#i will protect her alwaysss

[wouldvecouldveshouldve]

my little sister saying to me “i wish you were my mom” has shattered my heart

[missydior]

cinnamon girl ౨ৎ (part i)

notes: charles leclerc x singer!reader, smau, secret relationship, launching, engagement. requested, fc: madison beer.

part ii: here.

a/n: my first smau on this blog, not so sure about it but i had fun making it <3

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yourusername: “there’s things i wanna say to you, but i’ll just let you live.” cinnamon girl is out now. i had so so much fun producing this song, love from me to you all <3

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user1: will be listening to this song on repeat for the rest of the year now

user2: literally obsessed 🫶🏼

friendusername: you deserve the world

yourusername: i <3 you

user3: can’t wait for your lover era one day, the songs will be lushhh

user4: girl, y/n already produces perfect music & lyricism without a man in her life, she’s doing just fine on her own

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newsofy/n: in a recent interview following the release of her new single ‘cinnamon girl’, y/n said “I am always inspired by those around me […] the support of my friends, family are the foundations of my work, every lyric and song is so personal to me �� from experiences or those so dear to my heart…”

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user1: she is such a sweetheart, we must protect her.

user2: did anybody else notice that smile when the interviewer asked if she has any romantic ‘muses’ or inspiration?

user3: you’re taking it out of context, i’m pretty certain y/n is still as single as all of us </3

user2: ouch true, but you never know

user4: oh to be the muse of one of yourusername’s songs

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f1gossip: the monaco grand prix annually attracts all kinds of faces from the glitz & glamour, this year including the music industry’s sweetheart yourusername who had claimed she wanted to “return” to the place she has always adored, in person.

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user1: I wonder who she’s supporting 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

user2: probably charles leclerc, like every single girl who breathes.

user1: be quiet, I wouldn’t blame her anyway

user3: she looks like an angelll, paddock princess here she comes

user4: omg, didn’t she mention once in an interview that her father’s a lover of f1 too?

user5: I think I saw some old pics of her when she was like five with him at the belgian grand prix

user1: my two favourite people ever have MET EACH OTHER? crying inside currently

user2: they would make the most iconic couple

user3: girl bffr, they have just met

user2: let me be delulu, okay?

user4: no he has heart eyes

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yourusername: monaco, you were a blessing this weekend and i can’t wait to see you again soon, je t’aime <3

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user1: please, please, please come next year too, the paddock needs your fashion sense

user2: not charles lurking in the likes haha

user3: she’s got him interesteddd

user4: y/n and f1 was honestly the collab i never knew that i needed

user5: soon? what other business do you have in monaco?

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f1gossip: in a recent interview, when asked, charles leclerc revealed that he has listened to yourusername’s recent single ‘cinnamon girl’: “i’ve heard it a few times on the radio or shuffle, i think whoever is on the receiving end of her love songs now or in the future will be a lucky man, for sure.”

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user1: he’s definitely in love

user2: they’ve literally met once

user1: okay? i’ve never met him and i’m in love with him. anyway, we don’t know what they do away from the cameras and stuff

user3: he knows something we don’t.

user4: y/n’s friends are alwaysss on the gossip and i love it, they probably tell her all about it lol

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yourusername: from a secret admirer xoxo

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franciscagomes: finally?

yourusername: don’t pretend this is the first time

user1: y/n what does this meannnn?

user2: do you finally have some chance in your love life?

user3: that sounds so backhanded help

user4: whoever they are, i hope they treat you well y/n <3 our angel

౨ৎ

part ii: here.

[dreamwritersworld]

Once innocent. (sully family x reader)

Hi! Just a reminder that this is a mini series to show the deeper sides of Y/n’s life BEFORE “The chore” :) I did add some twdg scenes and put it into their situation because I loved the idea and I hope you do too! 💗

Ronal and Tonowari weren’t the only ones who took care of Y/n. There was once Rey’akana. He fought alongside Jake, he had always noticed how Y/n was often not watched or talked to. He also noticed how she would sit from a far watching how people worked and then running into the forest giggling and excited. He did not know what she did after she left but today he’d follow.

She was walking around the war party group after they had came back from fighting, viewing how healers went to work. She became interested on how the warriors fought, how they protected themselves. Protecting yourself was very important step to learn as a child but Y/n’s parents never taught her. So Y/n asked questions “what is your arrow made of? Who made it?” Or “when shooting what did you aim for?” Majority of the warriors smiled and turned an eye, not Rey’akana. He actually told her every detail for her question and she smiled sweetly with a ‘thank you’. Instantly she ran into the forest to retrieve her 2 arrows and old bow she had stolen from her mother. She was in her own world when training, pretending every situation was real. It was escape to Y/n.

“What are you doing little one? I can assure you that is not how you handle a bow.” He found amusement in her determination. Y/n smiled shy, scared not wanting to get in trouble by her parents but also curious as to if the man was willing to help. Why not just ask? “How should it be held then? Can you teach me? Please” and he did. When he asked about who took care of her and why they hadn’t trained her, his heart broke at how the girl hadn’t realized what was going on or why it was wrong for her parents to not pay her mind, she thought it was normal. “My story is actually very funny! Since I am a child my dad always insists we play hide n seek as soon as I approach him. And I’m alwayssss it! He’s tried hiding everywhere and I’ll alwaysss find him! Every time I did, he’d jus brush it off, saying he’s doing something important and walks away. Since we’re always playing he doesn’t really have time to train me neither does my mom, they kinda just train the boys and Kiri but it’s ok! I’ll figure it out!” The young girl let’s giggles out as if it was normal..? Her heart and mind is so innocent and was too kind to be treated the way she was “I need to practice more! I’m gonna be a warrior and healer some day!” And Rey’akana smiled and gave the girl a hug providing a promise to Y/n.

“I’ll train you. We will meet everyday. I’ll protect you.” Y/n was so excited to have someone teach her. “Ok! Thank you! We can meet tomorrow and I’ll even bring a surprise! I should head home now, eclipse is coming soon!” Rey’akana offered to take the little girl home safely and when she was entering the home he had noticed how everyone was laughing, her parents playing with her siblings as if the little girl wasn’t out by herself and not apart of the family. He watched her walk in and no one even greeted her or spared a look.

That night Y/n beaded a bracelet with pretty purple sequences, something she found in her adventures and grew to always use when beading, it somewhat became a signature for her. When the time came for Rey’akana to train her again the next day. He was gifted the bracelet and had swore to wear it everyday for her. They always had conversations at the end of their training. It soon became a routine.

Last night he heard Jake scolding Y/n about Kiri’s Bracelet being broken…? During training it was obvious Y/n was in her own head. She was still confused as to what happened last night, why was she yelled at for Loak breaking Kiri’s bracelet and why didn’t Jake listen to her when she said it wasn’t her who broke it..? As they walked home in comfortable silence, he watched Y/n while she observed the forest as if it was her first time seeing it. The way Y/n observed life always amazed him. He decided it was the perfect time to bring up what happened “…did you so happen to break your sisters bracelet?” Y/n looked up surprised with slight sadness in her eyes “no…did my dad say I did? He’s just always blaming me for stuff.” This makes him immediately more curious as to how Y/n’s home life really was. “Like what?” Y/n answers the question immediately “putting a bug on Loak’s pillow…?” He looked at her in amusement. “Did you do that?” She laughs and gives a satisfied answer “yes! But only because he didn’t admit that he was the one who broke Kiri’s bracelet and he just let me get yelled at. Even though I told dad Loak did it!” He gave a saddened smiled but soon laughed with her as she discussed the story of how she even placed the bug in his pillow perfectly in his face. She returned home and now he was walking back to his. He couldn’t help but think how Y/n should learn at least another level of survival. Like learning how to shoot a gun, just the basics. If he wasn’t teaching her this who would..? He knew all about survival. He also knew how being a warrior himself he went out to war risking his life every time, he wanted to come to a stop and maybe it’ll buy him time with the innocent child he now took care of.

He met up with Y/n at the same time they always do everyday. “When your older and want to become a warrior like you said you were going to…your gonna need to know how to protect yourself.” Y/n giggled and said “I know how to shoot arrows already!” Rey’akana smiled at the excited girl in front of him “more like shooting a gun Y/n…it’ll just be a one time thing for now, it’s just to get you used to it ok? Then when your older you will handle it on your own.” Y/n shares a nervous look as he hands her the gun. “…it’s heavyyyy.” Y/n says. Rey’akana then gives her tips and shows her how the gun should be handled. Their couple of practice shots came to an end as Rey’akana said she should be good enough to try again in a couple years, this was just to get her comfortable and not scared of the gun. “How do you feel about the gun?” Y/n looks down at her hands taking in her next words “…well my hands hurt and my ears have noise in them like eeeeeeeee” He laughed as they went about their conversation agreeing to meet each other tomorrow like normal.

However the next day Y/n rushed to him as soon as he about to leave the healing aid area “Rey’akana! I got invited to play with the girls over there! Is it ok if we skip training today?” Says the girl with the most widest smile ever “Of course Y/n anytime.” He watched as the little girl ran away and the Tsahik smiled at the scene, finally seeing a smile on her granddaughter’s face.

An hour later from seeing Y/n he hears girls laughing while hearing Y/n say “it’s not that bad! My mom just doesn’t have time to do my hair…” One girl laughs and says “So why is Kiri’s hair always done? Ha maybe she just doesn’t want to do your hair because of how messy it is!” Y/n shakes her head and walks away immediately jumping at the sight of Rey’akana “oh, what are you doing here? Do we have time to train? Can we?” Rey’akana agrees especially after witnessing what he just saw. Maybe he can help you?

20 minutes of training goes by and Rey’akana can’t shake the feeling that you were being made fun of, for the hair your mom let go on too long despite you asking for help. “Let’s take a break yea?” Y/n looks up unsure but still agrees “so your probably not gonna like this” y/n gives a saddened look “oh no, what happened?” Rey’akana is quick to reply with “Nothing, we have to talk about your hair. I heard what the girls said to you.” Y/n gave a mad look as she said “that’s not nice! Are you saying it’s messy and ugly too..?” Rey’akana returns a saddened smile and says “no-“ y/n cuts this off by saying “cause it is…kinda” he looks at her worryingly “I could do it for you so they don’t upset you anymore” y/n gives a sigh but agrees although Y/n suggests they get flowers and beads to add onto the hair and he complies. As they are searching for the perfect flower, Rey’akana reaches towards a pretty neon flower that glows until Y/n puts him to a stop “Wait Rey’akana! Don’t touch that one! It makes you have this weird reaction and it’s gross!” Rey’akana looks up amused at the child “…Did you touch it?” Y/n looks down with an ashamed face “…i don’t know” they’re search comes to a stop since they got enough materials for the hair. Settling down to start y/s hair.

A worried y/n manages to ask the question that’s on her mind “…do you know how to do this?” He considers it, I mean he has had his own mother do his hair many times, and he watched her do it to his sisters “How hard could it be?” Y/n looks down while shaking her head “I’m gonna look like an animal.” He laughs and says “shush child you’ll be just fine.” Time passed and Y/n loved her hair she jumped around with the biggest smile “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Your the best Rey’akana!” They share a hug and Rey’akana drops her off home telling her she’ll still be able to meet him after he goes to battle. “Ok! Then you can tell me all the things that happened it’d be cool to learn from what you saw others do! Good night Rey’akana!”

The next day come and the war party was returning back and this time Y/n waited for Rey’akana instead of meeting them at their training area. The injured were taken to the healing tent but Y/n hadn’t seen them since she turned around to pick up the new necklace and beads she was ready to show Rey’akana as her gift to him. She turned back as the people emptied out but no Rey’akana..? Where was he? So she asked around “have you seen Rey’akana? Do you know where he is?” That was until she got to Rey’akana partner that he works with and she smiled and said “you must know where Rey’akana is! Can you tell me?” The man looks down giving her a saddened look, knowing Rey’akana took great care of the girl that he now knows an entire backstory of because that’s all Rey’akana ever talked about now. “He’s in the healing aid tent kiddo, you shouldn’t go” Y/n smile quickly falls as she ran into the healing area frantically searching, quickly passing all tables until she saw her grandmother who had agreed to stay with Rey’akana who’s shot in the chest trying to hold onto his life, as there is nothing she can do anymore.

“Rey’akana! No, no please. I need you.” The little girl comes close holding onto his hand. “You’re strong Y/n ,you can do anything. Your gonna see bad stuff but it’s ok.” She gets teary eyes scared that he’s parting away so soon “M-my parents it’s so horrible” he replies with “oh I can just imagine sunshine.” Sadness in his voice. “…a-and now you. Please. Please don’t leave me . Please don’t go.” His heart breaks as he holds her hand trying to get the strength to talk to her during his last moments “Keep practicing sunshine, I need you to enjoy your life ok? Don’t let anyone push you around. I’ll always be there with you. I’ll watch you at the same time everyday while you train. I’ll be there every step of the way while you become the great warrior you were always meant to be, the role you’ve been working so hard for. I need you to live Y/n. I need you to that for me Y/n that’s your job now. Oel ngati kameie, sunshine. You made a great impact on me.” He said that before the lights went out and Y/n’s life flashed seeing the adult who took care of here for a good couple of months and kept her safe, slip away in her hands. There it was the most painful cries and no one even knew why the once happy curious girl stopped coming around. Only the soldiers who had paid her mind because of all the great words Rey’akana had spoken of her. The sweet child who had all the strength and determination to keep going. Her eyes, were once innocent.

This is not the finally part of this series this is just the beginning! 💓 hope you enjoyed sweet moments of young Y/n!

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[heeeepot]

Toys.

oneshot 💫

pairing: bf!heeseung x female!reader

includes: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), angry sex?, overstimulation, dirty talk, unprotected sex (alwaysss use protection!) assertive heeseung — lmk if I missed anything!

story begins under the cut ! minors, dni:)

After a long day of yelling at people who work for you, all you needed was your girlfriend.

Heeseung was tired, setting down the last file in the cabinet before locking it. Getting ready to go home, he thought about you. About how less the time you guys spend together is getting each day, and it was Heeseung's fault.

He found it difficult to make time for you with all the work coming in unexpectedly, and he understood why you would be so upset about it.

Letting out a sigh, he walked to his car, driving back to his home, it wasn't a house. It was a special girl, Y/n.

Heeseung and Y/n have been dating for 3 years now, but they've been friends for 9.

They went through everything together. Since they were in middle school, everyone knew they were going to end up together, they were too oblivious to even see how much chemistry they had growing up.

That was until they were 18 when they realized they were inlove, one was just braver to admit it. And it was not Heeseung.

That's where it all started, everything was perfect, literally perfect. Until they both started working.

They felt like an old married couple who hasn't had as much intimacy anymore. But, that didn't stop them from going on a couple dates and surprising eachother with gifts time to time.

And that was unfortunately not going to happen tonight. Heeseung had come home late, not being able to buy her a gift.

All these thoughts in his head came to an end when he parked the car. Using the keys to unlock the house, surprised to see you still awake.

"Babe? It's nearly 1 am, what's keeping you up?" Heeseung asked, with obvious exhaustion in his voice.

"That's the problem, Heeseung. It's nearly 1. Do you even know how late that is? What can happen to you out there at this time? Did you even know that I texted and called you numerous times? Heeseung we went over this, I'm getting tired." Voice nearly breaking, Y/n almost didn't hold herself together at the few last words that left her lips.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, please. I know you're tired baby and I'm sorry, I probably don't know how you feel but I know that I'm hurting you, I don't want that."

"Ok, Heeseung. 4th time you said that this week." Y/n said bitterly. She was tired with all the excuses that he had.

Walking off to their room, Heeseung follows her, handing out to her wrist.

"Babe let's talk about thi—" Heeseung was cut off, on the bed was a bunch of toys, Y/n's toys.

Y/n's instincts were to run to them and try to hide it. She knew it wouldn't help but what else was she supposed to do anyway?

"Y/n?" Heeseung's voice was suddenly stern.

"What is it now?"

"Were you— possibly using those while I was at work, baby?"

"Me? Those?" Y/n scoffed, she knew he was onto her but she just wanted to see how far she can go with this.

"Who else would use a vibrator and a dildo, baby?" Heeseung's voice is suddenly low, as if he liked it.

"Don't know, maybe your other bitch left it here." Y/n shrugged. This pissed Heeseung off, he was sensitive when it came to mentioning other girls, he only focused on you.

"Oh, yeah?"

"What do you want, Heeseung? Whatever it is, I won't do it for you." Y/n rolled her eyes, this wasn't attitude, she just wants more attention. (y/n just like me fr)

Y/n turned to enter their bathroom. She suddenly felt a force behind her, pushing her into the bathroom, and suddenly placed on the counter.

"What the fuck, Hee?" Y/n was surprised.

"Don't act like you don't want this, Y/n." Eyes dark, his hair falling in front them.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Hee." Y/n's abdomen was suddenly warm, it turned her on.

"Then I'll show you what I'm talking about." He says, unbuttoning his black polo shirt while his eyes are still locked to yours.

"H-Hee, what are you doing?" You were suddenly nervous, even though this is what you were always asking for.

"Strip." He commanded, Y/n was frozen, just looking down at his body.

"I said strip or I'll do it for you." Voice deep and low, his adam’s apple going up and down with each word that left his lips.

When Heeseung said that, you felt a little bratty. Like how you always were when it came to situations like these.

"Do it for me, baby." You leaned in, you left a kiss on his weak spot. Right under his ear, just above the collarbone. His groans were audible, hips coming closer to yours.

His hands flew to your waist which he starves for everyday. Grip getting tighter with each kiss that left him wanting more and more. Your kisses alone would make him cum, that’s how weak he is when it comes to you.

"You do me so well, Y/n." He whispered, biting his lip careful to not let out moans.

His hands traveling to your smooth thighs, squeezing them. This made you whimper into his neck.

"I love hearing you, baby." He says, squeezing your thighs more.

Your breasts were now against his bare chest, you wanted to lick every muscle he had.

"Tell me, baby. Who were those toys for?" He asked, now reaching for your ass.

"None of your business, Hee." You backed away from his neck, which now had small redish purple patches from your mouth.

"What's the attitude for?" He was getting irritated, he always found your attitude unnecessary.

"I don't see any attitude." You shrugged, getting off the counter then walking back to the room.

He then carried you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the bed, keeping both of your hands in one of his, holding it above your head.

"Heeseung!" You shrieked, struggling to get out from his grip. He was towering over you, crotch to crotch.

He ties your hands to the bed frame, leaving you helpless, and you liked it. You always liked when he was assertive.

He removes your shorts and underwear in one motion, spreading your legs open. He was met with your pussy, full of slick that he was ready to eat off you.

"Your pussy will always be my favorite late night dinner, baby." He says, his face coming closer to your core.

He licks from your hole to your clit, collecting your slick on the tip of his tongue.

"I missed your taste, I’ll call in sick for work anytime for this." He says going in for another lick.

"Fuck, Hee please be gentle." Your voice came out shaky.

"Can’t promise you that, baby." He starts eating you out full on. Sucking on your clit and fucking your hole with his tongue.

This left your legs shaking, your moans couldn't be held back from the immense pleasure you felt. You then feel him enter two long digits in you, he starts curling his fingers and it made you want his long and thick dick inside you.

"My God, baby. More please, give it to me." You moaned, tears swelling up from the overstimulation.

His tongue hitting your clit repeatedly, his fingers pumping deep inside you. Sucking on your clit, he groaned. The vibration was enough to make you cum all over his fingers.

He brought it up to his lips and licked them clean. You were catching your breath, looking at him as he cleaned his fingers with his tongue.

"I’m not done with you." He says, removing his pants and boxers, his dick springs up and hits his abs, you could never forget how big this man is.

He sticks his dick inside you, groaning and gripping on your legs, he puts it on his shoulders, putting you in his favorite position.

He thrusts without a word, your lewd sounds became louder with each thrust.

His eyes locked with your bouncing boobs which were still clothed. Oh how he missed seeing that sight.

"Fuck H-Heeseung! Feels so good baby." You managed to say.

"You wanna use your stupid little toys while I’m at work, huh baby?" He asks still thrusting his dick inside you with a pace.

“N-No. I’m sorry, please." Your eyes rolled back from the mix of pain and pleasure. You clenched on his dick.

It got a loud moan out of him.

"Your tight little cunt is gonna make me cum soon baby, so fucking good for me." He breathes out, his words adding more lube to his dick.

Within a few more thrusts, you knew you were close.

"Baby, gonna cum soon." You moaned, voice all messy from the motions.

"Cum for me, baby." Those words were enough to make you release, your body shook from the scene.

"That's a good girl, I'm cumming soon baby, keep it tight for me." Hips pounding into your abused cunt, you loved letting him own you.

"Fuck baby, am I not fucking you often anymore? How are you taking my dick in better each time?" His head throws back, showing the marks on his neck, hands on your hips.

He cums inside you, filling you till it was dripping out of your pussy. You moaned at his action, he fucks his cum into you.

"Heeseung! Enough, please!" You pleaded, you could only take so much.

Heeseung let out a small laugh, he loved when you suffered, and it was all because of him. He had you under his control.

He eventually stops, dick pulling out still glazed in your combined liquids.

[sri-rachaa]

omg i has an idea for our favourite southern siblings

so like my lil sister would alwaysss attack anyone i was romatically involved with because despite her being younger, she lovesss being protective over mee

soooo lovely being protective over sam when he brings darlin home for the first time? especially since how they know how his last relationship went down???

YES!!!!

Lovely trying their hardest to distance Darlin’ and Sam initially horrified that history might repeat itself, Lovely almost taking the older sibling role by constantly telling Sam to update them about everything and just overall keeping a sharp eye on Darlin’ initially.

Now, eventually developing so much trust in Darlin and seeing them as another sibling figure wasn’t exactly in Lovely’s plan- but inevitably happened.

Now, Darlin’ and Lovely actually joke about it- calling it Lovely ‘helicopter mom’ phase. Lovely likes Darlin’, quite a bit actually, and openly told Sam on more then one occasion that if he screws this up their putting a snake in his bed (lovingly)

[mrs-tsunderemeitantei]

Hi! I'm curious. It's rare to see a Haibara fan not ship CoAi. Is there any reason for you to ship Shiho with other characters and not Conan/Shinichi?

Hi! You're right, it is pretty rare and if you've gone through my blog you'd find most of my opinions and ships downright controversial but these are just my opinions 😂

Anyways, onto my thoughts on CoAi. I am both CoAi and not CoAi at the same time. I know this sounds confusing so I'll explain.

I love the Conan Haibara dynamic as FRIENDS. They've come a long way and their friendship development throughout the show is goals. Haibara and Conan's friendship have come a long way that they always each look out for each other. He looks after her physical and mental safety when there is a BO threat and she covers for him during investigations, whenever he's with Ran and consistently reminds him to not draw too much attention to himself to protect his identity.

Also, can we just appreciate their mum and dad vibes when it comes to looking after the three menaces aka the Defective boys (love them but they always up to no good😂).

Exhibit 1: 👀

Throwback to one of the funniest moments😂👀

Now, why don't I ship CoAi romantically? The answer is veryyyy simple... I am a ShinRan shipper 😂🥰

And besides that, I have other reasons for not shipping CoAi romantically.

Let's be honest, Shinichi is head over heels for Ran and he's oblivious to any romantic advances from any female other than Ran. Not just Haibara, but he also declined his senapi in school before because he only sees Ran.

And while I understand why so many people ship CoAi romantically, I just like them more as friends than lovers. I don't see a spark between them apart from the fact that they share wit, intelligence and their current circumstances

Now I'm gonna say something that might be controversial😗 but I don't want any CoAi fans to be offended or attack me. Please.🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Regarding her feelings for Shinichi, in my opinion it was just a crush. The way I see it, she has escaped a dark, cold past from the BO and Conan was the first person she met who was in the same situation as her. Not only that, but after a while, he warmed up to her, trusted her and showed her the good parts of life.

So I don't blame her for developing feelings for him. I think anyone who had such a traumatic past and manages to escape that then meets someone as warm as Shinichi, you'll definitely have feelings for them since you never experienced that in your past.

Right now, I think Haibara no longer likes Conan romantically anymore. And even if she does, she has accepted his relationship with Ran and even supports them. And anyone who'll say "No she's always reluctant to give him the pill to meet Ran because she still likes him," well, I disagree. The reason she's like that is because that man is reckless and alwaysss brings unnecessary attention to himself.

Also she's constantly warned him that the antidote is a prototype and she's unsure of any side effects so if anything, she's worried about his safety. But other than that, I think she's been very graceful and respectful of his relationship with Ran.

So yeah, bottom line is, I find CoAi friendship goals. But in honour of CoAi fans, I will compile my favourite CoAi moments (funniest canon and non-canon) in other posts.

So stay tuned 💛

[thepenultimateword]

Okay so here I am about to ask you for some continuations~

Can you continue the one from SMUWFY#384 about Villain and Righthand running away from Hero? I wanna know what will happen next and if Righthand will ever make a move on Villain 👉 👈

Love your writing as alwaysss and here are some flowers for you 💐 💐

Thank yoooou! Sorry this took a few days. I wanted to write part three to my Too Tall series, and it kind of burned me out for a little while. But here it is, hopefully with a sufficient amount of intrigue and fluff!

Part One Here

It was in times like these that Villain really hated the entire super clan for being the only people with powers. They liked to hurt and twist and kill in the name of goodness? If Villain had that sort of power, he would return it tenfold in the name of rebellion.

But of course, he didn't have power. Nothing supernatural anyway. So when Hero tossed Righthand into the wall like a doll, all he could do was watch and fight the urge to scream, to curse, to smash his shoulder against the cell bars. Any sort of reaction would just set Hero off worse, and the sadist was already taking far too much pleasure in breaking someone who was already scared of him. Righthand didn't do much to give it away, and Villain was so proud of her for that, but the super had an eye for weakness, and that slight tremble in her shoulders was spotted almost instantaneously.

Villain stood on his toes and fixed his eyes intensely on Righthand's oversized coat as she curled forward instead of standing back up. That coat hid everything. That's how Righthand liked it, but it stressed Villain out. That last throw must have been bad for her to press her forehead to the concrete like that. She held her shoulder. What was wrong with her shoulder? Was it bruised? Was it broken? Was Hero going to hit her even harder now that she was down?

"I'm sorry," Righthand croaked.

Villain inhaled violently and pressed his face against the cold metal door. His feisty, iron-willed, beautiful righthand. Hero's grin turned sick, and he snatched Righthand by the strings of her hood to lift her to his face. "What was that? Something you want to say to me? Why don't you speak up, little criminal?"

"I-I'm-- I'm sorry." Righthand coughed against Hero's half-strangle. Her eyes flashed steely, and her mouth drew out sharp like tightly bound wire. "I'm sorry that you're such a pathetic counterfeit of a real hero."

For a moment, Hero only blinked at her. Then his face went red and then sort of purple. His jaw clenched so tight, it looked like any more pressure would shatter it. Then he exploded in Righthand's face. The scream was accompanied by a gust of wind strong enough to push Villain off his feet. Righthand only turned her head to the side and closed her eyes.

Hero threw her again, this time so hard that Villain heard something in her crack. She gasped, but instead of shrinking away, she pushed herself up on one arm and shouted, "You're not solving anything!" She spit a wad of bloody saliva on the ground in front of her. "You scare and you scare and maybe there's no crime, but people are still dying. Heros are supposed to protect people? Well, who are you protecting? Instead of beating the spirit out of everyone who commits a crime, why not find out the reason they're doing crime in the first place and fix that?"

Hero struck her across the face. Blood dribbled down her chin as she tilted her head back.

"Have you ever thought of that?"

Hero hit her again and again and again and again. He hit her until her eyes rolled, and her arm gave out. Until she was unable to meet his gaze. Then he hit her a couple more times for good measure.

Hero grabbed a Righthand by the hood of her coat and dragged her along behind him like a heavy garbage sack, a streak of blood trailing along behind them.

"Back up," Hero said once at the door of Villain's cell. "Or I'll give you a round two."

Villain hated this. He hated this so much. But as long as Righthand was in that monster's fist, he had no choice. He retreated one step at a time until his bruised back was pressed up against the heavy concrete wall.

The cell door squealed open, and Hero tossed Righthand in a heap on the floor. Hero stared Villain straight in the eyes, as if daring him to move while he was still standing there in the doorway. Villain's nail sunk into his palms in a disorienting cocktail of anger and anxiety. Finally, Hero smirked, clanged the door shut, and walked toward the basement stairs that would lead him back to the bright, warm, ideal part of the supers' house.

Villain scrambled to Righthand's side, ignoring all of his screaming muscles. He leaned his ear against her mouth while pressing two fingers to her neck. Strong pulse, decent breathing. Not dead, just unconscious. Villain picked her up under the arms and pulled her toward the corner of the cell, the pain in his tortured legs causing him to collapse before he reached it. He had to drag himself and Righthand the last few feet, cradling her in his lap once he'd positioned himself comfortably. Warm blood soaked into his shirt along his waist and hip, but it wasn't enough to get worked up about.

He wasn't sure how long he waited with tense body and worried pulse before she finally came to.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," he smiled weakly.

"We still in the mansion?"

She was making sense, but why did she sound so sleepy?

"Yeah. But I'll think of something."

"Mmm," Righthand acknowledged, closing her eyes for a moment. When they opened again, they were shining, and she smirked through her puffy lip. "Maybe I should've asked you to a movie."

Tears pricked in the corners of Villain's eyes. "I'm so sorry," he choked out.

Righthand's expression softened. "Shhh, no, I didn't... didn't mean it that way. Don't worry your cute head. It could've happened anywhere, anytime. That's just how it goes for rebels like us, huh, boss?"

"You think I'm cute?" Villain said. He knew that was the last thing he should be pulling out of her words right now, but he was tired of dancing around it, and if they both might die, he needed it established.

"I think you're the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life," Righthand said. She winced sharply as she reached her hand for his face. "I'm in love with you."

For exactly two seconds, she stared into his soul like a strong, unwavering storm, then her face went bright red. For some reason, it was a relief. It meant she was still acting like herself, completely cool until it came to that having feelings for someone part. A person who still felt embarrassed about confessing love had to be alright.

Villain leaned in close enough for their noses to brush, enjoying the heat rising beneath her skin. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that, you silly, amazing woman?"

Her eyes went wide, partially shocked, partially relieved, partially a question.

He nodded against her forehead with a gentle bump. "I love you too." He pressed his lips to hers as carefully as he could, the burn of his tenderized back muscles reminding him that she was also in a lot of pain. He tasted iron, salt, dirt, all results of her recent encounter with Hero. But he also tasted hints of nearly spent honey chapstick and cinnamon toothpaste from hours ago when they met up for the heist at her apartment, and that was just her.

Villain pulled back. "There's no way they have us beat. I don't care who these heroes are what sort of prison they're holding us in, I'm me, and you're you, and we can outlast or outdo anyone. Got that?"

Righthand nodded firmly.

Right, Villain still had a feud to settle. Bad guys against good guys. They had to get out. They would get out. And they did.

[actuallykiwi]

“My Monster Under the Bed” continuation

(This story was a prompt from @writing-prompt-s written by @bethanythemartian, and this is my continuation.)

The main reason I don’t like talking about it is because you have no idea how hard it was to explain it to the police. Do you really think anyone would believe “the monster under my bed ate an intruder”? Yeah, probably not. 

His screams alerted all the neighbors, and I had to fabricate some story about how I was watching a horror movie and it was the screams of both the movie and I. The hard part was coming up with what horror movie I was watching, and I think I went with Scream or something. 

The harder part was coming back to my room once they left and dealing with what was left of the intruder. They practically spit him out from under the bed, shaking and whimpering. I couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy. He seemed to be fine, aside from being obviously traumatized and missing his left foot.

Which, was funny, it wasn’t bleeding out. Oddly it was covered in some weird clear goop. I guess TUF (Thing Under the Fridge) let him off with a warning this time.

“Hey, I’m, uh, really sorry about your foot...” I crouched next to the guy, who cowered away from me. Another pang of guilt. “Sorry. My, uh, my Monster under the Bed is very protective of me. Could you do me a big favor, though?” 

“Whatever you want, just keep the hell away from me!” 

“Okay, if you could just tell the hospital, or wherever you’re going to get your leg looked at, that you were just attacked by wild dogs or something?” 

 I mean, his missing-foot-leg did have bite marks and what looked like slobber all over it, so it would be believable. 

He agreed, and I helped him to the back door so the neighbors wouldn’t see him. 

“You okay?” They asked as I plopped down onto my bed, shaking and a little traumatized myself. I would hear those screams for weeks. “Not really. Could you, like, not ever do that again?” 

“Sssorry. Wasss protecting you.” 

“I know, but, that was scary. But... thank you.” 

See, I’m sure they would have gladly devoured the poor dude whole, but it was my pleading and begging not to kill him that made them hesitate. They settled for his foot, and kept him quiet while I dealt with the noise complaint. 

That was a while ago. I hadn’t heard from the police since, so I guess they bought his dog story. 

Life went on mostly normal from then on. It was weird having people over, though. One time, I brought a guy home, and we just watched movies and cuddled on the couch for most of the night. Anytime I wanted to drop food to TUF, I had to be discreet so he wouldn’t question it. I would make small chat with them when I went to the bathroom and they hid under the sink. 

My discretion didn’t last, though. He eventually caught me getting ice for my drink and purposely spilling some onto the floor and under the fridge. 

At first I tried to play it off as being clumsy and blaming my now non-existent back pain on not picking it up. This guy was smart, though, and he didn’t buy it. 

I sighed and sat back down with him on the couch. I really liked this guy, and I figured if anyone should know about my hungry shy friend, it was him. 

“Do you... Did you ever believe in monsters under your bed?” 

He laughed. “I mean, I guess when I was little. Though it was more the one in the closet I was worried about.”

I laughed too. “Do you still believe, though? Do you ever wonder if they’re still around?” 

Now he was growing a little concerned. “I... don’t guess so? I don’t know. Why are you asking?” 

I sighed. “When I first moved in here, I accidentally found out that they do exist, well mine does anyway. I dropped some food under the fridge and they thanked me. And it’s kind of been our thing ever since. They are literally the monster under my bed.” Then I explained how it was actually kind, curious, protective, and always freakin’ hungry. 

At this point, his expression was genuinely confused and a little worried, so I sighed again and gently kicked the side of the couch. “Hey, wanna say hi under there?”

For a few moments, I thought they were gonna leave me hanging, and make me look crazy in front of this guy. 

Then, ever so quietly, almost shyly, “Hello.” 

“Whoa!!!” He pulled his legs up on the couch quickly, but he was laughing nervously. “You weren’t joking... Holy crap, that is kinda creepy! It, uh... it won’t eat my feet right?” 

“Oh, God, don’t say that.” 

He laughed again. “Hey, uh, hey down there! How are you?” 

“Good. Hungry. Cheeto?” 

He looked at me and I nodded. Like a kid feeding a duck for the first time, he reluctantly tossed a Cheeto onto the floor. 

“Can’t reach.” 

At this point I was giggling. He looked like me a couple months ago when this all started. He gently nudged the Cheeto under the couch, then ducked upside down to try and see it. That same chuckle came from under the fridge. “Cannot see. Always move.” 

“The Cheeto was gone! That was freaking cool!” He was like a little kid, and now I was in tears laughing. 

This was what it was like for a while. He would come over to hang out often, though I think at this point it was to play with TUF. I didn’t mind, it was pretty entertaining. 

Flash forward to 9 years later. 

We’re married now, living in a big house with a dog and our 5-year-old little girl. TUF moved with us, like they always said they did. The dog knew they were there when we first got him. But it was very fond of its invisible friend, and loved them just as much as we did. 

One night, while putting our daughter to bed, she finally asked the question. 

“Mommy, why do you keep dropping food and ice under things?” 

I exchanged a look with my husband, and smiled. So we told her. We told her about the Monster Under the Bed, but that it wasn’t mean, or evil, or anything bad. Just that it was shy, polite, and always, always hungry.  She giggled and tested it out for herself by dropping a piece of candy under her bed. 

“Thank youuu.” 

She gasped and squealed with excitement, and maybe a little fear. Once we calmed her down, we finally got her to lie down. As we walked from her room, I heard her whisper. “Goodnight, Monster...” 

“Goodnight, Little One.”

As I turned out the lamp for the night, I lie awake for a few minutes, wondering. 

“Hey, Tuf...” 

“Yesss?” 

Their familiar voice slithered from our daughter’s room to ours. 

“Do you think you could become her Monster, not mine? Not that I don’t want you around, but I think she needs you now more than I do. Plus, she already loves you.” 

“If that is what you want, then yess.” 

I smiled and got comfortable in bed, one arm hanging over the side. “Thank you. For everything.” 

And then, maybe I imagined it from being half asleep or already dreaming, I felt something cool and smooth touch my hand, wrapping around it as if holding it. 

“Alwaysss.” 

[adonis-koo]

Okay I read it and I LOVED IT AS ALWAYSSS ❤️💗❤️💗❤️💗❤️ cuz bro FINALLY jungkook finally stuck his penis in the vagina and the fact he recorded it and fucked in a car?? Um all of a sudden i dont have panties anymore?? BUT SRSLY mc and her washing machine of emotions rlly do got me like ‘bro u like him. Admit it, u cumslut’ but then im like this bitch is still trynna get a restraining order, is it time yet?? and then jk’s virginity like what is this dude hiding?? BUT YEA THANK U AND I WUV U ❤️😘

Hahaha yes!! We’ve been waiting for them to fuck for agessss. That scene was highkey ! Probably my favorite like?? MC was really like: ‘aite fuck be in front of the whole lot boi’ HAHAHA anyways I think MC is :(( at a stage of denial about possibly liking Jungkook, and I think it’s mainly because this rinse repeat cycle keeps happening with him, she begins to think he likes her- And then he yucks it all up. And she gets hurt :( so now she’s in denial as way of trying to protect herself but it’s really like a lost cause you feel? 😔🤟

As for Jungkook’s virginity...👀 Shhh

[swiftieforsure]

Literally noone knows me here but i have to be really honest about something and i hope taylor reads it one day i am a huge swiftie,my day starts and ends with listening to her song watching her winning awards and her inspirational speeches,i live in india and she is a very popular western artist here like the most popular and every other person keeps telling me that she is soo huge she will never come to india and u can never meet her and it feels really bad but honestly i might be the only swifte whose primary goal is to not meet taylor(ofc i wanna hug her,i want her to come to india i made a whole ass campaign about lovertourindia) but my primary goal is to make her proud,to go on a platform and tell that i am here coz i never felt demotivated in my life coz an angel supported me throughout my career her name is taylor swift and she is best mentor and a big sister anyone could ask for,first time i heard her was when i was 12 years old n instantly connected to the song called love story coz i have always been a fan of story telling i started listening to her a lot an year after that i got hospitalised for a month that was a life and death situation doctor suggested to play some calm music besides me.. so i asked her to play taylor swift that was the first time i heard innocent n words are not invented of what the song innocent,treacherous and safe and sound has done to me they literally healed me and my mental health..i still remember listening to time turns flames to embers n telling my mom that everything is gonna b alright. I will alwaysss alwayssss love her and acknowledge her hard work,work ethics and beautiful mind and soul,she brought the best in me...i will always love her and would protect her at all cost coz she is the rarest human species @taylorswift @taylornation

[the-house-of-the-nine]

In Depths Below: Vengeance Part 2

A week passed after Kun-Lai...

[ S.K ]   "You know brother dear...for someone who is impeccably busy and short of temper, you keep your quarters well kept...or is it Kross's hand I sense here?"

Siida pondered and slowly sunk into the enormous throne behind her brothers desk, it felt like a behemoth of a place to be sitting. She recalled that he kept these packets of information hidden, as if he knew she would be the one to find them.  Before her were the dossiers that Marseille had been speaking of, those pale eyes flicked over the pages, grateful for her brothers almost possessed style of acquiring information. It was a game that he never gave quarter in it seemed.  

It had taken her a few days of digging to actually recall what the proper process of extracting them was.  Her brother had several fail safes in place for anyone trying to weasel information from his belongings.  But after some due diligence and proper thought, she was able to procure her quarry. 

She paused her reading, looking about as she sighed.  It’d occurred to her in that very moment that this was the last place they sat together.  She would fight back the welling sensation of tears that suddenly began to accumulate just on the rim of her eyelids and she began to blink several times.

“Where are you Lazarius. . .”  she whispered softly. “We. . .I. . .need you...”

[ L.K ]   The pair; the elder child and the younger, the serpent and the flower, they had been growing increasingly close over the weeks and months finalizing the plans to construct the Void Forge.  Lazarius and Siida were bonding in ways it that seemed almost remarkable considering the contrast of their beings.  One an innocent flower, plucked from the streets and thrust into this world; realizing that this was an unbridled madness that consumed so many.  And the other; well, Lazarius was a being of pure unbridled madness that often consumed so many. 

They were a mismatched pair if there ever was one, but even in the wake of so much chaos and destruction, the two found time to sit and read together.  They found time to revel in the luxury of the Bastilles copious chairs and libraries.  Took advantage of tea and biscuits whenever they could.  Regardless it seemed of the work Lazarius had been tasked with, he always found time for his ‘Little Sister’.

“What are you working on this time brother?”  she asked innocently as she peered up over her text, her voice so sickeningly sweet yet laced with just the hint of playfulness, as she teased his diligent work ethic.  Her delicate little fingers peeking up over the large volume marked with a giant ‘IV’, no doubt something she’d been working on for quite some time.

Lazarius peered up from the writing desk that had appeared to have been dragged across the room, indicated by the bunched up throw rug that had curled around the leg and just so conveniently been brought along for the ride.  It was pushed close enough for the two of them to sit side by side, something they often did when reading in the lounge chairs in the library.  But these were his quarters, and the desk was needed.

“These are dossiers, Siida.”  he stated firmly, his brows flattening into a straight line as he gazed toward her. “These men are in part, responsible for our current situation.”

“What situation is that?”  she asked back innocently enough.

“Financially.” the elder sibling added without missing a beat. “We are in the process of being bled dry.”

Lazarius placed the quill onto the top of the reservoir where it could be laid without spilling or leaking onto his work. “You see. . .the political stance in Quel’thalas and for that matter, the entire Horde, is war.”  He began as his black gaze settled on her.

Siida found it was always best to listen to her brother speak rather than question him or interject with more questions.

“The House of Kash’ebahl had been a dutiful supporter of the banshee and her war campaign since the very beginning.  So much so that once these eleven men learned that our estate had collapsed; so too did they find it was the time to capitalize on a ‘lame horse’ for lack of a better analogy.  They are kicking us when we are down.  So. . .they are using blackmail as a means to extract whatever they can from us.” 

Lazarius paused as he turned some of the photographic images toward her in an attempt to let her see who they were.

“I am compiling a full set of work on every last one of them, where they work, live and leisure.  What they do, their talents and weaknesses.  I have been sending my shade Marseille on missions to find what he can on them.  Since the Kash’ebahl name is more or less tarnished, we cannot set foot back in Silvermoon City without escort or disguise.  I don’t want to risk giving these Magisters any more leverage than they need.” 

Siida peered at them, wondering if he was actually doing the right thing by telling her about them.  She would have opted to find some means to bargain with them, save them even.  Death was never her first call to arms. “They are dangerous then?”

“Not inherently no, but like a serpent or any other ambush predator; giving them a means to attack is likely unwise.  Despite their lavish lifestyles and pompous demeanor they are powerful magical users.  But if we do not meet their demands monetarily, well then they will out us.  Reveal to the courts and Magistrate that we are dealing in arms, ammunition's and illegal goods.  Transporting across border lines and even working with Alliance counterparts.  It could end out presence in Quel’thalas permanently, leaving us both stranded in Stormwind with the rest of the Ren’dorei.”

[ L.K ]   “Ssssomething entersss my domain.” the triplicate voice sounding almost like her brothers though clearly female would echo and dance from the walls of the Inquisitors chamber.

Lazarius was known to keep some very odd items in his possession but it was always a gamble on what it could have been.

“Little sssissster, sssweet Sssiida....” the woman’s voice called again from every direction around her. “Why have you come here alone? What isss it you ssseek.”

[ S.K ]   Siida stopped in her readings and glared around the office, the voice made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. It was against her best interest to speak to voices that didn't take any form, but it was her brother....she could trust what he kept hidden away right?

"I'm here seeking to help Lazarius, he's been taken. . .I. . .We." she had done it again, trying to put the Order first in her efforts. “We need to locate him, locate the men who took him...”

[ L.K ]   “Ah . . . Yesss we know...we alwaysss know...we sssaw....we sseee it all...” the voice seemed to echo and dance around the flames of the hearth which was always filled with a crackling fire.  It was nothing shy of a breathy whisper but almost deafening to the mind and ears.

She was looking around the room for some point of origin of this voice, the shadow of a woman slowly walking would catch her eye, but when she looked around there was nobody there. Just that voice bouncing from every corner. 

“The void hasss been watching you closssely little one...you are unique... are you afraid?”

[ S.K ]   “I am not what's important, the order needs my brother back behind this desk..." She regretted looking around the room, such sights were straight out of her childhood nightmares.

She tried to pull her attention back to the files. "I'm not afraid.....” she called back in a firm yet, somewhat nervous tone.

[ L.K ]   “That isss a falsssity. The Nine have sssurvived worssse. It will endure and lassst even without. What isss important isss your limit.”. Suddenly the voice would grow a location, a place of origin.

From the depths of the shadows deeper into his chamber, Siida would bare witness to the creature. A python of monolithic proportions would begin moving toward her. The head of this massive beast was well over a meter in length. Over all, this diamond painted serpent was well into the twelve to fifteen meter range, with a girth the size of an elm tree.

As it slithered and moved closer the pair of eyes on its head would blink and she would suddenly notice it had three pair. The creature slowly made its way toward her. “He isss ssstrong...and will alssso endure...”

[ S.K ]   There were few things in this world that held Siida's mind when it came to fear and sadly her brother and friends seemed to be keen to keep a lot of snakes, though this one took the cake and the very breath from her lungs as she jumped back, sending the chair tumbling and stopping far behind her on the floor.

"My limit?" She stammered out, her hand almost falling upon a sharpened letter opener without thought, but she refrained, keeping calm..

[ L.K ]   “Yesss...your limit Sssiida Ray Kassshebal.”. The creature slithered it’s way up toward the desk and when finally coming up upon her it would rear back on what appeared to be its hind end.

The serpent towered over her and nearly reached the height of the ten meter ceiling. The monster would flick its tongue and hiss at her but it seemed almost docile in its questioning. Her underbelly was a beautiful chromatic array of brilliant colors and as the scales shifted and moved it would make a breathtaking rainbow pattern.

“You will do anything for thisss order? Becaussse thisss isss not about The Massster. Ultimately the Nine mussst endure, your limit must be endlessss to protect the order, not only him.”. The bent creature would curl at its neck and slowly come down while hunching over to look her in the eye with her six. The snake was only a few feet away, God’s it’s flicking tongue was nearly the size of her arm.

[ S.K ]   "Of course I would do whatever I could to keep them all safe....my brother is blood, but they are no less family to me than he." Siida said, finding it very hard to stand still but when been stared down by such a massive and imposing creature, you didn't simply run....no, that would be foolish.

[ L.K ]   “Yesss.”. The being would flick its tongue and offer a slow nod. “The void will offer its vision and ssshould you require my sservice to wrangle what you ssseek...”.

The snake would slowly flick its tongue at her as if tasting the air around her. “You may call me Rassshja’la....I have been in the ssservice of the Inquisssitor for nearly three centuriesss.”

[ S.K ]   Siida tested the name upon her tongue, surprised by how easily it came to her without much practice. "What do you mean, offer it's vision?" Siida was still taking lessons, raw talent was nothing to rest upon.

[ L.K ]   “Little Sssiida.... we sssee all. we are everywhere...”. The massive creature turned and tilted as it kept itself on its hind end while gazing at her. The enormous head of the creature was awesome, like that of a surf board.

Rashjala was often times seen around the neck of Lazarius when in Quel’thalas but here...here in the Bastille she was able to show her true form, as he was as well.

“Gazzze into my eyesss...let me ssshow you what we sssee.”. Words so soft, petals to the ear like that of a lily. Her sweet tones so soothing and calming it made it difficult to really comprehend a forty foot serpent was telepathically speaking to her.

“You wisssh to ssserve the order...sssave your brother... then peer into the void and sssee.”. Clearly Siida knew that nothing ...nothing...NOTHING, the void offered came without some sort of price. But the creature was not here to deceive. Rashjala had been with Lazarius since he was a child. Her six glowing eyes began to shimmer and blaze like small stones in a reflecting pool.

[ P.K ]   Pyravari had suddenly entered her brothers chambers once Koltun had fallen asleep, remembering well Kross had said that she should speak with Siida. Whispers in the halls brought her to this room, her casual attired form now standing in the door way as she witnessed the serpent and Siida having a lovely conversation, Guntram has soared in, taking up residence along a high shelf and even cackled toward the massive serpent. “Rashjala,” Vari’s tone echoed through the room in greeting, likely startling poor Siida but knowing well the serpent had already felt her presence.

[ L.K ]   The snake instantly began to hiss at the sight of the two who so boldly stormed into the domain of her master. “You ssshould not be here Pyravari Kassshebahl.”. Hissed the coiling beast as it wriggled away from the younger sister and slithered back toward the shadows.

Lazarius had the largest room in the Bastille, it would have been on par to the grand hall where meetings were held. It was not hard for the massive creature to meld back within the shadows.

“Death isss not welcome here.”. She was of course referring to the bird. Guntram was not exactly a being this serpent enjoyed, as the void and death were very much opposites in every way. It was only fitting these two made the beast uncomfortable.  Then again, it seemed even the presence of the Lady of the household was enough to send the serpent coiling back into the shadows.

[ S.K ]   In her eagerness to understand and desire to keep those she cared for safe, Siida would have done anything that Rashjala had asked. She had no reason to distrust a creature that had been with her brother so long...but it seemed that her dear sister was there as always to be a guardian of sorts. Her eyes for the first time looked back at dossiers, her mind clearing a bit. "T-these will have the information we need t-to help Lazarius."

[ L.K ]   “Ssshe ssspeaksss the truth...thossse ssshow the locationsss and detailsss on nearly all who ssseek to disssmantle your Houssse, Pyravari Kassshebahl.”. The voice was all that was there. That deep, airy and very throaty voice. It was all around them as it was before when Siida was alone, before the serpent showed her form.

“Take them...leave thisss placcce...”

[ S.K ]   The youngest of the siblings didn't need to be told twice, her heart was thundering in her chest as she took up the files and scurried very quickly from the room, sparing a bow of her head to her sister, not daring to look around for the snake again.

[ L.K ]   Vari reached out and curled her plated fingers around the arm of her youngest sister before she was able to bolt beyond the threshold of the door to their brothers room.

“You must not come here. . .”  she said with a firm voice.  A voice that sounded very reminiscent of a mother scolding her child. “It is not a safe place for any of us. . .”

Safe? Really? Siida looked at her elder sister with some concern.  Her beautiful glowing eyes peering toward her with a shade of fel green.

“Well. . .I would do the same for you. . .I do not fear dear as some may think.  I have just found you both within the matter of a years time. . .I do not intend to lose either of you again. . .my family, this place. . .If I am to protect it, I must risk what is needed.”

She firmly stood gazing up at her sister.  It was not a stance of defiance but instead, to mark that she would go to any length to protect not only her family, but their way of life.  A turning point perhaps.

The Harbinger peered back at Siida with a flattened expression, one that often graced the placid petrified flesh of the former knight.  She was well preserved, always tending to her magical ointments and toners to keep her flesh looking pristine.  Vari was beautiful, and despite undeath claiming her; when she smiled it was absolutely radiant.

She cracked just the slightest of those renowned smiles when she heard the small phrase uttered by her sister. “I need to meet with Kross.  We are going to call a meeting of the council.”  Her plated fingers curled around the dossier packets that were handed to her.

“I will look these over and together with him, determine a just course of action to take. . he will likely sound the bell when we are ready. . .thank you Siida. . .”

Thank you? The young Sin’dorei was beside herself to hear such a statement uttered by not only her  dead elder sister, but by the Harbinger herself.  It was enough to cause her heart to flutter just a moment, but a bow of her head and a proper acknowledgement would be all that came.

“I will take my leave then, and prepare myself to leave once the order is given.”  Siida had no intention of sitting on her hands and waiting for someone to rescue her brother, no not by a long shot.  Whatever the plan would be, she would cast herself into the flame and drag him back herself if needed.

She slowly turned and began to walk down the long corridor back toward the main hall, so she could return to her room.  Vari on the other hand stood there, the whispers and slithering noises coming from her twins room were obvious.  And as it was overtaken by the sound of mighty wings flapping, both she and the raven would leave the massive serpent alone as it wished.  She was proud, but she was determined as well.  Kross would need to see the dossiers, and they would need a plan.  In the coming days those who had sought to decimate her cherished house would realize the full vengeance of not only the Kash’ebahl name, but the entire Order of Nine.

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[endexe]

“   I’m worried about you.   ”   //   @scrunchie​

“   I - I will - I will be okay!   ”   An assurance given even through the still gentle bleeding— the burningburningburn— shape inhale, serenity exhaled, red is all the unknown sees before it quickly melts and they find themself in the living room with Helena. While sitting on the couch, they stare down to see their entire limbs covered in cartoon printed bandaids, what they always ask to get from her regardless of what pain they may experience   (   though when they are hurting the most, when something in them breaks, they often ask her to put a bandaid over their chest— where the heart is   /   THE MOST RUINED PART OF I   ).   “  I - I will be okay…  ”   they repeat, yet more softly to Helena.   “   I - I - I will be okay,   ”   they repeat it for her as if this is simply part of their life: They are meant to hurt, to be hurt.    (   In their life, love is the rotten meat forever stuck between their terrible teeth.   )   Still, they offer her a feeble smile.   “  You - you are - you ARE this town’s BEST nurse! You alwaysss know how to make - how to make people like ME be better in- in- INSTANTLY!   ”   They then lean their arm against her own, a soft form of gratitude, as they touch their chest, where the bandaid is, protecting their ever dying heart.

[hoe-imaginess]

Can we see some headcanons for Law, Ace, and Shanks falling for like a fellow crew member?? Thanks!

I am in love with this concept

Law

•He of course ignores it in the beginning. He’s convinced that it’s just a fluke. That he’s only staring at them for unusually copious amounts of time because he’s trying to figure them out. That he’s only extraordinarily concerned about their well-being because he thinks they’re prone to danger

•At some point though, he’ll have to come to grips with his feelings. Law may be stubborn, but he’s not so hardheaded that he won’t recognize love when he’s feeling it. It’s just not easy to accept. Pretty much every person he’s ever loved is dead, and he still feels somewhere deep down that it’s his fault. It’s a classic case of not wanting to get involved with the crewmate he loves out of fear that they’ll share the same fate somehow

•And that to him, just isn’t fair. Why should someone else suffer because of his love? So he tries hard to ignore his feelings and get rid of them, for both their sakes

•Doesn’t work out too well though. Since he’s captain, it’s only natural he’d be running into the crewmate often. It’s even worse if they’re pretty close (and they probably are, since the Heart Pirates are a close-knit group) because then his feelings only keep growing. There’s a reason he loves them in the first place. So being around them, being reminded of those reasons day after day, hour after hour—it does nothing to alleviate his anxiety

•Law is someone I don’t see ever completely confessing his feelings for someone he loves. They’re just going to know when the time comes. He makes it fairly obvious through actions alone, not always words

•Maybe they’re sick or injured, and he’s by their side literally 24/7 treating them, losing sleep worrying about them, making sure they get their meals before he does. It’s only after they’re healed and they learn that Law did so much for them that they might start suspecting the captain’s feelings

•He doesn’t outright deny his feelings if the crewmate ever confronts him. He knows there’s no denying it if they’ve already caught on. It doesn’t mean he’s going to confess though, not completely. He’d just be very passive about it

They could ask him a simple, “Why?”—Why did he spend so much time caring for them? Why is he so good to them?

And he’ll respond with a simple, “You know why.” And he’d leave it at that

Ace

•He’s probably the type who doesn’t realize he’s falling for them until it’s too late. He just considered them his close crewmate, someone he really enjoyed spending time with. Someone he really really cherished, nothing else really

•As cliche as it sounds, one way Ace might come to realize how much he likes the crewmate is through jealousy. It could be something as simple as noticing that they’re hanging around another crewmate more often, rather than him

•This feeling festers inside of Ace for a while. What did he do? Why aren’t they talking to him anymore? And this is when he starts realizing just how much he likes them. When it’s difficult for him to fall asleep at night without thinking about them, when he sulks on the other side of the ship and watches them interact with the rest of the crew, too conflicted to do anything about it

•Ace is of course rather hotheaded, so any little thing can set him off, especially if he’s convinced they really have been avoiding him for some reason. Which is probably not true at all. Ace is just overreacting because he feels so strongly about them

•But an argument between them might turn into some sort of confession. It probably ends in Ace just angrily kissing them, then storming off

•Conversely, if we’re not going with the whole dramatic confession route, Ace just starts dropping hint after hint that he likes the crewmate until they have to realize it. He’s ridiculously flirty, very touchy, always in their personal space, teasing them, trying to make them blush—literally anything. It’s grossly obvious

•If the crewmate happens to be a woman, Ace becomes a little protective of her? More so than he would if they weren’t a girl. Ace trusts his crew, but not other pirates. So he doesn’t like her going ashore alone for supplies, especially when she goes to stock up on alcohol from bars. Ace always goes with her, warding off lewd glares, beating the shit out of anyone who makes obscene comments. Protective Ace. I live for it

Shanks

•His feelings for the crewmate grow over a span of years. It probably won’t be a sudden thing. Which only makes him fall harder as time goes on

•Shanks is friendly with everyone on his crew, so it would be a little difficult to tell that he was falling for one of them, but not impossible. Of course, someone like Benn would be the first to notice his captain’s love, but he never says anything about it. It’s kind of like a game for the crew members who are aware of Shanks’ feelings: how long can captain wait before he does something stupid and spills the beans?

•It starts out with Shanks asking the crew member he has feelings for to drink with him, more so than he does any of the others. And you know the Red Hair Pirates are always drinking. Drinking parties every night. You already know he throws an arm around them and brings them in close in his drunken enthusiasm. He’d probably even pull them into his lap at one point. He might not see how intimate that is until after he does it, but he’s too drunk (and giddy) to care

•He’s alwaysss joking with them. The highlight of his day is getting to see them laugh or smile, maybe even blush at his humor

•Stays up extra late/wakes up extra early to make sure he catches them while they’re on deck duty. It’s so unhealthy of him to skip out on so much sleep, but it’s worth it to him to be able to see them. He may have those hella dark under eyes, but he’s got a giddy grin on his face the rest of the day

•I headcanon that the Red Hair Pirates take birthdays VERY seriously. Even if someone tries to hide their birthday, or just never mentions it, Shanks finds out. Every Red Hair pirate gets a birthday celebration. No exceptions. The crewmate that Shanks likes is getting a huge celebration

•And it’s at this celebration I can see a drunken Shanks making his first move. On accident, of course. He just can’t think when he’s drunk. He’s a happy drunk. He probably has a private moment with the crewmate and wishes them a happy birthday, then just randomly goes in for a big sloppy kiss

•However, sober Shanks could also confess his feelings during an intimate moment. Maybe the crewmate got hurt? Maybe Shanks feels responsible as captain? Something along those lines. He’s overly worried about them, almost to the point it may seem smothering. Maybe they want an explanation, or maybe he can tell it’s visibly off-putting them. In which case he just has to explain: it’s because he has feelings for them. Feelings beyond that of a captain for a crewmate. Shanks is not a man who’s afraid of saying the words “I love you”, but he needs to gather a little courage first before he does

[dancefiredance]

Surprising even themself, Ozymandias leans into the protection Dragon offers, and crosses their arms to boot. They seem to still be contemplating what to say, lips parting now and then only to once again fall shut. That is when Takhisis pipes up again. 

“Heee meansss no harm. Wasss alwaysss a healeeerrrr. A Doctor.” 

Emphasizing her point, Jevonte instinctively holds his name tag which reads “Dr Jevonte Leitner”, and fiddles with the pin. Having said that, Takhisis gives the astral projection an odd look, leans in just a bit...then retreats to where she was curled up around her sorcerer, and gently nudges their cheek. 

“...Can you..” Ozymandias starts, but their voice cracks so they clear their throat and try again, this time steadier. “Give me a week. I will.. send you a card, with a number and an address. Exactly a week from now, if you read it out loud, it’ll open the door to my shop. Then...then we can talk.”

“You have your own shop now...?”, the question comes, but instead of uncertainty or suspicion there’s joy behind it, in the ghost of a smile that forms on the man’s lips. He makes as if to say something more, and Ozymandias mirrors that intend- but they both pause, sigh, in a manner almost identical, then Jevonte nods. 

“...A week then. Of course, if that’s what you want. ...I’ll be there.” 

He turns then his attention to Dragon, varely taking a look at him before once again lowering his head in deference, 

“You have my sincere apologies again, Great Dragon of the Carpathians, for my intrusion, and for disrupting your rest. I’m relieved to see Theseus is in good hands, and not in danger.”

The mage’s form flickers then in and out of eistence, the mage’s focus wavering. He looks at something out of sight again and frowns, his brows furrowing in a way that has left permanent wrinkles by now. Jevonte raises a hand, as if to dismiss whatever spell has allowed him to project himself- then pauses, smiles at Ozymandias who looks back with an odd expression, 

“...I’m glad you’re safe, Tish.”  

, and vanishes. 

The sorcerer falls silent. Rather than keeping them crossed, they’ve now wrapped their arms around themself, fists clenching the fabric of their sleeping garments at the same time as Takhisis wraps herself tighter around them. “I...”, they take in a shaky breath, let it out, “I’m sorry, for all this. I didn’t-”, the words are caught in their throat and they struggle to get the out properly. “...I’m sorry.”

@grandpa-dragon [It was dark at the Carpathians. Partially due to the dark clouds gathering overhead and blocking out the sun, and partially due to the time, which was merely an hour shy of daybreak. Those of the beloved menagerie walked, flew, crawled and, skittered to their chambers, save for the ones too mortal still, whom the sunlight did not harm, and silence begun to fall throughout the Great Dragon’s Castle…promptly interrupted by the unmistakeable, persistent sound of a call.]

[ellensreadingsess]

What I’ve been reading lately...

29-JUL-2020 Wow so it looks like I'm finishing books faster than I can write reviews and self summaries for them. Here are some quick summaries and reviews of the books I've been reading recently:

Hunger by Roxane Gay

Memoir

This was an interesting memoir and tells of the memories and experiences of an overweight woman and her body. A woman who was raped when barely a teenager and how that traumatic point lead to the future gain of weight in order to protect her body and how her weight affected and shaped areas of her life and personal experiences. This book was very raw and vulnerable.  Just to talk about your body in the spotlight is already difficult for many woman, but also to open up about the rape and assault that she had suppressed for much of her life is such a powerful thing.  Taking  a quick moment to acknowledge that Gay shows much resilience in her experiences and has personally been through much more than most people can ever relate to. I definitely commend her for writing this book. As for the actual read for me, something about this book was not quite as fulfilling as I thought it would be. If anything it made me a little more aware of the struggles and challenges that overweight person faces on a regular basis. It shows how our society is sculpted to not accept every body shape, but have the history and ongoing engrained mindset of designing a world for fit and non overweigh people. It does make the reader realize that larger people face their own day to day struggle in doing tasks or facing opinions that the non overweight person wouldn't think twice about. But to say it was eye opening about overweight people isn't quite the takeaway. If anything this books shows how one deep dark experience can shape a person's reality and the further they get wrapped into a form of thinking can be detrimental to other areas of your life both subconsciously and consciously. Something about the book was also slightly repetitive in how it described the challenges larger people faced  and how she was aware that losing weight would ultimately make for a healthier life, but also showed the refusal and back steps that often happened among making progress. I'm not sure if this would make it on my top must read memoirs, but it was a quick and easy to follow read. Overall rating: 5/10

Born A Crime by Trevor Noah Memoir, Comedy

Trevor Noah has quickly become one of my favorite comedians and television personalities. Especially after the speech and insight he gave after the Amy Cooper and George Floyd incidents earlier this year, I've really enjoyed how he can go from talking about something very serious and address the hard to talk about topics and also know the correct timing of a well humored sarcastic joke. That's exactly how this memoir of his was written as well. I literally inhaled this book, it was fun to read which I don't say often about books. This book was more than just a memoir, it was almost a book dedication to his mother and told the story of his mother raising him in South Africa during apartheid (which I had no idea what that was before this book but it was the racial policies that segregated white and black in South Africa.) Can I just say how ignorant it was of me before this book to not be aware of apartheid and that South Africa also experienced its own forms of racial injustice… in my mind I assumed Africa would be the one place racism wouldn't be a factor in policies and government but I was definitely wrong and ignorant to assume that… Okay so back to the book review, the book beautifully told of Trevor's mom and her strong personality and how her risks ad sacrifices created Trevor, who was literally "Born a Crime" as whites and black were not allowed to have sexual relations during apartheid. It shows her courage, strength, and ability to overcome so many huge obstacles. The book also outlines Trevor's childhood experiences in comedic ways, his struggle in where he belonged being a colored kid and not sure to identify himself with black or white. But how you have to pick a side and the consequences of that in different scenarios. This story also tells of the hustle and troubles that Trevor got into as a kid and teenager. His last chapter details of the abusive relationship his stepfather had on the family how this even lead to his mother being shot in the back of head (ultimately surviving thankfully).  I love Trevor's humor so I felt this was written and told perfectly, similar to how I love watching his news reports on current events. I wish there was a Part 2 or more stories detailing of his immigration to America and starting his life here, but this story is lovingly written about his mother so you can't go wrong with reading this. If Trevor Noah ever does decide to write a second book, I will definitely be picking that up! Overall rating: 8/10

Dear Girls by Ali Wong Memoir, Comedy

So I'll admit first that I don't watch a lot of Ali Wong's comedy and stand up, so I was not aware of her very raunchy and disgusting humor. It's a humor that talks of doodoo, queefing, wet spots, all the things if you're not slightly prepared, you might be easily appalled. Anyways, I got this book from the Libby app and used the audiobook form, which I think was absolutely necessary for this book. Hot tip: if you pick up a book with a comedian as the author, alwaysss try to get the audiobook version! It's so much more worth it to hear their jokes and screams and accents. So would recommend listening to this with an audiobook, and there are just some random ass stories parts so this isn’t really the kind of book where you need to listen and hear every single detail, trust me for this one, you won't need to remember how many guys can't keep their erection up to get through the message of this book. So this book is actually told in the form of a letter to her two young girls. They are apparently very young right now (4 or 5 something like that) and this book is meant for them after they turn 21, which thank goodness because I couldn't imagine as a kid wanting to read some of these graphic stories, but by the time those girls turn 21, I'm sure they'll be more than prepared with Ali Wong as a mother to hear what's in this book. I keep getting off track in this review, but maybe that’s almost reflective of how this book is told too. The first 5 chapters were a little more raunchy than I was expecting so I didn't love and connect with the story very much. During the 6th chapter Wong talks about her experiences studying abroad and being in Hawaii and Vietnam. Then goes in the future chapters a little more about being Asian American and her upbringing and connection to her culture, family and roots while still being open minded to other experiences around her. These were the chapters that made me appreciate Ali Wong a little more and coming from an Asian background, there were certain stories and anecdotes I was able to relate to well. This is definitely an audiobook type story, I'm glad I didn't spend time trying to "absorb" anything through the print really because I found it kind of futile after just listening to her. This is a fun book to listen to on car rides or walks, or wherever you listen to audiobooks. I'm not sure if I would have enjoyed this as much if I were physically reading this, but I did enjoy this and have a little more appreciation for her raunchy unfiltered humor. Overall rating: 6.5/10

[shadowgodling]

"Master is good," Shadow Bakura agreed a little more confidence in his voice now. "I love him. And Godling... I don't want you to feel bad about what you did before to protect... her. I mean, I'm still here, right?"

“You are ssstill here. But it I did sssomething unforgivable to you. Your sssurvival doesssn’t undo what wasss done.” He lowered his head. “It makesss me afraid. When I wass made I wasss weak. I wasss not ssso dangerouss. Now I can kill anyone. I have not alwaysss killed the right people. I love you and I carry thisss memory forever now. The feeling of killing you.”