#all will be in hail to the victors!

[three-headed-monster]

ok gonna make a more informed decision when i’m more present in the morning, but i think i’m cutting lover of mine down two, maybe even three chapters

[jubilantpig]

BABE WAKE UP @quakey-writes WROTE SUB DROP VICTOR CREED

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61714768

[versossubliminares]

"Christ In The Rubbles"

Nativity scene in the Evangelical Lutheran Christmas Church in Bethlehem

[vyeoh]

are you a Wolverine or a spartan. this is critical information.

go blue babeyyyyy

[samuelturn]

[soapoet]

A letter from your future spouse

like & rb if it resonates ♡

01.

Hello,

You must be up to something, because I cannot get you off my mind. Day and night you haunt me. I type away on my computer, answer phone calls, and I could swear I saw you in the corner of my eyes. At night as I begin to drift, I hear your voice and jolt up, only to be met with an empty room entirely void of you. When you're really here with me in the flesh, I look at you only when you look away. Will I be punished for these stolen glances? You and I, are we forbidden, and if so, who will be the judge?

I thought my life was stable, and in many ways it was. Though it was painted grey, dull. I lived dreary mondays every day of the week. I chased after new experiences, new achievements, new opportunities, new things. New, new, new, new. But it was not until you walked into my life that I truly felt the warmth of the sun and the rain on my skin. Was I colour blind all along? Because you show me colours I never even knew existed. You were truly new. A new light in my life that shines so brightly, but never hurts my eyes. Still I look away. It's not proper, is it? I've been caught up in the crossfire, amidst a battle between head and heart. You're in my heart, you have it in your hands, but didn't I say you are constantly on my mind too? It seems then, my dear, that this battle has a victor, and now I must prcoeed to gather up the courage to speak what I've so carefully kept hidden.

Oh, but you're so observant. You already know. You knew all along, didn't you? You so innocently sat there, knowing I'm a moth to the flame, and that come hail or shine I would find my way to you. You're a mastermind. An architect, the keeper of the blueprint to our tale. I am in awe of you. You were supposed to be a problem, a silly crush I could get over and never act upon, but now I'm thinking of things borrowed and blue. The first day that I saw you lightning struck. It marked the beginning of the end for many things in my life which I had kept around because it was fine. Not perfect, just fine. Suddenly I saw all the cracks and flaws, saw that which I would tolerate, go along with, even when I really didn't want to. You shook me to my core. In many ways, you ruined my life. For the better, I am sure. But for a moment there I wondered what horrors you had unleashed upon me. With your face so sweet and innocent I thought surely you would be unable to trigger earthquakes. And that even if you could, surely you were much too sweet and much too kind to do such thing.

Yet here I stand, amidst the rubble of what I used to call my life. Everything came crashing down because none of it was as stable as it should've been. I'm rebuilding, slowly, and could use some guidance or inspiration. What's your favourite colour? Would you like these tiles for the kitchen? I want to build my life up to look like the perfect home for you. I wish to keep you safe. You've weathered storms just as I have. Had to grow quickly, like dandelions through concrete. You're tired, and I don't want to see you quitting so I am building you a shelter. I promise to keep watch while you get some rest in my arms. When you're healed and strong enough I will provide you the space and time so you can chase your dreams in peace. You can use our home as the foundation for your castle. I know the power you hold, and I will be there to help you wield it.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

02.

Hello,

Coincidentally that is exactly when I knew. "You had me at hello" is such a cliché, but I swear that it is true. I always know trouble when I see it, and you are quite the nightmare indeed. I hope you take no offence to my words. I say what I mean and mean what I say. That typically results in problems, but to me it's another one to toss onto the existing pile. I have a lot of baggage, but if you don't mind, I won't mind yours. Maybe we could get a big storage locker and shove all our baggage in there, lock the door and toss the keys, skip town and never return. It'll all be auctioned off one day for somebody else to deal with. Wouldn't that be nice?

Where was I? Right. Hello. That's when I knew. I always do. I fall very quickly and passionately. Really I leap off into free fall all by my own judgement, sometimes perhaps lack thereof. I know a pretty thing when I see it, though pretty isn't enough, is it? I've learned that the hard way. As I've learned most things. Behind me lays a trail of burnt bridges and broken hearts, though most of those pieces are my own. Most people are unable to tell. I have a reputation, but I think the judgement is unjust. Wholly unfair. I have developed trust issues. Betrayal cuts deep. You know that, don't you? I keep people at bay, and guard my territory fiercly. I am very loyal and I am known for my equal bark and bite. I want to be your guard dog. I swear I will lunge for the jugular if anybody dares cross you. I am protective, albeit a little reckless. I have a lot of scars to prove it.

Little birdies may warn you of me. Tell twisted tales of my exploits. I've been called toxic. Perhaps there is truth to some of it. My love burns bright and hot, but it never wavers. I crave closeness, and wish to crawl into the heart and mind of my target of affections like a spider trespassing into your home to weave its webs in the darkest corners. I want to know you better than anybody else. Know your body, mind, heart, and your soul like it is my own. You will never be left wanting reassurance, because I have known doubt, and doubt is my enemy and I will fight it on sight. You will always know that I am yours. With me you have nothing to fear. Least of all me or my commitment to you and us.

Perhaps we both had to scrape our knees as we crawled through painful loves before we found each other. Together we'll be powerful. A dynamic duo, partners in crime. Those closest to me would come forward as witnesses to my ride or die nature, and you as my life partner will be my biggest testament to this part of my character. You're not too different, are you? You would die for your people, fight with your bare hands if you had to. Together we will face the world. I'll have your back and you'll have mine, a 360° of the battlefield. We can tear down and build up whatever we want. We can build an empire, or bring them down. With you by my side, everything is possible. I would move mountains and part seas for you. Your love is an enchanted rose and I am a beast, and I will wait for you. Come to me quickly.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

03.

Hello,

I hope my words don't bore you with their simplicity. I also hope that you've been well. I have so many questions, but let us not rush. There is no finish line in love, correct? I've been alright. Y'know, ups and downs. I've kept to myself a lot. Self improvement has become akin to an occupation. I always strive to do and be better. I may not seem the kind, but I have a soft heart which I guard closely. I like old timey romance and watch sappy things when I am down. Please don't tell anybody! I am a rock, but for a long time I was but a pebble, kicked around and misplaced. I have moved around a lot and all I want is to grow roots. Would you mind sparing a little spot in your garden? I just need a little sunlight and a fall of rain to grow. I promise I won't waste your time and do my all to never disappoint you.

My affections build slowly. Too slow for many, but I hate accidents and mistakes, at least my own. I strive for perfection, though people tell me it does not exist. I see it in you, though, so they must be wrong. Sure, you have your flaws, but the glue between your cracks glisten in the light and are still beautiful to me. I really do enjoy the simple things. Do you stop to smell the roses too? I have a gentle love to offer. A kitchen bathed in morning sunlight and the smell of pancakes in the air. I'll eat the first pancakes, because the ones I bring to you in bed should be perfect, and the first one never is. You deserve so much good, and I really hope I can provide a lot of that good to you by my own hands.

I am shy, and don't always have a way with words. I will tell you through music how I feel, or paint you on a canvas in all your favourite colours. I'll help you sculpt your dreams and wishes. I'd make a great assistant. I would love to follow you on your way up ladders and mountains. I believe in you like some believe in a higher power. You can put your faith in me too. Love is a choice, and I will make the choice to love you every morning when I rise. You are the kind of fun that doesn't make me ill. The adventure I am unafraid to embark on. We can play our own roles and support each other. I'll be of service to you at every step if you need me. In return I only ask that you hold me close and never let me go.

I fear abandonment, and have known a life without guidance. I've become rigid, and hope that you'll help me bend without snapping and show me the wonders of the unknown. With you by my side I won't be afraid. My skepticism will not be a hindrance because you lead me into uncharted territory as though you have a map, and I trust that you know where we're going. And should uncertainty rise, well, I have dealt with that beast plenty, and I can tame it and send it on its way should it bother you. I will always stand by you so that never again will you need to face challenges alone. You are a promise I will keep forever if you let me.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

04.

Hello,

Have you eaten? Taken your meds? Keep yourself hydrated. Take even just a sip. I apologise if I'm fussing, but I've always been a caregiver. People depend on me. At home, at work, even my friends. I get taken advantage of pretty easily, and I try my best to keep my boundaries. Though I am admittededly prone to a bit of a saviour complex. It's not so much that I don't think others cannot get up on their own, I just think they shouldn't have to. A helping hand is often rare these days. For many, even just the day to day grind is unbearable, so any chance to take the load off another's shoulders and let them rest and catch their breath I'll happily take.

I try my best to be fair, but often lose sight of what's best for me. I want to help and support everyone who needs it, but in my quest to save everyone, I have often abandoned myself. My care is often expected and thus taken for granted. Nobody seems to understand how much it hurts. Well, until I met you anyway. You're a little fire cracker. You have a great presence despite your size. You're honest and so very clever. I was instantly in awe by your radiance, your willpower, your resilience and your strength. You taught me important lessons. I'm older than you but sometimes I feel like a student listening to my teacher preach. You're opinionated and steadfast, and have such a strong sense of justice. You call it like it is, and have called me out aplenty. Always well-intentioned. You get worked up easily, and I find it rather cute. You scold me like a parent their child when I don't take up enough space, don't hold my head high, or when I give away too much for free. You are objective and fair, never tell me I'm right or wrong unless I really am. It's refreshing. You're like a breath of fresh air.

It pains me to hear of your past. How you've been to hell and back. You face struggles even when you really can't or feel like giving up. You always get back up again, always try to find another way around when an obstacle sits in the way of where you're going. You've lived life on hardmode, and now I yearn to make things easier for you. You if anyone deserves my devotion. I know you are much too just to take advantage of my kindness and return my love in earnest. I trust you, and that says a lot as I've only ever been able to trust myself.

Would you let me be your safe space? We can build you a nest and make sure you have the nicest, softest things and plenty of snacks. I wish to provide you the space and time to really relax and let your guard down. You can safely get in touch with your inner child and heal them from all their past wounds. I will guard your sanctuary and let you be free and able to go wherever your heart desires. Let your curiosity guide you, and I will follow and keep bandaids in my pocket should you stumble and fall. You don't need to be strong all the time, and you need not be ready for battle at all hours of the day. I will take the wheel and take us in the direction of your choice whilst you rest safe and sound for as long and as much as you want and need.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

05.

Hello,

Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear, ay? Am I late, or were you just early? It seems as though you've been waiting a long time. Wasted your time kissing a whole lot of frogs, huh? Settled for good enough? Jumped from ship to ship like a pirate looking for the best loot? Well, congratulations! You made it. I'm here now! I'm just kidding, but I am, in fact, very happy now that you found me. Lots of hurdles to get over, had to crumple up many plans and ideas and kick yourself into gear on the career front. I'm far from your finish line, I am merely a little prize for a job well done. And now you'll have me by your side for the next chapters. Oh, the adventures we will have! How exciting, I can hardly wait.

Something important you had to learn before you got here is beating the status quo to the curb. You always did struggle with fitting into a neat little box and following orders, didn't you? Yet so many fools tried to bend your will and make you follow a nice little step by step pre-determined program. Hah, as if you'd ever be happy giving up your freedom like that. And I adore that about you. To hell with the status quo. I never do what is expected of me unless I myself set or agreed to those expectations. This is my life, and your life is yours. Wanna dance? Because I'll choose to court you on sight, and I hope you don't make me look like yet another fool because truly, I tell you, our dance will be an exhilarating one. We can both lead, because screw the rules!

Do not mistake my arrogance and my eleutheromania as purely egoic and a sign of wavering commitment. Though I have my admirers and my comrades, I am fiercly loyal. I do intend to flaunt you, because you are a dream come true worthy of the spotlight. I hope you're not shy, and if you are, then well, it'll be that much more entertaining for me to see you flustered by all the attention and applause. So learn to take a compliment, kiddo, because you just hit the jackpot and the prize includes a lifetime supply of praise. Along with a steadfast support system, as not only will I be at your beck and call, I fully intend to introduce you to my network of friends in higher places. Fret not, because your wildest dreams will soon appear mundane as together with some found family we will get where you are going so much faster than you've been going before.

Speaking of family, I'm not very close with mine. Perhaps neither are you, so you will understand the feeling of always having to do everything yourself and not having the kind of safety net that a family can provide. This is why I have collected friends over the years to whom I serve as family and they the same for me in return. In my anxieties of abandonment and neglect, I do everything in my power to help and support my loved ones because I know what it feels like to be without as much as encouragement on this journey of life. If you ever need some kind words, I'll be sure to whisper them in your ear and shout your name from the rooftops. You deserve the world, so pack your bags. We have tickets to explore it all.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

06.

Hello,

I pray you did not hear me talking to myself. I cry out into the void often. My mind, always abuzz with what ifs and wonder, has its way of driving me mad. Often I feel like a mad scientist, fixated on something so long I fail to take care of all my human needs. Before I know it, the sun has set and made way for the night. I recognise the passing of time only when I notice it is dark and the only source of light is the screen right on front of me. I have so many tabs open in my head I don't always notice what goes on around me. But you startled me. Admittededly I did not notice right away, but when I did I was shocked. It must've been weeks before I zoned out, watching your face as I thought of absolutely nothing. I waited for you to finish whatever it was that you were occupied with, and then it hit me. You're beautiful and I like you.

It feels easy to be around you. I can't say the same for many people, if any. I have had plenty of offers, but competing against my solitude is difficult. A race few finish, and none truly come out of as the victor. I get bored easily, and I must be honest and admit that though I may be quickly intrigued and glue myself to my newest interest, my attention is hard to keep. I enjoy the rush of newness, and yearn for a love that stays fresh and full of intrigue. And I found that in you. For you lead your own life, explore your own paths, then report back to me your newest finds. We pick apart things and situations like mechanics figuring out all the parts of a new machine. Then we go and find new things to inevitably share, and sometimes we journey together too. There is always something. I no longer feel like I am the only one keeping the conversation going. No longer the one in charge of every who and what and how and why and when and where. You pull your own weight. For once I, too, feel fascinating. And not only do I feel interesting, I find you equally interesting. It didn't drop for either of us.

Some may look at us strangely, but good heavens, are some people so easily lulled into a boring and mundane routine. Every time I would cry out my woes, I was called childish. Told that love will and should settle into a comfortable and steady routine. That it is normal for the excitement of newness to fade as you get to know someone. I refused to believe every relationship was doomed to become such a snooze. And I am glad you did too, because you keep growing as I grow and our vines they intertwine and part ways and cross again in this intricate web of possibilities. To know you is to be a student of law or medicine. Doctors and lawyers practice their craft, they're not fixed by a mere degree because neither law or medicine is fixed. It is ever-changing and developing. I pinch myself because I can hardly believe I found another student like me.

Never fear I will leave you feeling stupid. I am aware of my own merit, but never wield it against anyone, unless needed. You are very clever and you have strengths and skills that I do not. I promise to be there to listen, especially in times when nobody else will. I have known loneliness and neglect. My curiosity is a form of escapism as I run away from the eldritch horrors of my past. Please be direct with me. Within me lives a tired old hopeless romantic, whom I locked away in shame as I was told it never plays out like in the movies. But you've proved to me that it actually does. And for you I'll do anything. Though you sometimes leave me tongue tied and flustered, you stabilize me. As thanks you'll have my loyalty and devotion. I'm used to taking care of others, and I know my care won't be misplaced on you. I read people easily already, but please allow me to study your face and note down every micro-expression so that I will always be able to tell how you are feeling even when you feel unable to put it into words.

Sincerely, your future spouse.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: A Human’s Oath

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The Praxis Prefecture was one of the few galactic powers that held on to the notion of kings and queens even as they reached the star faring age of their people. Praxians were largely bipedal species much similar to humans save for their skin being varying shades of crimson and their eyes cold black.

Every few years they would hold a series of games meant to entertain the masses of their realm and dissuade them from thinking about their diminishing lifestyle. At the end of these games was the creme de la crème event known simply as “The Gauntlet” which was the main focus for all who attended.

Comprised of a series of brutal and harrowing challenges, with some even resulting in death should one fail, the reward for passing through “The Gauntlet” and reaching the end alive was the most special prize one could ever dream of; a royal wish granted by the reigning family themselves. A winner could ask for anything should it be within their power, not go against the laws of their realm; nor impact the royal family themselves. That last one was instituted after several winners tried to directly marry into the royal family as their prize.

It had been several long years since “The Gauntlet” had produced a victor and many this year were expecting the same. The bodies quickly began mounting as contestant after contestant failed and died during the trials which only further scared away the previous applicants until only one remained; a lone alien hailing from a species that identified themselves as “Human”.

This seeming paragon proceeded to survive challenge after challenge with nary a scratch on them as they edged ever closer to the end of the deadly encounters. When the final Gorgonuk lay dead, its head caved in from repeated blows from a common rock, the human stood victorious to the cheering throngs who had watched their journey.

A hush fell over the crowd as the royal family descended to the human atop their floating platform and congratulated their victory.

“Name your wish.” The elderly king said.

Without hesitation the human replied “I wish for a place in your honor guard.”

The crowd was silent; perplexed by the insanity of the human’s wish. They could have asked for a fortune so vast it would take three dozen generations to spend, or be given an entire world to rule as a king in their own right, even should they have a darkened heart ask for every first born to swear loyalty to themselves; yet they had instead asked to join the royal family’s personal guard.

No human had ever joined the honor guard as it had been an institutional rule that only Praxians could join. However, this rule was not an official law and as such did not violate the rules of agreement for the wish granting.

“Very well,” the king spoke, “kneel.”

The human dropped to one knee as the king withdrew a slender sword from his cane.

“By the decree of flesh and blood,” the king began as he stabbed the right shoulder of the human and withdrew it dripping with blood, “do I bind you to my family’s service, until the end of time itself. Arise now, and take your rightful place.” The human rose to their feet, blood running from their shoulder wound and gathering as a small puddle at their feet, and nodded thanks to the king as the crowd cheered once more.

The oath had been made and accepted.

 With that climactic ending the games were finished and the realm returned to their day to day lively hoods. The human was inducted into the ranks of the honor guard as was promised and immediately began training.

It was a grueling affair made worse by the general disdain the present honor guard held towards the human. Many had spent their entire lives in service to the royal family and had descended from long family lines whose loyalty had stretched back to the founding of their galactic realm. Yet now here stood a common cur in their eyes, who won their place by sheer luck.

Days of training became weeks, weeks became months, and then finally months became years until finally the human was deemed ready and was given a suit of royal power armor.  Armed with the latest weaponry, armor, and generator systems; the royal power armor turned any individual into a walking tank capable of leveling entire armies by themselves.

Though the human was jubilant at finally donning the armor, times outside the palace were far from pleasant.

The wealth and prosperity of the kingdom had fluctuated greatly and the common citizen now openly questioned the wisdom of their rulers. Some even dared to openly ask if they needed a royal family and if they could not govern themselves better.

Idle tavern talk grew to marches in the streets until one day an angry mob that stretched out to the horizon stood in front of the royal palace and demanded the end of the royal family.

What was worse was that at the head of this violent host stood several royal guards clad in their armor who had defected to the mob’s side. Within the palace the royal family feared for their safety and wept at the notion that this would be the end of their legacy. To their surprise the lone human who had won his place in their guard stepped forward and proclaimed that they alone would handle the crisis and that they had nothing to fear.

Striding outside the palace alone, the human came before the masses and demanded to speak with their former comrades. The gathering slowly parted as the traitor guards stepped forward and faced off with the human.

There were five in total, led by none other than the former leader of the royal guard Dem’va’rok.

“Stand aside human.” Dem proclaimed; their voice booming from the speakers built into their armor. “Your blood is not what we seek this day.”

The human said nothing as they slowly looked across the helms of their once allies.

“Does he speak for you all?” the human asked softly. “You would forsake your oaths of duty to your king?”

One by one the traitors nodded and Dem grinned.

“What is duty compared to needs of our people?” Dem asked.

The human’s hands tightened around their weapons.

“A question you will take to your grave.”

With a swift motion the human lashed out and removed the heads of four of the traitors leaving Dem alone. The clattering of helmets filled with severed heads echoed across the crowd as they watched the purple blood flow from the open neck wounds; the bodies collapsing like puppets whose strings had finally been cut.

Several onlookers from the crowd screamed out in horror and recoiled from the violence. From there it set off a wave of panic that flashed across the mob like wildfire until all of them were scattering across the hills. Dem could hear their screams as they fled in panic, yet his eyes lay focused on the human who stood before him.

Unlike his alien compatriots who had grown lax and slothful with their duties, the human had spent every day training hard to prove their worth and their right to stand amongst them. What had once been a glorious order of wardens and guards of the royal family had become decadent and a mockery of what it had once been.

Dem drew his own sword and prepared to face the human but was surprised when they instead drove their sword into the ground.

“I won’t need that for what comes next.” -----------------------------------

An hour later the lone human returned to the throne room followed by four leaders of the mob.

The royal family watched in horror as each of them carried a severed head of a traitor royal guard with the human carrying the bloody remains of Dem’va’rok’s head. Their gantlets were stained with still fresh blood from where the human had used their bare hands to pull the former master’s head from their body.

“My lord,” the human spoke as they bowed and presented the head of Dem’va’rok “, the fools who cast aside your generosity have been dealt with and shall trouble you no more.”

They motioned to the cowering leaders behind them. “These are some of your subjects that wish to present their grievances to you and seek your wisdom in their resolution.”

Fear compelled all of the former ring leaders to nod their heads rapidly as they held back tears of fear.

“Do not be afraid.” The human counseled them, “For our king is as wise as he is compassionate. He will hear the words of his loyal subjects, but I will suffer none of those who have betrayed such kindness.”

With that the human stepped away and the ring leaders spoke their grievances and to their surprise the king listened to them and did not have them slain on the spot. What had been the day to end a kingdom became the day of a kingdoms evolution into something new.

Not all of the demands were met, but not all were dismissed so easily. New governing bodies were formed under the king to assist the well-being of his citizens while the king remained in complete control. As a result the overall situation of the realm began to slowly lighten and improve as years went by until the loyalty to the royal family was once more shared in every dwelling.

Yet none could say if it was from true love of the king, or from the fear the piercing gaze of the new leader of the honor guard instilled upon all that looked upon them.

[0nceuponathrone]

CAUSE WAS THAT PANEL IN THE ANIME NECESSARY? No. AM I THANKFUL FOR IT? Yes.

Manga Andy v. Anime Andy

[missaengg]

Decorating a Mr. Harrison Gray

21 Days Until Christmas: Tinsel Made for Ikemen Advent hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and @candied-boys Featuring: Ikemen Villains Harrison Gray x f!reader | With an appearance of all the Ikevil men Tags: fluff, humor, lightly suggestive at the end Word Count: 1634

You step back, admiring the nearly finished Crown Christmas tree.

You and Liam have spent the last hour decorating the large, fir tree in the parlor at Victor’s request, and tooting your own horn… the tree looks absolutely gorgeous. 

Pops of red and gold accent the dark green branches, glittering in the glow of the white lights strung in between the ornaments. The stained glass star adorning the top of the tree shines brilliantly, casting a flickering array of colors on the walls around it.

The only thing left to do is wrap the tree in tinsel.

You survey the red, green, and gold strands in your hands. A wicked thought slithers into your brain, and you smirk, turning to the other Crown member helping you decorate the tree.

“Hey, Liam?” you call out to him quietly. Liam turns to you, tearing his rose-colored eyes away from the Christmas tree to meet yours. “I have an idea.” 

“What is it?” he asks.

“Whaddya say we decorate a Harrison?”

Liam blinks. “Decorate… a Harrison?” 

You nod, glancing to the couch where your lover and fellow Crown member lay snoozing. “Whaddya think, eh?” You wiggle your eyebrows and hold up the thin strips of plastic curling around your palms and fingers.

It takes a moment for the suggestion to land, his lips forming a small ‘o’, and then he breaks into a giant joyous smile. Liam bobs his head up and down enthusiastically, grabbing a handful of tinsel of his own. 

“I’m ready!”

You urgently press your finger to your lips, and Liam winces, mouthing ‘sorry’. You shake your head, mouthing back ‘it’s okay’. The two of you tiptoe over to the couch, the only sounds filling the room, those of rustling plastic and Harrison’s labored breathing.

Carefully, you separate a few strands of tinsel and drape it around Harrison’s neck. Liam joins you, and the two of you shake in silent laughter every time your eyes meet, quickly moving to shush each other which only exacerbates the raucous, but inaudible laughter.

“Oh, what’s this?” a melodic voice lilts from the entrance, and you and Liam both snap your attention to the door, simultaneously hissing out a tiny ‘shhh’ with your forefingers on the center of your lips.

The dark-haired man sidles over, and you whisper in his ear, “We’re decorating Harrison with tinsel.” 

“How delightful,” Alfons purrs.

“Wanna join?” You hold out some of the tinsel to Alfons.

He says nothing, but accepts the tinsel, mischief gleaming in his narrowed dark blue eyes. The three of you shift your focus to the task at hand, with you taking Harrison's head, Alfons taking his torso, and Liam taking his legs.

You weave strands of Christmas green tinsel through Harrison’s sandy brown hair like a crown taking care not to ruffle his unruly locks too much in the process. As you do, you look down on his sleeping face, and you can’t help, but take a moment to observe him, a soft adoration blooming in your heart.

When awake, Harrison tends to always have something on his mind, a pervasive loneliness ever present on his brow, but when asleep… you gently smooth back his hair… when asleep… he looks peaceful. At ease. Happy, even.

Resisting the urge to brush your lips against his cheek, you tuck tinsel behind his ears, connecting a few strands from one ear to the other to form a tinsel mustache. And of course, if he has a mustache, he must also have a beard. You arrange some more tinsel to fall in the shape of a long, scraggly beard down his chin.

The strands flutter with each breath Harrison takes, and you have to stifle the snort forming in your nose because of how ridiculous he looks with his green tinsel crown and his red and gold tinsel mustache and beard.

All hail Harrison, the Tinsel King of Christmas Town.

You look over to Alfons and Liam, doubling over when you see what they’re doing to the poor man. 

Alfons – in true Alfons fashion – is hunched over, creating a tinsel bikini top and a tinsel mini skirt over Harrison’s chest and hips – though you do have to admit you’re a teeny bit disappointed he hasn’t done anything more… risque concerning Harrison’s crotch.

Liam – in sweet Liam fashion – is essentially burying Harrison’s legs, wrapping them with all the tinsel in his arsenal as one would a mummy.

“Alfons,” a quiet voice murmurs, “is this… beautiful?”

The three of you jump, three pairs of wide eyes – yours included – slowly sliding over to the blonde-haired ethereal beauty standing between you and Alfons.

When did Elbert walk in?!

“No, Elbie,” Alfons finally answers once the shock has worn off. “Harrison is not beautiful.”

“Hmm,” Elbert muses, his impossibly blue eyes wavering.

“The tree looks wonderful!” an exuberant voice exclaims, but the exuberance falters into a stifled gasp. “Oh my.” The raven-haired co-leader of Crown gawks at Harrison’s decorated, sleeping form, and then claps his hands together enthusiastically. “Oh, what a great idea!”

You move to shush Victor, but before you can, you’re interrupted by an abrasive grumble.

“Tch… stupid,” a sharp amethyst-eyed man mutters.

A genteel face pops out from behind the surly sadist, his twilight-colored eyes lighting up. “That looks fun.”

“I’d say it’s an improvement,” a low rumble adds.

The former doctor strides in from behind Ellis and Jude, a shit-eating grin plastered on his egoistic face.

You cringe, frantically blowing out a hushed ‘shhhh’, but of course, no one listens, especially Jude.

“Aah, can’t do any work here with all this useless shit goin’ on,” Jude snipes, unbothered by your frantic attempts at getting him to keep his voice down. “Let’s go, Ellis.”

“But Jude,” Ellis gently protests. “I want to stay.”

Jude sighs in exasperation. “Fine. Do as ya please, but yer makin’ up for it later.” He sweeps out of the room leaving Ellis and the smell of cigarettes behind.

“Can I join?” Ellis asks, smiling sweetly.

You nod, handing him some tinsel.

“Yay,” he cheers and takes the tinsel offered to him.

“Victor?” 

You inwardly groan. At this rate, Harrison will wake up before you can finish. A regal, vampiric looking man glides over, calmly observing the scene before him.

“This seems more entertaining than what I have to say,” William notes. “Please, do continue.”

You wordlessly offer him some tinsel, which he accepts with more grace than necessary. You glance over to Roger, who’s perched himself on the coffee table, and hold out the tinsel to him as well, which he declines with a shake of his head.

You count the total number of men who’ve entered the room at some point in the past hour – nine. You breathe out a sigh of relief. There shouldn’t be any more interruptions.

You turn back to the couch when…

“What’s going on?”

Harrison cracks open his bleary eyes, blinking rapidly upon seeing nine faces peering down at him. He jerks into a sit, the tinsel draped about him rustling as he moves. The sound catches his attention, and he looks down, examining the tinsel wrapped around his chest and pulling on the tinsel covering his face. He frowns, his half-awake, sluggish brain working overtime.

“What the hell…?”

“Aww, I didn’t get a chance to decorate Harrison,” Ellis whines.

“Darn,” Liam pouts. “I still had his feet left.”

Harrison gapes up at the crowd around him, his incredulous gaze sweeping from the disappointed Ellis to the pouting Liam to the amused Roger to the mischievous Alfons to the taciturn Elbert to the delighted Victor, and to the tickled William, finally zooming in on the sheepish you.

“Surprise?” You half-heartedly shrug your shoulders, shaking the tinsel in your hands like pom-poms.

His eyes narrow, laser focused on you. “Okay, that’s enough,” he says in his usual listless manner. “Everyone out.”

No one moves.

“Now.”

A dangerous gleam forms in his tired glare, and the men of Crown acquiesce, a chorus of disappointed groans and mumbles filling the air. They shuffle out, one by one, tossing the tinsel they held in their hands to the floor.

You try to slink out with them, but a strong hand catches your wrist, forcefully pulling you back, and you stumble, falling back onto the couch next to Harrison.

“Um… hi?” You give your lover a big goofy grin.

“This was your doing, wasn’t it?” Harrison accuses.

“N–no,” you stammer indignantly, averting your eyes despite knowing that he doesn’t need to meet your eyes to ascertain a lie from the truth. 

“Now, that’s a lie.”

Your cheeks heat up, and you petulantly scowl at him, your bottom lip jutting out. “Not fair. I can’t get away with anything with your powers.”

Harrison chuckles, his mint-green eyes dancing with enjoyment watching you squirm. “I don’t need my abilities to know when you’re lying, my dear.”

Your cheeks burn even hotter. Your bottom lip juts out even further. You poke his chest with your finger, hard, but Harrison only laughs. “Still not fair,” you mumble, but you know you’ve lost… again.

“Mmmhmm,” Harrison hums. “And… how should I punish you for pranking me?”

His long fingers toy with the ribbon holding your blouse closed, intentionally brushing against your neck causing you to shiver, a dark heat blossoming deep in your torso. You sputter, your mouth opening and closing repeatedly before slamming shut, your lips pressed together in a thin, tight line.

Harrison smirks. His fingers trail up your neck, ending with his palm resting on your cheek. He strokes the flushed, rosy skin with his thumb before guiding your head down inches away from his own.

“You know,” he utters slowly, each hot expelled puff of air deliciously tickling your lips. “I think you’d look great wearing only tinsel.”

[three-headed-monster]

new hail to the victors ficlet for those who want to check it out!

[imnameimswrld]

ⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ¹⁰ ׄ ⑅ PG10 ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ in which the 2 biggest ships in f1 start acting up again, but only one couple is the true victor here.

— PAIRING ੭ pierre gasly x male!alpha.tauri!reader.

— FILE ੭ social media au.

— WARNINGS ੭ language.

— FACE CLAIM ੭ yuta nakamoto ❪ nct ❫.

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👹👹 LNLY 👹👹

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user1 YESSS PIERRE 😭😭😭🙌

user2 pierre out here doing God's work.

user3 ain't this just a yn fan page at this point ?

▹ user4 LMAO I LITERALLY THOUGHT IT WAS FOR A SEC 💀😭

ynusername just say ur obsessed pierre, we won't judge.

▹ maxverstappen1 he's obsessed, and I'm judging him.

▹ pierregasly fuck off max...but I'm obsessed.

user5 MUAHAHAH 👹👹 LNLY 👹👹

▹ user6 🎀 lestappen 🎀

▹ user7 lnly>>>>

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slow the process down yeah

because pierre almost held up a whole 2 minute conversation, swear words included, and scared the crap out of me.

sorry yuks, he's been studying extra hard after meeting my parents for the first time

okay, well...that's kinda cute...

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you and yn are blowing up the internet after last night 😭

the chaos is hilarious honestly 🤩

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ya just couldn't keep your hands to urself, huh

with you looking like you do ? never.

but, to be fair, u couldn't stop playing with my hair.

and u couldn't stop stroking my legs – which ones more telling ? 🤨

fine. fair enough.

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HELLO !? 😀😭

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user1 OH OKAY HOT DAMN

user2 ALL HAIL LNLY.

pierregasly he does indeed, very much so – 愛してます ❪trans: I love you❫ <3.

▹ ynusername i guess i love you too, my baguette boy.

▹ pierregasly wi wi 🥖😏

▹ landonorris oh- EW PIERRE.

▹ charles_leclerc disgusting mate, come on !

▹ ynusername such jelly babies lol 😚 [liked by pierregasly]

user3 all along, ya'll just thought they were besties...

▹ user4 lnly 🔛🔝

user5 "What's the difference between lestappen and lnly ?" OURS IS REAL 😜

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[heimeldat]

I've spent an inordinate amount of time parsing the few examples we have of Old High Gallifreyan text, and here at last is the result of my labors!

The Old Gallifreyan alphabet:

The alternate forms of letters may be used interchangeably with their main forms; the differences are purely cosmetic, much like the difference between cursive and print-style writing.

Now for my analysis of the existing texts. It's rather long, so I've put it below the break!

EXAMPLES OF OLD HIGH GALLIFREYAN TEXT

ITEM ONE

Supposedly from “The Five Doctors,” though I can’t spot this writing anywhere. Translation given in episode.

ORA PSYERPA

O – honorific indicating uniqueness, may be rendered with the definite article “the”

R – combined with the definite honorific, a common abbreviation of Rassilon’s name

A – an alternate version of the possessive “ya,” used only when the possessive noun is already abbreviated

Psyerpa – a general term for harps and other large stringed instruments

Thus, the full text reads:

O-Rassilon-ya psyerpa

The Rassilon’s harp

ITEM TWO

From “The Colony in Space,” across the bottom of the Doctor’s mugshot. No translation given.

QU  ETHOA TRIOUAX BRIA

Qu – This is not a complete word, merely a letter used in this case for alphanumerical file designation: note that it stands alone, separate from the main text.

Ethoa – exile

Triouax – an infinitive verb, “to persist” or “to remain in effect”

Bria – a conditional modifier used exclusively in bureaucratic contexts, implying the need for occasional update of information or policy.

This text is a record of the Doctor’s sentence, and may be rendered something like this: Exile: to remain in effect barring further review.

ITEM THREE

From “The Time of Angels.” Translation given.

JUSYMOU CAIDEU OXA OOYY MAISOM

Jusymou – An archaic greeting, roughly equivalent to “well met” or “hail.”

Caideu – self, soul, or “hearts” in a poetic sense

Oxa – prepositional suffix, “part of”

OOYY – a conceptual abbreviation that combines the two meanings of the solitary letter O (definite article + symbol of individuality) and the mathematical use of the letter Y (usually indicating a dimensional shift). Literally, this means something like the individual, shifted two dimensions. In practice, it refers to a Time Lord’s fifth dimensional aspect.

Maisom – name, designation, identification

Thus, a literal translation would read something like this: Greetings, soul-linked fifth-dimensional name!

Or as the Doctor paraphrases it: Hello, Sweetie.

ITEM FOUR

From “The Five Doctors.” Translation is given, though it’s not specified which face of the obelisk corresponds to which section of the text.

First Face:

RA NASA TO TANA EURIFSTAN OBLR ORE NATA

Ra – where

Nasa – sleep

To – in

Tana – lies, reclines, rests

Eurifstan – eternal, endless, timeless. Here it modifies the verb, so it should be rendered as an adverb.

Oblr – abbreviated form of obelar, tomb or grave

OR – the same abbreviation seen previously, “The One And Only Rassilon.”

E – an alternate version of the possessive “ya,” used only when the possessive noun is already abbreviated

Nata – a basic verb of being, is

This yields the following literal translation: Where sleep-in lies eternally, tomb Rassilon’s is.

Or as the Doctor translates it: This is the Tomb of Rassilon, where Rassilon lies in eternal sleep.

Second Face:

The text on the second face is never seen. The Doctor translates it as: Anyone who's got this far has passed many dangers and shown great courage and determination.

Third Face:

ULIREIF RAENATA TOAAN LAKI FSTA TORARO

Ulireif – to lose everything, to be utterly defeated

Raenata – an emphatic form of the being-verb nata, indicating that something really, truly, permanently is

Toa’an – to win everything, to be crowned victor

Laki – a compound conjunction combining la (so) with ki (and): “and so”

Fsta – an abbreviated form of festoa, a winner or leader

Toraro – future tense of torar, to fail or collapse

Thus: To lose all is truly to win all, and so the winner will fail.

Or as the Doctor puts it: To lose is to win, and he who wins shall lose.

Fourth Face:

KIRA ATOUNA OR TA LIRI EUKI RAATO SUTE ANAAN FEIRLIO REUNT

Kira – takes

Atouna – ring

OR – the same abbreviation seen previously, “The One And Only Rassilon.”

Ta – from

Liri – hand

Euki – a compound conjunction combining eu (then, next, afterward) with ki (and): “and then”

Ra’ato – future tense of ra’at, to wear

Sute – reward, prize, payment

Ana’an – desired, sought-after

Feirlio – future tense of feiril, to get or acquire. Note that this is an irregular verb: the last two letters switch places when adding any tense ending.

Reunt – immortality, eternity

Literally: Takes ring Rassilon-from-hand and then will wear, reward-sought will have: immortality.

Or as the Doctor translates it: Whoever takes the ring from Rassilon's hand and puts it on shall get the reward he seeks: immortality.

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Guerriero

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Victor, Kevin and the rest of the band eventually, Bobby, Donna, and faceless Uber drivers

Word Count: 1978

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, hardcore jealousy, self loathing, funneling rage as productively as possible

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It shouldn’t have bothered him. Hell, any other day and any other hand on the small of your back, he wouldn’t have even looked twice. But there was Donna and Jody’s manager guiding you out of the way of traffic, all smooth and handsome and available.

Dean couldn’t look away. He stood in the kitchenette on the bus, forgetting he was looking for some painkillers for his damn head when everything just stopped making sense. He watched as the both of you smiled and talked all the way up to the employee entrance, security passes in hand.

Goddamn Vic.

Instantly, Dean knew it was his fault. If he hadn’t let this thing with Bela go on this long, he might have been able to have a shot with you. If he hadn’t needed the reputation ‘Hail Mary’ that was dating Bela in the first place, maybe he’d have had the freedom to date whoever he wanted sooner. And maybe, if he hadn’t let Bela stay in his room the night before instead of bunking with you, you wouldn’t have been being chatted up alone by the opener’s manager.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

Dean slammed the cabinet closed and dropped onto one of the benches surrounding the table. His head fell into his hands and he tried to get a grip.

Breathe, damnit. 

He needed to breathe.

He had no right to be this pissed. You didn’t owe him anything. Least of all your loyalty. But god had he gotten used to it. Had even grown to expect it.

He started humming ‘Enter Sandman’ and let his breathing match the off beat of the rhythm. 

Somebody cleared their throat. Dean looked up to see a saucer-eyed Kevin staring at him and then looking everywhere else once he got caught.

“You good, man?”

“No.” Dean rubbed his eyes and put his head back down.

He would not punch another keyboardist. He would not punch another band member. Not even Sam.

Sam.

Where was that overgrown hair commercial when he needed him, anyway?

Kevin, God bless him, was still there. “Do you need anything?”

Dean needed to just fucking get it together.

“Can you find my brother for me, please?” Dean wiped his hand down his face. “Just find Sam.”

“On it.” Kevin had his phone out and was walking off the bus before Dean could even mutter his thanks.

Dean stayed on the bus. He didn’t know why, but it felt safest to not be in public. And to not risk seeing you or Victor again and therefore lose the last semblance of sanity he had left.

Several murder plots and a discarded flannel later, Sam’s text buzzed in Dean’s pocket.

He wasn’t even fucking at the venue yet.

Dean threw his phone at the driver’s seat headrest and miraculously it didn’t break.

He breathed again. He counted them harder.

He had tools to get out of this spiral. Missouri told him he could do it on his own. Breathing wasn’t working. But he could put this energy to use, he didn’t need to let it win.

What he did need was to get out of there.

Dean had no idea what, if anything, was said during his Uber ride home. Whatever, he’d rate the guy a five later. He’d tip like the fucking millionaire he was. 

But right now he just wanted to hit something.

The speed bag was too flimsy, too annoying for what had been building inside him for over an hour. Something he had held back on a simmer as long as he could. He didn’t take the time to wrap his knuckles, but he did shove his hands into the first pair of gloves he found, cushioning the worst of potential injuries.

The slap of the punching bag against his gloves was a forgotten clarity.

One-two

One-two

One-two, jab jab

Uppercut

Dean fully exhaled and recentered. 

One-two

One-two-three

One

One

One-two

He knew the anger was at himself. At his past actions and their consequences. But that knowledge didn’t help the force or scope of the emotion dwindle. Dean had always been his worst enemy. And he was damn good at it.

One

One-two

One

One-two-three

He tried to bounce on his feet, his bulky boots weighed down more than he liked. At least his logical brain was rebooting.

One-two

One-two

One-two

One-two-three

Dean felt his phone buzz against his thigh. He ignored it.

One

One

One-two

One-two-three

One-two

One-two

One-two-three

Dean punched until his knuckles ached and his back screamed at his terrible stance. Eventually he dropped the gloves and moved to the free weights. The rage left him slowly and then all at once.

Exhaustion hit him sometime after six o’clock, when he sat down and braved looking at his phone.

He didn’t open his messages or listen to any of the voice mails. Instead he called Sam and told him he was on his way, without detail or apology and then promptly hung up.

The Uber back took twice as long.

He still tipped.

“The fuck you been, boy?!” Bobby said before Dean could clear the service elevator. “We got people going out of their minds looking for you.”

Bobby had to book it to keep time with Dean’s pace at his age, but he was pissed enough not to say anything about it.

“I know, I’m sorry. I had to get my head on straight.---- Uh, anybody rat me out to the suits?” 

Bobby cocked an eyebrow at him. “Do I look like I have a death wish to you?” “Thanks, Bobby.”

Bobby huffed. “Yeah, well, you better kiss and make up with those girls. They were worried about your sorry ass, too. But first—”

“Dean Michael Winchester.”

Dean stopped dead in his tracks and turned on his heels, better to face the firing squad than to wait for the first bullet to break the skin.

“Pammy.”

“Do not. No. Do not ‘Pammy’ me. Answer your damn phone, asshole.”

Dean didn’t answer, he just walked up to her, looked into her piercing eyes, and waited her out. She exhaled and then stepped back, while looking him over.

“You good?” She held up his right hand to show she saw his raised knuckles.

“I’m good.”

“And the other guy?”

“Hanging in the rec room at home.”

Pam pursed her lips like she was ‘oh’ing at him and grinned. “That could be very kinky, but I catch your drift.”

“Who else I need to make nice with?”

Pam dropped her chin and glared. “Everybody.”

“But I think you should start with Trouble— or Charlie. Then maybe your girlfriend? Remember her? She’s not happy with you either.”

Oh, joy.

“Wait— what time is it? Isn’t Charlie already in the booth?”

“Yeah, can’t you hear that? Jody’s girls are on stage, genius,” Bobby broke in.

“Okay, lemme check in with Sam and see if I can find Trouble before we gotta set up.”

Dean felt Pam and Bobby share a look as he walked away, but he didn’t have the time or the patience to overthink anything at that point. Christ, somebody better have a friggin’ energy drink or he was gonna crash, hard.

Show number two was off to an amazing start.

If Dean survived this tour, he was giving himself a vacation. 

If.

Dean rushed through his warm ups. He chugged a Gatorade because he didn’t want to pass out on stage and polished it off with a 5 hour energy he got off of Kevin. Everybody was surprisingly cool once he arrived and got situated. Something told him it was because he was stone cold sober, but they had seen him at his worst. Everyone knew this was just a bump in the road, not a pitfall. Or so he hoped.

Annie gave him a hug and warned him not to scare her like that again.

With Charlie in the booth, who got only a cursory update over the walkies, that left you. But you had Bela in the VIP for that night’s show, which saved him another round of explanations and apologies, for the time being.

The dressing room was filled with activity, from Sam doing his hair and Pam doing Kevin’s eye liner to Lee putting on deodorant and Annie doing vocal runs in the corner. Dean threw on a fresh shirt before making sure his earpiece was in and his personal mic was secured. His hair was still damp since he threw it under a ball cap after showering at home one last time before they hit the road.

He coated his fingers in gel and played with it until it was close to his usual subtle peak.

“You all pretty enough, yet? Need ya out there, yesterday,” Bobby bellowed and held the door as everyone scrambled to head backstage.

The sounds of the fans sending off SPS thundered above them. Dean inhaled against the familiar anticipation squeezing his insides. As they snaked through the crew and the equipment, the stadium hummed with people milling about, hitting the restroom, or grabbing more drinks before they took the stage.

It felt good to be the headliner. Dean didn’t take that for granted. And if in ten or fifteen years they're no longer relevant and they end up playing county fairs or opening for the next big thing, Dean thinks he’d still do it. Because it’s not about his ego, it’s about giving a good show. About sharing something he made with somebody, the exchange of art, the experience of it. 

Being seen and heard, even in small increments, was so necessary to who he had become.

Breaking him out of his thoughts, Donna shrieked in surprise as the two bands passed each other. Dean couldn’t do anything but give her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I know— I’ll see ya later.”

“Oh, you!” She shoved him playfully and let Dean get up on stage. There was never any bad blood there, even if he had them worried too.

Everything was right where it was supposed to be, and Dean slipped his guitar strap on, and got ready to rock. Second night setlists were almost negatives of the ones they planned for first nights. Not that many people could afford to go to both shows, but nonetheless they switched it up even if it was for their own sanity’s sake.

The lights came up and Sam and Dean started the opening riff and just as Dean’s voice broke through the speakers, Charlie cut the lights. “Black” was a tune they had played with a lot over the years, but never something they’d opened with. The fans shrieked over the opening line and then spots shot out over each of them as the song pushed on, churning together into something darker.

Lee held the last chord and the lights all came back up to ruckus applause.

Dean exhaled and braced himself for the next song. He hadn’t spoken to you about it since he sent you the album files, months ago now. Charlie eased the lights back into something more pensive and he centered up on the stage.

“Alright, so you might have heard we shared some of the new stuff with the folks last night.” He paused to let the crowd reply. “But, this one is new to everybody, lemme know whatcha think, alright?”

They started off with Pamela’s count, everyone together, united for ‘Pushing Through’. He thought about all those nights you called him just to check in, with nothing to say, besides just being your caring, thoughtful self. He closed his eyes to the thousands of people in front of him, even to those in the pit whose phones were all glaring at his face, and sang like you were the only person who would hear him.

He just wanted you to listen to him and everything he couldn’t say.

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Chapter 29: Obbligato

[illubean]

headcanons about playing uno with killugon lol (it’s gonna be really chaotic)

Plus Four!

Characters: Gon Freecs, Killua Zoldyck Type: Drabble??, Crack, Gn!reader

I decided to turn this into a drabble? oneshot? instead of headcanons I hope thats ok >.<

Warnings: none

The atmosphere was heavy. Tension was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife. It was suffocating.

A yellow reverse you had just placed down sat in the middle of the table as all three participants sat waiting, anxiously. The stakes were high, winner taking home a total of three whole chocolate robots.

You peered over the top of your cards at Killua, awaiting his turn. You had only one card left, Killua had 2 and Gon, being not so lucky, had about thirteen.

It was a close game truly.

Killua smirks down at his hand before looking at Gon to his left.

"Heh, sorry buddy," he said before raising his hand in the air, slamming it down on the coffee table to reveal a plus 4 wild card.

"Uno! I choose red!"

Both you and Killua switched gazes between Gon and the pile of cards, expecting him to draw.

Gon only smiled before placing another plus four in the center of the table.

"That's eight for you, Y/n!"

Killua lets out an expecting laugh, excited to claim his title as victor and three choco robots.

His laughs died down as yours began to pick up.

Your light chuckles turned into manic laughter as you look up at the boys in front of you.

"You fools! This was my plan all along and you played right into it!"

You stand up from your spot on the floor as you loudly smack your final card onto the table, victoriously.

"PLUS FOUR! I HAVE CONQURED THE REALM OF UNO NOW RUN ME MY ROBOTS SUCKERS!"

"DAMN IT!" Killua exclaimed, dropping his last card on the table before pointing at you accusingly.

"You cheated! You only won because we were playing stacks!"

Gon laughed, putting his cards down before turning to his white haired friend.

"It was your idea to play stacks, Killua."

The addressed boy huffed, turning to face away from both of you and crossing his arms with a pout.

"I should've won that."

You had grabbed your prize of 3 choco robots from the other side of the room, before turning towards your 2 friends and standing proudly.

"As your new found and oh so generous leader, I have decided to share my winnings with you two."

Killua perked up at your statement while Gon gave you a wide smile.

"All hail leader Y/n!" the green boy said, playing along with your joke while thanking you for his choco robot.

Killua takes his as you hand it to him, still being a bit salty about his loss.

"I could buy a thousand of these back home anyways."

"Yeah but you know what you can't do? Beat me at uno," you said, laughing at the visible tick mark and Killua's annoyed expression.

"I WANT A REMATCH RIGHT NOW!"

[mamaestapa]

blurb of celebrating with jj after the win!!!!

GO BLUE 💙〽️

Hail to the Victors|| JJ McCarthy x reader

• pairing: JJ McCarthy x reader

• summary: celebrating the rose bowl win with jj

• warnings: some language & lots of fluff

“JJ!” you yelled as you ran in the direction of your boyfriend. He was finishing up an interview with his head coach and Blake Corum tagging along beside him.

You, JJ’s family, and a few of his good friends that traveled with you from Michigan, stormed the field with other families of the team after Michigan defeated Alabama 27-20 in overtime. Michigan had just won the Rose Bowl. Their first Rose Bowl victory since 1998.

All of the Michigan fans in attendance along with the football team were ecstatic.

You ran up to JJ, both of you grinning widely as you ran straight into his waiting arms. You squealed happily as JJ twirled you around.

“We fucking won! We did it baby!” JJ yelled as he looked into your eyes. His beautiful blues sparkled with excitement as he grinned. “You did it J!” you yelled back with this just as much excitement as your boyfriend.

You put your hands on his cheeks and smashed your lips against his. The two of you kissed passionately on the field, feeling like you were the only ones in the world right now as you were showered in maize and blue confetti. JJ pulled away from you and set you back down on the ground. He pulled you into his side, which you immediately melted into. You weren’t even paying attention to the smell of sweat filling your nostrils as you wrapped your arms around JJ and pressed your cheek to the side of his jersey clad chest.

You were just so happy to be celebrating this big win with JJ. JJ, who’s been the best leader for this team. JJ, who has constantly been fighting through adversity (especially this season). JJ, who no matter how bad of a practice or game he had, never put the blame on anyone else. This team and JJ deserved this win.

JJ pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “I love you so much.” You looked up at your boyfriend, your giddy smile still matching his. “I love you more JJ. I’m so proud of you, babe. You deserve this more than anyone else.”

JJ squeezed you gently, a light blush appearing on his cheeks at your words. You always knew how to get him flustered.

The rest of JJ’s family approached the two of you, congratulating him on his big victory. As they congratulated him, JJ’s hold on you never loosened or faltered once. After his parents gave him a hug, Blake a slipped a rose into his mouth. The sight of the rose in his mouth made butterflies swarm in your belly.

Who knew something so simple could be so hot…

You pulled away from JJ and snapped a picture of him with the rose. This was definitely going to be your home screen.

You chuckled as JJ posed for more pictures with the rose. Once all the pictures had been taken, JJ scooped you back up into his arms. He pressed his forehead against yours as his soft blue eyes looked into yours.

“I love you Y/n. Thank you for always supporting me every step of the way.” he said wholeheartedly as he nuzzled his nose with yours, “Through the good and bad.”

You smiled sweetly at JJ, “I’ll always be your biggest supporter baby. Always,” you nuzzled your nose against his this time, “I love you.”

JJ placed a kiss on your lips before he pulled away from you and placed you back on the turf. A playful smirk was pulling at his lips as he looked down at you.

“You know, if we win the championship I think I may just have to marry you.”

“I think you may just have to go win that natty then, McCarthy.”

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jjmccarthy- go blue baby! i love you.

@jjmccarthy i love you more🤍

umichfan9- THE ROSEEE OMG

rutgermcgroarty- as the first lady of ann arbor said…HAIL TO THE VICTORS🫡

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blake_corum- 〽️〽️

umichfootball- GO BLUE💙💛

luca.fantilli- Michigan vs everybody😤

yourroomatesuser- EEEK the picture is so cute! king and queen of ann arbor fr<3

iloveumich- UGH the pic of jj and the rose. how is y/n able to contain herself bc im STRUGGLING😩

@iloveumich i’m actually going crazy rn, don’t let me fool ya. he looks so good ;)

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hi loves!!

my first time working for jj! oh how i love this man<3 i’ll always have a soft spot for him.

i hope you all enjoy this! i had to include that rose pic bc OMG i was going feral😩 anyways! posting this from the airport, see yall in a few hours. thank you for all the love and support🤍🤍

[motleyfam]

“The analysis is complete. The bottle residue and samples we collected all tested positive for norovirus RNA—or, as it’s more commonly known, stomach flu.”

“Jesus take the wheel…” Timothy murmurs under his breath, ducking his head and tapping his fingers to his forehead, chest, and each shoulder in the sign of the cross.

Damian rolls his eyes. “Aren’t you Jewish, Drake.”

“I am an immunocompromised agnostic who just sat through a four-hour stakeout with three people who are now puking their guts up,” he bites back. “I will take anyone who’s listening.”

Richard gives a weak snort. “So this is a literal Hail Mary?”

Timothy glares back. “Yes.”

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(In the case of Bats vs. Stomach Bug, there can only be one victor.)