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im-not-batman · 3 months ago

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Okay i am SO excited that people were interested so here it is. I need to preface this with the fact that it won't be totally 1-to-1.

9-1-1/The West Wing Fusion crossover AU thing

SO, i already said Bobby is the President. Not only does it make sense for his relationships with everyone else, but he is also very similar to Bartlett in a lot of ways: the Catholicism, the hidden illness (Jed's MS and Bobby's Alcoholism and PTSD), the strong moral compass and the way they are always everyone's go-to for advice. Also the way they deal with problems and conflict.

Athena is obviously FLOTUS. Unfortunately i suffer with Can't-Stand-Athena Disease, so i'm leaning on my love of Abbey for this one. But they're both very capable, intelligent women who can't be told what to do. Both are completely devoted to their families and are even self-destructive with that love sometimes. (Athena going after Amir (DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT - FUCKING ACAB) and Abby secretly treating Jed's MS and putting her lisence in question).

May and Harry should take on the roles of Zoey and Ellie respectively. May still being the older sibling, i just think they fit the personalities of the siblings better that way. Harry being distant and aloof until they have a breakthrough, May being close to the family and friendly with the other staffers. Also the Charlie/Zoey of it all.

Hen (my beloved) is Chief of Staff. This feels obvious. She's already Bobby's second in command, she's got the instict for it, and the respect of all the others. I also think she would still have a fire fighting background and she got into politics later. I just think that experience would be vital for her as COS, similar to Leo's military service. I also think a professional history like that would also commmand respect from strangers.

For Deputy Chief of Staff I'm (perhaps predictably) going with Eddie. I was toying with the idea of it being Chim but you'll see why i didn't got there when i explain his role. But yeah, Eddie's perfect for this one. Both he and Josh are dramatic about everything, they both have well-meaning hearts that sometimes results in them doing or saying stupid shit, they have deepseated issues that cause them to push people away. Also, need i say it? SHOOTING ARC! This also (again predictably i fear) allows for the EPIC ROMANCE of Josh and Donna to be mapped onto Buddie.

Which brings me of course to Buck. He's gotta be Donna. They've got the shared history of failed relationships with some not great people (but remain hopeless romantics anyway), Buck flitting from job to job and Donna not having much work experience go hand on hand too. Also they're both very capable and intelligent but hide it/don't realise that fully. I like to think that Maddie qas the one to get him his job amd Eddie was just a bit too scared to question her.

Now Maddie. This might be an unpopular decision because on the surface they are nothing alike, but I'm putting Maddie in Toby's spot. Not only does she suit Director of Communications perfectly – Maddie is the fucking QUEEN of coomunication (season 5 notwithstanding lol) but she and Toby share a lot of their values. Sure, Toby's a miserable, pessimistic asshole about it, but they both believe in a very black and white definition right and wrong. They are both loyal to a fault (even Toby's treason was an act of loyalty you can fight me on this but you will LOSE) and do everything they can to protect the people they love. Also i just love them both so much i want to fuse them into one because it makes me feel like a mad scientist in a lab trying to create the perfect character out of goo and slime and glitter.

Anyway! For Maddie's second, I'm really not sure. I was thinking maybe Linda or Josh but neither fit particularly well to me. Idk, let me know what you guys think.

Okay. Chim. Think how perfect he'd be as Press Sec. Please. That man is BORN to be on camera. He's charismatic and friendly and relatable, he comes across as approachable but fr who would cross him if he put his foot down? No one! Also. I IMPLORE you to please imagine him doing the Jackal. It was so hard to figure out who i'd trust to take up the mantel of CJ "baddest bitch around" Cregg because i love her so much but when i started to consider Chimney it felt obvious 😅 i also just think he'd love to have the opportunity to evicerate an asshole on live television, and he DESERVES that opportunity too. And if you were wondering: Yes I DO ship CJ and Toby. Hence Madney being their counterparts.

Now for my boy Charlie!!! It of course HAS to be Ravi!! Those boys are the sweetest loveliest boys on the planet! They pair up so well! I also have a headcanon that, similar to Charlie, Ravi has younger siblings he's always had to take care of because their mum died and their dad worked too much. So. Yeah. Also lowkey May x Ravi nation where are you please accept me into your ranks.

Anyway, i hope this is acceotable to everyone who was interested. I might write something in this AU one day but if you have ever interacted with me before you should know not to hold your breath lmao

Tagging @pangrams-n-palindromes from my other post so they see this, I hope that's okay!

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gigidragonbbxxx · 11 months ago

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lil twist on the "movie star role"/"memoir method" for visualizing a dream life - another suggested method for the manifesting hotties

spoiler: this may help you figure out what techniques are right for you!

disclaimer: remember that these methods and techniques are just tools to get your mind saturated with thinking in your favor, stay grounded in the basics of the law and have fun with the varied tools!

I love the "movie star role" method. For those who don't know, it's a lil visualization technique where manifesting baddies act as if they're preparing to play the role of X. So if you want to be your SP's girlfriend, they "prep" for the role by living in the end state of already being SP's girlfriend. This includes embodying the attitude, saying affirmations like "I love being in a committed relationship" or "SP changed soooo much to gain my trust. We're so happy now!". Some baddies take a step further and apply it to their self-concept (this is genius btw) and begin saying affirmations like "I'm so beautiful and unforgettable, it is really not that surprising he came back begging for me. Giving him a chance was only fair with how much he groveled!"

Now, enter the "memoir method". This is usually a scripting technique but give Gigi a sec to explain! There are many variations of this method but it's essentially writing the reality you want to happen and putting the date in the future aka the deadline you wanna experience this by. Most encourage baddies to write in the past tense like "I'm so grateful I received enough money to cover my vacation, my bonuses keep increasing."

Now enter Gigi's lil twist on these methods - COMBINE THEM INTO WHAT I LIKE TO CALL:

The Interview Method

Imagine being interviewed by other loass baddies asking you "How did you achieve this?"

Visualize your dream self, the ultimate version of you that would warrant this type of attention and the answers that version of you would give.

Imagine an older Beyonce giving the "tell all" interview of a lifetime - THAT LEVEL OF HYPE.

Gigi's example:

I know I look glamorous and ageless. My skin is smooth and clear, my hair is long, inky black, blown out and curled. My body looks like an advertisement for hourglasses. The dress I'm wearing is flattering, accentuating my curves. I'm as sexy as I am elegant. The interviewer looks on with eagerness, practically spilling over with admiration.

"The Law of Assumption girlies wanna know Gigi, how the hell did you get results like this? Hollywood actresses would get insecure being in the same room as you! What are your methods? What's your daily routine?"

Now this is where the spoiler comes in! WHAT COMES TO MIND IMMEDIATELY? WHAT METHODS WOULD YOUR DREAM SELF LIKE?

bc guess what reader? all the answers are within you. your job is to let them out. coax them out with these exercises. feel empowered.

if your first reaction is: Idk Gigi. I don't know what methods work for me.

My answer to that is: then this technique is not for you. This method favors the baddies who are more familiar with the different modalities of manifesting. I encourage you to go and explore different things. Try them out. See which ones you like and then circle back to this and think about which ones resonated with you.

I encourage you to write it out. Script it as you visualize.

My own experience:

From this method I learned that my subconscious viewed my dream self as someone who was very disciplined and consistent. So I started to include these in my daily affirmations (I am disciplined, etc.). I realized that my dream self would let this quality seep into every facet of her life. I'm big into makeup and skincare so I thought, my dream self would probably affirm out loud or in her mind as she looked in the mirror and did her routine.

then the lil interviewer popped up in my head: "What happens on the days you don't feel well enough to do your routine?"

My mind (thinking in its favor) immediately went: that's rare that I don't have the discipline to stick to my routine so if I'm sick or in an emergency, I would just do a basic routine and play an affirmation tape.

I came to the conclusion that Dream Self would

be reliable

come across as intelligent - immediately

pride herself on good self-care

have a healthy relationship with SP

have friends who knew the law and would be encouraging

be calm and have a calm energy bc she knows everything is in her favor

be seen as a caring, beautiful, deep soul with much to give

never be taken for granted

always be spoiled by life - wealthy in finance and health

I also reversed this method: what would my Dream Self NOT do?

Dream Self wouldn't

talk badly about herself

put others down

get bothered by the 3D

surround herself with people who have limiting thoughts

be lazy

think that the worst would happen to her

This is the type of inner convo I want more loass baddies to have with themselves because it's important to be clear WITHIN yourself what you WANT.

and remember to have fun. Include questions about the silliest things like your favorite lipstick or fav playlist or opinions about dumb tv shows. One of my favorite visualizations is me telling the interviewer that I watched all of Sex and the City and that I vowed to never be a Carrie LOL.

okay, happy manifesting loass baddies!!

xx, gigi

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chuckeroo777 · 6 months ago

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Dungeon Meshi Volume 6 Part 1

Welcome back to my liveblog! As a reminder, this is a re-read, so expect plenty of spoilers!

Don't intentionally spoil people or get thwacked in the face.

Huh. So they have been here for about a week. Makes Rin's exasperation even more understandable.

Wow, rude. I feel like if you actually knew her, that's kinda the last thing she would do. She hates eating weird stuff.

Batting 0 for 3 Maizuru. Honestly, I originally thought she was kind of a jerk, but between this and "Ninja Art: Babysitter", I think her observational skills are just really bad.

See? She doesn't have a clue why this is an atrocious idea.

I mean, it was an elf who was around during Delgal's day, and was using exceptionally potent ancient magic. Who the heck else would it be? Plus the orcs confirmed his identity. And of course Laios thinks Thistle is mad about the food.

Asebi is not amused.

Hmm... another depiction of the winged lion with horns. Also, there was no need to bring up the black magic. Marcille used a regular resurrection spell, just using ancient magic to boost the power level. If the dragon hadn't been soul-bound by Thistle, it would have gone without a hitch. People like to joke Marcille did nothing wrong, but in this one case, I think she was totally in the right. There is plenty of time for her to commit war crimes later.

Chilchuck: Gasp! You were drugging him!

Kabru is here for ALL the hot goss. From a distance.

I love how the canon explanation for why Faligon has feathers is that Dragons = Dinosaurs. It's like an atavism or something. Idk, it looks cool. Stop asking questions.

God. Marcille may be my favorite, but I relate so much to Laios. This chapter and the next are painful. (And I'm not talking about the part where everyone dies)

If only Chilchuck won the coin toss, we could've avoided this drama. (At least until Shuro saw Falin)

Now that's a trustworthy face if I ever saw one.

Well well well. If it isn't the consequences of my actions.

I know I just got done explaining that her actions were fine. Just let me be funny.

Eh, it's worth a try. It works in at least one alternate universe.

She's beauty, she's grace. She's gonna eat your face.

What's all the more heartbreaking is you get little moments where Falin shines through. She wants to pet the doggie! But then the dragon reasserts itself.

Even freakier, I think this is actually Falin too. You can see her pupils oscillate throughout this scene between normal, and elongated.

Like, I don't think it did that on purpose, but the dragon is more than happy to exploit the opening it creates.

Holm? Holm, are those golem cores? Have you been holding out on us?

Man, no wonder she freaks out. Imagine you've been a dragon for who knows how long, covered in scales of iron, and suddenly this dude manages to stab you five times like it's nothing. Heck, Laios just stabbed her in the foot with a normal sword. This dragon must be fearing for it's life like crazy.

Obligatory Whoa Hey!

An important image.

No you dummy. This is standard dungeon procedure. There's a reason healers like Holm and Falin wear those silly robes. So that they get priority resurrections.

Hold up a sec. My drama senses are tingling.

I am genuinely curious what this insult was in the original Japenese, if only because I can't see that coming from either of them.

You know, when I first read Dungeon Meshi, I kinda glossed over the secondary cast a lot. Hard not to when you have my attention span, and like two dozen characters. I didn't even notice the Asebi stuff.

I know people dunk on Toshiro a lot, but I really have to question his relationship with his retainers if a simple thank you and sorry elicits this sort of reaction. Honestly, I mostly get the impression that his dad isn't great, and Maizuru is too loyal to do anything about it.

I also have to wonder why he left Asebi behind. Did he just not want to bother? Or is he rethinking his whole relationship with his retainers, and is offhandedly giving her her freedom?

Like brother like sister.

Image limit reached! I'll be back in a bit. Need to get some meshi!

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi liveblog #manga spoilers #anime spoilers #Chapter 36 #Chapter 37 #Chapter 38

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stars-n-spice · 8 months ago

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Silly Squad 2nd Gen WIPS!

started on a little something something because I can't afford therapy to fix what s3 caused so-

Silly Squad families 10 years or so into the future :)

Find out more about the 'Silly Squad' here!

Star Wars said, "oh no sorry, the interracial poc couple can't be together" so I said fuck that!!! and made all of them poc/inter-species couples with mixed kids!! no i'm not biased at all.

Also, let's pretend that the clone aging thing isn't a,,, isn't a thing because 1) too much math and 2) too much angst potential.

Though it is funny to think about the clones with their fast aging and then their partners are all notoriously slow aging people ("black don't crack" and "asian don't raisin" sort of deal). You got this super old dude and then you look at their partner and they don't look a day over like 30.

No, I didn't cry while drawing this what the fuck are you talking about? Aha,, aha...ha...

Additional info about the families under the cut!

Starburst Family!

ok so since I've had Khea the longest, her family is the most thought out at this point

In order, from top, left to right: Itri (14/15), Marama 'Mara', Maia 'Mai' (both 10, 23 min apart), and Elio Nultez (7)

I made a post about them earlier so for more detailed info on their kids you can find it here!

Khea found Itri when she was about 4/5 years old and decided to take her in as a Foundling (she's also trans)

When Khea brought Itri back and showed her to Wrecker he was in complete shock (he thought she was Khea's biological daughter) but immediately took to the role as being a dad

Twins were an accident (oops) and an absolute handful but Khea and Wrecker wouldn't have it any other way

I saw a lot of people say that Wrecker would have a lot of kids and I agree, he's be a great dad (and he is!)

But pair that up with a Mandalorian wife? I'm sure both of them would adopt any and all kids that come their way

Not pictured is the twenty-something pets that their kids have adopted over the years - they could have a farm at this point

Sharpshooters Family!

I don't know where the idea came from but one day it randomly hit me how I wanted their family to be - but essentially after finishing s3 I knew Cross was just a girl dad through and through so I gave him a daughter

That's Akona and she's half Nautolan and half Pantoran! Oh and a HUGE menace!

Akon is eight and Cross found her when she was six

Since Pantorans have the yellow tattoos to mark their clans, Akona and Tay both got tattoos to represent Crosshair's, well, Crosshair tattoo since they're their own little clan

Tay also capped off his lethorns to prevent Akon from hurting herself and getting poked because she loves to climb all over him

Idk how they came across her but I'm thinking Cross decided to go out on a mission with Echo just this once and found her (and Tay was probably sick at home or something, idk)

Tay was super unsure about it (he's terrible with kids) but Crosshair assured him that things would be fine

And things are fine and better than ever :)

Scompscope Family!

I don't have names for these kiddos yet but I know I want them to be in tribute to Fives and Hevy!

So like,, I know technically Echo probably can't have kids and originally I was going to have them just adopt some clone cadets or something but uh,, me being biased I wanted biracial kids so-

BOOM! He can have kids in this AU.

They probably took some time to decide on the decision to have kids though since Echo and Viram are both dedicated to the cause of helping clones but eventually they do decide to settle down

Like all the Sec Gen kids, these two are absolute trouble makers and never back down from a challenge

They're a little less than a year apart, but they're 8 and 7!

TechPhee Family!

wow, I can't believe that this is actually canon guys!!! :D Isn't that amazing????

Anyways, Techphee kids don't have names yet but I am open to suggestions!!

Also,, these kids are an absolute THREAT. They're smart as hell, they're witty, they can fly a plane like it's nobody's fucking business, they're skilled with pistols and a vibroblade, there is NOTHING these kids can't do.

Except have 20/20 vision. Whomp whomp.

Hey, nobody is perfect.

Daughter is far-sighted and son is near-sighted!

Daughter is 11 and son is 8!

Guardians Family!

not pictured is the ten to twenty other kids that Hunter and Jung have adopted over the years

the super lovely and wonderful @taraneen and I were talking about this timeskip and she mentioned that she thinks that Hunter would eventually go back and adopt some kids after Omega leaves and I couldn't agree more

Him and Jung probably run some kind of orphanage or something where they talk in kids and if they so happen to be Force-sensitive, Jung helps them out with it

Look at these three, they're like,,, having a "who can grow out their hair the longest?" competition (Jung is winning)

Of course Omega loves all her new cousins and siblings as well :)

Omega is around 24 years old here so she's also like a big sister to all of them and they all look up to her and admire her deeply

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sephirothsplaything · 11 months ago

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DNA| Sec.80 high power -chapter 5

A/N is it wrong to say that i think this may be the best chapter yet? idk

word count: 2840

Rhaella's nightdress was blackened by ash.

Indents were imprinted onto her knees from the sand she lay in. The air was chilly but Rhaella found that she was not shivering. The sky was almost unnaturally dark, moving in waves above her.

Standing up, her legs shook slightly. She was alone. Rhaella wandered, eventually ending back in the same spot she started.

“Is anyone there?” Rhaella called out to the void. There came no answer. The silence was suffocating her being.

Then, there was a deep rumble followed by a groan. Rhaella's head snapped in the direction of the sound, eyes widened in fear.

A fury of fire danced towards her rapidly, scorching the sand in its path. She tried to run away as fast as her legs would allow. But the swelter of the heat was much faster. Rhaella cried out as the flames lit up her body.

Her attempts at screaming were futile, the fire reaching up to her midriff. Unable to move, Rhaella dropped into the sand again.

Perhaps this was hell, one she was well deserving of. She thought of all the times she had mocked Rhaena for her prayers. Maybe this is where she belonged, to be swarmed by the very flames she's lusted after all this time.

Rhaella closed her eyes to accept her seemingly sealed fate. A whisper lingered in her ears.

“Dragons and death are one in the same, A dragon walks closely with death, death shall be its crown.”

The words previously uttered by Heleana rang all around her. Rhaella considered it was all feasible that she had upset a higher power.

“ I thought you would put up more of a fight.” A deep voice spoke. The orange flames that licked up her body transformed into a mesmerizing shade of green. It no longer pained her.

Rhaella looked up to the sound of the voice. An imposing figure loomed over her. It wore a long cloaked robe. Rhaella could've sworn she was looking the figure in the face, But there was no face to be seen.

“ No need to fight, I can recognize a dream,” Rhaella said. A false bravado laced her voice as she spoke. As if she wasn't screaming only moments ago.

If the figure had noticed her front, it did not comment. It raised a hand, scaly and black it was, undoubtedly inhumane. The flames that danced on her body disappeared instantly.

Rhaella attempted to stand up, but her knees buckled once again. She felt no fear of the figure. It sounded vaguely male, too androgynes to tell.

“Dreams are what made your family lineage kings.” The voice said. Its voice was all-consuming, luring her into a state of calm. She had no will to protest or deny.

No. Rhaella could not help it, as every word that tumbled out of her mouth was nothing but the pure truth.

“ I have no real dream, nor do I have any desire to be a king,” Rhaella admitted. The image of self-importance that she worked so hard to build for herself was falling apart in favor of this enthralling voice.

The figure crouched to her level, black-like ink lagged behind it. A cold hand reached for her face and Rhaella was slow to pull away. With a finger, it caught a warm, stray tear that fell from her eye.

Followed by another drop. And then another. Rhaella rubbed her eyes in surprise. She was crying. How long had it been since she'd done such a thing?

The figure gave a low hum. Maybe out of pity or simply to mock her. Rhaella was unsure.

“ You are empty, strange one...and I shall fill you.”

Rhaella didn't question how it knew the nickname she loathed. This was her dream after all. Wasn't it?

Against her better judgment, she gathered up the strength to ask a question.

“Please, who are you?” And no response came to satisfy.

“My lady?” A female voice cut through the fog.

“Lady Rhaella?” It said again. “ Please wake.”

Rhaella felt her body being softly shaken. Both of her violet eyes shot open, darting around the room.

There was no sand. No green fire. The figure had long vanished from her mind.

She was met with the face of Talya, the queen's handmaid. Rhaella sighed, slowly sitting up in her bed. It must've been early in the morning. Too early for anyone else to be awake.

Baela and Rhaena were in their respective beds, soft snores could be heard.

“What is the matter?” Rhaella asked.

“The queen wishes to see you at once,” Talya said, swiftly removing the sheets from her body. Rhaella's body shivered at the action.

“I'll wait outside for you.” Talya closed the door to the room.

Mind still hazy, Rhaella rose from bed. She sorted through her traveling trunk for something suitable. She settled on a dark blue dress with silver embellishments, sleeves puffed on each shoulder.

Rhaella took a moment to look down at her body. No burn marks or bruises could be seen on her brown skin, save for the bruise on her collarbone courtesy of Aemond.

“Fuck.” Rhaella muttered. She had misplaced her sense in that library, and she was paying for it. Tightening her corset, she made her way to a small mirror.

Rhaella undid the hair wrap keeping her hair. The silvery-white curls toppled to her back. She was not one for wearing her hair down, but she lacked the skill of braiding. Fiddling with the ringlets for a few minutes, she decided that it looked halfway decent.

Walking out into the hall, she found Talya waiting for her. Rhaella followed after her, trying to keep up with the handmaids' prompt movements.

The door was opened for her by a guard. There sat the queen at a table, breakfast laid out in front of her.

A little to the left of the queen Alicent, stood her sworn protector, Criston Cole. He bowed slightly to greet her. Rhaella did not offer him such acknowledgment back. Something about him irritated her immensely.

“Good morrow, your grace.” Rhaella offered up a shallow curtsey. Queen Alicent smiled warmly at her.

“Good morrow Rhaella, please, join me.” Queen Alicent said. Rhaella shuffled to the opposite chair, sitting. She glanced at a plate of deliciously stacked loaves of bread. Her stomach rumbled shamelessly.

“Go on love.” Alicent affirmed. Despite her hunger, Rhaella managed to remember her manners. She took a single slice for herself onto a plate.

Queen Alicent's hands were folded under her chin. Rhaella spread jam onto her bread simply. She was no fool. The queen did not summon her to breakfast.

Clearly, there was something she wanted.

“ It has been long since I've laid eyes on you, ten years or so?” The Queen commented casually.

Fine. If the queen wished to take her time, she would as well. Rhaella took a rather unladylike bite of her bread, taking time to thoroughly chew and swallow.

Rhaella glanced up at the queen, settling into a complete calm.

“ Not since Helaena's labors.” Rhaella finally responded.

The queen hummed thoughtfully. “ I'm sure you've been told before but you look just like your mother.”

Rhaella wanted to cringe. It was Baela that typically reminded people of their late mother. Yet, she swallowed her snark.

“ That's very kind , thank you,” Rhaella said.

Rhaella watched as Alicent meticulously sliced through a cut of meat as if it was suddenly much more important.

“You should know, I appreciate your kindness towards my children and your respect for me,” Alicent said.

It was hard to see where the queen was going with this statement. Rhaella settled on silence, lest her words be misconstrued.

“ I understand that you and Aemond were...particularly close back then,” Alicent said tentatively.

Rhaella's hands found their way to her lap. She knew full well what the queen was implying.

After all, it wasn't as if she was hiding the bruise. It was displayed for all to see.

Rhaella Targaryen, a virtuous girl she was.

“Well, we had much in common at that time, your grace, I imagine much has changed,” Rhaella said.

From that very moment, Rhaella decided that whatever the queen was fishing for, she wouldn't give.

“Yes I remember it quite well, he seemed to be taken with you.” Alicent said. Something was compromising in her voice.

Rhaella racked her brain for what to say.

“ As I recall, Aegon, Jace and Luke would jeer at him often, I suppose he had no choice but to follow me around,” Rhaella said.

The Queen Alicent's eyes flashed with hostility, but only for a moment.

Rhaella had made her opening. Now the Queen won't think her an idiot.

“Aemond has taken the dragon he's longed for, he works tirelessly, and yet..”

'The way it's been, and the way it always will be'

“ I know of you and Aemond's.. endeavor last night,” Alicent said, finally getting to the point.

The breakfast, the early morning. It had been designed to strike nervousness in Rhaella. Perhaps for her to admit to things that weren't true.

Unbeknownst to the queen, the prospect of this very situation caused Rhaella's typical boredom to be replaced by a buzzing excitement.

The Queen Alicent wanted to entrap her. Hold something over her head. That mouse of a handmaid that she keeps so close probably reported her state afterward.

Who knew a kiss could be so incredibly inconvenient?

Rhaella matched her body to the queen, body leaned forward, fingers interlocked with one another.

“ Have I done something wrong, your grace? Rhaella asked innocently. She could admit that her actions after the dinner were a little reckless, considering the circumstances, but surely she couldn't be punished for a harmless kiss?

“I venture that you were quite disheartened by your father's rejection of the marriage proposal,” Alicent said.

Rhaella's lips quirked up slightly. She wanted to laugh right in the face of the queen consort.

She wasn't so clear with herself regarding what she felt towards Aemond but one thing rang boldly in her mind.

There was no way in the seven hells she could ever marry a man like him.

“Is that why you've summoned me here?” Rhaella didn't bother to hide the contempt in her voice. Alicent had revealed her true nature and now so had she.

“ I'm not sure what you mean.” Alicent's eyes shifted to Criston Cole. He returned the stare.

“ You think me so naive that i'd lay on my back for you?” Rhaella spit out.

“ Watch your tone with her grace.” Criston Cole said sternly. Rhaella made a show of rolling her eyes. She knew as long as her father remained in the Red Keep, the queen's dog wouldn't dare to touch her.

“ As a woman, I'm concerned about what people in the realm will whisper about your maidenhood,” Alicent said earnestly. Her eyes flickered to the bruise that rested on Rhaella's collarbone.

If there was any respect Rhaella held for the queen, it had been torn into two.

“ You should place more concern onto what your eldest does in his free time, your grace,” Rhaella says. Standing up from her seat, she looked toward the queen pointedly.

“If you wish to know what really happened, perhaps. you should question your own son, instead of chasing falsehoods.

Rhaella turned to leave, but Criston Cole blocked her way. Rhaella was not foolish enough to shove past him. She opted to stare him down. There were no option to shrink away now.

“ She may go, Cole,” Alicent said, voice wavering. Reluctantly, Criston moved to the side to allow her passage.

Walking down the hallway once more, Rhaella sported a prideful smirk. Turning a corner, she was met with Otto Hightower and Aemond.

Unfortunately for her, the two were blocking her path.

“Lady Rhaella, where are you coming from?” Otto asked.

Rhaella was sure he already knew the answer. He probably knew what the queen had discussed with her.

“ The queen wished to speak to me, my lord,” Rhaella answered, trying to keep the venom out of her tone.

Aemond's body stiffened ever so slightly, still noticeable to Rhaella.

It was apparent that he had not been involved in whatever scheme was at play here.

That made Rhaella relax a little. Just a little.

“ I trust the conversation was pleasant?” Otto said. Rhaella's lips formed into a lofty grin. This old cunt would not spoil her fun.

“It was most entertaining ser,” Rhaella said. She noticed Otto's expression falter a little.

With a bow of his head, Otto walked off, leaving Rhaella to face the very object of her confusion.

“ What did my mother speak to you about?” Aemond asked.

“What do you think?” Rhaella said. Surely he couldn't have been this slow.

Aemond glanced at the bruise, eyes lighting up in amusement.

“ Have I gotten you into trouble?” Aemond's soft voice teased.

Rhaella rolled her eyes despite the fluttering she felt in her stomach.

“ I'm leaving today, I must get packed,” Rhaella said. Her attempts to walk away were halted by Aemond grabbing her arm and pulling her back.

“And you plan to just ignore the situation I take it?” Aemond questioned.

Rhaella sighed. There was too much consuming her mind at the moment to deal with this all. The dream on one hand and the queen on the other.

“I was wine-drunk, that's all there is to it,” Rhaella stated. A lie , she was not one to get drunk so easily.

Aemond hummed. Still gripping her arm which Rhaella allowed. The warmth of his hand caused her brain to fog.

“ I think I'd like to see you again,” Aemond said. His head tilted down to her slightly.

“Perhaps a time when you aren't...drunk,” Aemond said patronizingly

“When Princess Rhaenyra takes the throne, I'd expect you'd be seeing me often,” Rhaella said.

Aemond's hand slid up her arm, fingers tracing the bruise he'd left.

“Perhaps I'd want to see you before such a time,” Aemond said.

Rhaella allowed a soft smile to break through. One that she'd often give to him back when they were children. She took a step back from him. If Aemond thought a kiss was all it would take to entice her then he was sorely mistaken.

“Start by writing to me, you have much time to make up for,” Rhaella said.

“Goodbye cousin.” Rhaella dismissed herself from Aemond's presence.

Annoyingly, the warmth did not fade from her. It followed her back to the doors of her room.

As Rhaella docked the ship, she noticed Baela leaning over the railing, staring into the sea. Walking over to her sister, she too stared into the water.

As much as their mother was of fire, she adored the sea like no other.

Rhaella hated the water. It had taken her mother's coffin far away from her.

“ I apologize for the way I spoke to you.” Rhaella said. She was met with silence.

Baela was so stubborn.

“ I needlessly lied.” Rhaella added. Finally, Baela turned to her.

“ You were talking in your sleep,” Baela said.

Rhaella looked away from her sister. Her mind was met with images of the green fire, the feeling of a cold hand gathering her tears.

It made her shudder.

“ Just a nightmare,” Rhaella said. Baela's eyes softened, she too felt regretful over lashing out towards her sister.

“ You should know, I didn't mean any of what I said.” Baela said. Rhaella knew full well Baela had spoken out of anger, but she still felt there might have been a shred of honesty.

“ He spoke to me again this morning,” Rhaella admitted. Her nails scratched over the wood of the railing. She was about to burst from the emotions that swallowed her.

Baela glanced at her, curiosity peaked. “ Whatever about?”

Rhaella paused. Aemond had wanted to see her again. That was the truth. What scared her more was the fact she was finding that she too wished to see him.

Rhaella wanted him in her view at all times. She wanted them to speak at length about Old Valyria as they did when they were children. The desire to watch his reasoning fall apart whenever she spoke was overwhelming.

Control is nice, but now she required much more. Rhaella's eyebrows scrunched at the thought.

What was the more that she required?

“I told him to write to me,” Rhaella admitted. If she divulged the entirety of it, she'd be forcing herself to admit what she now knew to be true.

Baela brushed a lock of hair out of Rhaella's face. She wore an expression of sympathy that made Rhaella feel as though she missed some point.

“ Just..be careful with him alright?' Baela said. Rhaella watched as Jace and Luke spoke, rather expressively to one another. No doubt discussing last night's events at dinner.

“It is he who should be careful with me,” Rhaella said. There was no real conviction in the statement. In truth, she was terrified.

The feelings she had repressed for so long had begun to turn its ugly head.

#black oc #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #baela targaryen #aemond x reader #black reader #rhaenyra targaryen #oc character #rhaena of pentos #aemond targaryen #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #hotd #viserys i targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower

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kouign-amann-cookie-star · 2 years ago

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I finally did something I'm proud of

I made x reader fanfic with C.C because why not

And I will make some ball scene with him and meri eventually ok enjoy!

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You and clotted cream have been best friends since you were little but then he was taken by house crustard but you still managed to hang out with him even though your status was higher than his you still managed to hang out sometimes he even calls you to see if you are able to sneak him out when things get bad with his father and more trauma and Daddy issues he has and tonight is just one of those nights 🌙 )

Your pov (You were laying in bed when you got a call let me tell you it's 3 am)Ugh who's even calling me its 3 am who is even up this late except for me?

You look at your phone expecting to see a scam call or even one of your cousins calling you but no...it's your childhood best friend? Why is he calling me this late doesn't he have work in the morning?

You answered the call and hear him kind of.....crying?

Hey...you ok dude?

Um remember that time when you snuck me out?

Yeah?

Well... can you do it again?

...yeah but...why?

Well... I Rader not explain right now...

Is it your father again

...maybe?

*sigh* Does financier know?

I'm literally hiding here in her room of course she knows

Oh well... fine pack your stuff I'll go there in a sec I'll just call her for a min

Ok...

Bye

After you hung up on the convo to call financier cookie she is the person that manages to make up excuses of when you sneak C.C. out like every time she has you guy's back if it wasn't for her clotted's room and balcony would have high security. Like seriously this has happened way too many times.

Hey financier

So mind explaining what happened?

Well..

Oh god it was that bad?

Yep it basically ended up with clotted getting a black eye and me getting a pretty bad purple bruise

Oh Damm

Yep he's hiding in my room now

You better come here quickly idk who much longer I can keep him in my room without the guards noticing

Ok ill be there in a few mins

(After a few minutes you arrived at clotted's house and see him on his balcony)

Hey clotted!

Shut up they might hear you!

Okay how are we gonna get you down?

I guess I could just jump and you can catch me?

Boy that's extremely dangerous

Please

You can climb Down those rosebuds vines?

Do you want me to die?

So can you do it!

No I don't want to hurt you

No it's fine I do it to my nephew all the time

Is that why he is in the hospital wing

Is that an issue?

Soo?

I mean...

Please get me out of here

Fine jump I'll try to catch you

Thank you

After that

Here let's walk to my house ok?

Ok....

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Hey! Authors note here I may be slow on updating this because I randomly get writers block but this book will have 20 chapters in total

I hope you enjoy

Love ya luns♡

#cookie run kingdom #cookie odyssey #clotted cream cookie #cookie run fanart #x reader #crk x reader

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toffeesbabbles · 6 months ago

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bro im so sorry i completely forgot about this post @yaaboi-jay . Similarities honestly is a better word, since parallels may imply something more story related. This is more behavior related.

Just on the surface level they are commonly seen as severing a similar "trope" or "role" in their respected groups (obviously the star sanses isn't canon to ink but just hear me out for a sec). It's common for interpretations of them to be the "chaotic" in of the group. Pulling people in to mess 😭 I think also because of that, people may think of them as stupid. But neither of them are, just silly 😜 (that emoji has me crying why does it look like that).

They both have funky soul business. Particularly funky soul business that effect their emotions. Obviously ink with his vials and killer with determination changing his soul and his stages.

More in theory territory but I think I think ink may behave in a certain way to what he thinks creators want. So ig what im saying is they're both changing and adapting their behavior according to an outside "higher" source. That and ink in general may pretend or exaggerate his own emotions to appease others around him. Ink isn't like completely faking his emotions or anything. but has been cited as "part of its pretend."

They form bonds with people differently. Their bonds with others may not make much sense to them even if they like the other person. Just for some examples: Color and Killer and Ink and his dads. They way they "care" for people is unique ig? I think the way they process this confusion is different but still.

They both like teasing others. Most sanes do some sort of mischief to be fair, but ink has this? trickster air to him and idk it kinda also gives killer vibes ngl. To VERY VERY different levels obviously but I thought it should be acknowledged regardless.

Oh and both have meta knowledge canonically. Killer knows of aus and the player. So does Ink, obviously, i mean thats like his whole shtick.

I think they both have curiosity for new things. For different reasons though.

oh and less important, but ink throws up black ink and killer has black goop nasty tears. But it can also come out his mouth I think? (honestly alot of sanses have gross black goop why are y'all so yucky? freaks /affectionate)

Nah but the parallels between ink and killer??? HELLOOOO- guys GUYS THE PARALLELS!!

Sorry i make everything out ink i swearr im normal about him I am I am... (I do this everytime I read a new sanses storyline i apologize)

#idk if this counts as character analysis so I'm not tagging it LOL #toffeesbabbles #toffeesbrews #sorta #ink sans #killer sans #im just yapping

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thatcoolkidtm · 2 years ago

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i’m gonna rant for a sec, may delete this later idk.

tumblr is a cesspool of liberals and it’s kinda annoying. from thinking you can vote fascism out to fear mongering China (prolly cause ur racist towards them), libs on here are insufferable. y’all hate on tiktok but have only seen dances on there, but there’s real political things happening on that app. not here tho!! tiktok has taught me more abt black panthers, mutual aid, direct action, etc., that i can’t find here. y’all shit on it so much but there’s truly good people on there, putting in real fuckin work. and i don’t hate tumblr, i do wanna use it, but libs on here rlly suck. “i’m scared of china having my data!” okay but what abt the US? literally look at the leaked documents for the russia/ukraine war. they weren’t found until it hit a LEFTIST discord server. it was in a minecraft server but the fbi didn’t care until leftists had it. almost like they spy on us, and it’s mostly the left. when there’s a mass shooting here; the fbi usually knows who did it, they just don’t do anything until it’s too late. and going back to the russia/ukraine war, you literally cannot criticize it w/o 1 million libs being like “russian psyop!!!1!1!1” like no brother, im just against imperialism and believe there should be peace deals being made. oh and china did try to help broker peace, they were shut down (wonder why). the US tho? let’s send billions of dollars to fund a war that’s seeing no end. like fuck kids, poverty, infrastructure, literally anything that would help the average american, no fuck that. we need to a fund a war babey!!!! but yeah just a few things that have annoyed me recently. idk why this site hosts so many libs (i assume it’s bc a majority of you are in your 30s and never cared to advance your understanding of politics), but i’m sick of it. this is for my leftist homies (ML’s, maoists, anarchists, etc.), if you find this i stand in solidarity with y’all. and if you’re a lib who’s mad at this, read more books written by black panthers, many of them were MLs and you may understand why people support marx (you can also read marx cause ik most of you haven’t). oh and listen to michael parenti’s lectures, they’re good. and if you like video essays i’ve got youtube channels you can check out too. anyways that’s my rant. i don’t hate you libs, you just stress me tf out lol

#long post #rant #if you find any typos no you didn’t

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rickmandowneyjr · 3 years ago

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Can you please do Severus x wife!reader where the reader ignores him just to see how he would react but he gets upset because he doesn't know why r is ignoring him so he cooks dinner and ends with Smut. lmao <3

Hmph!

Fluff, Angst(just for a sec), Smut (18+)

Pairing: Severus Snape x Wife!Reader

Warning: NSFW, established relationship, ignoring(?)

Word count: 3012

A/N: Idk I felt like writing some Severus smut :p Also, Sev is arguably ooc, but I felt like he'd be playfully cute with his wife (when they're alone lol). Anyway, hope you like it nonnie! :)

(it's 3am and I keep falling asleep as I try to proof read. So, I'm sorry if there are typos 🙈)

It was 7:30 and you were fresh out of the shower, your towel still wrapped around you and little droplets of water still on your skin. Looking over to the bed, you saw your husband sleeping ever so peacefully. With a small smile on your face, you walked over to your side of the bed. You slowly leaned and... grabbed your pillow, and smacked him in the face, startling him out of his (no longer) undisturbed slumber.

As he sprung up and out of bed, you let out a hearty laugh and said, "Good morning, sleepyhead."

As he looked around the room, squinting, his eyes finally found you and his shoulders slumped as he shut his eyes. He shook his head, and you took in his morning form. He was still in his black pyjama pants, and shirtless (he liked a colder room and though you didn't really mind, you kept the room warm cause who'd pass up on a chance to get Sev shirtless). He ran a hand through his hair, which was messy, but in the best way possible, as he sighed deeply. He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Why on earth did I think getting married was a good idea?"

"Sometimes I wonder the same thing," you sassed back.

He narrowed his eyes at you and you returned the gesture, locking in a staring contest with him. Neither of you was willing to look away. After a minute or so, you felt the need to blink, but you weren't going to lose. No way. You smirked and let your towel slip just a little and Severus' eyes immediately darted to the newly exposed skin.

"I win!" you cheered playfully as you adjusted the towel back into place.

"Hey, that's playing dirty!" He complained, taking two long strides to be right in front of you.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. My hand simply slipped," you said, feigning innocence.

"Sure it did," he rolled his eyes. "That wasn't fair."

You raised an eyebrow, and mimicked his voice and tone to the best of your abilities, "It may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair."

"You dare use my own words against me, Snape?" He teased before his expression twisted into a weird one. "Saying that with my last name feels odd."

You laughed and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. "Now, how about you let your hand slip again?" He leaned down to kiss you but your hand grabbed his face, gently smushing it as you said, "Nope. Go shower. We're going to be late for breakfast."

He gave you an annoyed look and you glared at him, getting a "...fine," out of him before he walked off towards the bathroom.

Severus Snape. Potions Master of Hogwarts. Dungeon Bat. Double Agent who managed to deceive the greatest wizard of all time. Absolutely terrifying to his students. However, in your eyes? The softest baby to exist, and you loved troubling him. Which is what would be on the agenda for today.

Just as you finished getting ready for the day, so did Severus. He walked up behind you and saw you sport an annoyed expression when he looked at you in the mirror. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and said, "Since I'm ready now, do I get my kiss?"

"No," you huffed and pushed his arms off you. "I don't wanna talk to you right now."

Clearly taken aback by the change in behaviour, he asked, "Why? What did I do?"

"Did I say you did something?"

"...no?"

"Exactly. You did nothing," you mumbled. 'I could always become an actor in the muggle world,' you thought, pleased with how convincing you sounded.

"So... Was it because I didn't do something?"

"Severus, contrary to what you might think... My life does not revolve around you."

The confused look on Severus' face nearly made you lose your composure. He looked so adorable as he tried to figure out what had happened. He was perplexed, to say the least. Just half an hour ago, the two of you were messing around and having fun. What happened in the amount of time that he was in the shower?

"So... You're not mad at me?"

"I never said that."

"Then, you're mad at me," he paused to choose how he'd phrase it before he continued, "For something someone else did?"

"What part of this respects 'I don't want to talk to you right now', hmm?" You snapped, not having an actual response because you were spinning quite a ridiculous story.

He contemplated something for a moment, and when he looked you in the eye, you scolded, "And don't even think about using Legilimency on me."

His eyes widened as he threw his arms up, defensively. Taking a few steps back, he opened his mouth to ask you something but decided against it since he didn't want to risk angering you even more. As he turned around, you let a small smile slip, before returning to the frown that you'd have to wear around him for the rest of the day.

You walked past him and out the door, slamming it shut behind you, getting Severus out of his thoughts, and he rushed to follow you.

The walk to the Great Hall was silent and you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. Walking in, you asked for Professor Flitwick to swap seats with you and chose to sit next to Minerva, concerning Severus even further.

As he sat down next to Severus, Filius asked, "Trouble in paradise?"

"Don't," Severus warned, and returned his attention to his plate, getting lost in trying to understand what had happened.

Minerva softly nudged you and asked, "So, what's the issue?"

"Hmm?" You asked, realising she was referring to your change of seat. "Oh, nothing."

"Then why are you sitting with me? Not that I don't love your company..."

"I'm messing with him. He thinks I'm mad at him."

"And you're not?"

"Nah."

"Why, then?" She asked, genuinely curious.

"I don't know. It's just fun to mess with him. Also, we haven't had any sort of argument in a while. It's good to keep things interesting, you know?"

She gave you a confused look and you continued. "Besides, when he realises that I was just joking, the make-up sex will be great," you stated casually, never even looking away from your food.

Not hearing a response from Minerva, you looked up, only to see her giving you an incredulous look, and chuckled.

"Forget I asked," she said, returning her attention back to her own plate.

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Severus was in class, and for the first time in a while, his mind was elsewhere as he taught. After a certain point, he'd found himself unable to explain things without losing his train of thought. He had written his instructions on the board, made sure that they were perfect, and then had told the class to follow them to a T. He sat at his desk with a stack of papers that he knew he wasn't going to grade, letting his mind drift to the morning's incident.

'What did I do? Wait, no. She said it wasn't something I did. Then again, her words made no sense. Was it my "Why did I think getting married was a good idea?" comment? No, we were fine after that. At least, she seemed fine. She was laughing with me so she knew it was a joke. Did I offend her by asking her to let her hand slip? No, she doesn't mind my teasing; quite enjoys it, actually. Did someone tell her that I did something? Did Minerva tell her that I finished her favourite snack?! Well, I got her a new packet, so no.'

The entire class went by with Severus mainly lost in thought, answering a few queries here and there. That was the fashion in which all his lectures would go by, that day. As he finished his last class for the day, he decided that he'd make you a nice dinner to apologise (for what, he'd figure out eventually). He finished all his work and wound up a little earlier than usual.

Entering your room, he swiftly made his way to the kitchen, knowing he had a little over an hour before you got back after a detention with some student. He started on your favourite and with a flick of his wand, he started preparing the living room and dining area. The curtains shut themselves and candles floated into place all around the room.

He finished just in time, with 15 minutes to spare and proceeded to the outside rooms, lighting each candle. As he was lighting the last few candles, you entered, your eyes widening at the sight in front of you.

"What's all this?" You asked.

"I wanted to apologise," he said. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, saying, "Please let me finish." He sighed and continued, "I'll admit I don't know what I did to offend you or hurt you - and believe me when I say that I've been racking my brain all day, wondering what the cause could possibly be. I just know that I love you, and I don't like that I did something to hurt you. So, I'm sorry. When I married you, I made a silent vow that I'd try every day, to be worthy of your love. I have failed that today and-"

You grabbed his face gently as you got on your toes to plant a kiss on his lips, shutting him up.

"I'm sorry," you mumbled softly, and he gave you a confused look. You bit your lip nervously and said, "I was only messing around."

He looked annoyed and relieved at the same time. "I didn't think you'd take me so seriously," you said, motioning to the candle-lit room. He stayed silent and didn't say anything. Feeling the urge to defend yourself, you said, "I mean... In my defence, my explanation was pretty pathetic. I can't believe you actually fell for it." You pouted and his stern expression softened as relief washed over him.

You walked up to him and threw your arms around his neck, pecking his lips gently. His arms wrapped around your waist and he cocked an eyebrow at you as he looked down at you. "However, Mrs. Snape, I cannot let you simply... get away with such behaviour," he said in a suggestive tone as his grip around your waist tightened.

"Is that so?" You played along.

"I'm afraid you must learn that your actions have consequences... the hard way." You could feel your body getting hotter as he spoke, his deep voice making you weak in the knees as always.

"Lemme make it up to you. How does that sound?" You said, tracing your finger along his chest.

He sat down on the couch with his legs spread, and said, "Actions speak louder than words, darling."

A small smile played at your lips as your hands rested on his knees as you sank to yours. You slowly ran your hands up his thighs, finding the waistband and undoing the buttons. His head fell back as your fingers wrapped around his shaft, setting him free. You slowly moved your hand up and down up his length, getting him hard almost instantly. Your thumb circled the head, smearing the precum, and you placed a single kiss as you felt him get impatient.

With his head still leaning back, he glanced at you, reminding you, "You're making it up to me tonight. So, no teasing, love. Now," he said, closing his eyes entirely, "put that pretty little mouth of yours to use for something other than messing with me."

"Yes, sir," you said before wrapping your lips around his thick cock and slowly taking him in farther down your throat with each bob of your head. His eyelids fluttered as a guttural moan escaped him, and you could slowly feel the wetness pooling in your panties.

He straightened up, looking at you with his dark eyes and pupils blown with lust. "Eyes on me," he commanded, and you did as asked, watching him through a few stray strands of your hair as his tip hit the back of your throat. Using his hands, he brushed the hair away from your face and gathered it all in a loose ponytail in one of his large hands.

You hollowed your cheeks out, and one of your hands moved to the base of his shaft, stroking the part that your mouth couldn't please. Your movements were rhythmic, with your lips meeting your fingers and he squirmed in his seat as he fought the urge to buck his hips, which let you know he was close. Sure enough, a minute later he cried out in pleasure as he felt his finish approaching. "Darling, I'm about to-"

He lost his words as he felt you go all the way down on his cock, allowing him to bottom out in your mouth. The pleasure proved to be too overwhelming and you felt hot ropes of his seed coating the walls of your throat. You pulled away, coughing slightly as you tried to catch your breath.

He leaned forward and cupped your face, his thumb wiping the few tears that had escaped your eyes. You leaned into his touch and he breathlessly mumbled, "F-fuck, darling. That was- Are you okay?"

You smiled and bit your lip, giving him a soft nod. His hand on your face moved to the back of your neck, and he pulled you closer, kissing you tenderly. Though you enjoyed it, you gently bit his lip, and slowly increased the pace, adding a sense of urgency to the kiss. His breathing got heavier and he began unbuttoning your shirt. His kisses trailed down your neck, finding every bit of newly exposed skin. He moved away and pulled you onto the sofa, next to him. Leaning you back against the armrest, his arms slid down your sides, quickly sliding your pants off.

He eyed you hungrily; you in your lacy lingerie. He licked his lips as his fingers hooked into the waistband, yanking them off in such a hurry that you swore you heard a little rip.

"You're dripping," he observed.

He leaned over you, one hand steadying him and the other swiftly unclasping your bra before he discarded it. His mouth latched itself onto one of your peaks, his tongue swirling around it as his hand trailed down to your heat, and his thumb circled your clit. A breathy moan escaped you as a finger entered you while his mouth sucked and softly bit your nipple before providing the other with similar attention.

Biting down on your nipple, he simultaneously inserted another finger into your soaking cunt, earning a gasp from you. He pulled away from you, his digits still fucking you, painfully slow. You bit down on your lip, holding off your whining for him to increase the pace. He peppered soft kisses along your jaw, stopping at your ear. His hot breath sends goosebumps all over your body as he said, "Let me hear you, little one."

His thumb pressed against your bundle of nerves and you threw your head back as a loud moan escaped you. His mouth immediately met yours, and your tongues swirled around messily.

"There we go," he praised in between the sloppy kiss. "Just like that, darling."

He could feel you begin to squirm as your orgasm inched closer and promptly pulled his fingers out, resulting in an audible whine coming from you. He tutted as he reminded you that you were in no position to complain. Before you could protest, he'd lined his cock up with your entrance and pinned your wrists, pushing in roughly and triggering a high-pitched shriek of pleasure. He started thrusting, slowly and lazily, making you writhe in his grip.

He chuckled at your desperation as you finally gave in a pleaded, "Faster, Sev. Please."

"Why? Don't you enjoy it when I mess around?" He teased

"I get your point. I'm sorry," you mumbled breathlessly. He cocked his eyebrow before humming in approval and saying, "Alright. Apology accepted."

"Great. Now fuck my brains out, please."

He just laughed as he released his grip on your wrists, holding your hips instead; he raised your hips, changing the angle he was hitting you at. "Why didn't you say so, sooner?" Was all he said before he increased the pace, pounding into you ruthlessly. You screamed at the feeling, mumbling incoherent words as your orgasm began building up once again.

The room was filled with a mixture of sounds: Severus' skin slapping against yours, your mumbling, and his laboured breathing. It didn't take long for you to come, but Severus didn't let up. He continued ramming his head against your cervix, making you cry out in pain and pleasure all at once. You rode out your high as he fucked you, and he came just as you were coming off it. He emptied himself inside you before pulling out and setting you down. He leaned against the other armrest, trying to catch his breath as you panted, too.

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up, his gaze still fixed on the ceiling.

"Shall we eat? I feel like we've worked up an appetite," he chuckled.

"You know I love you, right?" You asked.

"What?"

"Earlier," you sighed, "You mentioned that you felt like you weren't worthy of my love."

Severus continued staring at the ceiling, not finding the words to explain himself to you. You eyed him as you said, "You are more than worthy, Severus Snape. You deserve the world and I'm sorry if I haven't made that clear enough. I definitely won't let that happen again."

Severus was about to counter you when you cut him off unintentionally. "Now that all that sappy stuff is out of the way..." you said.

His head snapped in your direction as he felt your tongue run along the length of his cock. "What are you doing?"

"Cleaning you up?" you mumbled with his cock still in your mouth.

"What about dinner?"

"It's cold, already. It can wait," you stated as you began stroking him, getting him hard once again. "Besides, you can't expect someone to pay attention to dinner when dessert is right in front of them."

His head fell back as you bobbed yours slowly and he let out a deep sigh.

"Oh, Merlin."

p.s. (more like s.p. cause shameless promo lol) - I released a new Severus Snape x Reader fic called "Severendipitous Love". Check it out! It's gonna be smutty, fluffy, funny(imo) and badass with a splash of angst. It's out on Wattpad and AO3 (links in this post). Okie, I'm done. Thanks for reading!

@a-queen-and-her-throne hi there :)

(I'm considering starting a taglist. If you'd like to be added, drop me an ask, message me, or just do something to let me know lol)

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geminibrekker · 2 years ago

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The complexity of Lysandre

A lot of people didn’t like pokemon X Y, and I get why : the game is way too easy, some of the characters are just annoying, the villains are a joke... Are they really tho? Cause while I understand a lot of the arguments against the game, the villains didn’t bother me or seem shallow. I’ve just finished replaying the game and the team Flare is 100% a cult. Here is my analysis (read : autism rant):

Japan has a real cult invasion. There are a lot of cults over there, to the point where it’s almost normalized. It is logic to think that it was a topic the creators of the game wanted to include.

From the start, it is obvious to the player that Lysandre is the bad guy; and while we have to keep in mind that it is a game accessible for children, it is also a real point in-game. Professor Sycamore tells you after the team Flare is defeated that he always kinda knew that Lysandre had dangerous ideas, and that he hoped he’d used his charisma for good. So a charismatic person, really at ease with his words and who talks about his ideals out loud... Doesn’t that sound like a cult leader ?

Let’s put Lysandre aside for a sec and look at the team Flare. Even if they wear red suits and not cliché white robes, they still all have the same outfit and they proudly talk about it. A LOT. Lysandre has promised them, the chosen ones, eternity, whereas the common people will die. They all believe in his ideology, because they are the survivors in his scenario. They are special. Chosen. This is how cult leaders make cult members feel to better manipulate them.

This is already more interesting than just buffoons in red costumes, isn’t it ? But let’s dig a little deeper.

What does Lysandre want? It is not a cult to his person, at least not mainly. He actually wants to save the world, in his own twisted way. He says in one of his (many) monologues that he tried to help people with all the money he had, but that they had started to feel entitled to his help and he didn’t like it. So his answer to overpopulation and lack of resources was... to kill 99% of the population ? Ok Thanos. Furthermore, he asks the player multiple times to join him, saying that we, as chosens of the Professor Sycamore, deserve to survive. He actually believes in the idea he’s spreading. Some cult leaders don’t, and that’s the weird twist of Lysandre; he isn’t wrong. Well of course he’s wrong for wanting to kill everyone, but he’s right about consumerism and the lack of resources. Welcome to pokemon, here we straight up tell children that if we don’t change our way of living we will all be poor and hungry. Even in-game, your rival says Lysandre wasn’t totally wrong; he was just using the wrong method (which, in this case, is genocide).

Finally, let’s talk about Lysandre’s contradictions. The main one you may be thinking about is his love for pokemons. When you confront him in his second lair, he starts crying when your rival brings up the fate of all the pokemons he’s gonna kill. A really shocking moment that shows us how determined he is to “save” the world. He says that pokemons are bound to disappear, used by humans for too long. And even if it is way lighter than in pokemon black and white, the question of “are pokemons our friends or our slaves?” is still present. Also, in the Lysandre labs, he gives you -the chosen one- the choice to stop or start the apocalypse. He really believes you should be the one to decide the fate of the world. Lysandre never stops you when you follow him in his lairs; only his subordinates do so. He only tries to stop you at the very end, when he is so close to achieving his goal. He always gives you a fair fight. Because he sees himself as righteous and noble. And despite that, an eleven year old stops his plans to rule the world.

I think I’ve said everything I wanted to say, this has just been on my mind since I re-played the game recently. Idk if a lot of ppl will read this, thank you if you do, love y’all !

#pokemon #team flare #pokemon xy #lysandre pokemon

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saturnznct · 4 years ago

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comforting moonbyeol | ljn

➸ request from anon; hi love !! i’ve been super busy and stressed with exams right now and i need smth to cheer me up. may i have a dad!jeno reaction to his child (any one) overworking themselves while studying that they just. idk have a breakdown so he just takes them out cycling to a quiet place for relaxation and all? thank you i hope it’s not too confusing

➸ note; hi anon!! i hope you’re doing well after your exams (i can definitely relate atm lmao) i hope you enjoy this! i once did this after having an anxiety attack and it made me feel a lot better so it sprung to mind.

➸ word count; 1070 words

➸ moonbyeol; aged 16

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‘Bowlby’s theory of monotropy,’ Moonbyeol mumbles, twiddling the black biro pen between her thumb and index finger, ‘sixteen marks!? I don’t even know how to explain it.’

‘It’s the theory that all humans are preprogrammed to have an attachment to one figure,’ Chaeyeon, Jaemin’s daughter and Moonbyeol’s cousin explains through the facetime call.

‘I keep getting it confused with maternal deprivation,’ Moonbyeol rubs her forehead in an attempt to soften the headache that came from hours and hours of studying.

‘No, that’s not having a mother figure,’ Chaeyeon informs, ‘though they’re both Bowlby’s theories.’

In that moment, Moonbyeol feels pure frustration, half wanting to lament Chaeyeon for telling her something she already knows that’s also quite self explanatory as if she’s a child.

Suddenly there’s a knock on the door.

‘One sec Chae,’ Moonbyeol mutes herself ‘come in!’

The door opens and a sheepish looking Jeno peers around it.

‘You alright Moonie?’ he asks, eyes darting between the flash cards and notebooks piled up on her bed.

‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ Moonbyeol attempts to hide her frustration, trying desperately to ignore the headache building up.

‘Are you sure? How long have you been studying for?’

‘Uh, since I woke up.’

‘Lee Moonbyeol it’s been nearly eight hours!’ Jeno’s eyes widen.

‘I know! I just need to keep studying for my psych test- and- I-‘

It’s as if Jeno has some sort of sixth sense, because the second Moonbyeol begins to cry, his arms are around her and he’s shushing her, trying to calm her down by rocking her in his arms gently.

‘I just feel like I’m going to fail,’ she sobs, ‘no matter how much I study I just can’t get it in my head.’

‘You’re not going to fail sweetheart,’ Jeno kisses the side of her head, ‘you work so so hard… Do you know what might be good for you?’

‘What?’ She asks, wiping away the sticky tears and snot falling down her face.

‘A nice break. It’s only five, how about we go and do something nice. Cycle down to the boba place.’

‘Really?’ Moonbyeol sniffs.

‘Of course Moonie. I’ll even let you get an extra large.’

Moonbyeol noticeably perks up at this point, clearing her throat and furiously wiping away the tears still spilling from her eyes. She unmutes herself.

‘Hey Chae, I’ve gotta go. My dinners ready.’

‘Oh, that’s okay!’ Chaeyeon chirps, ‘enjoy your meal!’

With that, Moonbyeol hangs up the call, shutting her laptop with a click.

‘I’ll just quickly get changed,’ she mumbles, disappearing into her closet.

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Jeno meets Moonbyeol at the bottom of the stairs as she ties her shoelaces.

He’d already explained to you that he was taking Moonbyeol out for a little break from studying, and not to expect them back for dinner.

Both Jeno and Moonbyeol collect their bikes from the garage.

Moonbyeol is about to mount her bike before Jeno clears his throat loudly, holding out her purple helmet.

She rolls her eyes playfully, taking it from him and putting it on her head. The click of the buckle echos around the room loudly.

‘Right, come on Moonie,’ Jeno announces, slinging his leg effortlessly over his own bike and pedalling out.

‘Dad wait for me!’ Moonbyeol calls, giggling as she tries to catch up with him as she cycles down the driveway.

Naturally, the bike ride down to the bubble tea shop was quite silent. Despite the fact that Moonbyeol is very experienced on her bike and Jeno trusts her more than anything, he leads the way, slowing down when it comes to corners he can’t see around or busy roads.

Eventually they make it to the shop, jumping off their bikes and parking them outside.

They stand in line in comfortable silence, Moonbyeol scanning the menu boards as if she was actually going to order something other than her usual.

‘You can get some hi-chew if you want,’ Jeno motions to the shelves stacked high with candy and soda.

‘Really?’

‘Of course Moonie.’

Moonbyeol considers the flavours for a minute before deciding on Cherry.

‘Do you think peach and lychee is a weird combination?’ Moonbyeol suddenly questions, referring to her usual drink order.

’Not really,’ Jeno shrugs, ‘but then again I don’t understand your love for fruity drinks.’

‘It’s better than, bleurgh, coffee or milk tea.’

‘I can’t believe my oldest child doesn’t like milk tea,’ Jeno playfully grumbles, ‘I have failed as a parent.’

’Nah, you should just be happy that one of your kids have common sense.’

Jeno laughs out loud, ‘you sound just like your mum/mom.’

A few minutes later they’re sitting outside on a bench, Moonbyeol sipping on her peach tea with lychee balls and Jeno on his black milk tea and tapioca balls.

’Thank you so much Dad,’ Moonbyeol says, leaning into Jeno’s side as a sort of side-hug.

Jeno uses his free arm to wrap around his daughter, ‘you’re so welcome angel. You deserve it after all that hard work. Uh, just, don’t tell Sanghoon about the hi-chew. He may get a bit jealous.’

Moonbyeol giggles, popping a square into her mouth.

‘Want one?’ She holds out the packet.

‘No, they’re all yours Moonie.’

Moonbyeol smile reaches her eyes when she realises she has the pack to herself, prompting Jeno’s heart to warm at the sight of his happy daughter.

‘Listen to me now Moonie,’ Jeno begins softly, trying to take on the role of the doting father that he is, ‘I know for a fact that you are one of the brightest girls in your class. Remember your psychopathology test before Christmas?’

Moonbyeol nods.

‘You aced it, remember?’

Moonbyeol nods again, more sheepishly this time.

’You’ll do exactly the same with this test. I really do believe in you Moonbyeol. And, if you can get through it, I’ll buy you boba everyday for a week.’

Moonbyeol’s eyes widen in pure shock, ‘dad, you don’t have to!’

‘I want to Moonie, because I know how hard you’ve worked on psychology this year. And regardless of your results, I’m so proud of you. Because I’ve seen the effort you put into your studying, and I know your self doubt is completely unfounded.’

‘Well I hope you’re right, Dad.’

‘I am right. I love you Moonbyeol.’

‘I love you too Dad.’

And when Moonbyeol passed her attachment test with flying colours, Jeno had to buy a lot of bubble tea.

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Sleepless Nights

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: During an unusually windy night, Y/N finds herself unable to sleep while her boyfriend is streaming in the other room, unaware of the terror revving outside thanks to his headphones. So, Y/N does the only thing she can in order to finally get some shuteye.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, I had such a blast writing it! I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to complete and post it but here it finally is and I hope you’ve stuck around long enough to read it! If you have, please enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

It’s that time of year again - the city is terrorized by the loudest, most intense winds that wield the strength of a mythological creature and sound like the wails of hell’s sufferers. You may find my description of this natural occurrence rather dramatic and over the top but that’s because you aren’t here to hear and see this horror show going on. Trees have been uprooted from the ground and have fallen on top of cars, damaging them expensively. Chimneys all around are whistling hauntingly as the gusts of wind pass through them, the sound sending shivers down my spine.

Winds have never sat right with me and I often found myself lacking shuteye during the night if they were wilding outside while I tried to sleep even as a kid. My parents thought I’d grow out of it as the years went by but I never did apparently, seeing as how I’m wide awake at close to 2AM on a workday. I have to be at work by eight in the morning and if I don’t catch some z’s soon I might just show up looking like a zombie.

This is not the first time such an occurrence has happened. However, on those past occurrences, I wasn’t alone in bed, twisting and turning under the covers so I could extinguish the sound that’s violating my head. On those occasions, I had someone lying in bed next to me with his arms wrapped around me tightly or with his hands covering my ears. That person isn’t with me right now though. He’s in a room two doors away, streaming Among Us with his friends.

I’ve had Corpse ditch streams to comforting me during anxiety-inducing windstorms like this one but I can only assume he cannot hear what is going on outside since I haven’t heard a single word from him. Of course, comforting me isn’t his job and I’m not the type of girlfriend to be clingy and in need of her boyfriend to be there for her 24/7. Quite the contrary actually - I’m independent and rarely ask for people’s help, Corpse’s included. However, there’s one thing I need help with and this is it - falling asleep at a time like this. That’s a task I cannot manage on my own.

And so, against my better judgement and putting aside my embarrassment surrounding my fear, I kick the covers off me and get up, stretching my arms above my head as I walk out of the bedroom Corpse and I share and into the hallway which is pitch black as the rest of the apartment. The only light is coming from underneath the door to Corpse’s recording room but even that is so faint I can only guess it’s coming from his computer screen.

With an uneasy sigh, I make my way down the hall, flinching when a particularly strong gust of wind rattles the windows. This apartment building is old makes noises of its own on the regular, the last thing it needs is these attacks it’s now forced to endure because the weather outside is crappy as all hell. Take an already noisy building and pelt it with gusts of wind, yeah that equals a sleepless night for me.

The recording room door isn’t shut all the way as usual. Corpse prefers keeping it open a crack so he can enter and exit it without making noise in the middle of the night as to not wake me up, seeing as how I’m quite a light sleeper. It also allows me to enter and exit it soundlessly whenever I want to either bring him a snack or spook him. There’s no in-between: I either bring him something to eat/drink, or I scare the daylight out of him. The latter usually happens when he’s playing a horror game though so it’s rare which is why he hasn’t started shutting the door as to be alerted of my schemes before I give him a mini heart attack.

And so, I tip-toe my way in his recording room, squinting my eyes when I’m faced with the beaming computer screen opposite the door though it’s partially blocked by the hunched over Corpse who is still unaware of my presence. So, in order to avoid freaking him out, I deliver a couple of soft but audible enough knocks to the door frame to grab his attention. My attempt proves successful as I see him yank off his headset and whirl around in his chair to face me.

“Am I being too loud?“ Even in the dark, I can make out the lines of his face contorting into an expression of guilt.

I give him a lopsided smile as I strut over to him with lazy steps. Just as I part my lips to speak, a strong gust of wind shakes the building, producing a wailing-like sound that immediately forces me to freeze up, the smile disappearing from my face.

Corpse’s face shifts expressions again, this time exhibiting a compassionate, comforting smile, “That’s what it is, isn’t it? You can’t sleep?” I shake my head, biting my lip as I feel my cheeks heat up. “Come here.” He mutters, opening his arms invitingly.

Without a single doubt, I come closer, not putting up a fight when he pulls me into his lap. I let my legs hang off either side of his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck as I hide my face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent mixed with the cologne that has lingered on his hoodie and hair.

“Wait a sec...“ he mumbles, pulling away from me briefly. I’m confused for a second, but then I feel the pair of wireless headphones he covers my ears with and I give him a grateful smile, already feeling myself beginning to relax at the warmth of his body against mine and the soothing comfort of his touch. However, when the lo-fi music starts playing through my headphones - a playlist he’s complied for me whenever I have sleepless nights such as these for whatever reason - I’m a complete goner.

And so I find myself drifting off with the mixed sounds of lo-fi beats, Corpse’s whispers and his heartbeat and honestly, not to be cheesy or anything, but I’ve never heard a sweeter lullaby in all my life.

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 4 years ago

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Wed 2 June ‘21

Louis sent a message to a fan looking for a hello after a major surgery-- “Get well soon mate. Sending you loads of love x”- and added that he hopes ALL of us are doing alright; I never doubted it Louis! Niall got a little more specific with his really lovely message today- “HAPPY PRIDE MONTH, BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. It’s your life, LOVE who you want to LOVE,” he tweeted! THANKS GUYS.

Liam though, Liam was all over today! He checked in on his way to play golf, on his way back from playing golf (with videographer Conor!), posted comments on discord, joined a new chat platform (Telegram; 5 minutes into Telegram and chill Liam was like OKAY it looks like we may need some moderators for this app lol YOU THINK?), he did a whole 25 min live, AND checked in even later to say he’d just had a shower and was about to play a new video game! New news of the day-- he is going to host a Veeps show showcasing new artists in July!! NEAT! His post about how his team forgot to turn off notifications on the phone they set it all up on for him on is really funny, YIKES; “this used to be an iphone now it’s just a bell” he joked, with video of the phone frantically chiming nonstop (“the power of you guys still blows my mind to this day”.) Also he said that he was very busy getting ready for June 15. Why, you ask, what is on June 15? UH? IDK?? He has so many things coming up? But that’s the NFT I think, which I KNOW a lot of people are mostly not that excited about but I will say that while I don’t care about the technology, I am excited to see Liam’s artwork he’s working on for it (which hopefully the purchaser will share with us), and Liam is truly so excited about the platform, he’s really trying to talk us into it. More on that in a sec...

But let’s get to the other parts of Liam’s live first. He has that new song coming, about which he said “it’s one that I’ve written the most on so far actually, as a single, I’m excited to say my own stuff for once a little”, love that. He’s still coughing but says he’s tested repeatedly and it isn’t COVID, and that he’s gone vegetarian recently, and he says the chat channels were inspired by seeing people using the veeps chat rooms even after the show ended, not wanting to leave. And he talks about 1D- about the notifs mishap he said “back in the band we used to wait for people we didn’t like to leave their notifications on and then we would like- oh make sure you follow this person on twitter! And then their phone would break for days- if someone did something that annoyed you.” HAHAHA where’s my masterpost of people who annoyed them 1D told us to follow, PLEASE? And also “it’s hard sometimes you’re watching people stories from afar that you used to know so well and that can be difficult… we’ve all felt this at different times me and the boys… it’s almost like missing a very dear friend a lot of the time but everyone’s so busy… I’d love to get us all in a room somewhere sometime” aww. But also he said he talked to Harry recently, “really a lovely call, he has a sixth sense for if I'm struggling or if one of us is in trouble, I spoke to him and it was a really lovely catch up. I have a lot of love for the man, he's really, really great"; well I wish Liam wasn’t stuggling but that’s lovely. And Louis too! "I spoke to Louis, I wanna say yesterday. We speak a lot, there's just a lot of laughing about random crap," he said, plus some Louis memories- “I can just hear his laugh in the back of my mind. We once broke into one of the stadiums in America and got chased by a woman… on one of those cop type things, a mall cop thing, and that was quite crazy. He also left me on my own while I was being arrested nearly by a French policemen that I had to push over… which that still scares me to this day. [laughing] That’s what friends are for! I helped him over the fence to get in somewhere, he left me with the policeman, who didn’t have a clue who I was and tried to arrest me even though I was just trying to go into my hotel.” UMM sorry I can’t hear anything past LIAM PUSHED OVER A COP?? Go ahead, make a list of ‘1D members most likely to fight a cop’ and if Liam isn’t DEAD LAST you’re just wrong and yet HERE WE ARE!! WHAT A DAY.

But alas rather than fighting cops now Liam is partnering with an entrepreneur (which I have had to type so many times in the last two days thanks to Liam that I guess I know how to spell it now they just keep SAYING it SO MUCH). Steve Bartlett said “the secret” is out, he recorded a podcast with Liam yesterday-- I’d call secret a bit strong, we had actually got that mate, but okay; he called Liam an entrepreneur and said “yesterday I recorded one of the most powerful, honest, REAL conversations on my podcast to date” and “if you love Liam you’ll love this.” I can absolutely guarantee you that is not true, I love Liam and already hate everything about this collab, but his wording does make me think we’ll get a bit of Liam’s trademark emotional spillage which I suppose I might appreciate despite this self help CEO guy being there too. Liam does have one thing to say that could sway me in this guy’s favor though- “he has the cutest dog ever” apparently! Anyway I may as well get used to him he’s suddenly everywhere-- Liam also patched him into his live to try yet again to convince us that NFTs are good by awkwardly relating it to “fans of boybands” by saying you know this could eliminate like fake tickets and such… Sure Steve sure but anyway he also says of Liam, “the guy you see on camera is the exact same guy off camera”.

Harry and Olivia were seen together in London (well, a grainy ass video of their backs was seen anyway), walking, with some people who look to be her parents and Harry’s PA (so romantic! Not at all work related!) I was initially skeptical of the claim that it was her parents since this fandom is obsessed with saying everyone is so and so’s parents (we’ll NEVER top the time the fandom was sure Harry was seen having lunch with Eleanor’s father though) but it actually seems like maybe it was. More for Harry to add to his collection, that man truly loves an extended family! I mean the whole thing is sketchy as hell, from the assurance that that’s DEFINITELY actually Olivia in the grainy video, FOR SURE, to the confirmation that that’s her mom with them which came when a blank insta page produced a random old picture of her mom in the same skirt, but like is it them, sure I imagine so, and people making sure we get the story anytime they’re together isn’t exactly new. In other news, Dave Meyers, director of the Adore You music video, says he originally pitched the Eroda story idea (“I have this idea, of you love- liking a fish”) to Katy Perry and the Black Eyed Peas, ASJKJASKL CAN YOU IMAGINE?

#Liam payne #holivia #harry styles #niall horan #louis tomlinson #2 jun 21 #the day we learned Liam fought a cop #HAPPY PRIDE INDEED #conor butler #liam has ALWAYS just spoken to louis yesterday but I totally belive him look at them doing all the same stuff #new artist showcase! this is totally them talking about this stuff #and he's totally the one that got Louis on the NFT thing #that's cute you guys now write some songs together again why don't you #I guess Harry could be tie for least likely to fight a cop #but like he wouldn't be out there talking about how great cops are which Liam definitely would #Liam is of course Most likely to be wasted enough for something like that to happen anyway #which I assume is what was the case

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marauderserasimp747 · 3 years ago

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Adopted by Coops a SW fic

A/N: SO THIS CAME TO ME IN A DREAM SO I FIGURED WHY NOT WRITE IT. THIS MAY HAVE MULTIPLE PARTS IDK YET! THANKS! HOPE YOU ENJOY IT! ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO @lumosinlove

“Emerson come downstairs the’s a couple coming in 20 minutes to meet you!” Mrs. Johns calls from the other side of my bedroom door.

“Okay one sec I have to finish my AP world history homework real quick!” I call back. I finish up the last question and clear the desk up of sticky notes and index cards filled with notes on the Ancient Greeks. I pull a beanie on and my leather jacket filled pins and buttons. I’m wearing ripped skinny jeans a Lions t shirt, a black and white flannel around my waist, and doc martins. I shove any clothes on the floor under the bed and run downstairs. I walk into the kitchen to grab a snack and a cup of coffee. The couple is going to be in here in 10 minutes. I quickly eat and put creamer and sugar into my coffee before heading into the living room. Careful I don’t spill any coffee. Mrs. Johns walks into the living room with a plateful of fruit and cookies. She looks me over. She makes a face of disapproval.

“You couldn’t have worn anything nicer?”

“No, if I’m going to get adopted they should know what they’re dealing with.” I reply flatly then taking a sip of my coffee. There’s a knock on the door. Mrs. Johns gets the door. In walks Remus Lupin and Sirius Black of the Gryffindor Lions my favorite hockey team. I forgot I’m wearing a Lions t shirt, and look down and blush at the fact I’m wearing a Lions shirt. I take a sip of my coffee to hide my blush. Sirius and Remus sit down across from me. I put my coffee down and start fidgeting unsure what to do with my hands. My shoes have become the most interesting thing in the world.

“Nice shirt. I’m Sirius. I guess you would already know that. What pronouns do you use?” I nod and blush a deeper red if that’s possible.

“I’m Emerson. I use they/thy/them, she/her, and he/him pronouns depending on the day. And thanks.” I stutter out and look up. I notice Sirius is wearing a jacket similar to mine minus the pins. Remus gives a comforting smile and gives Sirius’ thigh a squeeze.

“So your gender fluid?” Remus asks. I nod.

“I um... have described my gender as a circle.” I earn a laugh from Sirius. I feel the tension leave my body. I force myself to fully look up. I manage a small smile.

“What do you like doing in your free time?” Remus asks.

“I act, sing, dance, draw, listen to music, watch hockey, occasionally play hockey. I mainly dance.”

“Do you mind if we talk in private with Emerson?” Sirius asks Mrs. Johns.

“Why don’t you take them up to your room?” Mrs. Johns says. I nod and stand up to lead them upstairs to my room. Once we get to my room I sit down on the bed and give an expecting look waiting for the next round of questions.

“Oh shit Pads I forgot to ask for their file, I’ll be right back.” Remus says and leaves. An uncomfortable silence falls over the room. I start fidgeting with the zipper on my jacket.

“What music do you like?” Sirius asks breaking the awkward silence that fell over us.

“Almost anything but old school rap and most of today's top hits. I love showtunes, heavy metal, and yeah.” I reply. Remus walks in with file in hand.

“So, before I look at your file I’m gonna ask you some questions.” Remus says. I nod. “Do you have any mental health issues?” “ADHD, I think that’s it.”

“Physical health?”

“My left knee is almost always taped. And I pulled a muscle in my thigh. I’m not sure what I did to my knee though. I should get it checked at some point.”

“Remus could do that for you. Before he played for the Lions he was our PT.” Sirius chimes in. He has a wide smile on his face. Remus and him share a knowing look. They leave the room and come back with three boxes.

“Let’s start packing and then we’ll go home. Welcome to the family!”

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