#got it in under the wire! yay!

[garblegarden]

Design notes for human guy! Yay! More under the cut

Before he came to Confibula, Human Guy was stationed on a moon in the same star system. It's an icy, slimy world that human settlers called Adam. Most of it looks about the same as an average earthly arctic region but with way more watermelon snow. I might redesign this suit later. Probably will.

After crashing sideways into a mountain range during a system outage he suffered injuries which got infected by the red slime that grows everywhere. This cost him his legs, an eye and most of his stomach.

When he crashlanded on Confibula his suit was mostly destroyed but he came upon an experimental, highly invasive exploration suit from back in the day when humans occupied the planet. It's filled him up with wires that act as his new digestive system among other things keeping his organs from failing.

He probably can't take the suit off without killing him. Not that he would need to take it off considering confibula is an alien world with plenty of most-likely-scary-and-inedible-unless-modified molecules, but if he ever hopes to get rescued this might prove problematic.

My main rule for Human Guy is that he can't take off the suit unless he also takes off whatever he considers his body too. His eye doesn't count, neither does his blood, but his integumentary and musculoskeletal systems do. Instead, I depict him as a sort of human-shaped spectre holding whatever parts of him he doesn't wish to ignore together, like his legs and wires that have replaced many of his organs and most importantly the stains left behind from his infection which he believes will eventually come back to finish the job.

[daydreamer-in-training]

✨OP Advent Calendar Masterlist ✨

Door 23 - Under the Misteltoe Part 2

Eustass Kid x afab!reader

Word Count: 2.200+

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (nsfw)

As in the previous one, Kid is an Idiot that can't deal with his feelings at first, which leads to him hurting your this time. You two talk and your emotions finally bubble over.

Themes: Hurt and comfort, softness, confession of feelings, NSFW 18+, afab!Reader, hot makeout sesh, vaginal fingering. Missrepräsentation of Kids devil fruit abilities and bad scottish accents 😔

Notes: The three other commanders are the secret heroes here! 😤I didn't plan it to be two parts, but i take it! Wrote and edited this while preparing for Christmas yesterday and after I was full with good food. I wanted to finish this entry in time, as a Christmas present to all of you! ❤️✨ Uploading this now before i think to much about it again. Also its ma first nsfw story and my first story with several parts, yay!

I wish y’all a happy time with your loved ones! Love you! ❤️✨

Please Note that Englisch is not my first languages ✨ Not beta read, I die like the Christmas Ornament our dog broke yesterday! But maybe I will edit it tomorrow.

Advent Calendar Taglist: @jintaka-hane @stuckinmymind22 @chibinasuu @armiliadawn @pandora-writes-one-piece @eustasscapitankid

This part is 18+ at the End, please proceed with caution

The three commanders knew straight away that Kid must have messed things up with you last night on the night watch. Unfortunately, there wasn't much time to set something else up for you two before the Christmas party tonight, especially with you avoiding each other. Fortunately, Killer had managed to talk to you before it started, to know what had happened the night before.

The atmosphere between you and the Capitain has been strange since yesterday. Of course, everyone had already noticed, but nobody said anything. Kid looked like a ticking time bomb all day, he also avoided you and you avoided him in return.

By now the party was in full swing, the eggnog and rum had already flowed freely. But neither you nor Kid touched the alcohol. You were too nervous to Drink after yesterday. It was time for the traditional gift exchange. Everyone gave each other a little something, which was custom at the Viktoriapunk. It was a wild mess as everyone tried to get rid of their presents and get one in return. You had knitted Kid a scarf because he often complained about the cold weather and wanted to give it to him despite everything. Killer had also encouraged you this afternoon, despite everything that had happened.

It was difficult to catch him in all the commotion, but Wire inconspicuously stood in your captain's way so that you were standing in front of him after all. "Captain! Here, this is for you!" Being able to give him the present you made yourself made you very happy. You pressed the lovingly wrapped Box into his hand, but he looked to the side. You couldn't read his expression. "Thank you. I haven't got a present for ya, I guess I forgot." He replied quickly without looking at you.

Ouch, that hurt. But on the outside, you don't let it show. Instead, you smiled warmly at him. "It's no big deal, you have so much to do as captain, stuff like that happens." You replied quickly. To flee this Situation and forget about it, you quickly turned to Bubblegum, with whom you exchanged your gift and an exuberant hug.

Wire had heard all of this and did not believe it at all, you were being to kind and brave about all of this. He decided to keep an eye on you and maybe try to talk to Kid later as well.

After all the presents had been exchanged, the party continued as usual. You tried to be cheerful and enjoy it, but you found it harder and harder to push aside your feelings of sadness and heartbreak. At a moment when you thought you were unnoticed, you disappeared out of the door with a pained expression on your face.

But Killer and Heat saw you do it. Kid's action from earlier hadn't passed them by thanks to Wire. So after exchanging glances, they roughly pulled the captain aside to talk some sense into him.

You tried to push the tears down, that were swelling up in your eyes, as you walked down the hallway towards your sleeping quarters. It didn't quite work.

This morning, Killer obviously noticed the weird vibes between you and Kid and pulled you aside to ask what had happened. “I’m just so confused about this… maybe I’ve made a mistake with Kissing him under the Mistletoe...” you murmured as you wiped a tear away from your cheeks after you explained what had happened the previous night. “I just hope this will pass”. You wanted things to be as before. You started trembling, so Killer pulled you to his broad chest and slid his strong arms around you. He gently rocked you from side to side. “Hey Sweets… No crying on Christmas-Eve, okay?” His voice was gentle through the mask. “You did nothin’ wrong, he is just a fucking Idiot and his emotional capacity is that of a Seaurchin”. His comment made you giggled into his Christmas sweater between sobs. The embrace of the muscular softie always had a calming effect on you. “He cares ‘bout you, I promise. Kid just needs some time to realize things.” The first Mate mused, as he noticed you had calmed down a bit. After a long moment you separated from him with a sniffle and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Killer. I will not give up just yet!”. The first Mate crossed his Arms and nodded proudly.

Maybe Killer was wrong when he said Kid cared? No, that made no sense to you. You trusted Kid as your Captain and he does care about his crew. But maybe he didn't care about you in that special way you wished he would. You sobbed when this thought hit you.

When you heard footsteps approaching from down the hallway, you immediately hid behind the next door you could find. You didn't want anyone to see you upset over a stupid present. As you wiped away your tears, you realized you were standing in Kid’s Workshop. You scoffed a bit at this dumb coincidence. You turned around to leafe, listening if the footsteps had subsided.

But in that moment no other than Captain Eustass Kid pulled the door open and froze for a moment when he finally found you, then closed it behind him. “There ya are!”, he seemed tense. “Oh, hello Captain.” You turned your head away from him, embarrassed that it was him to find you hiding away with puffy eyes from crying.

As you didn't say anything else, he stood there in front of you, not finding the words he desperately wanted to tell you. “I’m sorry about earlier,” he finally said. You still didn't look at him, afraid your emotions would take the better of you. “Please look at me, will ya?”, he added as he gently took your hand in his and brushed a thumb along the back of your hand. His gentle touch made you look up at him. Your heart ached.

Kids amber eyes were soft as he gazed into yours, a tired laughter passend his lips. “I lied about the gift… I made ya something. I don' know what I was thinkin’ back then”. Kid raised his metal arm as small blue lightning started to surround it.

You watched in quiet disbelief as a little metal figurine flew towards you. He caught it in the air and softly placed it into your hand he was still holding. Your heart was pounding in your chest. “I guess I got cold feet or somthin’. Thinking ya woun't want it anyways after yesterday…“.

He watched your eyes well up again as you inspected the little star shaped memento he had handcrafted for you. Your fingers traced the metal slowly. “It's beautiful Kid…thank you.” your voice was a trembling whisper, but you smiled that kind smile of your, that he loved so much.

“I hate seeing ya cry” he blurted out after a moment of silence, in which you continued to look at the figure and thought about what you wanted to say now. “I never meant to hurt you either!”, his face contorted as he said that. Damn it that was hard to say, but he can't lose you.

“Then…what was that yesterday?” You wanted to sound stern and indifferent. But that wasn't you. Your voice was quiet and trembled as you asked him, afraid what his answer might be.

He instinctively took a step towards you, invading your space as he did so. Carefully he watched your reactions to it, and as you didn't step away, he lifted your chin up. Your eyes fluttered at his touch.

Kids eyes darted between yours and he took a deep breath before saying what he did next. “I wanted to protect ya, Sweets… didn' want ya doing anything you might regret later”, you scoffed at that, but he continued talking, holding back a grin at your feistiness “I’m ya Captain, I don't kno’ If ya only doin' it because I want to”.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at his way of thinking and shoved him against the shoulder, which didn't really have any effect given his size and your strength. “We are Pirates, Kid! I AM a Piraten! Fuck these stupid arbitrary rules” Your eyebrows met in the centre of your forehead, more out of disbelief than anger. Sighing, you put your hand on his chest, shake your head as you gave up your attempt to be angry. “Why would I kiss you If I wasn't-” you swallowed your next words, instead saying something else. “I am my own person! I decide who I want to kiss myself”.

Kids' heart was hammering against his ribcage. He took your hand from its place on his chest and brought it close to his lips. “If you weren’t what?” he lifted his eyebrow smugly, challenging you to say it. He needed to hear you say it.

A defeated sigh left your lips, this man made you weak “If I wasn't completely convinced that I like you and trust you completely.” your face went hot at your confession, but your eyes never left his.

A rough laughter tumblerd over his lips before he pressed them to your hand. His metal arm pulled you close and you let yourself fall against his chest. Your eyes searched his face as he leaned down close to you. “I was scared ya reject me…” he whispered, his arm gliding up your back made you shiver. “Ya make me crazy” he leaned his forehead to yours as he closed his eyes, yours falling shut as well “ya make my heart soar when ya smile at me”.

You turned your head to brush your lips gently against his. “I want ya close ta me, always”, he whispered. At his words, you took his face in your hands and pressed your lips firmly against his. He immediately returned this in an initially cautious kiss, which very quickly gave way to his passion and became more heated.

He lifted you up easily and you slung your legs around him. A soft moan slipped past your lips as his tough started exploring your mouth. He carried you to his workbench, where he set you down without interrupting the kiss.

His warm hand roaming your body, pulling at the fabric of your clothes while you got rid of his harness and shirt. Finally you were able to let your hands glide over his muscular chest and abs. You broke the kiss, out of breath from the passionate kiss to take him in. He was breathtaking. As his eyes took you in hungrily, he slid his hands under your shirt, looking at you questioningly. You nodded and lifted your arms to help him take it off. He breathed out a soft Oh, as he saw your exposed chest for the first time, as you didn't wear a bra underneath. It made you giggle softly.

“Are ya sure ya want this?” your captain asked in a hoarse wisper. His fingers were tracing the exposed skin on your side , itching to go higher. You placed your hands on either side of his face and placed your lips on his nose bridge with a smile. “I am sure, Kid. I want you with me, and on me,” your lips glide down to his lips “and inside me.” you whispered into a hungry kiss. The bold confession made you blush and unleashed a hunger in Kid. His right hand cupped your chest and massaged it gently. In turn, you arched your back, moaning for more into his mouth.

Done with patience, Kid let go of your breasts and ripped your pants off quickly. With a soft tuck on your lips, he let them go to watch, as he pulled down your underwear. Your wetness has made it through the fabric, it left a thin connection to your skin as he pulled it away. “Fuck”, He breathed out, his eyes almost gleaming with lust. “So wet, so beautiful…” he mused as he gently started to toy with your folds, making you shiver. “and all for me?”. You mewled, as he teased you, biting your lips. “Yes Kid…all for you” you said, with that soft smile that made him crazy.

He inserted one finger into your entrance, earning him a whimper from you, and then quickly a second one. He watched you closely as he started pumping in and out and rubbing inside you to figure out the best way to make you feel good. Your desperate moans and mewls stroked his fire.

Kid growled, his hard cock pressing uncomfortably against the inside of his pants. You rubbed him through the fabric at first, now opening the zipper to pull him out. Your nimble fingers where circling his cockhead. He moaned against the skin of your neck, biting and kissing the soft flesh to leave marks there. “Shouldn't have said that, Love”, his low voice gave you goosebumps. “I will make you mine”.

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[the-ellia-west]

Writemas Challenge

Day 12

Thank you so much for @agirlandherquill for hosting this lovely challenge, and thank you all for reading it! (Even if I have been a little under motivated recently, I'm hopping back in!)

Prompts:

|A dream| The heartbeat beat in their bare palm, dripping dark, dripping bloody. Even out of its cage, the organ beat. It was admirable. It was beautiful.|

Tw: Blood

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The little Fae giggled as he ran up to his father, hands cupped around a small object. "Papa! Look!"

Jakkon raised an eyebrow, dropping down onto one knee as his son giddily took one of his hands away, holding it below the yellow ball of feathers, cupping it like it was the most valuable treasure in the world.

"Can we keep him?"

The Satyr tried not to laugh as the little chick chirped softly, blinking its tiny bead-like black eyes. "Runie... What about its Mama?"

The little Fae cradled the baby bird against his chest, pleading eyes meeting his father's.

"Look," Jakkon pointed to the hen by the coop and smiled at his son, pulling him close, "I don't think he would want to be taken from his Mama any more than you do, would he?"

Rune looked down at the baby bird in his hands, frowning slightly, his voice growing sad, "No..." He knelt, setting the chick at the edge of the hay. "I named him Corn. Go back to your Mama, little Corn!"

The Satyr ruffled his son's hair. "And what do we say?"

"Bye bye!" Rune waved to the bird as it darted back to it's mother.

"Runie... what do you say about going to see your Mama? As a treat?"

"YAY!" The little fae flapped his hands happily and his father scooped him into his arms.

-

The ring of the bell broke through the ambient noise as Jakkon stepped into the shop, a familiar cheery voice greeting him upon entrance. "Welcome! Thank you for stopping by, sorry, I'll be with you in a moment!"

"Wowww... Runie, isn't that strange? Mama doesn't have time to even say hello to us!"

Rune grinned. "Mama! Why not?"

At the sound of their voices, Eveny spun around, a big grin settling across her face. "Runie! Jak!"

"Hello, Honeybee!" Jakkon spun around as she held out her arms for Rune, giving her a little smug smile. "Nope! For that, there's a price."

Eveny laughed as she leaned in to kiss him, lifting the little Fae from his arms. "How was your day?"

"It was great! I got to play with the other kids, and I found a little chicken, I named him Corn. I wanted to keep him, but Papa said he'd be happier with his Mama!"

"Did he now?" Eveny smiled, "Well, I'll have to talk to him, don't you think?"

Rune grinned excitedly as she put him down, "Thank you Mama! Can I go play in the garden?"

"You may."

He darted off toward the back of the house, just outside the window where they could still keep an eye on him.

"I'm offended, Evie, you clearly love him more than you love me!" Jakkon jokingly shook his head, and Eveny laughed.

"Well, he is cuter than you!"

The Satyr gasped in mock offense, and lifted her hand, pressing a gentle kiss against her knuckles, just below the ring. "How dare you."

"Well, it's true! Now what's this I hear about chickens?"

"Exactly what he told you!" The Satyr shrugged.

A quiet pause stretched between then.

"We should get him one."

"Absolutely not."

Then she screamed.

Jakkon startled awake, violently torn from the pleasant sedative-induced dream into bright searing agony, ropes digging into his flesh, blood dripping from his mouth to his own deaperate pleas for mercy. The sudden movement made him dizzy, and he slumped as the blurry igure in front of him raised a familiar metal contraption of metal needles hooks and wires. In their other hand was a heart.

It beat in their bare palm, dripping dark, dripping bloody. Even out of its cage, the organ beat. It was admirable. It was beautiful. Jakkon tried to flinch away as the metal hooks slipped behind his teeth, jamming into his gums and tearing his mouth open.

The man grinned as the Satyr began to choke on his own blood. "Welcome back to reality, Jakkon. It's close to dinner time."

Thank you for reading, I love to read your comments! Have a lovely day!

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[seafoamwaffle]

These New Dreams

I finally got around to polishing up the first chapter of my Stardew Valley Ranchers, which you can now find on ao3! I'm slightly embarrassed it took me this long, but at least it's up now.

Rating: General Audiences Word count: 3k Tags: Alternative Universe - Stardew Valley, Jimmy-centric, Jimmy, Grian and Pearl are cousins, Pearl and Grian are siblings, New start, Hurt/Comfort, Social Anxiety, Anxiety Disorder, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Additional Tags to Be Added

They stopped once they reached another big clearing and oh—he’d thought Pearl had been exaggerating about how overgrown the property had become. But wild weeds and debris stretched as far as the eye could see. Fields of wheat and corn had given way to sturdy maples and pine trees. And the house… Well, it looked as though no one had set foot in or around it for more than a decade. “Told you it was bad,” Pearl half-snickered. “You’re exaggerating! With enough time this can all be fixed up easily.” “Says the carpenter. The house looks like it’s being held together with duct tape and Gramps’ old stubbornness! Are you sure this is even safe to stay in?” Grian waved a hand in dismissal. “I went to check it over a few days back. It’s not a luxury resort or anything, it’s covered in about an inch layer of dust and I’m pretty sure a lot of the wiring and plumbing needs to be redone, but it’s not going to collapse at a moment's notice.” “Reassuring,” Jimmy mumbled under his breath

After a rough couple of months, Jimmy realizes he needs a change. Solution? Moving back to his childhood home in Pelican Town

I already have a second draft written, though I have no clue when I'll be able to post it because I am still very busy with school (yay late graduation!) so I have no clue what my posting schedule will look like.

Thank you so much for reading through and have a lovely day <3

[eksvaized]

Part Nine König / Ghost / Reader [ Previous 〡 Next ] ︱AO3 ︱Wattpad ︱ taglist (if you want to be added - let me know!): @strawberrygato, @ghostslittlegf, @eskalotte, @abcdbleh, @yawning-grave81, @liamwholover, @valira-demaur, @idek101-01, @mizu-bozu, @pinkslaystation only one more chapter to go, yay!!

The moment Simon first steps into the room, your senses falter and fail to immediately recognize the man standing before you. As your eyes unwillingly land on an imposing figure, dressed entirely in black with a sinister skull mask obscuring his features, a scream erupts from your throat, only to be stifled by the tape on your mouth. Each deliberate, heavy step he takes towards you seems to echo ominously, causing your already terrified body to coil tighter in fear. The tension knotted in your muscles is pulled so taut; it feels as if it’s on the brink of snapping , like a wire stretched past its limit.

Desperately, you attempt to convince yourself that this is not real. You try to imagine that it’s only a nightmare. A mere figment of your overactive imagination. But when Simon sits on the edge of the bed and the mattress creaks under his weight, the sound resonates with a harsh reality that shatters your hope. It’s at this moment that you know, without a shadow of a doubt, it’s as real as the air you’re struggling to breathe.

His large, gloved fingertips trail slowly, almost delicately, under your quivering jaw before curling around your chin with an assertive forcefulness that brooks no resistance. His grasp is unyielding, forcing you to meet his gaze, to look into his eyes.

“It’s a shame our little fling has to end like this,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb brushes across the rough surface of the tape, tracing the curve of your lips hidden beneath.

Your body instinctively shrinks away from his touch. A fresh wave of tears, akin to a looming storm cloud, wells up in the corners of your eyes, threatening to surge forth, ready to cascade down your already damp cheeks.

Before, his hands on your skin, his fingers caressing and kneading your flesh, his lips exploring the contours of your body—all of it kindled a fire inside you, leaving you yearning for more, consumed by a craving that was insatiable. But now, all you want is to repel him, to shove away his touch, to erase all memories of the times you willingly got in his bed.

At first, you fight back. Your body convulses and shakes violently on the bed as you try with every ounce of strength to let out a scream, to somehow make him back off. You grit your teeth, your muscles straining as you fight against the bindings. But as the struggle continues, a crippling exhaustion seeps into your limbs. You come to a grim realization that your efforts are in vain—there’s not much, if anything at all, that you can do while bound.

The only reason you force yourself to regain your composure, to calm your racing heart that is pounding against your ribcage like a wild animal in a cage, is the small glimmer of hope that shines in the darkness. If Simon has any intention of moving you out of here, out of this dimly lit, fear-soaked bedroom, he will have to untie your wrists from the headboard. And when that moment comes, you plan to seize that fleeting opportunity to make a run for it, to escape from this hellish nightmare.

You notice Simon incessantly glancing at his phone. His eyes flicking to the screen every few seconds. You can practically feel his mounting frustration, his rapidly dwindling patience filling the space with an oppressive tension. But then, the faint sound of a car pulling into the driveway penetrates the silence, causing him to spring to his feet. Your heart drops like a stone in your chest and your eyes widen in terror, your back suddenly slick with a cold, clammy sweat. Whoever he’s been awaiting, whoever he’s been so impatiently expecting, has now arrived, and you can’t help but dread what happens next.

In a swift movement, Simon pulls out a blade, twirling it in a nonchalant manner between his fingers as if it were nothing more than a toy. The incongruity of the situation - the casual display of the weapon - momentarily stuns you. He then presses the cold metal against your throat. The chill of it seeps into your skin. You’re too afraid to even breathe, your instincts screaming at you to pull your head back, to get as far away from the blade as possible. But his hand clamps onto the back of your neck, keeping you firmly in place against your frantic efforts.

“I’m going to cut the ropes now... but if you try to run—” His words send an icy shiver racing down your spine as he drags the blade across your skin, stopping abruptly as the sharp tip of it grazes your exposed collarbone. He doesn’t need to finish the sentence — the threat in his voice is clear enough, and the implication of what would happen if you tried to flee hangs heavy in the air.

The front door hinges creak, and the subtle sound of footsteps ring through the hallway, growing louder as they approach the bedroom. A wave of dizziness and panic washes over you, so intense it’s almost tangible. Your heart pounds violently against your rib cage, threatening to burst forth, and you have to expend every ounce of your remaining strength to brace yourself against the overpowering urge to faint.

Simon, his fingers firm around your shoulder, makes you sit up and instructs you to place your hands behind your back. You comply, your arms trembling. But before he can bind your wrists again, the bedroom door swings open with a dramatic flourish, causing both you and Simon to swivel your heads towards the ominous silhouette that now looms in the doorway.

In the dim light, you recognise König, and a shaky whimper escapes your dry, cracked lips, a sound that is half relief, half terror and muffled by the tape. Despite everything, you’ve never been happier or more relieved to see him; he wasn’t supposed to come home tonight. Simon straightens his back, his hand pushing you back into the bed with too much force. You crumple onto the mattress, your face buried in the cold linen.

König, however, wastes no time. He merely pauses for a split second, his eyes absorbing the scene like a hawk spotting its prey, before launching himself at Simon with the raw ferocity of a wild beast. When his clenched fist collides with Simon’s skull, you hear a sickening crack, and the shockingly loud sound of impact reverberates off the walls, sending a chilling echo through the room.

Summoning every ounce of strength that remained in your weary body, you manage to roll out of the bed. The harsh impact of the cold floor against your skin is jarring. You painstakingly pick yourself up, wincing as you rip the tape off your mouth. Your skin stings, your lips throb with residual pain, but the momentary discomfort is worth it as you’re finally able to take a deep, gasping breath, your lungs burning with the sheer effort.

“Lauft! Raus mit dir!” König roars when his eyes fall on your shaking frame; he has Simon pinned to the wall.

König doesn’t often use German around you, and your knowledge of the language is rudimentary at best. However, at this moment, you don’t need fluency to understand the command he’s issuing. His eyes, filled with a desperate plea, speak louder. As your heart thunders in your chest, adrenaline fueling your movements, you race out of the bedroom, but a sudden realization brings you to a halt.

König’s order is clear—he wants you to flee, to escape the danger and ensure your own safety. But leaving him to face Simon alone is a choice you can’t bear to make. The guilt that gnaws at your conscience is a harsh reminder that you are the root cause of this chaos—you are the one who let Simon into your lives. The ensuing guilt and shame, the overwhelming sense of responsibility, it consumes you.

The adrenaline courses through your veins like wildfire, setting every nerve in your body ablaze with a high alertness that makes drawing a full, satisfying breath an insurmountable task. With your heart pounding like a war drum, you sprint towards the kitchen, your movements frantic and slightly uncoordinated due to the sheer fear coursing through you. As you search the surroundings, your hands knock off various items from the countertops, causing a cacophony of shattering noises as several things break upon impact with the floor.

Finally, your fingers wraps around the handle of the largest knife you can find, its weight somehow comforting in your trembling grip. However, just as you turn around, an unexpected punch lands squarely in your stomach. The force of it knocks the wind out of you, causing your vision to blur and distort as you gasp for air.

You collapse onto your knees; the knife slipping from your grasp and clattering noisily across the floor. It ends up far from your reach when a boot kicks it towards the corner. As you attempt to rise, the same boot now stomps down on your arm, pinning you to the floor while a knee digs into your back, grinding against your spine with unyielding pressure.

“What the fuck, Ghost?” The voice of the stranger who attacked you booms out, but the only response is the sound of punches being traded from the direction of the bedroom.

Each breath comes in sharp gasps, as if fighting against the relentless pain scorching your back. Determined, you try to push yourself up again, pressing your palms into the hard floor. However, your efforts are thwarted as another forceful shove sends you sprawling back down.

When fingers wrap around your hair and your head is yanked upwards, you can’t suppress a whimper. “Hands behind your back!” The gruff voice barks into your ear, but stubborn defiance flares within you, and you refuse to heed the command.

The man growls in frustration, the sound raw and animalistic, and abruptly lets go of your hair. His hands immediately shift to your arms, yanking them back with a brute force that takes your breath away. You struggle against the iron grip, your limbs flailing, kicking and screaming in an attempt to break free. But even as you expend all your strength, the stranger proves to be stronger.

When you raise your head once more, it falls back down and your cheek meets the cold tiles, their chill seeping into your skin.

In a flurry of motion and raw emotion, König bursts in, his entrance into the kitchen akin to a hurricane. His eyes are ablaze, the fire of vengeance and unbridled rage dancing in his gaze. He takes in the scene, you, sprawled on the ground with a man over you, pinning you down to the ground without mercy.

The terror spikes in your heart and your eyes widen further when you notice a figure stealthily approaching König from behind. Like a predator, he lurks in the shadows, an ominous presence made more menacing by the mysterious object he clutches in his hand.

Simon. His name echoes in your mind as he comes into view. Using a sleeve of his shirt, he wipes the blood off his face. His mask has been ripped off, revealing his now bare face. His nose is twisted in an unnatural manner, likely broken, and his bottom lip is swollen, the skin around it an angry shade of red.

“Behind you!” You yell, but König doesn’t react because his focus is solely on you; his attention honed on the stranger above you. König lunges at the stranger, ready to rip him off from your prone form, his intention—to tear the stranger’s head off his shoulders.

But then, in a split second, with the abruptness of a lightning strike, someone’s gun goes off, its explosive noise shattering the tranquillity, only to be replaced by a haunting hush.

König stops abruptly in his tracks, his momentum suddenly coming to a complete halt, as if ensnared by invisible chains. The world seems to slow down as you watch the light slowly start to fade from his eyes, replaced by a distant, vacant stare. His lips part slightly, an unspoken word lingering on the tip of his tongue. He wants to say something, but can’t.

His intense gaze is fixed on you. But his body, which until now stood erect and defiant, starts to collapse, crumpling slowly down to the ground—not a single word, not even the faintest whisper, manages to escape his lips before he succumbs to his inevitable fall.

The once pristine white tiles beneath you now bear the grim witness to the ever-spreading stain of dark crimson blood. The pungent, metallic smell of iron forcefully invades your senses. Your voice is choked with sorrow, and you cry out his name, once, twice, and then multiple times, each utterance more desperate than the last. Your pleas ring through the silence, but König shows no signs of movement and remains still as a statue.

Simon stands at the doorway, his gun pointed directly at König’s head, but upon realizing that a single bullet was enough and he didn’t miss, he lowers his arm and his eyes fall on you.

[shantismurf]

Hi! I'd LOVE to hear what your "Anger Management" WIP is about!

Haha oh I wrote this one out ages ago and will definitely come back to someday. I've got about 2.5k in outline all mapped out so once things clear up I think it'll flow well, I hope! It's a very loose adaptation of the movie Anger Management:

- Bilbo is a meditation instructor and Thorin has court-mandated anger management therapy.

- Set in Modern Middle Earth set in the Blue Mountains: Internet, smart phones, Khazad-dûm is a financial center like NYC

- Bilbo works for Gandalf in his meditation school/center "Grey Haven Meditation Center" (Dis asks "Shouldn't it be Gray Havens?" "No, we get that a lot."...The port city is "Gray Havens", Gandalf Greyhame thought it would be clever 😅)

- Gandalf and Belladonna met on a pilgrimage in (Middle Earth equivalent of Nepal...Harad?) 30-40 years ago

- Bilbo is a licensed social worker (requires a Bachelor's degree and a Master's of Social Work) which is what makes his meditation program eligible as therapy

- Appearance: wears sweater vests over a white tee and comfortable slacks with leather sandals, wears a different pair of glasses every time, horn-rimmed heavy frames, round wire-rimmed, tortoise shell half frames, dark red cats eye, orange narrow squared frames, curly hair is long enough to flop over his forehead but kept neat at the back - Thorin owned an investment firm in Khazad-dûm, wealthy and high-stakes, something where being angry and aggressive is desirable…stressful. Azog was a direct competitor involved in Shady Business. There was some kind of scandal or incident in KD that caused Thorin to become disgraced. He's moved to the Ered Luin to help Dis with the boys and get a fresh start.

- Appearance: long hair kept tied back in a tail, full beard trimmed, diamond stud earring in his left ear, wears expensive suits when working and in court but ugh no polos…hmm soft long sleeved sweaters and slacks, turtleneck with blazer, expensive shoes, maybe a short sleeve button up shirt with a geometric pattern embroidered in panels down the front, with jeans and vintage loafers (yay) a hat? Ooo classy! 😍 https://images.app.goo.gl/zeGR1Yw2nDFSs5aN6 https://images.app.goo.gl/Z5Nim4m9pgyhtAkr8  - The Blue Mountains are where Vili's family is and Dis didn't want to leave, so Thorin came to help with the boys and take a less active role in his firm, part time, virtual...maybe Dain is still there running the main business.

- Dis is a lawyer in a firm with Gloin. She struggled with nannies and sitters for two years after Vili passed in a car accident. It helps that Thorin's best friend from boarding school moved out here when he got married (Dwalin/Ori)

- Thorin complains that Azog has a hand in nearly every transaction in the Khazad-dûm stock markets, practically taken over, forced the Durins out. They come from Old Ereborian money.

What would Thorin have done to get in court? - Set up by Azog? Battery, filmed - Followed Thorin to EL from KD after whatever scandal/history and harassed him, made deals fall through, threatened his family, set up confrontation - Pale as a fish belly with a predatory smile, hulking brute wrapped in a $3000 suit, shows up in court with a little toady of a lawyer and a needlessly large bandage on the opposite side of his face from where he was struck. - Presents security camera footage with no audio that clearly shows Thorin stomping up to him, shouting and ranting, enraged look, almost unhinged, turning over a table, throwing a chair, then attacking him, throwing several punches before being pulled away by Dwalin. Thorin shifts uncomfortably under Dis' sharp gaze as the footage ends. - Initially had more severe charges but Dis represented him and got them reduced to therapy. Dis argued that he's new to town and has no history of violence here or in Khazad-dûm, that he's here to support his widowed sister and nephews. - Justice Elrond Peredhil presiding "Mr Durin, based on the evidence of security camera footage submitted in case 723 on the charges of assault and battery I find you guilty. I am ordering you to pay a fine of $3,500. In lieu of jail time, in the hopes that you may yet provide a positive role model for your young nephews, this court orders you to attend 12 hours of anger management therapy with an accredited therapist to be completed within the next 120 days." With a ringing strike of his gavel the judge intoned, "Dismissed." - Dwalin says maybe it's a good thing, Thorin gets snappy and defensive, "You're kinda provin' the point here."

Cue a bunch of cute meditation class scenes with a rag-tag bunch, Oin who falls asleep every class, Bofur whose meditation pillow is pink faux fur, etc 😁, a few dates where Thorin gets pressed and would normally have lost his head but realises he reflexively uses a breathing technique and Bilbo is so proud, and an ultimate scandal where Azog tries to get Bilbo's license revoked and Thorin's therapy invalidated due to their relationship.

[ollierachnid]

I’d like to know more about your swap AU! How did Walter, Dana, Janine, and Louis become the Ghostbusters in this timeline? Who invented & built the equipment? And what roles do the original guys play?

Oh yay, thank you for asking! That's very kind of you to do :]. Sorry for the slower response, I've been all over the place, lol.

Going to split into three-ish sections so it's easier to process but, a quick note is that characters still maintain the core components of their personalities and behaviour - so some of the jobs/experiences that bestowed the Ghostbusters with the capacity to perform their roles are a little altered to fit the alternative four!

I'm also going to toss it under a read-more because knowing myself, I'll go on an absolute screed, lol.

How did they become the Ghostbusters?

Okay, so initially, these characters were not interested in the paranormal (beyond Louis, later on), as all are very straightforward and logically minded and are not inclined towards supernormal explanations. However, Dana and Peck, who met in college and ended up sharing an apartment afterwards, were inspired to look into the concept after an encounter with a poltergeist in their 20s. Which caused them to lose a security deposit and kicked off their desire to both prove the existence of the supernatural and to prevent them from causing more inconvenience or harm to others. It's less out of a desire for understanding and a little more for control with them. Neither feels safe living in a world with unmitigated ghost activity, lol.

Peck and Dana (now older) conducted a lot of their first tests for their initial models on the campus for Columbia University where Dana is studying for her chemical engineering PhD, (one of her avenues of research was on the chemical composition of the supernatural and how they can be contained with man-made materials). They eventually meet Janine here, as she worked at Columbia as a sociology professor and was interested in their strange shenanigans. But their consistent use and destruction of university property got them in enough trouble to be booted from their facilities, Janine alongside them as an 'instigator' and 'enabler'.

After this, they make contact with and catch their first ghost, then the Ghostbusters form "officially" in much the same way as they do in canon.

Louis is the newest employee, a man who wanted to switch careers after becoming disillusioned and bored in his accounting position. He's very keen to learn about ghosts and is actually the member who begins to categorise and label them. He tends to be handling the PKE meter, goggles and sniffer, as he does not do swell lugging the pack about for extended periods (he does occasionally arm himself with someone else's wand, as long as they are wearing the pack itself).

Who constructed the equipment?

This one is a litttttleeee up in the air still, but I've honed in on Peck and Dana for the most part. In this little universe, they have become more technically-minded portion of the team! Peck has a degree in environmental/agricultural engineering and had a particular inclination towards the mechanical aspects of engineering, his initial plan to become an EPA officer fell through (because of his caustic personality) and so he spent his time post graduation tinkering about while working crummy odd jobs. He can jerryrig parts together with shocking ease and is responsible for most of the external components of the equipment. He's not as invested in the spirits the others are, but can construct large swathes of the technology Dana blueprints or conceptualises.

Dana, conversely is responsible for most of the internal wiring and components. As mentioned in the prior answer, she has a biochemical inclination.

What are the other four up to?

They've all filled in for the 'now Ghostbusters' four in some regard, while not exactly one-to-one they are in the same 'place' within the plot.

Peter is functionally Dana. He is haunted and possessed by Zuul, though unlike canon-Dana, he is aware of the haunting but mostly blasé about it. He is still a flirt, but the pursuit between him and Dana is kind of backwards I.E. he invites her to his house to investigate Zuul and then does his whole leering thing towards her that way. I actually have a scene concept wherein she's so sick of being invited that Peck and Louis go instead to try to ward him off a little. Much to his chagrin. "You're not Dana -" "We're Ghostbusters, you called the Ghostbusters, no?". Ray wants to be his buddy, but Peter is very smarmy, uninterested, and Venkman-esc about it. He plays double bass in an orchestra, inspired by the plucking thing he does with Dana's cello in GB2, and also teaches strings.

Ray is filling in for Louis, still socially overeager but unfulfilled. Possessed by Vinz. He's not necessarily attracted to Peter but is instead rather keen on forming a friendship that Peter does not reciprocate much. Narratively, he'd end up joining the Ghostbusters like Louis does in 2. At the time of the story, he's a bookstore employee/manager and is very passionate about his work.

Winston is Janine's equivalent, he's has a lot less of a biting/snarky personality but very much holds his own as a secretary. He decided in-universe that he wanted a break from hard work after his military stint and so opted for desk work - this does not go entirely to plan as the GB secretary job is very demanding, lol.

Egon kind of ends up as Peck. He's an EPA agent, but because his canon personality carries over, his no-nonsense and rule orientated decision-making is more out of genuine protection of the city and environment and not very ego based. He's just a strong stickler for regulation and also.., Peck rubs him the wrong way bc Peck is a vain bastard who refuses to comply with any investigation. Which is the catalyst to his intense investigation. He's very stern and (usually) less incendiary, but he will not back down when he figures what the Ghostbusters are doing is dangerous.

[cadet-songbird]

AH hiiii finding your blog at a time where I’ve suddenly become obsessed with cybertronian medical headcanons and worldbuilding is like having mana fall from the sky LOL I adore your passionate niche

Do you have any favorite, uniquely Transformer related medical headcanons or procedures? I.e. how subspace or comm system integration works with their anatomy and if it affects them when those systems are damaged, how exactly a medic would stabilize a bot that’s bleeding out and losing energon from say a gun shot wound, or even theories on critical components besides their spark or whatnot?

I’m so interested in hearing literally anything you’ve got!

WOOO! WE FOUND ANOTHER ONE

Hello, fellow human being. I love hearing from other fans that share the same interests as me :) This is the main reason I joined tumblr. Well, that and I wanted the ability to interact with Earthstellar's posts. But I digress.

I could ramble for hours on any one of these topics, but I'll restrain myself because I have homework to do. So- how does a medic stabilize a GSW victim? FYI- This is heading into headcannon-heavy waters. You're a medic on the battlefield and you're assisting a squad mate who's been blasted in the chassis. Let's say that you and your patient are no longer under fire, so you can actually start treatment.

You're looking down at your patient. They are able to talk to you in short sentences. They seem fairly coherent. Yay! Now, let's keep them that way.

Personally, I headcannon three life-saving interventions. Capping wires, sealing the spark chamber, and clamping bleeding energon lines. We also know that transformers have a core temperature of 42C (107.6F for my fellow 'muricans) so keeping our patient warm is also important to prevent hypothermia and breakdown of their natural clotting process. Mylar blankets are helpful when in the field and/or when transporting your patient.

Since this patient has a blast to the chassis, you're looking right away for any light from the spark chamber escaping. Not only is this painful for your patient to experience, but it's a fast killer. If you spot any leaking light, you'd place a temporary patch that's heat-resistant. Remember to clean the area with alcohol or another cleaner and LET IT DRY before applying the patch or sometimes it won't stick. Don't worry about how it looks. You'll worry about that later.

Next, you notice main energon lines that are leaking. You grab clamps and clamp off those lines. This is pretty straightforward. Though- make sure to give your patient pain control later because this is an intervention that hurts and will stay painful for as long as the lines are clamped. I'll attach a picture of these clamps below.

Lastly, our patient blowing up would be less than ideal so let's *not* have sparking wires around leaking energon (Which is combustable)! This step is pretty straightforward. AND GUESS WHAT

There's different caps for different sizes and kinds of wires. Kinda like human airway adjuncts are color coded.

Alrighty. Those are your first three steps in keeping your patient alive. OFC, you're nowhere near being done but these are most critical issues out of the way. After these interventions, you need to confirm that your patient has sensation, circulation, and motion in all limbs. Note any discrepancies and don't forget to document interventions.

...there ya go! Now, it's time for me to be actually productive today.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

I still have so many shows to catch up on, but I could not resist starting The Sign. Idol Factory just puts on too good of a show, and I am weak for soulmate shit.

Oh good! I would hate to start with a boring sound.

The fighting does have a rehearsed quality, but for BL, it's actually pretty good! They're not having to cut away every half second.

Side note - if anyone out there is thinking of being a bad guy, helpful hint. Don't scream as you attack the cops. Kinda gives things away.

Ah, yes, that vital part of police training, where you remove safety gear to make sure you look cool when doing your moves.

Wait...Kaownah?

What are you doing here, baby!?

Oh....you're a dick.

Also, I definitely should have picked up this was all part of the training when one of them was all "eh, try the yellow wire" with the bomb diffusion, but the best clue is the hostage under the spotlight. This lighting cracks me up.

Ok, I'm a little confused about this part.

Because I rewatched the fight, and yeah, Phaya does briefly glance behind him to see the rod sticking out. But he never actually got that close to it, because of Tharn running in. How does he make this connection? Or is it just soulmate vibes?

Aww, Tharn, baby, you getting feels already.

Holy hell is this cinematography good!

Freen looks so amazing!

Omg

How is this drama so damn funny?

This woman is a queen and I love her.

Wait - they're just openly showing this on the news?! "Hey, look at this dead body everybody!".

Damn, Yai, you've never seen this man before, and yet you immediately ship.

Y'know there were a few bright shiny months in there where it seemed like the fall kiss was going to go away. And now there's both this and Middleman's Love.

Can we do an exorcism circle or something? (No shade to those of you who love them. I just really don't).

But that said, these two really have good chemistry.

Billy was good with Seng, but I think I might like him better with Babe?

I love these two little idiots.

I also love that Khem clearly watched Gameboys.

Well, this is a flirting technique I have not seen before.

Omg, not Phaya just straight going for a handful.

Billy's bringing out the horny face. Tharn is so in trouble!

I have no idea where we are going on this ride, but I am so here for it!

[wishyouloveme]

I'll always get you back.

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem! reader

warnings: Use of kidnapping, profiling, violence, ...uhhh my dumbass brain? I thinks that's it

A/N: I'M SO SORRY. MY MOTIVATION FOR WRITING HAS GONE KURSPLAT ON THE GROUND. I promise I'm getting there, I promise. I kind of changed how the story went, so instead of being suspected, all they know is that it could be the reader!

requested? By Anonymous, "Hi, I saw that you write for Criminal Minds? I was wondering if I could request somethin for a Spencer Reid × Reader ? Preferably where Reader is the suspected Unsub of a case the BAU is working on. Reid is the one that goes undercover with the team as backup in a social setting to try and catch Reader in the act of getting ready to commit or kidnap.

Maybe Reader is able to profile to a certain degree and instantly realizes something is off with Reid, though they aren't sure what. You can kinda take it from there if you'd like ??

Or if you need / want more ideas for a case or anything like that, I can send another ask or try to DM you about some that I might have"

story under the cut

"are you serious?"

Aaron Hotchner was obviously pissed off. The unsub had gotten away again, another body, another person dead, because his team couldn't realize that they knew who it was.

"okay, new plan! Reid, your going undercover. we know where she will be, so go to the lucky pot cassino, and get her in the act."

Aaron says, tossing Spencer a wire, and then getting into the van.

Spencer never usually dresses in a tux and a tie, but this casino won't let you in without some sort of formal wear, and he had to look respectful and respectable in order to catch this unsubs eye.

You on the other hand, were in a long black dress, and gold heels, doing one of your favorite things. People watching. You watched as a woman stumbled over her feet, obviously having had too much to drink. You watch as the man who had won it all, had re-bet, and quite quickly, lost it all. You also watched when this new guy came in. dressed in a black suit and tie, looking like he didn't belong there.

Almost automatically you could tell something was weird about him, just by the sheer uncomfortableness he seemed to have walking around the casino, and how overly nervous he seemed as well. You made a mental note of it and went on with your night.

Spencer on the other hand, had already seen you, but was still figuring out who the unsub was. All he had seen was a pretty woman in a black dress, watching him. That could mean a multitude of things.

He watched you as you walked over to the pool table, running your hand teasingly across some guy's bicep, he made a mental note of how this guy seemed to have just lost a big bet.

You leaned up close to the man, your hold tight on his bicep as you purred a few words out, running your hand back down, before walking away, the Guy following you like a lost puppy.

Spencer realized this, and was trying to decide between following you, or sitting around to try and find the unsub. He followed you, knowing very well you could have been the unsub, and he couldn't just walk away, knowing someone might get killed because he made the wrong choice.

You walk outside with the guy

"You know, I haven't had something like this happen since-"

You shut him up by smacking him over the head with the end of a gun, and he fell to the floor in a clump, and you tsked, seeing Reid in the shadows

"it always sucks when you got to make them pass out. they always talk to much" You hum.

Putting your gun back in its holster, you go to grab the guy, only to see around ten cops swarming you with guns, and you automatically let out a grunt of annoyance, lifting you hands up and sighing.

"why?" Spencer asks you, to which you just smirked.

"those who pretend to be holier then god, will soon get to meet the maker"

YAY! i hope you liked it Anon! you can send in another request if you want, or if you just wanna talk to me without reveling yourself!

I have to say legally, i did not make the Gif!

all reposts and comments are welcome!

[origami-butterfly]

Uhhh headcanons about Oscar?

YAY AN OPPORTUNITY TO TALK ABOUT MY BELOVED!!! Uhhh... some of this has potential to be triggering? Maybe? Uh.. mentions of religious trauma and mentions of intrusive thoughts, so I'm putting it under a cut (also people are probably not that interested in my thoughts about this gayass priest)

- He's greyromantic and ace (and in love with Arthur, obviously)

- The way he shows his love is very similar to worship, because it's what he's been taught by priests growing up

- Adding onto that, his wires are crossed, meaning he mixes fear and love because the Catholic Church teaches that to love God is to fear him. (Also based on what he says in 36, I think the priests would be like that as well)

- Sometimes priests double as organists! I think Oscar would have some basic musical training, enough to play chords and a melody during worship (him and Arthur should duet...)

- Re: the previous one, I think he would've hated lessons, and hates playing in services because there's people around, but loved playing pieces he liked, by himself.

- He has coeliac disease. I don't know where I got this hc, it came to me in a vision. (My church solely uses gluten free bread so perhaps it cane from there)

- He wears glasses. Square frame ones specifically.

- The worst churches always tell young people right from the start, that they are imperfect and therefore unworthy of God's love, the only person who could be is Jesus, and given what we know about Father McKenna, I'm think Oscar would be raised that way, so he's constantly striving for perfection to the point of obsession.

- HOWEVER, he does not preach the same thing in his church! I think he's the type to try and fix the system from the inside, and teaches the young at his church that they are good enough for God, that he loves them even though they sin.

- He gets bad intrusive thoughts. Because Christianity (and Catholicism especially) is deeply obsessed with purity, he'd try to repress them more and it would only get worse. Maybe taking a hammer to father mckenna was the catalyst for them. (When he falls for Arthur, he's convinced it's an "evil thought" and believes repressing it would make it stop, he's convinced he's condemned to hell.)

- Oscar fiddles with his rosary beads when he thinks about Arthur, so to an outsider it looks like he's praying, but actually he's thinking about someone else... there's a link to the commandment "have no other gods but me" to be made here, but it's late and I can't think of it.

- He's soooo huggable, he loves physical contact.

[redheadspark]

characters who’ve been married for years falling in love all over again with oliver wood please 💞

A/N - YAY! Oliver Wood for the win with this request! Thank you or requesting, anon!

Once Again

Summary - Attending a friend's wedding brings out old memories for you and your husband

Warnings - Just some magical fluff for our Quidditch Captain!

"And now it's time for the first dance of our newly weds! Please welcome up to the floor, Mr. and Mrs. George Weasley!"

The married couple walked over to the center of dance floor under the massive tent, the rest of the guests stopping their chatter with each other at their tables to watch as a soft melody was playing over the top of their heads. Molly Weasley, with Misty eyes and a grin on her face, flicked her wand and the lights were dimmed to set the midd as her son and her daughter-in-law started to sway together. It was a romantic site for certain, a site of new things to come and a great future ahead for all in attendance.

The first great thing to happen right after the war and the defeat of Voldermort.

Towards the back of the cluster of tables, at the Quidditch table with the older teammates of the newlywed couples, was Oliver Wood in his kilt and tie and a soft smile on his lips. Watching his two friends tie the knot (Finally, in his opinion) was a the highlight of the year for him, even more so than be promoted to being a starter at Puddlemore United.

Oliver knew that both Angelina and George wanted and desired a normal life after all they went through at the Battle of Hogwarts, even with the loss fo Fred Weasley and plenty of others at the hands of Death Eaters. Everyone wanted to forget the pain and the grief that they have had to endure for months after, and once they all got the invitations to this wedding, it was a pure sign of hope.

So he sat with Katie Bell, Lee Jordan, Dean Thomas, and a few others while the first dance was being held, his eyes started to wander from the wedding couple to the others that were watching. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were watching with massive smiles and tears on their faces, snuggled together at their own table with Angelina's parents who were just as moved. Harry Potter and his wife Ginny Weasley were sitting with Hermione and Ron Weasley over at the side near the Bridal table, wrapped in each other's arms. Even Hagrid and Professor Magonagall were there too, just a touched at the sight. But one person did catch Oliver's eyes, over near the opening of the tent and out next to the massive field that was perched in front of the Weasley's home.

You, Oliver's wife of 3 years.

Your wedding was a bit different from this one, it wasn't even a wedding really. It was a secret union that was during the dark times of the Death Eater's roaming the countryside and Voldemort taking over the Ministry of Magic. You were more worried about being discovered since you were a Half-Blood, hearing stories of others being taken from their homes in the dead of night and never being seen again.

Oliver swore to you he would protect you, but he too was just as worried since you both were already living together right out of graduating Hogwarts. You were already planning on getting married anyways, but since time was not on your side and Oliver was beyond wired you were going to be taken, you two were married by a muggle priest in the dead of night at a local church, both of your parents being witnesses.

Now that the war was over, Oliver made a promise to himself he would give you a proper wedding.

He got up from his chair was the song was still playing, the audience cooing as George gave Angelina a twirl while Oliver moved along the back of the tent to not make a seen. HIs eyes were on you though, dressed in deep red gown and you hair in a delicate bun. One hand was bracing a pillar that was up next to you, which was other was on your stomach.

Your stomach with a very slight belly evident.

"Honey, you okay?" Oliver asked as he approached you. You nodded while he slipped an arm around your waist.

"I'm alright, Oli. I just needed to walk around is all," You reassured him. Oliver hummed, knowing you wouldn't lie to him as you both were watching the dance come to an end. You leaned back against him, his head connecting to your as you grinned.

"Took them long enough to get together," You murmured.

"Aye, the boys and I had a bet on how long it'll take for them to be married," Oliver whispered, you giggled and swatting his arm.

"That's horrible," You scolded, though you were grinning.

"What, you weren't thinkin' the same?" Oliver challenged. You just gave him a playful glare as the guest clapped. George and Angelina still held each other as the rest of the guests walked onto the floor to join them, another song being played and the lights coming back up.

"Wanna dance?" You asked Oliver, but his arm around your waist was a bit tighter then as he shook his head.

"Not yet, luv. I wanna just stand here, with ya." Oliver explained, you were about to ask him if he was alright when his hand slightly touched your lower stomach. You paused, feeling the tenderness of his fingers against the fabric of your dress and how gentle he was in that moment.

It was still a secret for you two when you found out you were pregnant, something you wanted to keep to yourselves for a little bit more before you would tell anyone. Especially at this wedding, this was meant for George an Angelina. Oliver was over the moon when you told him after your doctors appointment, wishing he could tell everyone about it. Yet you both decided to wait a few more weeks until things were cooled down.

"I owe you a weddin'," Oliver reassured you as your classmates were dancing together on the floor, "A proper one at that,"

"We had a wedding," You reminded him, "And although it wasn't ideal, I'm glad we got married when we did."

"Even during a war?" Oliver asked, you looked over your shoulder at him as he was giving you a pensive stare. You had to smile at him, moving to face him and wrap your arms around his neck while his own arms slipped around your waist with ease.

"Even during a war, in a cellar, with our parents there. It was perfect, Oliver," You promised him, you both taking in a moment to be in your own little world as the wedding was still going on. Oliver loved holding you like this, and he would whenever he could.

It made him remember you two being together in your days at Hogwarts as students. Oliver was never girl crazy in his earlier years, up until you came along in your fourth year. He thought of you as smart, one of the best Gryffindors in your year when it came to Potions and giving Snape a run for his money. Oliver had no idea why you both never got together sooner since you were both the same year, but once you starting dating, he was a goner. You were snarky, always keeping Oliver on his toes with your comments and humor, incredibly sympathetic and fierce with younger students, and would come to every game Oliver played as the Quidditch Captain.

He's heard stories on what falling in love would do to a man, but he thought he would have that himself. But he did, thanks to you.

Now, so many years later and with a few years of marriage under your belts and a little one on a way, Oliver was still finding himself utterly in love with you. You both were hiding with his parents when Muggle Borns were disappearing, never doubting your choice of being married for a second since you both knew that surviving that dark time alone was no option. Even when you both were called to defend the school from Voldermort and his followers, Oliver was hesitant to have you go. Yet you grabbed your wand, took his hand in yours and gave him a hard look.

"We go together, Oliver." You reminded him.

"I love you," Oliver hummed as you both were hugging, swaying to your own music as the breeze from the field was coming through the open tent. The rest of the wedding was going on, paying you two no mind as you grinned against his chest.

"I love you too, Oli," You said back to him, "Always have, and always will,"

The End.

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox

Valentine's Prompt Session

[firstdivisiongirl]

(Killer x Reader) That One Friend

My sister (who refuses to get a tumblr) put in a request. For a Killer x reader. Where the reader is a random hilarious Kid Pirate who gets together with Killer.

There is a fun little back story to this. My sister, who is not a huge one piece fan, loves Killer (her favorite boy), Kid, and Bepo (her overall favorite). We were talking one day about what rules we would be in One Piece on a crew. I’d be a swordswoman (obviously). She would be that random Pirate that is somehow alive and there to make sarcastic and random comments. Thus, we created the random Kid Pirate. So I thought I’d make the reader that random Pirate. I might make a little series out of this.

Warning: so much fluff. It’s so fluffy I’m going to die

Word count: 622

Everyone has that one friend.  That one friend who you don’t understand why or how they entered your life.  Killer had those thoughts about you A LOT.  The Kid Pirates met  you up on Sabaody Archipelago.  You were merely stopping on the island before you took your “solo show” into the new world.  Kid saw you, said you seemed cool and asked you to join.  You said yes obviously.  You were now a member, who seemed to be there anytime a joke or sarcastic comment was needed.  You were so notorious for this that the name on your wanted poster literally said “That Random Kid Pirate Y/N”. That’s what made Killer so intrigued, how did someone who seemed to suck at being a pirate get this far without drowning or pissing off the wrong person.  He called you cockroach because no matter what happened, you somehow came out alive.  

His thoughts were interrupted when you walked in, “What’s up Killer?  Don’t think too hard.  You don’t want to fry your brain like Kid.”  In the background, Killer could hear his beloved captain yelling shut up.  “No one asked you Kid,” you yelled back at the captain.  Killer couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“Anyways Killer, can you help clean the dishes?  You idiots eat way too much and if I do it by myself I’ll be cleaning till I’m at least 600.”

“I’ll help, don't worry cockroach.”

“Yay.  This is why you’re my favorite!”

If Killer didn’t have his mask on, you’d see he was blushing.  He had started to like you after you had drawn on Kid’s face after he got blackout drunk celebrating your birthday.  He loved how brave you were and how weird you were. He loved everything about you.  

The two of you walked into the kitchen and finished the dishes after about 3 hours (I know but these guys are huge).  The whole time he watched you as you carefully set down each plate after drying them making sure your clumsiness didn’t cause you to drop or knock any over.  

You two walked out of the kitchen and onto the main deck.  It was night time.  The sky was beautiful, it was a dark blue and covered in stars that reflected on the calm ocean.  

“The sky is so beautiful tonight,” you said staring at the sky.

“You sure are,” Killer said looking at you.  He could see the reflection of the sky in your E/C orbs.

“Is that the best line you got Killer?  I know you like meee but you could do so much better.”

Killer was shocked.  How did you know?  Was he that obvious?  Did Kid tell you?

“How long have you known?” he asked.

“2 years, 5 months, 2 days, and 22 hours. For a guy who wears a mask to hide his face, you aren’t good at hiding emotions apparently.”

Killer laughed.  That was the person he loved.  Still as weird and random as ever.

You walked up to him and kissed the spot on the mask where his mouth would be.  Again he blushed under the mask and you laughed a little.

“I like you too Killer,” you told him as you walked away heading to your room, “just to let you know now that we are dating, I expect a nice gift on my birthday.”

Killer was officially on cloud nine.  Until someone burst his bubble, “Took you two long enough,” Kid said from the crows nest, “I've been betting on this for months.  I thought I was going to lose money to Heat and Wire on this.”

Killer smiled.  At least there were three of you happy about this newfound relationship.  And two who probably weren’t.

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[toastthewolfie]

thinking a bit more abt alicia

(note: this’ll probably be updated but ive been working on this for a while and just want it to be DONE. Also i have NOT spellchecked this so apologies for any mistypes or incorrectly spelled word's (and grammar), but i am happy with it right now so here :3)

Small Overview: Alica ‘Cheetah’ Norris is my rainbow 6 siege oc. She’s a three speed one armor attacker and her ‘skill’ is a dart gun (the darts have a agent in them that causes temporary paralysis)

Small information thing that i dunno how to title: She’s 5’6, uses she/they, and is mixed (Latina/white, but she grew up in a mostly white American family so she’s not really in touch with her heritage).

Weapons: unsure what weapon she’s gonna use specifically but probably an assault riffle of some sort. Extremely unsure on secondary and gadgets (though probably flashbangs or frags)

rest under the tags bc LENGTH

Background/Past Experience Revamp: as ive said before, she’s a hostage negotiator. Except im changing her background quite a bit (she was part of the American ATF as a field agent before becoming a hostage negotiator but upon further research, she was part of SWAT (after a few years of being a patrol officer) after failing to get into the FBI and, despite how many of her instructors viewed her as mildly incapable due to ✨crippling anxiety✨(shes just like me fr), she managed to prove that she was in fact highly competent and able to defuse situations without too much training prior hence how she became a hostage negotiator at the age of 25 (shes older now so yay (EDIT: was reading over it and noticed i put 35 instead of 25 so sorry about that!)) and, despite not being military fbi, her skills on the field caught Rainbow’s attention, hence how she got in).

(fun fact: most of her scars actually come from setting up barbed wire, she hasnt had a lot of experience with it so she ended up cutting up her hands and lower arms when trying to learn it.)

Personality Revamp: While she’s still incredibly anxious, I’ve made her way more capable on the field. While off the field, she’s quite literally the definition of a ball of anxiety with legs, on the field the adrenaline steadies her nerves and throws her into the correct headspace to fight, though it’s kind of like a light switch. One moment she’s quietly freaking out and the next she appears completely calm and is talking strategy.

Counters: i dunno why ive just been thinking about this quite a bit 😭 Kure - I mean. She operates 2 robots. Im not an expert on robotics (far from it, i literally want to become an air traffic controller DO NOT QUOTE ME ON ANYTHING I YAP ABT) but im pretty sure that they’d be immune to a dart of paralytic fluid (unless maybe Alicia hits it in the right spot, and even then it’d be damaging the actual robot). Doc - Kind of in the sense that his stim pistol can reduce the affect of the dart (especially on himself) but im not 100% on this yet. Fenrir - This is more ‘lore’ based than game based but I imagine that Fenrir’s dread mines affect Alicia’s performance (aka exacerbating her already present anxiety). I was thinking about it and thought that the idea of Alicia nerfing herself via failed reloads would be really interesting! And then the idea that Fenrir’s dread mines (since they affect the mind for a short period of time) exist, what if Alicia has a chance of failing a reload while in the affected area, the chance increasing the longer one spends in the area.

Relationships: (Alicia is AroAce so none of these are romantic :3) Quite literally terrified of 90% of people on base. Most notably all the Russians, Zero, and Ash. She’s friendly with Blitz and Mozzie and acquainted with Fenrir (mostly due the fact that she has enough confidence in his loyalty to Rainbow) and Doc as she’s part of Wolfguard and likes being semi-acquainted with her team leader. (She is trying to expand the amount of people she’s acquainted with but it’s kinda hard when you’re scared of most everyone.)

Backstory: Okaaay Alicia’s backstory wasn’t really defined in the past but since my writing skills are better now, im working on it a bit more :D

Alicia was adopted by her parents (she doesn’t know her bioparents nor does she have any real interest in finding them) when she was 4. Her parents, however, were killed in a hit-and-run incident when she was 12, her aunt (Aurelia Norris)) then took custody of her (fun fact: both Aurelia and Alicia have poliosis!).

At the age of 18, she went into college for a degree in criminal psychology. After receiving her degree, alicia applied to her local police department (and the FBI but she was rejected, obviously), managed to become a patrol officer, and eventually joined SWAT where she proved her ability to defuse hostage situations in a pinch (despite almost everyone not believing it due to the fact that alicia was incredibly jumpy and panicky) hence her promotion of sorts to a crisis negotiator (that mostly focuses on hostage situations).

at the age of 32, she caught the attention of a few rainbow recruiters and after a bit of digging, she wasn’t considered for recruitment. It was only a year later when Rainbow was working with her unit and they finally got to see her operate, hence how she, after being recommended by her commanding officers, ended up in Rainbow.

Of course, there was a very large gap between her and the others as she was a crisis negotiator from a random ass town in who the fuck knows where (not me, thats for sure) America while these guys are the best of the best of their respective militaries (She does always try to keep up but she’s still a little behind on a few things) and that combined with her anxiety around change and these new people just kinda left her as a outsider (not that she really minded. It hurt sometimes, sure, but she already didnt talk a lot so..).

Callsign: Alicia got her callsign (Cheetah) from her speed, mostly. Cheetahs, while fast, are incredibly anxious, hence why people thought it was a good idea. Alicia hasnt really ever had a callsign so she just kinda rolled with it because what else was she to do. (She’s still not the most experienced with military culture and whatnot)

[ravinoforre]

Eye operation was a success! Right now I have a big black orb thingy in vision of my right eye but i'm told that's normal and should disappear at some point. Wearing my glasses again but it still feels weird to see out of them and i do feel a little woozy, but i'm otherwise fine.

The hospital stuff was sorta neat? At least, the parts where they were hooking me up with wires and a blanket and wheeling me around in the bed. The waiting before the surgery sucked ass though, and it started later than it was scheduled.

I was told the day before that I wouldn't be going under completely but when I finally got into the surgery room itself they gave me a choice so i asked for the full sleep. 3 puffs and I was out. Fun! Waking up I was actually surprised how lucid I felt, I was able to understand what the surgeons were telling me and able to speak back clearly (relevant side note; i live and work in France, but French is not my first language and i can sometimes still struggle with the barrier).

Was sent home the same day so at least I got to sleep in my own bed. Not allowed pillows for 2 nights though. And I have to sleep on my left side (unfortunately that's the side that hurts if I sleep on it too long, yay), but I have just over a month off work now to recover. And a whole bunch of eye drops to administer several times a day for a while.

[eponadolls]

Yay, Basement Floods

tl;dr: massive rain (4" in about two hours) resulted in my basement pump dying, so water started to flood into my basement because I live in a former swamp + the creek water also ended up backing up into my basement, resulting in close to 8" water of a horrific swamp water basement indoor pool.

Last night I heard an "odd" sound that I thought was the train, but the whistling was... different. I was couldn't hear my basement sump pump running, it was eerily quiet.

So I checked my basement and I was not prepared to see how bad it was.

We had about 8" of water, standing still in my basement, a horrible trickle of water coming in, and the whistling that - presumably - because my furnace. The water was rising dangerously close to my basement equipment, specifically in regards to my furnace and water heater. My first step was under water and I was proverbially shitting my pants because clearly my pump had died, and I wasn't sure if there was any live wires in the water.

We managed to shut of the power to my entire house starting at about 11PM at night, we got several pumps running outside that were pumping the water, slowly but surely, out of my basement. At nearly two hours of trying to figure some stuff out, it was set up so we just had to wait. I could hardly sleep, but around 2AM, I could finally see my basement floor. It was still very wet, but you could walk on it without soaking your shoes.

...Luckily, it seems the basement equipment - while close to being destroyed by the rising water levels - are working as intended. We have a lot of fans trying to dry out the basement right now. And, thankfully, it's creek water and not, say, sewer water so there's that silver lining, I guess.

The water got high enough that a lot of the things we had stored in plastic bins started floating - even oddly heavy bins - and a lot of them tipped over. We have a lot of waterlogged, damaged goods, and I'm just... really tired. We tried to salvage as much as we could, but I lost a number of sentimental, irreplaceable items which is very... tiring. Additionally, several items we thought where in my partner's military box where, in fact, not, so a lot of anime dvds, manga, and video games got wet. How damaged they will totally be remains to be seen.

The pump in my basement was replaced and I'm finishing up what I can clean and manage today and hopefully everything will be finished tomorrow, I think I'm going to see if I can get a clothing line hung in my garage to help since I have a small dryer, but we're getting more rain tonight - I don't know how much - and I'm really not looking forward to the incoming storm.

It could have been a lot worse, a lot of the clothing I've since called a loss I was hoping to donate, but it also makes me so sad since... I really wanted to donate it to a family shelter or something. I was hoping to go through it in about a week before I have my wisdom tooth surgery.

Just a vent post. I might delete this later. The basement was never really even flooded before, just occasionally a wet floor, but with climate change, more severe weather is going to become more and more commonplace and next time might not have as fortunate of a ending. I just really wish I didn't have several ruined yearbooks (which I didn't realize got tossed down there). :(