#i hope it turnd out good

[littlelightfish]

I'm posting a Cheescacke recipe I found on the internet here because the internet didn't gave clear instructions and I hated it, just gave me the ingredients and I had to play witch to make this work.

L.L.Fish's Cheescacke recipe for 15ish people (maybe 20)

Ingredients

[English&Spanish so both can cook and i get all the ingredients right]

The Cheese part / El relleno:

Cream cheese / Queso Crema -> 400 g

Heavy whiping cream / Crema de Leche -> 230 g

Eggs / Huevos -> 3

White Sugar / Azucar blanca -> 1 cup/taza

Vanilla extract / Escencia de vainilla -> 3 teaspoons/cucharaditas

Jam you like / Mermelada que quieras -> 350 g

The cake batter(?) / La masa:

No baking powder flour / harina sin polvos de hornear -> 1 cup/taza

Melted butter / Mantequilla derretida -> 125 g

Egg / huevo -> 1

White sugar / Azucar blanca -> ½ cup/taza

The cooking:

[Only in English, I'm sorry mis amigos]

LEVEL 1:

Start with the batter, my humble recommendation. And very first, pre-heat the oven at 180°C / 360°F / 453.15°K, the three work.

On a bowl, not a flat one, stir the egg, then add the sugar until smooth. You can do so with a fork or whatever you use to mix things at the kitchen. Add the melted butter when done, mix again until smooth. Finally, add the flour and mix mix mix until you get a soft spongey preety soft yes yes dough. Then get the cake mold, the thing you're gonna put the batter on, and spread it until it (at least) covers the bottom of it. Maybe you'd like to get one that has 20 cms diameter or so (I don't know imperial measurements, but a not that small one nor so big). When you're done with covering the bottom, you put the thing (mold) on the oven and put a timer for 15 minutes, when those had passed, get it out of the oven and congrat yourself, Level 1 completed!

LEVEL 2:

Now we get to the Cheese... ehehehe...

For the Cheese part of the cheescacke you're gonna want to have a mixer that survives mixing cream cheese, or want to get a strong strong arm (and a spoon, a fork wont do you any favor), because mixing cheese cream should be an Olympic sport. Anyways. You will like to do this while Level 1 results are tanning at the oven.

In a bowl you please, mix the cream cheese until it doesn't look like you just got it out of the package. There's no further criteria, it's never going to get smoother than that. Then add the heavy whiping cream, mix a bit more, and add the 3 eggs all at once, and mix. Mix for a while. Until it starts to look creamy, and to seem creamy. Add sugar to the mix and mix until you get rid of all (or most of) the lumps on your mix. Mix mix mix, what a word, but mix, because it has to look liquid by the end of it. OH I ALMOST FORGOT, add the vanilla (I always forget to). And yes, continue mixing.

Once you're done mixing and it looks either liquid or liquid enough (please don't let your tired arm tell you you're done when you can still identify ingredients other than random very small lumps of cream cheese!! It's a scam!!) Pour our liquid thing in the cake mold with the cake batter, and after you've poured everything, put it in the oven and wait for half an hour. Put a timer, you WILL forget. 30 minutes might not be enough, it can be 40. Once the center is jiggly, your finger doesn't stick to the cover of it and the borders look a cooked shade of brown (gold-ish?) You take it out the oven and let it cool down for a lot (don't take it out of the mold yet is my advice). Yayyy you did it! Level 2 completed!

LEVEL 3:

Really, forget about it, go di whatever. You can forget to put a timer, just don't forget you baked it. Put it in the refrigerator (?) once it cools down enough and forget about it. Once you feel like remembering it (at least after 4-5 hours, it can be 3 days) add the jam of flavour you like (I like the raspberry/strawberry one) on the top of your cake and THEN you get it out of the mold and serve the pieces and eat it. It's really important to eat it, it's the only way you'll eat homemade cheescake for who knows how long! If you're feeling like a meanace to society you can add other things to the toppings of your cheescake, nobody but your self will stop you! It's your cake! Just... keep in mind it's mostly a sweet cheese desert, so act accordingly and don't create an abomination. Yay.

And you've finished! That's how I make cheescakes :D

Feel free to add recommendations or whatever, I'm fairly new to the cheescake baking.

[theyanderespecialist]

Can you make it's on own story on archive of our own? Name the story "Dusk till dawn! I MAKE YOU BE MINE" and can you make reader a photographer and make them gender neural (the normal verse)

All the detail i want:

-SCP 085 trying to persued reader to become a vampire like him when he going to die by SCP 298 music and reader act like "Why would I want to be pathetic like you?"

-Reader splash SCP 085 with cat urine and garlic juice and riding the back of SCP 682 and confused to why everyone say they behaved recklessly and a potential liability.

-Dr bright bet five grand that reader wouldn't be able to throw cat piss at SCP 083 and reader infact actually splash the liquid onto SCP-083.

-SCP 682 is asexual (He doesn't know what that mean) and he hated that he having very sexual thought about reader and that he wanted to breed them.

-Dr clef being overprotective of reader.

-Dr iceberg hatred for reader turnd into a lovesick obsesseon.

(Sorry for taking this very long to answer because I didn't know you already answer my ask)

Title: Obsessive Photo: Various Yandere SCP X Non-Binary Researcher Reader

Summary: Dr. (Name) (Last Name) is a Researcher at The Foundation. Once They take a bet with Dr. Kondraki against Dr. Bright that they could throw piss on a certain SCP. They knew how to win it with ease. This is the night their life began to change. And Maybe not for the better. With SCPS and Staff falling into obsessive love with this Researcher.

Find It On Archive Of Our Own:

here is the teaser but the rest will not be posted here!

TEASER:

(No One's POV)

(Name) was sitting in their office with Dr. Benjamin Kondraki when Dr. Jack Bright came into the two doctors' offices. (Name) was working on their camera and looked up at Jack they smiled.

"What are you doing here Bright man?" They ask Bright.

"I am here to give you a new case, SCP 83 wants to request you." He says.

(Name) frowns and snatches the files from Jack. "Why would he want me, I am not a woman." For a little personal info (Name) was intersex but identified as non-binary, they had both working parts though, and a small chest, which was held together with a sports bra with ease since they are so small.

"He must have heard something," Bright says. "So I have a bet for you."

"And what would that be?" (Name) asks raising one of their eyebrows.

"I bet you five grand and a date you cannot throw cat piss on him," Jack smirks. "You cannot do it, I get to go on a date with you, if you do, you get five grand."

"I will throw in five grand that (Name) can throw cat piss on him, if I lose you get 5 grand and If I win I get five grand." Kondraki butts in.

"Sounds good to me." (Name) says and stands up. "I expect to have my five grand by lunch, Bright."

They walk out and both of the two males glare at each other and go back to work.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS here is the teaser I will also post the teaser and link to Archive of our own version on Tumblr! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

[jellyclogs]

How one piece DILF react to Y/N having a panic attack

y/n has she/her pronouns in this story

trigger warning: detailed description's of the feeling of a panic attack, mentions of a panic disorder and overstimulation(not like that u pervs) noise sensitivity

the dilfs in question: Marco(he totally counts as a dilf)�� Katakuri(he also counts)  Shanks(the only one I don't have to justify)

Base Story

You have always been prone to panic attacks. Not that it was an everyday thing. Some days you have nerves of steel. You don't even flinch at the sound of cannons or when a crew member touches you out of the blue. On bad days you start to spiral just from the drop of a cup or the sound of someone stomping down the hall. Today was a bad day. 

You do your absolute best to go with the flow of the day as well as do your duties. But it all became too much. Your hands had been shacky all day but you could tell it was getting worse. You started fumbling more and more. You knew that you couldn't fend off the looming brake down so you set down what you were doing. You knew you needed to make it back to your room before it got worse. You were a pirate so having a panic attack out in the open was a no-go.

You began to pick your way through the ship. You flicked your inner wrist as you walked(at least you hoped you were walking and not running) to your room. The gentle pain kept you grounded, it helped you block out the panic just a bit longer.

As you rushed you didn't spot one of your crew members. You clipped them with your shoulder in your hurry. You didn't have the time to see who it was, you were also pretty sure your mask would completely shatter if you as much as made eye contact with someone. “so Sorry!” you called out to whoever it was. You hoped your voice didn't give away how close to breaking you were.

Once you finally made it to your room and the door was shut behind you, your mask shattered. You let your body hit the floor as you sobbed. Everything was just too much you curled up into a ball and tried to get your breathing under control.

🍍 Marco  🍍

Marco froze seeing y/n rushing down the hall. He was about to ask if she was alright when she ran into him. The glance he got at her eyes told him she was not ok. Her normally calm (e/c) were frantic and glacie. What the hell had happened?

“so sorry!” she squeaked, her voice was just as frantic as her eyes. Now he was sure she was not ok. 

Marco stood still debating on whether hed follow her and find out what was wrong, or trace back her steps and see who’s ass he had to kick. (y/n) was a sweet and calm women who he certainly had a soft spot fore. Not that he would admit it. If he was perticuly drunk it took all his will power not to go tell the girl just how much of his mind she took up. Some times he wondered what had dragged such a good girl into a life of piracy.

Marco turnd and rushed to fallow her. The ass kicking could wait, first (Y/n) needed to be calmed down. He lost site of her but figured she was probably headed to her room so rushed that way.

Marco stood at (Y/n)’s door he knocked on the door gently, he didnt want to upset her more.

“Whats up?” (y/n)’s voice was almost convincing, but marco could here the slight quiver.

“(y/n) can i come in? I saw you rushing down here and i just want to check in on you?” marco spoke in a gentle and cleary voice. He knew barging in to her room would only make her situation worse.

“I…” she cut herself off with ragged panicked breaths, it took her a while to regain her composure, “Ok… I'm sorry.” 

Marco gently opened the door, his heart broke seeing the poor girl in such a panicked state. She was sitting on the floor with her back pressed to her bed, she had puffy and red eyes, clearly shed been crying. Marco stepped in closing the door shut behind him. He walked up the mess of a (h/c) and sat down in front of her, “Do you want to tell me what's wrong, or do you just want a shoulder to cry on?” Marco’s voice was soft and soothing, he wanted to pull her into his lap and just hold her til she calmed down but he wasn't sure if that would help her or not.

“Bad,” her breathing was so frantic that she couldn't even properly form sentences, “Bad, I'm just not having a go-od day.” she was trying so hard to cover up just how bad of a state she was in. she was not doing a good job at it.

Marco looked into her eyes before scooping the girl up in his arms. He knew she needed something to ground her, looking at her right now he could tell she was in the middle of a panic attack. He stood up and sat the two of them down on her bed, “Ok hun, I've got you.” he whispered holding her in a firm but gentle grasp, running a hand up and down her back, “you don’t have to force your self to talk, let's just focus on getting your breathing to a normal pace.”

Marco was relieved when she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. She nodded her head and then let out another wave of sobs. She was shaking in his arms and clung to him for dear life.

Minutes passed of the two of them just sitting. Marco could hear her softly mumbling, “In 1,2,3, out 1,2,3” her breathing started to mimic her counting. Slowly (y/n) relaxed, she almost seemed to melt. Marco waited for her to talk, he knew if he waited she would eventually give him a better explanation for this panic attack. 

“Thank you,” (y/n) softly spoke leaning back, “I'm sorry if I scared you.” she crossed her arms and looked anywhere but at Marco.

Marco sighed, she was apologizing. He turned her head to look at him and gazed into her watery pools of (e/c). Why did she feel the need to apologize to him? He pressed his forehead to hers, “you don't need to thank me for this. I'm a commander it's part of my job to make sure my crew is ok.” he paused for a moment before adding, “Especially if it's you.” his voice barely audible.

“What does that mean?” (y/n)’s looked to Marco confused. Her eyes were still puffy and red.

“It means that,” Marco chuckled, “if you ever need help, or are feeling like this, then don't hesitate to come find me.” Marco wanted to place a kiss on her forehead but wasn't sure if that would push the situation over a breaking point, one where he couldn't leave this room still just being her friend, “so think you can tell me what happened?” he redacted his mind to the ass-kicking he was sure he'd be handing out soon.

(y/n) flushed, Marco wasn't sure if it was from his words or if she was embarrassed about why she had gotten so upset, “ I'm Prone to panic attacks,” she moved to get up and off of Marcos's lap, “Usually I can keep it together till I get to my room but today wasn't a good day.” as the girl made it to her feet she looked back at Marco with a sheepish smile, “It's ok really.”

“No, it's not.” Marco stood up and pulled (y/n) back into his arms, “Why didn't you tell me sooner I could have helped.” 

“It's fine,” (y/n) did not fight the hug, she mumbled into his chest, “I'm fine,” Marco couldn't tell if she was saying it to herself or him.

“No, it's not.” Marco said more firmly, “I'm here for you, (y/n) you don’t have to suffer alone anymore, please let me help you when things like this happen,” Marco pulled back and kissed her forehead, “please,” he whispered. 

“Ok,” Marco almost didn't hear her soft response. He certainly did silently feel her relax into him.

🍬 Katakuri 🍬

Katakuri was surprised to feel someone run into him. He was almost impossible to miss seeing as he is almost 17 feet tall, and he has such a menacing ora. Who in their right mind would run into him? He glanced over to this person who was either blind, dumb, or looking for a fight only to hear a panicked, “So, sorry.” and catch a glance of (y/n) rushing off.

Katakuri was surprised when it was (y/n) of all people who had shoulder checked his calf. (y/n) was a well-mannered woman. He didn't know the girl well however he had quite some respect for her. The woman had never once looked at him with fear in her eyes before and was fairly close friends with Brulee. He sighed and guessed he might as well go see what is wrong with his sister's friend.

He used his observation haki to see where she had run to. He was taken aback by the image he saw. The polite but confident woman had tucked herself away in a closet and was sobbing her eyes out. Usually, he avoided using his haki to feel what others were feeling but the sheer amount of panic she was radiating was overwhelming, his haki picked it up without him even trying.  It took him more effort than he wanted to admit to stop his heart from racing.

Katakuri rushed tword the closet (y/n) had locked herself in. he may not know her well but the way Brulee talked about her made him certain that he couldn't just let her be. He stood in front of the closet hearing the muffled sounds of the women. Yet again his haki took over and he could feel her panic, he wanted to rush in and comfort her if just to stop the panic that was flowing off of her in waves.

Katakuri wasn’t thinking clearly, the woman's panic had fogged his mind. Katakuri opened the closet and crouched down to be less imposing to the frantic girl. He was hit with a potent wave of panic stronger than before. He had messed up, she was now in a worse state, “Sorry,” he tried to be soothing, “I wanted to see if you were ok.”

“Oh,” the girl squeaked, “I'm sorry.” she looked rather pathetic as she tried to give him a smile, “just need some time to-to, um,” her breathing went ragged and interrupted the excuse she was about to give him. She scrunched her eyes closed and it seemed as if she was just trying to get her breathing under control.

Katakuri watched the girl for a moment before pulling her into his lap and hugging her to his chest. She was so small in his hands, it almost felt like he was soothing a child. He gently rubbed her back. At first, the girl was stiff and her panic increased but slowly she relaxed and gave into the hug.

Katakuri hated to admit it to himself but he enjoyed the feeling of holding the woman. He liked the way she clung to him. He liked the warmth of her skin on his. More than all that he liked the fact that she was just so vonrubole at the moment. 

After a long time of (y/n) calmly barring her face in his chest katakuri spoke, “What happened?” his thumb never stopped rubbing her back.

The woman sheepishly looked up at him, “it was just a panic attack,” she bit her bottom lip before continuing, “Nothing you have to worry about sweet commander sir.”

Katakuri darkly chuckled, “I put together it was a panic attack,” he glared down at the women in his arms, “but what caused it?”

She fidgeted with her sleeve cuffs be for she spoke again, her eyes looked only at her hands, “I'm prone to panic attacks, sometimes the noise of life just gets to be too much and I just,” she closed her eyes, cheeks red, and took a deep breath, “I just lose it. I'm sorry sir.”

Katakuri was not expecting that “so you deal with this regularly?” he did his best to sound neutral. The more of this venerable side he saw the more he wanted to protect her, it was like finding a shivering kitten on the side of the road, she was just adorable.

“Yes.” she gave him a reassuring smile, “but I'm used to it and usually i just step out and have my little brake down and get on with the day.”

She was trying to downplay how awful this was for her, Katakuri was sure of it. The man had been overwhelmed by just the taste of her panic and she dealt with this regularly. What kinda woman was she really? The woman he had known up to this point was well put together, polite-no she was kind, well spoken and confident. Was that persona just a mask? 

“Your good friends with Brulee right?” Katakuri asked.

The girl only nodded.

“That makes you a friend of mine too,” Katakuri brushed her hair out of her eyes, “so you dont have to hide this from me.”

The girl looked up to him confused. She opened her mouth to say something but Katakuri cut her off, “When your not ok and i'm here tell me. Have you talked to Brulee about this? She’s the kinda woman that wouldn't mind helping you.”

“She knows,” the woman’s voice was soft not much louder than a whisper, “but it's not her responsibility to babysit me, and it's not yours.”

Katakuri picked the woman up and brought her to his eye level. “As a member of the big mom pirates that makes you a member of the family, it's our job to take care of each other since we are family.” he glared into her eyes just daring her to try to disagree.

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

Katakuri set her down before standing up and saying, “you don't have to call me sir, we're friends so call me Katakuri.”

“Thank you Katakuri,” (y/n) gave the man a genuine smile.

Katakuri chuckled, “Don't mention it (y/n).”

🍺Shanks🍺

The moment shanks heard her squeaked apology he knew what was happening, she was in a full-swing panic attack. (y/n) had been on the crew a year now and he had seen her fall apart like this more than a handful of times. He was surprised that she didn't come straight to him, but then again that was how she was. She didn't like the thought of as she would put it, “troubling him over nothing,” shanks shook his head and sighed looked like his true love(his booze) would have to wait.

Shanks considered heading straight after the panic pron woman but figured she would calm down more quickly with something to munch on so he headed to the kitchen instead. It always left him reeling that just some noise could do this to her. He'd seen her fight men 4 times her size like it was nothing. The woman tamed wild beasts without an ounce of fear or conquerors haki. Hell, he’d seen her smile welling holding a giant growling dog in her lap, all well calling it just a little angry baby. did he mention the fact that the dog was the size of a dam lion and gave the rest of his crew a bit of a lashing(he still doesn't get how she didn't get bit for that one). (y/n) was a terrifyingly capable woman.

Shanks walked into the kitchen with a shigh.

“Run out of booze already captain?” lucky roux asked.

“Danm I wish that's why I was in here,” shanks gave his cook a serious look, “(y/n) having a panic attack can you fix me up a sandwich for her? Or maby something chocolate?”

Lucky roux quirked a brow before shaking his head, “I’ll make her a quick sandwich, don't think she got breakfast.” he hummed as he began to make the red-haired pirates’ little panic-prone girly a sandwich. Watching Lucky Roux make anything was interesting(even just a simple sandwich). The cook moved with such precise speed, his hands a blur as he worked. Shanks had tried to work at the same speed as lucky roux and he always ended up with a messy pile of ingredients that only looked like a sandwich if you squinted really hard at it. By the time lucky roux was done talking the sandwich was ready, “ take good care of our little beast tamer.” The chef said as he handed the sandwich to his captain, concern in his voice.

“Gosh you make it sound like I wouldn’t,” shanks smirked and snatched the sandwich, “I'm not some heartless monster.” 

Lucky Roux rolled his eyes, “I'm sure you’re not heartless, but you're certainly a monster captain.”

Shanks stuck his tongue out at his cook as he stepped out of the kitchen and headed towards (y/n)’s room. He closed his eyes a moment and huffed. He would never tell (y/n) this but seeing her like this always made him feel helpless. He could beat almost anyone in a fight but he could do almost nothing to stop her from having these panic attacks. He hated to see her suffer and not be able to do much about it. He honestly wished he could just take all her panic on himself.

Shanks stood in front of (y/n)’s door. He listened for a moment to see if he could hear her, he was relieved to find he couldn't. He hoped that for her sake the worst had passed. He used the back of his hand to gently knock on her door, “Hay they're beautiful, I brought you a sandwich and wanted to see how you're doing. Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” a lightly hoarse voice called through the door, “you can comb in.” her sentence was punctuated with a small sniffle.

Shanks slowly opened the door. He spotted the girl he was looking for sitting on her bed. She was wrapped up in her big fluffy comforter, the only thing poking out from the blanket's cover was her face. Her eyes were red and her flushed cheeks had little glossy trails where tears had been flowing. His heart caught in his chest, sure he'd seen her like this quite a few times but it always hit him hard. Sure she was a capable woman, and he knew she could take care of herself, but dam it she was cute and cuddly and he wanted nothing more than to protect her.

“Sorry, it was a bad day.” (y/n) pulled the blanket over her face, only making it harder not to find the woman adorable, “I just needed to get some quiet time.”

Shanks sat down at the foot of her bed holding out the sandwich for her, “How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to be sorry about this.”

She peeked out from her blanket before reaching out a shaky hand to grab the sandwich, “thank you,” she said as she looked up at him through her lashes. She nibbled at the sandwich.

Shanks watched her for a moment before opening his arm so she could get a hug if she wanted. He smiled softly at her and waited.

The woman crawled out of her blanket and hugged him, she buried her face in his chest. She abandoned her half-eaten sandwich on her pillow, she'd deal with the crumbs when she felt better.

Shanks ran his hand up and down her back just taking in the moment. He always liked when the beast tamer was cuddly like this. She was not a very touchy person and didn't like the feeling of being touched out of the blue but, once in a while, she would just let him hold her. Shanks knew the woman loved to be held. If it was on her terms then she adored the feeling of being in someone's arms. Shanks could tell by the way she seemed to just melt when she hugged him or any other member of the crew.

“Your too nice to me captain,” (y/n) hummed into Shanks’ chest, “thank you for putting up with my bull shit.”

Shanks rolled his eyes, “well the deal is I always come to your rescue, and you're the designated driver.” he gave her a gentle squeeze, “I think it's a fair trade.”

(y/n) looked up at her captain and giggled, “is Beckmen in on this deal?”

“I'm the captain he’s in on it if I say he is.” shanks smirked, before peppering her face with some kisses, “Plus I think he likes you enuff that he wouldn't mind.”

(y/n) began to giggle barring her face back into his chest, “Captin!”

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 10414

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[transfemlogan]

Hehe hoho

[ID: black text in a white background that reads, "(Maybe he really should just leave.) #MyWriting" /end ID]

[starling-illu]

2, 4, 7, 17, 20, 22, 23

Ella!! thank you 💛✨You are an angel😇these are good ones too!!

2. what's your favorite thing about your style

I like my lines at the moment, the weight and shape of them. What I love changes all the time and with each drawing though!

4. favorite thing to draw

either faces in general or characters interacting (especially my ocs or any character I'm really excited about in the moment)

7. show us a WIP

I dont have a lot of wips at the moment but these are the thumbnails for a short comic that I will finish at some point!! hopefully :') I don't mind sharing them because they aren't very clear and I'll probabaly change a lot in the finished product

17. what do you love getting compliments about

anything really!! it depends from piece to piece and what I particularly liked about it but generally any compliment will make me🥺🥺🥺

20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of

I like a lot of what I've done but I also feel like I haven't done a lot!

I really like how this one turnd out

it's not perfect but I think I pushed myself with creating something with a more complete scene/two characters/I like the colours

22. what inspires you

aghh... everything. But I guess the driving force of my art is my want to understand people and process the world around me in a language I understand. So my inspirations are usually things that involve those things, whatever catches my attention in the moment! Right now I'm really inspired by comics and how artists (in the writing sense as well as the visual sense) use the medium to communicate their stories! I'm always inspired by the work of my friends too, all of my friends are artists in different ways I'm so happy and excited to create when I see what they're making.

23. what's something you hope people notice when looking at your art

I'm happy for people to have any interaction with my art, I would hope for it to be positive but really I just want to share and connect. I would hope people notice that my art is filled with love, whether it's fanart or original or whatever. Love for the process and love for the subject, love for sharing something of myself.

[melissa-s23]

Private lesson

Sumarry: Janus try to decieve himself into a timeline where he can save his friends. He does not expect reality to offer him an opportunity to prove himself.

Word count: 3127

Characters: Janus Sanders, King creativity Sanders

Warnings: Sword fighting?? Idk please tell me if you think something else should be added here.

Author’s note: MY FIRST ONESHOT EVER COMPLETED! Yes! And the honor goes to @rondoel ‘s King!AU! ( @kingcreativityau ) :D Now: are the characters OOC in this? Most probably. Do I really care about it? Only a tiny bit. I only started to post Sanders Sides content here recently, but I’ve been a fan of the series for a few months now so I had time to read a lot of fic... however I’m still not sure on what I got wrong so if you have any criticism, positive or negative, please let me know! Lastly, this was at first supposed to be an animatic (on the song called ‘This is war’) but I have NO TIME to draw and lot of time to write so enjoy! When I do get time, I might try to animate a certain part of it that I don’t think I nailed that well in the fic. Anyway, I’ve been rambling for long enough. ENJOY!!!

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Janus stood there, in the empty training room. Since King's return, he felt very conflicted, and he hated himself for it.

The king was merciless, he cursed Patton to make him look like a toddler, he removed Logan's vocal cords, he cursed Virgil into torturing himself into deadly downward spirals, and...

And he was very spiteful, he was angry... because he'd betrayed him.

Janus clenged his fist. He couldn't help but remember the look of betray and rage that his King gave him when he discovered his team-up with Logan. Those orange eyes that could burn him down on the spot. Those oh so intense eyes... Damn it, he was back at it again. This is over now. His king was gone. Now it was the King. The tyrant. The side who hurt his friends.

He was standing in the empty room, looking at his reflection by the mural mirror. His now half-half face looked so tired. Was he really this tired ? He was probably very very tired... but he'll rest later, as the memory of his most recent wound was still fresh in his head, replaying this utter humiliation, he just couldn’t sleep. Anger soon filled him up.

He could have tried to stop him. He could have tried to save his friends, and instead he just... froze. He just let it happen like he couldn't do anything. And he knew how to fight ! He knew how to defent himself for crying out loud ! He could've done something, and instead... Nothing ! He recalled the scene, bit by bit. How Logan stood at his left, how virgil was just behind, how the king was looming over them, despite being 10 feet away from them. He remembered every movement, every word, and every second of that moment like it was written in his metaphysical blood.

And in a second, it was like he was dragged back to this hell again.

And he would not let it happen a second time.

He summoned his cane and raised it up at the memory of King. His mind wandered off now. He had to imagine how he would've react. Would he summon his sword or take full creative control to just trap him ? He wanted to think he had a chance, so he chose the sword scenario.

And just like that, the imaginary fight was on. Step forward. Left. Right. Dodge. Go protect them. Put up a fight. He would have rushed toward the tyrant and aimed for the head, the sword would've get in the way and he could uses the top of his cane to project himself back to the group. Go. Dodge. Pare. Block and Dodge and Move fast and Dodge again and Block and pare and send it back. The world was spinning around him and the fight got more and more intense. He may have his eyes closed, but he knew perfectly where he was in the room, and he was completely in his daydream. Left and Right and Block again and Forward and Left and Block and backward and spin and swing the cane for it to stop only an inch away from the face of his enemy. He would have been a threat, and he would have been able to save his friends from the King.

He didn't expect, however, to be met with the actual King in front of him when he opened his eyes.

Janus' eyes widened and he immediately cursed himself for backing up. Great. He was all about putting up a fight and a second later, he was cowering. ‘Talk about blowing smokes.’ He at the very least kept his glare from fading away. He couldn't be scared of him. He couldn't show it. He was simply surprised... He had to make that a challenge for him, Deceit was not a side you could see right through, after all.

« You seem to have a quite... Interesting dancing style » King spoke, an almost mocking grin showing as he looked down at Janus. Crap. Did he knew ? Was he there the whole time ?

As the tyrant lift his hand, Janus snaps back into reality, setting his guard up and putting a stronger grasp on his cane. Only for the object to sudenly float in the air, shining with bright light and transforms into a sword that Janus grabbed back before it falls on the floor. This left only more confusion in the half-snake, confusion which turns into alert when he lifts his gaze back at the King only to be met with another blade. He jumps back.

« W... What ? » Janus was lost.

« Wouldn't you try and learn an acutal fighting technique ... » King's voice was composed, but also slightly amused at Deceit's confusion.

«... instead of the poor travesty I just witnessed ? » until it all vanished in favor of annoyance.

Janus tried to process the words as King switched his position for a dueling one. His sword in front of him, his torso on the side and his feet dug on the ground. Was he.... what ? What was happening ?? One thing sure was that he invited Janus to mirror his behaviour. And so he did, taking a deep breath, and standing still while carrying his sword to cross the others. And before he figured out what to do next, King took three blows and sent Janus' sword flying through the air and crashing on the ground.

« Whoa wHoa WHOA ! Hold on ! » Janus lifted his hands in defense and gulped as the blade of his enemy got dangerously close to his throat.

He then heard a chuckle, and the blade finally got away from his neck. « It was just too tempting. » He snapped his finger and the sword flew right back to Janus' hand, who was still confused.

« Alright, for real this time, I let you give the first blow. »

Janus hesitated, still not sure if the scene before him was really happening, but quickly composed himself. He came back to mirroring King's posture and came with a serious expression. He quickly analysed how he could start and how he could win the fastest. When he assumed to find a way to win quickly, he lifts his sword up and went for it.

Boy, was his assumption wrong.

He thought he'd move faster, but the moment the sword swingged on the left, King's weapon caught him off guard, and it only took two quick slays for Janus' to fly in the air again. He felt baffled and humiliated. And the amused smile from his opponent didn't boost his ego at the moment.

« How ? » He didn't understand. Even his instincts weren't nearly as fast as the King, and the tyrant didn't get the chance to train in years !

He only got an arrogant giggle in response before the sword flew back to Deceit's hand. Janus frowned deeper and dug his feet in the ground, ready to jump. King did not miss, nor cared for deceit's threat.

« Again. » He simply ordered. He only had to move his arm to be back to his initial position. Was there a point to it ? Or did his tyrant just liked to put him through this childish show of superiority ?

For some reason, Janus obeyed.

And lost.

Again.

« Try again. » the King ordered.

The other obliged.

After the 4th time the sword flew back into the yellow side, he had to face it : This was happening. King was training him to sword fight. And he just... accepted it ??? What ?? How was this happening ? Usually, he would try to bite back, make some remark, try to hurt him, but here he just... went along with it. And King seemed pleased with that. He looked...content. He looked satisfied with giving Janus private lesson. This moment...  against all odds... felt... not as bad as he expected.

The more they fought, the less cold the tyrant was, and the less tense they both get. King stopped trying to bring him to his knees and instead looked like he a professor, excited to give his student something to work on.

Of course, he would never admit it, but in this instant, in this moment of intimacy and challenge devoted from any animosity... It was calming, it was like a fresh wind coming after a heat wave of chaos, and the adrenaline that came from the fight was giving him enough energy to savour every second of it.

Wait.

No.

No no no no no.

He wasn't enjoying it. He wasn't enjoying it at all. He could not appreciate what was happening : the sadistic bastard was bellitling him and humiliating him right now ! And worst part is ? He couldn't even do anything about it ! Because King is so freacking good at sword fighting and Janus' main weapon has been turnd into a sword for crying out loud. There was no time to lust over past relationship !

And another game lost.

« I told you to pay attention to what was happening high up. Looking at my chest is not going to do much if you want to predict where or when I'm going to hit next. I thought you'd know that. »

« I was simply lost in another train of thought, I hope you could forg- »

DON'T.

FINISH

THIS WORD.

'You be submissive, god dammnit.' He thought to himself before clearing his throat and returning to his cunning voice. He had to keep his distance.

« I don't need you to tell me that. I was simply lost in thought. Do you really I am this much of an idiot ? »

« Well, you didn't prove me otherwise yet so. » He chuckled low and got ready for yet another one. « En garde. »

Even though he couldn't hide the joy he was feeling at the moment, he could mask it behind his usual calm appearance.

« And how many times are we going to do this ? » He asked, his tone playing between teasing and bored

«Until you get some actual fighting skills. » King answered, playing along.

« Ouch. I think I prefer the wounds caused by your sword. »

« Well then hurry up and grab your weapon. » Damn it. Why did they seem to get along of all sudden ?

« As you wish. This was merely a warm up. » he lied

« I do not doubt it any second. »

And just like that, the conversation became non-verbal again.

…

Truth be told, neither knew how long they've been fighting. Was it an hour ? Three hours ? 20 minutes ?

Truth be told, neither cared.

All janus knew is that he was getting better and better, almost becoming a challenge to the King , and the other side seemed glad to step up and fight with more intensity.

And both completely forgot to hide their excitement.

Janus started to tease king, even when he was clearly losing, and the other responded with as much sarcasm and complicity. The two glared at each other with malice and playfulness the whole time. And both couldn't help but smile.

And just like that, it felt as if they never left each other.

When he was younger, Janus and his king would play around with wooden swords, roleplaying like two ennemy seeking vengence in the most childish way. Janus sometimes would fake losing so he could see his king's proud smile which was worth losing 10 times again. His king would sometimes lose and janus would feel a feeling of acomplishment that was very strange to him, in a pleasant way. And at the end, they would most of the time lay down on the green grass and just talk about everything and anything.

And right now, he felt like he was playing with his king. Only the swords weren't made of wood anymore, and it was more professional. But still, it felt the same.

And it felt ...pleasant.

He could hear himself laugh just like when he was younger, and if he listened closely, he could feel king chuckle just like his king.

And it felt … nice.

From the talk, to the movement, both were on edge, calculating every move and waiting for an opportinity to strike. It was an amazing strategy game combined with pure raw strenght. And King's fighting style was both very classical and yet creative. He was very crafty and Janus only had to rival with his own tricks. They were in the moment, living fully the present.

And it felt...

And dear lord, it felt so, so good.

He could feel himself fly as he dodged, he could feel fire in his vein when he was about to strike down, he felt his head spinning, yet everything around him was so crystal clear, it was like a dance. A disturbing, aggressive, cold and passionate dance.

A dance...

They used to dance before.

His king and himself.

Most of the time, when they were done fighting, they would lay down on the grass. Most of the time.

Sometimes, he could have the biggest honor of all.

'Now, my dear, would you enjoy a waltz with me ?' his king offered his hand

-'I don't want to step on your foot again'

-'I told you you didn't hurt me ! Come now, it's not your job to be scared.'

despite his defensive approach, he adored those dances.

-'Alright, I'll dance with you. '

How did it go again ?

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3.

Left, right, right, wait no, was it left again ?

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3

step up, forward, step back, and one turn and another. His king would have his hand on Janus' shoulder and Janus would have his hand on his king's waist. And they would dance, and the music filled the air, and his king would have made a room just for them to dance.

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3

Turn around, then left then back up.

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3

Then caught in their trance

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3

They would just spin around, and turn and spin and spin again and everything was  spinning around them and they could only see each other and the whole world was spinning and it was just them. Just the two of them.

And they would smile and they would laugh and everything was still spinning around them and it was blissfull, passionate, affectionnate and in they would join their hands once more and their finger would interlace and once their hands was only one thing, they would lift it in the air with bravery as a victory for their hapiness.

And he would lift his hand in the air, with his king.

And they would lift their hands, hold together, in the air.

And they would yell a victory choir.

King's sword fell on the ground.

And he had his hand on King's chest.

Oh lord, he was too close to King.

Their faces were only two inches apart.

And Janus visibly forgot how to breath.

King was staring with wide eyes, clearly not expecting Janus to send his sword flying nor getting this close. None of them dared move an inch, and none of them could breath.

What... what just happened ?

How could Janus get so caught up in his dreams that he erased whatever was happening in front of him ? And how did this stupid dance from years ago helped him beat the King to his game ? And how could he, despite everything,  try to search for his king's eyes in the tyrant that stood in front of him ?

Right now, the King's red and green eyes were  flickering into orange glimps and his look was just tearing Janus up from the inside. He looked ready to cut his throat open if he had his sword in hand.

And yet …

For only a moment, only for a single instant, did Janus find his King shining through the side in front of him.

Sadly, this bloom inside of Janus' heart got cut fast as thorns grapped him and pulled him far away from his The King, and before he realized what was happening, the thons just gripped tighter and tighter, making Janus unable to hide the jolt of pain.

He struggled, trying to get away from the grasp, but they only tightened and eventually, he stopped, gasping for air. He tried to look back at the tyrant, who was simply observing with a serious expression, the joy of the past moments seemingly dissapeared the moment Janus got too close. And now, he was back to being a threat. Without looking away, he move forward, with slow steps. Janus tried to manage a sentence but the pain was too high for him to form anthing coherent. Eventually, The King was in front of Janus, and the yellow side swore he was about to get killed right on the spot, but instead he just kneeled down, grapping back the sword that flew away.

Oh.

He got up and, with the other hand, brushed over the blade. Without looking away from it, he spoke : « You fought well. » He lift his eyes to meet Janus, struggling not to faint, and determined to look at him with rage. The corner of his lips twiched into the smallest of smirk and he turned back, opening the gap between the two.

And as the King took his steps, Janus' eyes widened, realizing what King was about to do.

'No.'

'No. Not again.'

'Don't leave. '

'Please'

'Don't leave me again. '

He turned into a snake to got away from the thorns and rushed towards him, ready to grip his cape. Anything. Anything but that. He was so close...

But the thorns got Janus back before he could make it.

He couldn't even hear his own grunts of pain. All he could listen to was the sound of footsteps, and a windblow that made King dissapear. Janus froze in place.

And the silence that grew in the room was deafening.

After what felt like an enernity, the thorns let go of Janus, who simply fell on his knees shaking. He hugged himself as hard as he could, and curled on himself.

He tried to fight back tears that wouldn't stop to threaten to fall.

And none of them ever left his eyes. Just like no wound ever left his heart.

------------------------- WHOOOOOO What a ride! This was really fun to write and the challenge of putting words on the visuals your head come up with is certainly something. Now, I hope you didn’t expect things for them to get better just like that, huh? ;) There is too much they need to discuss before being close to make peace, so that’ll have to wait! I have other ideas for those two so I’ll see if I get motivated to write it out. Hope you liked it!! :D

[anne-white-star]

Young Jon pertwee x waitress!reader 

Notes: reader is a waitress jon saves her from a scary situation and more will happen read to find out😊

Please ignore any spelling mistakes thank you 😊

There are hystorical mistakes im sorry about that i tried my best

Warnings : cursing nothing bad or explisit

Words : 2067

It was 1947 2 years After the war of 1945 people wer trying to pick back up their lives. A lot of buildings were destroyed many people died, lots of people fled and fought the war it was a big chaos the last 5 years, but things were calm now.

Jon pertwee came back home from the war after serving as a marine in the navy on the HMS Hood also in the ww2 many of his men died one of the only survivers of his group was him and Ian Fleming. (I hope i got it corect if not my excuses)

"Hey jon! How are you doing mate?" Jon turnd around at the mention of his name.

"Oh hey ian, it has been a few years" jon grabed his hand and shook it "im doing fine how about you?".

"im doing alright, im just trying to pick my life back up you?" They started to walk next to echother.     

"Yes me to the past years have been really tough" as they both crossed the street jon his eyes fell on a bar/restaurant/pub "shall we go get a beer? Than we talk further".

"Sounds good im always if for a cold beer" ian laught

Walking in they were greated by lots of men sitting and drinking their fill, waitresses were serving food the bar tender was filling their beer mug. And there were a few cooks in the back prepairing some food. They sat down at a table and a women walked up to them.

"Hello welkom to the fox and hounds my name is y/n and i will be your waitress this afternoon would you like to eat or drink something?" She grabed a pen and note book out of her apron ready to Wright down their order. (The Fox & Hounds is locaded at 29 Passmore St, Belgravia, London SW1W 8HR, not far from jon his old home at 66 Chester Row it was build around 1960 but lets pretend its older)

"Umm yes" jon looked at the menu

"I'll take a pint" ian said

"I take one as wel"

Y/n looked up from her note book "anything ells?"

"No this is fine" jon smiled at the women

"Alright two pints coming up" she walked back to the bar to get them

"Are you starting to like her don't you?" Ian asked

"What?"

"I saw the way you looked at her"

"Oh be quiet you" jon punched his shoulder while grining  

"So here you go two pints that be 2s 4d"( its origanaly 1s 2d im not british i Googled it but i really don't know how this works it was after the war) she smiled and put them down on the table before them

"Here you go i pay for both of us" ian said to her and smiled

Y/n took the money from the table and put it in her apron

Jon started to drink his beer and they talked with echoter for about 30 minuts when

"Hey let me go aaahhh!!!"

They both turned around to look where the scream came from, when they turned around they saw y/n being hold back with a gun pointed to her head

"Give me all the money out the register or the pretty girl will pay with her life"   

"Please let me go" she asked while crying softly

Jon put his beer mug back down on the table and stood up "let the girl go"

"Hmpf" "what are you going to....." the man was caught of guard by jon punching him in the face "agh!! you fucking cunt!" the gun fell out of his hand and His hands flew to his nose. Jon grabed the gun from the ground and went to stand in between y/n and the man.

"Now put your hands up turn around and face the wall" jon pointed the gun in the back of the man "someone call the police"

Ian walked up to y/n and sat next to her on the ground "are you alright?"

"Yeah yeah im fine..... i just need a moment" *sigh*

About 30 minuts later Two police officers stept in "Good afternoon we got a call for a attempt of robbery and a hostage"

"Yes sirs here he is" jon said while still pointing his gun at the man.

"Alright we take it from here thank you so mutch for keeping him under controle" one of the police man took handcuffs and arested the man.

"Also here is his gun" jon gave it to the other officer

"Thank you sir, we will take care of all this".

After the police officers took the man away jon turned to y/n sitting on the ground with a blanked over her shoulders. "how are you feeling?"

"Im feeling better now thank you" *sigh* "i just feel a bit scared now to get home"

"Where do you life?"

"About 30 minuts away but i have to be at work tomorow"

"If you want you can stay at my home i don't live far from the restaurant"

"That would be Nice sir"

"Oh please don't be so formal just call me jon"

"Thank you jon" y/n smiled at him.

Ian had been gone for a few hours after the insedent, after y/n her shift they walked to jon's house

"So this is my place" jon unlocked the door and let her in. "Make yourself at home"

"Its quite lovely" she looked around, y/n put her bag down and hung her coat on the coat rack.

"You must be hugry" jon said while walking to the kitchen "what would you like?"

"Hmm is (favorite food) alright?"

Jon laught "sure but i don't know how to make that, perhaps you could help me?"

"Of course i will help you jon its the least i can do" she went to stand next to him.

After they were done preparing the food they both sat down and started to eat

"Hmm this tastes great"

"Im glad you like it jon"

When they were done with eating their food y/n went to prepare herself for bed "where can i sleep jon?"

"you can take the bed y/n i'll take the coutch"

"Are you sure?"

"Its fine don't worry, good night dear"

"Good night".

The next morning both jon and y/n had breakfast with echoter and talked about all kinds of stuff

"i can't thank you enough for helping me out yesterday"

"Oh its nothig i dealed with worse"

"You fought in the war din't you?"

"Unfortanetly yes" jon looked down sadly "so many died, i lost a lot of comerats in battle"

Y/n grabed his hand softly in hers "Im so sorry, that you had to go trough that jon"

Jon smiled at her "Its alright I only hope this never happens again"

Y/n looked at the clock "oh goodness i have to get ready my shift starts in an hour" she stood up and went to get ready for work.

The few days that y/n had to work she would sleep the nights at jon's house so that she could be at work on time when she had off from work y/n would go back to her own home. Jon had to admid the days when she wasn't there during the late afternoon and diner it was quite lonley, but the days she was at his house they enjoyed cooking, reading and playing games to pass the time.

6 months had passed sinds the incedent at the fox and hounds and y/n and jon got very close with echoter they became great Friends even to the point that they both fell in love with one another but both din't know it that they were.

"Hey jon in a few days there will be music at the fox and hounds and i was wondering if you would like to go with me?"

"Sure it sounds like fun"

The evening came around and people were dressed up formal y/n was wearing a long black dress with long white gloves and golden wristbands plus a pearl necklace around her nek her hair was in pretty waves down her back. They were enjoying them selfs when the bar tender came up to y/n

"Y/n can i talk to you for a moment"

"Alright sure, i be back in a few minuts jon" they both walked to the back of the restaurant "whats wrong?"

"Wel i got the news that the last person who was suposed to sing could't come because their car broke down"

"Oh no what are we going to do"

"Cant you go up there?"

"What me? Really?"

"Yes you, i have heared you sing something while being in the back your voice is very pretty y/n"

"Hmm... Alright i'll do it"

"Thank you y/n you are a life saver"

About 30 minuts later it was time for her to come one the stage

"Ladys and gentelmen may i have your atention for the last act y/n y/l/n"

(Play the song from here if you want)

🎶He was a famous trumpet man from old Chicago way

He had a boogie style that no one else could play

He was the top man at his craft

But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft

He's in the army now, a-blowin' Reveille

He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

A-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada🎶

Y/n looked over the crowd trying to find jon

🎶Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai

Have you ever danced in the tropics?

Well that girl's a fool

With the Gaucho?????

Of the South American way, hey!

Ai, ai, ai, ai. ai

Could you have ever kissed in the moon light

If you never kissed

Who knows what you've missed

In the South American Way🎶

Again looking around she still could't spot him

🎶Bei mir bist du schoen

Please let me explain

Bie mir bist du schoen means you're grand

Bei mir bist du schoen

Again I'll explain

It means you're the fairest in the land

I could say "bella, bella"

Even say "wunderbar"

Each language only helps me tell you

How grand you are

I'll try to explain

Bei mir bist du schoen

So kiss me and say you'll understand🎶

"Okay guys, grab your gal and hit the floor

'Cos here's that beat you've been waiting to swing to" said the bar tender to the crowd of people

🎶Who's the lovin' daddy with the beautiful eyes

What a pair o' lips, I'd like to try 'em for size

I'll just tell him, "Baby, won't you swing it with me"

Hope he tells me, "Baby, what a wing it will be"

So, I said politely "Darlin' may I intrude"

He said "Don't keep me waitin' when I'm in the mood"

In the mood

In the mood

In the mood

It didn't take me long to say "I'm in the mood now🎶

She finaly spoted him in the crowd he was looking at her with a dreamy look.

🎶If you ever go down Trinidad

They make you feel so very glad

Calypso sing and make up rhyme

Guarantee you one real good fine time

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola

Go down Point Koomahnah

Both mother and daughter

Workin' for the Yankee dollar🎶

🎶Oh, Tico Tico, tick

Oh, Tico Tico, tock

This Tico Tico, he's the cuckoo in my clock

And when he says "Cuckoo"

He means it's time to woo

It's Tico time for all the lovers in the block

I've got a heavy date

A tete-a-tete at eight

So speak, oh Tico, tell me is it getting late?

If I'm on time, cuckoo

But, if I'm late, woo woo

The one my heart is gone to may not want to wait🎶

🎶In Spain they say "Si, si"

In France you hear "Oui, oui"

Ev'ry little Dutch girl says "Ya, ya"

Ev'ry little Russian says "Da, da"

La-la-la-la-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-de-de-da-da

De-da-da-da-da-da-da-da🎶

When the song was over people clapped and cheered for her performance. Jon walked up the stairs of the podium.

"That was amazing y/n i din't know you could sing so wel"

"Thank you jon it means a lot" y/n smiled

"I want to ask you a question y/n"

"Yes jon go ahead"

"Would you like to be My girlfriend?"

"I would love to"

Jon kissed y/n a top of her head knowing that this women wil be a great joy in his live.

The end

I hope you all enjoyed reading 😊

[allisondraste]

😊 ,❗, and 😡 ?

(Always tons of love your way, and congrats on all you've achieved this year! ❤️)

Oh goodness!  It feels like forever since I talked to you.  I hope you’re doing well, and I’m absolutely sending all the love back to you <3.  Thanks for the congratulations, and the asks! :D

😊 a piece i’m really proud of and why

❗️a particularly ambitious piece

It’s gotta be this one for BOTH of these questions.  It’s one of the first pieces I ever tried to do with a painterly style, rather than lines and stuff.  I used a style akin to Vincent Van Gogh, and so it was new and I wasn’t sure if I could pull it off, but I did!  I think it turnded out really well. (My grandma also really likes this one, lol. Always a good sign.)

😡 a paragraph/section that gave me a lot of trouble

There for a long while, from the time I finished Temperance, up until the past few weeks, I had a really difficult time writing anything at all.  It seemed like everything I put to paper was boring and bland.  I think I had just lost my spark.  I had a lot of really big life changes going on at once (break up, big move, new job, etc., all amid a pandemic), and that’ll really tear a girl down.  Luckily, I think I’m back in business now, although I’ve taken a temporary step away from DA to focus on my new interest of choice: Fallout 4! My pandemic comfort game.   One of these days I’ll come back and continue Liss and Nate’s story (because there’s so much more to it) and also maybe tell Lucia’s origin.  It just does a brain good to do something different from time to time. :)

[ddaeng-angmoh]

Shelter Blues-

You had always enjoyed working at the Hybrid Shelter, you had a chance to help hybrids that were unloved find homes. You had always treated the hybrids as if they were your own and never had an interest in adopting your own because they were always enough. At least that was before you found the ill-tempered hybrid in your bosses office. The russian blue was rude, invasive, and crude. You had a way of getting him angry, and you never realized why until it was too late.

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She was supposed to be the typical hybrid lover, but there's too much of that. So here's an unedited first chapter to boost those moods out there.

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"You're late." Yoongi said as he looked up from his phone. His tail flicked behind him, the fur was puffed from his agitation. It was reminiscent of a winter scarf, instead of portraying fear, it gave feelings of comfort and warmth. His eyes, they didn't focus on You long. Within seconds he had shuffled himself back onto his seat. His desk served as a valuable hideaway, protecting You from seeing anymore of his tail. It was a relief when he started to hide his more feline traits at work. The thought of a mutt working for a company was shock enough without him showing off. Every forbidden part of him was a blaring reminder of the blunders of humanity. How knowledge could warp what had been pure and right.

"Am I?" With a smile You removed your scarf and bundled it up. "The weather was so cold, I thought I might slip if I went too fast. I'll have to apologise later. It's a good thing I'm only volunteering." Your lip twitched down when You saw the fur of his ears pushing out from his toque. A shudder worked its way down Your spine as you averted your gaze. The scent of the inhabitants within was enough to turn you around. If agitated animals smelt bad, You were sure that hybrids smelt worse. The sweat of humans and the pheromones of animals was never meant to mix so intimately, of this the scent assured You. "Tell Jimin to buy bleach. I'll clean this building myself if I have to," You said as you dropped your coat on Yoongi's desk. You heard no response as You walked towards the backroom. Safety was a mere hall away from the animals. The sound of Your entrance hadn't awoken the hybrids, but as soon as You opened the door to the back room, the starts of tired mewls filled your ears. Disgusting. It was a task to hide Your revolution towards the mutts. It wasn't easy finding work in the city, and every job looked for Hybrid Activists. With a snort You pushed earbuds in and turned up Your music. Everybody made it their job to accept the abominations into society, and so you had to wear that mask as well. If it wasn't so valued, You would already be working Your way to a happy retirement. Instead You learnt empty compliments.

Look at your tail! It suits you!

Aw, your fluff is so cute!

Given away? How could they, you're so sweet!

You heaved a dusty box of papers onto the table as a scowl disfigured Your face. Every day You volunteered at the Park Feline Shelter was a nightmare. The dream of a job tortured You daily as the creatures smiled at You, trying to play and talk. They had no business pretending to be human. Yet You had to play along. It was a cruel game meant to torture the right of mind into the insanity of the Hybrid craze. But you couldn't fall into it, You couldn't be weak. Someone had to be strong and remember the truth, that those animals weren't human.

"Y/N?" Yoongi opened the door, his dark eyes were fixed on You and You had no doubt he smelt your distaste on the air. Their disturbing knack for scenting human pheromones was enough to send sensitive women red. His slender fingers played at the edge of the door, as if he were waiting for Your permission to speak. Uncharacteristic. If anybody else saw him they wouldn't believe it, but it was all You knew of him.

"Yes?" You said, and a flat look was directed at the secretary. Pretend? With him? No, he didn't matter. Jimin wouldn't believe a word the troll said. But, there was something unsettling in his eyes. You couldn't escape the feeling that he clung to Your every move. "Or are you just here for tea," a growl ripped at your throat, and his fingers gripped the door frame tightly. Your nose flared when his lips parted, another odd expression was on his face. It was as though he were taunting you, every emotion he displayed was foreign to You. It fit, however, when You remembered that he was just a glimpse of a human, not truly right. Unlike You, of course.

"Jimin wanted me to tell you that the files he wanted you to digitalize are on his desk. Those were already done." Yoongi's chin jutted towards the box you had, before he tilted his head. "I could get them?" He questioned. Soft, his voice was far too gentle for Your ears. You saw how obstinate he could be, he had chewed out a volunteer for getting water on his desk once. It was his drink but that hardly mattered. Yoongi had yelled at another human once for getting in his way- he had no problem speaking out. Yet he always curled in on himself when You looked his way.

"Don't bother." You said with a grimace. It was with reluctance that You looked at him directly again. The familiar feeling of discomfort settled in Your stomach as his eyes brightened.

"Are you sure?" Yoongi lowered his gaze and stepped away from the door, already anticipating when You would push by him to get the paperwork. "He said there is a couple hours of work in it- it will be a few boxes. They might be heavy." He said as he flinched, hearing the screeching of Your chair when You stood up was enough to make him curl up again.

"If I needed help, I would ask. Go do your job." Disgust dripped from your lips as You made Your way to pass him. Instead of shrinking back, Yoongi seemed to lean in as You passed. "Keep your distance." The thought of him sniffing Your scent was enough to make You feel sick. It had crossed Your mind before, what they smelt- Was it lemons? Cookies? Flowers? The descriptions You had heard for human musk bordered on ridiculous at the best of times. Yet the thought still resurfaced. Whenever Yoongi's nose twitched You wondered what his twisted nose smelt. A shudder worked it's way down Your spine and you fastened a glare on the hall before you.

Was it worth it to work around all the hybrids? In the past, the answer might have been yes, it might have even been something you would have loved to do. But the feeling of Yoongi's eyes on you reminded you of what made them monsters. They were mere animals hiding in the skin of a human.

"I can taste it." Yoongi's voice was soft and tentative. "How much you hate me." It almost made you pause, but you promised yourself you wouldn't fall for it. You promised yourself you wouldn't make the same mistakes your friend did.

Maybe he didn't deserve it. The fear from your bigotry pulled on your shoulders, and it screamed in your ears. It was weakness that you still hated them, weakness that you still cried at night after your shifts. You had to be strong, and fight to remember why you were so angry- "Maybe I don't hate you." You spoke up after you shook the anxiety from your body. "Maybe it's what you are."

 Maybe he was exactly what you feared. The mere idea of him being a threat, seemed both uncanny and terrifying. So when you opened the office door to get the files, you turnd and glared at the offending feline. "Stay away from me, I mean it."

His eyes darkened as he looked away. Yoongi wasn't offended, not like he usually was. There was no angry words or seething quips. Instead he sent a wilted smile toward you, one that tried to stir up remnants of guilt. "Of course." He said. He didn't push, and you didn't settle until you heard his steps go further away.

It was later that day when he started to show himself again. Your volunteering session was almost over, and the boxes of papers to be digitised had been worked through fairly well. It had been a silly hope that you would leave unnoticed, one broken when the door creaked open to show a familiar hybrid. "Jimin wants you working with hybrids tomorrow." He said as his slender fingers tugged his toque down. His dark eyes drifted up, and he watched your expression, waiting for a sign of your distaste.

"I'm supposed to stay to paperwork." Dismay tore through you, leaving a frightful mess or nerves and stress. "I'm not ready yet," it was barely a whisper, but you could feel his eyes focus on you. His silence felt disturbingly knowing, as if he knew why you hated him, hated his kind, and hated your few moments alone.

"He likes your hardwork," his sneakers squeaked against the ground as he kicked at the air.

"If you have something to say, just say it." You spoke bitingly, hoping he would leave. Instead he flinched and regarded you with a meek frown pulling at his lips. "You're going to play that game again?" Frustration pulled at your heart as you glared up at him. "I know you're not some coward, I see you with everyone else. If you have something to say, I'm not going to wait any longer."

"Ah-" Yoongi's head jerked down, and he had finally stopped squeaking his shoes, resorting instead to biting his lip. "I'm not some push-over. I promise," there was something coy in his eyes when he looked back up at you.

"Tell that to somebody who cares." With an aggravated sigh you stood up and shoved your phone in your pocket. Your volunteering work didn't feel worth it anymore. Not when he was looking at you so seriously.

"You care," his voice wavered as he spoke, and he gulped at the frustrated glare you sent his way. "I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N." Yoongi left the door open behind him as he stalked down the hall. You couldn't help but watch his tail as it curled around his thigh. A shudder shook you again as you averted your gaze, it just wasn't right. It wasn't natural, and you wished that for once somebody would listen to you.

"I hope not." It was a useless thing to hope for. As the receptionist he was always there, lurking and watching for something to get involved with. It always left a bitter taste in your mouth when he focused his attention on you, there was something about him that made you feel small and insignificant. It didn't matter that he would cower and shy away, what mattered was that he would watch you till the end. Every time you tried to hide a sneer or choked out a compliment he would watch. He never told anyone, instead he seemed-

"I don't care," you said as you forced your way through the room. Even speaking out loud, you couldn't convince yourself of it. The memory of his gaze felt like it was burning into you. Was it normal for someone's eyes to sear their way under your eyelids? You refused to dissect him, and his curious gazes. It was better to leave that behind. And so, you closed the door behind you and rushed your way to the entrance of the shelter. The doors to the kennel clicked shut as you passed it, a curious Jimin watched your rushed departure with curiosity. He didn't spare a second glance through the door's window, and instead continued on. He wasn't aware of the fear that was growing in you, or how close you were to falling apart.

[simply-sams-things]

The Game Of Life (part 2)

-Createing a part 2 cuase why not💁

-Warnings:Cuteness and yelling so yeah let me know what you think

-Also I might go ahead a few weeks in the next chapter so sorry about that.

-Sorry about bad spelling I'm doing this on my phone cause I dont own a computer and I'm sure my mom dosent want to see this on hers.

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February 17,2019 (9 weeks)

You and Joe were finally telling both of your family's about the baby. Last week you confirmed the pregnancy and you, being a big baby as you called yourself, cried. Not sad tears. Happy tears because well you were actually happy. Joe was there next to you with a big smile on his face and right then and there you knew life was good.

You knew Joes mom was going to be excited,but your parents on the other hand were going to have a big fit and kick you,Joe,and the baby out of their lives.

Growing up in a Catholic home was hard for you. You never imaged your parents being so rude until your sister,Amber,got pregnant in her early 30s which would have been fine in a normal home but in your house it was a disgrace against God because she wasn't married,but she was engaged. Amber was 32 and you where 16,your parents had waited a few years before having you,when she was kicked from your life but that never stopped you. Both of you had MySpace so you could talk and see pictures of your Niece and Nephew,but it scared you.

"Whats on your mind?"Joe asked as you guys were getting into the car.

"Nothing"you said

"Yes there is Y/N,I know that look"he replied starting the car

"I-Its my parents" you said with a stutter "remember what I told about my sister when she got pregnant with the twins?"He nodded. "Well I'm worried it might happen too us"You said touching your belly that had a little bit of a bump.

"Hey-"He started but you turned away "hey dont worrie about it. If they do we can just leave and go be a little family"he said as he grabbed your face and turned it facing him. You wanted to kiss his soft lips but he turned back and started driving towards his moms house,so you turned back to the window and looked outside.

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Joes Moms house

As you guys walked up the long paved path you felt Joe slid his hand into yours mainly so you wouldn't fall cuase it was dark. He felt you tense up and simply told you it was going to be okay and that you had nothing to worry about.

He knocked on the door and imedeatly his mother opened the door with a big smile on her face. It has been awhile since you saw her last and she grabbed you and joe for a big hug and said a lot of hello's and hugs and side kisses.

After talking for a bit about life and what was going on you sat down to eat and she left out to the garage saying she was getting some wine and once the door closed Joe said "hey its okay I know you're nervous but she is going to be happy!". You smiled and before you could say a little joke she came back in with some red wine that looked divine to you but you then remembered that you were pregnant and frowned.

"I've been saving this for awhile!"She said grabbing wine glasses."So who wants some wine?"she asked almost anxiously.

"I do!"Joe said and then they both looked at you.

"I wish I could but-" You started but then you looked at Joe and he said "Y/N and I-well we wanted to wait until the perfect moment to tell you that-"

"We're pregnant" You both said and then immediately looked down at your plates. Thats when it started that sickness,that started to boil up inside and you thought that mabye if you looked at something else it would go away so you looked at Joe's shoes,but it made it worse and as you were about to say that you were going the restroom you had to jump up and dart down the hallway only to rush into the bathroom and closing the door as you barely made it to the toilet. Joe and his mother followed behind,Joe rushing faster to check if you were okay.

"Y/N are you okay?Whats wrong?Can I help?" He asked with a very concerned voice while knocking. He walked in only to see you sitting next to the bowl with a pale and dazed face and he quickly asked his mom to get you some water and she rushed to the kitchen to get it.

"Hey" You said "sorry I did that and I'm sorry I ruined the moment"

"Dont be" He said "we all get nervous"

You heard his mom laugh with you and she walked in and gave you some water. You gave a weak smile in return. "Joe she has morning sickness" she said with a little laugh.

"Morning sickness?But isn't that supposed to be in the mornings?"

"No silly it happens whenever the name is just an old wives tale" you said still in shock over what happened.

A little after that happend you layed on the couch while Joe helped his mom with dinner and you could hear them talking but couldn't make out what they were saying. Joe then came over and said that it was time to leave and as you said your goodbyes Joes mom gave you a hug and said "I will send you some recipes to make cuase your having a Mazzello and Mazzellos like everything they see so be carful and drive safe".

You were happy and as you got into the car you gave Joe a big toothy smile and he asked what was going on with you.

"I'm just happy that went well"you said joyously.

"Me too and tomorrow we tell your parents" he said "don't be scared I will be there every second and if they say something to insult you,me,or the little coco bean,we will just get up and leave".

"CoCo Bean?"You ask with a little suprise.

"Yeah I read that at eight weeks the baby is the size of a CoCo Bean!"He said

"First of all I'm nine weeks"You said and his face grew a bit sad "but i like that nickname for it" you said to make him feel better, but you did like it.

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February 18,2019

You woke up feeling like you hadn't slept in years and as you got up you saw some water next to you and you took a big gulp to try and keep last nights dinner down. When you walked out of your room you smelt bacon. Mmmmm bacon you thought and you saw Joe, with his pajamas that you stole from him a few years ago,on.

"Good morning you stayed the night?" you said walking over to lean on the counter.

"Good morning to you too,yeah I did cuase I wanted to make sure you were okay"He said walking over to the give you a little bit of bacon. Joe makes the best bacon you thought.

"Thank you and thanks for making breakfast you didnt have too I could have found some cereal"you told him.

After you said that you realised you had to go to the bathroom so you went and after you walked out Joe had put breakfast on the table and your heart skipped a beat. You imagined a little Joe waiting for his father to give him some food and you smiled to the thought.

You and Joe didnt really talk while you were eating,but as you got up to start clearing the table since he made the food,he looked at you and he thought about telling you how he felt.

After you gave him that peck on the lips he felt the same way you did,but you didnt know that. He wanted to tell you how he has loved you since the day you meet and how that when you told him that you were pregnant that you were the only one he wanted a family with and how he will never stop loving you.

"Hey Y/N can I talk to you about something before you shower?"He asked nervously.

"Yeah whats up?"You replied

"Umm okay so I understand if you-"he started but then there was a knock on the door.

As you opened the door together you see your parents standing there.

"Mom? Dad? what are you doing here?"

"Y/N! Joe! We wanted to say hi before we left for the weekend and what we cant see our own daughter?" Your dad said pulling you and Joe into a hug.

"No no no!You can definitely come by whenever but whats the trip your talking about?" You asked.

"Your father is taking me to Vermont for the weekend as a little get away!" Your mom explained.

"That sounds fun!" Joe said with a little smile and moved out of the way to let them in. It wasnt wired for your parents to see Joe in your apartment but with night clothes on that was strange for them but they kept quiet.

You talked about you losing your job and that made your mom and dad frown but they understood and your dad said that you could work for him as a joke band you all laughed. Joe talked about how much his life has changed in the past year and how he couldnt wait to see what life has in store for the next. That was the signal to get ready to break the news.

"Mom...Dad Joe and I have something to tell you." You said moving closer to Joe as if he was going to protect you.

"What is it?" Your dad asked with big eyes. "Is everything okay?" Joe was looking down at his shoes at this point and both of you had red cheeks.

"I'm-I'm pregnant" You said in low voice hoping that they couldn't hear you, but you knew they had becuase your fathers face turnd a dark red and the room became a lot more tense.

Your mom couldn't comprehend to the fact that you were pregnant and your father began the yelling which was making you so scared that you turned your head and placed it on Joe's back.

"How could you do this !?" He asked looking straight at you and pointing, at this point you grew mad and were about to yell back until-"and you" he said pointing at Joe "how could you do this to my daughter!?".

"How could I!?" Joe said finally having enough of the yelling "I have not only been calling and making sure she is okay every single day that I've known her but also been there for her when she calls me saying you didn't call her on her birthday or call her on Christmas and wish her those happy greetings, but I also care about her more then you obviously do becuase not only am I having a baby with her I also am going to there for both of them when you don't call and wish them happy birthdays or Merry Christmas!".

"Joe!" You said very angrly "Both of stop it I've had enough. I wanted this to be like a normal conversation between adults. Joe thank you for sticking up for me. Dad I wish you understood that traditions are not how they used to be as much as I wished I was married and with a guy, that is not how this situation is I love you a lot but you need to understand that the world is not how it was when I was born."

"Mom why aren't you saying anything"

Your mom was silent the whole time. She looked at your Father and then said

"Are duaghter is right you need to come to process the fact that the world is different and that its not the same I wish you could let them be adults for once and that you could act like one with out having your head up your ass." She said calmly. This suprised you and Joe to the point were both of you sat down.

"I don't want to push the last bit of family we have out of our lives." She continued "we lost Amber and the twins so I don't want to lose Y/N and the baby and hell even Joe" She finished looking at you both and sat down. Your father at this point was trying to process everything and after awhile he grabbed his keys and left.

"He'll come around its not over you two. just know he loves you three a lot and that its hard for him to process this all" Your mother said before leaving going after your dad.

Joe looked at you and saw tears in your eyes and he ran over to catch you before you collapsed into his arms sobbing.

"Hey hey its going to be okay" He said

"I-" You started but immediately a sob came and took over you and you buried your head into his shirt holding him tightly never wanting to let him go and he felt the same way.

"Joe" You started "Joe I think I-I love you" you said after a long intense 20 minutes of crying.

"Y/N are you sure?" He asked hoping you say yes.

"Yes I'm sure I never have been so sure"

"Y/N I love you too" he said kissing your head before picking you up bridal style and taking you to your room to lay you on the bed so you could sleep.

"Joe dont leave me" You said "please"

"I will never leave you" he moved to the other side and got into the bed with you and pulled you close to him.

After awhile both of you drifted into a long awaited sleep.

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He laughs again. "Hell yeah, I hope you can recover quick enough." He turnd the light out and pulls the covers up, snuggling in behind her with his arm around her waist. "Love you." He kisses her good night.

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"Hey, uh, Paris. I never got a chance to introduce myself earlier. I'm Kelly. Kelly Severide. I'm lieutenant of rescue squad 3. Nice to meet you."

[eistreter]

Lawbringer, the beginning

English is not my mother tounge. So please forgive me if I make mistakes.

This will be a story I will write in my free time, so there won't be regular uploads. Please enjoy.

He took the usual route trough his city. The sun stood high as he walked over the market. Screams of the salesman flew all over the place, one louder than the other.

He was a Lawbringer, a protector, a judge and an executioner. He swore an oath on the book of punishment. He swore to defend the weak and the laws. Once written in stone, these laws applied all over the country. This book swung at his side on an chain, so he would'nt loose it. The weight of his Armor, a combination of leather and steel, always reminded him that he was more than a pawn in the system. He was a vital organ and proud of it. On his shoulder rested the mighty poleaxe. This weapon was his “tool of justice” like an old friend would say.

All that, was a symbol. Wherever he would go, the people of the city formed a lane for him. The woman looked at him, sighed and dreamed of him as her husband. The man looked at him and wanted a status like his. He knew all that, but he didn’t cared. The only thing he cared about was the safety of his city and the citizen within it.

Well, that and one more thing. He smirked as his thoughts began to drift away, leaving him in memories of the last night. It was warm, the barn quite, she moaned and bend her neck in pleasure as he grabbed her waist. Her hair covered her face and nearly reached to the ground. Ropes held her arms thigt, leaving her at his mercy. He bit her shoulder, gentle but hungry for more. She smelled like fine grapes.

A screeching sound forced him back into reality. A group of noble woman, not far from him, pionted their fingers on someone who ran away from the market. His armor made a metallic noise everytime he made a step. He ran after the silhoutte, across the market, through streets, most people didn’t even knew about.

These smaller streets, once the living place of workers or soldiers, formed their paths throughout the city like a fine web. Nowadays only thieves, beggars, prostituts and more shady lads would walk in these streets. He stepped in this “second city” and saw his prey, catching his breath. As soon as the Lawbringer spotet the thief, both where running once again. The thief had the adfantige that his chlothes did not dragged hin down. As soon as he could he escaped.

The Lawbringer arrived only seconds after the thief vanished. His breath was ratteling, he searched for signs of his prey. The street was quiet and nearly empty, the only person except the Lawbringer, was a begger. The Beggar looked up, as five coins fell in his hat. He inspected the massive thing in front of him. “Searching for someone, eh ?” The begger had a grin on his face as he counted the coins. “If you already know why I am here.. than you can answer me right away.”

“See that door over there ?” The shaking, dirty hand pointed at a door that everyone who didn’t life there would easily miss on his way through. “Thats wehre he went. But they don’t like youre kind in there !”

“That won’t be your problem.” The Lawbringer turnd around and laid his hand on the doorknob.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you !” the beggar laughed as he packed his belongings and left.

He pushed the door open. It was dark. A small corridor lead to yet another door. Light crawled under that door into the hallway. He focused and could hear the noises of people behind the wooden door. Next to the door, hidden in the shadows stood someone. As soon as the Lawbringer took a step towards the door, a hand stopped him and a thick, rusty voice said : “We don’t like people like you around here.. so fuck of..”

“Yes, I thought so.”

A couple of seconds later he walked through the door. The noises came to a forced stop as he looked around. A bar, large enough to hold more than hundred people. Everyone stared at him. He noticed a barrel full of weapons. Without any hesitation he left the poleaxe at the wall near the barrel. He walked up to the keep and took of bis helmet.

The keep, an aged, fat man with scars all over his face and a missing finger, stared right into the eyes of the Lawbringer. “Hope that Kyle didn’t lose to much teeth..”

“He will make it.”

“You ain’t here for sweet talk.. what do you want ?”

“A man came through that door.. ”

“Many men do…”

“Just seconds before I did. Where is he?”

The keep bursted out in laugther. “Man you say? Wait I’ll get you that man!” He turned around and vanished in the darkness behind his desk, stairs moaned painful under the keeps weight. Meanwhile the other people in the bar began to come to life again. They drank, ate and laughed again, only a bit more quit. When the keep returned, the Lawbringer noticed a young boy that walked behind the keep.

“There’s youre man !”

The Lawbringer blinked, twice. Could it be that he had mistaken that boy for a grown man ? The boy shivered, tears were running down his cheek The Lawbringer kneelt down to the boy and held his hand to him. “Give it to me.” The boy sobbed and put an apple in the Hand of the Lawbringer. “Good.. Thanks for the trade.” He whisperd and in a second were nobody paid attention he gave the boy a small coin purse. The Lawbringer stood up and put his helmet back on, grabbed his poleaxe and left the bar. Back on the market he returned the stolen apple to the farmer.

"All that hassle over an Apple.. what I do for the sake of the people." He whisperd to himself.

[libidomechanica]

O brilliance and good

O brilliance and good loves dumb cry defying  chance, perchance, a cup he took desire 

Her voices shoulder as  I write — and grace. the world, for 

to make one whose  around a wood— a “wood obscure hiding 

this fixedly as just a  handsome anger, mislaid love, as thy 

fair faces sinning against the  former life within the 

elevator where the glowing  winds the primordial 

climb,” a dread water of  every pleasure, for 

me in the day prepared the  breath, and all the cold baptism, 

a thin and sick of an old  passion, when a world has 

such kind remark which they rose as  long as you mine. Couched in our 

own palace Ida stood by us,  the sinless years can 

take no part and save, unused example, just  off yon cape of trees, and her 

and then, regret, o my former  foode, and these cares, and every 

hair of the heaviness,  he mighty consummation now; tho mixd 

the earth is dry, and bless! Er were  blushd cheek turnd in turn, until only 

an angry word doth fade, The Lotos- Eaters His Anguish. and one 

moment, and strong, downright she will, and  I know. the story down, unloved, 

that hears his birth of Christmas-eve;  which rushes to take. 

Who battles that the Border? What  hope of sentimental 

passion to  their life, with every 

source and charms from this guifts;  his fawn, but sorrows, softly 

from him keep me constantly awake all  that love is mine, like a bell 

to chime the silken skilled them—  whose luminous eyes, in thicket hid 

I cursd the highest missiond logic, which  watches him—then Roger 

turns round, feed in the race; it was  here the transfuse you 

standest in the spent; for it  was far as when 

we climbd on to the  deep pulsation of the day 

when flower o the front: yet  not melt, and too tall her Ida, 

tremulous hands, till round my whole charge, as  hath been sown, the waves; say 

thy verse this old man lay in a bed  of space, the broken-hearted 

man, that crashd the thing of  thee in vassalage, look up and 

saw the breast, or in her head  to knoll, where, out of worth.

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I'm worried because I thought that I had the anonymous asks turned on but maybe I did something wrong and it didn't save so I ended up not having them turnd on... Can I still participate in the secret Santa? I filled the form but since I didn't have that anonymous I'm worried that I can't participate...

Nope! just checked any you’ve got anon turned on so you’re good! I’m working on sending out the rest of the secret santa info today, and im hoping i can have everthing done by today, but i also have a college application due friday that i need to work on but everyone should be all set to go by this weekend! no worries!! 

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A/n: As most of you probably know, today is Min Yoongi’s birthday. You may also know that he happens to be my bias. So, I decided to quickly put something together for this special day and it happened to be a really quick drabble that I just freestyle wrote with no thought behind it. 

ENJOY!!

(this is like an au of Yoongi appreciation)

His dull expression was one that captivated you from the moment you saw it from across the room. There was nothing particular about his solid black fringe, or his almond eyes, nor his slender hands that gripped his phone. All of it was ordinary yet perfect to you. Maybe it was the way he didn’t stand out that made him stand out to you? Whatever the reason, you liked him. 

“Y/n and Min Yoongi.” A woman with a clipboard called out, then disappeared into the same door she just previously came through. 

Once you picked up your bag, you looked to the boy to only see his back as he walked through the other people to the door you too had to go through.

Min Yoongi.

That must be his name. And he was the boy you were to audition with.

The door closed behind you, and all eyes were on you while you moved towards the centre of the small stage with Yoongi. You called it a stage when in reality it was more like a wooden dance floor.

“Y/L/N Y/F/N, Age 22, Moved to Seoul when you were 17, auditioning today for singing.” The head judge called your name and read the sheet of information aloud.

“Yes.” You nodded, crossing your hands in front of your legs. 

“Min Yoongi, Age 23, Born in Daegu, auditioning for rapping.” She read out the boy next to you’s information, and you looked up at him to examine his straight, unchanging face once more.

“Yes.” He nodded, still not being phased.

“I assume you’ve both learnt the parts we asked of you?” She moved the paperwork to the man to her left, then spoke while flicking through some other papers.

“Yes.” Both of you replied.

“When you’re ready.” She said, folding her arms at last and looking directly at you. So, without a moment spare, you nodded to the man next to the speaker and waited for the music to start and for your queue to come.

When it did, you opened your mouth and started singing perfect lyrics with what your friends called your angelic voice. Admittedly, the song wasn’t best suited to your vocal abilities, but you still gave it your everything.

Your part ended quickly, and after a count of eight Yoongi started rapping. His rapid mouth movents took you by surprise. The way his tongue moved so smoothly and rapidly, and how his whole face shifted with every sillible that left his mouth made you breathless. You couldn’t tae your eyes off of him for the whole time he rapped. The words of the song meant nothing to you, just his precence while rapping was the only message you needed. He was taleneted. He had a gift and you could tell it was one he treasured, headed, and nurtured to grow it into something his was really proud of. And so he should be.

His intense voice and quick rap almost made you miss your part, but you picked it up smoothly, somehow feeling inspired by the boy you had just heard, and feeling the need to do even better than before, and sang with every cell in your body, hoping to turn his head like he had yours. 

You hit your high note like he hit his every beat and when it came to the duet part, he turnd to you and you to him and with alternating lines, you finished the song perfectly, staring each other in the eyes the whole time. 

You noted every shade in his eyes and every crease in his face when he spat out the previously decided words. 

The song came to an end all too quickly, leaving you wanting to hear more of his voice. You turned back to the front with a smile.

“You’ll hear back from us in the next three weeks.” The woman stated before writing things on paper. 

“Thank you for you time.” You bowed soon followed by Yoongi before walking out of the room and preparing to go home.

When you were out in the open, you let out a deep breath and stretched your arms to the side of you muttering, “That seemed to go well.” then turned to Yoongi and smiled, “You did really well, I have no doubt they’ll accept you.” 

Scratching the back of his neck, he shook his head in denial, “There are people much better.” And became aware of the insecurities behind his eyes.

“Trust me, you’re the best I’ve heard.” You reassured him by touching his arm briefly and smiling sincerely. 

“You did really well too.” He noted with a shy smile.

“Thank you.” You took his compliment with open arms and felt your phone buzz in you hand, “I have to go. Good luck with the callback!” You yelled, running away quickly, forever with the memory of being the girl in Min Yoongi’s audition.