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[whyeverr]

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Thank you, Berry! Love you too, babes! 🌼

I am truly the wooooOooorst~ at responding to these in a timely fashion (forever ignoring my inbox until I'm up to my neck in asks! 🫣) so I'm dropping a bunch more to say thank you (where are my manners!?) below the cut 💗

Thank you to @moonwoodhollow @akitasimblr @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants @pocketgnome @sensitive-trait @lilacacia @tipsy-clouds @caffeinatedtrait @introvertedfox @mysimsloveaffair @pink-chevalier (and anyone else I missed!)

✨💗 old friends and new, I love and appreciate you! Boop! 💗✨

[readychilledwine]

Azriel Week Day 3 Prompt - The Knife in the Dark - The Fall of Icarus

Summary - Waking up alone in a dark cell was not part of your mission plans, only you're not alone.

Warnings - torture, mentions of blood, Azriel being scary

A/n - I've never wrote a torture scene before 👀👀👀👀 I don't know if I'll ever write one again. Not 100% proud of this @azrielappreciationweek piece, but not hating it either.

Chains. You had always hated chains. You tugged at the ones on your wrists again, flinching as they cut into the soft skin of your wrist and gave in. 

"You're awake. Good, I was getting bored," you glared towards the darkness that voice came from, arms aching. Your father had warned you to enter the Night Court carefully, and you had. Which made this reality much harder to accept.

Blue siphons began to shine in the darkness in front of you, a large male looking as if he was death himself coming towards you. "Who are you and where did you come from?"

"Get Rhysand. He will know who I am and why I am here." That you realized was the wrong answer. A sharp blade pressed against the hollow point of your throat, causing you to whimper softly as you felt it nick the soft skin there. 

He smirked, "You are in no position to be making demands, little one." You steeled yourself, having sworn to your parents to speak to Rhysand and Rhysand only after he answered a riddle correctly. "Who are you and why are you here?"

You took a deep breath, the bargain tattoo burning as you contemplated breaking it. You made your choice, remembering who you were and your position in your home, and raised your head defiantly. "I will speak to Rhysand and no one else, dog, per my orders."

Azriel put a hand above your shoulder, making you silently grateful you had hidden your wings. "Where did you come from? I will send them a part of you so they know you failed. At least you'll die a loyal fool, though." At speed your mind hardly registered, he cut you.

First the inner part of your left bicep, then diagonally across your stomach, then across the tops of both thighs. You out your head against the stonewall, breathing deeply through the pain. "Kill me and you will find Pryithian lost for help in your upcoming war."

Azriel paused then. "And how would that be, little one." That blade dug back into your throat, and you sent a prayer to the Mother. This is how you'd die. You would die after being sent to Rhysand to ask why an illyrian male had been flying over Cretea and to offer assistance. 

You whispered softly. "I can't tell you." Death would come your way before the dishonor of breaking a bargain with your father, possibly endangering your fae. "I have orders."

Azriel slide that blade down the front of your shirt. "You'll die for your orders instead of just telling me the answers to my questions?"

You nodded. "I'll die for the safety of my home." Azriel didn't want to tell you how he understood. He didn't want to comfort you before doing what he was about to do. He sunk and twisted that blade into your left thigh, barely avoiding that crucial artery before pulling the blade out and putting it into your right hand, making you scream out and tears begin to fall. 

You don't know how long it went on for. Minutes, hours, days. He'd ask you the same three questions, anger setting in more and more for him as you denied him each time. You were beyond grateful were darkness found you again. Slipping into unconsciousness and falling limo against that stonewall.

Azriel lead Rhysand and Cassian to the room, opening it for him. He watched as Rhysand's face fell, his eyes going wide before he ran, ripping the heavy key ring from Azriel and unlocking the female prisoner. 

He went to the ground holding her, rocking her gently while he whispered to her it would be okay. "GO GET A FUCKING HEALER!" It wasn't Rhysand who yelled that at him, but his high lord commanding it. Cassian went instantly while Azriel stood paralyzed. 

"Sssssssshhhh," Azriel watched as Rhysand brushed a hair behind your ear. "You're okay little angel. It's going to be okay."

Azriel heard you speak weakly, "Icarus-"

Rhys interrupted voice broken, "Laughted as he fell and screamed to the winds. There's bitter triumph in failure, joy in the crash, and excitement in falling instead of soaring." The bargain and protect ward faded off of you, revealing those soft feathered wings. "I have you, y/n, you will be fine."

Azriel sat by your side on Rhysand's bitter angry orders. He didn't know how he didn't see it, those familiar doe eyes, that hair, your nose. Rhys was in the room, deep into a letter and scratching the parchment with rushed strokes. 

Parchment he was using to inform Maryam and Drakon of their youngest daughter's torture at Azriel's hands. Your little hand twitched in his and he moved instantly getting water ready for you as you shot awake, body fully healed from Madja, Rhysand, and Lucien's efforts. 

Rhys stiffened instantly, hearing the change in your breathing and set his pen down to come to your other side. "I'm glad you're awake." He offered gently. "Do you want anything?" 

You shook your head, moving closer to him and away from Azriel. It shouldn't have hurt him the way it did. But it had. It cut him deeply that his friend's daughter was afraid of him now. "I want to go home." 

Rhys nodded at the answer. "Why are you here, darling?"

"There was an Illyrian male flying over the ruins of Cretea. Why?"

Azriel shut his eyes. You had been sent as a contact point. He tortured not just his friend's daughter, but a potential allies' contact point. Rhysand inclined his head to Azriel. "I sent him to look for all of you and ask for help with the war we are about to face against Hybern. We assumed you all ran with Jurian looking for your mother." Rhysand offered you the water Azriel was holding. "Do you know if they will stand with us?" 

You shook your head in uncertainty. "I do not make those calls. My father and brothers do. I could have said yes before, but now, I-" You shook your head. "I do not know what dad will say when he hears of this."

Rhys nodded, understanding completely. "He would have never hurt you had he known. We understand why you were so heavily glamored. I know it is a lot to ask right now, but hopefully someday you'll understand why he did what he did."

Summer was beautiful, even if you were currently there being healed after one of Hyberns generals had singled you out. Madja was mending one of your wings, her wrinkled hands moving through the feathers and healing the bones slowly. 

Rhysand had pulled your father out moments ago, mentioning he had a prisoner that he needed your father to decide the fate of. 

You leaned further into Morrigan, appreciating the way she was comforting you by scratching your scalp with her long nails. She froze suddenly, face growing pale as she looked towards the entrance of the tent. Madja gasped loudly, leaving your back go look over who ever had just entered. 

Heavy footsteps made their way towards you, and you looked to see them belonging to a heavily siphoned male, blood soaking his armor and leather wings. You stared at Azriel's face, a brow raised, "Yes?"

"Your father sent me to inform you he is dead." You nodded, looking into those hazel eyes, "and that my debt is paid." You nodded again as Mor silently excused herself and Azriel took her place. 

"How'd you do it?"

Azriel chuckled. "Skinned him alive. One strip for every feather he ripped out and broken bone he gave you."

[ateez-himari]

Hi bb!!???? You just made me crazy with your last post so I'm here to yap like usual😪

Ummmmm first question DO YOU WANT ME D€AD?? LIKE SHAKE THAT BOOTY COUPLE CHOREOGRAPHY WASN'T ON MY BINGO CARD(but I'm glad you did it hehehehehe🤫🤫🤫)

I have questionsss (literally brings a smile on my face everytime you reply🫣)

Sooo first question do you have any certain idea about hima's styling in iomt era?🫠 Cause I can picture her wearing similar clothes to kiof in igloo but more classy ig?

Did mimi do any iomt challenges with hobi and jin? And did she do the running wild trend (it was so funny for no reason😭)

3rddddddd during yoongi's enlistment has hima ever sent him any of the songs on the album for advice?or even hearing the finished version? 👀

And lastly are you able to tell me a specific voice claim for mimi?

Love you bb mwahhh💓���

Omg Mina! 🥹🌸💕 I swear every time I see your name in my inbox I get excited, you always have so many new questions and I love it! (I made myself crazy too bc Mafia Himari ??? Hello ???)

It's actually Mingi that wants you dead because it started out as a solo break but he wasn't satisfied, so he choreographed a little couple moment 🤧This is their first comeback as lovers (officially) so he wanted to show it. (He's also jealous of the amount of 'intimate' choreography she has with San so he has to assert his claim yk 🤭...but he has to try really hard to not grab his gf's ass on camera-)

• I had general styling ideas before you asked that but you made me want to get specific (that's why it took so long to reply 😔) so I got to researching and this is the draft I got from it;

Solo Scene [1]; Black Lace Bustier. Black Suit Pants. An Unbuttoned Medusa Biggie Single-Breasted Blazer (Versace) - slightly customized since it's a man's suit jacket. Medusa '95 Satin Sandals 115mm (Versace) Jewelry (Versace); Barocco Leaf Chain Bracelet. Bind Choker & Medusa Greca Necklace. Assorted Rings - From Chrome Hearts & Cartier. Claw Rings

Solo Scenes [2 & 3]; I ♡ Baroque Bathrobe (White). White Lace Trim Cami Slip Short Nightgown (Handmade by Donatella). Garavani EveningGlam Platform Sandal With 120mm Crystals (Valentino - only for scene 3) Jewelry (Ephemeral Collection); Lariat & Choker Chain. Assorted Rings. Angel Wings Ear Cuffs. Thigh Chain

Group Scene; Off Shoulder Contraption Blazer (Custom YSL). Pants in Grain De Poudre (YSL). Medusa '95 Lace-Up Boots 35mm (Versace) Jewelry; Cross Necklace (Gift from Yunho). Assorted Rings (Unknown Collection). Juste Un Clou Hoop Earring, Small Model (Cartier). Safety Pin Earrings (Versace)

• Jin actually dragged her into the trend before he called J-Hope as 'payment' for not calling him enough during his service, and he kept the scene of her tripping and falling flat on her face- 😭. She's done the IOMT challenge with Jin but not J-Hope since he's in L.A (I'm not sure if he still is)

• Hima has sent all of them to Yoongi but never before the draft was finished, not so much because she wanted advice but because she still needs confirmation from her older brother. She always seeks his approval when she does something right so it was mainly for this. She also technically TECHNICALLY leaked the album by sending him the finished versions a week before the release date 🤫

• I think I said this in another post but I'll say this here too! Speaking; Natty (Kiss Of Life). Singing; Suhyun (AKMU). Rapping; Yeeun (El7z Up - Former CLC)

Love you too sweet, MMMWAH 😘🩷🎀

[w98pops]

So Nico's parents were Khans 👀👀👀

YES!!

I didn't really thought out them that much, Nico is a new character after all and I wanted to explore him a bit, before going all in into my obsession with writing a whole bloodline with 15 generations and personal backstories for each and everyone.

BUT. I have a silly little drawing of them ⬇️

They both were kids at the time of New Khans wipeout, first generation Great Khans. They were good friends with Papa Khan. (Pretty much the only reason Nico was allowed back in. Papa recognised the memorabilia that Nicodemus has on the hilt of his machete-sword, that one of his moms wore.)

I don't think Nico had any thoughts about his parents before the meeting with Papa, he never remembered them and the only reason he got his mom's necklace back is because Aletus won it in caravan from a legionary who participated in killing of Nico's parents.

About their death, I think Legion not in a million years could've openly confront Khans, they unknowingly found Nicodemus' moms in a vulnerable position (They were having sort of vacation, to celebrate their child's birth) and AFTER losing 12 good soldiers to raid this one house, and finding just two Great Khan women and a child, Legate and Caesar took a note of the tribe's strength, which contributed years later in the decision to try to negotiate "peace" with Khans, instead of just doing it the Legion way.

Also, in my playthrough as Wendy I did expose Legion's plan to Khans, which now that I think about it kinda doesn't make sense because at that point in time Wendy had no real agenda against the people who she literally grew up with.

I think she visited Red Rock twice, before the Fort, and after. Before the Fort she just kinda hang out, met Nicodemus and Chance, and then after her witnessing the horrors of the Legion she never faced as a child, and having a talk with her dad, she deliberately came back to convince Papa (and Nico) to drop this stuff.

Nico got some insight about his parents from Papa, came back to the Legion, got demoted from the frumentarii position because of a failed negotiation, (not crucified only because Nico is too valuable of an asset and also too heavy to lift him up on a cross) was sent to Arizona, deserted and joined the Khans.

Silly chain of consequences regarding the necklace ⬇️

Aletus just randomly won it > Aletus remembered it belonged to Nico's parents > Aletus gave Nico the necklace > Nico thought it looked like the Eye of the Providence, religious man he is, and kept it > Papa recognised it > Wendy and Papa provided Nico with information that changed his life forever > Nico is now on the right path and fixing the mistakes he made > The world is a little bit better!!

It's a bit silly and I just realized I barely talked about the question at hand and just rambled about Nico's relationship with Khans 😭 But hopefully it's fine.

Thank you so much for the ask and letting me ramble about my characters!!! Much much love 💗

[ctimenefic]

Canine teeth in the side of my neck for the WIP game 👀🍷

Hehe, so this is one of my runs at the @motorsport-halloween fest, and it's a take on a semi-mundane supernatural community, sort of in the vein of Being Human or WWDITS - like, it's a secret that vampires/werewolves/witches exist, but not a good secret. Alex becomes the new werewolf liaison for dealing with vampire and coven bureaucracy and learns the importance of proper documentation. Featuring Vampire!George and Witch!Charles and protracted negotiations on who, exactly, is allowed to bite whom. Also unicorns and me sassing various places in Oxfordshire, land of nightmares.

Snippet below cut because I could not snip succinctly!

It’s a Milton Keynes month, which means Alex can drag the farm’s Land Rover out of the barn to make the meeting. It’s a rollicking drive down country lanes too narrow for the speeds he hits, but he’s still amped up on full moon adrenaline, senses as sharp as his teeth. 

And he’s keen too - he’d actually gone through the notes George had sent, neatly typed and collated, and written his own questions in the margin about hunt rotations and who had precedent over what issues. There was a whole subsection to the terms on unicorns that he is 98% certain is a joke, so he’ll have to work out a way to ask without looking like a gullible fool, but even that feels fun. Since Seb went wandering, there’s been a chronic shortage of people to tease on the farm. 

The official meeting spot is a bleak and ancient industrial park just opposite an even bleaker abandoned train yard. Sheets of old corrugated iron creak in the wind, rusted out cars make the whole place reek like blood, and the deep cracks in the concrete look like black bile leaking from the hollowed out mouths of the gaping garages. On the one hand, it’s perfect – exactly the kind of place sensible humans looking to avoid horrible monsters would avoid. 

On the other hand, it’s full of teenagers drinking cider and fingering each other in spots that aren’t dark enough for Alex’s liking. The sweep of his headlights across the open chain link gates makes the most obvious couples scatter like rats, but he can still hear them.

George is hovering just outside the gates, looking deeply unhappy. Alex parks up and gives him a sympathetic look. 

“The smell?” he asks, and George shudders. 

“Whiteclaw on Lynx. Hideous.”

“We were all young once.”

George wrinkles his nose. “Not like that.”

Alex is prevented from discovering exactly what a young, alive George Russell was like by the back door of the Land Rover opening and someone helping themselves to the seat. “Can we go, please? The horny teens are giving me a headache. Too many orgasms.”

“Too much information! Who the fuck are you?”

“Oh,” the creature in the back seat says. “You’re not Seb. This is Seb’s car.”

��It’s my fucking car, weirdo, so-”

“Alex,” George cuts in, sliding into the passenger seat beside him, “may I have the dubious honour of introducing Charles Leclerc, leader and liaison of Oxfordshire’s finest coven? Charles, this is Alex, the new lycan liaison. You missed his first meeting,” he adds, a note of reproach in his voice that has Charles rolling his eyes.

Then Charles switches his attention to Alex, meeting his gaze in the rear view mirror, and Alex is abruptly pinned to his seat. There’s power in that look, power in Charles’s presence, the way he looks, a little too good to be true. With the wolf still close to the surface, it makes Alex feel trapped, wary. 

“Charles.” George’s voice hits a resonance, low and dark, that Alex hasn’t heard before. A moment passes, then Charles smiles, impish, and the heavy pressure in the Land Rover lifts away.

“Just checking! Where are we going that is away from the shagging?” he asks.

[aye-aye-captain]

hope you feel better soon! Here's an ask that is mainly a formal invitation to post all your favourite Lindsay pics, with the question of whether itd be okay with you if artists use them as refs for Pellew or other art? 👀

Hello! Thank you! 🩵 and thanks for the lovely ask! If you meant my own screenshot, I must admit that I don't have many since all of my favourite moments end up being GIFs in the end 😅 And yes! Totally, I think reference pics or screenshots can be super useful, (and the more Pellew art the better! 😍) so I'll continue this answer with my favourite Pellew pic ever, the original scanned version was sent to me by the lovely @amalthea9 💙 and I edited that one a bit, so here's the edited one:

(mind you, this is a screenshot of it since the original is very big) but I just LOVE IT so much since there aren't many glamorous shots of Pellew out there.

Here's some of my favourite Robert Lindsay pics under the cut! 😁

1. I'm starting with this most recent one I saw on Instagram a few days ago. I just love his outfit! The vest! The chain! Aaahh!

2. This one from a play. Looks like a romance novel cover! I can totally imagine Pellew like this.

3. Do I have to say anything? 😍

4. This one is pure gold.

5. He was giving an interview in this lighting and setting... 🫠🫠🫠

6. Also an interview, kept playing with his fake moustache 😆

7. One more Pellew "glamour" shot lol

8. Aaaaaand I'm ending it with this one. Love him 😁😁

[enchanted1waters]

{Dancing on blades }

Ellie williams enemies to lovers x f!reader

Warnings: smut in the next chapter 👀, gotta build up that tension fr. VIOLENCE. minorsdn! GORE.

Idfk how many words <3 enjoy

Fog and storm clouds slowly crept in as the sun began to set, leaving only a sliver of light to cascade over and through the leaves of the tall trees and vines. I slowly crept through the brush, spacing out the entire time we walked. I was an offensive general mainly, I owned two katanas. Certified in aim and precision in my blade work. Not a single soldier has had a chance up against my rage. My sister was recently killed, 1 month, 2 weeks, and 1 day. She was my other half, the only symbol of life worth living since our parents passed. Until I heard a twig snap in the tall grass.

Up until this catastrophe of a meet cute, I was a part of a group called the shadow stalkers, now before you go saying oh my god, why the hell would you guys name yourself out of the most creepy creature- well to start off my rant, ehm I DONT FUCKING KNOW ASK THE GODDAMN LEADER, HELAGIN. MAYBE BECAUSE WE'RE HUGE ON STEALTH? WE LITERALLY AREN'T HEARD OF UNTIL WERE SLITTING YOUR THROATS IN YOUR SLEEP? Sorry, I quite hate that question. It's a very frequent question for newcomers. Even the idiotic newbies they continue to put on my assigned missions.

Carrying on my ignorant group I was assigned to consists of 3 poorly trained men, all which I hate expect one. The rest contains 2 women who are pretty educated just not physically. The qualified being posted at base considering the current outbreak of violence following my sisters death. All of these people quite literally never stop talking, hence me not hearing their signaling in my ear piece. Ya see I sent myself off to take my total happy ass up to find a place for my quadrant to sleep tonight, secure it and radio it in to the team. One that was being led by sergeant l Adams, a white, blonde, blue eyed, 5'10 on a good day man. "Better get a move on, General Vilaria." His egotistical voice boomed in my ear piece as I walked up the street scouting. "Watch it Malibu Ken, wouldn't want you to hurt your plastic voice box running your mouth." I retorted back in a mocking matter, causing a lot of them to respond with giggles and chuckles over the line. Which led me to switch it off.

So I then took my sweet time. Walking up to the Seattle hotel, and walking right in, my eyes caught a glimpse of the chandelier. Gears turning in my head, took only two minutes for me to block the entrance, set the traps by the hallways and aim for the chain holding up the gigantic crystal light fixture. My finger squeezing the trigger followed by the bone rattling sound as the masterpiece shattered, alarming everything in the building to come flooding towards me. About 4 or 5 runners instantly blown up on the traps, one clicker left crawling it's way towards me only to then be fed my blade down it's throat.

Hotel cleared, secured, now to scavange, but first I needed to turn my ear piece on to radio in. Then a very strange noise filled my ear as I flipped it on, static. Nothing, this wasn't new. This happened sometimes if our directed quad was out of range, nothing a few flights of stairs and finding a lookout point wouldnt solve. I quickly found a ledge to search from. I saw officers 16, 23, 72, 54, and.....9 was no where to be seen. My eyes showered intensely over the valley attempting to find the number 9 desperately. That's when I saw leaves moving. Yet I couldn't make out what was causing this, so I pulled out my sniper rifle off of my strap back. Focusing in, my eyes sadly didn't find 9 getting up but instead sliced by the neck in one swift motion by a figure. A gasp fell from my mouth, not from horror and the desensitized gore but the sudden attack and not being able to radio it in.

Not wanting to let the intruder know of my awareness, I threw a rock towards a van next to officer 56, Adams. He quickly jumped back, following my line of sight, to which I subtly coaxed my forced companion towards the figures whereabouts. The blonde boy instead just swatted his hand and turned back around. I swore at least 50 times. Looking through my scope in frustration, I hit my knee once more. Fuck, he isn't gonna listen and get the rest of them killed. As I moved my scope slightly over the horizon, I was met with reality hit straight to my face, seeing as all 4 remaining quadrant officers were already face down or slit open. When I attempted to relocate Sergeant Adams, the figure had him in a chokehold. Then only was my vision met with brown, cold, hard eyes.

Fuck.

I had been alone plenty of times, but knowing I had now made eye contact with the successor of the fallen teammates. That sent chills on my fight or flight instincts.

That's when my senses rang a sound from the bottom of the building. Heavy footsteps. My adrenaline suddenly coursing through my veins. As I counted the footsteps and voices. I felt the strategy in the air, quickly throwing my past objective out of the window. I found myself listening for the door to click, and it did.

"You sure it was a girl? We had a male kill 12 of our soldiers." The man's voice grumbled through the air. "Yes. Nora reported a brunette with short hair. Girl that was with the bastard Abby bashed in." My heart pounded, hands starting to slip from my hiding place. That's when I heard the floor creak as the man entered the bathroom. "I can still hear her begging Abby to stop, boo FUCKING hoo." His laugh rang like poison in my lungs. The taste sour on my tongue. The millisecond he stepped beneath me, I let go of the ceiling's inner walls. In the brief falling action, I felt free, yet so spiteful. Every tear spilling into this moment fed a booming monster of grief. Leading to taking to it out on every goddamn being that stands in my waym

As I made contact with the muscular man Imediately began to claw at his eyeballs, causing him to send me flying back sandwiched between his back and a tile wall. My ears ringing at the crunch of tile and a rib of mine. The squash of his eye as my left hand finally dug it's burrow, I seized his moment of agony to grab my dagger attached to my belt. Swinging my right arm across his entire neck, yet just before pulling back I was cut off by a loud. "WAIT!" a woman, finding herself walking in on an intense battle, pointing a gun at me. "Don't you dare you little bitch", she says. My eyes met hers; in moments like these I experience dissociation. Yet for viewer experience, here I was eyes blown wide with blood lust, blood gushing down my hand, as I held a blade to a man's jugular, spitting the words, "or what." This version never met my sister except once. Once when we were still on the ranch. I still remember the fear in her eyes and she pulled my relentless 13 year old self off of the coward of a man. Snapped out of a trance as my eyes met hers. My soft skin now tarnished with blood stains. Yet Kai held me so gently. As if I would break if she held me a smidge firmer. "It's okay, little butterfly. He's not gonna hurt us anymore. We're safe. I promise."

Snapped back to reality, I flung my left hand from his eye and straight to his hand limply holding a smg to which I stocked the woman fill with many bullets. The man screamed In despair, but the butterfly that once would hold this man through his heart break now kicked him over, tied him to a chair, and leaned on the counter. "Tell me where the fuck Abby is." His lip quivered. He shook his head slightly, "don't play dumb, I see your wlf intials." I said firmly crossing my arms. "Why I do such a thing when you spend an entire clip on my WIFE." He called out with tears running out of his wounds. "It was half, ass hat. And you're lucky I made it quick. What did you say?" I lightly tapped my chin, "ah, yes boo. Fucking. Hoo." This sentence brought the grown man to a Hollar as he scream cried. I walked over to him putting a knife into his mouth in between sobs, lightly wedging between teeth. "You tell me now, and I'll kill ya fast. Resist and I'll take each accessory out one by one like a mother FUCKING Polly pocket." My eyes burned into his, a silent promise of my words. Tears streaming down out of his eyes, my gaze adverted, "that's actually disgusting. It's a shame your eyes aren't as sealed as your lips. Maybe if we take them too, hmm? Replace them to take duty as your eyelids?" I say with a growing smile. He quickly shakes his head avoiding puncturing his mouth with the blade.

Ten seconds later, his words are on a sheet of paper and someone's bursting through the door. My instincts spring into action, my boot positioning the still screaming man in front of me as a shield as I throw the dagger towards the figure, landing in the doorframe, cutting a piece of auburn ish hair. Taking my spare knife out to play, I stab the man in the head as the figure ducks behind a couch.

"I'm so sick of people crashing my shit, fuck off would you? Especially if you're with the wlf, then I'm gonna slaughter EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU" I say throwing a bottle of liquor onto the couch and throwing my lighter towards it. "I HATE THEM- SHIT , ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?" a raspy feminine voice booms from behind the flames. My mind blinks for a second at the fact she isn't one of them.

I'm halfway across the living room running for my blade in the frame, before im tackled to the floor. The impact causes my head to go a little fuzzy, the weight on top of mine, the heat all kick starting a part of me which is completely irrelevant in my current situation. "Halfway there sweetheart." I reply causing the auburnish brunette's kinda beautiful eyes to go wide eyed as we make eye contact, and a little flushed at my use of words. Allowing me to pin her legs against each other, flipping her over. She attempts to sit up, to which I use brute force to slam her back into the hardwood. "Sit. Good girl." I say with a slick smile as I reach for the blade she grabs my hand and pulls it the complete opposite direction. Hurdling me against another wall, slamming me against it.

Her vieny, calloused, tattooed hand wrapping around my throat as I look seriously finally into her eyes. Both now firm and cold. "If you aren't Wlf, who the fuck are you." She says. My eyes try to stay focused on her eyes, yet my gaze slips to her freckles. All spread out waiting to be counted and kis- "fuck you, and FUCK this." I said kneeing her in the stomach and elbowing her back as I grabbed the dagger out of the door frame. Quickly grabbing my strapped bag with all of the weapons and supplies. My cold walls starts to close again, as I'm outback into survival mode once again.

As I take one last look at the figure on the ground gasping for air, pointing my knife I promise her if she follows me. She won't be able to see which limb will be cut off next.

^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^

Many days fly by, every night that passes. I lay strapped to a tree limb up high, forced to look at the stars. Every constellation reminding me of the threatening girl I had met and her freckles. I curse myself out of the intrusiveness. Drifting off to sleep once again after looking over my route to the target of my grief. That is until I'm awoken.

The sounds barreling through the corridors, tripping over each other , limbs flying, spores airborne. I look down the street a couple hundred yards to see a total of three people, running, struggling to get a break from the hoard. I try to shift and ignore the sound. But the thought and sounds continue to eat away at my chest.

Cursing myself to hell I hurdle my way towards the warfare. Climbing up a fire escape and through the old ladder bridge I had set a couple days ago, I made it to the church bell, where I had tied a rock to the pendulum in the middle. Grabbing it I swung it causing a distraction long enough for me to get down to the three blind mice. Following closely behind as two of them started to notice why their luck had changed. As one of the girls, a new one with a darker skin tone and pretty dark eyes smiled gently at me as if I was a saint. I felt guilty twang in my chest for I was not worthy of such kindness with the amount of blood I've spilt.

Directing them to a daycare I had found on a supply run, me and a taller handsome man slammed the door shut behind us. "Hurry- shit. Get that desk!" I said in a struggle towards the woman who wouldn't stay off of my mind. She easily pushed it towards me with a few grunts. After a few objects stacked on top of each other, I noticed the windows just a clicker busted through. Throwing its limbs around sporadically at the nice woman I had just met. Before it could lay a hand on her as she backed away, I stabbed right through its skull with my katana.

"Jesus, you KABOBBED that thing. Thank you." The pony tailed woman smiled and laughed, laying a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I nodded in acknowledgement as I looked over at the other twin "help me, hammer up some boards. Now." I cocked my head towards the play pins we would later use as security on this task.

As I hung the wood, secured the strength, and calmed my breathing. Not a single thought didn't include the stupid attractive woman. I'm so fucked.

[thedivinelights]

That ending of the most recent chapter tho 👀

(Maybe) Spoilers for PPM OoTF: Chapter 9

Yup! The beginning of the end is upon us! I'm not writing that whole thing (smut) out but there won't be any drama regarding it. It's definitely justified considering how absolutely terrible Solomon is as a father, as a husband and as a person in general. And I'm sure that everyone is understanding of their whole situation, perhaps even encouraging it, although Bob's murder trial is something far more important than two old lovers banging.

And they NEED IT AFTER ALL THE SHIT THEY'VE BEEN THROUGH LIKE-

Okay, I'm going to end up on a full on rant about my own headcanons for Ebenezer now so bear with me:

When Past asks Scrooge what a debtors' prison is, he begins to say something but then outright refuses and leaves. That begs the question: Did he actually know what a debtors' prison was? His father was sent to one, sure, but he never was. And I'm sure his father would not have told him of the horrors that occurred there. I bet that when he found out the squalid conditions people endured in those prisons, he was absolutely devastated... and here we have the guilt just pile up and up and up, long after his redemption.

Losing his sister in childbirth, letting his fiancé go because of he was so blind to what he already needed, realising that he was such an asshole to everyone around him and that those he sent to prison for not paying their debts were basically sent to death... including Bob's father. Anyone, including Ebenezer, would have cracked under all of that guilt and despair. It'd make him believe that he wasn't deserving of... anyone's forgiveness, of anyone's love. Especially Isabel's... not after what he did to her. He blames himself for every little thing that goes wrong, even when it isn't his fault. And this is on top of his merinthophobia, his fear of chains and being tied up. And then Isabel just walks up, kisses him, tells him she still loves him and that she forgave him, and that's enough to make our poor old man feel loved again.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

[merymoonbeam]

Would a mate know, would a mate feel—

HoSaB spoilers

Isn't interesting that bryce thinks about this in HoSaB...

There was a good chance that she could draw from the Gate as well, she supposed. But what if the Dead Gate was somehow different? What if she went to summon power, only to lose all of hers? She couldn’t risk it. Bryce got to her feet, hands shaking. The Starsword lay between her and the Shepherd. Hunt’s lightning had stopped. Where was he? Would a mate know, would a mate feel—

and in acowar we have these scenes when elain was captured.

Varian angled his head. “So you three … because you were Made, you can hear it? Sense it?” “It would appear so,” Amren said, looking inclined to tug him back to wherever they’d been, to finish what they’d no doubt still been in the middle of doing. But Azriel asked softly, “What about Elain?”

From the shadows near the entrance to the tent, Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.” Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, “Then you will die.” Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

side not: I already made a post with this scene and hunt's reaction to bryce being in danger and @silverlinedeyes reblogged with more parallel>> the post

What's more interesting is that Elain was bound with chains.

Elain was in her nightgown. Gagged, wrists wrapped in steel that glowed violet. Her eyes went wide as she saw us—Azriel and me—

we know from Feyre that she couldn't feel Rhys when he was bound with them.

I stared at my palm—at the eye inked there—and sent a blind thought through it, down that bond. Where are you? Tell me and I’ll come to you. I’ll find you. There was no wall of onyx adamant at the end of the bond. Only endless shadow. Things—great, enormous things—were rustling in the forest. Rhysand. No response. The last of the light slipped away. Rhysand, please. No sound. And the bond between us … silent. I’d always felt it protecting me, seducing me, laughing at me on the other side of my shields. And now … it had vanished.

They’d found strange chains of bluish stone to spread his arms, suspending him from either wall of the cave. His body sagged from them, his back a ravaged slab of meat. And his wings …

Lastly we have azriel saying this to cassian...

Cassian stared toward the castle. “You think she’s alive?” The question haunted him with every breath these last few days. “You’d know if she’d died,” Azriel said, pausing his work and looking up at Cassian. He tapped his brother’s chest with a scarred hand. “Right here—you’d know, Cass.”

SO...👀

Would a mate know, would a mate feel—

Thanks to @silverlinedeyes for helping me with quotes 💜

[jay-durian]

hey! i’ve never done one of these ship things but i saw your requests are open so what better time than now? 👀

i’m an 00’ liner, a pisces and an infj. i’m pretty introverted and shy when you first meet me so i’ve been told i can seem a bit ~distant~ at first but once you get to know me i’m very talkative and goofy! i’m a super emotional and sensitive person, i’m very much the friend people come to for advice and i love making people happy :’) i’ve been told i’m overall a very soft person haha, and apparently i give killer puppy dog eyes 🥺

i’m pretty creative and my favourite things to do are anything to do with the arts, and daydreaming a lot hehe, i write poetry and read a lot and music is my favourite thing in the world 👌🏻 i studied psychology and my goal in life is to help as many people as i can and just try to emit as much positive energy as i can <3

Heyy I'm so happy that you sent in a request for this 🥺 Ty 🤧

I ship you with heeseung!

Heeseung is also the type that would be goofy and joke around with people he's close to so I could see y'all together

Heeseung is pretty nature and understands situations very well so he'd always be there to comfort you when you get emotional about something

I feel like heeseung is also the type to give advice so I see you both giving advice to eachother and helping each other out

I hear an uwu battle rising up. Since heeseung has doe eyes he can give cute puppy eyes too so I think giving Puppy eyes is something both of you use to get away from stuff lol

Since you like doing art n stuff I can see you both going for dates at those craft shops (where you can make passport wallets or chain/finger ring holders if u get wht I mean)

Hee would be very curious on what you've learnt in psychology and would often ask you questions related to that too so I guess you both would frequently have study dates too :3

Overall y'all would be a soft and goofy couple <33