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deliciousangelfestival · 5 months ago

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I Hate It When You're Drunk - 2

Character: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

Summary: A forbidden love between a princess and her bodyguard. They love each other deeply, but their relationship is threatened by the tyrant king's oppressive rule and their differing social statuses.

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"Good morning, Your Highness." One of your servants opened the heavy curtains of your bedroom.

"Morning." You groggily rubbed your eyes, slowly sitting up in bed. Your head pounded from the remnants of last night's alcohol. "What's my schedule today?" you asked, wincing as the bright light from the open curtains hit your eyes. Every movement felt like a struggle, your limbs heavy and your mind foggy from the overindulgence.

"We've made sure to clear it until noon because you're not in the best condition." Even the servants were used to your drunken state.

"Perfect." You sighed. With some effort, you got out of bed and started getting ready.

Your head still felt dizzy from last night's drinking. You shouldn't have drunk so much. What had triggered you to drink until blackout was seeing another of your friends getting married. You felt happy for her, but deep down, you were jealous because they could marry without any objections.

But your father is the king. And to make it worse, he's a tyrant king. He controls every aspect of your life, dictating whom you can and cannot love.

As you finished dressing and stepped out of your room, Bucky was waiting for you, as always. His eyes softened with concern as he saw you.

"Headache?" Bucky asked, his voice gentle.

"A little bit." You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I went overboard again last night, didn't I? I'm sorry." You leaned your head against his chest, seeking comfort.

His fingers gently brushed your hair, soothing you. "Don't drink like that anymore," he said, his voice filled with a quiet pain. He hated seeing you hurt yourself like this.

You nodded, feeling a pang of guilt. Then, you took his hands in yours. "Let's go. We can't waste more time."

Bucky followed you, his grip firm yet tender. Walking hand in hand through the hallway was the longest moment you could be together like a real couple. This short walk was your favorite part of the day, a fleeting taste of the life you both wished you could have.

As you moved through the palace, the sun streamed through the tall windows, casting long shadows on the marble floors. The silence between you was filled with unspoken words and shared glances. Bucky's presence was a steady anchor in your tumultuous life, and these stolen moments were your refuge from the storm of royal duties and impossible expectations.

You squeezed his hand a little tighter, silently promising each other that, no matter what, you would always find a way to be together, even if only in these brief, precious moments.

But the moment ended when you entered the dining room. Bucky couldn’t join you; only royalty or invited guests were allowed. He had to stand outside. It was always difficult to let go of his hand.

"You need to eat," Bucky reminded you gently.

"Can’t we eat together?" you whined, a pout forming on your lips.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness." He chuckled lightly.

You rolled your eyes, sighing in defeat. "Fine."

Suddenly, one of the guards interrupted, causing you to release Bucky’s hand. The guard greeted you and announced, "The king has returned."

"Okay," you replied. Then you realized the gravity of the situation and looked at Bucky, "Fuck. Wasn't he supposed to come back next week?"

Bucky immediately switched into professional mode. He spoke through his earpiece, issuing commands, "Prepare for the entrance."

The king had been on a world tour for conferences and the Olympics. While he was away, you had used the opportunity to be close to Bucky. But now, that had to end since your father was back.

After two hours, the entourage and the king arrived. As the princess, you had to welcome him at the grand entrance along with the ministers. While waiting, you kept glancing at Bucky, who stood far to your left. He looked strong and imposing, like a knight straight out of a storybook, his posture radiating vigilance and strength.

The horns blew, signaling the king's arrival.

"King Leonard Damon II has arrived!"

When the announcement was made, everyone bowed. The large doors opened, and the most important figure in the country stepped into the castle.

King Leonard Damon II was a man in his 50s. He looked dignified and confident, his presence commanding respect. His eyes, however, seemed lifeless, devoid of any warmth or feeling. It was understandable; he was known as the tyrant king.

Leonard acknowledged everyone with a curt nod, but his gaze lingered on Bucky for a brief moment before returning to you. It made your heart race.

"Continue with today's agenda," the king commanded as he walked, not pausing for rest despite just arriving.

You felt a sense of foreboding. Glancing at Bucky, you saw your worry reflected in his eyes.

As the king walked past, you couldn't help but feel the tension in the air. His return meant a return to strict protocols and the end of the small freedoms you had enjoyed. Your mind raced with possibilities, wondering what his sudden return would bring.

Bucky stood tall, his eyes following the king while staying alert to potential threats. His presence was a silent reassurance, yet you couldn't shake the unease in your chest. The king's glance at Bucky had been brief, but it carried a weight that made you anxious.

You straightened your posture, preparing to follow the day's agenda, but your thoughts were still with Bucky. You managed a small, reassuring smile in his direction before turning to follow your father.

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The meeting primarily involved discussing the results of the king’s world tour. The Veridian Economic Minister, Hugo, who had accompanied the king on the journey, excitedly explained, "Many foreign investors are interested in investing in our beloved country. It will boost the economy significantly."

"They won’t be taxed?" you interjected.

"Ahem, that’s right, Your Highness." Hugo was always startled whenever you spoke up. He glanced nervously at King Leonard, but the king didn't seem to mind his daughter interrupting the presentation.

"That's great," you continued. "But I hope that as Veridian's GDP rises, we will also support the younger generation who want to start their own businesses. We should offer small loans and assistance because they are the future pillars of our country."

As you spoke, everyone listened intently.

"I agree, Your Highness. I see that you've met with young entrepreneurs during our absence," Hugo remarked.

"It's good to see you engaging with them," King Leonard added.

Everyone nodded in agreement. "She’s perfect as the next ruler," Hugo commented.

"She only needs one thing: a spouse," someone interjected. The room filled with murmurs of agreement, but you flinched at the mention.

"I already have candidates in mind," King Leonard announced.

After his declaration, the room fell silent, followed by applause. "That’s wonderful. If it's King Leonard's choice, the person must be the best," the ministers echoed their support.

You sat there, your nails digging into your thighs, looking at your father with a mixture of anger and frustration, your eyes burning with unshed tears.

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Everyone left after the meeting was over except you and the king.

You fixed your gaze on Leonard, who appeared unruffled, as he always did in moments of confrontation. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, as he lounged back in his ornate chair, fingers steepled in front of him.

His eyes, cold and calculating, never wavered from your face as if he could read every thought passing through your mind.

"Say it," he commanded, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a knife.

You swallowed hard, feeling the pressure of his gaze bearing down on you. Slowly, deliberately, you spoke, your voice steady despite the turmoil. "I already said that I won’t get married unless it’s Bucky."

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Leonard's face, gone as quickly as it appeared. His lips curled into a half-smile, devoid of warmth or amusement. "Over my dead body," he replied coolly, the threat underlying his words unmistakable.

"Should I take your life first so I can be with the man I love?" you retorted, your voice shaking with emotion.

"My child," he said, leaning back in his chair with a casual air, the leather creaking softly under his weight. He studied you with a cold, almost amused detachment, his fingers lightly drumming on the armrest.

"You’re not a killer like me," he continued, his voice smooth and unyielding.

The word 'killer' sent a shiver down your spine. Because it was true, you were different from him. The reason why King Leonard Damon II was called the tyrant king was because he was a cold-blooded killer.

Leonard had killed his own siblings to secure the throne. He felt no remorse after taking their lives. Not just relatives, but also anyone who objected to him being king. This included the family of the queen, his own wife, your mother.

"Do you hate Bucky because of what happened to my mother?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Leonard fell silent, then hurled his glass of wine across the room. "Never mention that woman."

"There’s no evidence that she ran away with her bodyguard," you insisted. This was the kingdom's biggest secret. Outside the castle walls, everyone believed the queen had died of illness. But the truth was, she was missing. You didn’t know if your mother was alive or dead.

You understood why your mother might have run away from your father. He never acted violently towards her, but his actions against her family made her hate him. She had never wanted to be a queen. One day, she vanished, and her guard also went missing a few days later.

Leonard became obsessed with finding his wife. He spared no expense, sending out the kingdom’s most skilled trackers and investigators to scour the land. Despite their efforts, every lead turned cold, and every trail went nowhere.

You rubbed your forehead, feeling the weight of your family's complex dynamics. "If I’m not married, will you still pass the throne to me?"

The lack of an immediate answer gnawed at you, amplifying the uncertainty of your future. You knew your father’s mind was a labyrinth of ambitions and schemes, where even the most straightforward question could hide layers of strategy. His silence spoke volumes, a testament to his unwillingness to relinquish control or reveal his true intentions.

"Father?" you prompted.

Finally, Leonard spoke, his voice measured and devoid of warmth. "Maybe. Perhaps after 10, 15 years," he said, his tone betraying no hint of reassurance.

You hadn’t expected this. "I should’ve known. You never planned to make me a queen," you said, feeling a surge of despair. Without becoming queen, you couldn’t marry the man you loved.

Leonard's face remained expressionless, his eyes cold and unyielding. The tension in the room was palpable, and you felt a mix of anger and hopelessness. Your dreams of a future with Bucky seemed to slip further away with each passing second.

Your father’s silence spoke volumes. He had always been calculating and ruthless, willing to sacrifice anything and anyone for his own power. The realization that he never intended for you to rule cut deep.

You clenched your fists, trying to steady your breathing. "So, my fate is to remain a pawn in your game?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Leonard stood up, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the room. "You will do as you are told, for the good of the kingdom," he declared, turning to leave.

As he walked away, you felt a tear slip down your cheek. You were trapped in a gilded cage with no way out. Your love for Bucky seemed destined to remain unfulfilled, crushed under the weight of your father's tyranny.

When Leonard reached the door, he paused and looked back at Bucky, who had been waiting outside. "Remember your place," he said coldly before exiting the room, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts and fears.

Bucky’s grip tightened as he watched the king leave. Once Leonard was out of sight, he rushed to your side. As he entered, his eyes immediately found you already on the ground, knees pressed against the cold stone.

Shock mingled with concern in his eyes as he took in your tear-streaked face, your eyes red and puffy from crying. Seeing you in such distress tore at his soul. He wished he could shield you from the pain, protect you from the harsh realities that surrounded your life.

"Hey," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos. "I'm here." His words were simple but carried a world of comfort and unwavering support. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender and gentle.

Seeing your pain, Bucky's heart ached. What had the king said to you?

Without a word, you collapsed into his arms, your body trembling. He held you close, his strong arms enveloping you in a protective embrace. You buried your face in his shoulder, your sobs muffled against his uniform.

"Oh, Bucky, what should I do?" you cried, your voice breaking.

Bucky gently stroked your hair, his hand moving in soothing circles. "Shh, it's going to be alright," he whispered, though he knew the words felt hollow. His own heart was heavy with the knowledge of the king's cruelty.

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honeybuckin · 1 year ago

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he was getting bored of the whole causal thing . tired of the amount of meaningless bodies he's had in his possession . he wanted something serious , something real and sutton felt like that . hanging on her words , he could tell she didn't feel the same about him . his heart beating like a drum increasingly getting louder with every passing second , though standing there it felt like minutes . screaming at himself to take it back to shield himself from the shame and embarrassment of suffering a rejection at her hands . however , he waited too long and she painfully shared her lack of feelings for him . the house of cards containing his hopes crumbling down in that instant . his own eyes falling to the same fate as hers . “ o-oh , ” he manages to get out . defeated so easily by a few blades words . “ you don't ? ” processing it . “ i — ” now he was the one getting tripped up in his words . “ i ... okay , ” he nods . struggling to figure out where to go next . what to say to her to remedy their situation . every decision seemed like it would do more harm than good . and , at this point , he'd be hurting either way . whether they kept their relationship the way it was or severed their tangled ties . “ i don't ... i don't want to stop what we're doing , but i ... ” shakes his head , “ i don't think i can keep — y'know ... hanging out and everything . it'll only make me love you even more and i wouldn't know how to act if you let some other guy in . ”

had never allowed herself to as much as consider the unthinkable thought and possibility of there being anything more to it than mindless fun and casual hookups , always protecting her heart fiercely against any sign of potential future cracks by suppressing the craving for something more . which is why she's so caught off guard , still struggling to comprehend the severity behind his words . « i — » , she swallows thickly , words feel like sandpaper , clawing at her throat , syllables choked up in a moment of pause as her mind races , « i don't . » eyes bat down to the space separating them , afraid that he'll call a bluff should he be granted the look into her eyes . « i don't , you know . . . . . . want it . » then why does it feel like she's feeding him lies ? « i'm sorry i don't feel the same way as you do . » / @spicecbinet .

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cyberpunkhwx · 1 year ago

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Cold coffee

❥ Paring: CEO! Song Mingi x employee reader

❥Genre: pure SMUT, you can find almost no plot here

❥Warnings: Pet names like darling, sweetheart, reader in implied tiny once,, fingering, slight exhibition dom!Mingi, sub!reader, deep voice Mingi, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy) sir kink!

❥Word count: 0,9k

❥Requested? Yes

A/n: This is a continuation/ part 2 of Afternoon coffee, I suggest you to read that first for plot!

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you exhale as your breath fogs up the big screen in front of you, handprints left where your attempt at a grip is so harsh.

“Yeah?,” the voice behind you enquires, “Because someone’s gonna find us?"

Now, how Mingi just loves to have you in compromising situations, fear of being caught like this only heating up the arousal bubbling in your lower belly. Right there, in his office. You could've never imagined this be happening to you.

Suppose it be the risk that entices you both.

So here, in the in Mr.Song's office.

“I love the face you make,” he grunts as his hips slam into yours, body almost leeching forward from the force, “So dirty.”

The way Mingi grinds into you as you try to stabilise yourself has your thighs shaking, breath rapid and hoarse as he never gives you a moment to really breathe.

He always has such a focused look on his face, eyes tracing from your own in the screen of his huge desktop on the other side of his desk, to where he watches himself disappear inside you, and he has to bite back a moan in all honesty.

“This hole of yours is so fucking tight he grunts, hips speeding up as he watches your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Should've said that in your resume, that way you would've evenhave to go through the paper work" He chuckles at his own joke at he readjust his hand placement on yo hip pulling you forward, almost making you fall off of his desk, if it wasn't for his fast reflex to hold your belly.

"Opps, now we don't want our hard working secretory to fall and injure themselves now do we?"

It’s a little, no- very wrong that you’re mixing pleasure and business, but the way that Mingi reduces you to a babbling mess, is just too good to ignore.

“Look at yourself when I’m fucking you,” his hand wraps around your neck, pulling you up enough to force yourself to make direct eye contact in the screen. You could see people walking by the office door from the side of your eyes, making you clench harder on him.

"Fuck" He moaned under his breath, speeding up his hips.

“Can’t you see how good I’m making you feel?"

“Fuck yes sir” You’re being exceptionally loud, Mingi would've have scold you to keep quite but he’s so lost in the moment.

Anyone who’s going to knock on the CEO's office in these next few minutes will have an unfortunate discovery if they follow their intention through.

“Im close sweetheart, gonna cum for me?,” Mingi’s low voice in your ear has you frantically nodding, eyes scrunched shut as you feel the crescendo of pleasure.

It’s almost unbearable as you use the weight of your hands on his desk to fuck yourself back onto his cock, but oh, is it worth it when you throw your head back, convulsing around him and crying out his name.

Your volume never ceases as Mingi grips your neck tighter, release filling you up as he groans just as loud.

“Fucking hell,” he tries to disregard the waver in his voice from having just come.

He pulls out quickly, watching the way his cum slowly begins to leak out,

“Insane,” his fingers poke softly to fuck it back into you.

"Too much, too- sensetive please" you pleaded squirming away from his long slim fingers rubbing against your now over-sensetive walls.

"Shhh, you don't wanna dirty my office now do you? Be a sweet one and keep it in hmm?" He hummed to himself, pressing a hand to your back, holding you on his desk as he kept fingering it back.

"I think now it's deep enough, isn't it?" He rubbed around you hole, still holding you, using you for his own amusement.

You could do nothing but to shake and try to scape his hand still pleasuring you.

"That was a question, darling"

"Y-yes sir"

When he was finally satisfied with your serviced, he helped you move your numb body off of his desk and making you look as presentable as possible before letting you catch your breath, now practically collapsed on his lap.

"Sir! Your coffee got cold" you said still catchingyour breath, panting on his chest. Even thought guilty was telling you to get out of his office asap, unfortunately you were thinking with your pussy, so you nuzzled in your boss's neck and seemed for warmth and comfort.

"I'm glad I didn't fuck you too dumb, baby" He said is a breathy tone, looking down at your tiny now sleeping figure at top of him.

He let out a breath as he let his own eyes rest and leaned back on his chair.

Knock knock knock

"Shit y/n get up get up"

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ratasum · 1 year ago

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A Qirri rundown for your morning. New to the channel blog? This is me infodumping about my favorite little albino rat. This is just part one since it's mostly a nutshell version of her childhood leading up to what is, effectively, the start of the personal story for her.

The most important fact to remember is: Qirri was not supposed to happen.

By that I mean, her mother Tixzi was not supposed to have anymore kids. Then, seven years after their then youngest daughter Rissia, she found herself pregnant again... and after much consideration, they decided to keep her.

Tixzi spent most of her pregnancy with Qirri extremely ill and bedridden, and Qirri was born far too early. Coming into the world with underdeveloped lungs and a weak immune system, their family doctor Dlina was very clear with Pazz and Tixzi about what their youngest child's chances were... and those chances weren't good.

But as would prove true through her life into adulthood, Qirri was a surprisingly stubborn child.

Though she got sick often and rarely got to interact with other progeny or even leave the house, she developed a rebellious streak early on, trying to sneak out at every opportunity.

She wanted to see the world that for so long had been denied her.

(An aside here because it's one of my funniest Qirri facts, even if she's hugely embarrassed by it: when she was six, her father was tapped for a potential council position. Pazz wasn't super stoked about it, but his work with the ALERT Krewe - formed when Qirri was two or three years old - had gotten him a lot of recognition. Anyway, Pazz brought his whole family: Tixzi, their oldest girls the twins Izza and Pyrria, the middle girl Rissia, and little Qirri.

While introducing the family around, Councilor Phlunt made a comment about her being "rather small" for six and tried to pat her head. As Qirri had been taught to not let strangers touch her without their permission, she did the first thing she could think of and bit Phlunt's hand, hard. The fuss that kicked up surrounding the incident prompted Pazz to reject being nominated, and after getting the family home, Qirri hid in her room for hours and cried because she thought it was her fault. Realistically now she knows it's not, and she hates Phlunt, but it was awful in the moment.)

Back on track, it was early on that her family realized Qirri was brilliant. Incredibly smart for her age, to the point that it prompted them to home school her with a progeny instructor (both to prevent exposure to other kids and to help her along her track) and then to enter her into college very early.

A prodigy in every sense, she excelled in school, despite how much time she often had to miss due to her health. Spending time in and out of Rata Sum's medical ward, she often came with piles of datapads and books so she could keep up with her coursework.

It was early in her time at college that she received her first mentorship as well: the golemancer genius Zojja herself.

Zojja was a good mentor for the stubborn, headstrong Qirri. She helped funnel her frustrations into her work, and helped her nurture the tiny spark of magic she possessed into something she could infuse into her invention- unlike everyone else in her family, Qirri's spark was for engineering, and her elementalist abilities were otherwise almost nonexistent. With Zojja's help, she learned to attune to water to increase the amount of healing her gizmos and turrets could do... something that would come in handy when starting to develop her own medical aids later.

Not long after Qirri turned fifteen, though, she had a serious episode that left her family fearful for not just her health but for her life. Tixzi petitioned to have Qirri take a year off from her schooling, despite Qirri's protests, and those wishes were granted.

Frustrated and effectively under house arrest, Qirri fumed for months... until a fortuitous letter from her favorite sister Rissia and a convenient bribe to a gate technician gave her an opportunity that would change the course of her life forever.

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neonmetro · 2 months ago

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I wasn't planning to send an ask so soon after the one I sent, but good golly.....

The weirdtober pages...!!! I would like to talk about deco and eve....I KNOW THESE "FUTURE" DESIGNS ARENT CANON BUT GOODNESS GRACIOUS....DECO IS SO ADORABLE !!!!!! THE DRESS AND THE HAIR ARE EVERYTHING.....I definitely like deco with long hair, but Deco with short hair is just so....MAKES THEM LOOK SOFTTTTT Eve and deco the babies 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 I'm back on the Deco and Eve brainrot after I've finally gotten over it...God bless. You've killed me, Neon /silly

I would also like to talk about horsemen symbolism...living for more horsemen content ( and my girl Conquest ). I already know Laimos's symbolism, but I would like to know the rest of the girls 👀👀👀👀👀 I would also like to say the corphead chibis are so adorable and Aishire 💖💖💖💖 so soft, so girl....and rocked the outfit swap with uly ( also K-angel sneak 😈😈😈, I love K-angel lol )

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HEHE SMILES AND GIGGLES DECO AND EVE brainrot real ❤️❤️

DECO IS DEF THE DESIGN I TRIED HARDER ON LMAO.... i really want them to have opp hair styles to show how much they've changed after the events of pink overkill (if i do go w/ these future designs since their fates are Still up in the air but i also love diff hair styles to show progression of change) i haven't decided how deco and eve change respectively (might do a slight personality shift where deco is more closed off while eve is more out-going now)

HORSEMEN SYMBOLISM!!!!!! YAYYY YIPPEE!!!! i believe i mentioned this before but all the horsemen are based off of flying animals

war is a horse bc they were the noble steads soldiers used to gallop into battle and they symbolize freedom (they're both free as a magical girl bc they're no longer trapped in the fostercare sys but trapped in a different) also they love their knight chess piece dearly and ties into their role as war. some design notes for their symbolism: their fuckass ponytail is vaguely supposed to be their pony's....tail. + the chess theming is for that chess piece.

conquest's animal being dove is mainly a play on how doves are animals of peace during war while also playing on the phrase "all's fair in love and war" w/ their association w/ aphrodite/venus. he comes from a deeply religious background, his parents being apart of the church before being executed by the inquisition, so he has a deep attachment to doves. design notes: the feathers in his hat are meant to be the only "merciful" part of him (this is untrue, he kind of fails at being conqueror, he wishes to be kind)

ik i've already talked about famine being a bug in gen but for their locust specific symbolism, they're specifically the vermin of disease and mass starvation because they, themselves, see themselves as such. they only take and consume, leaving everyone else to starve. design notes: nothing actually specific to locusts, just butterflies which i like being a slight subversion for anyone that looks at their design

death's animal being a crow is kind of self explanatory, they're omens of death itself, harbingers of upcoming doom, a signifier of the end, the final horsemen of the apocalypse if you will. design notes: their hair clip is the only area where it pops up (i made it black in a redesign... old design is inaccurate now), and i've made a lot more areas of their clothes black to signify mourning (cause. you know. death. funerals.)

I DID THOSE CHIBIS AT LIKE. 11PM LMAOOO i do really like how they turned out tho they're so shillyyy

the outfit swap is actually of which district they come from! so industrial -> uly, denizen -> aishire

HELP... you do seem the type to like kangel lmao /LH

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beachy--head · 10 months ago

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Hey Nonnie, Hang on...because yur bout to hate Krusta more than you may already (really anyone who is reading this will, if they don't know) Because they completely screwed over Sarah, Jessica, and Jesse. I don't remember the name anymore, because they long ago disappeared and left GA completely. We had a source who either was on set, or had access to someone who was, like a crew member. And this posted was trusted because they had been right many times in the past. This source was rightfully angry because of all the lying and just crappy behavior. They made a big post calling GA out ( that I can't find anymore) What happened was Maggie was a brainchild character that they loved (because she was theirs) but really wasn't being received well. The character never tested well with test audiences, or GA generally. Too many people though she was annoying (wonder why lol) The plan was to make Maggie more popular by pairing her with their remaining "single" most popular male character, Jackson.

For back story, Krista doesn't like April or Japril. She has never made a secret of it, and I think she called them toxic years ago when she came back she also made negative remarks if asked about them or passive aggressive swipes in interviews. I don't know if they are still there, but her likes had negative Japril things as well. And I think Jesse even trolled her once for it with a Sarah pic lol When she took over she wanted everyone to adopt only her vision. We know this for a fact because when she came in she did a blind writing test and fired everyone who she didn't agree with, or more like..who didn't agree with her. The source told us that. And it was also confirmed later when that GA writer who lied about cancer was caught and investigated. She was one of the ones Krista fired, and then rehired for pity and because it wouldn't look good.

Problem was to put Maggie with Jackson they knew they had to nix April/end Japril. GAudience would never accept him with someone else while April was still around. During that season Sarah Drew herself pitched her crisis of faith storyline. It was supposed to be a path to Japril getting back together. They told Sasse that, they lied. And actually when Jesse found out, he was pissed. We know this is true because after we were told, photos surfaced of Jesse meeting with Krista and clearly being pissed. And if you look at things Sasse says knowing the truth, it makes more sense.

Jessica, was unfortunately collateral damage. They didn't want GA to see the truth of what they did so they figured if they fired two actresses people wouldn't be smart enough to figure out the real target was Sarah, April by extension. April is so much of who Jackson is, but they wanted to push Maggie w/ Jackson to work for Maggie, but knew they couldn't with April still present.

I'm sure budgeting played some role, but ultimately this was Krista and her personal ridiculous dated opinions of two of the most popular remaining OG characters. And one of the only superships Grey's had/has left.

Just look at the show itself, Jaggie was sloppy. Jackson makes comments about her being his sister, they place them as siblings. Jesse made posts about them being siblings. The actress did as well. Neither of them liked the pairing. And I think Jesse was at times almost forced to show support. They never would have done that if it had been any kind of plan. They make APRIL of all people point out Jackson likes (his sister) opps, I mean Maggie. They rip off an iconic Japril bus explosion to do it. Maggie is the one they make sure April thanks for saving her.

Watch how Jesse and Sarah play their scenes during the COF. They play it like they think Japril is heading to a reunion. They gave interviews like it. They made posts that make sense if that was the truth. Sarah and Jessica found out about their firing on Woman's Day for crying out loud. No smart comp would do that to two of their most beloved actresses.

Obviously I can't quote directly, because the person and posts are long gone. But this is what I remember and why so many of us quit GA. And why a lot of us did the airplane surprise in part, because it was so messed up. They lost millions of viewers when they disrespected Sarah and Jessica. And many of us I'm sure will never come back. Krusty is gone now and they wised up and tried to fix Japril. I believe part of that was actually because Jesse used the power he gained and demanded it for his exit. He's gone to bat for Japril many times, and so has Sarah. But they/Krispy did what they did.

And personally, I'm thrilled to call them out on their BS once again for those who weren't around or don't know.

This ask is for the previous anon who wanted more info on the BTS. The screenshots of the post referenced in this ask are here btw.

I'm going to be honest and say that I've already read this and I go back and forth with believing all of it. At times it reads like fanfiction, but at the same time, some of the stuff said would totally explain some things that happened, so I truly don't know. One thing I believe is, like I said, that Sarah and Jesse firmly believed Japril would go back together in season 14.

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petrichoraline · 2 years ago

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Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

i did this some time ago but most answers are gonna be different so let's go!! thank youu, @fangirlmedstudentblog and @markpakin 💞

Three Ships

TinnGun - no surprises here, these two have become everyone's comfort couple so quickly

HiraKiyoi - again, not a shocker in the slightest, they are my insane comfort bfs

DaisyIntouch - in honour of opp's viral moment with The7's Get Loose i can't not mention the most gentle, sweetest couple in SCOY; i wish their arc was handled a bit better, it felt rushed by the end; they're amazing nonetheless

First Ever Ship

let's go with first bl ship (live action) which i beliiieeve is kenji and shiro from kinou nani tabeta? and if it's not them it might be junjae and takuya from the lover

Last Song

youtube

Last Movie

i procrastinated on this just so the answer would be worth it (cause i watched a mediocre french movie but mostly didn't pay attention and that didn't sound like a good answer); the movies i saw today instead of the indian movie im procrastinating on seeing:

She's Dating the Gangster (2014) - this philippino movie made me realise that netflix's "true love" category should've been called "heartbreak" but they renamed it so well

the intros and summaries truly suck because i thought i was going into a light "fake dating" romcom with a pair of cute silly teens as the leads! what i got instead was so sad and a tad bit melodramatic that at the end i didn't know how to feel.. i did cry though! i was hanging in there and yet it got me; it's a sweet movie, although it could be overwhelming, and i would recommend it! it's kind of my fave out of the three, i wasn't too sure how it was gonna end too; one really strong point is the sweet twist on the makeover trope that the movie doesn't even use to promote itself, it's kinda naturally in there and it made me so happy

Jumping From High Places (2022) - this italian romantic-but-more-about-self-growth movie about a young woman with anxiety was not technically confusing but it had me bored halfway through (again, the sample video thingy netflix shows had an energy that imo was not there throughout the film, i found it misleading); i'm just happy i picked up on smth that is probably supposed to be a surprising reveal hehe; i wouldn't not recommend it, i feel like it could be relatable and a sweet experience for some

Your Place or Mine (2023) - a typical hollywood movie, what can i say, it's been pushed onto me and i was kinda interested, gonna lie if i say the cast wasn't a part of the reason i caved in (i'm curious bout what kutcher and witherspoon are doing now, yeah);

i think it's kinda bland, it had some good sentiments but at the end i found the female lead too unlikeable and the story kind of stretched out and a bit rushed at the same time (maybe it was actually well paced and a proper length, just not my thing, that's possible. the gray overlay (?) was so depressing though, even her bright and green home felt awfully unwelcoming)

Currently Watching

literally only My School President lol everything else is in either "on-hold", "plan to watch" or "have to catch up on!!"

Currently Reading

oh how i want to say svsss vol.2 but i'm stuck once again, i mostly read long posts and student books, not even manga

Currently Consuming

"too much media at once in theory and not nearly as much in practice" is a valid answer, isn't it lol

Currently Craving

more convos w moots ig

i might be tagging people who have done it or don't like tag games, it's very hard to track these sometimes so sorry 🫶 @hello-n-goodbye @himbodelamain @soundgun @sillsif @jingyanwang @catwalkninja @catboyjosten @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @chinzhillababy

#the usual “do it if you want to and pls tag me” is valid ofc #dear tired med student i hope your exam goes great (or in case im too late - that its gone great 💕)#"There is no 'answer'… but Eleanor is the answer.” vi why you gotta do me like this i had forgotten #also reading evelyn? did you finish it already? i was thinking about it like 2 days ago i remember finding it boring at the beginning #and then finshing it pretty quickly haha

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amateurwind · 1 year ago

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Chapter 3

Tim’s Pov

Night in Gotham.

There was nothing as liberating as grappling over the towers of Gotham. The freedom of the wind. The adrenalin of the chase. No, there was nothing quite like it.

Hopping the roofs Tim reveled in the sensation. This was the type of night you could sense the darkness of the city. Where everyone and their mother felt the danger and walked the other way. The type of night that reminded him why he loved Gotham.

Tim detached his line and took off over the rooftops. This was exactly what he needed after the day he had. From all the meetings to Bruce ambushing him, he needed to fly.

His thoughts drift back to his early days as nostalgia flows through him. The first time shooting a grapple across the expanse and flying through the night. The feeling of pride when he took down his first thug. It had all been so new back then. Red Robin runs across the rooftops of Gotham. Using his staff to volt over objects and expanses. Flying through the night with intent and purpose, he's on the prowl.

He intercepted a tip earlier. Marconi was going to make his move tonight. 200lbs of various illegal substances were going to be smuggled onto Gotham. He had managed to track down the drug ring’s home base. The shipment was coming in tonight. He wasn't going to allow them to get away from him again. He was ending this tonight.

Jumping from the roof he catches a fire escape on his way down, before dropping into the alleyway below. Holding to the shadows he maneuvers just outside the appointed warehouse. There was a truck pulling up to the warehouse now.

Melding into the shadows Tim circles the back of the building. He counts about 8 goons around the truck. Slipping in a side window Tim ducks behind some crates. Keeping low he takes in the scene. In addition to the 8 goons outside, there are another 4 inside all armed to the teeth.

Ok, great. Analyzing… There were 12 or so thugs, 7 armed, and a few loadings the merchandise. Scoping out the building it seemed that this may have been some sort of a layover site. The blueprints Tim had been able to dig up had shown an underground storehouse chamber. He watched and waited. Binding his time till the opportune moment. He needed to make sure the head of the ring was here.

Colt, Marconi’s second in command and personal bodyguard stood over by the door. So, if he was he was here Marconi had to be around here somewhere.

Examining the hired guns, he kept an eye peeled for his target. There! Just outside the loading bay. Falco Marconi. Tim had been hunting him for a long time now. This guy is a slippery character. Tim couldn't count the number of times he was supposed to oversee an opp only to conveniently not show up. Tim would make sure that Marconi wasn't walking away from this one. At least not on two legs. ‘Wow Red, don’t go all Hood on them’.

Ah, great the exhaustion was talking again. Chugging a canned Coffee Tim lamented that this may be his last one. He would have to pick up more when he made his weekly grocery run. Tim feels the stimulant flood his system. This was gonna be good.

The evidence compiled over the last few run-ins with Marconi he would make sure the mobster wouldn't be working the streets for a long time. It was time to clean up the scum of Gotham. He waits and listens.

“Be careful with those crates!” Tim sees Marconi yelling at the thugs.

“Sorry boss, these things are heavy.” He hears the thug answer. Tim will just call him idiot #1.

“I don’t want your excuses if any of the inventory is tainted I’ll deduct it from your pay.”

“But you don't pay us, Boss.” Idiot #2 responded.

“Then I’ll deduct it from your hide, now get moving.”

A chorus of ‘yes sir’s sounded only for a crash to follow shortly after that. Tim winced. Welp this shouldn’t be too hard, always nice to know Gotham had a special brand of idiot.

He needed to move, now. Keeping an eye on the rotation of the patrolling goons Tim sneaks over to the breaker. He would have to make this fast. Keep to the shadows picking them off one by one.

He cuts the power, drops several smoke bombs, and begins the takedown of each goon in less time than it takes to breathe. One… three…five. He is a blur dancing in and out of the smoke. Several quick jabs to the torso before kicking off that one and laying out the one who came from behind to help his friend. Deployment of a taser charge, and restraining ropes. His movements are swift, methodical, and precise.

The thugs don't have any idea what’s happening. Shouting at each other and firing around blindly. He disarms and knocks out three more lackeys in quick succession before catching movement to the side.

“Mike? Is that you?” He asks the guy shaking off to the side.

“Ahhh crap, Heeey Red.” The thug sighs.

Red stalks toward the man shaking his head, “ Carol is gonna be disappointed. How are the kids?”

“Aww come on man, can’t you cut me a break?” Mikey begs. Trying to press himself into the crate behind him. Red Robin just continues to move forward twirling his Bo.

“Now see this is out of my hands your actions have consequences Mikey.” Red says stopping a few steps from the thug. “Now what would you say you use more, your leg or arm?”

“I- I don’t want to answer that.” Mike whines, looking at Red. Seeing the vigilante isn’t budging he gives in. “The Leg.”

Tim nods and strikes the man’s arm with his bow, then his head scarcely giving the man time to cry out. Mike drops to the ground.

“All right. Now, where’s your leader?” The smoke had faded providing a clear view around the room. Most of the goons were on the ground, either unconscious or restrained. ‘Huh, where did the two idiots get to?’ A movement interrupted his musings.

Marconi was making a break for it. Separating from his protection, the drug lord was running to an SUV just outside the exit. Finishing off the remaining goons Tim, using his bo staff vaults over to the exit and kicks Marconi. The kick sends him through the exit crashing hard, just outside of the warehouse. Tim standing to full height stalks toward him as the man reaches for his weapon.

“Oh you blasted piece of… I’ll kill ya!” The drug lord says as he whips out a pistol.

Dodging the bullets Red knocks the gun from his hands. Lifting his leg and introducing his knee to the crook's face. It’s gratifying to see a few teeth missing, as he handcuffs Marconi to the car door.

“Now, now, no need for that, wouldn't want to add any more charges to your rap sheet, would we? Well then again, with what I've uncovered about you and your family you’re never gonna work these streets again.”

A quick nerve attack and Marconi slumps over unconscious. He sends the pickup location to Gotham’s finest, then takes a step back to admire his work. It was over. Finally, he could end this stupid case. It was embarrassing how long Tim had been working on this. Pulling a hand through his hair he savors the moment.

He just needed some pictures for his case files then he could deliver the file to the GCPD and give Batman his report. It was convenient that none of the others caught wind of this bust. Tim could only hope Lady Luck remained generous. Turning toward the truck Tim heads to finalize this opp.

What was that?!

Only taking a few steps before he stiffens. The sense that has been cultivated by endless training, ambushes, and paranoia. He was being watched.

No, observed.

He’s geared to strike or defend if necessary. His eyes subtly flew all over his surroundings. Where? And who?

Readying a few bird-a-rangs Tim tries to spot his unknown observer. He hears a rustle in the ally behind him. Hardly waiting a second before he whips around throws the Bird-a-range and delivers several blows to the would-be assailant.

“Hey! Gawdangit Replacement! What is your major malfunction!”

You’ve got to be kidding, this can not be happening. He jinxed himself.

“Hood!? What the heck are you doing!”

“No see, I should be asking you that. There I was, minding my own business, Beating the crap out of some muggers when I get a call from O saying you needed backup!”

Looking around Tim finds the security camera, and gives it a glare that would stop superman’s heart. He hadn’t asked for backup. He hadn’t even tapped into the bats' secure channel. Tim didn't need this right now! Where did Barbara get off messing with him? He thought at least out of all the Bats she would be the least likely to screw with him. So much for loyalty.

“Yo, Hey replacement! You even hearing a word I'm saying right now.”

Oh yeah, Jason.

“Look Hood, I don’t have time for this I need to finish up so you can clear off whenever you feel like it.” Tim supplied turning back to the truck. It was best to keep all interactions with Hood short. You never knew what would set him off. Tim had learned that the hard way.

“ Oh Yeah, you had everything handled. Apart from these guys slipping out the back door”!

Tim looks down and notes idiots one and two at Jason’s feet. Huh. He wondered where they went. Giving Jason a slight nod he turns back to the truck to wrap things up. Trying to ignore the awkwardness hanging in the air.

Why did it have to be Jason of all people? How had he pissed O off to warrant Hood being his backup? Sweet Diana, the world hated him. No, he needed to focus. He didn't have time to wallow. ‘Just get the evidence, sort it out later’.

“Thanks, Jay for cleaning up my mess!” A sarcastic drawl sounds from behind him.

“No names, Hood.” Is all Tim says. Taking satisfaction in the string of colorful curses that follow. He could picture the look of annoyance under the other's helmet. But the glee soon dies as he spots the barest tensing of hoods posture. ‘Shut up Tim. You're gonna piss him off.’

Pushing aside his spike of fear he continues cataloging the evidence as he hears the tell tail sound of sirens in the distance. ‘Took them a while.’ He thinks while securing his camera. Welp his work here is done.

Figuring he has wasted enough time he grapples to the roof of the adjacent building; Just as the Squad cars come into view.

Glancing down from his perch he watches the cops collect the mobsters and drug lord in cold satisfaction. Finally. This is why he becomes Red Robin every night.

“Finally, I was getting tired of waiting around for you.” Came a callused voice just off to his left.

Barely keeping down a flinch Tim's head whips to Hood. He was still here? Was he waiting for Tim? Tim feels the blood drain from his face. Having Jason wait for him was never good, that could only mean he wanted something from him. Stiffening slightly Tim turns to face Hood fully.

A steadying stream of fear flowed through him. He and Hood may have brokered some form of truce, but that didn’t mean Tim would willingly show the Crime Lord his back. No thank you. He had learned that lesson once before and he wasn't in any hurry to learn it again. He needed to be careful.

“Why are you still here Hood?” It was a legitimate question. Tim couldn’t figure out why he would even come to help him in the first place. Regardless of what Barbara had said. But waiting for him to finish? Absolutely not! Hood was up to something.

Jason stood just a few feet from Tim leaning against a water tower. Decked out in full garb. Sporting his heavy-duty steel-toed combat boots with military-grade gun holsters and ammo mounts complete with his signature leather jacket. The red bat is visible over his crossed arms. Tim tried not to let unease show as he watched the other man. He was ready to defend or bolt at any given moment. He stood his ground because, despite the urge to flee, he was curious. Tim was so going to regret this.

“ What, am I not allowed to be here, has there been some law about me sticking around that I don’t know about?”

“I don't have the patience for this. So either tell me what you want or leave me alone.” Tim huffs, the frustration finally getting to him. Just spit it out. Tim could have been home by now. And he would take a hot cup of coffee over talking with Hood any day. Well to be that last one went for any of his family.

“Well maybe if you weren’t such a screw-up, I wouldn’t need to babysit ya.”

‘Jerk’. Tim doesn’t bother dignifying that with an answer, just gives Hood a pointed look. Seriously Tim was too tired for this. He had spent months going out of his way to avoid the bats' patrol route (especially Hood’s) only to have that sabotaged by Oracle. Which Tim would waste time panicking about later. But the question still remained, Why? Now of seemed that everyone was acting OC.

A few more moments of silence before Hood sighs pushing himself off the tower and walking over to the ledge near Tim. Tim stiffens and brings his weapon closer, giving a clear message of ‘Keep back’. He knows his message is received when Hood sighs. Holding up his hands in a non-threading way.

“Look Replacement I don't want anything from ya. I just came cuz O said you may need help.”

Tim tensed further. A likely story.

“Sure because you have always been so concerned about my well-being before.” The words were out before he could stop them. He really needed to learn to keep his mouth shut.

“Screw you! Next time I won't waste my time.” The man growls. That was fine with Tim. It’s not like he even asked Hood to come in the first place.

“Honestly though Red. Going in solo with no backup? You didn’t ask anyone to shadow just in case. You should count yourself lucky O was watching.”

Was Hood worried? Oh no. Nuh-uh. Nope, he was out. What the heck was wrong with everyone today. Bruce trying to get him to come to movie night, Dick supposedly giving a crap and now hood lecturing him on safety. Is he on a parallel Earth? He turned and stared down at the now deserted wear house.

“What are you, my mother? I’m not a child I can take care of myself.”

“Sure, famous last words.”

“I wasn’t going to bring anyone else in on this and risk jeopardizing the mission. Explaining the details to a separate party would have been nothing but aggravating and a waste of time so I took care of it myself. This is my case so obviously, I’d know more about it that anyone else. Satisfied?”

Feeling his irritation spike he quickly turns away.

“I'm a big boy Hood, I can take care of Myself. I haven’t needed help from any of you in months and don’t need it now.”

Tim waited expecting a quick reply. When he didn’t get one he looked over to where Hood was standing. He froze. At some point Jason had removed the hood, revealing the myriad of emotions on his face. Shock, regret, and even resignation were visible on his face. But the one Tim saw first was Anger. Jason’s eyes were glowing a bright green. Lazarus Green.

Welp that’s Tim’s queue. Time to go. A hurt Tim always followed angry Jason. He unhooked to Grapple gun and positioned it to take off. Hoping for a quick getaway.

“Wait! Rep- Tim! Wait.”

Tim paused. Confused. Jason sounded flustered just then. He glanced back. Jason still had a hand on the ledge but his body was tense his other hand was clenched in a fist. His whole posture looked as if he was wrestling with himself. He watched as Hood just continued to collect himself. Tim didn’t know if he should encourage the man or run. So he just decided to remain silent.

“Look I get it I'm the last person you want to be around.” He huffs a frustrated sigh. “The others just wanted me to tell you to stop by the cave sometime. Something about you haven’t been by or something like that. Not like I care about your sorry carcass but I can't take the golden boy’s nagging so just stop by to get him off my back.”

Tim stares at Jason for a split second. His brain trying to comprehend what he had just heard. It almost sounded like Hood was making an effort to be friendly. This was weird. He didn’t let himself hope. Everything was happening too fast. He didn’t know why everyone had decided to notice him now but he didn’t trust it. He couldn’t.

“I'll keep that in mind. So long Hood.” And off Tim went. His mood was ruined. His body barely even felt the chill of the wind as he made his way back to his perch.

What was going on with everyone today? No contact for months and then all of a sudden everyone is aware he exists. Tim tries to tamper down the bitterness gripping his heart. What did they want? Why are they pretending they cared now? Inviting him to the manor. Asking him to stop by the cave.

What were they playing at?

Months. He had spent months waiting for them to just acknowledge his existence. To offer a hand of acceptance, but it never came. And each time he had dared to hope only to be disappointed he had felt a little of himself die each time. Now for some reason, he was back on their radar and they were trying to act like the last year never happened. The conversation with Bruce hinted that they all believed he was the problem. It was typical. He bows and sacrifices, but in the end, he still messed things up somehow.

Bitter anger boiled in his gut. He had been their perfect soldier. Followed every order, and completed every project. Yet he had been tossed aside. abandoned. They were all just like Jack and Janet. He had made himself useful. But then his use came to an end. The free trial had ended and no one was willing to commit to the subscription.

His eyes screw up as he thinks about his parents and the night he overheard their plans. He thinks about the time he went to Grayson and begged him to come back to keep batman in line. He thought about the first training session he had; had with batman when he had beaten Tim unconscious. The constant comparison to Jason. Jason returning. Damian’s hatred. He thought about losing his friends, and his mentor. How he begged all his friends to believe him when he said Bruce was alive.

He thought about how Dick threatened him with Arkham. How Barbara locked him out of the system. Damian cutting his line. Everything he had to do and what he has sacrificed just to bring his father home. His word hadn’t been enough. He hadn’t been enough.

yeah, maybe he was crazy. Crazy for believing he’d ever be more than a foot soldier. Crazy for wishing he could experience the family he had witnessed between Bruce and his brothers. He evolved his behavior to cater to whoever was in authority. He did that to his parents the to Bruce, and finally, he used it for his brothers. All of which pushed him aside. Yeah doing the same thing over and over expecting a different outcome. That was the very definition of insanity.

Passing over allies and walkways Red Robin ran. Ran as if he could outrun the feelings of hopelessness, and bitterness. As if he could run from the pain. Run from his mistakes. From himself.

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He doesn't know, nor care what time it is when he finally makes it to his apartment. Punching in the passcode for his security he climbs through the window. His body finally registers his bone-deep chill, and exhaustion when faced with the warmth of the apartment. Eyes glistening with unshed tears. Gosh dang, it! He was fine! He had been fine! Screw Bruce and Jason for toying with him. He had finally accepted his situation. He had come to terms with the fact he wasn’t welcome. How dare they try to pretend now!

Tim doesn't have the energy to move. He curls up right there under the window and breathes. The burning ache of his heart of hearts. The buzz of pins and needles beginning to set into all his limbs he doubts he could move if he wanted to.

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He comes back from nowhere with a jerk. He doesn't know how long he’s been on the floor or when the feeling came back to his hands and the soreness in all his extremities. Quickly glancing at the clock, he sees the time 3:30 am.

Well crap. He still needed to Update those files and send them to Bruce before he went to work. “I'm going to IV caffeine straight into my vein, and no one can stop me”. Tim mutters to himself. Heading straight for the coffee machine, grabbing his favorite mug before hitting start.

Wiping away the evidence of his … well whatever that was. He pours himself a cup. He brought the steaming mug of liquid gold to his lips. Taking a deep draft from the mug he cherishes the mantra written the side, ‘I can do all things through Coffee which Anchors me’.

Humming in contentment at the caffeine flooding his system and the words of wisdom. Taking another sip he heads toward his desk on the other side of his bed.— His bed.

Tim stares down at his bed. Or more specifically, the envelope sitting on top of his bed.

Dashing over to his computer Tim checks all his security settings and systems. Nothing was amiss. He couldn’t understand. Everything was in perfect order. No code was out of place and nothing had been tampered with. So how had that envelope gotten on his bed?

Standing Tim moves to the bed. Eyes fixed on the black envelope resting amongst the blankets. The card was black with burgundy marbling. The ink used to address the card was a brilliant Gold. The embellished calligraphy on the card spells out its intended. ‘To Timothy Jackson Drake’. Carefully picking up the unknown paper Tim turns it over in his hands...

Apart from the custom coloring, there aren’t any other clues of where it came from. No watermark, or a seal. Tim carefully rips the top off retrieving the letter inside. What is this? Why was it left for him? And Who was able to get through his security to leave it?

Bewilderment drowns him as he looks over the letter. Everything, the whole message seems to be written backwards. Tim grips his coffee mug tighter. What could this possibly mean? Steadying himself he comes to one conclusion. ‘There’s only one way to find out’.

He walks to the restroom. Flicking on the lights he holds the letter up to see the reflection. Cold dread fills him as the contents of the letter are exposed.

‘Hello little owlet, it's been a while hasn’t it? I hope you haven't forgotten what I told you all those years ago. The Court of Owls is always watching. And we will come to collect.’

Fear grips his heart as his eyes land on the stamp at the bottom of the paper, reminiscent of the mask the strange man wore that horrible night. The image of an owl. Tim feels his heart leap into his throat and his heartbeat fills his head. Along with the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears, Tim hears a voice. A familiar accented voice echoes in his mind.

“It has begun, Little Owlet’

A sharp pain flares up, He feels as if his mind is being ripped in two. Then knows no more.

#tim drake #fanfic #jason todd #red robin #batman #bruce wayne #light angst

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tmblrgirlie1 · 8 months ago

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S2E23: WILD

There WILL BE spoilers if you haven't seen it AND also opinions.

1. I love Brooke and Lucas sns. And I love the get back and how it wasn't how he imagined it

2. I'm truly confused about Dan. He seemed to be less evil when he woke up but that didn't last long. Now I gotta figure out who tried to **** him. They Focused mostly on his wife and Nat. And he pissed off damn near everyone in the episode so ANYONE could be an opp. Will he make it? How will we find out? I THINK Deb just because when she was talking to him I was thinking to myself, "he bet not have another heart attack around her cause he gon be GONE"

3. Peyton, has gone through so much. WHERE IS HER FATHER. Her Mom has been in about as many episodes as he has this season and she supposed to be ****🙃.

Who finna explain that? This child has been playing in traffic in her name and the woman is still in a present tense?

#onetreehill #tumblrgirlie1 #One Tree Hill

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sixerslovecoach · 8 months ago

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i am so sad. frustrated. emotional. disappointed. not in you, in myself. i wish life was easy as fucking sports. 2 points. 3 points. rebounds. even a referee. who cares. there are no foul shots in life. i'm mad.

i'm so mad. at you. and normally my pattern is: i'm going through something and you are not here physically or socially or verbally so fuck all that mentally and emotionally and spiritually shit. it's not even a financial frustration this time. fuck money. mine, yours, ours, theirs, the entire world economy can fuck off right now.

i'm just mad. at you. so mad. so mad that i can love someone but cannot call or text or look at them and say "i love you". glad that we were in the same room and i was focused. i was doing my job. i was happy to be there. i was me. my hair was done. i had done it myself. my sneakers were new. i purchased them. there was enough money to do so and even when there wasn't, there was a man who loved me enough to give me some when i was short. he's a menace. he can be a demon. but such is life, right? because i scare all the angels. i guess. i don't know what i'm saying. it doesn't make any sense and this is the kind of rambling that can undo so many laws of manifestation or attraction or use your fucking words or whatever.

i'm mad because we are supposed to fuck or whatever. and it's just a ball and bundle of unfulfilled longing for no other reason. a year of celibacy. of not wanting to be touched or even looked at. a year of loyalty. a year of "who is that supposed to be?" like life is one big fucking game of guess who while everyone wears other people's faces and bodies as costumes. the masked singer but make it the. masked human and instead of costumes - flesh! blood? cool?!?!

i'm mad at you. i want to hate you to stop loving you for 5 minutes so i can realize that dreams do not always come true. fantasies do not always become real. and ideas, concepts, even babies do not always come to life. that you can be 105-99 or some bullshit and in the blink of an eye, you can watch everything slip away. the win. the victory. and now the opp has the audacity to ask you if you still believe in God.

why yes, i do. i still believe in God. i still believe in Love. i don't entirely believe in money. i don't entirely believe in fairness. i'm not even sure if i believe in justice when it doesn't involve the bodies of enemies falling into a river or a villain being carried away by the people who are supposed to protect us. i believe in me because that is the only thing i can rely on to be real and true every day. i don't even need to pinch myself. i exist. i don't even need to pinch you or kiss you or touch you or fuck you to know you exist. i don't need to make eye contact with you to know you see me. and i don't have to walk up to you and give you a hug or take a pic with you for you to know i am a huge fucking fan. i don't need you to take me home and rescue me. i don't need you to slide in my DMs and ask me out. i just need you, at this point, to not be evil. to not be some huge evil fucking disappointment that i believed in just so the devil could fuck with me.

i would much rather just smoke my weed and go take my stupid little fucking drug test and do whatever little fucking work that will make me money and ignore the constant door opening and closing all fucking day that comes along with a new tenant being in the buiding. silly fucking me. i should have ran up and down the hallways naked and screamed at the top of my lungs if i knew i would have neighbors already. fuck these humans and their microclingings and longings for attention that they dont even really want from me. they want it from the world as if the world was not enough and now i am some underpaid volunteer intern ass receptionist or a judge on a reality show where everyone gets approval and money and fame.

leave me the fuck alone. and that includes you. i am tired of being loved from such a long silent and invisible distance. i am tired of begging people for jobs that are essentially beneath me but being too fair and diplomatic and compassionate and humble to admit so. i'm tired of making custom resumes for corporations to reject me.

i'm tired of starting over because the old plan doesnt make sense anymore. i'm tired of not being able to take jobs because i dont have a car and they ar etoo far away. i'm tired of not focusing on my business because i am still carrying around the weight of the heavy ass truth that I DID NOT PROFIT FROM MY FUCKING PURPOSE.

i am tired of being an entrepreneur. i am tired of being a gigworker. i am tired of being everything but a fucking wife and mother. i am tired of appointments. i'm tired of spending money. i'm tired.

i hate being a woman because the one thing i want to do most requires a man. i hate you all and i want to impregnate myself.

i can fit a crib in this apartment. i can make enough money to support us both. i need $50,000 before i can even be a mom.

i hate it here. everyone can go away. including you.

but not too far. because you're the only one i trust to not be a complete fucking idiot and asshole when it matters most.

i love you. i just wish life loved me a little more.

what a fucking huge deception this has all been.

but in the end. yes.

i still believe in God.

shalom. - xo nia

(and christ is still king. whoever the fuck he is. wherever the fuck he is. even if i am christ. i dont care. fuck everybody. christ wins.)

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lucigoo · 9 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for the tag @sunnyrosewritesstuff. This looks so much fun and agreat way for us to share our fics!

1. How many works do you have on A03? i currently have 120 fics

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 443,720 (not bad considering i've not quite been writing fanfic for a year I dont think)

3. What fandoms do you write for? The Hobbit (Mostly Bagginshield) and Harry Potter (Mostly Wolfstar)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Stop me Fading- The Hobbit (it needs serious reediting, just an FYI), Defying Death (or at least the ones in charge) - The Hobbit, Who's is the tie Harry? - Harry Potter, Breeding my B.... - Harry Potter (pure Wolfstar smut) and I'm coming Petite Étoile - Harry Potter

5. Do you respond to comments? I do. I tend to to wait until I have 25+ otherwise I feel a bit overwhelmed doing it every time they come in, or letting them get so many that I can't bring myself to do it. So I will anwer, just bare with me <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ummm .... I have a fair few ....

Bagignshield wise would be The Demented King Under the Mountain Check the tags because thers NO HEA for anyone. Harry Potter wise, again I have a fair few with MCD, but I think the most emotional one for me is It's over, they're all gone , again mind the tags

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fics have some form of Happy Ending, or it implies they do. As for the happiest, hmmm....

Bagginshield wise id say Changeling Child Harry Potter wise, i'd say this little series (two short fics), it just hiits all my fav tropes lol. - I finally have a family and they are all here

8. Do you get hate on fics? Only ever on the Wolfstar ones. Apparantly Remus shouldnt have been taller then his little Welsh mum, someone was VERY upset about it lol.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I don't usually. I have 2 smut fics and one the was supposed to be smut, but ended up being fade to black (opps lol)

Breeding my B.... (Pure Wolfstar P without P), Are you a werewolf? (Jegulus P with P) and Wait, you're the wolf? (Is implied Wolfstar smutt but the smutt wasn't smutting that day lol)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I actually have one atm as a wip on A03. Its a Hobbit/HArry Potter crossover and im very excited for it. I want you right here, where you belong:Home with us

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I have, its linked on my "Breed my B...." fic. A wonderful person translated it ito Russian

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have not. I would love to though

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? It really is a tie betwee Bagginshield and Wolfstar, I adore both

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? So, i dont tend to not fiish wips, they just stay in my computer for a long time lol. One i am slowly (like snails pace slowly) working on is called King of Azkaban and it's a pretty dark fic.

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel like i can put the characters in any situaiton and try keep thempretty close to their canon characterisations within the sitution

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Editing!! I have a paid editing app and also run things through a TTS and there are still so many bloody typos 😭

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Do it!! If oyu can get someone from that language to help (of it's a real one). I oftne use Romani chib (I'm Roma) inmy Bagigshield focs for the hobbits and have Kuzdhul and Sinderian in there too. I also have a Wolfstar fic where I have English, Welsh, French and Punjabi in it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Were talking over 20 years ago here, but it was Wolfstar then and it's Wolfstar now lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I dont know 😭. Im going to put two Bagignshield ones and two Harry Potter ones as I don't have a favourite but ones I like more then others.

Heather (Wolfstar), You're Floo Was My Emergency Contact (This is my latest HP one and im so proud of it ) A heart of stone and Fire in his soul (Pre Bagginshield but this one felt so powerful to me, Defying Death (or at least the ones in charge) (Bagginshield Afterlife fic, soo pure gold to me)

I'm gonna tag @brandileigh2003, @blueberryrock @fishing4stars, @chaoticfandomtrash And of course anyone and everyone who wants to join and share their fics. Id love a tag if you want so I can admire all the fics!!!

#tag games #share your work #boost one another up

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