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Lightning
who would i even be if this wasnt my first pic like yeah ok some things ive written might have been better idk but i pulled this one straight out of my ass and my only idea was the first line but i think everything in it is great. the story the pacing and dialogue THE JOKES the second one to this doorway also had some banging jokes my dudes i laugh whenever i go back and read these ones also for convenience heres frozen the third part
2. ghost farm
ok so i guess youre just gonna also get my favorite series. i really really like ghost farm because it elicited a very good (for me) reaction from all of my readers and it was one of my longer fics at the time i think. so going with this one i also really like fallen star because we got to see stars perspective of what she was going through during ghost farm
3. a single pale phantom
this is of course another swagger bishie reveal fic. i played around with dash finding out danny was phantom right in front of danny and danny being aware that dash figured it out so this was sort of a break in the norm for me. dash figured out danny was phantom but kept it to himself until danny needed his help and ye jhbvgcf
4. bleeding colors
this one was sort of a rewrite or like a refiguring out of a fic i did in like 2018, just named colors. its (of course) a swagger bishie fic where when your soulmate dies, you see in black and white and dash is having a hell of a time trying to figure out what the fuck is going on so yes there is also a reveal in it too kjhg
5. Dash Phantom
this one i really liked because again dash but i liked being able to play with their relationship in this because they had been friends when they were younger so theres that, plus dash being dannys bully, but then they share this big giant secret, and all at the same time their romantic feelings for each other are growing and it was fun writing the snippets of all that. and also the jokes there were some good jokes in here
honorable mentions because they include dash:
doomed by the narrative
magical girl ghost
going home
april showers
they couldnt all be gone, could they?
this was many more than five but thats ok
#gorgi asks#danny phantom#fanfic#dash baxter#i gotta reblog lightning again#its been awhile#i also wanna go back and reread all my old oneshots#cuz other than blob ghosts i dont remember what ive all written so
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Summer Breeze 6
Warnings: age gap (reader is 22, Andrew is mid 40s), dad’s friend, Andy being Andrew, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.
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You sleep sitting up. Aside from the stiffness in your muscles, your stomach is gurgling from the greasy meal. The night fraught with worry and restlessness leaves your head even more cloudy than before. It’s real, you know it, and yet you just don’t want to accept it.
The doctor comes after 8am. He checks your father’s vital and makes some notes on his chart. Andy asks about his condition as you can’t bring yourself to speak. He looks ragged and tired, you must not come off any better.
“We’ll have to wait until he’s stable to make any further determination. We’ll need to test his cognizance along with his physical capabilities. The injury like has caused a TBI, meaning the effects will vary. He’ll need to be monitored well beyond his time here,” the doctor explains as Andy listens intently. You cling to every word but your mind is reeling. “Best to discuss what sort of therapies would be covered by insurance.”
“Yeah, I figured,” Andy says, “thanks, doctor.”
“Of course. You did a good job getting him here quickly,” the man in the white coat pauses and sends you definitive look, “keeping pressure on him. You both saved his life.”
Your eyes sting and your nose burns. You can't cry. Not yet. Once you crack, you know that’s it. You won’t be able to stop. Your cheeks tug and you thank him, swallowing down the swell of horror.
“Andy,” you eke out as the doctor leaves, “I couldn’t get through to my mom. Do you mind if I try again?”
“Hm, I haven’t charged my phone,” he slides his cell from his pocket, “I’m at twelve percent. Could do the trick.”
“Oh, maybe I could ask the nurse’s desk. I think I saw a patient phone around here.”
“Good idea,” he nods. “I texted Jacob but I don’t think he has service up there. We’ll need to go grab some clothes so how about we do that today?”
“I... I can’t leave my dad,” you insist.
“Sweetheart, they said he’s going to be out for some time.”
“He shouldn’t wake up alone,” you argue.
“Alright,” he shows his palm appeasingly, “I’ll drive up, grab your stuff, and we’ll get everything else sorted when I get back.”
“I can do this,” you avow, as much to yourself as him, “you’ve done enough.”
“Right, I know, you’re a strong girl. But what do you do next? Once you talk to mom. You gotta call insurance, right? Do you have what they need? You’ll need the plan number, that’s probably in his wallet, right? You’ll at least need proof of ID. We brought him in in his trunks and nothing else. All that’s up at the cottage,” he shakes his head, “I don’t doubt you can handle it but a little help can’t hurt.”
Your eyes widen and you sigh. You drag your hands down your cheek, “yeah...”
“You can’t think of it all right now. That’s expected. You should worry about him. So I’ll deal with the details.”
“Andy,” you utter, “I...” you look at your dad and get up, shuffling to his bedside. You take his hand, careful not to tug the tubes and tape, “I owe you.”
“It’s what people do for each other, right? I’m a dad too. I know if anything happened to me, Jacob would be lost.”
“Uh, yeah, yeah,” you crackle from your dry throat.
“Try to rest if you can,” he sniffs and scratches his beard, “I’ll be quick. As quick as possible.”
“Sure,” you squeeze your dad’s hand, barely hearing Andy. You just want him to wake up, or maybe you can wake up from this nightmare.
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You force yourself out of the room to ask the nurse about a phone. She points you towards a worn phone down a few halls meant for emergency calls. You punch in your mom’s number and wait for it to dial. It takes six tries for her to answer but you won’t give up this time.
“Hey, what’s up?” She answers casually.
You don’t answer right away. You can hear the lightness in her voice and the rustle of unknown movement. She’s busy with something or someone. Probably her latest fling.
“Mom,” you scratch out, “it’s dad.”
“What is it now? Tell me he’s not drank himself into the tank again. He’s too old for that.”
“Mom,” you say firmer than before, “mom, he’s hurt.”
“Hurt. Well, call the paramedics, I don’t know,” she giggles and you sigh.
“We’re at the hospital,” you raise your voice, “he’s... he’s not awake. He hit his head. And I... I’m scared.”
She’s silent. You hear her move around and she excuses herself. A door clicks on her end and she scoffs, “well, what do you want me to do about it? He’s your father.”
You’re stunned by her callous response.
“And I’m your daughter,” you insist, “what... you should...” you shake your head and deflate. “Well, mom,” your voice cracks, “I’m sorry I interrupted fun for something so stupid as this.”
“Honey, please, I’m a bit shocked is all,” she squeaks, “I mean what can I do from so far away. For my ex-husband of all people? You’re an adult. You need to learn how to handle these things.”
“Gee, thanks, mom,” you sneer and slam the phone on the hook.
You don’t know why you expected any different. You’re not at her house because she told you plainly that she didn’t want you spoiling her fun. She gave up trying to be a parent the minute you turned eighteen.
You roll your eyes back against a new wave of tears; these one angry. You guess you just need to grow up. It’s your turn to take care of your dad.
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Fairground
Characters: Dean Winchester x Y/N Female character
Summary: Dean and Y/N are enjoying their first date night in ages at a fairground. Y/N wants to go into a haunted house, but Dean, acting oddly, declines. Y/N, leaving the haunted house, is surprised and thrilled by Dean’s sweet gesture.
Warnings: Fluff!
English is not my first language
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The vibrant lights of the fairground glittered in the twilight, their colors reflecting in Y/N’s eyes as she glanced at Dean, walking beside her. It had been forever since they’d had a night to themselves. Hunting had a way of eating up their time, and finding a moment for a proper date was like trying to catch lightning in a bottle.
But tonight was different—tonight was just for them.
There was a playful glint in his green eyes, and Y/N felt a warmth in her chest, knowing how much he’d gone out of his way to make this night special. The distant music of a carousel drifted through the cool night air, mixing with the laughter of children and the hum of the fairground’s attractions.
Y/N strolled beside Dean, their fingers loosely intertwined. The air was filled with the smell of fried food and the distant hum of carnival rides. After what felt like ages of hunting, running, and surviving, this night was a much-needed break—a real date night.
Dean glanced down at her, a playful smirk on his lips. “So, where to first?”
Y/N scanned the fair, her eyes landing on the haunted house at the far end, its cheesy facade promising thrills and chills. Her face lit up with excitement, and she gave Dean a little tug. “The haunted house! Come on!”
But instead of the eager grin she expected, Dean hesitated. “Eh, I’m not really feeling the haunted house tonight.”
Y/N blinked in surprise. Dean, of all people, loved scary stuff—movies, haunted attractions, real-life monsters, the whole deal. This was his kind of thing. “You’re kidding, right? Since when do you pass up a haunted house?”
He shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I dunno. Just looks… lame. We’ve seen scarier stuff on a Tuesday.”
Before she could push him further, a familiar voice rang out. "Y/N! Dean!" Turning, she saw Charlie waving enthusiastically, a group of her friends in tow.
Charlie jogged over with a grin. “You guys going into the haunted house? You gotta come with us!”
Y/N turned to Dean, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes. “See? Even Charlie’s in.”
Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, alright, you go. I’ll catch up in a bit. Just, uh… got something I need to take care of first.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes, suspicious but intrigued. “What are you up to?”
Dean flashed her a mischievous grin. “You’ll see. Trust me.”
With a roll of her eyes, Y/N followed Charlie and the others into the haunted house, though she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder one last time at Dean. He was up to something, she just knew it.
As soon as she disappeared into the dim entrance, Dean’s focus shifted to the shooting gallery just a few booths away. He’d spotted the giant teddy bear earlier—so big, it looked like it could swallow a person whole. He knew Y/N would love it. She never admitted it, but she had a soft spot for stuff like that, and Dean was determined to win it for her.
Dean sauntered up to the booth, where a gruff-looking carnie was leaning against the counter. “Three bucks for five shots,” the man said, tossing Dean an air rifle.
Dean grabbed it and sized up the targets—a row of small, spinning bulls-eyes. Easy enough. He aimed and fired.
Miss.
Frowning, he adjusted his stance and fired again.
Miss.
“Come on…” Dean muttered under his breath. This wasn’t right. His aim was solid, always had been. But every shot was veering just wide of the mark. He fired three more times, missing every shot.
"Son of a..."
“Another round?” the carnie asked, smirking.
Dean grumbled and pulled out another three dollars. “Yeah, yeah, let’s do it again.”
The second round went no better. Dean paid up for a third, and then a fourth. By the time he’d sunk eighteen bucks into the game, he was visibly frustrated.
“This is crap,” he muttered, handing over another crumpled bill. He picked up the rifle again, narrowing his eyes at the targets. He took aim, held his breath, and fired.
Miss.
"Seriously?" Dean growled, his patience wearing thin. "These guns are awful."
The carnie chuckled, crossing his arms. "Nothing wrong with the guns, pal. Maybe it’s the shooter."
Dean’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Oh, is that so?”
Without another word, he reached under his jacket and pulled out his own gun. The carnie’s cocky grin faltered as Dean leveled the weapon at the targets.
"Whoa, man, easy!" the carnie stammered, holding up his hands. "It’s just a game!"
Dean didn’t flinch. With a calm, practiced aim, he fired, knocking down the targets one by one with perfect precision. The sound of the shots echoed around the booth, drawing a few stares from passersby.
Dean lowered his gun, turning back to the now visibly nervous carnie with a smug grin. "Told you it wasn’t me."
The carnie swallowed, his bravado completely gone. “Alright, alright, you win. Just… take the bear and no more funny business, alright?”
Dean pointed to the largest one—the giant teddy bear that was practically his size. The man hauled it down from the shelf and handed it over, grumbling under his breath.
Dean grabbed the bear, its massive fluffy arms flopping over his shoulders as he carried it through the crowd. He had to shift his weight to keep from stumbling, but the grin on his face was worth it. Y/N was going to lose it when she saw this.
Meanwhile, Y/N stepped out of the haunted house, laughing with Charlie. The haunted house had been cheesy fun, full of jump scares and fake ghosts, but it was nothing compared to the real horrors she and Dean faced every day.
As she looked around for Dean, she didn’t see him anywhere. Her brow furrowed. “Where did he go?”
Charlie shrugged, glancing around. “Maybe he ditched us to get snacks?”
Before Y/N could answer, she saw movement—something big, something furry. Her eyes widened as Dean emerged from behind a booth, struggling with the gigantic teddy bear.
“Dean!” Y/N gasped, her face breaking into a smile as she jogged toward him. “What... is this?”
Dean dropped the bear in front of her, standing tall with a proud grin on his face. “Surprise, sweetheart. Thought you could use a new hunting partner.”
Y/N couldn’t stop laughing as she threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I love it! You're ridiculous, you know that?"
Dean wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Yeah, but you love me for it.”
She leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "That, I do."
As they strolled through the crowed, the colorful fairground lights flickered around them, casting a warm glow over the moment. Dean squeezed her hand, the weight of the world forgotten, if only for a little while.
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Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)
26 - Empty The Bottle And Empty My Soul
Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley-Owens
Rating: Explicit (MDNI!)
Warnings: Alcohol comsumption, medical crap, mentions of suicidal ideation, mentions of SMUT
A/N: This should read like a series of bad dreams that neither Georgia or Tyler can wake up from. Lots of mutual pining and no actions. Don't think that Georgia doesn't feel bad for what she did. She does. Tyler was a fucking mess. Thank you y'all for reading and continung to read! As always comments, likes, reblogs, and any feedback is super appreciated! Hope y'all enjoy this one!
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Tyler laid uncomfortably in his bed, running his hand over the cut on his head. He traced it lightly with his fingertips and it seared with pain when he did. It was throbbing and the pain killers weren't doing shit for him. This was the last time, he vowed, the last time he'd get staples in his head for riding a bull. The last time he'd get stitches for opening up his skin on a fence. The last time he'd get a cast or a sling for breaking something. This was it. He was done. He needed to do something else because now he'd lost the love of his life and his riding career was pretty much over. He wouldn't live long enough to do what he's dreamed of his entire life if he didn't stop.
But he hated all of that. And the part he hated the most was that he'd lost Georgia.
“Why'd she leave?” He asked, sitting up, while groaning in pain.
“All she said was she couldn't lose someone else. I didn't ask her what that meant. I'm so sorry T. She said she loved you.” Boone said, as he shifted in his chair. He knew the biggest thing his friend needed right now was support and it was kind of shitty that Georgia left. She’d probably even admit that. But as the days stretched on and Tyler became more cognizant of what his life was really going to be like for a long while, he even commended her for leaving.
“Well a lotta good that does me now!” He exclaimed, slamming a fist on the bed, Agony radiated throughout his entire body and he yelped.
“T, easy. Ya gotta chill.” Boone stood and made a calming gesture with his hands.
“Why Boone? I'm fuckin’ done. I can't walk. Can't go anywhere. What the fuck use am I now? I'm glad she fuckin’ left. She doesn't havta see me like this, all broken and fucked up.” Tyler said, laying back down. He huffed in frustration.
“T, seriously man. It'll be okay. Just gonna be a long road.” Boone said, fidgeting in his seat, uncomfortable at Tyler’s burst of anger. He’d seen the bull rider get mad before but not like this. There was a ferality in his eyes that Boone wasn’t sure he was okay with in that moment.
“Nah, Boone. This is dumb. I...I gotta find somethin’ else man...what am I supposed to do sittin’ in a fuckin’ bed rottin’ away.” Tyler shifted again, grabbing the cup of water from the tray in front of him and chucking it across the room. It landed with a splash and Tyler cried out in pain.
“Tyler...I'm sorry.” Boone didn’t know what to say or do to help his friend, so he decided just being there was going to have to be enough for now.
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“FUCK THIS.” Tyler yelled, throwing the book he’d had his nose in for nearly three hours, across his room. It thudded against the wall and Boone ran up the stairs as quickly as he could. He’d been in the process of making his best friend lunch. Tyler was studying for an exam. A college exam. While he was laid up, he’d decided the best use of his time was to go to school. If he couldn’t exercise his body, at least he could exercise his mind.
“What’s wrong, T?” Boone burst into the room and saw Tyler wheeling his chair backwards.
“Fuckin’ cloud microphysics...pissin’ me the fuck off. I don’t get it.” Tyler said, slamming the wheelchair into the bed frame, the impact radiating up through the chair and into Tyler’s taxed body.
“Can you be a lil’ less aggressive with the chair, T? You’re gonna break it and need a new one.” Boone pulled the chair slightly away from the bed.
“Maybe if I fuckin’ break it they won’t give me a new one.” Tyler glared at him.
“Then how you gon’ get ‘round?” Boone asked, knowing what his friend was hinting at. He would have to let the therapist know.
“I won’t. I’ll just heal or I’ll die. Who cares at this point.” His statement hurt Boone to his core. He knew someone that would care, but damn if he knew how to contact her, He’d tried and it came up as an out of service number. Maybe she had to get a new phone. Maybe she changed her number on purpose. Maybe she stopped paying the bill. There were a million reasons but there was only one that he cared about. Boone was banking on her coming back at some point. It would help Tyler.
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“You’re gonna graduate in that fuckin’ chair if you don’t start tryin’ a lil’ harder.” Jake said to his brother, offering an arm and that was it. He wanted Tyler to be rageful, so that he would try to stand and maybe punch him. But Tyler had become complacent and it killed Jake to see him this way.
“Do you understand how much pain I’m in?” Tyler asked, glancing at his brother before gripping tightly to his arm.
“I don’t give a fuck. Get up.” Jake scolded him and helped pull him to his feet. “You’re supposed to be trying to walk. Let’s go.”
“FUCK. It hurts, Jake!” Tyler yelped, nearly collapsing. Jake caught him and pulled him back up.
“I know it does but you have to try.” Jake said, helping Tyler straighten back up. “You wanna fuck a girl again?”
“I mean...yeah...” Tyler’s brows furrowed.
“Then you have to walk!” Jake exclaimed, pulling his hands away from Tyler. He wobbled as Jake backed away. “Walk to me.” Jake said, motioning for Tyler to go toward him. Tyler focused hard on Jake, taking a couple of heavy steps. He sighed and his breath shuddered. Jake stepped over and held his brother. “You’re okay, T. You’re okay.”
Jake knew he was struggling. Tyler had begun standing in physical therapy but he needed help at home with it. Boone had been able to for a while, but he also had to go back to work so he could make a bit of a living too. Jake had come back from a deployment just in time to help take care of Tyler.
Tyler couldn’t control his emotions. He began sobbing against Jake’s chest.
“I can’t do this Jake. I’m in so much pain. I just want to end it.” Tyler said between sobs and Jake guided him back to the bed. Tyler folded into his brother like a child, burying his face in his neck.
“You can’t, T. I need my wingman. You can get through this. I know it hurts. I can feel you shaking. But you’ve gotta push through. Its the only way those muscles are gonna come back.” Jake rubbed his brother’s back. Tyler’s muscles were spasming and he was sweating. He’d been in the wheelchair for so many months that most of his muscles had atrophied to a point where any physical activity was difficult. Tyler was thin and weak and it horrified Jake to see his brother that way.
“Jake...if I asked you..” Tyler began and Jake cut him off.
“I’m not helping you end it. I’m helping you live, T. Stop being selfish. You’ve been through harder shit than this. Pull yourself together. For me.” Jake and Tyler’s eyes met. “Do you still want to have a house, and the girl, and kids, and all of that? How you gonna get that if you don’t get through this.”
“How can I have any of that...she left me.” Tyler said and Jake scoffed.
“She’s not the only girl in the world, T.” Jake said softly.
“No, but she’s the only one I want.” Tyler said.
“How do you know that?” Jake asked.
“When you know, you know. And I fuckin’ know.” Tyler affirmed and Jake shook his head but then puzzled through a solution.
“Well then T, if she’s the only one for you and you know, then you gotta get her back. You gotta work to do that. She ain’t gonna want a fuckin’ cripple. And you can’t make babies and maintain a house and all that other shit like this. So pull yourself together and remember what you want. If you want all of that, then go get it. Make it happen. Get better so that you can have everything you want.”
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Tyler had agreed to go on one date, set up by Boone with a girl from his Computer Modeling class. Talia was cute, a tiny blonde with glasses, little tits and a small ass. Not Tyler's type at all. There was only one girl that was his type.
The whole time he was at dinner with her he couldn't help but think of how different she was to Georgia. Tyler, being the stud he was, could barely see past her body. Sure she was smart, probably smarter than him, but all he could think of was what she'd be like in bed.
He had to get Georgia out of his head. But even as they headed back to her apartment, fumbling with the lock as they made out, Tyler thought of the beautiful blonde he'd loved before. Her curves, which this girl lacked. Georgia had perky, large breasts that fit perfectly in Tyler's large hands. Georgia had just enough around her hips that Tyler could grab on and not be worried he'd hurt her. Talia was all bones. And as he slipped the condom on and thrust inside the cute meteorology major, pain shot through his loins and immediately softened his length. He tried. He did. He just couldn't keep it up. By the time Talia orgasmed, Tyler's hips were screaming. He pulled out and panted and she went to the bathroom to rinse herself off.
He gathered his clothes from the floor, trashed the condom, dressed and left. He sat in his truck at home, rubbing one out to an interview that Georgia had done for the NFR. He couldn't believe himself and how low he'd stooped.
Tyler would pick a bottle of whiskey, vodka, or rum, sit out in a wheatfield at night in the back of his truck and drink himself to sleep. He’d look up at the sky, pray to God and the heavens above that Georgia would come back some day, but the alcohol always left him with no hope for that and a hell of a hangover in the morning.
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He had an impressive archive after four years. Every run, every pickup, every exhibition, every interview. Even the silly English show she'd done. Gee looked damn good in breeches, he admitted. That was the only thing that had gotten him through school and his recovery, was being able to watch her succeed time and time again. But every time he went to comment on a post or DM her, his thumb would hover over the button and he just couldn't bring himself to send it.
He'd struggled with pain management throughout those four years, attempting to end his life twice because it had become unbearable. There were days that he woke up and could barely move. Then he had really good days where he'd thought maybe he'd hop on a horse at the local arena and rope the dummy a couple times.
He'd been building a truck to start storm chasing. Boone had helped and they were looking for a team. They'd started a YouTube channel, he and Boone getting some wild chase videos. The one that went viral and put them on the map was just outside of Tulsa, after Tyler had installed the augers on the truck and they tested them for the first time.
It had been a long time coming, but that was really when Tyler began praying hard. Tyler would go out to some different wheat field, now only once a week and polish off a bottle of whiskey or rum, whatever he had on hand, and lay in the bed of his truck, mumbling to God and the heavens above about how he just wished he could have her back. He just wished she'd come back around and they could forget the past four years and go back to what they had. Tyler just wanted her.
He was tired of the girls throwing themselves at him. Tired of taking them out and trying to learn what they liked and didn't like when he already knew Georgia. He didn't want some other girl. And he was tired of the meaningless sex. They only wanted to bang him so they could say they'd slept with a famous youtuber. He should be sponsored by a condom company with how many he used over the course of the four years. He was so done with girls trying to get in his pants that he started letting Georgia's name come from his lips as he came, if he came. He didnt give a fuck anymore. Sure, he felt bad when it happened, and he apologized but he just couldn't take it anymore. He was done with other girls. Time to focus on his career, which was on an upswing that he couldn’t deny.
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She was miserable. She was burnt out. Exhausted. She'd run every bit of ground at every single rodeo in the country over the course of four years. And she still thought about Tyler every single day. He weighed heaviest on her mind. He was the piece pushed far in the back that pulled at her subconscious.
“What's wrong, sweets?” Skylar or Beau or Johnny or any of the hundred other bull riders or ropers would ask her, knowing she was distracted and Georgia would just shake her head. He didn't care. Not like Tyler did. No one cared like Tyler did.
And not one of these guys could give her release like Tyler could. Skylar thought he was God’s gift to women, and was always too rough, making her sore afterwards. She’d fucked around with Johnny a couple times and he was too boring. Beau was too wild, too erratic, barely could get her off, so she made it very clear she wasn’t interested in him. There was a guy that had come close to Tyler, but for whatever reason she would always go back to Skylar. Maybe she felt like she needed the punishment. She felt like she deserved to be in pain.
When Georgia saw the Tornado Wranglers channel for the first time come across her YouTube suggestions, she gasped. He looked just the same as he had, but a little older. More mature, but still playful at heart. The banter between him and Boone made her smile. She watched every livestream that she could. And then when the channel hit a million subscribers, Georgia wanted to message him and congratulate him but she couldn't.
With Tyler's YouTube fame, she figured she would be as insignificant as any random fan that messaged the channel. He wouldn't recognize her. She fucked up. Now she had to live with that.
So she did the only thing she could do. Continue on.
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She’d gotten a call from her mother, saying that she wanted help moving down to Florida. Eleanor didn’t want to deal with tornados anymore. Emmaleigh didn’t have time to help her with everything she and her husband were doing.
So on the day, when Georgia brought the mares back home, let them out into the field by the barn and set up their stalls, it was her mother who came out to the barn for once.
“Hi honey.” She said softly, taking her daughter in a weak hug.
“Hi momma.” Georgia said. They watched the mares for a moment and then her mother spoke.
“Came to bring me down to Florida?” She asked and Georgia shook her head. “And then what’ll you do after?”
“Probably come back here. I got a job offer from one of the local weather stations for camera work. Met one of the meteorologists while I was on the road.” Georgia explained, moving her tack into the barn.
“Yeah? That sounds good. No more competin’ then?” Eleanor asked, as the mare ran back towards the barn. She reached out to rub Twist, who nickered softly to her. Georgia threw a couple apples on the ground under the fence for the mares and then folded her arms across her chest.
“Momma. I need a break. I’m exhausted.” Georgia said, her tone flat.
“I don’t think you’ll get much rest chasin’ storms either, sweetie.” Eleanor rubbed a hand over her daughter’s back and then glanced back at the truck and trailer.
“Maybe I'm hoping to find something or someone else while I’m doin’ it...” Georgia murmured as she began to walk back to the truck. Eleanor walked with her and spoke even softer then.
“Tyler.” She said and Georgia stopped dead in her tracks. Even after four years, she didn’t think her mother would remember him, but she did.
“Momma I know what you’re gonna say.” Georgia leaned against her truck for a moment. Eleanor put her hands on her hips.
“All I’m gonna say is if that’s what you want...be prepared for him to not want you back honey. You know what you did. I love you. I do. I always will. But I also know that you know that boy deserves more than you gave him.” She said, then heading into the house, leaving Georgia to think about what she said. Her mother’s words stung and brought tears to Georgia's eyes. She was right. Why would she ever think Tyler would want her back after what she did to him?
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Ominous October Sky
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader
Warnings: couple of swear words, this one is a little dark, violent, description of wounds, but again…I gotta have a little fluff
Word Count: 2.6k-ish
Summary: No one threatens Billy or the woman he loves and they’re about to find out what happens when he’s pushed too far.
A/N: I had such a good time writing unhinged Billy in Under the Pale Moonlight, I decided to do it again. I hope it’s as good as I think it is, fingers crossed 🤞
As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
The chill in the autumn air could be felt down to your bones and the piercing wind gusts assaulted you from all directions as you walked through the park.
Fallen leaves from the trees crunched underneath your feet as you watched small children smile and laugh as they picked up brightly colored leaves to show their parents.
The steady wind swept the leaves up into small funnels and pushed them across the grassy hills and deposited them along the walking path.
The sky looked unsettling and ominous. You wanted to get home quickly before the darkness and the rain came. The low rumble of thunder was what prompted everyone to gather their belongings along with their children and head for the indoors.
Some of the kids cried because they were having too much fun and didn’t want to leave. They were just so innocent and pure which made you smile and you remembered what it was like to be that young, having fun playing in leaf piles at your childhood home.
With that warm smile, you whispered to yourself but directed it at the children. “Time to go inside, little ones, it’s going to get ugly later.”
The dark gray clouds in the distance were gloomy and dismal, the small patches of sunlight were shining brightly through the fluffy black clouds, like Mother Nature couldn’t make up her mind of whether she was going to let the sun shine or rain downpour on top of you.
A few rays from the sun touched down on the path in front of you before being engulfed by the smoky clouds above.
You took a moment to gaze up at the sky…the unwelcoming early evening October sky. It was getting darker earlier and earlier, you noticed.
The musty fragrance of dead leaves crept up to your nose as you raced faster toward home and the once dull roll of thunder that had been off in the distance was now a gentle boom overhead.
“Please, just wait until I get home.” You silently begged. “Please.”
Someone was looking out for you that day, because as soon as you walked through the revolving door and stepped out onto the lobby floor, the sky exploded with a vengeful crack and a jagged bolt of lightning split the sky right down the middle before sheets of rain pelted the sidewalk on the other side of that revolving door.
Massive raindrops trickled down off of the street lights, clobbering people’s umbrellas, their raincoats, and for the unprepared…their heads. Watching from the lobby doors, those people moved much faster. They ducked into shops and bistros, hoping the rain would die down enough for them to move again.
You were glad to be home.
After stepping off the elevator, you could hear the rain hammering incessantly against the roof. Typically, you didn’t really get thunderstorms in October and even though it was cool today, the past couple of days had been on the warmer side.
Maybe he came home before the rain too.
You unlocked and opened the door to the penthouse…it was blanketed in darkness.
“Billy?” You called out softly.
It was a long shot that he got home before you but you figured you’d try anyway.
No answer.
You thought about how it was strange that you didn’t hear from him at all today. He always called at some point during your work day to see how you were which made your heart swell. The smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth was hard to contain when you saw his name and picture light up the face of your phone.
You loved him…and he loved you, more than anything.
Pulling your phone out of your purse, you looked at it to see if he texted or called while you were walking home but there were no messages or missed calls which worried you but only a little. You knew Billy was very busy, always working, always in meetings but he ALWAYS found time to call or at least text during the day.
What could he be doing?
The only way you could warm up was by taking a shower, the chill inside your bones was finally gone, and you warmed your hands against the mug of hot tea in your hands but you still haven’t heard from Billy.
The clock on the wall said 8:00 PM.
You tried to call but it went right to his voicemail.
“Hey handsome, it’s me. I—uh, I’m just a little worried I haven’t heard from you today. Ok, that’s a lie, I’m a LOT worried I haven’t heard from you today. Please call me when you get this, please? I love you.”
You placed your phone down on the coffee table and tried to not let your mind wander but it was difficult not to. Was he hurt? Is he ok? Is he out in this rain?
“Please call me back, baby.” You thought to yourself.
The book you were reading couldn’t hold your interest. Between the menacing rain drumming against the roof and the windows and not hearing from Billy, you couldn’t concentrate and just kept reading the same paragraph over and over again. You tried a few times to get going but ultimately gave up and tossed the book aside.
You were confused, scared, and you started to feel cold again so you decided that maybe you would try and get some sleep. Drawing the blanket up to your chin, you tucked your knees into your chest and listened intently as the powerful wind and rain lulled you to sleep and wherever Billy was, you hoped he was safe.
He was always very quiet when he came home. Like a cat, he barely made any noise as he moved throughout the apartment. Billy wanted to rush at you, he wanted to pull you close and hold onto you tightly and say he was sorry for worrying you but he didn’t want to disturb your sleep. Instead, he sat down in his chair with a glass of bourbon, in the dark, listening to your gentle breathing.
Billy’s clothes were dirty, bloodstained, and soaking wet. Rain stuck in his eyelashes finally dripped onto his hand when he lowered it after taking a sip of his drink.
His once white undershirt stained a light red thanks to blood and rain and his raven colored hair tumbled into his eyes while drops of rain trickled onto the floor.
Those were the only noises he could hear …drip…drip…drip…drip…inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale
The bourbon was supposed to calm his nerves but he couldn’t keep his hands from shaking and he wouldn’t be able to hide from you that they were covered in blood.
“No one is taking you away from me.” He said, in barely more than a whisper.
Some of the blood was his but most of it was someone else’s. It was Carson Wolf’s blood.
Billy knew Wolf was a corrupt Homeland agent, just like he knew Rawlins was corrupt CIA. But unlike Wolf, Rawlins knew he couldn’t threaten Billy and get away with it. Billy didn’t need Rawlins’s money or connections, he built Anvil all by himself and turned him away when he wanted Billy to betray his best friend. Rawlins was lucky Frank didn’t take his other eye when he found out about that one.
No one was going to tell Billy Russo what to do, especially knowing what he would do to them if he tried.
But Carson Wolf was a cocky asshole, a Homeland Security official, highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and thought just because he was in a position of authority, Billy would do whatever he demanded him to do. But he was mistaken and didn’t think of the consequences to his threats.
Billy didn’t answer to anyone, he was the boss, he didn’t take any job that he didn’t want to and didn’t respond well to threats against him…or threats toward his girl.
“It would be a shame if something happened to that VERY pretty girlfriend of yours, Mr. Russo.” Wolf had said.
“All I want is for you and your team to leave the Senator unguarded for a minute and I won’t have to kill her. We can make anything look like an accident, these days.”
He really shouldn’t have said that.
It got dark quickly tonight thanks to the fast moving clouds so Billy waited patiently under the cover of those somber rain clouds for Wolf to come home.
That man was going to die in his own house tonight.
No one could hear him scream as Billy sliced his skin with his hidden blade. He knew all the places to cut that would cause him the most pain and cause him to bleed profusely before he finally stabbed Wolf multiple times in the chest and across his throat. He looked like a piece of butchered meat when Billy was finished with him.
Sure, Wolf held his own against Billy for a minute or two but in the end made several mistakes that ended in his demise and before he left, Billy cleaned his blade with Wolf’s pocket square from his suit jacket, dropped it onto his lifeless body and destroyed any evidence that he had been there.
Billy didn’t call you today because he left everything at Anvil, his phone, his car, even Frank didn’t know where he had gone.
And now he sat quietly in front of you, his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and he could finally make out your silhouette, just thankful that you were ok and that you were safe. Billy never lost his composure after Wolf threatened your life or while he was torturing him.
“See, you should have known better than to threaten my girl. Do you know what it feels like to have your Achilles sliced open? Or how ‘bout the femoral artery? Because you’re gonna know and it’s gonna hurt…a lot.” Billy had said to him with an evil smile.
Billy Russo was a soldier, a scout sniper, highly skilled and trained to be a killer. His hands never faltered and were steady but after it was over, he allowed himself to feel scared, to think about what he would do if something were to happen to you, that’s when they started to shake.
The bourbon finally helped him calm down, his hands were less shaky and his heart rate had come down when you started to wake up.
Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you saw his silhouette in front of you as you sat up on the couch.
“Billy? What time is it?” You asked softly.
“It’s almost midnight, sweet girl.” He replied, happy to hear your voice.
Reaching for the lamp, you flicked it on. The site in front of you was like something out of a slasher movie, his hands stained with blood, along with his clothes, his hair was soaked from the rain and you could hear it dripping onto the floor.
You sat there for a moment, frozen with your hands covering your open mouth before speaking again and going to him.
“Oh my god! Billy? W-what happened?! Is that your blood?!” You asked with concern in your voice before rushing to the kitchen to retrieve some hand towels.
“Maybe a little…but it’s mostly his.” Said Billy, stoically.
Taking his glass from him, you placed it on the coffee table and started to dry his hands.
“His? Whose blood is it, Billy?” Your voice hitched and cracked as you asked him.
Billy gazed at you with his endless brown eyes, they looked like two shiny pieces of black glass. He had never felt more relieved, he had never felt love like this, and he had never been more in love with you than he was right now watching you care for him and comfort him.
“Whose blood is it, Billy?!! Answer me!” You said sternly.
“Wolf…It’s Carson Wolf’s blood.” He said gently.
You recognized that name, he worked for Homeland Security, and pictured his face in your mind. You remembered meeting him at a fundraiser that Billy brought you to and you also remembered how he sent shivers down your spine, obviously not in the good way. The man had a crooked smile, he put out an evil vibe, and eyed you all night long like you were a piece of meat.
The man gave you the creeps.
“He’s…dead?” You asked, shakily.
Billy clenched his fist and gnashed his teeth as he spoke again, and didn’t directly answer your question.
“I’m not gonna be who they want me to be, y/n! They’re not gonna tell me what to do and they need to know what happens to anyone who threatens me or anyone who threatens…you. Rawlins already knows…Wolf will NOT get another chance to do it again! I’ve never needed anyone, I don’t need their money, I don’t need anything from them but I…I need you.” He said.
You tried to comprehend what Billy just confessed to you. He killed him, he killed Carson Wolf. The threat he made against you was real and Billy made sure that threat was his last.
The spatters of blood on his face, the little red flecks that decorated his beard were everywhere, and there was a streak of red going across his cheek. All of it should have scared you, it should have made you think twice about what he had just done but it didn’t.
Billy didn’t scare you even though you knew what he was capable of and you tried to imagine the look Carson Wolf had in his eyes as he took his last breaths, realizing too late that he should have left you out of it and he should have done his own dirty work, but he would never get that chance. The senator was safe from Wolf, whatever it was he had planned for him. He was safe…for now.
“I’ll kill them all, baby…no one is taking you away from me. I love you.” Said Billy, his hand cupping your cheek as he leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours.
As you towel dried his hair, his obsidian colored eyes silently told you how much he loved you, the way he did not want to break that gaze, and the way he brushed the soft skin of your cheek with such a gentle touch.
Those actions all relayed to you that Billy Russo was catastrophically in love with you and showed the world what he would do to the people who tried to take that love away, the love he craved, and the love that he deserved.
After rising to his feet, you led him to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Neither of you took your eyes off the other as you stripped off each other’s clothes, leaving them in a pile in the corner to be disposed of later.
There wasn’t anything left for you to say as the tears streamed down your cheeks, thankful he was alive, thankful he was home with you, and thinking that there was no way that you could ever repay him for what he had done for you.
But Billy didn’t want anything in return except to be loved by you.
He gave you a warm smile before kissing you once more. He pulled you flush to his chest, squeezed you tightly, and let the hot water splash against his back.
Glancing at your feet, you watched the blood from his body, and yours, wash down the shower drain…just like the rain outside washed away the dirt from the sidewalk.
You’ve never felt safer and you never would with anyone but him.
Billy’s beard tickled your lips as you kissed his cheek and whispered softly in his ear.
“I love you too, Billy.”
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here we are! finally with the masterlist! all the thanks in the world to the 39 people who signed up for the exchange and the lovely D who came in as my saviour and wrote a pinch hitter fic without even being signed up
please read all the fics below, so much love and care was put into them and they all deserve your attention. a reblog if you can would also be incredible.
please respect all warnings at the beginning of fics. if a fic has been marked as smut or 18+ and you are younger than, do the right thing and do not read it.
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the summer fic exchange 2k23 masterlist
Buffalo Sabres
Jeff Skinner
gotta trust how you feel inside by @laurenairay for @ nhl-stories
Tyson Jost
i should've fought harder by @butgilinsky for @ typical-simplelove
a Devon Levi fic was written by @waysicouldhave for @ jackhues but they have since deactivated.
Carolina Hurricanes
Andrei Svechnikov
Every Summer Has a Story by @comphy-and-cozy for @teokka
HATE HATE HATE by @luvmmarner for @ comphy-and-cozy this is a multi-chaptered fic, so keep an eye on it!
How Long? by @lifeofpriya for @ luvmmarner
Colorado Avalanche
Cale Makar
all's well that end's well to end up with you by @fallinallincurls for @ ya-pucking-nerd
i've found love (and all that goes with it) by @huttons for @ fallinallincurls
Mikko Rantanen
Do That by @selfindulgentpoorlywritten for @ kurlyteuvo
Summer Baby by @typical-simplelove for @ buttercupjosh
Nathan MacKinnon
It Starts With a Cookie by @luvsherleafs for @ princessphilly
Dallas Stars
Jake Oettinger
taking on the world together by @laurenairay for @ jarmorie
Los Angeles Kings
Pierre-Luc Dubois
as the seasons change by @gravestrain for @ bqstqnbruin
never said a thing by @wyattjohnston for @ pcttymarleau
Minnesota Wild
Marc-André Fleury
Genève by @teokka for @ callsign-denmark
Montreal Canadiens
Juraj Slafkovsky
If I Say It, Will You Respond? by @puckmaidens for @ 2manytabsopen
Nashville Predators
Tyson Barrie
simple by @jxmieoleksiaks for @ laurenairay
New Jersey Devils
Dougie Hamilton
hydrangeas where your face should be by @nhl-stories for @ huttons
Jack Hughes
make it weird by @wyattjohnston for @ torontoflames
something in the way she moves by @miracleonice87 for @ wyattjohnston
Nico Hischier
See You Again by @bqstqnbruin for @ selfindulgentpoorlywritten
Underneath the Stars by @buttercupjosh for @ ilyasorokinn
Timo Meier
Sweet Like Cinnamon by @wildrangers for @ matthewtkachuk
New York Islanders
Ilya Sorokin
Polaroid Dreams by @kurlyteuvo for @ lifeofpriya
Mat Barzal
Alone With You by @cellythefloshie for @ miracleonice87
Disney Magic by @lam-ila for @ tinyhockey
tell me why by @torontoflames for @ luvsherleafs
where you lead i will follow by @ilyasorokinn for @prettytoxicrevolver
Pittsburgh Penguins
Sidney Crosby
Triple Axle Celly by @callsign-denmark for @ starshine-hockey-girl
Ryan Graves
a lake house story by @ya-pucking-nerd for @ thomasschabot
Seattle Kraken
Jamie Oleksiak
to the ends of the earth by @jarmorie for @ laurenairay
Tampa Bay Lightning
Brayden Point
one day all my love will come back to me by @matthewtkachuk for @ senditcolton
Toronto Maple Leafs
Matthew Knies
being a good man by @pcttymcrlecu for @ gravestrain
Vancouver Canucks
Anthony Beauvillier
Alone With You by @cellythefloshie for @ miracleonice87
The Invisible String by @starshine-hockey-girl for @ jarmorie
Quinn Hughes
i can still see it all by @ghostyjosty (jostystyles) for @ wildrangers
mango dragon refresher by @jackhues for @ lam-ila
saw you in a dream by @thomasschabot for @ puckmaidens
Surprise Party by @prettytoxicrevolver for @ ghostyjosty
Vegas Golden Knights
Nolan Patrick
Soothing Swedish Summers by @2manytabsopen for @ waysicouldhave
Winnipeg Jets
Adam Lowry
breakable heaven by @senditcolton for @ cellythefloshie
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Lisa's All Girl Academy promo short #1
Hey hope y'all are doing awesome, this short is to show the characters are writing of the upcoming webcomic under the same name! Since I'll be writing it makes since to show off the writing. But u wanna know more about these characters and have this make a lil more sense to u, I've already posted their bios: U can see and reblog those posts here: https://www.tumblr.com/lagacomicofficial/766906687744540672/clover-haas https://www.tumblr.com/lagacomicofficial/761801147976728576/stier-horner
Hope u enjoy the story!
PANEL 1:
Stier and Clover are leaping from wall to wall paralleling one another, eyes closed as they each with aggression point towards the massive target right in front of them!
Stier: Fulgura flectes ad voluntatem meam et percute punctum quod volo etiam, obtinuit?!
Clover: Audi me nunc aquas mundi, facies ut dico, et quod dico percutere scopum illud in puncto ictum quod volo, nunc!
PANEL 2:
Stier’s lightning hits exactly where the target is, as she swipes at the air with aggression and directs the lighting where she wants it to go. Clover punches at the air directing the water towards the same spot and it’s as close as it could be without hitting it.
Stier: HAHA, fucking got it!
Clover: Oh, fuck me man!
PANEL 3:
Clover and Stier now back on the ground. Clover kicks at air looking very dejected and Stier grabs both her shoulders very softly with a concerned expression.
Stier: Yo, you got close. I know it sucks but at least acknowledge how great you are. That makes it easier to get to that next step you wanna get.
Clover: Yeah, yeah, but…
Stier: Yeah what spit it out!
Clover: I mean, it’s fine to feel like this, yeah?!
PANEL 4:
Stier looks at her with a sharp and confident smile. Stier grabs Clover’s shoulders more aggressively as she looks back at Stier confused.
Stier: Fuck yeah, but it’s about doing something with it that matters!
Clover: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh, what the fuck do you mean, Stier?
Stier: I call it the art of emotions!
Clover: Huh, it’s… we’re not making a fucking painting here Stier!
PANEL 5:
Stier now wraps her arm around Clover’s shoulders with the other hand held right above Clover’s face reaching for the stars. While Clover stares at Stier’s face wistfully.
Stier: You see our emotions ain’t things that happen to us, we creatures of habit, right?
Clover: Hmmmmmmmmm, I, I, suppose so yes.
Stier: So then you can train your emotions to have certain reactions, yeah? At least in theory!
Clover: Well that definitely checks out, yeah.
PANEL 6:
Stier now strikes a pose of energetic confidence. While Clover continues to stare at Stier with stars in her eyes.
Stier: So try this out, ask yourself hey what’s the best thing way would have reacted or felt during whatever. And then next time aim to do that! Not easy but man makes things way fucking better!
Clover: I see… so you’re not selling this as a fucking easy solution then.
Stier: Best things are always difficult, yeah?
Clover: That’s what they say.
PANEL 7:
Stier laughs with pride and Clover smiles but in her eyes is a clear annoyance.
Stier: And for a reason but hey doesn’t have to be that fucking hard! I’ll help you out all you gotta do is ask!
Clover: Thanks but no thanks I’m pretty sure I fucking got it!
Stier: Really?
Clover: Fuck yeah, I know it’s difficult but it’s simple to start, clearly!
Stier: OkAY, yeah I feel that!
PANEL 8:
So Clover gets in a battle ready stance again. Determination etched all over her face. While Stier stands above her cocky smirk as she puts both hands on her hips.
Clover: Okay fuck it, let’s go again!
Stier: Really, right now?
Clover: Fuck yeah, when else c’mon?!
Stier: All fucking right, thought you’d wanna break. But you never wanna slow down for nothing, huh?
Clover: Fuck no, that’s how get passed. No let’s go fucking now!
Stier: Sounds like a plan to me!
PANEL 9:
Stier and Clover elements come off their body like a kind of aura. As they both have their fists clenched glaring ahead with a fierce determination.
Stier: Okay, this time you’ll be better, you’ll be on target and you’ll prove to yourself that you’re fucking great, on three, alright?
Clover: Fuck yeah let’s go!
Stier: Fucking perfect ok, one… two… three!
PANEL 10:
Stier begins to leap from wall to wall with an unmatched aggression and a fierceness of a predatory animal. Clover is only a little behind leaping wall to wall with a similar aggression but a hesitation Stier doesn’t, her eyes more determined then fierce.
Stier: Fulgura flectes ad voluntatem meam et percute punctum quod volo etiam, obtinuit?!
Clover: Audi me nunc aquas mundi, facies ut dico, et quod dico percutere scopum illud in puncto ictum quod volo, nunc!
PANEL 11:
Stier’s lightning hits exactly where the target is, once again the exact same way as before too. Clover punches at the air directing the water towards the same spot but this time it hits right on target but leaving less of an impact than Stier.
PANEL 12:
Clover puts both fists in the air with a big smile on her face and Stier hugs her. The same pride on both their faces.
Clover: Yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I fucking did it! Look at that, I’m the fucking greatest huh?!
Stier: Fuck yeah, see take my advice and you can do anything!
Clover: Pfft, your advice?! Don’t get me wrong it was great advice but let’s talk about my skill and hard work for a sec!
Stier: Okay sure I mean that was a result of that! All you need is that one more piece of great info and you take one further step towards greatness!
Clover: Hmmmm… yeah I suppose.
PANEL 13:
Stier puts both her hands on her hips again. Looking at Clover very skeptical while Clover jumps back a step looking very nervous.
Stier: Huh, what’s that supposed to mean, huh?
Clover: Ooooooooooooh, u-uh, nothing it’s true but… a little preachy?
Stier: Uh, yeah of course it’s preachy! It’s that way of thinking that got me a scholarship into the greatest magic school in the fucking world! And you’re my fucking friend so I wanna help you out so how do I help you out? Telling you how I got here and why I get better each and every day!
Clover: Well… right but I mean you don’t have to be soooooooooo preachy.
PANEL 14:
Stier tilts her head and upper body to get closer to Clover who still looks nervous.
Stier: Oh yeah and what does preachy fucking mean?!
Clover: Uuuuuuuh, hmph well it's pretty fucking hard to describe.
Stier: Oooooooh is it now?!
Clover: Uuuuuuuh b-but give me time I'm sure I can!
Stier: Hmph, sure take all the time you want.
PANEL 15:
Clover looks at the ground with an index finger on her chin. Still with a nervous expression while Stier Horner glares at her with narrowed eyes.
Clover: I know you want to help but I mean is it because you want to see me become better or you want to take credit for it?
Stier: Why not both?
Clover: Huh?!
Stier: Said why can't it be both?!
PANEL 16:
Clover looks at Stier Horner confused while Stier Horner puts her hand all the way out in front of her and moves it from side to side. An expression of strictness on her face.
Clover: B-B-But it's still my work after all. I STILL have cast the spells and stuff.
Stier: Oh I know don't doubt that for a second! But that's the thing Clover. If the advice does help you become better. Doesn't mean I did everything but does mean I helped. Which means my experiences and they I thought about em weren't for nothing. And you know, that I was right at least in some way. Now why the fuck do you think so absolutely, huh?
Clover: Hmph, well of course I don't know I never really thought about it like that. But… it makes a lot of fucking sense to be honest.
PANEL 17:
Stier Horner wraps her arm around Clover's shoulders, a very smug expression on her face. While Clover looks back at her very annoyed.
Stier: See my wisdom is invaluable isn't it?
Clover: Oh fuck off Stier!
Stier: AHAHAHA! Oh what c'mon if my advice wasn't valuable I wouldn't keep giving it out!
Clover: You know I really appreciate it if that's what you're trying to do!
PANEL 18:
Stier gets her arm off her shoulders and looks back at her with a genuine smile. But Clover shrinks and looks away with gritted teeth.
Stier: Hey man the duty of greatness is to help create more greatness! I'm only doing my part!
Clover: Uh, yeah awesome.
Stier: Everything all good?
Clover: Oh, I'm fucking perfect!
PANEL 19:
Stier Horner with a smile on her face and fierce determination in her eyes. Stomps back to the training ground. While Clover smiles following her but eyes full of envy.
Stier: Then what the fuck we waiting for, let's go back to training!
Clover: Oh fuck yeah let's do it!
Clover (Thinking:) It's not that I don't doubt she wants to help me or that her advice is genuine. But that I know she's holding something back.
PANEL 20:
We see Stier Horner from Clover's perspective. Seeing her back as Clover follows close behind her. Seeing her confident and aggressive stance up close.
Clover (Thinking:) Because I still can't imagine me moving the way you do or doing things as well as you do, what are you hiding from me?
#original character#witchblr#academia#writing#webcomic#original writing#haas f1 team#red bull racing#red bull f1#witchcore#witches
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appears looking at you with autism creature eyes. hello @sangerie your vs bros fankids (one of which i had a hand in making bc. glances at the reblogs/notes in @loopyarts post. i have confessed there fskakfafsga) are really really neat .u.
SPEAKING of loopyarts ty for allowing me to take inspo for nijis kids raid suit fit!! i really liked the softer yellow and the thicker lightning bolts on his pants you gave him so tysm for letting me yoink it <3
uh uhh individual pieces and also design/character rants under the cut bc. i wanna.
RAID SUIT RAMBLING TIME bc i spent the most time on those. also you might be asking 'why is only their hair rendered in those pieces?' well the answer is because i am Lazy. moving on . (/HJHJ i AM lazy but also rendering it further would mess up the colors and i didn't wanna do that lmao. carrying on..)
Ichiji's daughter i am so SO proud of her fit. i did not look up a reference or even inspo ideas at all, that all came from the ole noggin baybeee. anyways she is obviously based off a magical girl(s) fit bc she wants and DESERVES to be. also since Reiju doesn't have any kids of her own (based wine aunt) i also decided to let Little Red have some of her motifs instead of just purely Ichiji's!! primarily the 66 on her pants but also all the pink on her instead of just red :) and obviously she has her dads number and while she DOES have a (white? bc like daddy shes a special little princess /aff) cape i didn't include it here bc it looked reallly bad lmao. but she does have one tucked into the bow probably!! there she is, Sparkling Red Neo!!! (get it.. sparkling instead of sparking... bc magical girl.... im funny i think.) onto Little Ocean Boy
OKAY LET ME TALK ABOUT THE MOST MINISCULE YET MOST IMPORTANT DETAIL TO ME AND ME ALONE FIRST. that being the symbol on the brats belt. it was actually inspired/based off of this post which really stuck with me with me after reading it which i later realized was bc the "that something has been completely reversed" REMINDED ME OF THIS POST OF YOURS. i don't think im especially good at theory crafting but. idk i think there could be Something about how after judge came and turned germa into mercenaries their symbol turned from what once symbolized 'purity' into the skull of war mongers and then BACK to purity after 0124 get germa on the right path... poetry or smthn. ANYWAYS yah shoe shiners got a pretty basic fit bc like i said in the og ask, hes a sora warrior of the sea fan, once he saw the raidsuits irl methinks he'd want to stay pretty close to the og design. HOWEVER he refuses to drop the hat (much to Niji's dismay) and i came up with a reason besides 'its one piece and therefore there's GOTTA be a kid with a weird hat that they're attached to': and that is the fact that it hides his eyebrows. Little Red has the curly brows, all of Yonji's cabbage patch does too, and the brats the only one without. even if literally no one else notices or cares, he wants to hide the fact that he doesn't have em because it Separates him. and he doesn't want that. at all. he really, Really wants to be a part of this family (oh no i made it. angsty). ANYWAYS UHH YAYYY HE HAS A TWO ON HIS HAT (that he sewed on himself which is why i made sure you can see the stitch-lines) BC NIJIS HIS DAD WAHOO YIPPEE :D:D:D Dengeki Blue Neo: little shoe shiner edition!!
UHH second image is just a refined piece of that first doodle i sent you. with lineart and a better color pallet and all. actually looking at it again now i realize i forgot little brats freckles and i am now punching the air bc its too late to fix. just act like they're there. please :,,,) edit: nvm its the next morning i fixed that kjahsdah
i don't even have much to say about the last two because i Think i am Rightgksfjgasjkfa but for the third i think the brats a bad influence on Little Red especially. ALSO FOR THE FOURTH NO I DIDNT FORGET ICHIJIS TATTOO. I AM JUST LAZY. (and I also forgot his tattoo :]) ANOTHER edit: i also. fixed this :]
CHRIST i am incapable of contacting you on Tumblr via any way that includes anything less than 250 words i am so sorry sangerie.. i hope you like these tho cause i really do tbh :3 (PS you have to take literally NONE of what I said here [mostly about shoe shiner] as like.. canon about them?? these are YOUR ocs obvi so please, change Little Red's raidsuit design if you find it unappealing!! make shoe shiner have a backstory of your own!!! i hope that isnt weird or rude to say, i just thought it was important too bc i threw sm at you so strongly ^^' okay thats all tysm for reading this it means to world to me byebye <3)
#one piece#vinsmoke ichiji#vinsmoke niji#one piece ichiji#one piece niji#others ocs tag#vinsmoke siblings#my art#im so happy with how the raid suits especially turned out like i can't get over it#i haven't been truly proud of an art piece for MONTHS this is so refreshing#like this aint perfect in a lotta other places but that alone is carrying this for me#also sangerie i am SO sorry if it looks like im virtually stalking you fjagskdakfsfa first the trans vs sisters and now this..#i promise im not there's just not a lot of ppl in the Vinsmokes tags and you and your stuff is really cool 😭 im normal i prommy /irony#okay ive literally said enough in the post im shutting up now gday or gnight take care#OH WAIT YEAH throwing in a#scopohobia tw#scopophobia cw#bc little brats eyes are borin into ya#OKAY now gday/night <3<3
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SOOOOOO
i was tagged by @rickie-the-storyteller over heeeereeee and it didnt let me reblog so new post!
LAFGSLKRGHLSKGH THIS IS SO FUN HELP WHY DIDNT I KNWO THIS EXISTED-
ANYWAYSSSSS
i gto very little ships (sadly) so im gonna go with both platonic and romantic ehehehe
Annexander (is it how were calling it?? idk) (@holdmyteaplease ur the expert on this give me a feedback)
Alexander: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Anne: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.
Alexander: *shatters a window and climbs through it* Alexander: *turns around and helps Anne through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Anne. Anne: Okay. Anne: Shut it Alexander, I only shook your hand because I had to. We will NEVER be friends. Alexander: Lets survive this together! Anne: I HOPE YOU DIE. Anne: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue? Alexander: Technically a mix of green and blue? Anne: So blurple. Alexander: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple. Anne: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE? Alexander: You were confusing before but now I'm scared Anne, holding a scooter: Alexander! Can I go outside and play with this? Alexander: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay? Anne, running outside: Thanks Alexander! Alexander, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY! Alexander: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks! Anne: Why would I do that? Alexander: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free!
HELP CAUSE WHY IS THIS SO THEMMMM AKFGASKJGF
Anne and Indigo (the absolute besties)
Anne: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me? Indigo: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Anne: Yes. Indigo: I'd sleep.
*Anne sends more than 5 messages in a row* Indigo: I ain’t reading all that. Indigo: I’m happy for you tho. Indigo: Or sorry that happened. Anne: I have a plan. Indigo: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it. Anne: … Indigo: … Anne: I no longer have a plan.
Anne: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”. Anne: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.
ok... this is scarily accurate...
Alexis and Claire (friends to lovers complete dumbasses edition)(they have exactly 1 brain cell and they take turns being the responsible one. most times i gets forgotten at home)
Alexis: My hands are cold. Claire: Here, let me hold them. Alexis: My lips are cold too. Claire: *covers Alexis's mouth with their hand* Alexis: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me. Claire: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do. Claire: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds. Alexis: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work? Claire: NO- Alexis: What do you do for a living? Claire: I exist against my will. Alexis: Claire, I have a question. Claire: What is it, Alexis? Alexis: What color is an orange? Claire: Alexis, you bonehead! Its color is the same as its name. Just like a lemon. Alexis: I hope no one lowkey hates me. Alexis: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Alexis: Go big or go home.
THIS IS FUN. VERY FUN.
HOW TO CREATE CHARACTERS 101: NAME, BASIC VIBES AND THROW THEM AROUND IN THE INCORRECT QUOTES GENERATOR✨
tagging literally everyone i know on this one cause the world deserves to do this
@olivescales3 @albatris @bloody-neon @bassguitarinablackt-shirt @briannaswords @cabbojage @daisywords @desastreus @did-i-do-this-write @deanwax @digital-chance @enchanted-lightning-aes @ember-writer @eli-is-an-idiot @firesmokeandashes @fioreshere @guessillcallitart @gwenthekween @harleyacoincidence @holdmyteaplease @iannicellis @jaxypaxyhaxy @j3st3rfun3r4l @kooperation1101 @koala2all @lycaens @liv-is @lyonette-does-things @mayakern @nocturnalmohawk @quinnharperwrites @roisinivy @raspberrykraken @spicymochi @scifimagpie @the-mindless @unmellowyellowfellow @whynotcherries @writingmargo @writing-with-sophia @writeblr-of-my-own @wrenofthewords @yeahthatswhatimtolkienabout @yesireadbooks @your-absent-father @zihus @zillanovikov sorry if i tagged any
#NO IT WONT LET ME POST AAGAINNNNN#OKOKOKOKOK IT DIDDDDD AHHH#well damn#thats a lot of tags you got there huh
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Now for my second ever poll!
I've linked the poll here, and a couple more times below. But the explanation of the poll is below. (Cause there are too many formatting limitations on poll posts and I need to EXPRESS myself! 😁)
Okay...
So, I have 6 chapters left in my current series, Things Learned and Unlearned.
This series was a rescue of an orphaned fic I'd left over on Fanfiction.net. It's inspired me to rescue all my orphaned stories here on Tumblr too.
My problem is I never know which one to work on, and when I try to work on all of them at once, I get overwhelmed and abandon them all again.
So, I'm gonna make you choose. 😁
I'm going to put all SIX in a poll. Vote for the one you want to see finished the most. When the poll is complete in a week, I'll rescue the fics in the order corresponding to their place in the poll.
So, the fic with the most votes gets finished first, then the second most votes will be next and so on, until all my ongoing series are finally complete!
I'll be finished my current series on August 23. So, I'll start posting the poll winner on August 30.
I linked them all below so you can check them out and be an informed voter. 😁
Vote here!
**PLEASE NOTE - I'll ONLY be counting the votes that come in through the poll. So, liking this post or replying to this post with a choice won't count. Gotta vote! ❤️ But I'd greatly appreciate a signal boost reblog!**
Quicksilver Princess - Started writing March 6, 2022. Last Updated August 27, 2022.
To Catch Lightning in a Bottle - Started writing April 6, 2022. Last Updated July 15, 2022.
Let Me see Inside - Started writing July 9, 2022. Last updated April 4, 2023.
I Will Find You in the Dark - Started writing September 15 2022. Last updated September 8, 2023.
So Close - Started writing September 15 2022. Last updated February 10, 2023.
Only the Strong Survive - Started writing November 1, 2022. Last updated December 9, 2023.
Vote Here!
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@ladyborealiswrites Thank you so much for the beautiful comment you left on your reblog of my Eris and Drifter kissy poll, I hope you will enjoy this story I wrote because of it XD
"You," Eris huffed, her breath warm against the Drifter's face as she she grabbed him by the collar of his coat, slamming him against the adjacent wall. "You insufferable, irksome, fetid Rat,"
"Hah!" The Drifter kept his expression cool and composed as he stared into her glaring green eyes. "You think I'm annoyin', huh?"
"You are annoying,"
"You sure I'm the annoyin' one?" He raised an eyebrow. "Between the both of us, kinda seems like your the pain in the ass here, Moondust."
Eris opened her mouth to respond, but then changed her mind and slammed her face against his, her mouth clinging to his own, kissing again and again. Suddenly the Drifter's sole focus was her lips, her love- he couldn't think about anything else, not with Eris kissing him the way she did.
She kissed long and warm, shifting her mouth along his own with every passing second as he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, returning her kisses with the same level of passion and intensity.
Finally they pulled away, gasping for breath while staring into one another's flushed faces.
"As I said before," Eris finally spoke, regaining her composure. "You are the annoying one, Rat."
"Yeah, well, you got plenty of your own problems," the Drifter said, smiling flirtatiously, eyebrows scrunched together. "But I gotta admit, kissin' ain't one of 'em."
Eris scowled at him before leaning in for another long and sloppy kiss.
"Do not attempt to flatter me." She growled out when they had parted.
"Why not?" He smirked. "It's nice seein' you so riled up but still unable to pretend you don't love me."
His voice was so teasing, so soft, his warm affection like dripping honey, slowing down her usual lightning quick train of thought.
The Drifter put his mouth back against hers again and again, and Eris willingly allowed it, kissing him earnest and warmly in return, holding him close and admiring his courage and burning love.
She knew he only had the same soft, tender hearted feelings for her in return. For no other reason would they let their barriers fall and their trust be shown in such clarity if anything other were the case.
They continued on fervently, sharing sloppy, warm kisses and playful taunting comments.
#drifteris#moonrat#eris morn x drifter#eris x drifter#drifter x eris#eris morn/the drifter#eris and drifter#eris morn#the drifter#destiny 2#destiny the game#destiny 2 fanfic#destiny 2 stories#kissin' kissin'#lovey dovey story#cause i just need them to kiss#mwah mwah mwah#<3 hehe#:3
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Talofa again, Rev! About that reblog about your OCs relationship!
72. If someone flirted with or showed an interest in their S/O, how would the other react?
80. What tropes could be applied to this relationship?
And!
97. How do they wake their S/O up? Is it difficult to rouse them?
TALOFA AGAIN TARO! You know its a pleasure seeing you in my inbox 🧡🧡✨
Let's do it!!
72: If someone flirted with or showed an interest in their S/O, how would the other react?
HOHOHOHO THIS IS A GOOD ONE.
Alright it's different for each other. They don't usually get jealous, they trust each other with their lives, they don't get insecure when someone is talking/flirting to the other. But if they see that someone is crossing the lines and not respecting the boundaries that their partner set they will step in.
For example if Sparrow said "Not interested I have a girlfriend." And the other person is still insisting. Then Amara won't hesitate to step in. Not to look like a jealous girlfriend, but to annoy the other person and let them be clear who she is.
She steps in, a hand across Sparrow's shoulders, a discrete kiss on her cheek.
"hey love. I'm a little bit tired, do you want to go back home?" Then she would fake surprise. "Oh! I didn't see you there darling. Sorry for interrupting." She's clearly not sorry. "Hannah didn't introduce me to you? Oh she can forget things really quickly. Anyway I'm Amara, her girlfriend/wife. It's a pleasure to meet you." Then she would turn around, literally turning her back on that person. "Should we go babe?". Sparrow would silently thank Amara for saving her agreeing they should go home and leaving that person standing there.
Sparrow would do something a little bit different. She would step between them, give a quick and random kiss to Amara and walk away. She knows that Amara can handle that type of person better than her. So she goes, leaves a clear message and then leaves. Amara would smile at Hannah, biting her lip and then look back at the other person. "I have an important thing to do." She pointed at Sparrow. "I gotta go, bye."
When they both get out of that situation they always gossip about it.
"Did you see their face when you walked away?" "They wanted to murder me hahaha"
80. What tropes could be applied to this relationship?
Mmmhh a little bit complicated because their story is a little bit full of drama.
So it would be like:
Strangers to friends with benefits -> friends with benefits to enemies -> enemies to lovers
97. How do they wake their S/O up? Is it difficult to rouse them?
Sparrow usually wakes up first. She likes to wake up Amara with a good breakfast and jazz music playing from the kitchen. Then when everything is ready and at a reasonable hour to wake her up (because Sparrow wakes up REALLY early), she would wake Amara with soft kisses and sweet words. "Breakfast is ready, I just need the sunshine to rise." "Morning my dearest sleepyhead" "can you show me those pretty eyes of yours?". She would also join Amara for a five minute cuddle under Amara's sleepy demands of a morning hug. This usually happens on the weekend, when the mornings are slow and lazy.
When Amara has to wake up Sparrow... That's a whole other story. Usually Sparrow wakes up really early, just to work out, go for a run or hike. A little bit before Amara wakes up. But there are mornings where she feels really lazy. And it takes a lot to wake her up. Amara has tried everything, throwing pillows at her, playing music at full volume next to her, pulling from Sparrow's ankles and even kicking her out of the bed. But Sparrow can still sleep after all of that, maybe a small complaint and then going back to sleep. But there's only one thing that makes Sparrow wake up fast, and it's the smell of food. You start making breakfast, and she gets up faster than a lightning and she's already there sitting on the chair ready to eat.
And that's all! Thank you so much for the ask 🧡🧡✨
Love you! MWAH MWAH
#Hannah “Sparrow” Clayton#Amara Thompson#Sparrow x Amara#Amara x Sparrow#my ocs#ask game#you got mail! 💌
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NATLA REVIEW (SEVERAL PARTS IN THE REBLOGS CUZ TUMBLR IS STUPID)
(1/4) Sorry, Tumblr is stupid, I can't just post my stuff and be on my way, like I gotta divide it in several posts because it's too long blugh. Ok ok ok. So I finished the show. Obviously. Somehow The Binge got me anyway. I will need to rewatch it to digest everything better and pay attention to small stuff and all, but first impressions off the bat: OBVIOUSLY IT'S FULL OF SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS. - I do not understand why they did not make Aang run away. When I learnt about it after the premiere, I was willing to let the show explain to me organically why that was changed. They didn't. And staying true to Aang running away was... just right there. All they had to do was not have him say "you're right buddy, I'll just clear my head" and that's it. Because at the end of Aang's little speech with Appa, I really was like "... and then you run away boy" because it really felt like it was building to this. @ Albert Kim, we need to talk. It is especially weird considering they had several characters and moments where people were either guilt-tripping, blaiming or being angry at Aang for not being there for 100 years. The scenes with Bumi, with Gyatso, would have been way more impactful had Aang ran away. I do not understand this decision and the show has given me no ground to understand or accept it. - NOT NEARLY ENOUGH MOMO AND APPA @ Albert Kim, we need to talk again. Per your IGN video, you teased me Appa being Aang's best friend. WHERE WAS IT???? I WILL SUE. And again, it's like why? Yes I got teary eyed at the Sokka/Momo scene in the finale, but huh, I would have BAWLED MY EYES OUT had they had more scenes and a stronger relationship (yes I'm talking about a boy and a lemure...) (and even tho I love Sokka/Momo, what about Momo/Aang???) Also there are scenes where Momo isn't there, and it's not making any sense because we have wide shots of all the Gaang on Appa and Momo is just... well not here. - I liked what they did with Azula and Ozai. It makes me really looking forward to some Azula/Zuko scenes. ? and I do think Ozai not burning and banishing Azula for standing up against him literally confirms what Zhao said to Zuko at the end, but idk if it's just my interpretation or just canon lol. I would have loved to see - finally - Azula's blue fire at the end. Like yeah, we saw her bending lightning, but what about the iconic blue fire huh???
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lookism x pjo snippets?
og au plan is RIGHT HERE and i didn’t wanna reblog bc long posts get nerfed by tumblr sometimes but i Saw this in a dream and i gotta write it down before my shitty memory deletes it
here we go: [i’m literally jumping right to the ending bc idk what’s in the middle]
the death of jay hong, son of hades.
hyungseok didn’t know what happened.
one minute he was standing there, happily chatting to crystal and jay, and the next minute crystal’s eyes were glowing with a righteous fury hyungseok knew didn’t belong to her.
“crystal!” he shouted, parrying her sword with his own, “get a grip!”
jay tried to help him, but the daughter of zeus brushed him away like he meant nothing, her electric blue eyes solely focused on hyungseok. crystal’s blade came down on him, heavy with the wrath of the gods, and all hyungseok could do was try his best to hold her off. he’d always been better with a bow than a sword. he didn’t have time to learn all the weapons before being shoved into a quest.
he didn’t want to hurt crystal, nor did he want her to hurt him. so all he did was defend himself, refusing to attack. she attacked him with everything she had, lightning and thunder and years of living as a demigod.
“crystal, stop!”
she swung her blade down, her entire form wreathed in lightning. hyungseok would’ve been dead if not for jay pushing him out of the way in the nick of time. the son of hades grunted as crystal’s sword sliced a line from his shoulder to waist. his blood sparked with lightning, and the scythe in his hand clattered to the ground as he collapsed.
hyungseok took a deep breath, trying to control his world shattering around him, and with all the power he could muster, he shouted: “CRYSTAL, STOP!”
she froze where she stood, halted in time.
“jay!”
hyungseok fell to his knees next to him, trying to stop the blood. jay’s breath came in ragged gasps. “jay, stay with me, come on, you gotta stay with me!”
jay coughed weakly, and blood bubbled out of his lips. i’m okay, he tried to say, don’t worry about me.
“but you’re bleeding!”
well... he reached up to press a clammy hand against hyungseok’s cheek. better me than you, i suppose. you’ve got more to do with your life than let it end like this.
and then a hole opened up in the floor.
jay’s hand latched onto his immediately as the concrete floor under him fell away, and hyungseok grabbed onto jay’s hand with all the strength in his body. he squeezed so hard he could feel the bones in jay’s hand shift under his grip.
it was hard. jay was around the same height as him, with a similar build too, and hyungseok didn’t know how long he could last. the fight against crystal had already left him exhausted.
you have to let me go.
“no! i won’t!” hyungseok shook his head vehemently. “ jay, you’ll fall! you’re already-” both of their hands were slippery with jay’s blood, and hyungseok almost lost his balance when a part of the pavement next to him crumbled and fell away.
jagiya, it’s okay. jay still had the energy to smile at him, even though his grip was growing slack. the underworld is my domain. i know it’s tartarus, but i’ll be fine.
tartarus? hyungseok had heard about the rumors - tartarus was reserved as a special kind of hell for the wicked and the damned. even if he was hades’ only demigod son, there was no way jay - kind, sweet, mortally injured jay - would make it out of there alive.
hyungseok couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing jay again. “even if you’re a son of hades, that’s still- you’ll still-”
jay’s smile turned sad. i love you, he mouthed, his lips moving around the words. more than i care about myself. so you have to let me go.
jay’s hand slipped out of hyungseok’s, and hyungseok watched him fall down, down, down, until the darkness swallowed him whole. the yawning chasm to the underworld closed with a rumbling of earth.
hyungseok couldn’t stop himself from shaking, gasping as the tears fell from his eyes. jay was gone, maybe forever.
the only thing left of his best friend - his friend who loved him too much to let him die, sacrificed himself to tartarus for him - was the jagged crack in the ground, and the blood on hyungseok’s hands.
“i swear,” he whispered, his guilt and grief fading into a red-hot, boiling rage, “i’ll destroy all of those bastard gods, every single one.”
the silence was deafening. it was like the gods were mocking him, saying i’d like to see you try, boy.
the threads of fate had already been put in motion, and there was nothing more hyungseok could do than fulfil the second half of that god-damned prophecy.
#lookism#lookism fic#?#legit in medias res#janiel#jay hong#hong jaeyeol#daniel park#park hyungseok#jaeseok#demigod janiel au#yes i will be using both their korean names and their english names in this#some are solely english names some are only korean#like i think jay would be a third gen immigrant#instead of steve hong being his father steve hong is his grandfather#bc hades is his father#so in this fic jay is outcasted by grandpa!steve hong bc his mom had a one night stand with an 'unknown stranger' (god of the underworld)#and he's also outcasted by birth father hades bc he's a socially awkward child who doesn't speak#hades is fine with him being gay it's the mute part that he's angry abt bc how do you control spirits if you're mute#jay does it anyway#same with crystal btw charles choi is her grandpa#but charles choi has also been affiliated with gods for a long time#so instead of being outcasted she's accepted within the family#she's the Powerful One also bc she's the only child#and for jay i think joy and kitae would not be demigods#or joy would be daughter of pluto#emo gay shadow boy jay and his cheerful but cursed jewel sister joy#kitae's a mortal and he's like omfg what is Wrong with these two
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Howdy, I’m Flowey! Flowey the Flower!
Nah call me Walker, 30/NB/US
This blog is a dumping ground (affectionate) for all my ships that get shit on for existing, mostly due to age gaps or fandom opinions.
If you have issues with these ships please move on. Respect me, and I will respect you.
***I’ll keep a running list of what this blog contains here so please read before proceeding ***
Papa Emeritus 3/Cardinal Copia-Ghost Band Fandom People hate this relationship cus most folks think these banana heads are related. No I don’t think they’re related. Copia is Satan’s son, not Nihil’s (edit 21JUN2024: ….. in my AU Copia is Satans son. Not Nihil’s)
Alcina Dimitrescu/Donna Beneviento -Resident Evil 8 Not sure why folks hate this one. They aren’t actually related and I think they’re sweet. I typically don’t ship them sexually cus I headcannon them both as shit hella asexual but I don’t hate on it.
Marty McFly/Emmet ‘Doc’ Brown-Back to the Future Yes there’s an age gap, no I don’t care, all content I reblog Marty is 18+ when relationships start. Also time travel fuckery lessens the age gap cus I said so.
Benjamin ‘Hawkeye’ Pierce/Father Francis Mulcahy -M.A.S.H -They’re cute together, again not sure why people hate this one…maybe cus Francis is a priest? Gotta love that blasphemy
Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin -Kingsman Another one people hate for the age gap but ffs Harry wasn’t in Eggsy’s life at all when he was young and Eggsy was 22 before they met again. Also they’re cute as heck, who doesn’t love the badass classy spy with the scruffy lil street rat?
C.C. Tinsley/Ricky Goldsworth -Buzzfeed Unsolved Cinematic Universe. People hate this cus they think of it as Shane/Ryan. I don’t view the ship as RPF cus Ricky and CC are characters created by the boys, not the boys themselves.
Danny Sexbang/Ninja Brian -Ninja Sex Party Fandom. Another one people view as RPF. Let me be clear, this ship is purely the characters. I also headcannon them as a non sexual ship, solely romantic cus I think Brian is also shit hella ace. Danny just bangs every consenting adult he comes across and smooches Brian when he gets home.
Lightning McQueen/Doc Hudson -Cars (Humanized)
….. shut up you aren’t my real dad
More to come~
#Alcina/Donna#Marty/Doc#Copia/Terzo#Hawkeye/Father Mulcahy#lightning mcqueen/doc hudson#copiiia#mammett#donnacina#hawkahy#mchudson#walker speaks
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reblogging again this time with NOTES
so ofc i LOVE poseidon’s intro
I LOVE THE TRIDENT REFLECTED IN ODE’S EYES WHEN HE GOES “… poseidon.”
ode’s “oh no” face right after “you crossed the line”
the TENTACLES i love that so much :D
he JUMPS to the ship and ode is like “oh NO”
THE EYE THE EYE OVER ODYSSEUS’ F A C E AAAAAA I LOVE THAT SO MUCH
“no” YES
the rocks like shark fins/teeth >>>>
he s n a t c h e s ode up “do i even weigh anything to you” “nah its like holding a couple of grapes”
and then YEET
eurylochus helping him up <3 <3
ode getting hit into poseidon’s prove-a-point-dimension <3
and how he’s like “OH my god okay” the whole time
POLITES OH MY GOD GIGI HOW DARE YOU (/pos!!!)
“but noo” and ode’s like “OH YOU’RE THERE NOW” it makes me giggle i love that so much!!!
poseidon’s face on “then you let him live” his so perfect
and then eurylochus pulls him out of the prove-a-point-dimension
he falls back into the water i love it
HOW HE PICKS THE SHIP UP
i thought he was gonna destroy that one but he just holds it oh noooo
the lightning <3
i love how ode’s argument is kinda coming off like “aw you don’t wanna hurt us … we’re just lil guys … cmon man”
and then poseidon’s like “ofc i’m gonna hurt you stfu”
“that is NOT an apology!!”
dudeeeee the whole eye thing??? idek how to describe it but THAT’S SO AWESOME
and then it just goes black on “die” that’s so perfect you literally can’t do it any other way
AAAAA IT’S R E D OMG THE RED
ode’s look of HORROR watching poseidon destroy his ships
AAAAA the red the tentacles reflected
side note i love all the eyes throughout this whole thing it’s so fun <3
so polites is obviously Not Here but one of the drowning figures kinda looks like him. to me. so that’s fun and painful :D
and then poseidon just gently sets the ship down
“what have you done?” WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME
nooo u broke him :( :( :(
the way poseidon is silhouetted kinda, blocking out the light, on “i am your darkest moment,” that’s perfect
ode gets distracted in the middle of his “evil speech” lol adhd ass <3
“all i gotta do is open this bag!” and he chucks the knife!!!!! yeah man i love that so much!!!!
PLEASE POSEIDON’S “wtf” LOOK AS ODE SAILS AWAY OH GOD I ADORE THAT SO MUCHHH
and then aeolus shows up <3
“remember me” is so good, i love him sinking into the water, that’s how i’ve always imagined it
CIRCE’S ISLAND CIRCE’S ISLAND AAAAAAA I LOVE THAT AAAAAA
maybe i’m just gay but she’s so prettyyyyyy
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#two watches out of fifty <3#i love this video so much i am obsessed#epic the musical#odysseus#poseidon#talk tag#the ocean saga#i cannot wait for ur circe saga animatics they're gonna be so awesome#but PLEASE take ur time#take care of urself#bc that's the only way they're gonna be as awesome as this#we will be so patient i promise <3
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