#bloodwhispered

[fracturedefiance]

@bloodwhispered

         Liam's pockets felt heavy, too heavy. Breathing had become hard for him. Too much it was all too much, too much money, too much freedom. And nowhere to put himself. Could the money be traced back to him, could his mother find him. It would leave a paper trail wouldn’t it? Everything about this was bad, a bad idea. He could’ve just stayed. He should’ve just stayed. She wasn’t that bad, not to him at least right? She was much worse to the heroes she fought, or cronies who didn’t follow her every word. 

         No. He couldn’t think that way. There was no going back now was there. That group back their stuck their neck out for him. He found his way to an atm. His hair falling over his eyes. Now what would be an unsuspicious amount to pull. A couple hundred? Definitely under a thousand. How many hundred were too many. And what could he buy with that much money. A hotel room for the night? Dinner? Some new clothes? He stood at the atm and let the card sit in the machine, frozen in thought about what to do. He pulled out the slip of paper with the pin and slowly, almost leisurely, punched it in. Carefully he chose to withdraw $300. That was a small enough amount. People pulled out that amount of money all the time. 

          If he had thought his pockets felt heavy before, the stack of twenties weighed him down like lead bricks. He turned swiftly, his eyes shifting nervously across the city streets. It was one thing for Liam to act calm doing something he knew he shouldn’t. It was an entirely different thing for him to doing what he was supposed to. 

Ducking his head, he made his way into the flow of traffic. Walking fast. To a destination anywhere but there. Paranoia making his hair stand on end. And adrenaline making him sloppy. He didn’t realize until it was too late, him colliding with an older gentleman, cash flying up into the air. 

[starryiis]

@bloodwhispered

Things were weird. She had seen more of this man in the past week than she had her whole life. And it was all because her mother was dead. When her parents would joke about it she didn’t ever think it would be true. But here he was at her house. Was he looking for Simon? Did he feel guilty? 

What did he have to feel guilty for?

It wasn’t his fault a building crumbled. So when the doorbell rang she went to go answer it. Still in her pjs, she hadn’t brushed her hair in two days. Simon had just left to go grab something for lunch. She had been out of bed for a couple of hours but she was just watching movies with her dad on the couch. What else was there to do? Leave her dad alone? No way. 

She would smile, if she could. The best she could muster was upturned corners of her mouth. And even that was halfhearted. 

“Hey.... He’s not really feeling up for visitors right now.” She nods upstairs, “And Simon isn’t here. He’ll be back in an hour.” 

Daphne wasn’t blind, she knew there was something between the two family friends. Something was going on between them and she honestly didn’t care. Whatever they wanted. They were adults. They were none of her business. She didn’t understand how anyone could pursue romance at a time like this. She certainly hadn’t. Her voicemail box was testament to that.

“So if there’s nothing else I can help you with... “

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@bloodwhispered

Oh, what a  fine night it was! With a full moon shining brilliantly in the clear fall sky, a chill in the air, and the light pollution forming a glorious tapestry that ALMOST replaced the pleasantries of a clear sky, there was little more that Blank Space could ask for! Well, except for maybe his men down below to get a move on in unloading the drug shipment out of the back of the truck, so he could get moving from the warehouse and over to the residential area and his bar hangout. 

Honestly, if they were competent he wouldn’t even have to be out here himself! But he was always watching and babysitting one way or another when it was big business, and this was big. After all, it was better to have this held in his hands and at his place then let it fall into the little rag-tag pieces that were left of one particularly bad man’s crew. It was cute to think they were still trying. 

And then began the shouts and the sound of fighting. Of fucking course! There had to be something going on. “Alright! Alright! Come on, whichever supe you are. You know you can’t touch me!” 

[tracytigress]

An in-between-commissions-doodle to wish you all Happy Holidays!

Also a callback to a Crysmas-themed pic I did…11 years ago, wow. Time flies.

[the-nerdseye-view]

Last Name Inspiration: B

Real

Babineaux: French

Badem: Turkish, meaning “almond”

Bagley: English; meaning “bag, badger”

Bagni: Italian; meaning “bath”

Bai: Chinese; meaning “white”

Bain: English

Bako: Hungarian; meaning “axeman”

Balik: Turkish; meaning “fish”

Bancroft: English; meaning “bean+ small enclosed field”

Banes: Welsh

Barlow: English; meaning “barn hill”

Barr: English; meaning “person who lived near a barrier”

Basso: Italian; meaning “thick, low”

Beaumont: French; meaning “beautiful mountain”

Beck: German/English

Bellamy: English/French; meaning “beautiful friend”

Bellerose: French; meaning “beautiful rose”

Bengoetxea: Basque; meaning “the house furthest down”

Beran: Czech; meaning “ram”

Bergman: Swedish; meaning “mountain”

Bernat: Catalan

Bevan: Welsh; meaning “son of Evan”

Beyersdorf: German; meaning “farmers village”

Bhattacharaya: Bengali; meaning “scholar”

Bianchi: Italian; meaning “white”

Biro: Hungarian; meaning “judge”

Bisset: English; meaning “drab”

Blanc: French; meaning “white”

Blanxart: Catalan

Blevins: Welsh

Blomgren: Swedish; meaning “flower”

Bloodworth: English

Bloxham: English

Bobal: Czech; meaning “bean”

Bodnar: Hungarian; meaning “barrel maker”

Bognar: Hungarian

Bokori: Hungarian

Bonham: English

Bosco: Italian; meaning “forest”

Bover: Catalian; meaning “bull”

Bray: English; meaning “hill”

Brenchenridge: Scottish/English

Bretz: German

Brigham: English

Brinkerhoff: German; meaning “farm”

Bristow: English; meaning “the site of the bridge”

Brivio: Italian; meaning “bridge”

Brose: German form of Ambrose

Buffone: Italian; meaning “jester”

Byquist: Swedish; meaning “village and twig”

Created/Fantasy

Barleyshadow

Battleshot

Battlespell

Bearchaser

Beargust

Blackblade

Blackfeather

Blackflow

Bladestrength

Blazechaser

Bloodsteel

Bloodwhisper

Bluearrow

Bluekeep

Bluestream

Boulderbrand

Brightblossom

Brightshot

Bronzebreath

Burning

Burningspear

[bigboobshaunt]

The Girl in Question

For Udobure Week, Day 6: Family

Modern AU

Ao3 Link

“Dad, father! Wake up! It’s today already, stop wasting time!” A little girl beamed, jumping on her parents’ beds and shaking them by their shoulders until they were awake.

“Oh... that is today, innit?” groaned the taller of the two, rubbing his eyes and sitting on the bed. Truthfully, he needed more sleep, a good hour or two, but he knew there was little he could to to stop his daughter’s boundless energy.

Smiling, still half-asleep, he looked to the side and saw that his husband proved a much heavier sleeper than he was, changing positions multiple times before agreeing to wake up for real, with Ophelia’s insistence.

“Fairest maiden of all of the lands, I can hardly believe you are already a young lady of 7!” Owain took his daughter into his arms and squeezed her tight.

“Happy birthday, Pheephee. We’ll have a full day today, just like ya wanted,” Brady greeted her, kissing her on the top of her head, before getting up to prepare breakfast for the family.

Owain wasn’t quite ready to let go of her, however, and launched into a tickle storm, which their kid made no attempt whatsoever to fight, even as she giggled loudly with tears in her eyes and a big smile.

“Pigtails?” Owain asked, poking Ophelia’s cheek.

“You got it!” the birthday girl confirmed, watching her dad go grab her favorite black and yellow hair ties. “First, we’ll head to the zoo, I REALLY miss Mr. Snake and all the others, then we can go say hi to grandma Lissa and grandma Maribelle, and then, oh and then, we’ll have cake together!”

“I was kinda thinkin’ we’d have a good breakfast together, first of all,” Brady intercepted her plans, bringing in the trays with tea and her favorite cookies to his own room and placing them over the bed.

“Sounds wonderful to me,” said Owain, embracing Brady from behind and kissing his neck, obviously the sleepiest of the trio.

“Owain… come on, she’s like, right there,” Brady grumbled, trying his best not to smile at the ticklish kisses.

Both of them were a little bit shocked to realize their daughter paid absolutely no attention to them and their public displays of affection, and had opted to instead wolf down her breakfast at a speed Brady swore could break some records.

“The cookies ain’t runnin’ away,” Brady japed, sitting in front of her and grabbing his own cup of tea and handing Owain the one that was his.

The cups were the ones they used for special occasions, Ophelia’s said ‘World’s cutest daughter’ while Owain’s said ‘World’s best dad’ and Brady had the one with ‘World’s best father’ written on it. Ophelia and Owain had gotten weird looks when they bought them, but neither was exactly the type to mind those very much.

“Activities are all well and good, I’m pretty excited for them too,” Owain said, after a rather large and prolonged yawn. “But I don’t think you’ve realized that your father and I also bought you a gift.”

“You WHAT?” Ophelia asked, wide-eyed. “I said you didn’t have to, we’re already doing so much stuff later!”

“Ophelia, ya know yer father,” Brady smiled, “I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t at least get ya somethin’ fer yer birthday.”

“Besides, I’m pretty sure his mom would drag him by the ear to the toy store if we didn’t,” Owain joked, avoiding Brady’s glare.

“No way! Grandma Maribelle is a very sweet lady, she’s only sometimes a little scary, but she wouldn’t do that!” Ophelia complained, pouting.

“You’re right, you’re right,” Owain admitted. “Sorry for that, Brady.”

Vindicated, Brady shot a smug glance at his husband’s direction. “Wonder if she’s also going into law like her grandma. She’s got the public defender part down pat.”

“And the theatrics!” Owain added, knowing it was his influence to thank for that part.

“So… you were saying about the gift?” Ophelia pulled on Owain’s sleeve, trying her best not to look too excited about it, but failing completely.

“Want me to bring it here, or do ya wanna go get it? It’s hidden in the living room,” Brady offered, helping Owain tie her hair appropriately.

Ophelia put her index finger to her chin, in deep thought. It was a pose Brady immediately recognized, for it was the very same one his husband always did. “Will you call me a treasure hunter if I find it?”

“Hark! With her immense clout in the archaeological society and countless adventures under her belt, Ophelia Dusk embarks in yet another mission into the deep jungles of...” Owain began to narrate.

“Roomania!” Ophelia excitedly completed it for him, gaining an approving look from her dad and a giggle from her father.

Running off, the little blonde girl rummaged through their living room with gusto, looking behind the curtains, under the tv stand and behind the table, before finally finding the gaudy, polka-dotted gift-wrapped package behind the sofa.

“Fast as usual. Good job!” Brady commented, giving her a thumbs up so she knew she could open it.

“Oh, I hope it’s the Vampire Exalt! I love the Vampire Exalt...” Ophelia said, having a little trouble opening the gift, though she was helped by Owain, who quickly knelt beside her and assisted her in opening it.

“It is! Oh wow, I can’t believe you bought the one I wanted!” Ophelia thanked her parents, hugging and kissing both of them in the cheek before she sat by herself in the sofa and played with the vampire-themed doll.

In reality, it was a little hard for them to miss that this was the toy she wanted. She had been mentioning the doll frequently ever since it was first advertised on tv, but both men were quite happy to pretend they knew it instinctively.

“Have ya thought up a name for her yet?” Brady questioned.

Ophelia frowned. “Her name is Comtessa Bloodwhisper… I can’t just give her a new one!”

“You should really catch up on the lore,” Owain winked at his husband.

“Dad, father… have I told you that I love the two of you?” Ophelia said, smiling from ear-to-ear.

It didn’t take long for Brady to start crying after she said it, something Owain quickly helped him with, wiping off his tears with his thumb. “Thank ya so much, Pheephee.”

Letting her doll sit by herself for a bit, Ophelia got up and ran to her parents, wanting in on the intimate moment, quickly pulling both of her fathers for a tight hug.

“You may be growing fast, but you’ll always be our little girl,” Owain noted, kissing her cheek.

“Agreed,” Brady added, kissing the other cheek and turning it into what Ophelia referred to as a kiss sandwich.