#fixing that god awful elite

[genderfluid-fenrir-daily]

Day 25: I HATE the hair on Mille's elite, she should've gotten this instead!!!!!

Also she's wearing a thin dress or nightgown, like one of those horror movie villain girls, and is levitating slightly off the ground for some reason. The F-NATT mines look more like vials of a potion. Her eyes are glowing blue. Bullets ricochet off her.

Or actually maybe something like this:

[gremlingottoosilly]

Maid-up problems (Konig x maid!Reader)

Konig goes to a maid cafe. Billions must perish. Tags and CW: yandere Konig, obsessive and creepy behaviour, Konig is a bit of a perv, colonel loser Konig, maids and maid cafes, general fluff, slight age difference, slight size difference, mostly from Konig's pov. AO3

— Welcome home, master. What your maid I get for you today, hm? König just died and went to heaven. Heaven consists of pretty girls running around in fluffy skirts, little aprons and putting on adorable headbands with white ruffles. Heaven filled with the smell of reheated pastries and pre-made snacks, with neutral sweet perfume and the stench of sweat from the customers. Heaven is filled with angels who run around in maid costumes and call him master – and all of this without going through the hassle of finding a cosplay-friendly prostitute in Vienna.

He honestly rolled his eyes the first time he saw the post about a new maid cafe opening in town. Horangi was the one to show him - the bastard didn’t even live in Austria and yet had followed all the news, maybe to only make fun of his colonel. He knows that the tiger has his dirty secrets too – ido girls, idol boys, some new band every week that he’d spend his paycheck to get all possible merch. Changing his gambling addiction to a k-pop one – all while his glorious commander is going crazy from the new maid hentai he just watched. Honestly embarrassing at his age…but he doesn’t care. He has money for the exclusive translations and elite figures – and he has some time on leave to visit the damn maid cafe. Then König meets you. He died, went to heaven and was greeted with an angel…no, a goddess. In a frilly apron, short skirt and adorable, albeit a bit embarrassed smile. You had your persona on – dorky and clumsy, useless little maid that customers liked to scold when you’d almost drop their drinks and then fake cry while apologizing. Some sadistic bastards like to play pretend by calling your manager while you’d beg for them not to. Some perverts with a hero complex would play into your pleads. König stares in awe as you drop the menu accidentally, not forgetting to show off your cleavage as you pick it up. Brushing it off with your finger, looking so tiny and shy…god, he fucking adores you already. — S…so sorry, master. Please, forgive me for dropping the- — It’s okay. Don’t worry, ja? 

He reaches for your hand, but you shoo it away. No touching – the cafe policy, as dumb as it sounds. He knows it’s for your own good, to protect you from perverts and creeps – but you shouldn’t be so scared about touching him. He would have to train you to do this after. nothing that a few touches of a good military discipline wouldn’t fix though – and he is very good at breaking down dumb recruits and annoyingly stubborn people. Oh. Right. He still kinda has to order. His gaze immediately flicks to the most expensive thing on the menu – an exclusive dessert, probably too sweet for his tastes. He will have to make do though – there isn’t much on the menu, certainly is zero alcohol so drunk guests wouldn’t harass the maid girls, and a tiny portion of an omelet with some ketchup hearts squeezed all over it certainly isn’t to his tastes either. No, König had his eyes – covered by glasses, of course, he didn’t want to show off his scars and the expression of a serial killer forced to work in mercenary forces to cute girls in ruffled aprons – on a different prize. You. 

And the exclusive photos and a hug from any waitress of the fine establishment that would come with this overpriced order. 

König has never seen the manager of this cafe, but he is ready to give them all money he has – just for implementing this feature into the menu. Just for selling off their girls to any customer who is willing to pay almost 50 Euros for a piece of a pretty regular cake and some coffee. 

You stare at his order for a few seconds, your mouth going agape. He is not hurt – it was weird, after all, for a guy like him to order something as silly as this. You’re probably weirded out, thinking that he accidentally put his finger on the order – but you know better than to ask again and risk him changing his mind. Your cafe gives off bonuses if guests want to take a picture with you so, naturally, you’re all smiles and nods, tilting your head to the side as you say, ever-so-sweetly, that you’d be back with his order. Now…is König ashamed of liking the pretty little maid so much? Not really, to be completely honest, he kinda adores having you around, and he’d pay even more for the opportunity to touch you. Too bad your cafe isn’t a front for some other body business – he’d be happy to raid it on the part of special forces and then save you from such a gruesome fate by making you his wife. 

König wonders if your cafe has themed days. Maybe catgirls, cosplay, maybe housewives. 

König wonders if he can get your number. Then his gaze falters to the reflection of his face in the screen of his phone – and, no, not going to happen. Not when he is fresh out of deployment, barely showered, and thrown a clean hoodie on which does very little to cover the smell of blood clinging to his body. It’s his cross to bear – his victims scratching at his ankles as the colonel sips on complimentary water from a pink glass and looks at all the other losers who coming to this fine establishment. 

You’re lucky it’s a slow day – if König saw you being so sweet and touchy with some other lousy customer, he might have shot the whole place up. Master does not tolerate his silly servant being so nice to others, after all. 

— Your coffee, master. 

He whips out a stack of bills already, way more than what he was supposed to pay even with the exclusive offer he ordered. Your mouth opens to stop him, to remind him of the actual price of everything – then he breaks whatever good intentions you had when he starts to speak, his voice muffled a bit because of his black surgical mask. 

— Do you have a boyfriend? 

Oh. 

Now, under normal circumstances, you’d yell for the manager to come and pick you up. You’d scream bloody murder and alert other girls and clients that you’re having a bad customer who is going into harassment mode very quickly – asking such personal questions at this place is something that shouldn’t be happening, no sir. Totally not happening. 

But…the work has been a bit slow lately. You didn’t get as many bonuses as you wanted to, and the rent is coming up, and the phone bill is getting more expensive…sometimes you just got unlucky and his a streak of customers not liking your particular archetype – so if this weird dude who is totally killing people in his spare time wants a bit more than usual service and is definitely ready to pay for it. 

You might have had a thing for guys in masks. Big, muscular guys in masks who looks like they can choke you with their thighs and then fucking destroy you. With money who can get you a bit closer to your savings goal. So, you’re not calling your manager, your friends, or the police. So, you play into the fantasy for a little bit, remembering all the acts your supervisors drilled into your head. — Of course I don’t, master. I’m here for you, remember? You smile and nod, hoping it will be enough. Hoping a guy like him could be satisfied with something as silly as this, something as tiny. You touch his hand a bit later, making sure to hold him for a while longer. A simple trick to enhance the amount of tip you can get – even tho you feel like playing with fire when you touch this guy so sweetly. 

And, oh, König is…done for. Smitten. Shot right in the heart through his cock, somehow. This man survived battle after battle, destroyed more small countries than there is letters in his real name, but he was defeated by a pretty girl in a maid outfit in a cafe made for incels and otaku wannabees. If any of his lower officers saw him right now, with ears and cheeks burning angry red, with his heavy breathing and obvious, but concealed by table hard-on, he would be done for. 

But, oh god, aren’t you just beautiful? 

Obviously embarrassed and maybe a bit shy – he thinks it’s probably just your persona, a way to milk tips from the customers who like to play dominant, but König doesn’t even need to play. He knows he’d have to take you by the end of your shift, whatever this time might be. He is not the best person for the romance job, but he’ll be damned if he let a pretty thing like you just run away like a silly girl you are. 

— Can I have your phone number? You want to say no, he can’t have your phone number. The guy smells of gunpowder and blood, looks like he is going to shoot the entire venue down if you disagree with him, and you do not want to die like a hero for a job that pays barely above minimum wage for the amount of public humiliation you have to endure to ensure good tips. The guy smells like danger and a bad time and a long conversation with your manager about the types of guests that they allow into this fine establishment. 

You want to say no and yell but, then again, there are multiple factors that are screaming against such rush decisions. A huge chunk of money he still has in his valet is, embarrassingly enough, one of the biggest decision-making points. — We’re not really allowed to give our phone numbers, master… His hand goes to his pocket. 

You’re not sure if he is touching his cock, his gun, or another stack of bills right now – but all of the options are kinda making you want to die before you can check your answers. It’s going to be bad either way, so you tilt your head to the side, trying to look as innocent as possible. 

— But I can make an exception! 

He actually startles, looking at you like you just agreed to marry him. You probably would, with enough bullet threats – but you still bite your tongue, not wanting to give the crazy guy an idea. You actually don’t know if he is crazy or not – but taking your chances isn’t something you want to do on a nice Monday dead work day. 

You can see relief in his eyes. A little wrinkles of smile, too – his mouth is covered by a mask, but you’re almost sure he is grinning like an idiot under this thing. Oh no…you just insulted a customer in your mind. It’s really bad for business. 

You write your number down and pass it right to his hand without anyone noticing…you hoped so, at least – you don’t want other customers to order the same special treatment and you know that the manager would have your head for overstepping the rules so much. No one would care that you’re saving this fucked up place from a massacre – they would only care about arbitrary rule-breaking. You lick your lips and smile as his hand lingers on you a bit too long. 

His hands are big and warm, too – you’re getting lost in the touch, as he carefully caresses the back of your palm with his thumb. He is…surprisingly tender. As much as a killing machine can be tender, of course – but you do appreciate a softer, milder touch. You do appreciate his hands on your body, caressing it softly and maybe even leaning you for a kiss and a quick…

Oh god, what are you thinking. You need to stop, immediately. 

He pulls from his table suddenly and you almost feel like you fucked up, somehow. Maybe he did wanted something a big more than what you were willing to give, maybe this guy wanted you in a way that was not friendly for the cafe – but he swoops you by your waist before you could say anything before your hands could go upright and smack him – and you stop right before hearing him saying the dreadful words. The words you wished he wouldn’t have enough money to say. 

God, this is hopeless. 

— Can I get my special offer now? 

König makes it sound like the special offer would include you on your knees, choking on his cock. König makes it sound like it would include you on your back, taking pounding from him while he tugs on your dumb apron and tells you to cry for your master. König makes it sound like the short skirt of your outfit was not covering you enough, he makes it sound perverted, horrible, utterly despicable, he makes it sound like…

God, he doesn’t have enough self-control for you. 

You just…look so scared. Nervous. You play with the fabric of your costume in your hands as the other maid – some faceless pretty thing for him, with his eyes glued to your side anyway – was making pictures. Polaroid, is overpriced for a couple of photos he will get…but he doesn’t care if he has to blow off an entire contract bonus if that means getting some bonus from you. 

He gets to hold your waist and it’s so easily to imagine digging his fingers to your sides as he fucks you with as much passion as he could gather. It’s easy to imagine his cock pumping into you, your tummy bulging from the sheer size difference between you and him – poor thing, you’d probably be terrified as he would force himself onto you. Maybe you’d clutch your little apron adorably and beg for him to stop. Maybe you’d ask him to be rougher and more passionate – to make you his in all sorts of ways. He just…he can’t imagine not taking you home after this. 

He hugged you, it’s basically a marriage proposal already. 

You try your best to ignore the way his hand slips down, almost to the point of groping your ass. You ignore it, the girl who is taking the pictures ignores it too. No one wants a scandal, no one wants to point this out – everyone knows how tips are made here, and you sure as hell won’t be putting yourself in danger just because you feel his giant hand fondling you through the fabric of your silly dress. You forgot the protective shorts too - so there is only a matter of underwear and skirt between his hand and your ass. 

Somehow, the sensation isn’t as terrible as you want it to be. Somehow, you feel like tips aren’t the only thing that keeps you from screaming at him. 

König died and went to heaven – this much is obvious. He is taking a picture with a pretty girl, he touches a pretty girl in maid's suit and she doesn’t even say anything to him. He just went out from a successful contract that would keep his pockets full for a few months and went straight for his savings, and he killed more people than the last week – god, life is fucking beautiful. He fondles your ass with his hand, other is awkwardly limp to his side, and he already knows that he will be a regular here. 

He hates getting his pictures taken – it’s normal for people in his line of work, being a mercenary and a socially active person isn’t something wise if you don’t want an enemy finding out where you live, but he doesn’t really care anymore – he will keep the pictures with you, hold it in his wallet and put a spare one in his vest pocket. You can be his little guardian angel, the pretty girl who is waiting for him to return. 

And he does have your number with him. 

— Are you happy with the pictures, master? 

You tilt your head and König forces down the urge to squeeze your cheeks and kiss you. They way you say this, the way you call him master – he simply can’t resist, not when you’re too fucking adorable to miss out on. He knows it’s inappropriate, he knows you’re just working here, but it doesn’t stop him from leaving a hefty tip and making sure you know exactly what made him leave so much. 

God, he can’t wait to make you his. 

König wonders if you’d agree to wear a skimpier outfit once you’re at the safety of his house. 

[tabl3]

elite force incorrect quotes compilation

chase, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.

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chase: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night. bree: All I drank was Redbull! chase: How many? bree: Eighteen.

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oliver: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. kaz, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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kaz: You have any sunscreen? skylar: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire— kaz: It's for my marshmallow ya dummy.

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kaz: Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to fear how much they love me.

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(the saga)

bree: chase? I mixed redbull with coffee and now I can see sounds, should I worry? chase: bree, I swear to god—

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oliver: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. chase: oliver: Vroom vroom, come out already.

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skylar: You didn’t cry when bambi’s mother died?! chase, sarcastically: Yes, it was very sad when the guy stopped drawing the deer.

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chase, to the squad: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

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bree, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! skylar, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids. kaz: What the fuck are you guys doing? bree: Playing systemic oppression.

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bree: Hey, oliver. These candies you gave me? They sucked. oliver: But you ate them all. bree: I had to make sure they all sucked.

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skylar: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke? chase: I only like dark humor. skylar, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle? chase: skylar: An IMPASTA!

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bree: I hate you sometimes. kaz: Well according to this picture chase drew of us holding hands that's not true. bree: kaz, you drew that. kaz: It doesn't matter.

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skylar: The greatest trick the devil ever played was getting me banned from an all you can eat pizza buffet. bree: Why’d you get banned? skylar: Touched the rat. bree: … What rat? skylar: Chunky Cheese.

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bree: Why is skylar crying on the floor? chase: She took one of those 'which elite force member are you?' quizzes. bree: And? chase: She got oliver.

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oliver: Why are you drinking? kaz: I drink when I'm depressed. oliver: But you're always drinking? kaz: smug grin

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skylar: Can you PLEASE peer pressure me into doing my project? kaz: Do it or you're straight. skylar: I said peer pressure, NOT THREATEN!

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skylar: heading out to see bree oliver: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! skylar: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

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kaz: skylar has discovered "deez nuts" jokes and it's all she says now. Everything is deez nuts. She simply can't stop. kaz: I asked skylar where she learned that joke. She made me promise she wouldn't get in trouble if she told me. I agreed. kaz: So she leans in and whispers, "deez nuts."

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bree: I feel like the world would be better if I'd never been born. chase: Aw… that's not true. chase: It'd be exactly the same. chase: You're not important.

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kaz, to bree: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up! bree: proceeds to kick him in the shin and run away chase, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call bree cute or small.

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chase, referring to oliver and kaz: Those guys are dorks. skylar: Yes, but they’re my dorks.

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kaz: I think chase is in trouble. oliver: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

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oliver: So anyways have y'all seen chase? bree: I think he went in kaz's room 'studying'. skylar: Doubt that. I heard groans there. Meanwhile in kaz's room chase & kaz, fighting:

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chase: What do we say when life disappoints us? kaz: Called it! chase: No.

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kaz: I may be stupid. bree: … kaz: Oh, did you think I was going to finish that sentence?

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villain: You’re too late, Superdorks! You'll never stop me now! skylar: That’s where you’re wrong, evildoer! We WILL stop you, with the powers of: chase: Friendship! kaz: Harmony! bree: Incredible violence. oliver: And love!

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chase: out cold on the ground oliver: Oh my god, do you think he's okay?! kaz, holding a bucket of ice water: Who cares?! dumps all of the water on chase’s face

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skylar: Your smug self-assuredness is revolting. kaz: I think we need to validate self confidence more, lest you end up angry at others for having even a sliver of it. I've done nothing wrong and I have a heart of gold. oliver: I think this message is extremely valid, but also kaz has implied wanting to set off the Yellowstone supervolcano, so what's the truth? kaz: I want to set it off.

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oliver: We wouldn’t last two minutes without chase. oliver: oliver: Don’t tell him I said that.

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oliver: Go to sleep or you'll hate yourself in the morning! chase: I'll hate my self in the morning regardless.

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kaz: Reverse tooth fairy where you leave money under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes and leaves you a bunch of teeth. oliver: Why? kaz, shaking a bag of teeth: Just because.

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bree: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

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kaz: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think. skylar: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult.

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chase: I owe you one. kaz: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

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skylar: Two years ago, I married my best friend. skylar: kaz is still mad about it, but me and chase were drunk and thought it was funny.

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chase: Oh, so you two are getting along very… cordial now? kaz: Cordial? Nah, we're friends. chase: Friends? kaz: Yeah. After you stopped us fighting, we got to talking. Seems like we have some common interests. bree: We both love butterflies. chase: Aww– bree: And beating people up. chase: Oh, okay.

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chase: Everyone synchronise your watches. skylar: I don't know how to do that. oliver: I don't wear a watch. bree: Time is a construct.

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kaz: Are you reading fan fiction? oliver, reading an article about extremely rare diseases: Wh- No. kaz: Oh, is it on AO3? oliver: This is CNN.

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chase: Pose as a team because SHIT JUST GOT REAL!

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skylar: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t. chase: skylar, please! skylar: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

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chase: How do you do that? kaz: I'm fearless. bree: I saw you run from bees yesterday. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad. kaz: I'm mostly fearless.

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chase: Come on, skylar. Nobody actually believes that kaz is in love with me. skylar, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that kaz is helplessly in love with chase. Everyone raises their hand chase: kaz, put your hand down.

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skylar: We need to distract these guys. kaz: Leave it to me. kaz: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. chase & bree: immediately begin arguing

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kaz: running towards chase with open arms chase: moves out of the way kaz: Hey, why'd you move?! chase: I thought you were going to attack me. kaz: I was going to hug you! chase: Why would you hug me? kaz: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

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chase: skylar, I think we have a problem. skylar: What, the fire? chase: No, the- wait, what fire? skylar: Oh forget about it, this sounds more interesting.

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chase: I called you like ten times! Why didn’t you pick up? oliver: remembers dancing to the ringtone oliver: I didn’t hear it.

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bree: Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies? oliver: Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials. kaz: It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby. chase: Rock also defeats baby.

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oliver: If God’s ever been mad at anything I’ve ever said, he hasn’t done shit about it. oliver: So he either doesn’t care or he’s a coward.

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bree, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? skylar: grabs and chugs the entire bottle skylar: skylar: It's perfume.

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kaz: I want to kiss you. chase, not paying attention: What? kaz: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

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oliver: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. bree: bree: I'm gonna tell him. skylar: Don't you dare.

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oliver: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds. kaz: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work? oliver: NO-

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oliver: Not to brag, but I can go into the Spirit Halloween without crying.

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chase: What do people in relationships even do? skylar: Care about someone with your whole heart and dedicate your life to making them happy. chase: Okay. Didn't ask. kaz: Asks question kaz: "Didn't ask" chase: Thanks for the play by play, Captain Fuck.

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oliver: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions. chase: Ridiculous. Give me some examples. kaz: Wasps? bree: Terriers? oliver: bree.

[base0h]

Hiii🙏🥺I saw ur event nd I wondering if it's okay if I requested some Whitebeard with 5) dinner with your family ,just make it pure crack plz ur humour is elite and I feel just Dad whitebeard Just trying to have a good family dinner with his 258 child he adopted is a good time 🧍🫰🫰 plz nd thank uu

a/n - oh my god. YES. MY TIME HAS COME. aw that makes me so happy that my humor is funny 😭💜💜 imagine how many dishes there’ll be 💀💀 I added Oden and his friends because they’re a part of the crew too :)

headcanon prompt 5

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, crack/fluff, platonic

- dinner with your family was… fun??

- you were helping your pops set the table with thatch while the others were busy wrapping some last minute presents

- it was cold on the ship, so everyone was either shivering in a little ball by the fire, or they were absolutely immune to the cold (ace+marco)

- the amount of plates you had to set on the table was ridiculous

- and god was there going to be a fight over who had to wash all these

- “Y/n!!! Is dinner ready yet?! I’m starving-“ Ace said, scaring the absolute shit out of you from behind

- you ended up kicking him in the face, which was pretty amazing since he was so tall-

- poor ace

- “Ace! Didn’t mean to kick you-!”

- “….mhm.”

- he was holding back tears, it hurt so bad 😭

- Thatch was lecturing him how he couldn’t cry because that wouldn’t be manly or some shit as Marco tried to give him and ice pack

- “Y/n, can you round them all up in here?” Whitebeard asked, sitting down in his chair, handing you the bell

- You grinned, this part was your favorite

- you stepped outside and onto the tallest place of the deck, bracing yourself with an excited smile on your face

- you started shaking the bell as loudly and as obnoxiously as you could

- Izou woke up, falling off the bunk bed, messing up his hair

- Oden was absolutely frightened 💀 he was running around trying to see who was attacking and where the danger was so he could “pulverize” it

- This was their first Christmas with the whitebeard pirates! You had to make it memorable for them!

- you took a deep breath, grabbing every single amount of energy from your stomach

- “DINNNERRRRRR!” You yelled, your voice seeming to absolutely shake the entire ship

- poor izou. he kept trying to fix his hair since it was all messy from sleeping, but with your screaming, he was too distracted

- he couldn’t get his lipstick right either 😭😭😭

- there was a thud, and then all of the crew, all of your siblings started crashing through the door, sitting down at all the tables with an enormous amount of energy

- “What is all this?” Oden asked you with an amazed gaze, staring at the many plates laid out on the tables

- “It’s a feast, welcome to the crew!” You said cheerfully, jumping down and waving to all of your bright and happy family

- ace thought carrying seven plates at once was an amazing idea, so he had three on each arm, and one on his head

- what was nice is that the food stayed warm since he’s literally made out of fire 👍

- Oden literally jumped down, almost landing on top of ace before he managed to dodge

- Oden was just as excited as everyone else, and he started jumping around with Marco and the others

- whitebeard walked out with the biggest plate of meat you’d ever seen

- thatch had really outdone himself this time :)

- it was a large family, but it was a damn good one

- whitebeard was telling ace not to drink to much since he was so young still

- “Idiot- you’re not an adult yet.”

- “Pops it’s fine! We’re pirates!”

- he ends up chugging the whole bottle and then whitebeard had to carry him to bed at 7pm (for reference this party ended at around 2am)

- izou had finally emerged from his room, his hair done, and his makeup done perfectly

- it took him an hour+ but-

- at the end of dinner, you were helping thatch and marco clean up while the others put all the chairs and tables away

- you came to see that the kitchen sink was full of an ungodly amount of plates

- you were about to ask your brothers something, but when you turned around, they were gone

- “YOU JERKS! GET BACK HERE!”

- they had already run away 💀 fucking assholes

- ew. The dishes were about to literally overflow from the sink 🥲

- whitebeard peeked inside, dragging Marco and Thatch inside by their collars, “Do the damn dishes. Don’t make your sister do all of them.”

- “….ok pops.”

- they had no choice but to listen to him, or who knows what would happen

- it was a chaotic Christmas, but spending it with your family made it so much better

- having help with the dishes was all thanks to whitebeard, what would you all do without him??

- marco would’ve ended up looking like this bitch for the whole series. Whitebeard gave him his glowup ✨

a/n - sorry but Marco looks like he woke up high on some shit 💀

[r95irth]

For the salty ask list: 25 and 10 regarding MDZS

Aw thank you for playing the game with me ^^

10 - Most disliked arc and why?

I'm going to anger my beta-reader Nasha...but I really disliked the Yi city arc, for several reasons (mostly stupid ones one stupid and one more legitimate than the other) The more legitimate one...It felt ouf of the story, like different from the rest (which makes sense since it's a story that MTXT wrote in high school and decided to implement last minute), I didn't like that there was no-prexistence for XY, XXC and SZC before. I did like WWX being a teacher in this and it was fun but that's it. I didn't even really vibe with the romantic couple of the arc (sorry XXC/SZC and XY U-U) I do like XY and A-Qing a lot (and Ouyang Zizhen whom shined in this arc) but huh that's it. It doesn't help that it's a moment of the story I was struggling with the power system and didn't understand much of how WW could do this and that (it was the beginning, so I waited for an explanation that never came, used to the way western books do, which is on me).

The stupid reason is that someone put the kids in danger and nailed dead cats for that. Which automatically make them the ultimate villain for me. You kill cat you're irredeemable in my book *runs away*

25 - How would you end MDZS? Would you change the ending ?

Ah, hard question. I really loved MTXT, I wouldn't change much from it? But at the same time I would changes some things.

Maybe make the theme a little more clearer because obviously some readers didn't get it, but there's always people not reading it like the author intend to. You can't fight that. So yeah...

My author side adores the parallel between LXC and JGY and their parents (the same way LWJ and WWX mirror it) adore the first sentence being "Wei Wuxian is dead hurray!!" and you spend the whole book learning that actually, not hurray at all...And the last line "JGY is dead, hurray!!" (when really not hurray). I think though this would have needed to be more highlighted, by giving more time / more development in the extra. With the cultivation world being in trouble because now they have lost their best administrator, and they have NHS who is not a good plotter or a good administrator either and destroyed everything in his revenge path. I would have more Wangxian getting a bit held responsible for some things because I'm sorry they are not acting to righteous by hiding the truth from LXC and going in their honeymoon phase and abandoning everything else. I do love seeing them happy, and I adored the incense burner extra but huh I feel they replaced important story bit we would have needed xD I would have also loved to see the Lan sect and the Nie sect getting a bit exposed for their hypocrisy (especially the Nie sect and they almost demonic cultivation saber)

But on the other hand I also hate the way MDZS ended with that loop. (I know I'm human, I'm complicated TT) I wanted JGY to get away and survive, because I'm tired of the "commoner who rose to the top and ended up being "corrupted" (aka playing their rules) being punished and proving the point of elite that letting them (commoners) in is actually worse than letting the system as it is" I really really hate that. I would rather have him flee and prosper in another place.

OR BETTER, my ideal ending is JGY ascending. like I said on twitter and then Shiome did an awesome fix-it au art like a week later (satiating my urge to write the au) - linking MDZS and TGCF together by having JGY ascend as a god, paving that once again you don't have to be perfect to be a god (im sorry if you hadn't read tgif, know that every gods in there is guilty of something). I would have loved that type of ending because we avoid the trope and JGY ends up being a bit right and doing the middle finger to everyone (look at Shiome's perfect art!!). and make the overall theme even clearer aka, the problem is the society. think that'd be my ultimate perfect ending for MDZS U-U° (and I could write an happy ending for xiyao, since Wangxian got their, they are fine they don't need extra help).

I'm going to be a little weird again, but as much as I love JC, I would to change anything to his story. Not even Chengxian reconciliation. I do love to reconcile them in my fics, but I do like that in the book they just...Are cordial to each other and not angry anymore but not friend/back to what they used to be. I just find it more realistic. People who's been following me for a long time know I'm picky with redemption arc and forgiveness. Not all characters needs to be forgiven/to forgive, I like diversity and some not forgiving. (I like some never forgetting, forgiving, and live their life without being portrayed as resentful) which I feel is a bit the case for JC. (as much as JC can be at least).

[shanie]

Shanie's Action Figure Update! 6/19/2023

SPECIAL EDITION!

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So I haven't done one of these in awhile, but this isn't a normal update. This is specifically an update on my "Collections".

Because really, nobody ever asked for my picspam posts so maybe a text post you can skip is more palatable.

Discussion of Sami, Kevin, AEW Women, and The Bloodline figures under cut.

So in case any of you didn't know, I have "Collections" of things. namely, sets of figures that I'm trying to complete for display as a whole.

One of these Collections is a full, main line set of each First Time In Line AEW Womens figures.

The only update to that is that I have Jamie Hayter coming MOC in a protector some time in the near future. It was on backorder so I'm waiting for it to come in from Ringside Collectibles. But I will get it eventually.

That is all I need from that for the moment as there are no other figures out there right now. Although I need to get a loose Ruby Soho for my shelf.

The second collection I'm working on is my Zowens Matched Sets MOC collection.

That one, I have TWO updates for!

I just bought the Yep Movement Kevin Elite MOC. Good price, looks like it's in great condition. I already have the clamshell for it, I just need to have it delivered and put on my wall with the others.

The second one I bought was the Elite 101 Wrestlemania 38 Kevin.

Yeah, I gave in. I'm getting the WM38 figures.

Of course, Kevin WILL be opened. Very carefully. And his SCSA shirt is coming off and his heads getting swapped before being put back in the case and THEN put on my wall. I want him displaying his ACTUAL WM38 look if he's going next to Sami. (Sidenote: I really really hate that Sami figure, but it is what it is.)

That means the only figures left to get for that wall right now is the Yep Movement Sami (See below) and Wrestlemania 38 Sami.

And yeah, the Sami is still at Ringside, but that Sami, OMG SAMI.

Finally, my Extended Bloodline collection!

That one, I have a single update on. I bought a loose Elite 40 Umaga in the black and red (of course) which will be a placeholder on the shelf until I can find a way to make, buy, or commission a set of 3 Minute Warning figures. OCD prefers matched sets and having Umaga and Superhero Rosey rubs the sharkskin the wrong damn way, especially because there is no Superhero Rosey in Mattel scale, and if I try to put the Jakks one with it, it'll look weird.

Next on that list to get is Elite 15 Yokozuna, which I would love to find loose in good condition with a robe but I may have to settle for loose good condition WITHOUT Robe. The Summerslam Flashback version is the same figure as the Elite 15 but the colors are reversed (E15 – Black belt, red tights, SS – Red belt, black tights). I suppose I could settle for the SS one, but I really want the E15. 

Also on the list – Jakks Classic Superstars Peter Maivia and Rocky Johnson. Yes, there is a Mattel Rocky Johnson but good GOD is it awful. They gave him R-Truth's skin tone. It is BAD. Also, the gear is the wrong color.  

Outside of that, the only other person I could potentially want that’s been made is Deuce (Tamina’s brother) but again, he’s Jakks only and he wouldn’t fit on the shelf at ALL. Not unless I can find a way to customize him into his Sim Snuka persona which still wouldn’t fix the fact that he’d be out of scale with the rest of them (Outside of Peter and Rocky). 

At some point I’m gonna find a way to make a Jacob Fatu figure. There’s someone who sells the 3D printed heads (Same guy I got the Bloodline Sami head from) and I think I know a good formula it would just require some paintwork on the tights, some modified accessories, and painting the head. No, Jacob was never in WWE, but then this really isn’t about the WWE, it’s about the family. And anyone I can make and have the ability to make, I will. 

Anyway, that's the update.

Now, for the rant about Yep Movement Sami.

That figure *THAT FIGURE*

So, the original run of that line was defective. His newsboy cap did NOT stay on his head in package. It would fall off and either cover his face or rattle around inside the box.

So. They made a running change. They put out a second version of the figure with the hat packaged on the side.

But that running change was late in the release and was only ever available at brick and mortar retail, which by that point had mostly moved on past that wave.

So there was never a whole lot of that variant out there, to begin with.

So you can imagine how impossible it is to find a minty fresh MOC figure, from 2018, that was ONLY available in stores, that had an impossibly short release run in the first place.

I have literally seen ONE specimen online in two years that I would display and, when I bought it on sight, I was immediately refunded because the seller had already sold it off ebay to someone else and forgotten to take the auction down.

Outside of that I've only seen one OTHER listing PERIOD and the box was trashed.

I don't think I'm ever getting this one. I'm gonna keep looking but at this point I'm contemplating just buying the original release and opening the box, using sticky tack to affix the hat, then putting it back in box and in clamshell.

It pisses me off royally, but it really is what it is. I'll make it work somehow. In the meantime, I have the the two Kevin's I need on the way.

So, this concludes Shanie's Action Figure Update. Sorry for no pictures tonight. This morning. Today. Whatever. Sorry for no pics, but there's more than enough text here to make up for it.

Stay tuned for next time when, who knows, I might actually have photos.

[biki-hates-blizzard]

Aleph-Point א

Unsurprisingly...the World of Warcraft suffers from extreme powercreep, which shows the most in its constantly changing mythology.

Between bouts of refusing to acknowledge that the Shadowlands expansion ever happened...I have to contend with it being the aleph-point for the in-game universe.

Currently.

And it's from this foundation, I will begin building forward--first by examining the Xel'naga First Ones. The First Ones represent the quintessential cosmic forces from which magic, and the universe at large, springs.

"Current" in-game speculation says that there were probably six Xel'naga First Ones who...simply just "existed," and eventually came together to craft the six governing forces of reality--Light, Void, Order, Disorder, Life, and Death--and the pantheons which embody them. They did this with the all-encompassing power of m a t h.

Fuck. That's my one weakness, dammit!

Who could ever, possibly, in this universe or others--understand the deep intricacies of...mathical power?

Wait-- Wait. Tso tells me...there are do this for a living? Even just for fun? And they're call mathmagicians? OH, MATHEMATICIANS.

Well, I guess that sucks all the magical mystery out of the First Ones.

Anyway, I keep saying "current" because every couple of expansions--Warcraft realizes that players are too strong and so they trap themselves in a cycle of having to create new layers to the layers already existing, accidentally retconning something in the process.

Now their hope is that they can--oh wait, a second; they just changed everybody's levels and the level-caps, I sure hope nobody worked too hard to get to Level 200 before being told they were Level 60 now.

All right.

We can fix this issue very easily.

Very easily.

How?

The magical, mythical, amazing power of...

" Shutting the hell up. "

The article for the First Ones (and Magic, actually) uses this word a lot: "Mystery." But the problem with trying to create a sense of mystery, especially when you have the sort of habit that--Blizzard has--of so vehemently trying to insert answers, for everything, that they systemically strip away all agency and identity that anything and everything in the setting has managed to garner...is that there will be absolutely no mystery leftover. And that this word "mystery" is just kind of a teaser for content that will be inevitably provided (for an additional $50 ~ $90 USD.)

So, here is how I am going to...end the issue of power-creep within the setting AND do away with the nonsense of "mystery":

I'm not going to write out anything for the First Ones.

I'm not going to write out anything for the Titans. (Who made the worlds, but are also actually the worlds, but it turns out didn't make the worlds?)

Nor for the Old Gods. (Not to be confused with the First Ones, because they're different but also mysterious; except not really, we killed all of them?)

Instead, these will be considered religion. Lore. Knowledge which people kill each other over, in their grand and delusional pursuit of trying to prove themselves more correct than their peers through violence. Ah...people.

The Americanism Aspect

...You know, it would just feel absolutely awful if I spent $100 or so a year--for twenty years--to keep up with content and then someone manages to just get their hands on all of it for a singular price of $100--except I get to enjoy the knowledge that every time a new expansion comes out, there's a whole host of content that just gets thrown into oblivion, never to be experienced by anyone who wasn't a loyal fan from the start... Oh dear.)

I hadn't even realized that the true reason behind Blizzard releasing "Classic" was because of lost content. And this money-making game of theirs actually uh...perpetuated a divide among fans, instilling a sense of fanaticism and elitism in what should just be...a community.

Sounds just like America. (You're going to see this trend...a LOT...on this blog.)

...sigh...

Okay, y'all. I really didn't expect to already get into this portion of the blog, so soon. But here we are, demonstrating the troublesome parallels that the very fundaments of the game and the setting have to Americanism. Americanism--that's my attempt at finding a term for the unique brand of divisive capitalism which commandeers the United States, fooling the leftwing and rightwing fanbases into pitched battles on Twitter (and the streets) while the corporations who own their merchandise just keep getting fucking richer and richer by stoking their fires. New and old fans will always be pitted against each other, because instead of providing content--Blizzard is providing its pet fanbase with a ceaseless flow of limited-edition treats. Not even really content, at this point, just fuel.

If you haven't been following from the start, you're shit out of luck. If you have been following from the start, you're still shit out of luck--because the character(s) you fell in love with are going to change completely in the next expansion, because Blizzard takes offense to a character having any sort of verisimilitude or agency to them.

Fuck you, Blizzard.

[tm1o-a]

❛ yu luk awful. ❜ ( ...also larry- )

ah. not... exactly what he was hoping to hear, today. one hand fixes the tie with but a moment of discomfort, as if suddenly feeling it too tight around the neck. the movement makes his head turn towards one of the shops' window, and suddenly he's met with his own reflection, letting him give himself the first proper look in... oh gods, he realizes with a start, in days.

no wonder he caused the comment. his suit is dirty, covered here and there with dust and other stuff sent around by mistake during fights, and bears the signs of having been worn for days in a row. with surprise, he notices that the tie is not tight, but actually loose, and his hair a bit all over the place ( didn't he comb them that morning...? ), not to mention his eyes. despite the usual, tired, quite apathetic look of his face, the eye bags are so evident to make his visage look even more weary than usual.

one single eyebrow lifts with what looks like confusion. he's just now really realizing how full his latest days have been, between gym battles and elite four, not to mention his office job always there —— and his first and most automatic instinct is to put the briefcase down beside him, and fixing his figure. for but a short moment, he feels just a small spark of anger, invisible from the outside view. he should be resting, not thinking immediately that he isn't presentable for work.

eventually, when he considers his reflection to not look like a scarecrow anymore, he picks the briefcase back up and returns to watch the other with a very flat, very empty gaze.

« ... apologies. » he murmurs, barely audible. « thank you for making me notice. »

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭. / @picavecalyx

[izukult]

haikyuu boys and icks (pt 2)

requested by the fav @angefleur sorry this literally took me months.

haikyuu boys are just that!! boys!! they are disgusting, i hate them. here they are as / with icks

characters: hinata, kageyama, oikawa, sugawara, yamaguchi, tsukishima, bokuto, akaashi, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kuroo, kenma, tanaka, nishinoya, daichi, atsumu, lev

hinata shoyo; i’m so sorry but he wears tighty whities lol— don’t have much else to say about this, but sometimes if he bends down to pick something up you see them😕

kageyama tobio; awful, awful grammar— i know they don’t speak english and i don’t know the japanese equivalent to this, but he gets you’re/your, too/to/two, they’re/their/there wrong all the time. it’s hideous. “your good” “yea i thought so to” “there stupid lol”

oikawa toru; owns an eat, sleep, game shirt— he doesn’t even actively game, he bought it because “he plays volleyball games”. it’s disgusting and he wears it with pride.

sugawara koushi; talks really tough but cowers away if he’s called out— he’d been too loud for the small store and you both knew it, but he’d told you he simply didn’t care. that was until the store manager came over and he’s awkwardly standing in his place, cheeks heating up as he gets lectured while he stutters out a bunch of apologies, saying he didn’t mean it.

yamaguchi tadashi; “keep your eyes on me”— if someone he cares about is going though like an anxiety attack or anger, he does “the speech”. i don’t think he means to be repulsive, but it is. “guys! i can help them! i can fix them!” no.

tsukishima kei; sighs really loud on purpose— whenever he’s mad and really wants you to know about it, he’s gonna practically scream a breath. if you don’t react the first time, he clears his throat a little and does it louder, his whole upper half moving with it.

bokuto kotaro; gets really angry when you tell him about bad things— you’d just told him a shitty thing you’d gone through and he’s fuming. but not just angry for you— he’s shaking in his boots, face red and hands balled into fists as he starts basically threatening a wall

akaashi keiji; mansplaining everything— oh my fucking god. it doesn’t matter what it is, even if you know it, even if you studied it, even if you have a goddamn phd in it, akaashi is going to tell you how it works as if you don’t know. so annoying.

iwaizumi hajime; orders for you at a restaurant— you don’t ask him to and you don’t even have the chance to say your answer. when your waiter asked if you wanted anything to drink, he immediately said two waters before carrying on with his convo. doesn’t even realized he came off an ass?

matsukawa issei; sends you a bunch of vape tricks— you didn’t ask, you don’t care. but he’s sending you really shitty o’s and banes as if you want it. and he thinks he’s hot shit about it, too.

hanamaki takahiro; shouts names of basketball players to throw away trash— he gears up to do it and makes a big deal about it before he does. if it were america, he’d say kobe as he shoots for the trash can, but then he awkwardly shuffles when he misses, walking over to pick it up and actually throw it away.

kuroo tetsuro; freestyles for you and makes you listen— he gets off the charts bothered if you laugh or show any indication of not liking it. it’s super uncomfortable and you’re both just sitting in his room. you’ve been completely silent for the past nine minutes, while he repeats himself.

kenma kozume; gets embarrassed mad— if someone proves him wrong on something he was actually trying to talk about, he’s coming up with excuses and denying every reason he was ever slightly wrong. will also throw an insult.

tanaka ryunosuke; his camera roll is full of fuck boy selfies— face in his pillow, collarbones in bed, shirtless mirror pics, etc. and posts almost all of them on a private story called “elite baddies🥶🔥” that has literally everyone on his snap

nishinoya yu; can be a huge pick me boy— has definitely sent multiple people “but i’m too ugly for a girl like you🥺🥺” shut your fucking mouth noya, yes you are. it’s not his whole personality because he is pretty confident, but he definitely has his awful moments.

daichi sawamura; sends working out vids— he’s doing push-ups in his room, and in theory you’d thought it would be really attractive. but his form is off, and for an athlete he sure is out of breath and you can tell he’s struggling.

miya atsumu; asks his mom to go somewhere and when she says no he starts crying— he’s full out sobbing at this point, throwing his hands up as he complains about how unfair she’s being. he begs, too, trying to bargain ways to go with extra acts of service.

lev haiba; constantly gets pranked with the placebo effect— his friends will hand him something and tell him it’s alcohol, and he’s wincing at how it burns. thirty minutes later and he’s laughing his ass off, covering his mouth as he goes “guyssss, i’m not drunk” with a slur on his words.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Do you remember the “Yandere Angel America and Yandere Angel Germany falling in love with a demon darling.” Ask? If so, I was wondering if you could do the same, but with Russia and England? I’m sorry if I’m asking much but I just love your blog and I love your amazing writing 🥰❤️

Awe thank you! I’m glad you like my ramblings lmao.

Hope you like this one was well.

TW: Gets a little violent. Turn away if that's not your thing.

Oh man, two of the most envious Angels you could ask for. Not to mention these two even as Angels are outright dangerous.

Yandere! Angel England

While he may impress the elites of Heaven and God himself with his charm and chivalry man has a really nasty side to him. And when he sees something he wants it is easy for him to manipulate other people or Angels even when he wants it. So when he sees you even though you were a beauty you were still a demon. But no matter another a little British charm and polish couldn’t fix along with his trusted wand.

England had been stalking his demon darling for at least about 3 months and he somewhat enjoyed watching the chaos you created in humans' lives. However, he didn’t enjoy the other demon you brought along with you on some of your escapades. He really didn’t like it when you made out with them before or after one of your missions. It made his blood boil over into hell. Eventually, he won’t continue to wait on the sidelines. He will act upon his feelings to have you. During the time he stalks you he’s drawing up wedding papers and ways to change you into the Angel that he dreams of you being. The perfect bride molded to his desires. Once England has Demon Darling in his mind the thought will grow and consume him. He will not stop until he has you.

You and your demon lover were just out in the human world this time you were ruining a wedding. You had spiked envy in one of the sisters-in-law to where she had committed an unspeakable act: she announced her pregnancy in front of everyone during dinner.

Of course, massive arguments ensued and the rest of the wedding night for the bride and groom was ruined. Demon Darling and her lover just started to laugh at the amount of mayhem that was caused just from the one simple act of announcing a pregnancy at a wedding. It was hilarious to interfere with the affairs of humans.

Then to make the Darlings night go from enjoyable to miserable in a matter of seconds.

“Ahem. You two aren’t supposed to be anywhere near a holy ceremony combining two souls for eternity.” England would scoff and flip his wings at the two of you.

“Oh great a mood killer.” You would transform from your animal form as a pigeon along with your lover into your demon forms to confront the angel who was offended by your mere presence.

“And what are you going to do about it? It’s just one of you while there are two of us. And besides, we didn’t commit any bodily harm to those humans we just… spiced up their night a little.”

“YOU TWO DID MORE THAN THAT! YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY GOOD PARTY BY INCITING ENVY!” He would have his wand pointed at the two of you. Read to fire off. “A DEADLY SIN SPELL HAS NO PLACE IN A WEDDING!”

The two of you prepared to fight but even before that Angel England had that all figured out. With the flick of his wrist used a bounding spell to tie your hands.

“Hey what the hell?” You struggle in your restraints. He flies over to you and had your face towards your lover. The real show is about to begin.

He mutilates them right in front of your eyes. 100’s of angelic knives and arrows pierce into the body of your lover and they’re killed instantly they didn’t survive the first 5 arrows that drove themselves into their heart. The other knives and arrows tore into their body mercilessly. Black blood spattered everywhere and some of the carnage reached the darlings' face. The fluid dripping down her face mixed in with her salty tears.

The darling was too stunned to really even say anything after witnessing the Angel murder her lover.

“It’s okay don’t cry, love. Things will be better with me in heaven.” And that's the last thing Demon Darling Hears before blacking out completely.

Yandere! Angel Russia

A commanding archangel that instills fear into any being that meets him. He’s fought many wars for Heaven and won them. Seldom if he ever loses a battle. He was in for a battle of his morals and heart when he first saw the darling coming up from Hell on a mission to reap a human's soul. They had made a deal with her and she was there to claim her prize. The human was not able to hold up their end of the bargain. With her specially designed scythe she ended the humans' life that day without hesitation. That act of brutality with such finesse made Russia was struck right then by Cupid's arrow.

Russia will stalk his darling for at least about a year watching her cause as much carnage as she can, running people’s lives, making uproars in the human world, and spreading misery for all. Russia is enchanted by the amount Demon Darling is able to do as a single demon. He does have one qualm, however, the demon lover she sometimes has with her when she is upon earth spreading unhappiness. It makes his anger burn as bright if not brighter than the sun. When Demon Darling got too touchy-feely with her lover from hell one day it was too much for Russia as an Arch Angel to take he acted upon his worst impulses.

Demon Darling and her lover were simply enjoying the moonlight and the screams of the humans. This came to be because of the fire that you had started in the forest. It was burning down a nearby town that had a decent-sized population. Demon Darling had begun a passionate kiss and it was going to get hotter until a gunshot had rung out into the amber glowing light. The next moment she opened her eyes only to find out that her lover had their eyes wide open and was no longer receptive to the many times that she had called out their name. It was useless. They were gone.

“Ah подсолнух, time for you to come to your real home, da?”

Demon Darling will be 100% confused and filled with sadness and a plethora of other emotions that had hit her within the last 30 seconds. And the tall and foreboding Russian angel advancing towards her wasn’t helping her mental state either.

She knew she was done for considering that she was not able to move a single limb in her body. An angelic circle had been formed around her without realizing it. It had been created by the other three angels that she didn’t take notice of before. She just shook involuntarily as the angelic magic that was seeping into her veils proceeded to make her consciousness fade away into the pitch blackness of her unconscious mind.

[tinyboxxtink]

"Not My Yacht" *Chapter 1?*

So this is interesting:

So "Not My Yacht" was my very first fic. Like, I'm talking VERY VERY first.

So when I started asking around about ideas for a new series, a few of my lovelies went through my one shots and this story and "Doodling" got some good votes.

So, I decided to include the one shot and just added to it for a POTENTIAL new series. We'll see how this chapter goes over.

Also I'll be including Rita Calhoun in this for the FIRST time ever, so I may need assistance from @storiesofsvu to get her voice right. I did my best here. I'll be honest I've never really watched her, just that one where that guy blackmailed her or something.

Also Also, if it wasn't obvious enough this is obviously the beginning of the SVU episode "Her Negations".

I don't want to give anything away because I haven't even really thought that far, but I'm 95% sure this is going to turn in a William Lewis situation fic. So...pretty dark. I'm just warning you NOW.

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And yes, the results are in. There is a part 2!

You breathed in the salty air of the sea of the sunny South Hampton shore; It was a beautiful day for a yacht party.

You walked along the pier as you got closer to your boss’s boat: The Crime Wave. Her husband’s idea of a funny name she claimed as she had invited people from the office to this soiree. You were lucky to even get an invite, just being the assistant to the owner of the law firm. “Who else is going to help me dodge boring conversations with men who just wanted a "free ride” on the bosses boat?“ She had teased you; or at least you hoped she was kidding.

You really wanted to just relax and mingle among the elite lawyers of NYC, seeing as you wanted to be one of them someday.

You saw your boss, Rita Calhoun waving you down as you reached the dock space.

"Ah! There you are, for a minute I thought I’d have to mix my own drinks!” She laughed with a wink. You laugh nervously, unable to discern if she was kidding.

“Calm down sweetie, I’m a big girl. Besides, I like to make them myself, strong,” she laughed again, patting your shoulder. Crap had your face looked that panicked? Keep it cool!

“Go ahead, enjoy yourself. I’ll be here, making sure none of those damn punks tries to sneak on here for free booze,” she scoffed, nodding to a group of highly dressed teens playing chicken on the shoreline.

You nodded with a half laugh, stepping onto the yacht. It was a decent size, a second level deck and a very spacious main level. Not a lot of people had arrived yet, so you decided to pick a spot on the yachts back bench area before all the seating was taken. You began removing your over clothes revealing your swimming wear when you hear Rita greet someone else.

“Ah, Barba. You know we have flare guns on board,”

You turn to see the ADA of New York, Rafael Barba. He’s dressed in a windbreaker and what could be either a dark red or salmon polo. You realize Mrs. Calhoun is referring to the almost neon yellow color of the windbreaker, and you can’t help but giggle. It must have been way too loud because they both turn to you which caused you to immediately shut up and go back to undressing and laying out your towel, but ever so slightly still honed in on the conversation.

“You can never be too careful Rita, who knows how many enemies I’ve made in this town; someone might throw me over,” he smirked.

“And anyone here could make it look like a very convincing accident….even my aspiring protege over there,” Rita nods over to you, knowing full well what you were doing.

Barba turned and looked at you, your body frozen in mid towel thrust. You didn’t know whether to throw it over yourself or just run off the boat right there.

“I know it’s an awful jacket dear, you don’t have to keep staring at him.” She called over to you. God why did she have to be so….her.

“Jesus Rita give the girl a break, or did you invite her just to torture her on unbillable hours?” Barba scoffed with a half smile, walking over to you.

“Is it really worth the minimum wage to put up with her?” He asked.

“Mmm…it’s more for the experience, honestly.” You replied surprisingly smoothly.

“Oh….well I mean I could give you the experience without–” He started but was interrupted by your boss’s loud exclaiming.

“Yeah I’ll BET you’d give her experience Barba! Stop hitting on my intern and mingle with the adults.”

If you could dig a hole straight through the boat into the ocean you would do it right then and there.

“…..Without THAT.” He rolled his eyes, lightly flipping her the bird behind his back. You see her respond with a laugh then turns her attention back to the guests boarding.

“She’s probably been drinking since she got on the boat, yeah?” He asked you.

“I…I don’t know I just got here….” You managed to squeak out as your towel strayed from your hands. Barba grabbed it and helped you reposition it on the bench.

“Kinda windy for a yacht party, but Rita will take any chance to celebrate anything remotely resembling a boost to her ego. Am I right?” He chuckled, before sitting down on your towel.

“Just to keep it from blowing away, do you mind?” He asked, gesturing for you to join him. You nodded a boisterous “NO”, plopping next to him on the bench.

“I’m Rafael Barba,” he extended his hand to you, which you took and shook gently, praying to God he didn’t notice you were literally shaking. You had probably had the biggest crush on him since you started working with Mrs. Calhoun, he was constantly in her office challenging her with warrants and favors.

“Oh yeah I know,” you blurted out, mentally facepalming immediately.

“I see….” He raised an eyebrow. “And you are….?”

You were about to answer when his phone went off. He answered it putting one finger up and mouthing the words “one second.”

“Barba. Yeah….what? Seriously, Olivia? On a Sunday?!” He groaned into his phone with an exaggerated eye roll. He raised his hand and ran it over his face begrudgingly as he talked.

“Yeah….alright, fine. Yeah I’ll be there, give me an hour. I’m in the Hamptons. Because it’s my day off, Liv! Do you think I lock myself in my office over the weekends like a vampire in a coffin? Yeah…I’m sorry, I just…” He glanced at you.

“I was enjoying my Sunday.” He gave you a small sad smile.

“Yeah. Ok. See you soon.” He hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh.

“I’m sorry, I gotta go back to the city. Don’t let Rita push you around too much, okay?” He chuckled, rubbing the top of your head like a puppy. You felt your face scrunch up in annoyance, seriously? He thought of you as a kid?!

He obviously noticed, and quickly held out his hand again very sternly.

“Sorry, future counselor.” He said in an overly serious tone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. Again. Like an idiot.

Relieved he had fixed his faux paux, he gave you one last beautiful Barba grin as he jogged over to Rita and told her something before nodding to you once again, then walked off the boat and disappearing down the pier.

Your boss sauntered over to you, a shit eating grin across her face.

“Well Cinderella, you sure kept that cool.” She gestured for your phone beside you.

“Be sure to tell him your name this time,” she winked, handing it back to you. You glanced down at it as she walked away; she had added a number to your contacts.

“BHole Barba.” You laughed out loud. Nice. Maybe she wasn’t such a horrible boss after all….

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By Monday you still hadn’t had the balls to text Rafael Barba. You had just stared at the number in your phone, imagining all the possibilities contacting him would lead to. You may have gotten so far as planning your summer wedding in the Hamptons, but nobody needed to know that.

But you had chickened out and left it alone, and now you were sitting at your desk typing up a memo for Rita when you saw him come waltzing through the door.

“Ah, Cinderella!” He smiled at you.

“Hey…” Your mind went blank, you couldn’t think of words. Wait, had he already given you a nickname?

“Cinderella?” You blinked in confusion.

“Well I never caught your name-- But I guess I shouldn’t even push it, you’ve clearly moved on and I must seem like a creep,” His train of thought proceeded out loud as he realized you hadn’t taken his number and here he was still flirting with you. Rita had given it to you, he had seen her type it in your phone. Obviously you weren’t interested, why was he pushing this?

“What? NO!” You said a little louder than you intended, actually a lot louder than you intended. You slapped your hand over your mouth after your little outburst, but to you relief he was still smiling.

“Oh? Well I suppose that’s good…” He was obviously fishing for your excuse as to why you had waited until he popped back in your face to talk to him.

“No, I um--” You racked your brain for an excuse that wasn’t “I was busy planning our lives together”.

“I….couldn’t think of something interesting to say,” You finally admitted with a pitiful sigh. You were not a good liar, and under pressure, forget about it.

Again, he still smiled-- but this time he laughed along with it.

“I mean, ‘Hello’ is always an option,” He chuckled. “Or...your name?”

“Oh!” Idiot. You hadn’t even given him your name, how was he supposed to fall madly in love with you without a name?

“Y/N,” You stuck your hand out awkwardly, Was this a ‘shake hands’ moment? Hadn’t you already met before? You stared at your hand as you moved it slightly back and forth, arguing with yourself whether or not this was necessary. Luckily, Rafael settled the argument by taking your hand and shaking it firmly.

His hands were so soft, his long fingers enveloped yours in them. You lost yourself in the moment, and before you knew it he was making an uncomfortable cough, snapping you back to reality. You dropped his hand and snapped yours back into your body like a zip cord, your face in a horrified stare.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, that was so weird. I’m weird. I’m--”

“Well I don’t know what you were so worried about Cinderella, you’re clearly a chatterbox,” He gave you a tongued smile, referring to the word vomit you just couldn’t help spill all over him.

“Oh yeah, I’m a total word machine,” You laughed nervously. A word machine? What the fuck was that?

“...Word machine. Right,” He nodded in amusement. “Well word machine, would you mind shooting some words to my phone, or do you just enjoy this face to face thing?”

“With that face? Definitely the latter. But you can have my number anyway,” You typed a quick message and sent it to his number. Damn that was smooth! How did you do that?

Rafael made an impressed face with your line, but when he opened his phone his brows furrowed.

“Hit?” He gave you a curious look as he read the text out loud.

“Fuck it was supposed to be ‘hi’-- stupid autocorrect,” You muttered angrily. Yeah, that was more like you.

“Oh yes, the dreaded autocorrect,” He nodded while saving your number. “Turning fucks into ducks since 2011,”

“Oh I didn’t have a phone in 7th grade but I’ll take your word for it,” You laughed, but stopped when his face twisted into a mix of horror and discomfort when he realized how young you actually were.

Dammit. Why...why would you do this?

“....Right, is Rita in?” He quickly shoved his phone back in his pocket and headed into Rita’s office before you could answer.

“...Idiot!” You yelled at yourself as your hands went over your face and your face planted into your desk.

Well, that was nice while it lasted. All 2.5 seconds of it.

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“Well Barba, about time,” Rita smirked as Rafael abruptly burst into her office trying to get away from you. “Done flirting with the intern are we?”

“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes, though his face was a deep shade of red.

“Oh no, what happened? Did your dentures fall out in front of her?” She smirked.

“I’m younger than you!!” He scoffed.

“Yeah but I’m not the one trying to boff a 25 year old,” She smirked harder, making Rafael angrier.

“Can I just get the warrant I came here for, Rita?” He huffed.

“Oooh, struck a nerve there, did I?” Rita chuckled as she grabbed some papers from her desk and started to hand them to him. “Barba, for the record I’m really not judging you. If I were 20 years younger, I’d hit it too,”

“Excuse me?”

“I had a lot of ‘cats’ in college,” She winked.

“Wow,” Rafael held up his hands. “Rita, we really don’t need to be that personal.”

“Fine, but all I’m saying is if you like the girl, don’t let a stupid thing like age deter you. Don’t tell her I said this, but she’s actually very competent and organized. I would almost prefer her not to graduate, unless she'd come work for me. She’s going to be a hell of a lawyer,” She gestured outside to your desk.

Rafael looked at the ground as he mulled over what she was saying, a small smile crawled across his lips as she complimented your potential.

“I’ll take that under advisement, Mrs. Calhoun,” He nodded as he walked towards the door with the papers in his hand, a huge smile across his face now.

He walked out to find you cursing at yourself and whimpering in embarrassment at your desk. When you heard the door shut you snapped to attention and stared at him, shocked he hadn't sprinted out of the office like Usain Bolt. Even more shocking was that Cheshire cat grin now upon his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I totally meant I was--” You tried doing math trying to make yourself reasonably older.

“It’s fine,” He chuckled as he put a hand over your counting fingers. You blushed at the touch of his skin on yours again, but quickly shoved your hands under the desk nervously as you tried not to look him square in the eye. His eyes were so gorgeous you were positive staring straight into them would actually get you pregnant.

“So does Rita ever unchain you from this desk?” He smirked as he was now very aware and very amused at how nervous he made you. He may be old, but clearly he’s still got it.

“Oh yeah, if I ask very nicely she let’s me--” You tried to think of something witty, but it wasn’t coming with him staring at you with those eyes. “....Yes,” You wanted to put your hands over your face but you didn’t want it to be a ‘thing’.

“Well, maybe if you’re an extra good girl she’ll let you off your leash early tonight,” He winked.

“....Am I a dog or a toddler in that situation?” You were genuinely asking, but Rafael clearly realized how insulting that must have seemed.

“Oh no no no, I just, shit,” He tried to backtrack but if he was being totally honest, you made him nervous. Maybe he didn’t have ‘it’ as much as he thought.

You noticed he was the one blushing now, oh my god were you making him nervous? QUICK, BE SMOOTH. BE SMOOTHER THAN YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE.

“Are you asking me out, counselor?” You did your best “sultry “voice with a bat of your eyes. Were you batting them too much? What was too much? Oh god you’ve done it for too long now. STOP BATTING.

“...I don’t know, guess you’ll have to wait for me to text you, future counselor,” He was impressed by the line, and decided to bow out before either of you made idiots of yourselves again. He gave you a wink and sauntered out of the office.

Great. Now he’ll probably make you wait two days for a--

*BEEP*

Your phone went off in your desk. You pulled it out to see a text message:

BHOLE BARBA: Dinner? Tonight?

You really needed to change his contact name. But that wasn’t the point right now. He just asked you out. Rafael Barba just asked you out. You stared at in your hands, unsure of what to do. Then you realized you couldn’t do this again, you couldn’t just sit there and imagine things, this required an immediate response.

You nervously typed a reply and hit SEND:

Sire ;)

“DAMMIT!!!” You cursed your autocorrect. You instantly sent another text.

Sure***

Before you could lecture yourself again, your phone beeped again:

BHOLE BARBA: Play

Play? What did that--

BHOLE: Okay** ;)

You typed the word ‘okay’ into your text reply bubble, ‘play’ came up in the autocorrect word list.

He was joking with you. He was flirting with you. RAFAEL BARBA WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU.

This work day could not end fast enough.

[sasa-gay-yo]

Save Me - Levi Ackerman- 200 Subscriber Special

Levi Ackerman - AoT - Angst - “I think I’m in love with you.” 

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Levi couldn’t stand to watch you get hurt. He was always the one to save you. When it was the past, when titans were still around, he would be the first one at your side, taking you back in formation to the medic cart. He would take it upon himself to grab the medical tape from Hange, mumbling something about her technique, and patch you up himself. Sometimes, he would watch you limp around the train tracks too, not being careful when running on the bumpy land and twisting your ankle. At this point, you’d done it so much, you’d just walk over and give your Captain that look and he would take out the bandages. It was a tradition between you too now. Whenever you were hurt, you would just look for Captain Levi, and he would know how to patch you up. You even refused help from the others, sitting in the hot sun for an hour waiting for Levi and he always came. He always saved you from whatever clumsy pain you brought upon your body. 

Now, this was a very different type of pain.

You went over it in your head, thinking what you’d say to him when you knocked on his door. You couldn’t use physical ailment as an excuse, and even if you told yourself over and over that this was stupid, you found your way down the hallway to Captain Levi’s office. He didn’t sleep, so there was no doubt he would be awake. The doubt you had was whether he would fix you up like he always did. There was something lurking deep in your core, and it made you afraid. Over the years of him being your personal nurse, there were times like this when he comforted you after the death of your friends, but this was entirely different. This wasn’t on the grass outside of the Scout HQ or by the newly built train tracks. This wasn’t him holding you after he put the cape over Erwin’s body, only you being there to witness their final goodbye. This was because of a nightmare you had in the middle of the dense night, so bad, you needed to make sure Captain Levi was alive. He couldn’t die. He had to come to you. He was the one who would save you. Always.

Knock. Knock.

You heard his call, not an ounce of sleepiness in his voice, and stepped in, only in a nightgown and slippers. When Levi looked at you, surprised that you were the one to visit at night knowing how much you love sleep, he saw the look in your eyes. That look. He also saw how nervous you were to stand in front of him like this. Vulnerable in a completely different sense. He noted your timidness. 

“What’s wrong?” His voice was soft, which made your lip tremble. He was here. He was alive. You put a hand up to block your eyes from him, but in that moment, Levi felt that he needed to come to you. He always needed to come to you. When you were hurt, that was his job. To heal you. To save you from hurt. That was your job too. You were the one who made him happiest. When he was bored or annoyed, he would seek you out for a recharge. Now, he was seeing his favorite Scout break down in front of him for no reason… it made him worry.

“I… It’s… C-Captain?” He put his hands on your shoulders, giving you a look that said, ‘Go on’. Right then, he felt you tense up under his palms, knuckles turning white. What he didn’t feel was how fast your heart was beating, realizing where this conversation would end up. Why you had this dream in the first place. 

“You… don’t die. Please.” You dropped your gaze to his shoes, tears now hitting the dark wooden floorboards. This really made Levi panic. You’d only cried in front of him twice, and both times were because people had died; Erwin and after Annie had killed you two’s elite squad. As far as he knew, no one had died just yet. 

Tomorrow, however, they would be at the gates of hell: Marley.

“I will try,” he reassured, but you shook your head. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough, not even in your dream. You yelled at him. You pleaded with him. Yet, what happened still happened. It was irrational, Zeke would never end Levi’s life… but here you were crying about losing him.

“I had… a d-dream. You died. In Marley.” He sighed, letting one hand fall to squeeze your wrist. While you were worrying about him, he was besides himself trying to find out how to keep you safe. You were a good soldier, strong-willed and brave, but you were the clumsiest one. There was no room for error in Marley. He wanted you to stay back. He wanted you to just stay on the airship with Hange, but he knew you would refuse. You would be right by his side, helping drag Zeke up to the ship like you volunteered to do at the tactical meeting two weeks ago. It comforted him, having you there, but it also made him stricken with worry. To be honest, he had a few nightmares here and there about it too.

“It will be alright. We’ll all get back fine, I’m sure of it.” Truth be told, he wasn’t sure of anything, but he just wanted to comfort you and send you back off to bed. Yet, his words didn’t comfort you as your shoulders started moving up and down, racked with sobs. This set Levi off. He grabbed you, not thinking, pulling you to his chest. He needed to save you. It was his job. He had to find a way to stop your pain.

“L-Levi,” you sobbed, grabbing at his linen-shirt. His eyes widened, hearing you drop the Captain. With this, he held you tighter. He put one hand on your hair, softly stroking it. God, he was awful at this. When Erwin had died, all he could do was put one hand on your hair while you cried together. 

“Everything will be fine. Stop crying. I won’t die. No one will.” You shook your head, crying for a different reason. The reason you were having nightmares only about him. The reason you were scared to be alone at night around him. The reason you wanted him to stay back with you and not go to Marley.

“Levi, I think I’m in love with you.” You felt him tense, but what you didn’t hear was how fast his heart sped up. The way you felt his body react was the thing that scared you the most. Now that you told him, now that you broke the unspoken barrier, you wouldn’t have anyone to heal you anymore. This was the one thing you wanted to tell him before you left for Marley though. This feeling of death following you around. The feeling of a fleeting love of eight years.  

You pushed away from him, wiping the tears from your face roughly. You didn’t even look at him when you turned away, saying what you needed to say. You’d have to go nurse yourself now.

But he grabbed you. He grabbed you back into his arms, holding you tighter than before. The words you said, they started something in Levi’s heart. No, they just spurred something that was already there. From the day he saved you from that titan, meeting you for the first time after Isabel and Furlan died, he knew it too, but he hid it. He was afraid that you were just being nice to him. You were benefiting off of his support, and you would smile not only for him, but for the rest of the Scouts too. It really had taken this long for him to realize that the well in his heart every time you called out for him, the will to be at your side whenever, wherever, was love. Levi hadn’t felt it in so long, maybe ever, that he didn’t know what it was. It was love. God, he was so stupid. To hold out for this long? It felt so nice to have you in his arms, and he could’ve had this early. If only he realized. If only you realized. If only the Scouts who looked at the two of you laughing and pushing each other around everyday, thinking no one could see, had told you… and if only you’d believed them when they did. It took the coming of the end of the world for you to finally become one.

“I think I’m in love with you, too.”

Yet, here it was, too late for you two to start something. All he could do was hold you that when night, rise early to get ready for the mission, then watch you, with a big smile radiating towards, jump fearlessly out of the aircraft down onto the battlefield. You had him at your side to save you, why would you be scared?

But, in the end, it wasn’t your clumsiness that killed you. It was the fact that you loved Levi too much. Zeke watched with amusement as Levi mercilessly killed the soldier that shot you after pushing Levi out of the way. He was taking out the guilt and hurt. He only got one night with you. Only one night. Now you would be with Sasha forever. Not him. 

In the end, you were the one who saved him now, all because you loved him.

[redbullseb]

My favourite Seb moment has to be when he cried after winning his first title. To see a driver so emotional because of everything he’s put into the fight but also because he knows the history of what an elite group he’s joining at only 23… it always gets to me.

oh my god. precisely this. i'm so grateful for the cameras deciding to p much fix on his facial journey throughout bc the disbelief and awe on his face is absolutely hypnotizing.

and retweet! we have so many young drivers on the grid now that the age feels less significant now but man, to have done that at 23. my 23-yr old friends are still figuring out what they want to do with their life!! that's so fucking young!!! he accomplished so much before he even hit 30 that's insane he's insane i'm going insane

tell me ur fave seb moments/seb things!

[gwynpool]

it’s 2AM and i just finished Rule of Wolves (spoilers definitely up ahead)

first, to inform everyone, i read the spoilers when it got leaked in twitter cuz i can’t help myself. (it’s a sickness, i know) i think this is important since it definitely influenced my perspective upon reading the book. also, this is my first time being early in a party so yay me! going in ROW was easy for me because i started King of Scars the day before book 2’s actual release date so everything’s fresh.

secondly, this is really long so i’m sorry. i just have a lot of feelings and need to write it all down. on with the rant.

King of Scars was wonderful to me since it gave me my favorite Shadow and Bone character and the girl who i used to hate for being a mean girl but who I now admire with every ounce of my being. It also introduced a new ship that I am now obsessed with and is ruling besides my love for Jude&Cardan. Not to mention, it gave us Nina, whom though i’m not entirely a fan of due to all my love focusing on Kaz and Inej, allowed the connection between Shadow&Bone with SixofCrows.

Moving on, ROW was a ride and whirlwind of emotions. unfortunately, it wasn’t always the best kind.

I love the fantasy elements of it (tho it was a huge leap especially with the saints power thingy) and the politics because i am a sucker for scheming and stealing thrones.

the zoyalai teasing and angst was painful but in the best way since slowburn is what keeps me going.

nina finding comfort (and attraction, apparently) from hanne made my heart flutter because i haven’t gotten over matthias but this allowed a sort of closure and next chapter for our waffle-loving queen.

the promised wedding by leigh wasn’t what i expected but i’m not complaining since david&genya deserved nothing but happiness.

almost everything seems going well (aside from the fact that aleksander was ressurected apparently)and then everything crashes and burns and i just have to wonder why?

so the promised funeral alongside the wedding one, immediately comes after two? three? chapters as they were attacked during the afterparty of the wedding. and guess what? leigh killed the fcking groom.

the thing is i already knew he was going to die (with the spoilers and all) but i did not expect it to come immediately after the freaking wedding. not even halfway through the book!

being spoiled, i think, took most of the pain from the event but it doesn’t lessen the fact that it was completely unnecessary??? like though the characters grieved, nothing much was affected from his death? also, don’t talk to me about the character development for the survivors from this tragic event because there. was. absolutely. NONE.

and then we have the fricking darling ressurected. i love him in the first book of the grishaverse though i knew he was still a villain, don’t get me wrong. and my heart ached but was also relieved with his death in the third. he also inspired one of my all-time favorite fantasy villain(antihero?) in the form of Adelina Amouteru in the Young Elites series.

Ceased to be a Darklina fan and am now shipping Aleksander with Adelina because their power tho? like clings to like and they are both imbued with unfathomable darkness. somebody write fics please.

but bringing him back was what for exactly? leigh bardugo preached on how toxic the darkling character was and how we really shouldn’t like him in terms of agreeing with his ideals and yada yada. and yet she brings him back because apparently, he’s the only one paying her bills.

his conversation with alina tho had me expecting some darklina crumbs with fan service on the side since the stans were all raving about it on twitter *vomiting noises from toxicity* but i was surprised since it just further reminded us of how he truly is a villain in his very core and would do anything to get what he wants. so all in all it wasn’t entirely awful and it actually made me like Mal a bit. (never was a fan of him but that’s my issue, not the character’s)

setting aside the darkling issue a bit, the POV from Mayu was skippable. i mean obviously it still needs to be read for the Shu politics and the khergud existence but it just made me want to go to the next pov. Same goes for the “the monk’s” POV since you all know how i feel about him and the cult with it’s assembly and shit ended up also being unnecessary towards the end. honestly, i could do without the journey of the starless saint and his cult.

i truly enjoyed the fjerdan plot to my surprise and i like how nina kind of went through the last of us 2 circle of hate journey. it was definitely difficult knowing her pain and all that she went through and still choosing to be the better person. and yet, i can’t help but be more proud of her development. also, the supposed death of hanne got me going for a second and was actually ready to storm leigh’s home to fix her mistake. thank god it was plot twist. that’s all i have to say on the nina POV because i don’t wanna ruin my good feeling on this.

the crows cameo gave us a mini heist and it just made me miss reading their adventures. also the suli scene tugged at my heart.

imma skip zoya’s transformation but it utterly made me feel amazing and i have never been more glad that she’s kind of overpowered. she deserves it so fck all them haters. you can choke.

nikolai’s revelation and decision for the ravkan throne was not all that surprising, even without my knowledge of the spoilers. i honestly had a feeling that he was always his best self when he was strumhond and he only chose to fulfill the duties of the king because at that time, there was no other choice. so him giving up the throne to his beloved soldier, summoner and saint was a quite satisfying choice of route. there has been some others who would contest nikolai’s decision to step down as something unnecessary in the grand scheme of things but i would stand by my belief that nikolai made the best choice for ravka and for himself. not to say that i didn’t want to see both the queen and king side by side ruling but what are fanfictions for?

zoyalai is canon and endgame. finally. i can die now.

now the last two chapters was a toss up. for the first one was the darkling’s sacrifice. okay, so i was also spoiled by this from twitter but when i was reading the book, i keep expecting it to be brought up and it wasn’t. so i honestly thought that maybe that spoiler was a prank. lo and behold it was not and it wasn’t until the very last end. so the buildup was goddamn awful. the whole concept of the thorn wood and sort of atlas moment was just no. like you’re just springing this up now? when we’re supposed to be tying up loose ends but making sure it had history and buildup to well, back it up.

also leigh outright writing genya saying it was not a redemption for the darkling and him being unapologetic about his crimes (basically being a truly evil asshole) doesn’t remove the fact that it still comes off as a redemption arc especially with what is now the synopsis of SOC 3 but ill get to that. he still was the one who did a heroic deed and that fucks me up because it was just devastating to me after making peace with his end in ruin and rising. not because i was hurt that he died yet again boohoo but because it kind of invalidates everything that alina, genya, zoya and countless other victims went through.

on a side note, the darling stans on twitter who keeps defending his actions, i would really advise you to reflect on your decisions cuz it is honestly unhealthy. also, you lot talking smack about nikolai and zoya refusing to sacrifice their lives? stop twisting the story to suit your toxic admiration, nikolai was even first to offer up his life and would do so if it was actually possible. so just go hide in your darkling cocoon and stop hating on other characters to justify your favored aleksander.

the very last chapter aka coronation was good because it gave us inej ghafa cameo as captain of her ship and bonding with our resident privateer and also genya, alina and zoya bonding. but it was bad because apparently the darkling chronicles is still not over and now we’re supposed to grant him death like that’s going to make everything okay? i know forgiveness and breaking the circle of hate and revenge is a huge theme in this duology but honestly, this is just too extreme. with nina it was understandable and the people she hated were born of twisted mindset and circumstances but the darkling? hahahah no. he is a literal immortal who was delusional so now that he’s paying for his crimes, you want to allow him death because you have nightmares? zoya, goddamit no! same to you genya and alina. and so this will be the plot for the third six of crows? why can’t we just stop making this about him. now he gunna steal kaz’s thunder? over my dead body.

in the end, i gave this book 4 stars in goodreads because if i ignore the darkling plot, it was a really good use of politics and fantasy merging in a storyline. i can’t fault leigh for choosing to do this since it’s still her book so i definitely don’t have a right to dictate what i expected from this. also, i have a half a mind to believe that she fell in love with ben barnes and had him in mind writing this so i really cannot blame her because i have been under that man’s charms since prince caspian came out. the spoilers i read made me more open in reading this (backwards thinking but eh that’s how i roll) so i’m not at all crushed by what transpired. it was just weird and was lackluster in its attempt to give ravka some sort of peace. frankly, i just want to read the third six of crows book to maybe find some sort of calm in all this craziness and also delve in some zoyalai fanfiction because it was a long time coming.

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Ok I meant to answer you're question about what I thought of the show ages ago but I forgot.

I LOVED IT OMGGGG! I got so many kitty vibes from Wilhelm and Simon! The touching! The softness! It's those vibes exactly! I want that energy in TWP.

COMRADE SIMON!! We stan! That speech he made at the very beginning about the differences in attitudes towards "tax evasion" vs. "Welfare fraud." Legend behavior.

Sara!!!! My girl!!!!!! An autistic/adhd character PLAYED BY AN AUTISTIC ACTRESS!!!! THIS IS SO HUGE!!! I would die for my problematic queen. I made an entire post on her but the gist is, I get where she's coming from and understand why she feels the way she feels but dear God girl make better choices and stay the hell away from August.

Speaking of.... I wanna run August over several times. Vroom vroom motherfucker. The fact that he

- filmed MINORS HAVING SEX AND TGE POSTED IT ONLINE

-kissed Sara behind Felice's back when they were still dating WITHOUT HER CONSENT BTW

- Wanted to blame Simon for the drugs because he knew it would be easy because Simon's family is lower class and doesnt have the same social standing as one of the "members of the society"

- Also it didn't escape my notice that the cult like faternety type group with all the rich, mainly white boys is called The Society. This shows commentary on class is vv interesting. Especially the little things like two girls just randomly advocating for THE DEATH PENALTY. The rich people audacity.

-Anyways back to August, when he tried to excuse his actions with Wilhelm and get all teary like no bitch you can't manipulate your way out of this one. And again with Sara! When he said "Wilhelm has everything" I wanted to scream! Like he's fucking closeted and clearly suffering from panic attacks and extreme anxiety you moron.

-Anyways!! I also think that Wilhem might be autistic because he just feels autistic. Like the vibes are there.

- The girl group is so sweet? And to have the popular girl be a Black girl who isn't "stereotypically attractive" with a more medium sized body and bad acne. As someone who has really bad skin I needed that. Felice is kinda awesome imo.

Let me see what else??

-Simon and his mom speaking Spanish consistently throughout the show. It sounded pretty natural to me? But I'm not a native speaker. (Or even fluent honestly lol.)

- Simon and Wilhelm are honestly so adorable and in love and it made my heart ache. (I am so touch starved I swear..)

-My only main beef is the outing plotline and the show using an outdated medical term for Sara, aspergers. It's literally just autism. Also it's kind of offensive because Hans Asperger was a n*zi who literally killed autistic children because they weren't useful to capitalism. SOOOO yeah.

As for the outing plotline, I feel like the cishets have like three plotlines that they use for queer stories. Outing/coming out, one of them dies, or one if them bullies the other until they both fall in love. It's tired.

But overall I really loved it.

HI SORRY I HADNT REPLIED

I wanted to correctly talk to you about this series so I logged in through my computer to make it easier for me :D

LOOK AT THIS POINT IVE RELATED THEM TO LITERALLY EVERY COMFORT SHIP I HAVE LIKE. I've compared this to kitty, I've compared this to Thomastair, I've compared this to my friends to ocs who she has obsessed me with (youd actually like them if you liked this tbh) IVE COMPARED ME TO MY OCS

BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY I JUST LOVE THEM

IF KITTY DOESNT HAVE THIS ENERGY IN TWP WHAT WAS THE POINT

what was the point cc??

S I M O N

OH GOD WHEN HE SAID THAT I WENT OMG YEAH

new favorite character

Great

SHES PLAYED BY AN AUTISTIC ACTRESS?? Sorry I hadn't known! Haven't actually gotten to obsessively look at the cast I've been trying to get over the last episode BUT THATS SO COOL. SARA IS AMAZING AND I ADORE HER. I'll read your post after this! But of course STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM AUGUST GIRL PLEASE

Tbh I understood where she was coming from with everything with Simons image falling apart and her having to suffer when she had just started having friends , just after finding he had been lying to her. But love, AUGUST?

A U G U S T ???

WHO JUST FOUND OUT OUTED YOUR BROTHER

Also random and stealing this from @marzzinaa i totally hc Sara as a demi girl for some reason

Im kinda sad we didnt see her speak spanish as much we did simon :(

But oh well I LOVE HER AND YEAH STAY AWAY FROM AUGUST GOD

FAE WE RUN HIM OVER TOGETHER BROOM BROOM

You already said it all, I just agree

Ok I'll bring a machete you bring whatever you wish and we kill him sound good?

ALSO YEAH I TOTALLY NOTICED HOW THE ECONOMIC DINAMICS CAME INTO PLAY AND HOW IT BASICALLY LET YOU KNOW HOW THE PRIVILEGED ELITES COULD GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING

meanwhile they wanted to pass off to Simon who came from a lower class family the blame

Also I'd like to mention how that would also play into the stereotype latinos are all drug dealers

Which I love how they didnt make his dead beat alcoholic man the latino parent, when I first read the description I thought they might do that, but im so glad they didnt

I think it might have been a comentary idk i liked that they DIDNT make the poc parent the dead beat

THE FRIEND GROUP WAS SO COOL AND I LOVED ALL OF THEM AND YES FELICE WAS JUST <3

I love how they didnt make her stereotypically perfect AND YES MID SIZED REP WAS AMAZING TO SEE

Also im so glad you got to see that represented!!

So I am a native speaker and him talking to his mom MADE ME CRY

it was WONDERFUL I WANT MORE OF IT

pls most her phrases reminded me to my own mom

Autistic wilhelm you say?? omg tell me more (if you want)

Oh thats awful, well I'll just refer to Sara as autistic and hope the showrunners fix that next season because if they dont-

Yikes

Oh yeah, thats valid critisism. But in my opinion they actually wrote it pretty well so I wont really be complaining about an overall media problem with queer stories rn. If so I'll be here all day. But yeah its an overall problem but it wasnt done bad in my opinion so!

I'll shut up, for now

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT FEEL FREE TO KEEP TALKING ABOUT IT WITH ME PLS ITS MY OBSESSION NOW IM GONNA BE ANNOYING ABOUT IT ALL MONTH

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Oh god they all sound so amazing I can't decide which ones I want to know about most but I think I've settled on 2, 4 and 5 if you want to share anything about them?

Ace you are too kind for words, truly! 💖 Unfinished drafts are a mess for me but I'll try to answer this as best I can! I'm gonna hide it under a cut though because it's long, and I'd hate to spam the people on my dash who are just here for gifs and a good time and not my disaster fic plots that may or may not ever be finished, haha.

2 was "Something Wild," named after the song by Lindsey Stirling feat. Andrew McMahon. It's long and planned for at least two separate stories--basically, Academy through Eighth incarnation are all setting up characters and leaving a Bad Wolf trail, and the real shit goes down when the Time War happens (since I am really attached to this idea I don't want to spoil this publicly, but am happy to DM if you still want more!) and then the rest will follow New Who seasons but with an underlying subplot that results from the War. This is my favorite idea in awhile but unfortunately cannot seem to do it justice; unsure on if/when I would get to publish this! Still kinda picking away.

4 is based off the song "Check Yes, Juliet" by We The Kings which just screams TenRose to me. It follows canon TenRose, a high school/college-aged AU James and Rose, and a vaguely regency/historical Lord John Noble and Lady Rose Tyler as the universe tries to split them all up in various ways. I loved how this went in my head but translating it into words has been awful and I will say probably reads terribly. Writing about it here has made me want to try again but I'm attempting to save people from having to read this nightmare, haha. The intro is set in Rise of the Cybermen/The Age of Steel:

“You can’t stay,” the Doctor told Rose regretfully, swallowing the lump in his throat. The longing look in her eyes as she watched alternate versions of her parents, alive and together, throwing a party full of London’s elite in a rather impressive mansion… it was enough to set him on edge, and it was all he could do not to take her hand possessively and beg her to look at him, just him.

“‘Course I can’t,” Rose agreed, though the wistfulness remained in her eyes even as she glanced back at him. “I’ve still got Mum at home. My real mum. I couldn’t just leave her, could I,” she said dully, and the Doctor just wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her.

You’ve still got me, he wanted to yell. You’ve got me, you can’t leave me. You just can’t.

“She’s got you,” he said instead. “Those two haven’t. All these different worlds, not one of them gets it right.” He closed his eyes in sorrow for a moment, overwhelmed with pointless regret over not having been able to fix her world for her. He’d done everything he could, taken a reaper to the face for her, and still she’d had to watch her dad die. Several times over.

“I dunno,” Rose said contemplatively after a pause. “S’ true, none of them are perfect. No world is. But…” she trailed off, swallowing hard, and the Doctor nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt her take his hand. “It doesn’t do any good to stay hung up on what they get wrong. They get some things right, don’t they?”

The Doctor stared at their joined hands, lightly stroking his thumb across the back of hers and wondering if she could feel his double pulse hammering against her skin.

“Yeah. They do.”

5 is something silly and I don't have much of it actually written (like 6 paragraphs maybe, lol) because it's tough to get right, but basically Nine thinks "wait, did she ask me out? she asked me out!" and then every time he second guesses himself it's like "well, she holds my hand a lot" which is basically making out for Time Lords, and since physical intimacy is not super necessary (it would be a bonus, of course, but he could live just holding her hand forever), this dumbo will jump straight to "I want to marry this girl" when his feelings boil over. Of course, "this girl" is blissfully unaware of this idiot's thoughts.

Sorry I don't have much to give you with these, but hope this helps satisfy some of the curiosity!