#lately I’ve been dressing for revenge

[eclecticemmas]

I really can’t get over how good this is. Sometimes I buy fabric on a whim and later uncover its purpose - this one is perfect.

[michaelaswift13]

Cincy N2

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Closed Starter - @rcignxs (Carson)

She could smell it on him, the ashen scent that came with being what they were and clearly he was very much clueless as to what he was. She had been watching from a safe distance upon her return after the news of her aunt's death had reached her, the new queen of dragons emerging from the whatever depths she disappeared to and the wrath that had come with her for the way they had put Raquel on display for the dragons, it was unquenchable. Now it was her duty to protect their people and so she moved forward from the shadows, making her presence known as she stepped in the baby dragon's path.. "Carson Mikaelson," Reina greeted curtly. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, querido."

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @youthslost 's wen qing from xue yang

He sits on the carved seating within the confines of the Burial Mounds, where Wen Qing has finally convinced him that playing Doctor wasn't a pointless endeavour. That nurture still had a place in the world of a broken child, orphaned and abandoned, left to fend for himself from the start. He hadn't completely relaxed under her observation yet, only continuing to ramble once she moves to collect her tools.

His lips remain sealed about the origin of his broken finger, and he wonders if she will press him on it, or just continue running in circles around his exclamations of arrogance where becoming Wei Wuxian's ( unofficial ) student were concerned: "I don't understand why he wants to keep everyone away, put me in his shoes and I would be letting them all come. They wouldn't last an hour against the Yiling Laozu." He's getting giddy now, lips curled back in a signature cheshire grin, wild eyes wide.

But he softens as she approaches again, steadying his expression. "Wen-guniang, you called me here with the promise of something sweet; I think you should pay up before we start." He lifts a glove clad hand to gesture at the older woman, impatient in much the way a child would have been. "Will this take long? . . . I'm very busy."

[mmelolabelle]

if there is (1) thing I know it is that peter hale is a taylor swift girlie with a ‘ts petty revenge bops’ playlist that he listens to on the daily

[youxmove]

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Their relationship had hardly ever been much for seriousness, preferring the jesting and foolery that only siblings could have and yet, as she approached his side in front of their aunt's memorial, a gentle hand sliding against the back of his shoulder, the air around them was anything but light. "Javi," Reina spoke though the words came out hushed, voice hoarse yet oddly comforting. "Ella siempre está con nosotras. This attack against our people, against our family it- it won't go unpunished, I promise. We will serve retribution for her death and all the other innocents that lost their lives in this war."

How many times had he found himself wandering past the memorial erected to honor the individuals that Triad had put on display throughout the supernatural communities? How many times had he stopped before the placard and stared at the name etched into it?

"Soy yo otra vez, tía…" Javi let out a quiet sigh. He was quiet for the longest time; trying to find the words he wanted to say and just how he wanted to arrange them. As he thought, two slow wisps of smoke trailed from his nostrils, like the smoke from burning incense. "No te merecías nada de esto. Ni tú, ni nadie que muriera ese día." He swallowed hard after finally speaking.

"We'll make them pay though, tía. One way or another..." He nodded to himself as he spoke the words. The sound of footfalls behind him brought his thoughts back to the moment and he sniffled back his emotions as best as he could manage.

( @darkskiesrpgstarters )

[knowyourplace-fool]

Umm, I loved bully gojo and 2 , what happened after he kidnapped her and yknow , non conned her , like is he just obsessed with her , ORRRR , is he obsessed with her aaanndd IN LOVE with her ? Will he force her to be his girlfriend and future wife. Will she try to pick herself up and make a good life for self even though gojo literally exists. Hmmmmmmmm???? Idk but anwyas that story atteee . Stay sexy , ..sexy 🥰💓

⚠️: NON CON, Kidnapping, Mean!Gojo, physically, mental and emotional abuse, manhandling, bullying, biting, groping, size difference, pregnancy sex

-> THIS IS REALLY DARK AND FUCKED UP PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !

-> Idk why but everyone ate that Gojo fic up for some reason😭

-> part 1

Oh boy, he is more than obsessed with you

You made it too easy for him

With your family being out of the picture and you having quite literally 0 friends

Isolating you… well you already did that to yourself

Your reputation at school burned to the ground the moment he decided to leak your sex tape

So there’s no going back to uni

He handed in a resignation letter on your behalf and though your boss was concerned, Satoru assured her that you’re alright, but your morning sickness has been brutal lately

She raised her eyebrows and smiled, telling Satoru to pass on her congratulations to you

Your roommate at your dorm didn’t give a crap (she has a big, fat crush on Satoru and when she found out he slept with you, she wanted to kill you.)

That urge only grew stronger when Satoru stopped by your dorm to move your stuff out and when she asked him why he was the one moving it, he simply stated,

“Well, she’s pregnant with my child so she’ll be living with me so I can take care of her.”

Safe to say your roommate spent the night ripping her hair out of her scalp

And you. You’re sitting in the sunroom with a cup of warm tea and a side of prenatal vitamins in front of you

You’re in deep thought when the door swings open and a tall figure enters in

He sits next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his lap so that your back is relaxed on his chest

“Did you take a look at the blueprints?”

“I did but… what’s wrong with this house?”

“Nothing. I’d just like a bigger home to raise our family in.”

He’s met with silence

“You haven’t taken your vitamins.”

“I will, I just, I haven’t been feeling too good this morning.”

To that he hums and leave a kiss on your neck

“How’s the dress shopping going?”

You pause and put your hands over his

“Don’t you think we’re rushing this? Why can’t we wait till after I’ve given birth?”

“I don’t wanna wait that long.”

You wanted to ask him why, but you knew it would result in the back of his hand meeting your soft cheek

You had already experienced Satoru’s aggressive side and you’d rather not deal with it until this baby is out of you

“I’m sorry, but I need to pee.” You squeak, escaping his grip and leaving him alone in the sunroom

5 days passed, and it was a big day. Your wedding day. Even though it was put together on such short notice, it turned out marvellous.

For a girl, her wedding day is supposed to be one of the best days of her life, right? It’s supposed to be magical, exciting and memorable… right?

So why are you sitting on a chair labeled “bride”, with your hair and makeup complete, staring at a one way bus ticket to the neighbouring city?

That leaves right when the ceremony starts

You had known about the bus ticket. Actually, an unexpected someone had given you the bus tickets.

Suguru, Satoru’s ex-bestfriend.

They had a huge falling out over a business deal and even mentioning his name sets Satoru into a rage. Especially if it’s his fiancee.

So as a lick back, Suguru offered to help you escape him. And maybe by the end of it, you’ll warm his bed once or twice, or better yet, marry him.

From Suguru’s perspective, it was the perfect revenge. Nobody knows Satoru better than himself. He knows exactly how he thinks and what steps he would take to find you.

He also knew that today would be the only day that Satoru wouldn’t be breathing down your neck because you were getting ready to be his bride.

At first, you didn’t believe it. But Geto is convincing. He thought about everything — down to the last little detail. He made you picture a life where you’re far away from Satoru and given a chance to start fresh again.

Going to the neighbouring city means you could have an abortion so you won’t be tied to the blue eyed monster for eternity.

Geto left his number on a sticky note that was attached to the bus ticket. You walk over to the landline and dial his number. After a ring, he picks up and once he hears your sweet voice, he smiles.

“Meet me at the corner of Xander’s street, there’s plenty of trees there to keep you hidden.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest and the tips of your ears were hot. You knew. You knew that if Satoru had the slightest hint about what you were about to do, he’d drag you to hell and back. But the idea of marrying him, having his child and building a home for your family, was far more petrifying.

You slip into some shorts and a tank top before sliding out of the bridal room and using the nearest exit to leave the venue. You scurry along the trees, hoping and praying no one sees. The corner of the street was quiet and secluded. You had plenty of cover and you waited until a blacked out Range Rover pulls over.

The window rolls down and it’s Suguru. He tells you to hop into the back seat quickly before anyone sees.

You do what he says, except when you open the back seat door, you’re met with icy blue eyes.

Your breath hitches and before you know it, you’re being pulled into the car with Satoru screaming at you.

“You fucking lying whore! How fucking stupid can you be, hm?”

He placed you on your back and wrapped his fingers around your neck, slightly chocking you

“When Suguru told me that you accepted the bus tickets, I let it slide. I let it slide because I thought you were smart enough to know not to cross me. But you, you fucking bitch, you really tried to leave me at the alter! You really thought you could get away from me?”

He tears your shorts apart, revealing your white undergarments that you were supposed to wear under your wedding dress.

You couldn’t help but cry, spewing apology after apology. But he wasn’t having any of it. He unbuckled his own pants, pulling his thick cock out of his trousers. He spat down on it for lube and without a care in the world, entered into you.

“You stupid bitch- you thought you could run away and abort my baby?!”

He leans down, his hot breath tickling your ear as he tugs on your hair to expose your neck.

“If you thought, even for a second that you could hide from me and live a normal life after killing my child. You’re just as sick as me… And clearly, you don’t know who the fuck I am. So let me teach you.”

He lifted your legs to mating press, ruthlessly thrusting into you while you sob beneath him. You try resisting by attempting to pry his fingers off the bottom of your thigh, but he has a death grip on them

“P-please stop… It hurts — I can’t move or b-breathe properly.”

You hiccup, but he ignores. Instead, he picks up the pace, making you cry even harder.

“I’m s-sorry please! Please it hurts! I can’t-”

“Shut the fuck up and take it. Or I’ll ask him to shut you up with his dick. I bet you’d like that, you fucking whore. So eager to leave me, is it because you have the hots for my best friend?”

Your eyes glance at the rear view mirror, and sure enough, his eyes are glued on you

Which only makes you sob harder. Hearing no response from you angered Satoru. Did you really like Suguru? He pressed on your neck, and by the look of his eyes, you knew he was waiting for an answer.

“N-no! I don’t- I swear I- I’m just not ready to be a mother, please!”

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

According to Satoru, the entire thing was a test for you. The falling out, Suguru giving you the bus ticket to help you escape, and meeting you at the corner of the street— it was all apart of the test. And you failed it. Miserably.

“And here I was, thinking that I had trained you to know better. To know better than to leave me. But you prove me wrong again and again.”

He finishes inside you. Suguru pulls into the back of the venue. Satoru pulls you up right and lays his forehead against your own.

“Go get your hair and makeup re-done. The next time I see you, you better be in your gown walking down the aisle to wed to me. Do you understand?”

“Mmh”

“Words”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good.”

Apologies for any mistakes. It’s pretty late. Also have mercy on me, I haven’t wrote anything in 9 months so it’s a bit rusty😭

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lately i’ve been dressing for revenge

@jnieart

[katewritesss]

“Lately, I’ve been dressing for revenge.”

- Ice whenever the brass tries to ground his wingman

[traegics]

Admittedly, she had dipped out the second that had been brought to the future from the past, not wanting to stick around to see what miserable time was to be had in the merging of cities. The news of her Tia Raquel's death had confirmed her suspicion's of what was to come and yet she had found her way back, vengeance on her mind and both the figurative and literal crown of queen of dragons being passed down to her. First course of business of course was finding her brother which wasn't all that hard as the ground shook beneath her and the bellowing of his roar brought her quickly into his line of sight, a cocky smirk plastered against her features as she gazed up at him. "You just couldn't resist starting the fun before I got here could you baby brother," Reina questioned playfully, gaze glancing over her shoulder as the triad agents were moving in closer, barely phased in the slightest. "Well what are you waiting for, Sebby? Burn 'em down, show them just how stupid they were for crossing the Mondragon's."

⊹₊⟢⋆ ― sebastián mondragon / open starter / @darkskiesrpgstarters

it might have only been meer hours since he had seen the dead body that was his tia. maybe it had been days. all he new was his beautiful aunt that raised him and took him in when he was just a young dragon when his own father could not step up, she was now gone. taken from him after over 400 and seeing her like that, what they had done to her, burned a fire in him that he had not felt for centuries. the fire burned so bright, he was changing form before he even realized he had. his teeth and jaw dripped with the blood of his enemies and sebastian let out a ground shaking roar as more approached him.

[snowbairdd]

♪ Lately I've been dressing for revenge ♪

TAYLOR SWIFT performing "Vigilante Shit" during the “TAYLOR SWIFT: THE ERAS TOUR” in Las Vegas

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♡ ― Mikaelson ball attire: task 002 ― ♡

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𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫: @ghcstchild from xue yang

Xue Yang watches as the spirit trapping pouch is both observed and dismissed in the hands of Wei Wuxian, the only man capable of returning the cultivator in whites spirit to his body. If Wei Wuxian could rise from the dead after so many years, bringing the ghost general back at his side, there was very little that the delinquent believed he couldn't do.

Hand shakes, coming to a tight fist at his side ( sans his pinky finger that remains stick straight, clothed in the black fabric of a glove ), as his request for help is immediately dismissed. If a spiritual cognition doesn't have the will to live, then it'll most likely be impossible to save. It doesn't come naturally to him, to ask for assistance, in a world that had only ever tried to crush him beneath their feet. But something about the man before him makes it almost easy.

"We are of the same nature, Yilling Laozu -- I don't take to following the ways of others so easily . . . but you are something else." Is it jealousy or admiration that fuels Xue Yang's adoration of the demonic cultivator, he can't entirely be sure. Perhaps both. "This is not beyond you, so think of it as a challenge. Work with me."

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She could scent him from miles away, always one with the keenest of smell especially when it came to her own species. The ash and smoke that enveloped him was familiar but his own individual scent one that was both familiar and unfamiliar all at once. It had her brows crinkling as she moved through the crowd towards him, stopping a few feet away at his side as she nursed a glass of red wine in her grasp. "Enjoying yourself," Reina questions, words soft and delicate as she steals a glance in the other dragons direction. "I'm not much for carnival games but people watching? Now that is far more entertaining."

Roman stood at the edge of the ballroom, the sounds of laughter and music swirling around him, feeling out of place amidst the grandeur. He wasn't used to this kind of celebration. The Mikaelson Ball was all opulence and show, the kind of gathering that made people forget the struggles outside its walls.

Roman's costume, something that made him look like a man from the Night Watch from Game of Thrones, was meant to blend in, but he felt like an imposter. Hundreds of years spent fighting and devouring other supernatural beings in Malivore, a dark, endless prison designed to consume and erase creatures like him—hadn't prepared him for something like this. But if there was one thing he was good at, it was masking his confusion and discomfort. He lifted a glass of champagne to his lips, the cool glass resting against his fingers as the crisp, slightly sweet taste filled his mouth, a polite smile fixed in place as he watched the festivities unfold.

@darkskiesrpgstarters

[amongemeraldclouds]

tongue tied

Lorenzo Berkshire could sweet talk his way into any situation he desired. So why couldn't he find the right words when it came to you? (fluff)

Lorenzo Berkshire x f!Reader

My official entry for @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx ‘s Jinxed July challenge using the water balloon prompt for week one.

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“Where are you off daydreaming to?” Mattheo approached Enzo, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as his other hand shook the water balloon.

He followed Enzo’s gaze to you as you peacefully read under a tree. “Oh, not what but who. I’ve got to give it to you, summer just started and you’ve already got a new girl in mind.”

“Shut it,” Enzo replied curtly, “it’s not like that.” It was always easy for Enzo to speak to anyone, but when it came to you, he always found himself dumbfounded.

He had meant to ask you out earlier in the year when he sat beside you in Charms class. He found you more magical than any spell he learned. You had been kind and patient, like the time he accidentally turned his hair pink with the coloravia charm and you helped him turn it back. You also had fun in class like when you used the locomotor charm to levitate your quills and make them race around class.

Each time he tried to ask you out, his tongue and stomach would be in knots. If only there was a charm for that. It wasn’t like him at all. He was supposed to be the one with the charming smile who said all the right words. And yet.

He never cared about losing. He could always change his strategy, be with different people, and get what he wanted in the end. But when it came to you, the stakes seemed higher. He couldn't afford to lose and it scared him just as much as it excited him. 

“Here’s a novel idea for you, why don’t you just approach her?”

Enzo elbowed Mattheo's side. “I’m working up to it,” he huffed. Perhaps if he played the words in his head several times, he could say them smoothly. 

“What? Did the heat fry your brain? You’ve never had to ‘work up’ to anyone,” he tilted his head to the side, studying Enzo’s face as a grin crept onto his friend’s face.

“No.” Enzo stated, reading into Mattheo’s grin. It never meant anything good. 

“I was just about to offer my help,” Mattheo said innocently despite the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“I didn’t say I needed—”

“Too late!” Mattheo declared as he swiftly swung his arm and hurled the water balloon at you. Splat! You yelped as something hit you below your neck and you felt water seep into your dress, the ink on your book melting into the pages until sentences were reduced to smudged lines. 

He winked at Enzo and mouthed, ‘you’re welcome’ before running away.

Enzo stood horrified as he watched Mattheo’s retreating figure. “That wanker!” He muttered under his breath, quelling the urge to run after him as he returned to your friends. He’d deal with him later, he had other priorities.

Taking a breath to calm his nerves, he rushed over to you. “Sorry about Mattheo.”

You looked over at him, shock and fury swimming in your nerves. Enzo forgot how to breathe. 

“H-hi,” he said weakly, clearing his throat. “It’s charms class from Enzo.” What? He felt his ears burn up with shame as he heard the words, wishing he were a leaf so the wind could carry him away.

You blinked, trying to process his words then broke out into a grin. You pointed at yourself, “it’s also charms class from y/n.”

He chuckled then, unknotting the tightness in his chest. “Can I help you with?” He motioned over to you, trying hard not to notice the way your wet dress hugged your figure. Just like that, the tightness in his chest returned. And it was also tight elsewhere.

“Yes, I want revenge,” you smirked. Salazar, he didn’t think it was possible to fall harder. He felt his heart hammering insistently, as if trying to escape his chest to leap over to you.

“Your book,” he said, trying to distract himself. “Maybe you would want to go a new one tomorrow and get a bookstore with me?” Who were words? How were sentences? What was he? It was all a mystery.

You laughed good-naturedly, he was adorable. “Whatever that was, yes.” You had liked him for a while and enjoyed spending time with him in class, but you always thought he was just being nice like he was with everyone.

Yet here he was, stumbling over his sentences. You had never seen him flustered like this before and wanted to put him out of his misery. “Now where can we get those water balloons?”

A/N: I had a longer plot in mind, but last week was personally tough for me so this will do for now. The plot idea I'm referring to will be featured in a future fic instead so stay tuned.

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