#also the fact that she 'pressed him in the extreme' to drink from her like. what does that MEAN. what does extreme mean.

[covenofthearticulate]

“During our recent convocations, many of the old ones had offered Louis the power of their ancient blood.”

Girl please I need to know just HOW MANY older vamps offered up their necks to Louis like oh my god. We joke about him being the it girl of vc from his love affairs with Lestat and Armand, but deadass every single vampire out there has made some sort of pass at him!!!!! And he refused them ALL!!!!! this man is so hot and so suicidal it’s off the fucking charts 

[vanteguccir]

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　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where the Cut The Camera Podcast comes to an end and Matt feels emotional about it, but Y/N is there to comfort him.

WARNING: Sad talk, crying.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The time had come to say goodbye to the Cut The Camera Podcast.

If Y/N said her eyes weren't filled with trapped tears that she was fighting so hard not to spill, she would be lying.

The girl was sitting on the floor on one of the fluffy pink cushion that decorated the Podcast studio, her back was pressed against the door next to the stairs as she silently listened to what the boys were saying, looking up to them from time to time.

That was a habit she had created months before, practically since the beginning of the Podcast, where she would simply enter the studio with the boys and accompany their filming while sitting in the same exact place on the floor with her phone in hand, not being seen by any camera, nor heard by any of the high-resolution microphones.

It was always a different adventure to be there. If her mood was down, the boys' jokes made her laugh until her stomach hurt. Sometimes, she herself attributed a different fact to one of the topics that Nick brought up or gave them an idea when creativity ran out before they reached the one hour mark.

She lost count of how many times she turned on the air conditioning when Nick felt too hot or brought Matt and Chris a hoodie when they were too cold. Many times having left the studio quickly to get water or some drinks from the kitchen for one of the three when noticing their voices hoarse from thirst and the amount of minutes spent talking without a pause.

With all this being said, the brothers could say that she actively participated in the podcast and its environment without necessarily appearing in it.

So, it was no surprise that in that episode she was without her phone in hand, sitting in her usual spot, with her head practically completely covered by the hood of her hoodie and a sad look resting on her face.

Her eyes traveled between the triplets at all times, ready to jump in and console them if she noticed any tears appearing, knowing how difficult it was to finish that cycle - despite also knowing how necessary it was for their growth.

The recording was coming to an end, and Y/N felt her chest heavy, even though she was extremely happy and looking forward to the three's new individual and group projects.

Part of her scolded herself for being so emotional, maybe because she didn't feel she had the right to, since she wasn't even part of the channel. Or maybe because the boys seemed perfectly fine and happy with its ending, but she knew they were just resigned to it.

"It feels like just yesterday we started it." Chris began the ending, turning his face to Nick while playing with his microphone with his right hand. "I actually can't believe how long we've been doing this. I'm happy it's over, but I'm happy it happened."

"Oh my God... I'm happy it's over, but I'm happy it happened." Nick repeated, focusing his eyes on the ceiling for a few seconds, and Y/N was almost sure he was holding back his tears.

"That was good, right?" Chris chuckled, crossing his arms on the table and tilting his head.

"I did like it." The oldest of the triplets nodded, a thoughtful look resting on his face. "But, before we continue ending it, I think we should call a special person, who is as much a part of this podcast as we are." He brought his lips closer to his microphone, his eyes quickly meeting Y/N's. "Come here."

The girl took a deep breath, getting up from the floor and patting her pants lightly, uncreasing the slightly wrinkled fabric from her previous position.

Matt turned his head in her direction, looking at her with an almost imperceptible smile on his lips. He opened his arms, silently asking her to sit next to him, and she did.

Y/N settled down on the white and pink vintage couch, resting her back against the backrest and crossing her legs on the upholstery. Her left hand automatically found home on Matt's right thigh, stroking the covered skin lightly.

"All these months of Cut The Camera, Y/N has been with us. She literally sits on the floor, leaning against the door, right there..." Chris began, pointing his index finger towards the door, even though the camera couldn't reach the indicated space. "And listen to an hour and a few minutes of us talking about literally everything."

"She gave us ideas during some podcasts, complemented some topics with new information... In other words, she technically participated without appearing." Nick agreed with his brother, raising his index and middle fingers at each item mentioned.

"Yeah... Well, hi guys!" The girl glued her upper body against Matt's, bringing her face closer to the microphone, offering a small smile to the camera that looked back at her. "I'm sorry about my condition-"

"She was crying, I can tell." Nick interrupted her loudly, raising his right hand for a few seconds before lowering it again, receiving an eye roll from the girl in response.

"It's just..." Y/N closed her eyes momentarily, taking a deep breath before opening them again. "It's incredible to see it from my perspective. I've been in the boys' lives for a little more than 7 years, I've been accompanying them since before the Sturniolo Triplets channel began, especially since before Cut The Camera Podcast. I saw this dream born in their hearts more than two years ago..." She swallowed hard, feeling her eyes sting with new tears while clearing her throat slightly.

Matt moved his right hand up to her back, lightly caressing the covered skin before wrapping it around her waist firmly, pulling the microphone in his direction, giving her time to compose herself.

"It's true guys, she helped us build this whole studio, design it, decorate it... She had most of the ideas with Nick." The brunette pointed his head at his brother, who was watching him with his lips pressed together, nodding. "And she kept us company through the whole process."

Y/N sighed, lightly squeezing the skin of Matt's thigh still under her fingers, reassuring him that she was okay.

"Yes, exactly. But despite all that, I have no right to come and cry rivers and say words as if the world is ending. I mean, I'm not even in the channel." She let out a nasal laugh, shaking her head and fixing her eyes on the table, frowning before starting to talk again. "But I just wanted to say you guys did a great fucking job."

Her eyes lifted from the white wooden surface, traveling over Nick, who had his lips pressed into a thin line, looking at her with soft, attentive eyes; Chris, who was arranging his pink cap on his head in an act of nervousness, keeping his head low; and finally Matt, who had his eyes fixed on his own lap, without letting her see his face completely, but she knew he was listening to her words carefully.

"I'm sure that, like the Sturniolo Triplets channel, this podcast was a safe place for many people, perhaps an escape from life's problems or a moment to relax. Although you..." She quickly pointed to Nick. "Having said that many episodes didn't get you three anywhere, I'm sure they were still as important as the others for some people."

The sound of sniffing caught her attention. Y/N turned her head quickly towards her boyfriend, who still had his head down. Her eyes soon caught the small tears running down his cheeks and dripping on his blue hoodie, leaving a wet trail behind, which shone below the bright light of the expensive illumination.

The girl adjusted her posture, pulling him carefully so that her arms circled around his shoulders, hugging him close to her body. She arranged the microphone so that the support held it directly to her without her having to let go of Matt.

"I'm proud of you, boys. I know why this podcast is coming to an end, and I completely understand, just as I know they will, too..." Y/N pointed to the camera in front of her with her chin, not taking her hands off her boy for even a moment. "I know about the future plans of each of you, I helped you with some ideas, just like I just supported others, and I'm sure that all of them will give incredible results in the near future, which the entire fandom will be able to enjoy as much as they enjoy the current projects." She finished, her voice sounding weak.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, biting it hard in an attempt to hold back the sobs. Out of the four, Y/N was the most emotional, having been called a cry baby many times throughout her life since her crying came easily with any situation that made her heart sting.

Matt sighed, finally lifting his head and resting it against his girlfriend's one. Feeling comfort surrounded his body with Y/N's arms still securely wrapped around him, opening a small smile at the camera.

"I... I will be forever grateful for all these months, thanks to all of you." Chris's watery eyes searched Y/N's, receiving a nod in response, which gave him enough confidence to open a tearful smile.

"Goodbye campers, and good night." Nick finished slowly, as if he had been avoiding that moment during the entire 1 hour of recording. His fingers played with the support of his microphone nervously as his eyes traveled over his brothers and his best friend.

"Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs eat your feet." Matt brought his right cheek closer to Y/N's left one, murmuring into the microphone softly.

"Come here, lovie." Y/N whispered to Matt as soon as Nick did the small gesture he always did when they came to the end of recording.

Her arms - which were still around him - pulled him closer to her body, allowing him to lay his head on her left shoulder.

"I'm so proud of you." She sealed her lips over the brunette curls for long seconds, closing her eyes tightly as she felt his hoddie-covered shoulders tremble slightly under her grip, low sobbing sounds echoing through the pink walls.

Y/N swept her eyes around the studio, seeing Chris already standing and walking towards the stairs, his hands wiping away aggressively the thick tears that were flowing down his cheeks freely. Nick was still sitting, his arms resting on the table as he stared at the wooden surface intently, seeming to still process everything.

"It's okay, you did the right thing. Good things are coming."

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extra - comments:

"how come we never noticed that Y/N was there in every podcast? 🤯🤯"

"omg this is so sad but so exciting at the same time, I'm looking forward to the new projects 😔"

"Y/N being the emotional support of the three of them was the cutest thing I saw today 😭😭"

"honestly, if we put together the tears of the four and all the fans who are crying right now, we could make the planet overflow 😫✋🏻"

"on no, matt crying made my heart sting so bad ;(("

"I love how Y/N is always there with them, giving the right support and being an amazing girlfriend and best friend, they're a real family 🥺🥺"

"Y/N spill some spoilers about the new projects, we beg you 😭😭"

"Y/N and Matt are so beautiful together, they're really made for each other 🥺"

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[billskeis]

Public sex with Bill? Plsss

ᡣ𐭩 alley sex w bill

you danced in the middle of the club with bill and tom, tom was with some girl that he had just met that nice and needless to say she was pretty cute!

grinding on your boyfriend’s hips, however, didn’t help.

it was a saturday night where you and the band decided to go out.

georg and gustav were at the bar chatting it up with some friends they’ve encountered while the twins and you wanted to dance.

it was hot, sweaty and sticky. and the fact that you just HAD to wear the tightest and shortest dress possible tonight only made bill more aggravated.

in a bad way? well no, of course, bill’s just extremely turned on.

by the way you swayed your hips, the motion where you shook your head from side to side. not to mention from time to time, you would place kisses on bill’s neck and shoulders whenever off guard.

you then felt the sudden urge to pee.

it was definitely from all the drinks you had, and one more sway it’s over.

“s’cuse me baby, i gotta go to the washroom,” you urge bill to move a bit to the side “lemme come with you schatzi,” “nono don’t worry i’ll be back soso quickly okay? keep dancin’ for me!” you leave a kiss on his lips and softly smack his butt while scattering away to the washroom.

“not gonna follow your girl, bill?” tom asks while twirling the girl within his hands, “doesn’t want me to,” “now don’t be like a pushover bill, i seen the way she been teasing you all night..” bill scoffs and rolls his eyes at his older brother, why would he pay attention to such the small details.

in the end, he isn’t wrong though.

the tightening in bill’s pants just needs to be relieved, and you were practically egging him on the whole night.

“gonna let her push you around like that? let her have her way?” tom and the girl giggle as bill begins to walk away from the middle of the club.

you exit the washroom stall to wash your hands after doing your business. pressing the nozzle to your hands, soap dispenses and you lather it with the water.

drying your hands on a paper towel, you threw it away and applied some lip gloss and last minute touch-ups for the night. ruffling your hair to give it a little more volume, you smile contently at the mirror and make your way to the exit.

leaving the washroom and making your way back to the dance-floor to your boyfriend, a hand grips your wrist, “excuse me i have a—” “schatzi, it’s me..” “oh! bill! i told you not to wait up for me baby,” his grip on your wrists tighten as bill suddenly pulls you into him.

he grinds his crotch into the back of your ass, groaning slightly in your ear, “i need you. now.” “but billy we haven’t even danced for—” “no, we can dance later.. please..”

now you couldn’t oblige to your boyfriend who’s been pressing his bulge constantly on you, who is now also feeling quite turned on.

nodding, you can feel bill smile as he quickly places a kiss onto your neck, “thank you,” as he now takes your hand and leads you elsewhere.

“o-outside bill!?” “i’d rather do it here than inside those fucking toilets..” he’s right, they stunk of urine and shit. it would be a total turn off to do it in such an unhygienic environment.

but outside? in an alley where the whole world could possible see? he’s crazy, but you’re also crazy. and madly in love with your boyfriend, you couldn’t say no.

bill leans you up against a wall behind a dumpster, obviously far enough from it so the two of you aren’t near such a stench. “ass up schatzi, i can’t get in from this angle..” he rubs your bum to then lift up the bottom of your dress to reveal your behind. “s’cold,” “i know, won’t be long, you wanna dance still yeah?” you nod to answer his question.

“then be a good girl f’me so i can make this quick,” he rubs your pussy through your panties, the feeling damp with how thrilling yet in scary such a situation he’s putting you through, “didn’t think you’d be into this..” he teased, pulling your panties now down to your knees, “c-can’t help it..”

lining himself up to your entrance, he rubs the tip of his dick through your folds to collect a little bit of slick for an easier enter, “can i? y/n?” “m-mmhm..” pushing himself in, you immediately slap your hand to your mouth to prevent any moans slipping out.

the stretch feels so good, bill hisses, “h-holy fuuuck.. it’s been too long y/n, you been such a tease tonight,” unable to respond, you just let him do you as he pleases, a few whimpers and whines escaping.

bill pistons inside of you, hitting you good at every angle possible. he makes sure that your insides feel every inch of him. momentarily, he’ll go extremely slow but fuck his hips so deep his tip kisses your cervix.

you bite your lip under your hand, the pain and pleasure mixed feeling so good. at some point you had to brace yourself with the way bill was thrusting into you, you use both hands and arms to balance yourself between bill and the wall, letting all moans slip out.

“b-bill.. i’m close..” you moan, his dick is now hitting your g spot at a slow and painful rate, and this is him slightly punishing you for being such a tease tonight, “shit! bill please..” now moving a bit faster, your moans become louder.

suddenly, bill stills his movement and stops. you don’t like this and so you decide to take action into your own hands. with a hard smack onto your ass, you yelp and look back at bill, unbelievable!

“quit it, baby. you’re too loud.” “i don’t remember this ever being a complain of yours,” circling your hips on his because your boyfriend is still being a fucking tease, bill groans and fights back by grinding his hips into yours. the two of you fight for dominance, until you heard someone calling out.

“bill! what the fuck!? what’re you doing out here?? where’s y/n??” you look back at bill in a panic and all he does is signal you to ‘shut up’ with his index finger to his mouth. it was tom. it seems as though he came outside with the girl he was with for a quick smoke.

“she’s still in the washroom!” “and you’re out here why?” tom asks, you swallow hard, hoping bill could come up with any type of good excuse, “had to piss, washroom was fucking nasty.”

you prayed, and prayed to god that tom and the girl would leave, but then something else occupied your mind. bill began moving once more, fucking slow and deep into your gummy walls. you’re becoming mush and softer by the second.

you felt everything. and to add to that, he utilizes one of his hands to explore your body.

let it be to place pinches on your nipples or draw circles on your clit, he did all this while talking to tom. thankfully, tom was semi-drunk and had an irrational fear of dumpsters that he didn’t come any closer.

you wouldn’t want your boyfriend’s brother to see him fucking you ass up, now would you?

“taking an awful long time to piss, sure you ain’t doing anything suspicious?” “guess i had a lot to drink, besides, i’ve been holding it in for such a long time because the washroom was also full..” as bill kept thrusting into you, you couldn’t help but yelp, “mm!”

“what was that?” footsteps were coming closer, you began to panic and scurry while bill was inside of you. “bill, i’m coming over there,” tom walked awfully slow, and fortunately was trying to be stopped by the girl who occupied most if not all of his night to get him back inside the club. bill quickly leaned in to whisper, “come.”

with a sharp thrust, you came all over bill. body and legs shaking, threatening to collapse. bill held his hand to your mouth because god knows you couldn’t.

simultaneously, bill also came, sputtering cum within you. it felt warm. “okayokay i’m done tom. i had a lot to let out.. i’ll meet you inside, yea?” bill pulls out and hurriedly pulls your panties back up and dress back over your body, slapping your ass and giggling at you. you hit his chest with the little strength you had, breathing heavily.

“oh! finally! yea i’ll see you inside, c’mon babe let’s go.” the footsteps were finally becoming quieter, as it seems tom and the girl were now back inside the club.

“youfuckingidiot you almost had us caught by your brother,” you huffed at bill as you crossed your arms, he attempts to fix your messy hair, putting the strands behind your ears and pressing a kiss into your forehead, “but we weren’t were we now?”

you scoff at him, stupid, “didn’t like it?” bill pouted and looked down at you, “it was.. nice,” he smiles and puts an arm around your waist to lead you back inside the club, “i knew you were kinky.”

as tom and the girl were back to dancing, he wondered. before he went outside to go for a smoke he went to the washroom, and it was completely empty.

he then asked the girl he was with if she ever found y/n in the washroom and to her knowledge she shook her head, it was also empty.

tom thought, he thought hard and good. hehe

oh.

they were definitely fucking.

[hardlypartying]

idk if you have watched much press for s4 but maddie bailey is sending me with her responses to any riara related questions or fan praise…. (i think she’s obviously traumatised from the jiara situation.) anyway bailey made a comment about how kiara couldn’t stand murder let alone someone harming a fly which would make riara totally incompatible - and whilst i agree that’s true i also feel like her character would be the most capable of empathy/forgiveness compared to the other pogues!?!? like she’s so humanistic!!!!

would love your thoughts and a potential kiara deep dive 🫣

This ask is very apropos and you’re gonna need a drink…

I’m with you on the fact that Madison is probably traumatized by the way jiara was blown out of proportion by some fans and how that bled into their dynamics irl. It sucks so much that’s how it went down and I feel for them that they can’t be friends without things being made weird.

That being said, I don’t understand this extreme hatred she has towards Rafe potentially working his way to being a better person— regardless of him being someone who could potentially be with Kiara. Sure, don’t ship them but to say the fans of the ship don’t care about Kiara is… a take.

I 1000% agree with you, I think more so than anyone else Kiara as a character is capable of forgiveness given the opportunity to understand someone. Her heart and passion is what drew me in, she is so empathetic that its sometimes comes at her expense— I think that’s what her parents are terrified about when they see her hanging around the Pogues. Granted, the Pogues we know are genuine guys but her parents don’t know that or care to take the time to get to know them. Kiara did and since has had an unwavering loyalty to them. Her heart is so big and it’s perplexing to me that Madison thinks that there’s a cap on that? I personally don’t get it. I see Rafe as someone deeply troubled and who has never given a chance to get help— he lives with what he did everyday and resents himself for it. He was unwell, but rather than allowing him some grace, we’re what? Bashing him as he’s trying to make amends? Personally I believe that under the right circumstances any single one of the Pogues would’ve done what Rafe did regardless of who was in front of the gun, but their loyalty fits right on them and not on him. Rafe has continually expressed such a complex range of emotions about what he’s done and how he’s managing it— none of it was linear but that makes sense to me. I don’t expect him to have a clear path out of this but fucking hell he’s trying.

What really confuses me about their rhetoric is that they hate the idea of Kiara and Rafe because he’s dangerous, a murderer, psychotic, buzzword buzzword but then they’re happy to ship him with Sofia? Then all of a sudden it’s a cute relationship and he’s found his match. Dpmo. If they really believed Rafe was that dangerous why would they want Sofia, who is completely innocent in all this, to be with someone who has the potential to be violent again 🤨 Bc she’s “changed” him? It’s insipid and hypocritical.

Now for a mini Kie deep dive— at first I didn’t really get why Madison was playing Kiara like that during their scene together. She looked genuinely terrified seeing Rafe and her body language was so telling. And in my mind I’m surprised by her reaction because we’re seeing him heheing it up with Sofia and making business moves like? What are you afraid of? Venture capitalists? Yes. But then I took a moment to think about the state of mind Kiara was in.

I don’t think it was an extreme thing she did to pull out the knife. In her point of view someone just tried to kill her. Drown her no less and who else tried to drown her? Rafe. Her survival instincts were probably shooting through the roof because every time she sees Rafe, it’s never for a good reason. And you got to remember the very last time she saw him was at the beach with the sea turtles… not a good memory. She’s got no reason to trust he’s here out of the kindness of his heart, she doesn’t see/know him like that. All that mixed in with that batshit guy who’s hunting the Pogues down and the fact she’s alone— yeah the knife was a smart move. I think she would’ve done the same if Topper showed up tbh. I’m also proud of Rafe for not freaking out when seeing her hostility lmao, he’s come a long way. Back in the day (s2) if he saw that knife come out, he would’ve escalated the situation and made things worse.

And just to throw my two cents here— Rafe has been dogged this season. Oh my goooooddddd. You’re telling me he’s scattering his dad’s ashes alone, the only Cameron who cares? His dad who he last saw going off to South America with the Pogues? The Pogues who hate Ward and want him gone? And then his dad dies? Right after Rafe finally gets the approval and affection from Ward that he’s always wanted? And no one has given him an explanation of what went down? I’m surprised he hasn’t crashed out on them tbh. That little tiff he had with John B was too polite. In his mind 2+2= the Pogues killed Ward. Sarah and Rafe quite literally carried Ward to the tarmac together and it was all for nothing? No small reconciliation for the sake of Ward’s memory, after all he was their father. And he died for Sarah. It’s crazy to me.

Anyway I’m a spiteful person and the more people hate something the more I lean into it. The cast hating riara is hilarious to me because this ship was born out of nothing and now it’s in their mouths. Wild. I’m just upset that they’re facilitating hate towards people who ship riara, I’m of the mentality that you ship and let ship. Not gonna yuck anyone’s yum!

[toasttt11]

worth it

January 20, 2023

Vera and Nico were sitting on her couch drinking a cup of coffee in the morning as they caught up with each other after the long road trip the Devils were on and Vera was out of town for her competition as well and they haven’t seen each other for two weeks.

Nico rose an eyebrow seeing Vera distracted and zoning out a lot as well as fidgeting quite a bit as well, he smiled knowingly sipping his coffee, “Go see him Schwöschterli.”

Nico knew all about Jack’s feeling for his sister and Nico knew Vera had quite a lot of feelings for Jack as well, truthfully he always wanted them to he together and Nico thought that there wasn’t anyone better for his sister than Jack.

Vera’s head snapped towards her brother, “What?”

“Please, did you think i didn’t know you have feelings for Jack.” Nico smirked teasingly as his sister drinking his coffee.

“You’re okay with that?” Vera questioned confused, knowing how protective and against Nico was when she was dating Fredrick.

“Yes, You two are perfect for each other.” Nico smiled softly having seen the many times Jack and Vera just balance each other out extremely well and the way they seem the happiest with each other.

Vera gulped nervously, “I, i don’t know if i’m ready.” Vera was heartbroken when her relationship fell apart with Fredrick but also the fact she not only lost her best friend but his whole family as well that was family to her too.

Nico set down his mug on the coffee table scooting closer to his little sister, he held onto her hands comfortably, “Vera it’s okay to be scared but you can’t let that stop you from being happy. You like Jack a lot and you light up around him with a smile i have barely seen the last few years and you have this light in your eyes around Jack. I want you to be happy and Jack makes you happy.” Nico spoke honestly to his sister, he’s hated how much she lost her spark being with Fredrick and appreciated how much Jack makes Vera herself again.

Vera slowly nodded and knew her brother was right, she couldn’t let fear stop her from being happy.

“Now go get your boy.” Nico smiled at her in encouragement gesturing to the door.

Vera nodded and quickly got up and slipped her slippers on and rushed out of her front door and to the elevator, she clicked the floor above her and rushed out once the doors opened and rushed down the hallway towards Jack’s apartment.

Vera knocked multiple times on Jack’s door anxiously waiting and what felt like an eternity, The door unlocked and Jack opened the door looking like he just had woken up.

“Flower?” Jack smiled at the sight of her at his door as he rubbed his face trying to wake up, “What are you doing here?”

Vera took a deep breath biting her lip nervously, “I’m ready.” Vera blurted out before she could stop herself.

Jack felt his eyes widen in hope and stepped closer to her, “Ready?” Jack asked hopefully as he started at her.

Vera nodded softly still biting her lip nervously.

Jack let out a breath of relief as his beaming smile filled his whole face and he rushed forward cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers frantically, doing the thing he has been dreaming of for years.

Vera felt the tension fall from her body as her lips touched his and her hands frantically held onto Jack neck desperately, Jack held her face in his delicately as he pressed his lips so passionately and desperately to hers trying to convey years of emotions and feelings to her.

They let out watery laughs as they both pulled away from the kiss and was just smiling at each with beaming smiles.

Jack felt his heart beating with happiness as he just watched her look at him with the beautiful beaming smile and the bright sparkle in her eyes.

Jack just let out a breath of disbelief and started pressing a kiss on every inch of her face, making sure every inch is touched by his lips. Vera giggled as Jack kissed her every where.

Jack pressed the last kiss of the top of nose, “Please let me be your boyfriend.” Jack practically begged looking at her desperately.

Vera slowly nodded not feeling nervous like she thought she would but more happy about the idea of Jack being hers, “Yes, Yes.”

Vera giggled louder as Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around as he let out a whoop of delight.

Jack gently set her feet back on the ground but kept his arms wrapped around her waist, he yawned slightly, “Sorry i was sleeing.” Jack apologized to his now girlfriend.

“I woke you up.” Vera frowned slowly and gently grabbed his hand and walked them into his apartment.

“Yeah, but it was worth it.” Jack flirted smiling at the red on his Vera’s cheeks.

Vera shook her head and walked with him to his bedroom, she slipped off her slippers and laid down on his bed patting the spot next to her.

Jack grinned and jumped right onto the bed next to Vera, he layed his head down on right onto her chest cuddling closer to her and wrapping his arm over her stomach.

Jack let out a happy noise as her fingers starting rubbing through his hair and his whole body was relaxing in Vera’s arms and he pressed a soft kiss to her collar bone before letting his eyes slowly flutter shut and before he knew he was fast asleep in the comfort of Vera’s arms.

Vera face was incredibly soft as she played with Jack’s hair and watched him slowly fall asleep in her arms.

Vera hummed softly and turned her head letting it rest against his pillow and her chin on his head as her nose was filled with his scent and she could feel slowly falling asleep as well.

[getvalentined]

I wish I could properly express to people how fucking funny Junji Ito's "Dissolving Classroom" series is, but it's so icky that people who haven't read it just don't get it. It's genuinely hilarious.

This freak prays to the devil, who may be the father of his evil little sister, by begging for forgiveness and/or describing how beautiful the devil is. Anyone who gets caught in the crossfire melts into liquid. The liquid is still sentient. Ghost liquid. The evil little sister likes to drink the ghost liquid. The freak goes to all the trouble to bottle the ghost liquid, complete with labels, for his evil little sister. She constantly hazes him about this.

(There is nothing the freak can do about the hazing because his evil little sister is immune to the praypology melting. Because she may or may not be the result of their mother having an affair with the devil.)

The freak and his sister have their parents' heads on a cushion in a closet, except that sometimes their parents temporarily seem to return to life for the express purpose of beating the freak, because it helps him praypologize to the devil more effectively. He makes his evil little sister pretend she is also being abused by putting bandaids all over her, but there is nothing wrong with her aside from the fact that she may be a child of the devil.

The sole survivor of the freak's melting prayer powers is a high school student who now has extreme brain damage. In the final act of the series she's approached by a reporter because she now has a sixth sense that allows her to locate the freak at any time, and this reporter wants to write a piece on the freak and his sister. He tracks them across the country, based on the sole survivor's guidance, trying to get an interview. In order to escape, the freak and his sister bury their parents' severed heads in the woods and praypologize to the devil so that the heads explode. The freak does not explain why he believes this will keep them from being found.

The reporter trying to get this interview turns out to be the devil. It would stand to reason that he could have found the freak at any time, even without the sole survivor's help, but he decided it was fun to involve a random brain-damaged high school student. The sole survivor can tell the location of the freak because of his connection to the devil but she could not tell that the reporter is the devil until he picks her up for a press conference.

The reporter who is the devil has organized this big press conference with the freak and his evil little sister (who may or may not be the devil's daughter), so the freak can do his prayerpology to the devil on national television. The devil is in the room. The prayerpology still causes everyone in the room to dissolve into ghost liquid. The freak and his sister are then smothered to death by the ghost liquid. The devil thinks this is funny as hell.

The devil is right, this is funny as hell.

[unidentifiedprimate]

Let's talk about emotional repression in the Vorta!

The Vorta smile and laugh a lot. Weyoun, the Vorta we spend the most time with, is almost constantly smiling. But his smiles almost never correlate with his actual emotions; these are customer service smiles. Politician smiles. They are practiced, calculated expressions.

Tekeny Ghemor looks Weyoun right in the eyes as he tells Dukat he betrayed their people to the Dominion, a word he nearly spits with disgust. Weyoun would have felt that. He loves the Dominon more than his own life, and yet his expression doesn't show a hint of displeasure.

It seems that the worse he is insulted, the bigger his smile gets.

But there are real feelings underneath. It's clear that emotion hasn't been completely removed from the Vorta's genetic code, because occasionally real emotion does bleed through. And those are the moments I love, because it's like peeking behind a curtain.

Besides Weyoun, we rarely get to see other Vorta operate. When we meet Kilana, she is faced with an extremely important yet delicate task - to save a dying Founder without letting the Federation get their hands on them. She can't afford to trust Sisko, so she is forced to fall back on her diplomatic training. Disguise her real feelings, smile, put the opposition at ease, and get what she wants without giving anything away.

But it's clear that she is feeling the strain. You can see her fear bleeding through at points. She has real feelings, she just isn't allowing herself to show them. This is likely the most stressful thing she has ever done in any iteration, and yet she is still able to put on an impressive front.

The fact that both Weyoun and Kilana are so skilled at hiding their emotions makes it likely that the Vorta are specifically trained to do this.

With Weyoun, there are moments were you can SEE his training kick in. At one point, he allows himself to forget about his duties and has some fun at the dabo table. He is genuinely happy to the point where he is bouncing and stimming with excitment.

But the fun is cut short when Sisko arrives with a bottle of poisoned wine that had clearly been sent by Dukat. Weyoun, still full of energy, has to pull that all in and press it down. You can watch it happen - his body language closes up and he becomes very still.

He does still get to have a little genuine fun by drinking the poison in front of Dukat and Sisko. The conversation gets to a point where someone might say something damaging if the tension isn't broken, so he breaks it.

Hiding real anger is harder. When Sisko outright refuses to take down the minefield that blocks Dominion ships from coming through the wormhole, Weyoun is actually, sincerely mad about it.

Of course, Sisko doesn't react well to aggression, and Weyoun has to swallow those feelings and put the mask back on.

It only takes a moment, and all his true feelings are wiped away. He's calm and smiling again.

Even when Weyoun does lose his temper, he holds back. The Federation breaks through their lines, Dukat's plan is falling apart, Weyoun feels he's failing in front of his God, and he gives the biggest display of pure emotion we ever see - which is just a light slap of his hand on the table, immediately followed by a self-regulating clasping of his hands behind his back.

It's not much of a tantrum, but for a Vorta he might as well be screaming.

At another point, Weyoun 5 gets lost in thought when presented with some art he can't understand. He talks to Kira about it almost as if she's a friend,

and then has to snap himself out it when he realizes he is actually being vulnerable.

It's also with Kira that Weyoun lets some of his insecurities regarding Odo slip out. He stops her to ask about him,

and you can see his anxiety in the little crease between his eyebrows, the slight sigh he makes before asking his question. This is about what a God thinks of him. He can't quite hide his true feelings.

Kira asks why Weyoun doesn't just talk to Odo directly, and he's so surprised you can see real fear in his eyes. Then he quickly composes himself and masks again,

only dropping it when she's out of sight.

These real emotional responses of the Vorta are much more subtle than their performative ones. They are usually just a twitch of the mouth, a slight crease in the brow, or tension in the neck. Vorta aren't supposed to show their true emotions, so they are kept small.

Real fear

Real happiness

The Vorta, and especially Weyoun, are fascinating characters. I can't finish this without acknowledging that it's Jeffrey Combs' amazingly subtle acting that brings all of this to life. Very little is actually spelled out for us about what life is like for the Vorta, but so much can be inferred from the way he holds himself and the tiny facial expressions he makes. All of it paints a picture of a species that is strictly conditioned to hide their true feelings and only show what is useful to them in the performance of their duty. It's only in those moments when the mask slips that their real selves are visible.

[rukia-writes]

Request @jkr820 : So my request is a oneshot with Thor from Record of Ragnarok and a chubby earth goddess reader who is also the adopted daughter of Hades and Persephone. So one day while in the mortal realm taking a bath in a pond, earth goddess reader spots Thor walking around and calls him over to try to start a conversation with him and try to be his friend (she knows who he is, she's just curious and want to get know him). She doesn't mention that her parents are Hades and Persephone cause she's afraid that fact will scare him away or the rest of her family will scare him away, so she keeps it a secret. Then time passes, Thor and earth goddess reader friendship grows and so do their feelings (earth goddess reader never really experienced romantic feelings so she thinks it's high admiration for Thor when she starts feeling that warm fuzzy feeling) One day in the mortal realm, when it's raining (caused by Thor by the way), earth goddess reader sees him, brings him into a hollow tree (one that she grew), dries him off, and finally tells him about her adopted family, and hopes it doesn't scare him away. Thor basically tells her that her parentage won't change his mind about her, which makes her extremely happy and she promises he won't regret their friendship. And while Thor does want to maintain the friendship, eventually one day, when the time is right, he will court her or ask her out. And maybe, if ya can, a bonus scene were Hades Persephone, and earth goddess readers siblings (Hades and Persephone biological children) reaction seeing and hearing that earth goddess reader and Thor hanging out. Sorry if this is hefty request but I had this idea for awhile and I just have a feeling you can write it. Thank you for at least looking at it. Keep writing amazing stories🤗

Warnings: nudity/bathing 🧼

Midgard wasn’t that bad.

The pond was a bit colder than the ones in Valhalla but that didn’t stop a earth goddess from bathing. The frogs didn’t seem to mind as they happily croaked as to keep the beautiful goddess cheerful and the sun seemed to making its presence known. It was a relaxing bath to say the least, however what the earth goddess wasn’t expecting to see someone walking by.

Whoever the person was didn’t seem notice her but she did and called the Norse god Thor over, maybe not to cause it to rain any time soon. That and just to get to know the Norse god after hearing so much about him from everyone in Valhalla how he slayed the giants. Thor heard someone, “Hey! Red head! Come over!” Call out to him. Walking towards the voice he noticed a goddess happily waving for him to come over with a smile on her face. A typical response, “What did you call me over for?” However, he wasn’t expecting the goddess to say “For a pleasant talk.”

Thor leaned towards the silent type.

Nonetheless, the god of thunder sat on a nearby rock and while Thor didn’t say much he did indeed answer all questions the goddess asked and would sometimes answer with bit more detailed answer. Thor did ask who the goddess’ parents were, if she had any as Thor was aware sometimes god and goddess have no parents and just “are.” While Thor didn’t get a straight answer he didn’t press the goddess as there was no need, all things reveal in time. That reason, and Thor wasn’t the closest with his father, so he could understand family troubles. Thor had taken a liking to the goddess and when the two went their separate ways they didn’t stay away from each other long.

Sometimes, (Name) would visit Asagard much to Thor’s joy. Especially on certain days, Asagard had a mix bath and the two would socialize in the hot springs. Sometimes, Thor would drink mead when he talked in the hot spring and (Name) was amazed by how quick he downed the drink. Thor would always respond with, “I was just thirsty.” Regardless, the two became close and only certain people knew about the friendship.

One day, in particular (Name) had stayed a bit too long in the hot bath and had to be carried out by Thor. Of course, carrying her was no problem to the god of thunder who was strength itself and so the quiet god carried her to his room. Of course, Hunnin and Muninn had gotten wind about happened. The birds offered their help and when Thor heard Muninn yell “She doesn’t have a heart beat!” Thor noticed the bird was trying to listen for heart beat in her foot of all places.

Thor believed the birds were losing it.

When (Name) awoke she was dressed in a robe with Hunnin and Muninn telling her what happened. Telling her how Thor carried her to his room and clothed her before leaving to sleep elsewhere in the palace. Touched the goddess wanted to thank Thor for helping her but she also felt a new feeling she hadn’t before and while she wasn’t sure she chalked it up to admiration for the god. A feeling she that stuck with her all the time and all the days to follow.

In Midgard, the rain seemed to come out nowhere and it seemed down with a temper. Thor didn’t mind the rain, in fact he liked the rain and when he heard the thunder Thor enjoyed the weather all the more.

“Hey! Redhead! Over here!”

Thor stopped walking as he though he heard a talking a squirrel. Thinking to himself, the squirrel sounded a lot like (Name) and that was something she liked to call him. The squirrel pointed to the other side of the tree to see (Name) smiling and waving.

Thor found the squirrel unable to talk disappointing, but being in the presence of (Name) made up for it.

Inside the hollow tree was a living space much to Thor’s surprise as he was impressed by the size and even more so when he found out (Name) grew it herself. The two had their friendly chat and once Thor was dried the two caught up on what the other was up to since they last saw each other. (Name) decided to tease Thor about what he would get his father for Father’s Day. Thor grumbled a bit while mumbling something about getting him a thing of mead, during his moment he heard (Name) mention that she didn’t know what to get her father, Hades, this year.

Thor wasn’t one to be taken back often but this seemed to be one of the rare times.

“Hades, is your father?”

“Hm, Yeah. Not by blood though but he’s my father by adoption.”

Thor noticed (Name) was a bit nervous at finally telling him who her father was, meaning no doubt that Persephone her was her mother as well. Thor didn’t know why (Name) would hide that from him but he didn’t press the matter and instead responded with, “You should get him eye patch.”

“You’re not scared of him?”

“More like respect him. Hades fought off the titans by himself, very strong. If you’re worried I would leave, you can be assured that doesn’t change my mind about you.”

Thor didn’t say much, but when he did it was always meaningful and (Name) could tell Thor was genuine in what he said and was relieved that Thor wasn’t going anywhere. Hugging the god made Thor flench as he hadn’t been hugged in awhile, hearing (Name) tell him how happy she was made the god blush a little as he awkwardly patted her back.

Perhaps, not now but one day Thor hope their friendship would extend into something more and the feeling was certainly mutual.

“A boy?!”

“Thor, his name is Thor. Please, there is a difference.”

“I know who he is, what does he want with my daughter.”

“OUR.”

“Mhm, I’ve seen Thor! He’s really cool!”

Hades hadn’t seen Thor hanging out with his daughter yet, however Persephone and the children had. Hades felt out of the loop and wasn’t pleased. To make it worse, the children really liked Thor and so Hades simply shrugged his shoulders until Persephone told him that the two were just friends and that there was nothing going on.

“….Where’s (Name) now?”

“She’s taking a bath…”

Persephone answered Hades question who was just about to drop the subject when Melinoë cheerfully finished her mother’s sentence.

“…in Asgard with Thor. They bathe together. She told me.”

Zagreus and Persephone had a “caught look” as Hades frowned not liking the sound of that.

“There’s nothing going on, huh? I think plenty is going on.”

Hades sat back on his throne and waited for (Name) to come back from Asgard. Thinking she had to come back home sometime, and when she did return Hades wanted to hear all about her friend.

🎄Rukia-Writes🎄

[perkyparker]

As a model, and a self-proclaimed pretty boy, Matty wasn’t opposed to doing whatever it took to look utterly gorgeous. He was, after all, a model by trade, and on the whole his profession required that he looked his absolute best. He had never shied away from having makeup caked on – while he prided himself in his smooth complexion, he certainly wouldn’t say no to putting emphasis on his best features – and he’d never had any issue with glitter. There were few ventures into fashion that he avoided, always happy to experiment and see what suited him best. 

That said, on a rare occasion, there were shoots that left him looking a little worse for wear, depending on what they entailed. Sometimes, he would simply shrug it off and wait until he got home to tidy up his appearance, but tonight was a little different. Enough time had passed since he’d promised Chess he would take her out for a drink on their next job together, yet the woman had since managed to evade him. While he doubted it was intentional, the two of them seemed to keep missing each other. He’d heard whispers here and there from other models that they’d worked with a gorgeous Aussie girl, somebody bright and beautiful who matched the exact description of his Chessy, and yet Matthew had failed to run into her himself. Today, however, he knew she was in the vicinity, and he was determined to make good on his promise. 

As soon as he was given the all clear from Gaby that it was okay to, Matty had rushed away and hit the showers, scrubbing away the makeup that had been brushed along his skin. As gorgeous a job as his lovely friend always did, today’s particular job had left him looking like a walking, talking pride flag, and he wasn’t sure even he could pull it off. Now, Matty was running a hand through his wet curls, rogue specs of glitter still sticking to his hair and skin where his shower had failed him. 

Making his way outside, he spotted Gaby leaving with her shy, but ultimately gorgeous boyfriend, and immediately rushed towards the two of them. 

“Gabs, my love, have you seen–” he began to ask, before being promptly cut off by a wry smile and the flourish of her hand. 

Before he could get so much as another word out, Gaby informed him that no, Chess hasn’t left yet, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and insisted that Matty was not about to ruin date-night by asking her to go and find their mutual friend. Grinning, Matty had wished her well and sent her on her way, before rerouting back inside to find the woman in question. 

He thought, momentarily, of his conversation with Killian, and the way the other man had teased him (if you could call it that) about his relationship – or lack thereof – with Simon. His mind strayed to Jax, even, and their own current flirtationship. He knew a lot of people probably thought he was sleazy, but that wasn’t his intention at all. Since the breakdown of his last serious relationship, Matty had fallen into a routine when it came to casual sex. He wasn’t opposed to it leading to something more, not by any means, but he also didn’t want to set himself up to be hurt again – nor did he want to give others the wrong impression. It was, in large, why he’d never made a move on Simon (besides the obvious fact that the man had such an extreme effect on him that Matty’s legs turned to jelly in his company). Given that Simon appeared head-over-heels in love with Billy, Matty had always figured he was playing with fire by even darting to flirt with the barista; it was a surefire way to get his own feelings hurt, allowing himself a taste of something that could never go further than perhaps a few harmless kisses.  

Jackson and Chess both felt safe in ways that Matty struggled to describe. He certainly had feelings for them both, that he had no doubt about, but there was no expectation from either of them. Jax seemed intent on their relationship going no further than playful flirting and perhaps mindless sex for the two of them, with no real promise of anything more. While he wasn’t completely sure what Chess wanted, he was comfortable in the knowledge that the two of them at least shared a mutual attraction to one another. If that went no further than friendship, he wouldn’t begrudge her of the fact, but he’d at least like to try and get to know her a little better away from their working environment and instagram DMs. 

“Ah, there she is!” Matty called out, finally spotting Chess in the distance. She looked like she was getting ready to head home, hoisting a bag onto her shoulder with one hand, while busying herself with the buckles on her vanity case with the other. 

Rushing forwards, Matty closed a hand over her own, carefully maneuvering their now tangled fingers so that he could take over for her. While he knew Chess had spent a lot of her day vlogging and curating content for her social media, he knew she’d also been called in to showcase some of her work. He’d noted a few of the girls wearing accessories that he recognised straight from Chessy’s instagram – nothing too major, and certainly no center pieces, but he had no doubt in his mind that the occasional headband and necklace would be grabbing the attention of young girls everywhere over the coming days. Chess was just that good. 

“Here, let me take this, love,” Matty smiled as he curled his palm around the handle of the bag. “Any plans for the rest of your night, honey?” 

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

Hello obligatory requests for answerers about my beloved lalafell tritchet:

2. what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favourite song?

8. do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

And as a bonus treat for you (and me) some for Wyn:

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

14. are they any good with numbers?

23. do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

I am weeping, thank you for loving her so much!!!

Tritchet

2. what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favourite song?

Tritchet is one of those folks who listen to music to get pumped up so she's REALLY fond of upbeat music! I always end up slapping those kind of stripped down, upbeat pop-punk artists on her playlist - things like Beach Bunny, The Regrettes, etc. Although, if I'm honest, I think if its got a high bpm and isn't noise rock, I think she'd listen to just about anything.

8. do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

I don't think she's ever managed to pick up a nickname, matter of fact. She always called herself Azure Dragoon The Secondary, or just The Secondary during her HW days, but it was always said with a note of sarcasm because it was EXTREMELY tongue-in-cheek. She wouldn't have admitted her flaws out loud if you paid her money during that era, so she said them as a joke (but not really a joke.)

28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

Tritchet remembers things for the people she really cares about. She'll remember that you said you needed some better boots for running around the wilderness and show up next time with a fresh pair that she commissioned from a crafting contact of hers. She'll remember where your mom's place is and stop by to drop off some fresh fruit and an update on what you've been up to. She'll remember your drink order, and sometimes, she'll inexplicably show up with it when you didn't ask. No use in having all of those people in her contact list if she can't remember what to use them for!

If she doesn't like you, though, you'll never see her. She'll be out of the room and on top of the roof the moment you walk into a room, and she will collaborate with you only as long as is ABSOLUTELY necessary. She won't waste any amount of time or energy on you - which, for someone whose whole thing is devoting time and energy to people, is SHOCKINGLY cutting.

Nero gets this treatment on the regular. :)

Wyn

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

If absolutely pressed for a physical weapon, Wyn will take up a rapier. She learned a little of the art from her family and thinks she can at least hold something off with the pointy end if need be. But her specialty is magic - specifically, anything in the vaguely necromantic spectrum. (AND YES YES I KNOW SHUT UP LMAO)

But it makes sense too! Her spellcasting and her connection to the divine are all tied up in the mushrooms that she's been sporting for the last year, and necromancy is ALLLL about dragging life and vitality out of something to support the main body. Inflict Wounds, Ray of Enfeeblement, False Life - Wyn might specialize in healing as a practice, but all of that knowledge can also be put to deadly use when her safety is tested.

14. are they any good with numbers?

Not ESPECIALLY so. Wyn was trained in the habits of her business-minded parents, but she never got a real affinity for it. She can do simple math and figures in her head, but past that? Nah. Her brother was always the academic one, and she had been perfectly keen to leave him to it until the end.

23. do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

She fusses with the mushrooms on her horns and tail a lot. They grow pretty slowly, but they DO grow, and once or twice she's had to sort of...scratch away skin or a piece of her horn to give it room to do so. She also has occasionally ripped one out - either on accident or to chuck it at a rampaging gibbering mouther to try and throw it off their scent - and so spends a few days being very precious with the wound it leaves behind until something grows in. Because, despite the newness of them, she's surprisingly blase about the mushrooms??? So to other folks, it probably looks VERY STRANGE that she's so casual about these growths that clearly do not belong.

Thank you for asking!!! <3

[lucero-is-here]

GETS LAUNCHED IN WITH A CANON YOU’D SEE IN A CIRCUS, DOES A BACKFLIP AND LANDS ON FEET. Ladies, gentlemen and folks! It’s headcanon time! And we have Rose Zhao!

Requested by:

And here is Rose!

Let’s get to her! And possible tw for drinking and guns-

- when she first joined the Concordian Flying Squad, she definitely pranked Arthur-

- she has a habit of picking up people. She’ll sometimes give a heads up, sometimes she’ll pick you up from behind- there really are endless possibilities to what she can do. She picked up Arthur from behind once, scaring the hell out of him. She also ran over to Richard, hugged him and lifted him up while laughing.

- best friends with Richard (I might start shipping Rose and Richard at this rate and you cannot stop me). They both definitely pranked Arthur together you cannot change my mind-

- she’s always making jokes about her arm like: time to take out this guy single handedly! Or something- Arthur hates these jokes, while Richard just encourages her.

- hangs out with Richard a lot. These two are really really good friends and have become that one duo in the Flying Squad Arthur and almost everyone is extremely scared of-

- Rose feeds her rat a lot of things- she basically sits down, puts Ratsputin next to her, and then eats food and also gives Ratsputin food to eat and it is adorable.

- really fast runner. She runs fast in anything. Heels, boots- she runs so fast it’s legit terrifying.

- one time, she and Richard were in a rush, so she just got down, let Richard climb onto her back, she proceeded to get up and run faster than the speed of light-

- she has a really nice and really loud laugh. Richard laughs with her and it’s really sweet

- she likes kids. She’s good around kids, and kids seem to really like her too.

- sometimes, she teams up with richard and pranks the squad when they aren’t busy. And it gets really funny for them and really annoying for the squad sadly.

- she drinks with Maddie in her freetime. They both have some really meaningful and heartfelt conversations…And sometimes it makes them both feel better. They also get absolutely wasted and talk shut about people

- she has tried doing those really dangerous circus stunts with Richard for fun, and they actually work out most of the time. But it didn’t work out this one time and they both panicked a lot- but no one died!

- she likes cheese.

- she has the most unhinged conversations with Richard. Rose would literally walk up to Richard and ask: “Wanna go steal ten stray cats or steal cats from people,” and he would say yes- one time Richard asked Rose to punch him with her mechanical arm so he could see how he is affected by it both physically and mentally. Let’s just say Arthur found Richard in the hospital-

- she sings in the shower.

- amazing spice tolerance- she eats a lot of spicy food and is okay. Richard never understood how.

- omnisexual, she has a girlfriend at one point of time before ended up getting married to a man who was just as chaotic as her (and he died)

- she can dance, she can dance really well. She dances with Richard for fun- and it’s very fun, cause they would act and dance so dramatically, before they suddenly stop and start laughing.

- necklaces and bracelets are her favourite jewellery to wear. As for rings, they are okay for her, not the biggest fan though.

- she tried to make Charles install a gun in her prosthetic arm for fun! He refused…Due to the fact he was scared she could get injured, but she pressed on and he eventually added a small little compartment in her arm when she could place a really small pistol, so she technically has a weapon with her all the time

- she prefers to wear boots compared to heels. Although she is fine wearing heels, they give her the absolute ick and she hates them for how uncomfortable they can get sometimes- boots are also easier to run in so-

Okay that’s all! If I think of more part 2 is possible! stay tuned for Richard Wells!

[anon4usfickly]

Swap Analog AU- as it is right now

*stares at notes*

I just wanted to make an AU based on my fav trope of Alastor getting into a more fucked up soul deal like with Valentino and now ended up with flipping to many characters and trying to make sense of them.

Now I'm trying to figure out what to call the Las Hell Vegas Strip group that is Husk, Valentino and maybe Lute? Cause I figure if I'm swapping more characters around, might as well go the mile long.

And no one is together in the whole group, they are all business partners/friends?

Then you got Lucifer trying to run his daughter's dream project with Angel Dust, a Mob boss/princess Overlord acting as his business partner/investor/adviser and his assistant, a newly fallen angel by the name Emily who is clearly hiding the fact she is an Excorist but can't really get away with the whole angel power stuff.

But at least Angel Dust brings in help with Vox, the CEO of one of the many struggling TV channels, to help with press and run the bar (that he drinks most away while trying to do paperwork) and Niffty, an extremely friendly but a bit unhinged maid.

And Lucifer already has guests! His first one is Alastor, the biggest porn star on-screen and audio that he is trying to get to open up without so many snarky remarks, but it's hard to tell behind that unmoving smile. Then they added Carmilla Carmine and her daughters Odette and Clara to their guest lists! Four guests! Ha!

Lucifer is pretty sure when Lilith is feeling better, she and Carmilla will be good friends.

There are the other Overlords, such as Sir Pentious, the weapons arms deal of Hell. He is known for his creation of all forms of weapons, may they be guns, knives or just mass destruction. But he does have a soft side to protect those he is close too.

(Still hadn't decided on if Egg Bois are still the Eggs or he got kids as well like Carmilla. I blame Arthur...)

Also...as I write this all out, I want to make a Metal Gear pun. Like, call Sir Pentious a solid snake? Or a metal snake? He is a big Boss?

I'm still unsure about Zestial, but he is for sure friends with Sir Pentious. He died in the 70s now, as Val died between the 14th and 16th centuries.

He doesn't talk like he does, but he is that old and has been around that long.

But Zestial, for sure, talks like he is still in the 70s.

Sera is an Overlord for sure, but I'm unsure if I want to make up a new group that would vibe with Angel's whole philosophy because I'm unsure if he would be friends with Cannibals or keep them as such.

Rosie takes her place as a Head Angel, with Vaggie as her second.

Adam...Adam stays the same with Velvette just hold on barely cause she is going to strangle him to death. She hates him, but he is the boss for now until she can figure out how to take his position from him cause he is not very good at it.

She knows that if she were in charge, Velvette would rule because she knows how to use everything to her advantage, starting with their little 'guest', the princess of Hell.

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Chapter 9

Warnings: 18+ readers only, mentions of nudity

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 on Saturday, the day of the Quidditch match and wondered if it would even be worth it just to go.

"We could stay here all day." I murmured sleepily in his ear.

"You know it's the Slytherins' that'll be playing today." He murmured back, just as tired. Last night had been lovely, but also tiring. I felt extremely sore today as well.

"They're going to lose." I mumbled, rolling over and wrapping a blanket around me. It was cold in his room, despite the fact that it was November, he had not turned the heat on.

He seemed to have read where my thoughts were because he asked, "cold?"

"I don't understand how you can enjoy the coldness like this." I muttered, "I mean you're not even in the dungeons anymore!"

I shivered, burrowing deeper into the bed and he pulled me closer to his chest. "Your lips are a bit blue." he said cheerfully and I shuddered from cold and heat as he pressed his warm lips to my cold ones.

"How are your lips to warm?" I complained, "That's not fair."

He chuckled, "It comes to an advantage of mine now, doesn't it?" he pressed them to mine again. Then when we pulled apart, he rolled over on top of me to reach for his wand and he went ahead and lit a fire in the fireplace. "that should do the trick." he murmured.

"Thanks." I whispered, "When do we have to go down?"

"Mmm?" He asked, his head resting on my chest now, breathing softly.

"Nothing." I whispered, caressing his hair, and closed my own eyes to fall back asleep.

I left Severus' office twenty minutes before the match started so that I could go down without alerting that we were arriving together and also because I was starving. I wondered if they'd have spicy chicken wings for breakfast. Highly doubtful.

I sat down at the Hufflepuff next to Rose and Susan. Ernie and Justin came over to sit down in front of us. "So, now are you going to tell us who's going to win?" Ernie asked impatiently.

"Gryffindor." I said, mournfully spooning grape jelly on a piece of toast.

"Wonderful." Ernie said while Justin moaned. "We took bets with some other students."

I rolled my eyes. "You should've asked me before you made the bets."

"He did." Justin said, disgruntled, "At the three broomsticks before..."

We all looked down the table where Leanne was talking to Megan and some other Hufflepuff girls.

I watched Zacharias walking out of the Great Hall and rolled my eyes. "Zacharias is commentating." I said, "That'll be great."

"Yes." Justin said with a roll of his eyes, "You sound totally enthused about it."

"Let's just say he's going to piss the Gryffindors off." I said lightly. "And they'll want us crushed in the next match." I sighed, "How unfortunate."

"We'll beat them." Susan said confidentially.

"Don't jinx us." I said, standing up from the table and we headed down to the Quidditch pitch. Hermione joined us some time down and everyone greeted her quite cordially. She was seething mad and pulled me to the side.

"Harry put the Felix Felicis in Ron's drink!" She exclaimed angrily. "he could be expelled!"

"No he didn't." I said, starting to walk again, "He only wanted Ron to think he did so that Ron would feel lucky."

"Oh." Hermione said, looking abashed.

I shrugged, "It's better than finding out after the match."

"Was it going to be bad?" Hermione was tentatively.

"Well you did say the only reason that Ron saved the goals was because he had drank the potion but then he hadn't drank the potion and well... you know Ron." I said. "He's sensitive."

"I just... I don't understand why he hates me so much right now!" Hermione said, sounding close to tears.

"Because him and Ginny had a row and she brought you into it." I said.

"Why's that my fault?" Hermione asked as we caught up with the group.

"I don't really know." I said. "Because you kissed Viktor Krum or something like that. I think its jealousy."

Hermione glowered in the Gryffindor locker rooms direction. I heard her mutter "idiot." and then headed off to go sit with the Gryffindors.

Trang caught up with us at that point, wearing Ravenclaw colors.

"Hi!" I said brightly, Rose on my shoulders now. "This'll be your first school Quidditch game!"

"Can't be more impressive than the Quidditch World Cup." Trang said, grinning and I noticed she was wearing her Omnioculars around her neck.

"You'd be surprised." I admitted. "Especially since it's Gryffindor vs. Slytherin that's playing today."

I usually sat with the Gryffindors on their side, near the teacher's podium. Now, I was sitting on the Hufflepuff side (for the first time) which gave a very different view of the stadium: a long view rather than wide.

The Gryffindors cheered as the Gryffindor team walked out onto the field, Harry in the front, his Firebolt across his shoulder. Then the Slytherins cheered as their team walked out onto the field. I noticed that Malfoy wasn't there as the seeker.

The two team captains shook hands and I leaned over to Trang and asked, "You never told me if you made it onto the Ravenclaw team."

"Yes I did." Trang said and then frowned, "Didn't I?"

"What position?" I asked curiously.

"Chaser." She said, sounding extremely satisfied.

"Congratulations." I said sincerely as the two teams flew upward.

"Well, there they go, and I think we're all surprised to see the team that Potter's put together this year." Zacharias started off immediately and I groaned, leaning my head on my hand, "Many thought, given Ronald Weasley's patch performance as Keeper last year, that he might be off the team, but of course, a close personal friendship with the Captain does help..."

And putting a confounding charm on the better Keeper always helped too. "Oh, and here comes Slytherin's first attempt on goal, it's Urquhart streaking down the pitch and Weasley saves it, well, he's bound to get lucky sometimes, I suppose..."

"Wonderful." I muttered under my breath. "Why'd I let him stay on the team?"

Trang giggled and we watched the game progress. Zacharias continued to beat down on Ginny and Ron, wondering if they were only there because Harry liked them. I had the strangest urge to hex Zacharias. Of course, I didn't really like Ron either, what a git, but Ginny was a great person and a wonderful Chaser.

Ginny scored four goals and Ron saved seven goals and Zacharias had to stop berating them. He started on the newest beaters that Harry had on the team now. "Of course, Coote isn't really the usual build for a beater, they've generally got a bit more muscle-"

Harry shouted something at Coote as he passed by, who grinned and whacked a bludger at the new Slytherin Seeker and the bludger hit it's mark.

"I don't know." Trang muttered in my ear, "It's a bit tame."

I smiled a little bit but said nothing. I could see that as the Quidditch Cup was the only match she'd seen, anything else might look a little tame. I supposed it would've been more exciting if Draco had been on the team. Hitting bludgers at random, innocent people in the crowds and grabbing the ends of people's firebolts. But I supposed he had other things to worry about this year. I supposed my unnecessary comment in the robe shop hadn't helped either.

The Slytherin Seeker came around sometime later, colliding into Harry. I booed with the other Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws but Madam Hooch didn't see it and Harry was zooming after the other seeker.

I noticed that the snitch was flying high above the two seekers and I realized that the Slytherin seeker had seen it. Harry on the other hand, had not. Zacharias felt a need to say this out loud, "And I think Harper of Slytherin's seen the Snitch! Yes, he's certainly seen something Potter hasn't."

Lovely. I noticed even from across the field that Severus had a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes, looking away from him.

Harry was accelerating after Harper and I watched as he opened his mouth and shouted something at Harper. Harper fumbled his grab, the snitch flew through his fingers and Harper continued upwards, past the Snitch, and Harry grabbed it instead.

He hurtled back towards the ground and the Gryffindor side of the pitch cheered. The rest of the Gryffindor team met Harry down on the ground in a group hug except for Ginny. I watched as she flew straight into the commentator's podium and I grinned. The crowd hooted and laughed, including Slytherins. Ginny's voice could be heard by the magical megaphone, "Forgot to brake, Professor, sorry."

I got up with rest of the Hufflepuffs and Trang and left the Quidditch stadium.

"I'm going to go ahead and hang out with Anthony, Terry, and Luna." Trang said brightly, with a wave of her hand, "See you around."

"See ya Trang." I said and went ahead up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Severus wasn't in yet. I sighed, setting my cloak, gloves, scarf, and boots, putting them near the fireplace and warmed myself by it. I realized I was hungry and I figured I could go down to the kitchen, see Dobby, and get some food.

The door opened and I came face to face with Severus.

"Oh, hello!" I said brightly. "I was just going to get some food, do you want some?"

Severus sighed, closing the door behind him, "Nonsense." He pointed his wand at his desk and a plate of different foods appeared there.

"I thought you couldn't create food?" I asked, frowning and taking a donut and holding it up to the light as though it was a counterfeit bill. "It's in The Five Principal Exceptions to Gamp's Law. Food, Magical Energy, Love, Life, and Knowledge."

"Correct." Severus said. "But I didn't create it, I simply summoned it from somewhere else in the world."

I grinned, "so a bakery will be missing a load of donuts then."

He rolled his eyes. "Dummy, I summoned it from the Hogwarts kitchen."

I pursed my lips. "Jerk."

He muttered something under his breath that I ignored. He sighed then and said, "You were right though."

"About which thing?" I asked lightly before carefully biting into a vanilla frosted donut with star sprinkles. We served these? I'd certainly never seen them on the breakfast table before except for Halloween.

"Ooooh, you've got a big ego." Severus said, opening up the drapes to let in natural light. "About not going to the Quidditch pitch today."

"Because you lost?" I smirked, putting a hand under my mouth to catch crumbs.

"Because we could've just stayed in bed." Severus said in a dangerous voice.

"Oh." I said lightly. "Well yes, of course, that's a good reason as well."

Severus hung his cloak up next to mine and set his boots next to mine as well. He sat down at his desk, moving the food off onto a chair and started to grade homework.

I ate other things like fruit and meat before he cleared the trays away. Then I curled up in a chair next to his and simply sat there while he graded homework and quizzes. He went through them very fast, many of them had bad grades on them with the occasional O or EE. (A was technically a good grade, but not for me, so I didn't count it).

After a few hours, I started dozing and when I awoke, I was on the bed with a blanket over me though he was still at his desk.

"What time is it?" I asked hoarsely, my throat felt horrible.

"A few hours." Severus said slowly, writing something down on a piece of parchment and then checked a clock. "Three and a half."

"I should go down to dinner." I said softly, sliding out of bed.

He looked at me and opened his mouth and then closed it. "Yes, perhaps you should. I'll get this done before you get back, I promise."

I smiled gently and kissed his cheek. "I'll take my time then."

I walked down to dinner and enjoyed spicy chicken wings and a couple glasses of milk. But I wasn't quite ready to go back upstairs. Perhaps it was the heavy feeling I had from all the food or maybe it was the feeling of separation from the other students.

I walked outside for a moment, standing in the snow but I didn't really feel the cold on my bare feet. Actually, the snow under my feet felt almost warm, in a way. A slushy, gritty, thin, fragile feeling. There was water and mud and grass and slush. The air was cold and it smelled like winter.

I shouldn't be out here, I knew, but I needed some alone time. I looked down and noticed my stomach was poking out a little bit in a round shape. I knew before I would've thought it to be all the food I ate and now...

I found that tears were dripping down my face for no reason at all and quickly wiped them away. I headed back inside the castle and realized that my feet were numb from cold and I quickly hurried up to the office where my love was waiting.

"Your lips are blue." He greeted me, looking up from his desk. "Did you go outside?"

"Oh, yeah, just for a few minutes," I admitted, sitting down before the fire. "Maybe five-ten minutes tops."

"Without shoes or a cloak?" He asked in disbelief. There was the sound of him getting up from the chair. "Why?"

"Just needed a few minutes, that's all." I said. There was some silence, I knew he was standing somewhere behind me but I didn't turn around. I stared into the fire, watching the long red-orange-yellow flames dancing. The logs were crisp brown but they didn't really seem to burn and the fire was hot, sending of waves of heat in small rounds, but not so badly that it was uncomfortable. "I don't... I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to hide... hide the bump. It's five months- almost- and I'm starting to show a bit more than before."

"There's concealment spells." Severus said softly. "Dumbledore already has protocol in place. He believes it would be best if we kept it a secret until our child is actually born."

I closed my eyes, letting his words sink in. Our child. It was the first time he had said something like that and I loved it immensely.

He knelt down, putting a hand on my shoulder and said, "Everything's going to be okay you know. We- you're doing everything your supposed to be doing."

"I know." I said softly, reaching up to put a hand over his own. "I know." Then I stood up and asked, "Ready for bed?"

He got to his feet as well and turned off the lights, giving me a small smile. "I'll join you in a moment."

"Okay." I whispered, kissing him lightly on the cheek and climbed into bed. I don't know what he did, but I fell asleep before he got back.

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𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 the next morning, already sitting at his desk, tapping his fingers against the wood in a pattern.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" I asked, sitting up and stretching.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I did." Severus said, sounding distracted.

I got out of bed and got dressed, slipping on my robes and shoes. I went over to the window and looked down at the blinding snow. I wondered if the lake was frozen enough to go ice skating on it and highly doubted it.

"I'm going to go get some breakfast." I said, turning away from the window. Green spots appeared in my visions from the glare.

"Okay." Severus said, getting up from his chair and coming over to kiss my cheek. "See you later."

I headed out of the office, down the hallway, turned to the left, headed down some stairs, turned right and then found my way to the Great Hall.

I sat down at the Hufflepuff table and Trang came over immediately, looking exhausted.

"You look tired." I said, reaching for the grape jelly and a stack of toast.

"I stayed up late doing homework." Trang said, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes. She reached for a crumpet.

"That makes sense." I said absentmindedly. "What's your favorite class?"

"Ancient Runes." Trang said, "It's a fascinating class. And translating pages! Well, it's just like a puzzle really. I wonder what sorts of jobs I can get with Ancient Runes."

"Um, curse breaking." I said, trying to remember the job brochures from last year. "I don't really remember, I was only looking at healing and auror training."

"I'd like to be an Auror." Trang said thoughtfully.

"Maybe you could become the Muggle Studies Professor here." I said lightly, carefully tearing off the crust around the toast.

Trang rolled her eyes. "If I was going to teach a subject here, I'd teach Ancient Runes."

I shrugged, spreading jelly on the toast.

"What about you?" Trang asked, buttering her crumpet. "What class would you teach, given the choice?"

"Care of Magical Creatures." I answered immediately.

Trang stared at me, a raised eyebrow.

"What?" I asked impatiently.

Trang shrugged, "Just a surprise, you never were an animal person."

I rolled my eyes. "These aren't animals, they're magical creatures. There is a very specific difference."

"Oh?" Trang asked, raising her eyebrow again, "So your scared of dogs, cats, mice, rats, guinea pigs, geese, ducks, birds in general, but not magical creatures that breathe fire and have poisonous bites?"

"Okay look." I said, a bit annoyed, "I don't like dogs because they jump on you with their claws and they bite you. I don't like cats because they will scratch and bite. Mice and rats are a given fear. Guinea pigs also fall under the biting category, just like rabbits. And I don't like birds because of watching The Birds by Alfred Hitchcock 1963 horror film. That's your fault, by the way, you made me watch that."

"Shouldn't you be scared of rabbits too, with that logic?" Trang asked, smirking now. "They have the ability to bite too."

"Well, the more accurate definition is nip. And I did have a fear at first, but Sushi's a perfect little angel. He's never bitten me once." I said satisfied.

"And you were the one who said she liked horror movies." Trang said, still smirking and put her glasses on again. "Not my fault."

I glared at her, rolled my eyes, and continued to eat my toast. "But I like magical creatures." I said after I finished off my slice of toast.

"Oh yes," Trang said with a roll of her eyes, "because magical creatures won't bite or scratch or even kill you."

I sighed. "Magical Creatures are more predictable. There are rules when it comes to magical creatures. For example: hippogriffs. You bow, keep eye contact. The hippogriff doesn't bow back, you back off. If it does bow back, you approach and you make sure not to insult it. The only reason you'd get hurt around a hippogriff is by ignoring the cultural and magical rules."

Trang snorted, "Fair point but there are some creatures that can't be reasoned with!"

"Like?"

"Dragons, Fire-crabs, dragons, basilisks, dragons, acromantulas, and more dragons." Trang said, picking up a donut hole with each creature she named.

"That's a lot of dragons." I smirked.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them named at least 10 different types of dragons." Trang recited.

"Alright then." I consented, amused, "But, if you think logically, I'm not going to bring dragons or basilisks or acromantulas into the classroom. So, therefore, I wouldn't have to interact with them, correct?"

"Fair point." Trang consented, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

"Sure." I said and we got up from the table and went to our respective House common rooms to grab scarfs and hats and met in the entrance hall.

"Lake route or Hagrid route?" Trang asked as we exited the castle doors, meeting a blast of cold wind.

"Lake route." I said. "I'd like to see how frozen the lake is."

"Oh? Is there a fancy way of wizarding ice skating?" Trang asked in an interested voice but the words fell somewhat clumsily from her mouth.

"There's a number of spells that can be done on the feet or skates, if that's what you mean." I replied.

We started our circuit around the large body of water. The wind had died down and was blowing against our backs now, rather than our faces and it was better that way.

We were halfway around the lake when Trang asked a sudden question.

"What do you think about Draco Malfoy?"

I looked at her sparingly. "Like...?"

Trang hesitated and then said, "He's hot."

I choked on my next words and stared at her in amazement. Then I sputtered, "His Dad kidnapped you!"

Trang's flushed and turned her head towards the lake, "Yes, I know. But he's been coming onto me-"

"Of course he is!" I replied angrily. "Haven't you noticed your the person that the Death Eaters take to get to me?"

"So you think he's a Death Eater?" Trang asked, actually sounding disappointed.

"Of course he's a Death Eater." I snorted. "Voldemort made him replace his father."

Trang was silent for another moment and then said, "I wonder what he's doing."

"I don't know." I replied shortly. "Not yet, anyways."

"I wonder when you'll find out." She said.

I already knew, of course, but there was something off about Trang right now. I stopped walking and turned to face her, curiously. She looked at me now, hesitantly and then asked, "Okay, did I upset you? I shouldn't have said anything about how hot he was, should I have?"

I frowned briefly. I knew Draco was having Crabbe and Goyle using the Polyjuice potion a lot, but what about Draco? Was this Draco in front of me or was I turning into Uncle Moody, paranoid about everything? Of course, I thought, I had a good reason to be paranoid.

"No." I said slowly and then started to walk again. I couldn't let this person out of my sight. Trang wouldn't be interested in Draco because she had Oliver. So...

It had definitely been the real Trang at breakfast which meant that when we'd gone to get our winter clothes separately, that must've been when Draco- or another person- had nabbed Trang.

Harry and Ron had stuck Crabbe and Goyle in the broom closet. Where the hell was Trang?

I kept a slow pace outside though, no faster than we had been going and now we were starting around the other side.

"Do you think the lakes cold enough?" Trang asked, sounding curious.

"I don't know." I replied honestly, trying to keep up pretenses. I walked down the slope to the lake, Trang following me. I was self-conscious of the fact that my heart was beating very quickly. If whoever this was, wanted to push me in... if the lake wasn't frozen solid...

Trang pushed ahead, carefully putting one foot on the lake and leaning forward, testing the weight. "It seems solid enough." She said and put both feet on the lake and then jumped. Nothing happened.

She slid out onto the lake and, hesitating, I followed. Okay, maybe I was paranoid. After all, I'd liked multiple boys at the same time... it didn't mean anything at all. I really was becoming just like Uncle Moody.

We ice skated for exactly forty-two minutes which meant, if this wasn't Trang and was someone who had drank Polyjuice Potion, they had five minutes to get back up to the castle. Indeed, Trang was hurrying towards the castle quite fast.

I hurried alongside her and asked, "What's the hurry?"

"I just remembered a homework assignment due tomorrow that is going to take some time to do. Maybe we should go to the library next."

"Sure." I replied nonchalantly. "That sounds like a good idea."

We were now walking up the marble steps. Well, I was walking, she was running. I started to run to and as we reached the door, she said, "We'll go to our common rooms and meet each other in the library?"

She was already moving towards the stairs and I said, "Sure."

I waited for a few seconds as she hurried up the stairs and then, looking around, turned into a cat and hurried after her. She made her way towards what I figured was the Ravenclaw tower and then ducked away into a classroom, I slipped inside, hiding beside a black trash can.

Trang hurried over to a wardrobe and opened it up, bringing out Trang's real body, positioning her at the desk, making it look as though she had fallen asleep there: her arms crossed in front of her, her cheek resting on her arms.

I turned human, the other Trang's back was to me, and I said, "Who are you?"

The fake Trang jumped and turned, holding their hands out cautiously. My wand was pointed at their heart and I had my teeth gritted.

"You weren't supposed to find out." Trang's voice said. "It was just to hang out with you, you weren't going to with the real me."

I wasn't exactly sure who this person was or why I wouldn't have hung out with them. I conjured a patronus and sent it on it's way.

"Where is that going?" Trang's lovely eyes watched the patronus wander out the door.

"No where." I replied, glaring at Trang.

"What gave it away?" Trang asked. When I didn't respond she elaborated, "I mean, how did you know I wasn't the real Trang?"

"When you started to talk about Draco." I replied. "Trang would never have fallen in love with someone like him, no matter how hot he is."

Trang snorted, "Love? You're a bit naïve, don't you think? I never said I was in love, I simply said that he was hot and there is a legitimate difference."

"Elizabeth?" Professor Snape's voice came from behind me, "You sent for me?" And then he took in the scene of the two Trang's and said in a more curt voice, "I see."

He was silent and then strode towards the standing Trang and took her by the arm and led her out of the room.

"But-" I complained, "I want to know-"

He was gone, striding off down the hallway with Trang's arm in his grip. I turned to the sitting Trang and hurried over. "Enervate."

She stirred and I said, "Afternoon Trang."

She looked up at me sleepily and then looked around at the classroom and asked, "How in the world did I get in here?"

"You don't remember?"

Trang frowned, looking around at the classroom and then stood up. "Well... no. I remember breakfast, we were going to go on a walk so I came up to the Ravenclaw Tower and that's the last thing I remember..."

"Yes." I replied coolly. "someone stunned you and became you. Come on."

She followed me down to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. I had a good idea of who had been using the Polyjuice Potion now and wanted to confirm it.

As we neared the office, the door opened and an angry Severus Snape and an abashed Blaise Zabini stepped out of the office.

Blaise flushed, looking at both Trang and me. "Er- I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "I would've hung out with you if you wanted," I started and realized that it was true, "you didn't have to stun my friend and impersonate her."

He gave a curt nod, his cheeks flushed, and then hurried off towards the staircase that led for the dungeons.

"Well." Trang said awkwardly, unable to meet Professor Snape's eyes and looked at me instead. "I'm sure you two have things to umm, talk about you know?" She winked at me and I groaned.

"You're not supposed to know!" I said exasperated, glancing at Severus, who's face was red.

"Oh!" Trang asked, her face red now too, "Sorry!" She hurried away too and I turned to face Severus, who jerked his head towards his office door, marching inside. I followed inside, closing the door behind me.

We went up to his office and he shut the door behind us and went to sit down on the bed. I remained standing, hesitant.

"Come here." Severus sighed and I went, sitting down next to him.

"I should've told you that Trang knew." I muttered, "Sorry about that."

"Does anyone else know?" Severus asked, "Besides Dumbledore and your father."

"Harry." I muttered, "But I think you might've already have known that from Occlumency."

"Right." Severus said.

"Umm, Trang also knows about... about the baby." I said, sucking in my cheeks. "I confide everything with her."

Severus nodded, "she's your best friend, I understand."

"Why did... was it really because Blaise wanted to hang out with me?" I asked skeptically, "It seems like a bit of a stretch, doesn't it?"

"He's a Slytherin, Elizabeth." Severus said, sounding tense and bored at the same time. "How could he possibly hang out with you like a friend? Not when half the students' parents are Death Eaters. Not when he has a reputation to uphold. He can't be friendly with Potter's possible, rumored sister and even if that rumor doesn't turn out to be true, she's still a target of the Dark Lord and the daughter of a werewolf. Those are all big no nos. And yet, he does want to hang out with you and impersonating your best friend is the only way he's going to accomplish that."

"It's stupid!" I exclaimed. "I mean, obviously, I don't like him the way that I like you, but he's a nice boy, I think. I hate Slytherins with a passion but he wouldn't be the worst friend I've ever had."

Severus sighed, "All Slytherins?"

"You were sorted into the wrong house." I said. "You were supposed to be a Gryffindor."

Severus glared at me, "No, I wasn't."

"The Sorting Hat has only made seven sorting mistakes in it's entire career." I explained, "You, are one of them."

"Who are the other six?" Severus asked, looking a bit disturbed from this information.

"Don't know." I replied cheerfully, standing up to take off my cloak, gloves, scarf, and boots. "but I have guesses."

"Who?" He asked again.

"Well, I think Harry because he was supposed to be in Slytherin. Then there was Ron who was supposed to be in Hufflepuff, Hermione who was supposed to be in Ravenclaw, and then I was supposed to be in Gryffindor. But of course, I don't know if I should be counted, considering my position in this world. I would also guess that Peter Pettigrew would have been a sorting mistake- he should've been in Slytherin I think."

Severus was glowering now, "Potter? In Slytherin?"

I shrugged, "Doubt all you want Sev. I always know what I'm talking about. Hell, even Dumbledore thinks we sort to young. People aren't developed at that age, they- we don't know who we are at eleven and neither does the Sorting Hat."

Severus was quiet, pacing the room now.

I frowned, peering at him curiously and then asked, "Are you alright?"

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine Elizabeth, sorry." Severus said, "But when you believe something your whole life, it's hard to change that perception."

I shrugged, "Well I mean, it's quite alright you know. There are anomalies in every house."

For some reason, Severus was very amused by this comment though he wouldn't tell me why.

I went back out for lunch and stayed in the library till dinner. After dinner, I returned to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Severus was still working at the desk, his quill flying across the paper, circling and underlining things.

I looked over his shoulder briefly. He tossed his quill into the ink well, turning the chair around to face me, and pulled me onto his lap.

I pressed my lips to his, closing my eyes, a blush creeping up my cheeks. His lips moved in a furious, careful, dangerous, loving way. Familiar and different at the same time. His hand behind my head, fingers tangled in my hair. The other arm wrapped around my hips, tight- protective almost.

We slowly shifted to the bed, the sheets and blankets a crumpled mess as our two bodies moved together fast and slow, rolling over carefully before settling down, our bodies tangled together.

Severus pulled the sheets around me as our breathing slowed. His eyes were shining, his hair was swept back from his face. I reached out, holding a lock of hair in my hand. I never understood the belief that his hair was oily. No, it was silky, soft, beautiful.

I pressed my lips to his chest, biting. His left arm kept me on my side, curled up next to him, my head on his chest. His lips were pressed against the top of my hair.

I lay awake for a long time, after Severus had fallen asleep, thinking. Though I had told Trang that I wanted to come up with a baby name on the spot, I kept turning names over in my head.

There were so many names out there that would fit my child. I wasn't sure if it was a boy or a girl, of course (I'd told Severus it was going to be a surprise) but I couldn't help thinking the names, over and over.

My favorite boy name was Frederick James Snape. Of course, I highly doubted that Severus would be keen to have any of our children have James as a first or middle name. But I liked the sound of it regardless.

Then of course, there was naming the baby boy after Sirius or Uncle Moody or Dad or Severus or even Cedric.

Girl names were a bit easier. Lily kept popping up for one thing but I wasn't sure how much I liked that idea. After all, Severus had originally been in love with my mother and whenever I thought of that, I always had to think of the idea that perhaps Severus only loved me because I was Lily's daughter- because we looked alike. If I named my daughter Lily. . . well, I didn't know.

I liked the name Trang, I really did, but I wasn't sure I wanted to name my daughter that name. Of course, I really liked the name Rebecca and also Naomi.

I snuggled deeper into Severus' chest. I wondered what his mother's name had been. I wondered how pretty it was and if I could incorporate it as a middle name.

I wrapped the blanket tighter around me, feeling a draft coming from under the door, though the fireplace was lit.

I closed my eyes. Cedric was a good name. Yes, yes it was. 

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—  🎬  just  announced,  BOBBI TAYLOR has  been  cast  as  emma gilbert  in  the  upcoming  h20: just add water reboot.  the  twenty-three  year  old  is  trending  as  people  are  debating  if  the feeling of warm sand under your feet, the sound of waves brushing against the shoreline, the smell of firewood cracking on a summers night; the stillness of the water on a mild day  that  they  are  known  for  is  enough  to  make  them  as  good  as  original.  a  quick  google  search  shows  that  their  fans  call  them  cheery,  but  internet  trolls  think  they’re  more  boisterous.  i  guess  their  newest  interview  for  variety  where  they  talk  about  the time they once accidentally flashed a police officer  will  let  people  to  know  them  better. 

hi guys!!! 1000000 years late, BUT i'm here ! at least with bobbi! emiri will be coming up next! for her bio, it's pretty basic. i like to leave a lot of wiggle room for plots (even past plots) and headcanons later obviously! so those will be added under! but i hope you enjoy her as i flesh her out!

april 23rd, 2000 -- BOBBI MAE TAYLOR was born to a-list actor Lewis Taylor and d-list actress Emily Nicholson-Taylor. Lewis was born and raised in Australia while Emily had called canada home up until she was 16 and ran away to LA to follow her dreams of being an actress. they had met on the set of some popular 90s rom-com (he was 19 and she was 18) where he was playing the lead and she was just an extra. for him? love at first sight. for her? well, the public had their suspicions. when she had gotten pregnant, just a couple years into the relationship, with bobbi -- emily was called many derogatory names by the press. nonetheless, lewis was 1000% sure this was the start of his family and he went to extreme lengths to protect it.

it only came crashing down when emily was caught in the back of a car (by papz) with a new costar back in 2001. then it all came out. the suspicions people had were validated. she WAS just using lewis for his fame and she was having an affair with another d-list actor the whole time. it was the biggest scandal in hollywood at the time -- even surpassing justin and britney at one point. but like all scandals, the dust settled eventually and lewis taylor (after proving he was in fact bobbi's father) filed for full custody and moved back to Australia with bobbi mae.

(tw: drinking, alcoholism; drugs) 2002 - 2015 -- bobbi doesn't remember much about her early childhood. she had gone to an all girls academy. from foundations (at 6) to year 10. it was obvious from a young age that she was incredibly smart. she loved to learn and she was very charismatic. bobbi fit in beautifully with just about any group of kids -- but she also made sure that others felt included too. at one point she wanted to be in the talent show and came up with a dance to 'genie in a bottle' with some friends. the next day one of her teachers asked them to re-do it because they didn't get to catch it the night before and her nose started bleeding out of nowhere. that, she thought, was the end of her entertainment career. she didn't really have a relationship with her mom. not by her choice, though -- or even her father's. emily was the type of parent to call when she needed something and then when it was time for a visit, she bailed. it was hard for bobbi to watch her mom fall off and drink. it was even harder for her to find out most of her mom's issues from the tabloids. she didn't understand much of it at the time but her father just kept saying 'she's sick'.

but, slowly bobbi started to wonder about her mom's family. a lot of them lived in canada but she had a sister (aunty wren, as bobbi would call her) in west virginia that bobbi and her father had always kept in contact with. wren was a special education teacher at a local elementary school and throughout every birthday WREN was the one who would send gifts and talk for hours on the phone with her. she became the closest thing bobbi had to a mother. wren herself never had kids. she wasn't able to. but she still treated bobbi like her own. she came to visit when she could, and even tried bringing bobbi's mom at one point. but, unfortunately, bobbi's mom never made it on the plane. wren said that it was because she got nervous, but the tabloids reported her being 'too drunk to fly'. in a weird way, bobbi could always count on the papz to tell her the truth.

2016 - now -- when bobbi turned 14, they had moved to america. with the only stipulation being that wren could move closer to where they needed to be for lewis' new show. with teaching in her background, wren was able to home-school bobbi until she graduated and even helped her apply to a few American colleges. that was the plan. but as bobbi started to join her father on set more and more throughout high school -- she realized her love for acting. she saw the appeal both of her birth parents had for it. and after being cast as an extra a couple of times in things her dad did -- her path took a sharp turn and she was willing to be all in.

once bobbi had graduated at 17, her father really let her delve into acting. having a famous dad and a sort of infamous mom kind of jumpstarted what is currently a pretty great career. CURRENTLY, bobbi has been announced to play emma gilbert in the remake of H20: just add water!

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fat and slobby MegaEmpress feeding Flowspade who is also fat and slobby

MegaEmpress was an absolute unit of a lady. She was made up of Megatron's parts, sure, but she outweighed him 3:1. Her thighs were extremely thick, comparable to redwood trunks with the task of supporting her chest-sized ass. Speaking of her chest, her tits were also tremendous, with their boxey shapes being at least triple their normal size, sticking straight out, as all transformer tits tended to do. Her belly, though, was the true MVP of her physique. It jutted out in front of her for yards, ultimately being as long as her lower body. Her stomach was almost perfectly spherical, with it only flattening where it touched the floor. Many, including her namesake, would have considered her flabby form to be weakness incarnate, proof she had grown weak and soft, but she knew better. MegaEmpress was more than aware of the power her body held, as were anyone who fought her on the battlefield, even if her body was covered in grease and bits of energon cubes.

MegaEmpress was so confident in her superiority of body, in fact, that she forced it onto her team (or, well, as 'forced' as you can get when every single member of the team followed her orders without even the slightest hesitation). She had overseen the start of the rest of her team's feeding, but for Flowspade she wanted to be a little bit more personal, more hands on if you will.

"Flowspade, I'm glad you've come with such haste. I have a special... Surprise for you. Please, sit down."

Flowspade listened to her master, taking a sit in the middle of the room. She couldn't see her from the shadows she was standing in, but she could see her silhouette. Her commander had gotten big, very big, and judging by the fact all of her team had been called away to initiate some 'special training', she had an idea of what was about to happen next. As her master did finally step out from the recesses of the room, she was shocked. She had known she was fat, but she wouldn't have guessed how... Gross she was. Her mouth and belly were covered in grease and the recognizable hue of her favorite blue Energon cubes/drinks. Their great and powerful leader, reduced to... A slob!

"I don't mean to question you or your means, but, you can't possibly expect me to... Become like you."

MegaEmpress giggled lightly, causing her entire body to jiggle.

"Like me? No, no my dear Flowspade. I intend for you to become greater than me. Bigger than me. I have great faith in you and your abilities, I always have."

MegaEmpress placed her flabby hand on Flowspade's shoulder as she spoke.

"I believe fully that you hold within you the ability to become greater than me, if not in power than in size. I sense a mighty greed in you, somewhere deep within your spark. You just need to allow yourself to release it, to embrace your gluttony, and learn to harness it."

Flowspade couldn't believe what her master was saying. Her? Be better than MegaEmpress? And what did she mean she could sense gluttony in her? She was concerned, very much so. But she didn't squirm under her leader's plush touch, nor did she get up and leave. She wasn't sure why, but MegaEmpress knew. She knew that Flowspade, deep down, wanted to become like her. She wasn't like the other of her warriors, who would become fat slobs just because they were ordered to, no, Flowspade wanted to grow, wanted to eat, of this she was certain. She just needed to show that to her.

MegaEmpress allowed her hand to leave Flowspade as she waddled over to the wall, on which a button and a lever adorned. She pressed the button, opening a large hatch in the ceiling. From the hatch lowered a thick tube that was grey and segmented with a drips of blue falling from the end of it. It took Flowspade no time to realize exactly what this was and what was about to happen to her, but despite her mental and verbal protest she'd thus far presented, she couldn't get her gears to move. She was just sitting there, awaiting as MegaEmpress picked the tube up and inserted it into Flowspade's mouth. She closed her red lips around it obediently, having unconsciously accepted her fate. She just sat there, clenching the tube within her jaw as her leader once again waddled to the wall before grabbing the lever and moving it down just a notch.

Immediately, Flowspade's eyes shot open in shock and surprise as her mouth flooded with blue Energon liquid. She began to swallow mouthful after mouthful, finding herself unable to keep up, even with such a small amount. The excess she couldn't deal with dribbled onto her... Belly??? Flowspade was in shock as she grasped and groped her belly, as if to make sure it was, in fact, real. She had only been at this for... 60 minutes? But it had only felt like a couple of seconds, she thought...

"Yes, you're beginning to understand. Your gluttony fuels you, Flowspade. Your pink form has been expanding over the last hour, and you didn't even notice."

She placed her hand on her still expanding belly.

"It is your purpose, your gift, one which I hold in much lesser amounts than you. I was right to believe you held the power you have shown off. Now-"

MegaEmpress removed the still active tube from Flowspade's supple lips, allowing it to spill all over both of their massive bodies.

"It's time for something a little more... Personal."

She clapped her hands (as best she could at her size) and yet another hatch opened from the ceiling, this time lowering down plates upon plates of various Energon consumables, from the classic cubes to gelatinous constructs, oblong forms, thin discs, and many more. MegaEmpress started with a smaller cube, picking it up and popping it right into her still open and still leaking mouth, lightly closing her jaw with her hand.

"Now swallow~"

Flowspade did as she instructed without breaking eye contact. She was infatuated with the circumstances, and possibly her leader, but she couldn't ever admit that, especially not right now. This process continued for hours, with MegaEmpress using different forms of Energon as time went on. Flowspade eventually got into a rhythm, one with eventually got too fast for MegaEmpress. She had begun shovelling Energon into her mouth with zero regard for her already soiled appearance, allowing bits and drops of it to cover her body, along with allowing grease and sweat to accumulate across her body. It took her all of 2 hours to surpass MegaEmpress in weight, which was signified as the last bit of Energon food was stuffed down her gullet.

"What, is that it?"

Flowspade had changed her opinion completely during this experience, fully understanding the appeal towards MegaEmpress's current state of being, one of gluttony, hedonism, slobbery and excess. She sucked the excess Energon off of her fingers as she awaited her master's answer.

"Do you not see your accomplishment, Flowspade?"

She poked her belly roughly to emphasize her point.

"You have surpassed me in size, just as I had anticipated. Now, that was not, in fact, all, but I need to ask you."

MegaEmpress stood straight in front of Flowspade, placing both of her palms firmly on her warrior's disgusting belly.

"I must ask if you desire to continue with these feedings, to be allowed to gorge and be pampered by me. If you deny, no questions will be asked, and we can even return you to your previous form if you desire. No, make your decision."

"More please, master."

MegaEmpress smirked. Flowspade hadn't even hesitated, answering as soon as she finished speaking. She was finally ready, just as she knew she would be.

"Good. And Flowspade, no more shall you fiddle with the title of 'master' around me. You are no longer my inferior, but rather an equal. Now. Prepare yourself, for you will be feeding for a rather long time. I hope you can handle it."

MegaEmpress placed the tube back into Flowspade's mouth, which while still supple, was now surrounded by cheek and neck fat aplenty. She then waddled over to the wall and pulled the lever all the way down, 'accidentally' breaking it in the process. The tube would now deposit dozens of gallons a second, and MegaEmpress would get to rub, knead and otherwise sooth Flowspade's ever expanding belly the entire time.

[ziggysarcana]

Shira could feel her heart leap once more at the sight of him being so candid. The way his seemingly typical confidence seemed to waver around her was something she found incredibly endearing. Made her want to call him that again, or anything that would make him act like that. "Oh, you've been pretty good?" She asked, almost rhetorically; a gentle tease in her voice, followed by another gentle squeeze to his hand. Heart in her throat now, she pulled it upwards, closer to her. Close enough so she could press a gentle kiss to the palm of his hand. "That's great, Silas." Almost a whisper, just enough that he could still feel the wake of her words against his flesh. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, trying to will her heart back to it's place in her chest before she answered his question. Shira reluctantly brought their entwined hands back down to their sides "Yeah, actually. I work for the Chronical." She said, a soft smile remaining on her lips, practically since she had seen his face. "A couple shoots, a lot of administrative work. I've been working on some personal projects too. Capturing things that bring joy to my life, things that make me smile. Which, feels like an obscurely regular theme when you're around." She said, stating the obvious. Shira couldn't help it. There was pressure building in the cavern of her chest and she had to say something to let some of the steam out.

She grinned at his question, or more specifically, how he had phrased it. A familiar fondness forming in her for the way he tended to communicate. Whether that was making a joke or simply conveying information, it didn’t matter; he made it sound good. Like he knew just the right thing to say at just the right moment. Shira, a girl who tended to keep people on her toes, liked that. He could keep up with her jests and her subtle quips. Or even render her speechless. Which might be a first, for her. "Oh, a tour you say?" Shira asked in an exaggerated tone, the one newscasters of old would take on, "I'd be delighted to give you a tour!" Reluctantly, she let go of his hand. Only to clasp hers together in front of her chest excitedly. She gestured to her left side and started to walk towards the direction of it, to her kitchen. Where she pressed her palm to the cool surface of the island, quietly tapping her manicured nails — mostly out of nervousness but also because she missed the feeling of his and she was trying to combat that. It made her feel pathetic but she couldn’t help it. For him; she would be pathetic. “This is where the heart is,” Shira gestured around the space, smiling at him as she said “my kitchen.”

She paused for dramatic effect before she strolled around the island, eyes falling onto an ornate tin of black tea that she had left out on accident. “Would you like something to drink, Silas?” Her head tilted towards him as she asked, “I could make you some tea? A gin & tonic?” My still-beating heart, on a silver platter? Merely a thought. Shira leaned against the counter now, her gaze softening even further as she motioned for him to come closer “Are you hungry? I could make you carbonara?” She grinned. Perhaps getting ahead of herself. “Or a sandwich?” Anything for him. But then realization hit and she tilted her head back, sweet laughter tumbling from her lips before it turned into a grimace. Shira composed herself and said “I’m sorry, I just felt my feminist card being ripped away from my soul. Never in my life have I asked a man if I could make him a sandwich.” It was just absurd. Even more so; the fact that she just told him that. Normally that would have been an inside thought, but it was extremely hard to not be herself with him so she found herself saying it anyways.

Silas has learnt that he is one that can dish it out but can't take it when it comes to flirting. The blush rising on Shira's cheeks, her grin, the defensive gaze away, it gave Silas so much power. He loved being the one with the authority in a conversation, especially when it came to being tender with someone. He was a bit of a flirt to put it simply, not so much in recent years, Shira being the welcome exception, having rapidly reach the top of his list for people he likes to see smile. However, when he was the one blushing, he didn't know how to react at all. His self perception as a charming man people gush over falls apart when he is the one giggling and blushing. Shira is the woman that has made Silas found that out about himself, and he loves it, there is something about being able to feel so vulnerable that he likes. It scares the shit out of him, but with Shira? Maybe it isn't so bad, maybe it's actually pretty alright. Her swinging right back at him for calling her dear, by calling him sweetheart, well this was the moment that lead to his self perception to crumble once more. The nail in the coffin of a small giggle and blush rising to his cheeks, was when he unconciously and automatically bit his lip. "I've been pretty good." He felt naked, still a bit perplex he bit his lip so openly, "I haven't been up to much, but that's nothing new. Have you been busy with the photography or do you work somewhere seperate?" He wanted to move the spotlight back to her, not necessarily to get it off of him, but because he loved to see her in the figurative light.

Their hands stayed together. It was comfortable, Silas would have even forgotten they were still holding hands if it weren't from the pure stream of electricity that sparked up his arm whenever he thought about it. He looked around the room once more, unable to find any more details that could give him a better insight into Shira, he must delve deeper. "So Shira, am I going to get a tour? I must admit, I have been wondering what your home looks like." He wanted to know everything, what movies she watches, what music she listens to, what cigarettes she smokes, whether or not she even smokes, what hand soap she uses to make them so soft, what conditioner she uses to make her hair smell so nice, what her nightstand looks like, the thread count of her bedsheets, what they felt like. He has never felt so obsessed the thread count of someones sheets, but Silas had to know. He looked at her again, she looked like a sky with no light pollution, his eyes full of curiosity. She was like a painting, and he wanted to know about every single brushstroke. He wanted to know about every bristle of the brush. He wanted to know about every individual fiber that made up the bristle. He was smiling at the thought.