#felicia and din.

[satellitewar-archived]

a message from @bllakcat: [ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead / okay but felicia kissing din's helmet is somehow so tender to me

safe within the belly of the razor crest and lost in the depths of distant space, din and felicia find an easy rhythm of cohesion, of coexisting for just a little while on their journey to the next planet. the hours tick by, sluggish and boring. the air stills. exhaustion sets in their bones, and the two take turns sleeping in the ship's only bed (although din mostly refuses his time of rest, opting instead to shut his eyes on occasion in the razor crest's cockpit). though he's learning to trust her, din still uses an abundance of caution when leaving felicia to her own devices, worried she might mess with the controls, pilfer his weapons, or secretly sabotage his next assignment. they're certainly better off than they were a few days ago, and still... caution. despite the liking he takes and the few instances of good they share among the chaos, din has to be smart. she's tricky, dangerous... and tempting. very tempting.

it's in one of those situations, the mandalorian seated, reclined slightly in the cockpit, that he feels and hears movement coming from behind him. wanting to see what she'll do, din remains perfectly still, face shrouded by his helmet, and listens to the sound of felicia's footsteps as they near. she's barely audible crossing the floor grates. when he opens his eyes and sees her through the visor, he watches her study the cockpit, peer out the window at the stars, and turn to face him in his chair. then... silence. stillness. peace. backlit by the sparkling glow of distant suns and planets beyond them, felicia is a beautiful sight. her hair, haloed, her frame, shaped by the dark. if she wasn't so hazardous to his health. if she didn't present such a dangerous problem...

without warning, she leans in, and din braces himself, still motionless. will she try and remove his helmet? is she trying to see if he's awake? despite his alarm, he doesn't react, doesn't flinch, doesn't shift in his seat until... oh. unprompted, the woman places a simple kiss to the top of his helmet, to the spot just above his t-visor. light pressure. brief contact. the minor lean in, the linger, and then, the retreat. instead of using the moment to her advantage, instead of satisfying her curiosity and tugging off his helmet, she does this. a single, tender, innocent kiss. din is left half-breathless and still frozen in place when she walks off, forced to deal with the confusing throng of emotions that puncture his lungs in the following minutes post-affection. dizzy and a bit distracted, the mandalorian closes his eyes again, almost hoping, praying she might return to do it again.

[card-queen]

A bunch of recent art for all my different projects from my madness a few days ago about making primer documents for all of them to show off to my sisters. Isn't brief moments of unhinged productivity a delight?

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Two

also available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag to find all chapters | warnings: pre-s1 (for now), profanity, child adoption, smoking | Please like, comment and reblog to show support! <3

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Two:

You didn’t have anyone.

You were looking for company.

The Last Drop was loud and rowdy- just as you’d expected of a bar. Although you didn’t go to many very often.

You pushed through the crowd, resisting the urge to shrink in on yourself and instead holding your head high, setting your jaw. You’d made it to the counter, and you firmly planted your hands on the wood, pushing yourself forward to catch the bartender’s attention.

The burly man looked at you, and came over. You had to raise your voice to be heard.

“I- uh…” you looked around, words suddenly lost.

“What’ll it be?”

“Silco…”

The bartender stared at you. “What?”

You pursed your lips. “I’m looking for Silco. Would he happen to be here? By any chance?”

The bartender raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t tell me he had a lady friend.”

“A lady- what? No, I’m just an acquaintance. Is he here?”

The bartender shook his head, letting out a chuckle which was drowned out by the din of the bar. “He’s a close friend of mine. I can tell him you were looking for him tomorrow. Any message you want to relay?”

You thought for a moment. “…Not really. Although-“ A smoke on the rooftop would be nice. “I’d rather talk to him myself, actually.”

The bartender raised his eyebrow without another word, and nodded. “He always hangs around here in the afternoon. Has nothing better to do with his time, the man,” he joked. You made yourself laugh, and thanked him.

You squared your shoulders. “And while I’m here, I suppose I might as well get something. So, uh… gin and tonic, please. Without the gin.”

The man looked at you rather askance at your peculiar request, but didn’t say anything as he served up a glass of tonic. You smiled thinly, looking around at the establishment as he wiped down a glass.

“So how do you know Silco?” He asked you.

You turned your head towards him. You didn’t expect him to start conversation. He looked at you with a glance of curiosity.

“I don’t,” you say. He frowned.

“So how come you’re asking for him?”

“Well, I mean- I do know him. We met yesterday.” You took a sip of the tonic, and it took  the bartender a moment to realise you weren’t planning on elaborating. “How do you know him?”

“He’s pretty much my brother,” the bartender said simply. He extended a hand, and you shook it. “I’m Vander.”

You nodded slowly. “…Vander.” You thought for a moment. “I’m [name].”

“Nice meeting you. Stop by at four tomorrow, will ya?” He watched as you downed your cup and set it on the counter, tossing him the money and nodding.

With that, you left the Last Drop.

-

You found Silco sitting on the steps outside the Last Drop at four in the afternoon the next day. He looked up at you, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Silco!” You gasped. “Oh, uh, what are you doing here?”

A languid sweep of his hand brushed the hair out of his eyes. “You asked for me.” He said, voice sounding bored. But there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

You scoffed, shuffling your feet. “Hardly asked.”

“You were looking for me.”

“You told me to stop by!”

He stood up, dusting off his clothes. “Indeed I did. Lonely, are you?”

“As I’ve said already,” you muttered, following him as he made his way through the street. Before long you’d both found yourself on a rooftop, a cigarette in between you.

“Who’s Vander?”

“He’s like my brother.”

Wow. 

“Right.” You looked out across the streets. “Did your… business from last night get…resolved?”

He nodded, a small smirk playing at his lips as he thought back. “It did.”

“And you're sure it wasn’t a prostitute.”

He scoffed, as you giggled at his reaction. “I’m sure.” He turned to watch you laugh, back pressed against the rusted tin as you laid back, and blew a steady stream of smoke into the air.

And then he sighed.

This became a usual routine. One or the other of you would find each other on the rooftop, and would sit there talking until one person had to leave. He wasn’t half bad company, you realized. And sitting there against the sky and smoke felt nice. It was nice to have someone to talk to for reasons other than necessity or business.

One day on a walk home from an errand, the dark blue of the night sky creeping behind the clouds, you heard whimpering from an alleyway. You froze, unsure of what to do. Run? Stay? The sniffling picked up, descending into sobs. 

You burst into the alley.

A little girl, scraped and bloodied, stared at you with wide glassy eyes. You looked back at her.

“What’s your name?” You asked gently, crouching down and wiping the tears and dirt from her bruised face.

“Alice,” she choked out. You felt a tug at your heart, a painful wrench that was hard to ignore. You swallowed a lump. 

“What happened, Alice?”

“Th-they… my mommy…” she started trembling again, and you exhaled slowly, hushing her. “They took her.”

“What about your daddy?” You whispered, carding your fingers through her mousy brown hair.

She raised her head. You followed her gaze.

Piltover.

You lip curled in disgust. Some Piltie must have had an affair with a trencher- a Zaunite, and wanted to get rid of the evidence. No doubt. You gathered the girl in your embrace.

You could hardly support a child, let alone take one in…

“The men were following me,” she told you.

“Let’s go,” you replied. You could hardly support a child.

“Where?”

“Home.”

-

You found him perched on the roof, and climbed up to meet him.

“Silco!” You hissed. He looked at you, frowning at your expression as you collapsed in a heap next to him.

“What’s wrong?” He grabbed your shoulders, eyes welling with concern.

“Silco, there’s a girl. Her father’s from Piltover and they had her mother killed and they’re after her, and I found her and I have no idea what to do with her-“

“Shh, calm down.” He stopped your exhilarated rambling short, and leaned back, taking a moment to think. You watched him, unable to speak.

“Well, if you can’t raise her…”

“I’m not leaving her to die,” you said sharply.

He looked at you skeptically. “And what exactly will you do then? Can you even afford to raise a child?”

“I’ll figure something out.” You sounded unsure.

He looked at you tiredly. “[name]…”

“I’m not leaving her to die,” you said with finality.

He looked at you silently, then nodded. “I’ll… I’ll help where I can.”

You flushed. “You don’t have to.”

He took your hand, and shook his head. “We’re friends.”

You flushed deeper, and looked away, taking a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.”

He looked at you. “What?”

“I’m sorry, all you’ve ever done is help me and all I’ve done is… steal your cigarettes.”

At this he laughed, but one look at your face and he realized you were being serious. “It’s not like that.”

“But it is.”

He fell silent, and you knew he couldn’t deny what you had stated was the fact. But then he spoke. “You give me company.”

You laughed. “That’s it?”

“I don’t care about the enforcer chase, or the cigarettes. You know if I didn’t want to be around you I wouldn’t bother. So stop saying random shit and just…” he took a deep breath and dragged his hand across his face. “God, you’re insufferable sometimes.”

Despite the insult, your insides glowed, and you smiled. “Thank you, Silco.”

“Did you just hear me? I called you insufferable.” 

You nodded, still beaming. “Thanks.”

He scoffed, a small smile on his face. “You idiot.” He took out another cigarette, and, as usual, you held out your lighter. He looked at you, and passed you the lit cigarette to have first.

“And you’re sure you don’t consider me as charity work?” You said before a long drag of the cigarette. You passed it back to him, and he stared at you, confused.

“What? I- of course not.”

“Why are we here then?”

“You’re my friend. You were looking for me that day, remember?”

“You immediately decided we were going to…” you waved your hand around. “Whatever this is. Hanging out. What if I wanted something else?”

He rolled his eyes, blowing out some smoke. “What else would you want? I told you to come find me if you wanted company.” He jabbed the cigarette in your direction. “This is company. And I believe we just talked about this?”

You ignored his last comment. “Well, why are you keeping me company?”

He laughed. “You’re my friend. And I get bored too, you know.”

“You have Vander. I’m sure you have others.”

He suddenly looked at you piercingly. You squirmed. Had you said the wrong thing? But then he shook his head slowly, visibly relaxed. “Right, but none of them are…” he stopped himself, face turning slightly pink. “What I mean to say is, it’s nice to know some other people.”

You leaned close and gently prised the cigarette from his fingers, and he looked up at you. You grinned, then placed it in between your lips. Inhaled. Took it from your lips. Exhaled. He blinked as the smoke billowed in his face.

“Thanks,” you smiled. He looked away, miffed. 

“We won’t talk about this anymore.”

“‘Course.”

“You know my answer.”

“I do.”

[aweirdoandhisfanfics]

The things that The Flow can do

I'm kinda of a newcomer to the JD comunity, but I reunited all the possible things that The Flow can do, welp, here it goes:

-Create portals and just teleporting (Used by The Traveler, Si'Ha Nova, Wanderlust and Night Swan)

-Cloning yourself (Used by The Traveler and Wanderlust)

-Break/Fix things (Sweet but Psycho and I Am My Own Muse)

-Transforming people in your personal minions

-Root (The power of remaining in the same spot regardless of the circumstances. As seen in Dragostea Din Tei)

-Give life to objects (Probably used to create Discoball)

-Air/earth manipulation(?) (Used by Agent D in Toxic to ooof the agents who were against her and in Gimme More by the same reason)

-Change clothes REALLY FAST (Ok, you CANNOT convince me that Agent D in that scene in Toxic, she didn't used The Flow to change her clothes realy fast, also, I Wanna Dance With Somebody used that same power at the ending of the song)

-Metal/Electrical manipulation (Bellis from "Daisy" uses her powers to manipulate the factory functions)

-"Animagus" (used by Felicia in 'Bloody Mary')

-Influence other people (I think that's the "base" power of The Flow, that is, being able to influence other people to do what you want/what you doing, maybe Night Swan powers is a EXTREME evolution of this power)

-Water manipulation

-Dream powers (Cthylla)

-Fire powers (Derkes, goddess of fire, and Luke Cypher)

-Firearms (Diego in Livin La Vida Loca)

-Giving powers to objects (Hairman hairdryer, Phone Girl phones)

-Telekinectic powers (revealed by the lore master that HTE, has those)

-Plant/fungus powers/manipulation (Amanita and Rosaria)

-Glass manipulation(?) (Icona Shard avatar)

-Rubik cubes manipulation (Rubika)

-Power to create ANYTHING (Selios)

-Shadow Manipulation (Shadow Rider in 'Judas')

-Screen manipulation (?) (Talia and Sandy)

-Butterfly manipulation (?) (Giulia and Mothingan)

-Ilusion (Iluquim)

If I forgot anything, please let me know.

Ok, ok, all this Flow thingi is quite interesting, but *how* does it work?

Well, I have a theory/headcanon, that, it's The Flow that choses its user, it's stated that everyone on the Danceverse, but only a few can use it, so my theory/hc is basicaly:

There's this person, this person has *mad* moves, The Flow looks at the person and thinks "damn, this person has mad moves!" then The Flow permits this person to utilize them, but here's the catch!

The Flow always gives the person the powers to manipulate what The Flow finds suitable for that person.

Example: Diego flowbend involves firearms, he has this power because The Flow saw that he would be the best suitable to have this power, Diego *could* have the power to create portals or air manipulation, but The Flow wouldn't let him because it doesn't find suitable for him, and even if he gets those powers, The Flow will try to resist on him trying to use.

Thanks for coming to my TED-talk.

[echoesofarcadiarp]

due to not posting within the allotted time, the following roles are now reopened:

natasha romanoff, felicia hardy, amora ; marvel

cirilla fiona ellen rhiannon, sabrina glevssig ; the witcher

zatanna zatara, pamela isley ; dc

din djarin ; star wars

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[satellitewar-archived]

don't be a bore, she taunts, but the mandalorian has learned not to take the bait. she can poke and prod and jest with him, bat her eyelashes, curve her lips into soft, mischievous smiles, but din, helmeted, hides everything within the unknown. as far as he knows, her playful teasing is all in good fun — felicia is far too smart to toy foolishly or without a goal in mind, which makes her all the more dangerous and all the more risky. if din even thought about putting his guard down, allowing her access, giving her more warmth than he's shown so far... that could become hazardous. hazardous for her, sure... but even worse for him. better to keep things cold and leave her guessing. felicia is bound to get bored of him someday.

when he indicates there may be danger, @bllakcat seems to respond well and appropriately. the joy and mirth in her eyes dies, replaced with severity — good. like he already knew, she's smart, smarter than many people give her credit for. she's not about to play dumb when their lives are at risk, and din likes that about her.

"table on the left." din's helmet hasn't moved. his body hasn't moved. his hand hasn't moved to his weapon. he's waiting. "they're looking at us." he doesn't want felicia to turn around and make her glance back obvious, so... at long last, din tilts his head. he indicates the sliver of booth beside him and lowers his arm from the back. "sit here." it's a command in a breath, quiet, barely audible. they need to be ready.

HOW THAT SMIRK RADIATES, : the charming appearance allows 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇, ... all done with intention. this is not the first, nor will it most certainly be the last he witnesses that sly grin, FACE TO FACE WITH TROUBLE EMBODIED! always eager for these games that have rules of her own, 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄! ... ❝ aw, come on now, don't be a bore. ❞ a tease, MEANT TO BE DARING! amusement found in the way sharp claws push his buttons, searching for reaction from concealed appearance. her chin comes to rest against her palm, leaning just an inch closer on the table, smirk never fading!

LIPS PAINTED BLACK OPEN AJAR, : yet, ironic as it is, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 ... whatever comment, with tongue dipped into a teasing tune would fall from her lips, die upon that silvertongue. the atmosphere changes almost immediately, &. IT TAKES TROUBLE TO RECOGNIZE TROUBLE! her voice more quiet now, leaning towards a more serious tune, ❝ always. ❞ the metallic cling of sharp claws becoming visible, the other hand below the table moving slowly towards her other weapon.

[lyricsssdotin]

Tu/You Lyrics

Singer:Armaan MalikLyricist:Kunaal Vermaa, Jack Edwards, Natania Lalwani, Felicia Ferraro Woh din jo tu mila thaMain yeh na jaanta thaHoga tu humsafar mera Main tujhe hi toh dhundhta thaNa jaane tu kahaan thaRehna hai umrbhar tera Jo kisi ka hua na tera ho gayaTu har bahaana mera ho gayaTere siva ek pal bhi kisika ko na doon All I do is think about youSab mil gaya jabse mila tuAll I do is…

[starrynightzky]

Nakaraan na nakakamultuhin

Yesterday ang unang libro ni Felicia Yap na isang kwento na umiikot sa isang pagpatay ng kabit ni Mark Evans, ang asawa ni Claire Evans sa isang mundo kung saan ang lipunan na nagkategorya sa dami ng mga nakaraang araw na naaalala nila. Ang mga bida nitong libro na si Mark, isang Duo, na nakakaalala ng dalawang araw sa nakaraan habang si Claire, isang Mono, na nakakaalala lang noong nakaraang araw. Puno ang libro ng maraming hindi inaasahang plot twist na nakakaaliw hanggang sa pagtatapos.

Nagustuhan ko ang mundo ng sci-fi kung saan itinakda ang aklat. Isang kawili-wiling mundo na mapaglagyan ang isang kuwento dahil ito ang nagpapaalala at nagpapahalaga sa akin kung gaano kahalaga ang mga alaala sa labas ng akademya at kung paano ito nakakaapekto sa ating mga aksyon sa hinaharap.

Ang tiyak na bahagi ng kuwento na nakakuha ng aking pansin ay sa pagtatapos ng bahagi. Sa aking opinyon, hindi kailangan ito at nakakabigo na pagtatapos. Masyadong mapagpatawad si Claire kay Mark na dinaya sa kanya, naging rason sa pagkamatay ng kanilang anak, naging dulot sa kanyang depresyon, at hinayaan siyang mamuhay malungkot at walang suporta. Sa kung paano isinulat ang natitirang bahagi ng libro at ang mga nakaraang aksyon ni Claire, magiging mas makatuwiran para sa kanya na mas magagalit at insultuhin si Mark o subukan pa niya na makaganti siya dahil sa lahat ng pinsala na ginawa niya sa kanyang buhay.

Ang nagiging mensahe ng aklat na ito na maiuugnay sa mga kasalukuyang kaganapan sa lipunan sa paraan sa pagkakahati ng lipunan sa sarili nito. Mayroong isang hierarchy ng kung sino ang tinatrato ng mas mahusay pero dapat ang lahat ay tratuhin sa parehong magalang na paraan. Pinapaalalahanan din tayo ng libro na mag-ingat sa ating mga kilos dahil mamaya sa kinabukasan, ito ay nagbabalik sa atin depende kung ito ay mabuti o masamang gawa. Ito ay nagpapaalala sa atin na ang mga aksyon ng ating nakaraan ay nakakaapekto sa ating kinabukasan at maaaring makaapekto sa mga taong nakakasalamuha natin.

ENTRY 1 - YESTERDAY NA ISINULAT NI FELICIA YAP Naisumite noong Nobyembre 19, 2023

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Ten

available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag for other chapters | warnings: very brief mention of blood, profanity, smoking

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Ten:

You tugged your black top, which had ridden up your midriff, back down towards your belt as you stormed into the Last Drop, shoving patrons as you passed through the crowd. Sevika was at a table, ashtray half-full and glass half empty.

Scowling, you grabbed her arm, the one concealed by her cloak. Your hand made contact with metal through the fabric.

She stared at you. “[name],” she said flatly. You snatched your hand away, balling it into a fist. 

“Tell me-“ you stabbed a finger at her chest, “there’s been men at my doorstep at least three times this week.”

She scoffed. “Probably because you run a brothel.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” you hissed. She stared at you, a frown carving a notch into her forehead, before nodding at her tablemates. Slamming her palms onto the surface a little too hard she slowly heaved herself up.

“Let’s talk somewhere else,” she said.

You watched as she went to a corner, nodding at a door. You stared at her incredulously.

“Go in there with you?” You yelled over the din. “You must be insane.”

She groaned, and within moments you were both standing outside.

“You look real different, dressed like a normal person.” She nodded at your toned-down appearance. You scowled, flicking a hair out of your face. “Almost didn’t recognise you.”

“Whatever.” You took out a cigarette, rolling it between your fingers between placing it in between your lips. You’d dropped any efforts to keep up your beguiling, siren-like facade around Sevika- there was no point. You flicked open your lighter, palm shielding the flame.

“So what’s all this about men outside the brothel?”

“They’ve been heckling my girls. And guys,” you added. “I assumed they had something to do with your- boss, considering the fact I have something he wants.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say his name, now that someone was actually listening.

Sevika must have taken notice of this, because her lips twitched. But she didn’t mention it. “You know, you look a lot like when we were younger. Before everything went to shit.”

“Did he send them?” Your voice was stone cold and hard. Sevika scowled at this.

“Of course he fucking didn’t. You think he’d stoop that low? I thought you knew him.”

You took a deep drag on your cigarette, not meeting her eyes as you exhaled. Your leg threatened to bounce with well-concealed anxiety. “Well, I don’t now. I want these bastards dealt with.”

Sevika crossed her arms. “Since when do I have to deal with your problems? Last I checked, it’s not you I’m working for.”

You scowled. “Well, something’s telling me that this is gonna be your problem soon enough,” you snapped. “Considering the fact that they’re looking for your boss.”

She paused. “Wait, what?”

“They keep bugging us about him. No idea why us,” you sneered, “because I’d rather shoot myself in the foot than be associated with you or his people, but sadly that’s the case. So hurry up and fix this before I send them your way for good.” You pushed the cigarette into her chest. “Enjoy, errand-girl.”

And with that you turned around and stalked off, pulling your coat around you as your brisk steps carried you away from the Last Drop. Breath misting in the air, you turned to look at Sevika. But all you saw was the door swinging shut as she disappeared back into the bar. 

-

You hurried back into the brothel, a gust of warm air enveloping you in a snug, cozy embrace. Immediately the feeling was quenched as you turned and saw a girl with big glassy eyes and mousy brown hair looking up at you, arms outstretched.

You gingerly shrugged off your coat and dumped it in her hands. She followed you to your office, hovering anxiously around the beaded curtains.

“What is it?” You sounded miffed.

“Your coat, Madam. I was instructed to leave it in your office.”

“Then why’d you make me take it off?” 

But nonetheless, you beckoned for her to come in. She placed it on a hook in the corner, and you curled your finger, calling her forwards. A cigarette dangling from your bottom lip, you placed something in her soft palm.

She unfurled her fingers. “Do you know what that is?” She shook her head.

You took it back from her, flicked it open, and pushed down. Flame erupted from the lighter, illuminating a freckle on her face. Her eyes widened and she shuffled back.

“Don’t be afraid,” you said, snapping it shut. You gently but firmly took hold of her wrist, tugging it forward and pushing it back into her hand. You leaned back, arm slung across the back of the couch, and gestured to your cigarette.

She leaned over the armrest and, with a trembling thumb, pushed down as you’d shown her. The flame jumped a little too close to your face and you moved your head back, eyes widening, as she hurriedly snapped it shut.

She froze, waiting for a reprimand. But you didn’t say anything, just sucked on the cigarette and smiled at her, eyes looking at her without turning your face. You tipped your head back and let the smoke curl in the air.

“Hand-eye coordination needs some work,” you commented. She nodded.

“Yes, Madam.”

“What’s your name?”

“Alice-“

Your eyes widened, chest tightening.

“-son.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Allison,” she repeated timidly. You were shaking, she noticed, and took a quick step back.

Chewing on your lip, your eyes crawled across her face desperately. She looked…

Scared.

You could taste blood on your tongue. You released your bloodied lip from between your teeth, then soothed it with your tongue.

This girl is not Alice, you reminded yourself. 

“You look tired,” you remarked, relaxing. “Have you been getting a good night’s sleep?”

“No,” she admitted silently. You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow. “The mattresses are hard,” she said regretfully. “Not that I’m complaining, Madam,” she added hastily.

You chuckled. “No, please. Feel free to complain.”

She couldn’t tell if you were being sarcastic or not, as you patted the spot on the couch next to you. She clambered onto the cushions obediently.

You took another thoughtful drag, then blew out the smoke, cigarette poised in between your fingers as you leaned into Allison.

“Will I tell you something important?”

She nodded, eyes wide.

“I used to have a daughter just like you.” You looked the girl up and down. “Same age, same eyes, same hair. Almost the same name.”

Allison knotted her little fingers together in her lap, looking up at you in wonder as you smoked some more.

“But she died.” Your tone was flat. 

Allison recoiled. “Killed by enforcers,” you continued. You looked at the little girl, silently staring at her.

Then you sighed.

“You can sleep on the couch tonight, if you want. A welcome change from the mattresses.” You leaned forward and stubbed out the cigarette on the ashtray that lay on the table, next to the long-wilted rose, and rubbed the bridge of your nose. “I’d have them changed if they weren’t the best we could afford in Zaun. Piltie bastards are probably sleeping well into the afternoon.”

She didn’t say anything.

“My bedroom is that door,” you told her, pointing to a door next to a bookshelf. “The office locks from the inside.”

“This is too generous, Madam,” Allison whispered.

You scoffed. “Not at all. You’ll have a job, you know.”

Allison looked up expectantly, and you stumbled around your words to find an excuse. “Uhh… clean up the office every now and then. And lock it once I go to bed.”

Allison smiled. “Alright.”

“And if I have anything else that needs tending to then expect the responsibility to fall to you, in the case that you’re able for such tasks.”

Allison nodded, bowing her head. “Yes, Madam.”

You flicked your hand at her. “Right, now… go away.”

Allison scuttled away into the front entrance of the brothel, cutting across and eventually disappearing into another narrow hallway. You followed after her, looking around. Beads, lanterns, curtains. Sickly sweet incense, mist swirling across the floor. A new client had just passed in through the doorway. She was looking behind herself nervously as she hurried in.

You silently watched her from the spot in the corner you’d chosen to lean on, obscured by the sheer fabric draped across the ceiling. She disappeared hand in hand with one of your men, and a tall, broad figure stepped into view.

Sevika.

You brushed the sheer drapes as you emerged, mist coiling around your feet as you walked.

“I thought we already spoke today,” you said steadily, expression even as you studied her face.

“What if I came here for your services?” She sounded amused.

“You don’t look like it. Hurry up, tell me what it is.”

Sevika squared her shoulders, gaze roving around the all-took familiar room. It eventually settled back on your face.

“He wants a meeting with you.”

“What?”

“You deaf?” She tilted her head. “He wants to meet with you in his office. Tomorrow night.”

“No.” Your response was fast.

You couldn’t face him. You’d rather never speak to him face to face again- your last in-person interaction, despite years ago, had been quite fond and you knew that whatever version of him you’d meet if you went would simply take on the image of the man you used to know.

Sevika frowned at you. “Are you okay?”

You were breathing hard. “No, I’m not. Get out.”

She stepped towards you. “[name].”

“What’s it about?” You hissed. “I’ll talk to you. Come on.” You stepped towards your office.

For a moment, you thought Sevika would protest, but she simply followed you silently after a quick moment of hesitation. You shut the door properly.

“Sit down.”

“I think I’ll stand.” There was a glint in her eye you didn’t miss.

“It wasn’t a request.”

Sighing and rolling her shoulders back, she assumed her usual position on the couch.

You didn’t sit down, choosing to remain standing. You crossed your arms, leg shaking. “What’s the issue?”

“It’s the men. They’re here for, er, other people.”

“What?” She couldn’t be any less clear- your pounding head was beginning to grow fuzzy. 

“You’re harbouring more wanted men and women than you think, or than you’d like to admit. We need to round them up, and finish them off,” she said steadily. You frowned at her.

“I’m not giving up innocent people,” you spat.

“Believe me, [name],” her voice was strained with exasperation. “They are far from innocent. Just hand them over, and this whole ordeal can be over. No more men at your door, no more Silco breathing down your neck.”

You took a deep breath, rubbing your face, considering her words.

“And I have your word that whatever happens to them next will be deserved, be it good or bad?” You asked quietly.

She was surprisingly solemn in her response. “You have my word.”

“Fine. I’ll round them up, and drop them off tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow night, the Last Drop. Ten o’clock.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, whatever you say. But-“ you held up your hand. “I want a trade.”

She stared at you. “What?”

You scowled. “You think I’ll just give away my men for free? I want something in return.”

She suppressed a groan. “And what might that be? Money? Shimmer?”

You bit your lip, thinking. “I need collateral.”

She stared at you blankly. “Well, we don’t have collateral.”

“Something I can hold over his head,” you ploughed on. She laughed. 

“You know I’m right here, right? It’s my boss you’re scheming against.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck. Whatever, just- give me men in return.” 

“Wh- men?”

“Employee for employee.” You’d fully regained your composure by now, and you adjusted the cuffs of your sleeves. “It’s only fair.”

She stared at you incredulously. “Well, who would you want?”

“I’ll take my pick when the time comes,” you hummed, waving her out. She scowled, flinging the door open. Hand still on the doorknob, she paused, twisting her head around.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” She snarled.

You grinned. “So I’ve been told.”

[meysinigang]

Blocked a lot of accounts that are not good for my mental health. It's nice. Bye felicia. ♡

Sa mga random people na wala namang ginawa sakin pero nasali sa mga gi-block ko, please know that it's not you. It's me and my trust issues. I am so sorry. Unblock ko din kayo soon.

[kelieah]

you know what, just to get back into all of this. send me some requests. i can’t promise they’ll be long and detailed like they used to be, but i wanna get something rolling. see how i feel you know? also can’t promise i’ll get back to you as fast as i used to, i’m working full time now!

send me a request! an idea, prompt, etc. (check the tags for who i prefer to write for at the moment)

i alsoo don’t know who to tag anymore so let me know if you want to be tagged again please and thank you <3

[psychedelic-ink]

sil's tv shows & movies masterlist.

*i do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, reposted or translated (without my knowledge)

Welcome to my new and improved masterlist--

Here you'll see all the tv shows/movies fandoms I've written so far; after clicking you'll be taken to the fandom's masterlist where you can find the character masterlists 💞

Feel free to ask me anything if there's any complications!

feel free to donate if you so desire, click to see my ko-fi page ☕

MARVEL MASTERLIST.

Includes but not limited to.

tasm!peter parker

matt murdock

kate bishop

felicia hardy

stephen strange

tom!peter parker

moonknight

miguel o'hara

THE BATMAN MASTERLIST.

Includes but not limited to.

bruce wayne

THE MANDALORIAN MASTERLIST.

TRIPLE FRONTIER MASTERLIST.

Includes but not limited to.

frankie morales

santiago garcia

CHARLIE COX CHARACTERS MASTERLIST.

Includes but not limited to.

michael kinsella

owen sleater

matt murdock

eat locals henry

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS MASTERLIST.

Includes but not limited to.

javier pena

javi gutierrez

din djarin

frankie morales

agent whiskey | jack

marcus pike

dave york

dieter bravo

pero tovar

ezra

marcus moreno

joel miller

OSCAR ISAAC CHARACTERS MASTERLIST.

duke leto

santiago garcia

william tell

poe dameron

moonknight (all alters)

miguel o'hara

THE LAST OF US MASTERLIST.

joel miller

tommy miller

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S MASTERLIST.

mike schmidt

[klumsymaid]

oh! a child? the orbs of blue traveled within the compound of the large dinning hall to find nothing but her and this child alone as the little one was unsupervised. felicia blinked lightly as the strawberry she was about to take a bite of came to a halt as she saw the way the child eyed the piece of fruit in her hand.

❝ oh .. would .. you care for some? ❞ the maid gently asked as she kneeled down to match the child's height and provided the strawberry that she was about to chomp down on.

Felicia has a small Violet looking hopefully up at the maid, was she a friend of her moms? she didn't know but she wanted one.

[skruttet]

Snufkin’s Bedtime Story: When Spring Woke Up (guess they reused this story lol)

Written by Felicia Stålkrantz & Illustrated by Jari Rasi

One evening when the family was sitting gathered in front of the fire, Moomin fixed a pair of sad, blue eyes on Snufkin and said:

“Tomorrow you leave and will not return until spring. And you don’t know for sure if there will be another spring.”

“It will be! For spring has promised to come every year, if she did not happen to fall asleep. In that case, I promise to wake her,” said Snufkin and lit his pipe and began to recount:

Most times I have come back to Moominvalley from my travels, spring has come before me. But once I was allowed to wake up Miss Spring.

I felt a little tired of the eternal summer in the south where I spent the winter.

Now I want to go home to Moominvalley, I thought, and packed my backpack.

This time I took a different path than I used to. I had to climb mountains and step into plunging depths and on hard creaking snow, but it was refreshing after the heat in the south. When I stood on a high mountain top, I saw a fog-covered valley below. It would be a detour to get down into the valley, instead of continuing up to the next mountain peak. But it was more exciting to look for what was hidden in the fog.

As I approached the valley, something strange happened to the snow. It got wetter and stopped crackling under my boots. It fell from the spruces and the icicles on my hat brim began to melt. The closer I got, the faster the snow disappeared and it soon became bare ground.

The strangest thing of all was that blue flowers and white flowers grew in the groves. When the spruce forest ended, there were birches that began to turn faintly green. Now there was no fog anymore, when I looked up at the sky it was as blue as Moomin's eyes. The sun was shining and the air was cool and crystal clear.

A large and spruce apple tree strewn with pink-white flowers grew in the middle of the valley. It seems nice to sit there, I thought. When I then heard birds chirping, a melody was born in my head. I took out my harmonica and out of it came the melody humming like spring itself. It was nice to sit there by myself and just play and play. After a while, the crown of the apple tree rustled and then a clear voice was heard humming along to the melody. And after a while, a song was also formed that sounded like this:

Efter vinterns bistra natt (After the bitter night of winter)

pryder blommor nu din hatt (flowers now adorn your hat)

Där man förr såg vita drivor (Where you used to see white drifts)

ses tussilago och gullvivor. (see coltsfoot and primroses.)

Vårens vind, lätt och sval (Spring wind, light and cool)

nalkas sakta Mumindal. (slowly approaches Moominvalley.)

Grått blir blått och vitt blir grönt (Grey turns blue and white turns green)

Solen värmer kinden skönt (The sun warms the cheek nicely)

I varje rede, gryt, och ly (In each nest, burrow, and shelter)

hörs ett fasligt pip och gny (a terrible peep and whimper is heard)

Nya ungar kikar fram i ljuset (New youngsters peek out into the light)

Dags att vakna upp i muminhuset! (Time to wake up in Moominhouse!)

When I looked up in surprise, I saw a green-clad, smiling girl climbing down from the apple tree. She had long, reddish-yellow hair, pink lips and light green eyes.

“Hi Snufkin, are you not unusually early this year,” the girl said.

“Well, I guess I'm rather late, because I took a detour.

“Do we know each other by the way?”

“Yes, at least I know you well, because I usually come before you to Moominvalley. My name is Miss Spring and I live here in the apple tree. I sleep up here all the time I do not walk around the world and make spring.

“You played a spring song and then I had to sing a song that suited the melody,” the girl said, “and it was really lucky that you woke me up, because I have apparently fallen asleep this year.”

Miss Spring had slept unusually long because the ice cover had been so heavy and thick around the valley.

Now she had a lot to do. She has to get around the world and above all to Moominvalley so that the Moomin family would not also oversleep. Or, oh horrible thought, wake up and believe that spring would not come that year.

Then Miss Spring and I kept company back to Moominvalley. She was a very nice companion to take with me on the road. I promised her that if she fell asleep again, I would come back to the apple tree and wake her with a spring song.

Now the snow had completely melted away and the migratory birds could find their way back again. The fox began to shed his old winter coat to later dress in beautiful reddish brown. The bear awoke himself in his den. The snowdrops sprouted and Moomintroll woke up and stretched in his bed. Little My opened an angry eye when a ray of sunshine played on the tip of her nose.

“Yes, that's what happened when I woke up in the spring,” Snufkin ended his story.

“Now I can sleep peacefully in winter when I know we will surely meet again in the spring,” Moomin said sleepily.

End

[asongofthingsilove]

I was sad on thursday and my friend is so adorable and amazing that she went and bught me chocolate for when i came back after my lesson (i only had the chance to hug her before i had to go to the lesson, she had a free period). I didnt even realize she bought it for me specifically before she said later that day “I couldn’t find your favourite”

[satellitewar-archived]

🔥 for din hehe

send me a 🔥 and i'll tell you one thing my muse finds attractive about yours / accepting / for @bllakcat

↪ felicia is totally unpredictable and independent. felicia is both a powerful force of nature with capabilities beyond anyone's expectations... and a very subtle, sneaky figure able to infiltrate even the most complex of situations. she has both dominated her way into din's bubble... and snuck her way in. he wasn't expecting her. if he wanted to kick felicia out of his life, he wasn't ready to guard against the infiltration. she's very easily won her way into his affections and interest, and he never knows what she's going to do next. that's very attractive to din.

↪ arra is intimidated by felicia's prowess... and naturally that shyness and slight discomfort quietly folds in on itself and becomes a quiet attraction that grows. arra doesn't know how to approach felicia. she doesn't know what to make of her. all the power in the force and all her abilities are no match for felicia's soft smile and playful habits. felicia both confuses her... and interests her deeply.