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Listen. The thing about me, right, is: I'm short. Whenever anyone meets me, it's one of the first things they comment on. To be specific, I'm 5 foot tall on a good day.
I've gotten a wide range of comments about this, and I honestly love most of them. I always get a good chuckle out of how creative people can be about it. But today I got a comment that's a first for me, and it may honestly be my favorite one yet.
An older gentleman came around the corner at work, saw me, and without missing a beat, informed me that I "didn't eat enough possum growing up." And held up his hand to indicate my height.
Sir, what?
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I'd like to ask for a family photo of Angel with their found family. Kissy and Poppy included if you please.
a photo found on the bedside table of an upstairs bedroom of a long abandoned house in the woods. the owner was a recluse who supposedly died on the property.
it's strange... what are those things? like old toys that were popular a long time ago, but; they look too... alive to just be toys.
#click for quality cause mobile is stupid#poppy playtime#poppy playtime chapter 3#dogday#kissy missy#dogday x reader#dogday x y/n#sunnyangel#its sad but im imagining some urbex explorer finding yns house#and finding evidence of who used to live there#not much but some old photos and furniture#its occupants have long since moved on#whether in death or to somewhere new is unknown
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hey so uh about your boyfriend. yeah i accidentally whumped him too hard and he regenerated. sorry
#i killed my 14 😭😭#like a fucking goldfish left on top of the radiator#i pulled his guts out again and he couldnt take it#occupational hazard#ive got one ongoing unpublised fic thats missy whump#theres been like 7 missies in that#shes changed names 5 times#little mermaid voice: ive got suicides and 'accidents' aplenty#self-destructions and -sacrifices galore#anyway she looks suspiciously like bill now she LOVES life and she remembers Absolutely Nothing#im sure that'll sort itself out but for now it's very fun#doctor voice: regenerated?? whats that mean??#yaz: uhhhhhhhhhhhh#doctor voice: you seem to know a lot about this place (the tardis) and everything. do you know.......who i am?#yaz: UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#they will figure it out its fine its gonna be fine <3#yaz is gonna run into the house like CALL EVERYONE WE KNOW WHOS SEEN THE DOCTOR REGENERATE WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO
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could u also do maki as ur bf? 💗 ily ty
マキ Maki as your bf (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡
A/N ೃ⁀➷ I'm sorry if it wasn't too good or accurate ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა I tried my best on the research but I was a little burnt out by my personal work over here, still - hope you'll enjoy this! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)
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100% gentleman who takes you out on fancy or cute dates and treat you like an absolute princess
Massages you when you’re exhausted from work, he doesn’t know a thing about your work because you two have polar opposite occupations so he’ll just take care of all the housework while you work.
Literally second best photographer of the group after Nicho, so expect him to take photos of you whenever and wherever, yet the photos would look like masterpieces even with the least efforts.
Also the second best fashionista in the group after his Nicho-hyung, so you both will be in matching outfits from the start to end of every day. He was the one who would always prepare the exact themes or outfits for you two to wear each day, and you ain’t complaining because your boyfriend taste is
Tries to teach your German but failed because it’s too hard for you – “nono, baby look it’s okayyy” – tries to console you when you felt sad because of your failure. Still he finds your English really impressive and often compliments you about it.
Just like harua, mans is neat and tidy okay. Will clean up after you, wash dishes, and pick up worn-clothes from the floor. You’ll see him around the house sweeping and mopping the floor when he’s free – “love why are you doing that? Give me I’ll do it” – “nuh uh, you sit there and rest missy” – he’s a gentleman.
Loves to style your hair and is also the best at doing so. Will help you wash your hair and omg his touch is also oh-so gentle, you could literally fall asleep in his arms while he foams the soap in your hair strings. Will dry your hair with a towel or a hair-dryer when done with washing. And then the best part, he’ll caress your hair gently and starts the styling process; sometimes cute little clips, sometimes different styles of tying your hair – every time is different – mans is too creative.
Looks like he won't get jealous, but actually does – he trusts you completely but that doesn't stop him from being jealous - even his gentleman-ness would not stop his jealousy. He won't just lash out at someone but when you two get back home, just the two of you alone, he'd cling on you so much and let out whines and whimpers in a complaining and sulky tone.
You would literally go wild after his childhood photos and videos. Considering Maki was a child stage actor – it was easier to search for his childhood pieces and omgggg you just adored them so so much. And he’d be so happy too just watching you smile and giggle over his old clips.
In conclusion, a total understanding, perfect gentleman. Even if he were to be the youngest in the group, he’s pretty damn mature for his age and it comes off very evidently in your relationship as well. Sometimes his child side would show too when he gets clingy and lovey dovey with you but hey you ain’t complaining okay – you love a cute clingy puppy.
#&team#andteam#&team imagines#&team scenarios#&team fluff#&team soft hours#&team maki#hirota riki#CUTIE PUPPY MAKIIII
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thinking about "you have a life" / "i don't know what i have" + "what do you want, dana?" / "i want everything that i should want at this time of my life" + the perceived shame in scully's loss of normalcy... "unlike you, mulder, i would like to have a life" + "do you believe in the afterlife?" / "i'd settle for a life in this one" + "don't you ever want to just stop? get out of the damn car? settle down and live something approaching a normal life?"
her friend ellen saying, "well, first you have to get a life." tara, pregnant with their christmas gift, saying that life before one grew inside her was "somehow...less, just a prelude," while barren dana cries in the kitchen. "i know you and dad were...disappointed...that i chose the path that i'm on."
thinking about how mulder said, "this is a normal life," and how she smiled. (he doesn't know any different). how, in the end, he said, "hey, scully? i know it's not your normal life, but thanks for coming out there with me."
(christmas before quantico, "i guess i'm afraid of making a big mistake. dad thinks i am." and missy's response: "it's not his life, dana.")
her application to adopt emily was rejected: "you're a single woman who's never been married or had a long-term relationship. you're in a high stress, time intensive, and dangerous occupation."
bill's reaction: "sounds like something your partner would say. this isn't about any little girl, dana. this is about you. it's about some...void, some emptiness inside you that you're trying to fill."
and mulder to the judge: "the fact that she can adopt this child, her own flesh and blood, is something i don't feel i have the right to question, and i don't believe anyone has the right to stand in the way of."
(that last christmas with missy before everything: "there is no right or wrong. life is just a path...just don't mistake the path for what is really important in life. the people you're going to meet along the way. you don't know who you're going to meet when you join the FBI. you don't know how your life is going to change, or how you're going to change the life of others.")
and ultimately, it all leads to a leather couch. and after contemplating that sacrifice of normalcy, what she should want, the decisions she could have made, she says, "i once considered spending my whole life with this man...what i would have missed."
she could've been a doctor, like her father wanted. she could've settled down, married waterston, had a normal life, like her friends and brother wanted. but what would she have missed?
"what if there was only one choice and all the other ones were wrong?" / "and all the...choices would then lead to this very moment. one wrong turn, and...we wouldn't be sitting here together."
#i truly believe that what's made this show so lasting and rich to so many generations#is how completely in touch with raw human experience it always was. there was always this kind of bleak undertone of...this is how it is...#and very rarely was it ever overcome or accepted or boldly subverted. it just was.#the pressures and the grief and the traps of abuse and trauma and power structures. this is how it is. this is how it feels.#'people thought the storyline and characters for x-files made it a 'dark' show but i never saw it that way.#i always thought mulder and scully were the light in dark places.'#my favorite quote about the show and why i think it's so comforting. it's the harsh reality of the world#of which mulder and scully are not exempt#but it's also mulder and scully going wherever they are needed with their unending kindness and their perseverance and their passion#and they bring all of those things to each other too. that's why she chose THIS life. despite it NOT being normal.#despite it NOT being what her father wanted for her. despite it NOT being easy. she chooses it over and again#because he is bringing light to dark places and she wants to be where he is and she wants to be doing important work. she wants to be#'on the side of the victim'#and that's rarely supported by societal structures and it's hard. but like she says#what would she have missed??#txf.txt#you people make me crazy when you dismiss her decisions and act like she Ruined Her Life or mulder Ruined Her Life#congratulations! you've missed the point!#all things#emily#dreamland
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meet Nette! my oc :) additional info down below! Full name: Nanette Nagel
Nicknames and Aliases: nette (almost everyone), missy (Ronnie), subject N, N Angel (Marley)
favorite snack: sliced green apples
favorite food: plain porridge
occupation: abstainer
#rinis ocs :>#young artist rini :>#oc intro#oc lore#Nanette Nagel#ocs#original characters#original character#art#digital oc#digital art#my ocs#original charater art#others ocs#my ocs <3#oc art#oc artwork
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assigning random jobs/occupations to new who characters- humanish au
missy- seamstress
river- bounty hunter, archeologist
clara- school teacher/nanny (this is canon)
amy- writer + various side gigs(modeling, kiss-o-gram, and other)
rory- nurse (canon)
bill- uni student, lunch lady, artist for commission
rose- (got her a-levels) uni student, barista (bar/pub)
mickey- mechanist
jackie- hair stylist
jack- former military,
martha- doctor
donna- temp (canon), goes on those debate shows even if she has little/no knowledge of the thing
yaz- police
graham- bus driver (canon)
grace- former school teacher, rockwall instructor
ryan- youtuber, does odd jobs on the side
nine- former military,
ten- freelancer, subs at schools
eleven- scientist
twelve- uni teacher
thirteen- pre-k teacher
#doctor who#dr who#rose tyler#the doctor#river song#ninth doctor#tenth doctor#jack harkness#captain jack harkness#martha jones#donna noble#jackie tyler#ryan sinclair#graham o'brien#grace o'brien#eleventh doctor#twelfth doctor#thirteenth doctor#yaz kahn#yasmin kahn#mickey smith#bill potts#amy pond#rory williams#9th doctor#10th doctor#11th doctor#12th doctor#amelia pond#13th doctor
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kathryn hahn, fifty one, she/her ⟡ — is that LILLIAN LANDRY i just saw walking around kilmer’s cove? i heard they’re a RESIDENT who’s been here for HER ENTIRE LIFE. it slipped my mind, since they just tend to hang out at DELPHI'S DELIGHT SPIRITUALITY SHOP. at face value, they’re said to be PATIENT and MATERNAL, but i don’t know… some people have said they can be quite SCATTER BRAINED and LOUD. just don’t get on their bad side, i guess! don’t tell them i told you this, but i’ve heard they DO believe in all the ghost stories around town. who knows what the future holds for them!
Starters || Hcs || Main
STATS Name: Lillian Gertrude Landry Nickname: Lil (only to close friends/family) Sexuality: Pansexual - leans towards female presenting Birthday: 11th March 1973 Marital Status: Divorced Occupation: Headstone artist Pets: Rabbit called Pickle
TRAITS
Positive - Maternal, patient, creative, loyal
Negative - Loud, stubborn, scatter brained, unforgiving
INSPO
Agatha Harkness (MCU)
Hilda Spellman (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)
Sally Jackson (Riordan books)
Missy (Doctor Who)
Robert Langdon (Dan Brown books)
BIOGRAPHY
Child loss tw, mild alcoholism
Born and raised in Kilmer Lillian is one of five Landry children. She has never enjoyed quietness and so growing up with her siblings and extended family was (and is) perfect for her.
She loved art from an early age and was lucky enough to have a family that supported it. Growing up she'd often be found covered in somesort of artistic material whether that was paint, clay, chalk etc. Whatever medium caught her interest that week.
After many hours of studying and creating a portfolio Lillian got into the prestigious college of art in England when she was 20.
She studied there and got her degree but she found that she missed home and soon returned to town.
As she matured her focus in art turned to sculpture and that became her speciality. Although never famous she did become well-known in some circles and her work sold well.
It was through the art world that she met her spouse. She fell for them harder than she ever imagined and they married after a few years of being together. They had to travel due to work and their relationship was not always conventional however they worked through things and had a strong relationship.
This is a wc so details can be plotted but after years of trying the pair had a little boy whom they named Theodore. Theo was adored by his parents and their family.
start of tw
Unfortunately when Theo was seven he contracted meningitis.
What started with a fever and general sickness soon developed and he was swiftly rushed into hospital.
Although the doctors did their best he died after two days in the hospital.
He would havebeen 27 years old.
end of tw
Unfortunately Lillian's spouse had been away from work and due to travel missed the chance to say goodbye to Theo.
This was the beginning of the end for their marriage and Lillian withdrew. She blamed herself for not protecting him and a small part blamed her partner for not being there.
Eventually the two separated but they are still legally married.
For a while Lillian drifted, she started drinking, stopped working and at one point was aressted due to starting a fight.
It was at this point that her siblings and family convinced her to move back into the big family home and that did help.
She started therapy - which she still attends - and slowly began to feel like she could go on. Being around family certainly helped.
It was due to this experience that Lillian fell into the profession of headstone artist. She realised that a lot of people wanted more detail/care for their dead loved ones than the standard headstones could provide.
Working with the local cemetery and using her different artistic mediums Lillian prides herself on being able to create fitting memorials for anyone.
It has now been over twenty years since her son's death and she does still struggle but she puts on a much more happy persona. Those who do ot know that element would never guess. She can appear cooky and exciteable and passionate about anyone.
She's a good listener and will be one of the first to greet a newcomer to town.
Lillian does term herself as a spiritualist pagan and has an altar in her room to Thanatos, Hestia and Apollo. Although she does work with predominently the Greek pantheon she does believe in others.
tldr - loving auntie/sister to the Landry brood. Eccentric and artistic with a friendly but sarky disposition. Tragic background can be unlocked once people get to know her.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
Her Toxic Ex - they still love each other but neither can admit it or talk about the emotions healthily.
Friends/Enemies - She's been born and raised in Kilmer so I feel like there's plenty of scope there.
Fellow pagans/spiritualists - She's very open about her beliefs and openly practices withing the wheel of life calender.
Fwb
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HELLO how is your Valentine's Day going? My dad hired someone in a polar bear costume to come serenade me at my work (affectionate but also beet red)
#i speak#valentine's day#missy's occupation#ok t e c h n i c a l l y the polar bear didn't sing#someone played a recording while the polar bear danced#anyway
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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 . 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 . 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 . 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 . 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 .
meet 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, a 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 year old, who has been in cloyne for 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. they are a 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝 at 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚔, known for being 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 and 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚌. they are often heard humming along to 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 by 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜. residents would describe them as 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗.
⸻ BASICS
FULL NAME. misty irene slater
NICKNAMES. mis, missy
BIRTHDATE. april 19th '97
AGE. 27
ZODIAC. aries
IDENTITY. cis woman , she / her
SEXUALITY. born again lesbian , demiromantic
OCCUPATION. tattoo artist at blackest ink & lowkey game streamer
HOMETOWN. cloyne, ontario
INSPIRATION. chloe price ( life is strange ) , jesse pinkman ( breaking bad ) , kaitlyn ka ( the quarry ) , kirby reed ( scream 4 ) .
FAMILY. leslie slater ( father ) , debbie slater ( mother ) , joey slater ( older brother ) , huey slater ( older brother ) , archie slater ( uncle ) , too many names ( several cousins ) , luna ( her roommate cat ) .
⸻ TIDBITS
the slater lineage has resided in cloyne since the dawn of time, or so it seems, and their name has a reputation attached. her entire family is made up of drug chefs 🤌 their specialty? crystal meth. they had a whole lab built into the basement of their old farm home. out of her parents, siblings, and extended family, she was the only one who did not partake in these criminal activities ( or so the record shows ... the rumor mill still be buzzin' ) .
each member of her family has some sort of petty criminal record, mainly regarding the redneck-esque drug empire. she, however, has managed to keep a clean slate due to being perceived as an innocent when the whole operation went up in flames a decade prior. despite the tarnished name, she adores her family and frequently writes to each and every one of them ( most of whom are still serving their sentence ) .
since the farmhouse was obviously seized, she resides in a trailer which appears pretty ... wrecked on the outside, but the inside is like every goth girly's dream; decked out in everything she loves, which mainly includes spooky and black decor.
as a child, and all through her teen years, she loved to draw. every paper assignment she handed in at school had some extravagant collection of doodles, which only improved over the years. her creative talent molded with her love of artistic expression. first, she started doodling around town, which was frowned upon ( she sometimes still does out of spite ). but then she dabbled in her own risky stick and poke tattoos, before flourishing into more elaborate designs.
she's very much in love with her job. equally loves the creative minds who wander in with their own visions, and also those who give her complete freedom to design her own personal piece(s) for them.
while her expertise lies in art, she also games in her free time, survival horror being her genre of choice, despite being utterly terrified through the entire title. by no means is she a pro, but she has her own set up and will stream single and multiplayer alike.
when she's not being a homebody, she's being forcible social. like is riddled with anxiety leading up to said social event, to the point where she needs to either take a couple shots or hits ( or both ) before leaving. you wouldn't know it, though, based on her boisterous attitude and social butterfly-esque demeanor because by the time she rolls up to wherever she was initially fretting, she's perfectly fine.
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Here's the new and improved design for my Hazbin Hotel OC, Ramona! Her old look looked a bit too similar to the overlord Zeezi/Missi Zilla, so I decided to take down her old look and give her a fresh one! I changed her name to Ramona Rexx, as it sounded cooler, and I gave her a teal and purple color palette and gave her the job of security at Anastasia's nightclub, the Silver Chateau. Also, instead of being purely a lesbian, I made her gynesexual, which is a sexual orientation where a person is attracted to women, females, and or/femininity, just to clear that up. I actually really like this design way more than the first redesign, as the color palette looks much cooler, and her outfit looks much more aesthetically pleasing to me. I hope you guys like her new look, cuz I poured my heart out making it X3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Ramona Rexx
Nicknames: Mona, Rexxy (by Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb), Miss Rexx (by Anastasia and Prism), Dear (by Anastasia), Darling (by Anastasia), Lizard Whore (by Valentino)
Gender: Female
Age: 26 years old
Species: Reptile Sinner Demon
Sexuality: Gynesexual
Sin: Killing for hire
Date of Death: 2015
Cause of Death: Drive-by shooting
Current Residence: Pentagram City, Pride Ring, Hell
Personality: Sassy, Protective, Short-tempered, Bold, Brash, Confident, Observant, Street-smart, Witty, Loyal, Violent when angered
Likes: Her job, The color purple, Anything with spikes, Strong liquor, Spicy foods, Edgy fashion, Fighting, Protecting her friends, Punk music
Dislikes: Pervy men, Valentino's abuse, Rowdy customers, Her old hitwoman job, Being seen as "weak", Homophobia, Pastel colors, Strangers touching her horns/tail
Friends: Anastasia (boss and owner), Angel Dust, Cherri Bomb, Prism, Silver Chateau employees
Enemies: Valentino
Others: Silver Chateau employees (co-workers), The Vees (acquainted), Porn Studios employees (acquainted), Zeezi (idol)
Romantic Interests: N/A
Status: Active
Occupation: Security for the Silver Chateau, Hitwoman (formerly)
Abilities and Skillset: Immortality, Demonic Transformation, Enhanced Strength, Enhanced Durability, Venomous Bite, Weapons Mastery, Combat Skills
Voice Headcanon: Wendie Malick (Eda Clawthorn from The Owl House)
Theme Song: Hayloft II (Mother Mother) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Her Song (Killshot, Part 3.)
Description: The occupation as a member of SAS came along with many restrictions and rules one had to follow to a dot. It could get even more intense for a soldier carrying a lot of trauma and not enough self-love, if any at all. Thank God, this lonely soldier meets a lonely florist one day, and as they say - animals have the best judge of character.
Part Summary: During an unexpected visit from your favourite military man, the florist starts showing signs of the flu, as is common throughout autumn. It's up to Ghost to become the best sous-florist Soho had ever seen.
A/N: I swear to god, this part was not coming along. I hope you'll have fun with it, but I just feel like the words and correct sentence order weren't coming along at all. Also, Cassie is here to make a guest appearance, we love future Mrs. MacTavish.
Word count: 6.5K
Tagging: @poohkie90
Master list: H E R E | Ghost's tapes: P L A Y L I S T
It was strange to get used to - to see a very tall, mysterious masked man walking into your flower shop regularly, always bringing two cups of chai latté and various baked goods. Ghost'd been coming irregularly at first, always making your day a whole lot brighter - after some time, he started coming around your lunch break so the two of you had time to chat and exchange horrible puns and one-liners.
Interesting thing to note to self - Ghost never bought the same type of pastry twice. The two of you started experimenting with what Grind On had to offer, tasting different flavours, fillings, types of dough and other ingredients, debating whether it was a hit or miss. Some of them were really good, and some of them turned out horrendous. Each time you'd spot the known baklava and a matching black hoodie, you walked to meet him in the entrance if you didn't have a client on your hands, holding the door open for him as Bonnie enthusiastically greeted Ghost back to Rosemary's. Needless to say, Bonnie was all over Ghost and the longer the two knew each other, the stronger their bond became. After some time, Bonnie pouted anytime she spotted Ghost packing his stuff.
And one autumn day, she didn't even bother with pouting - the puppy simply rolled on its back and played dead. As Bon continued to lie on the ground dramatically, you two couldn't help but snicker.
"The two of you had been training hard, huh?" - Simon asked as you both watched the dog doing its best not to move, blowing its cover by looking at the two of you - her eyes jumped from Ghost to you, back and forth. Ghost was referring to your continuous attempts at teaching Bonnie all the basic commands - sit, give me five, lie down and to the leg, to be specific. The two of you even paid for a training course, which Bonnie loved - she loved obstacle courses and playing with other dogs and their owners. She was a social butterfly, that much was obvious to you.
"Nu-uh." - You dismissed categorically, shaking your head. - "I got nothing to do with her theatrics this time. Whatever this is, I didn't teach it to her." "What are you trying to achieve here, missy?" - Ghost wondered under his breath, leaning down to pet Bonnie on her tummy - she did her best to continue playing dead, but the wiggling of her tail gave her out. After Simon sat back up, a snicker of yours caught his attention - his stare was borderline offended, underlined with amusement as he turned his head to you.
"As I said, she's growing up to be a total heartthrob and a heartbreaker. Look at yourself, Ghost, you've fallen right into her schemes." - You explained in a whisper, dramatically pulling out the bag with her treats. The man scoffed in reaction to your action. "You'll do her this dirty? Look at her, she's doing her best. This is a new low, even for you." - Ghost noted, rolling his eyes playfully. "Watch and learn." - As you said this, your hand shook the bag. With portrayed drama, you pulled out one of her favourite chewing sticks, waving it around. - "Woah, it's so unlucky that I have this bag full of treats for Bonnie... I just wanted to give her one because she's been such a good girl, but look at her. My oh my."
In that instant, Bon got on her feet and ran to you, barking at you so you'd notice she was right there, alive and well. The shit-eating grin on your face was priceless, making Ghost lower his head in defeat. "Point still stands, Y/N, just look at the lass." - The man continued, putting his hoodie and backpack on. It became a recurring thing - he'd always take it off to make himself more comfortable. He rarely wore short-sleeved shirts, but he'd roll up his sleeves from time to time. There was a pretty intricate tattoo on his left arm, but you've never pointed it out. Hadn't even asked about its meaning either. While the base of your friendship was growing strong, it was still hard to determine where Ghost's 'that's enough of that' limit starts. "Oh, admit it, Mr. Military Man. Bon has you wrapped around her pretty little finger, my little minx." - With that, you finally gave the Bonniethe snack, so you and Ghost would have time to say goodbye as you walked him to the entrance. - "So, see you on Friday?" "Negative, ma'am. I got a meeting to attend, unfortunately." "What a tragedy, sir, you won't be able to get your regular dose of humour." "Speaking of which, you hadn't finished the joke earlier. You owe me one." "Right." - You nodded, expression turning serious. Simon felt this is either gonna be really good or very fucking bad. - "What do you call a shipment of military-issued T-Rexes?" "No fucking clue. What do I call that?" "Small arms." - You added triumphantly, grinning at your own joke. The wave of cringe hit Simon so hard he had to shake his head and take a deep breath.
"Fucking hell, Y/N. Maybe it's for the best I won't get my regular dose of your humour on Friday, this one'll haunt me in my dreams." "Oh, boo-hoo. Can you imagine know how hard did I have to dig for this fucking joke? I'm the funniest person you've met, just admit it already." "Haven't said you aren't." - The man answered silently, hovering over you as your hand rested on the doorknob.
So far, you weren't able to guess how Ghost felt about you. Yes, you concluded he enjoys your presence - he wouldn't be coming as much as he has if that wasn't the case. The two of you regularly met up during your lunch breaks for well over a month by that point. On the other hand, there was the fact that he still didn't entrust you with his civil name, his age, his phone number or other details you were anxious to know about the person you fancied. You weren't losing any hopes as of now, because there was something in the air. You didn't have the guts to name whatever it was, but the electricity was buzzing and chemical reactions were crackling. In moments when he looked at you like this, your breath hitched and your blood started to boil. Sometimes, it had gotten so bad that your body shivered and your lips started tingling ever so gently - that's how desperate you were to kiss him, to let his taste and smell intoxicate your brain, making you unable to concentrate on anything other than him. Oh, yes, another note to self - Ghost smelled so fucking good, with or without cologne. And dear God, didn't you love it when he wore his combat t-shirts so you could gawk at his body? Sometimes, you were pretty sure he was doing it on purpose. Once, Ghost came straight from the base - sweaty, after a training, dressed up in his tight combat gear. Your brain refused to compute on said occasion as he marched around the room, going on a tangent about something (not a clue what he was going off about) - your eyes were glued to his lovely bottom, it was a miracle you hadn't drooled all over your counter. Last note to self - his ass was very lovely.
"Say it, then. Admit that I'm the funniest person you've met." - You whispered, the corners of your lips turning into a devilish smile. "You know I can't." - Ghost opposed, ensuring his hoodie was zipped up to his ching. "You can and you will. It'll stay between us, not a word in front of Cassie, pinky promise - Johnny wouldn't get to know." "MacTavish is hot on your heels, ma'am. All he needs is a sprog of his own and his dad-joke arc will be complete, unfortunately for you." "You're no fun." - You mumbled, pretending to be upset over the dispute. Simon was smiling under the mask, knowing that in his eyes, Johnny's awful jokes wouldn't ever be as good as yours. With that, you unlocked the door, holding it open for Ghost. - "Hope the meeting will go alright." "It's just regular debriefing, Y/N, don't get worked up over essentially nothing - trust me, I'll be alright." "Sorry for worrying, then, Jesus Christ, Ghost. Can't you just take a compliment? Or me being worried for once?" "Where would be the fun in that, love?" - The man shrugged as he walked backwards, still looking at you while leaving.
You both loved and hated when Ghost did that - no way Ghost didn't know what effect this nickname in particular had. Sure - it was just a common phrase, and you've heard it a million times from your grandpas and uncles, but still... It detonated a bomb of butterflies in your stomach each fucking time. "Wouldn't be as fun if I didn't tease you, would it, now?" - Ghost let out smoothly, finally stepping out into the street. "See ya!" - You cried out, waving at him, watching as he disappeared behind the corner. Since Bonnie was too busy chewing on her snack, she didn't even catch that Ghost was gone. With you, it was a different story - smiling dreamily, you still stood in the opened door, leaning your burning cheek into the cold glass. Ghost had to know what he was doing to you and revelled in seeing you getting flustered, overthinking everything he said and getting giddy over each compliment or phrase that didn't have a meaning strictly given by the topic of conversation. - "... You fucking twat."
The rest of your shift went as usual - it was pretty calm since Rosemary's didn't get much traffic on Wednesdays. Things, however, started to feel a bit funky on Thursday - as if the world around you got a bit fuzzy and your eyes constantly burned, making you sleep throughout most of your day. You've taken Bon for regular walks as she was used to, but only after putting on a ridiculous amount of clothes. The first time you sneezed you knew you were doomed - your scheduled autumn flu just arrived in full force. Since you didn't have any shifts throughout the weekend because Cathy needed to up her hours, you decided to push through Friday regardless. Due to your state, however, you didn't have time or energy to prepare yourself for defeating said flu. As you gulped down on a painkiller, you noted there were only a couple of them left - when in the fuck were you supposed to get more or shop for veggies, tissues or cough syrup?
Usually, you liked to deem your work ethic flawless - on that particular Friday, however, you were sluggish and out of it entirely. Orders you'd complete in five minutes took you fifteen, your fingers weren't bending properly and your whole body ached. It was around three in the afternoon, less than three hours until closing time when you heard a familiar voice calling out to you. The man could immediately tell something was wrong - you didn't notice him as he strolled down the alley, you didn't acknowledge him until he stood in front of you. Bonnie, as usual, was all over him, barking loudly and happily. Even your attempted shush was weak and pathetic; Bon's barking made your headache even worse, each sound echoing inside your head. Usually, you'd gush over Ghost's presence - especially after you've been told he wouldn't make it on Friday. This time, you've just waved him off and turned around to have a big fat sneeze. The man stopped in his tracks, narrowed his eyes and watched you moan lightly, supporting the small of your back before making careful steps, and slugging around the shop.
"What in the bloody hell are you doing here?" "I don't know... Working? Like any normal person with a 9-5?" - You reiterated, rolling your eyes at the question before blowing your nose and coughing into the sleeve of your sweater. "Normal people with a 9-5 don't look like their rigour mortis just kicked in." "Very funny, Ghost, very funny." "I've been told I'm hilarious." - The man muttered, turning the sign on the door to 'closed'. - "It would be hilarious to pack your stuff and go home now to work on curing your flu, wouldn't it? That's sounds very fun, doesn't it?" "I don't think I appreciate your sense of humour." - You muttered back, turning the sign back to 'opened'. You could see his eyebrows shoot up and eyes narrowing even more, if possible. - "How was that... Whatever mumbo jumbo you had today? What was it again? Everything alright?"
"The debriefing went as it always does, that's why I've made it today. All good, they even let me off sooner. What's not good, however, is you." "Ouch. That was cold." - You sighed unenthusiastically and checked your watch. - "If you'd like to lay into me, just go home and rest. I have three hours to go and if you're not here to help..." "I might. You know what? I might." - Ghost mumbled under his breath, walking behind the counter to put his backpack next to yours, taking off his sweatshirt as he seamlessly moved around. You had a hard time believing what you've been looking at, so you got stuck watching as Ghost put one of the aprons on. Funnily enough, there is only one remaining - a pastel pink one. It looked cartoonish on a man of his figure with his 6'3 height, broad shoulders, sculptured muscles and menacing posture... It left very little to the imagination, revealing more than it covered.
"What are you up to?" - You asked, genuinely not catching his drift. "You said I can either stop laying into you and leave or become your sous-florist. I've made my decision." "You know jack shit about flowers, you're in the military." - You argued back as if Ghost didn't have a clue about what his occupation was, your voice becoming weaker and raspier with each word. "I'm well aware, cadet." - The man sighed, entwining his palms behind his back and straightening up, gaining at least two extra inches in height. As he watched you with his eyes narrowed and eyebrows knitted together, the fact that he's a high-ranking geezer in the SAS suddenly started making sense. The shift in atmosphere gave you goosebumps. - "We are going to cover each other's backs and ensure the mission ends in success, do you understand? You need my help - I'm here to help. I don't leave my soldiers behind. When this is done, I'll take you home and ensure you rest up - that's an order. Are we clear, cadet?" "Ghost..." "I said, are we clear, cadet?" - Ghost ignored, furrowing even more if that was possible. The stare in his eyes got burning, almost too comfortable to maintain, so you turned your head away, looking on your shoulder. "S-sir, yes, sir." - You got out before you sneezed again, meowling as the sneeze shook your head. God, you needed a bed, a painkiller, a shitload of napkins and sleep.
And so, you were forced to share your workspace with a rather terrifying military man because he refused to leave. No matter how many times you rebutted his decision, Ghost just shut you down with his military mumbo-jumbo; after your thirteenth try, you gave in to having him as your sous-florist. And, to your surprise... Ghost was quite handy with flowers. Little did you know Ghost learned most of it by simply watching you work - all the hours of wondering about your craft, of watching your fingers skillfully tie bows and fixing decorations in place were coming in handy. Putting theory into practice was a different story, but he was handy enough to make it work. Unbeknownst to both of you, there was also a side of him that longed to create art - he never had the time nor the chance to explore this side of himself due to his father's whims and unstable environment, but something about the process of creation calmed him down, grounded him, made him relaxed. Maybe this was something he could concentrate on after his therapist recommends him to find a therapeutic activity again. So far, he'd tried playing basketball and boxing, but neither of those had ever brought him as much peace. Sure, his flowers couldn't be compared to yours, but under your careful watch and a load of your help, he was bringing together acceptable flowers. Ghost hadn't come close to creating a bouquet, neither did he have the balls to do so - trying to tie a fucking ribbon around three roses without shouting profanities was hard enough.
"You know what?" - It was a whisper coming out of your mouth as you finally locked the fucking door of the shop. Ghost sat down and let out a long and tired sigh, massaging his face with his fingers. No exaggeration, he looked as if he just finished running a fucking marathon. "No, but I bet you'll enlighten me nonetheless, huh?" "Oh, haha. I was about to compliment you, but you're being a pain in my ass." "Apologies, ma'am. Go for it." "In case your military career fails, drop your CV here. You're not bad at this, I'll intercede in your name." "Why, thank you. I might do that nonetheless. Got the impression I'm a good florist myself." - The man joked back, watching you stumbling around in your apron - you were unable to tie the knot on your back and since there was a decent chance you had a fever too, you've been walking around while moaning silently. Even through the circumstances, Simon's ears perked up at first as he listened to the soft, helpless sounds escaping your mouth. God. He'd give anything to hear them as he'd hover over you, leaning down to kiss you while his fingers would... Clearing his throat, Simon stood up to walk behind you, undoing the apron. While he was at it, he gently smoother your forehead - you were sweaty as hell, and burning up also. Way more than he'd imagine.
"That's it, we've got to get you to bed and make you tea." "I think you might have a point here, actually."
Walking you home felt like a superhuman task - Bonnie was out of her mind, happily running around and barking, because your state forced the both of you to be inside the shop for the entire day. You've done your best to at least let her walk around the street, but that wasn't comparable to going on a walk. You were holding onto his elbow, feverishly looking around. You've been entirely out of order, that much was plainly obvious - all it took for Simon to determine was the veil cast over your eyes. Usually, there was this excited spark in your look, mainly when you smiled at him (which you did a good portion of the time you've spent together), but now, there was nothing. Your eyes were just aimlessly jumping from place to place as fever took over you, disconnecting you from reality. Getting you on and off the bus as well as up multiple flights of stairs was tricky. With all the remaining might you've had in you, you were trying to help Simon get into your flat, but he still had to wrap his arm around your waist to support you, carrying Bon on his other arm.
Usually, Simon would wait on the doorstep for you to invite him into your flat. It was just a formality, something so very dumb, he insisted on. That way, he'd be positive you actually wanted him in your personal space - yet due to your state, Simon spat on his personal set of rules. He waited until you fished out your keys, mumbling some mumbo-jumbo under your breath. Based on the expression on your face, Simon was pretty sure that whatever you were talking about was very important to you at the moment but he was unable to decipher the transmission. Waving your palms around, you cleared your throat and turned to him.
"I said, keep your shoes on." - You repeated weakly. - "It's fucking messy nonetheless. Also, would you be a doll and get me a painkiller and a glass of water? It's in the cupboard above the sink. I'll go ahead and change into something homey." "If I'd be a doll?" - Simon repeated after you, snickering. First, he set Bon on the ground, petting her before she ran off somewhere. - "Wouldn't you prefer some tea? Your voice sounds hoarse." "Well..." - You stuck your head out of what Simon believed was your bedroom, clearly dressed only in your bra and the pair of jeans that made your bum stand out nicely (yes, this pair was Simon's favourite, in fact). Right after, you slipped an oversized shirt over your head and started taking the bra off. Even though he'd love to stare at you like a deer in the headlights, Simon made the adult decision to clear his throat and look for the painkiller. - "To make tea, I'd have to have tea." "Are you fucking joking?" - Simon responded before he could stop himself. "About?" "Not having tea at home." "Why would I joke about not having tea at home?" "You live in the middle of London. Don't know if you're aware of that, but us Brits love tea." "Ghost, you're like really pretty and all, I like you a lot, but..." - You started off, making his eyes narrow - until he realized you were just trying to put his harangue to end. The tone of your voice made Simon lose himself for a bit before you continued with what you had to say.- "Please, give me the fucking painkiller."
"Yes, ma'am." - If you were fully conscious, you'd surely notice the warmth spreading on Simon's face, the baklava poorly hiding his smile as well as the pure adoration in his eyes - now, however, you just smiled at him and gulped the painkiller down. - "It was the last one in the package. Do you have some more hidden around? I could fetch them for you." - Ghost offered quietly, leaning his elbow into the doorframe as he gazed at you lovingly. Price would surely call him a lovesick puppy. "Oh-oh." "Oh-oh?" - Simon repeated after you, this time in pure disbelief. So you didn't have tea, you didn't have painkillers... Was there anything you did have? - "Do you have literally anything of use inside your flat?" - As he asked, you lifted your eyes up to him, your bottom quivering slightly. "Last week had been tough, okay? I was feeling horrible, I felt like I'm running behind, I didn't have time to..." "Me." - Simon whispered, smoothing your shoulder quickly to make sure you wouldn't start crying on him - his palm ghosted over your skin. - "That's what you'd say if you weren't sick. I'd like to think I'm quite useful. What's your conclusion on this statement, ma'am?" "That it's fucking sad." - You nodded to yourself, turning around to walk towards your bed. Slowly, you made sure you'd before you started to take your pants off. - "That fact that you have to make my own jokes for me? Blasphemy. What am I here for if you can't even joke around with me? You can talk to yourself at this point."
"Nonsense." - The man shut down immediately, watching as you started to tuck under the blanket. - "None of the jokes come across as good when you're not the one saying them. You're the funniest person I've met." - Now, you gave Ghost a smug smile - with a grunt, you laid on your back and let him help with tucking you in. "Ha, suck it, Johnny! I fucking knew it." "Don't you blow my cover, deal, ma'am?" "I wouldn't do that, sir. If you'd like to hang around for a bit, it's fine with me. Do whatever you'd like, eat whatever you find, make yourself some coffee... I'd... Feel safer, knowing I'm not alone in here. If you'd like to order a take-out, just take some of my money, I owe you one." "As you wish, Y/N - about the last part, however, negative." - Simon whispered, smoothing your forehead for the last time. - "I'll take care of everything, okay? Don't you worry." "Sounds good, Ghost. Thank you."
As Simon promised, he set out to do - he started by creating an extensive shopping list of everything you might need to recover from your illness... And dear fucking Jesus, there wasn't anything inside the cupboards, the fridge and the pantry sure had seen better days as well. You clearly weren't joking when you said you hit a rough patch. A lot of daily necessities were seemingly missing, ranging from tea, painkillers, and cough syrup all the way to ingredients for cooking a simple meal. Or it was caused by Simon's routines - most of the things he considered daily necessities didn't necessarily have to be on your list.
When the list was completed, Simon kneeled in your hall and clicked his tongue a few times - the furry ball of love was running to him in an instant, holding the edge of a small blanket for babies between her fangs, as if she wanted to show it to him. It looked like Bonnie was particularly fond of this piece of cloth. "Oh, that's just wonderful, babes, is that yours?" - The man murmured, melting at the sight of Bonnie as he petted her gently. His brain was just starting to get a grip - he was inside your flat with you sleeping in the next room. It was easy to let his mind wander a bit, to imagine he'd be putting his shoes in the same shoe rack, hanging his jackets on the same hanger, and sitting beside you on your small sofa with a floral pattern. - "What about a walk, huh? A lass like you needs a long stretch, doesn't she?"
Five minutes later, with your keys attached to his keychain, the duo stepped into the London wilderness. He'd been well-travelled when it came to London, but your part of town was a mystery to him. Finding a fucking supermarket was hard enough, let alone the fucking drug store. As Simon recited everything he deemed necessary to the pharmacist, her expression was becoming more and more stoic the longer the interaction went on. Simon could see the situation being a bit humorous - a 6'3 man with baklava hiding holding a puppy in one of his arms while simultaneously holding three paper bags coming from a nearby supermarket in the other, buying almost two other bags of various medical stuff. The lady, her name was Marianne, was close to asking Simon what the fuck does he need all this for, but she decided against it in the end. After getting Bonnie a cup of her own ice cream (she went crazy for it, seemingly not tasting it until that day), the duo set on their way home. Simon brought you enough tea for an entire month, fresh pastries, butter he deemed the best, a load of permanent food (canned beans were just the beginning) and some veggies, fruits and other goods he was pretty sure you'd find use for. Your lunch breaks gave him a good idea about what you liked concerning food.
When the two arrived back at the flat, it was silent and dark - only your light snoring gave away that someone was inside. - "How about you run off while I clean up and cook something for mummy, hm?" - Simon whispered to Bonnie while letting her off the leash, watching as she ran straight for her blanket, jumping on the sofa right after. Due to her constant whimpering and her attempts to give Simon the remote, he concluded she'd like to watch something. So Bonnie was into TV, huh? He'd never figure this out on his own. Letting music play silently in the background, Simon started preparing the kitchen so he'd have somewhere to cook his famous veggie broth. In this process alone, he completely reorganised it, making sure everything was easily visible and accessible, and clean as if you just brought it home from the convenience store. Simultaneously, he started preparing you a cup of hot tea and the mentioned coughing syrup, because the longer he'd been in the flat, the more coughing came from behind the closed door. And it didn't sound good at all.
Coming into your room, your back was to be turned to the door. It was hard to say, honestly - you seemingly disappeared inside your enormous bed, hiding under an even bigger, thick blanket. Carefully, Simon set the cup on your night table along with the dose of syrup, sitting on the bed with utmost caution. You didn't seem to notice him, dead asleep. Carefully, Simon stuck his palm under the blanket so smooth your shoulder, making you moan with displeasure - goosebumps immediately formed on your skin, informing Simon that the painkiller might've lowered the fever, but you still had chills. "Hey there, sleepyhead... Delivery service. It'll be just a moment and then I'll fuck off, promise." - Ghost whispered, waiting for you to lay down on your back before carefully helping you to sit up.
"What time is it?" - You wondered, accepting the warm tea from Simon. It wasn't boiling hot anymore but it wasn't ice cold either, it was just the right temperature for you to drink half a cuppa in one go. "Still pretty early, you can sleep after you take some of this." - Ghost smiled with his eyes, shaking the small plastic cup of syrup in front of your eyes. "Where did... Where did you get all this? I specifically remember telling you I'm out of tea... And I know I checked for cough syrup yesterday." "Bonnie really wanted to go out for a walk, so we stopped by a few shops, nothing grand." "And what's that wonderful smell?" - You pushed on relentlessly, eyeing Ghost with raising suspicion. "Vegetable broth." "Ghost!" - You squealed, but regretted it very soon - with silent cusses, you started to massage your throat. - "Did you at least take my wallet to pay for my fucking purchases?" "Wanna know the total?" "So you didn't, fucking amazing. Also - yea? Of course, let me pay you right back." "It's precisely... Don't worry about it. It's my treat. How did you phrase it? I don't want a single dime." "Are you insane?" "Been told I am." - Ghost snickered, ending the discussion. - "I gotta go check on how's the broth doing, I'll bring you a bowl when it's done, yeah?" "Fine, wacko. Thank you so much for doing... All of this for me. I can't appreciate it enough." "It's nothing, stinky face. Rest up." "And Ghost?" - You called out just before Simon walked out of the door, so he held it open to hear whatever else you had on your mind. - "I love this song, could you leave the door ajar for me? I'm sure Bonnie loves it too. Pretty sure it's on top of the list of our favourites."
Simon didn't answer your request, he just did as you asked him to. After checking on the broth, he wandered around the flat for a bit before mindlessly starting to clean up. Not that he'd find the flat dirty, it was pretty tidy actually, but he wanted to kill time somehow. In the process of folding clothes laying around into stacks (the military was to be blamed for that), including your fucking coat for some reason. He'd changed all the burned-out candles, done the dishes and started to put all the groceries where they seemingly belonged. After he was done with being the housewife, Simon started picking various books and other items lying around and did his best to put them in their place - books into the bookshelves, leaving various papers and documents lying on the coffee table for you to sort out.
After this, there were truly no chores to perform. The broth still had ten minutes to go and no matter how much Simon tried to resist, he couldn't but snoop around a bit. He went over the photos on your fridge - most of them seemed to be taken when you were out with your friends or family, having you smile at the camera or perform various grimaces, making the others either do the same or laugh happily. There was an old photo of you way back when - it had to be the yearbook photo because while you tried your best to smile, it was painfully obvious you were uncomfortable. There was one under the fridge, Simon noticed on accident, basically - as he bent to pick it up, the expression on his face froze.
It was the guy. The guy he tailed a month ago with his arm over your shoulder. You, seemingly enjoying the moment, were kissing the guy's cheek, your palm splayed all over his chest - one of the easiest ways to spot a dating couple based on picture only. As he turned it around, there was just a simple sentence handwritten in the corner - Billy and I, spring of '23. Simon's footing seemed to be unsteady all of a sudden. Was Billy your boyfriend, then? If he was, the two of you didn't seem to live together. Why was the heated argument in Rosemary's about? Maybe you've broke up recently and Billy was trying to weasel back into your life? Could this be the reason? If you had a sentimental attachment to Billy, though, you'd notice a photo of your sweetheart missing on the fridge. The photo wouldn't be lying under it, between all the dust and other mess that generally gathered in the kitchen, would it? As Simon tried to figure out what to do with the photo, his eyes wandered back to all the disorganized papers he found lying all over the flat.
There was an envelope - it wasn't big, presumably just normal mail. And the sender was named Wiliam. Could these two be connected? Could that be the same person? Against his better judgment, Simon pulled the letter out to read what this William guy wanted from you. Each word made his eyes widen and each line edged Simon to break something. By the time he was done reading the letter, he was nodding to himself, doing his best to keep on biting the inner side of his cheek. If he was connecting the dots correctly, Billy was definitely William. And William was a piece of shit. The throwaway line was starting to make a whole fucking more sense - she is a good judge of character, better than her mum anyways... What was apparent from the letter was that the two of you broke up some time ago - and Billy wasn't taking it well. That son of a whore called you so many names in the letter it was almost impressive - but he also belittled you, made sure you know how much of scum and whore you are to him and in the end asked to see you again. Well, it wasn't a request, came off as an order in Ghost's opinion. And well, as they say, and as far as Ghost could assume - it never takes too much from mental abuse to slip into physical. Based on the letter's stamp, it came three days ago. Billy wasn't done with you, it seemed - this man couldn't seemingly forget about you, in fact.
Ghost was standing in the middle of your living room, trying to keep his shit together. As Ghost once said to Johnny - choices have consequences. And Billy made a hell of a choice. Now, he regretted his decision to leave Billy off the hook. Simon should've tailed him longer. He should've got on the fucking bus with him and made sure to question him regarding you. Maybe pack a few good punches here and there, beating the everliving shit out of him as a warning of what's to come next if Billy even considers coming near you. It took all his will to put the letter and the photo on your coffee table and fish out his phone - Ghost wasn't too far from waking you up, asking you about Billy's address.
"Hey, Si, is everything okay?" - A familiar female voice answered as soon as the call connected. "Hey, Cass. Hope I haven't called at a bad time." "Not at all. Do you need anything? Did the debriefing go bad? Johnny said you aced it - like you always do." "Went as it usually does, you know the drill. Got a favour to ask you." "All ears, Si." - Cassie confirmed, officially stopping doing whatever she was paying attention to. "Y/N's really sick, so I helped her to get home from work - but I gotta be somewhere soon. Would you look after her for the night? I'd assume she's gonna be better tomorrow." - Simon explained, lying as if there was no tomorrow. He had to leave the flat, no matter how much he wanted to stay. It will be best if he just goes to a pub, sedating all the feelings with alcohol.
"Y/N? Which Y/N?" - Cassie asked, doing her best impression of playing dumb. She was trying to pretend you didn't try to find out everything you could Simon on your hangout two weeks ago. "Miss florist." "Oh! Do you two know each other? What a small world." "I'd like to tell you this story some other time. Can I count on you?" "Yes, Si, I'll look after her. I'll be there in ten, just wait for me, okay?" "Thank you, Cass. I owe you one." "Not a chance."
#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x fem!reader#killshot seires#simon riley cod#the drama is starting to get real babez#i genuinely think simon cleans his flat when he's stressed#and i think it's cute#also get ready for the next chapter#mactavish and the reader about to get fucked up hammered#also price will come for their hangout!#yaaay
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Curiosity
A vash x reader fic, or as I call it, how I react if I met vash the Tampede.
There was silence in the room between the two occupants, after a heart beating chase by some bandits a man in a red coat pulled you into a alleyway and hid you in a little room, or a closet specifically, just big enough for two people to fit with a foot of spacing between them. One occupant, the man in the red coat, had his ear pressed to the door, listening if any of the loud men were nearby, an arm wrapped around the young lady he saved. The lady on the other hand, had her attention drawn to something else, the strange blue prosthetic that resembled a human skeletal arm and hand. Even though she was being chased a minute ago she deemed she’s safe now that her savior pulled her out of the bandits sight. She managed to have the hand gripping her arm let go so she could examine the mechanics closer.
“Ok, I think they’re gone, we can- uhhh whatcha doing?” The red clan man stammered, his attention finally on the small woman.
“I’m examining your arm, what’s it’s made of? Never seen anything made of this stuff?” She replies as she brings the hand she observing closer to her face, now looking at the mechanism between the palm and his wrist, moving his hand back and forth as she watches the tiny wheel move with her movement.
“I’m not sure, it’s ancient technology” he rubs the back of his head with his other hand.
The woman glanced up at him for a second before gazing back down at his hand, messing with the individual fingers, “ancient huh? For something ancient it’s conveniently fits you like a glove, someone had to have made it for you, who is it?”
Vash ears are flushed now, never had someone examine him that closely, sure people asked about his prosthetic but they never persisted like this lady did.
“Anyway, I’m vash, can I get your name little miss?” He attempts to gently shake his hand out of her grip but she holds on tighter, a small frown appearing on her face at his attempt to stop her scrutinizing of his hand.
“Y/n. Nice to meet you vash.” She turns the hand over and notices the fingernails on his fingers “you have fingernails too, and your hand is very flexible, can you move it easily or is it hard to do? What is connecting your prosthetic to your arm vash?” She looks up at him with wide eyes, curiosity and questions swimming in her eyes, her eyebrows raised in question as she patiently waits for his answers. Vash blushes more, she reminds him of a curious child that eagerly asks questions about the world around them. “Yeah I can move it around, I can even feel pressure, it’s connected to my nerves.”
“YOU CAN FEEL WITH THIS THING?!” A shout of excitement startled vash, y/n looks at him with shiny eyes, a small eager smile on her lips, like he just told her that theres a circus coming into town. He flexes his fingers in her hand as proof,causing her to gasp in surprise.
“Yeah, I can feel you holding my hand, to be honest I never had a girl be so eager to hold my hand, your the first one to be so forward with wanting to hold it” he sheepishly smiles, hoping she lets go of his hand soon. It’s nice to have his hand held but he can’t stay in this closet forever to let her examine him to her pleasure, he has to get supplies before he leaves town. “Listen, it was lovely to meet you but I gotta go”
“Wait what!? No! Where you going? I wanna ask more questions!” She whines at hearing he’s not staying longer. Her hold on his hand tightens, enough for vash to winch slightly at the increased pressure, she’s adamant on him not going isn’t she?
“Missy didn’t your mother never taught you to not talk to strange men? Especially hold their hand so eagerly? We haven’t even gone on a date and you already holding my hand like we a couple”
The woman smiles at him with a mischievous look in her eye.��your the one that pulled me in here with you, and you were already holding my hand, so I think it’s you that needs to learn not to drag strangers into small spaces~” she teases him, causing his face to go even redder.
“B-but I was simply saving you from those ruffians chasing you!” Stammering he tries to defend his actions
“And I thank you for your help but you still shouldn’t pull people into small spaces, because then you have this problem like right now” she retorts as her smile gets wider.
“Of a woman holding my hand hostage?” He quips back.
“Nooo~ of a woman eager to learn everything about your interesting limb here! I wonder what other interesting secrets you got hidden?” She leans in vash face a bit as emphasis, having to stand on her toes due to their height difference.
“I don’t have any! I swear! Miss you kinda creeping me out!” He’s now trying to shake his hand out of her tight grip
With a sigh she lets go of his hand, the stampede sighs in relief as he flexes his fingers, checking nothing got damaged in her strong grip.
“Apologies for the intrusiveness, I never seen someone with a cool arm, and there’s limited books in this town, which I already read multiple times but I still wanna Learn more about things.so seeing you had this ancient tech made me excited. It was rude of me to hold you hostage , your free to go.” She looks down at her shoes and twiddles her thumbs.
“That’s okay, thank you for freeing me, but I gotta leave now,bye!” Vash ignores her sad look in her eyes and skedaddles out of the closet, eager to be free from the strange woman.
‘What a weird lady’ he thinks as he heads on to get his errands done.
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Premieres
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Bad Girl, by The Miracles (Song; 1959)
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The Big Snooze (Chilly Willy Cartoon; 1957)
A Bird in a Guilty Cage (WB LT Cartoon; 1952)
Carnival Row (TV Series; 2019)
Dance, Girl, Dance (Film; 1940)
The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance (TV Series; 2019)
Emma (Film; 1996)
Flesh + Blood (Film; 1985)
The Funny World of Fred and Barney (Live Action/Animated TV Variety Show; 1978)
The Good Girl (Film; 2002)
Heart-Shaped Box, by Nirvana (Song; 1993)
Hey Jude, by The Beatles (Song; 1968) [1st Apple Records release]
Highway 61 Revisited, by Bob Dylan (Album; 1965)
Kravn the Hunter (Film; 2023)
The Late Show with David Letterman (Talk Show; 1993)
Little Cesario (MGM Cartoon; 1941)
Medúlla, by Björk (Album; 2004)
A Mouse in the House (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1947)
Music of the Sun, by Rihanna (Album; 2005)
Never Kick a Woman (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1936)
Otello (Opera Film by Franco Zeffirelli; 1986)
Putting on the Act (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1940)
Santana, by Carlos Santana (Album; 1969)
The School for Scandal, by Samuel Barber (Overture; 1933)
Short in the Saddle (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1963)
Side to Side, by Ariana Grande (Song; 2016)
Slow Days, Fast Company, by Eve Babitz (Short Stories; 1977)
State Fair (Film; 1945)
Surf’s Up, by The Beach Boys (Song; 1971)
Terror on the Midway (Fleischer Cartoon; 1942) [#9]
The Three Bears (Ub Iwerks ComiColor Cartoon; 1935)
Top Hat (Film; 1935)
What Happened to Monday (Film; 2017)
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Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 243 of 2024; 123 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 5 of Week 35 of 2024
Celtic Tree Calendar: Coll (Hazel) [Day 28 of 28]
Chinese: Month 7 (Ren-Shen), Day 27 (Bing-Yin)
Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]
Hebrew: 26 Av 5784
Islamic: 24 Safar 1446
J Cal: 3 Gold; Threesday [3 of 30]
Julian: 17 August 2024
Moon: 11%: Waning Crescent
Positivist: 19 Gutenberg (9th Month) [Fulton]
Runic Half Month: Rad (Motion) [Day 8 of 15]
Season: Summer (Day 72 of 94)
Week: 4th Full Week of August
Zodiac: Virgo (Day 9 of 32)
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Diabolik Lovers - An Angel's Embrace AU: Sofia Sakamaki 🐰
Bio for my DL OC Sofia, who will be a main character for my Angel's Embrace story. (Image made in this Picrew. )
WARNING:Diabolik Lovers is a dark series with mature themes and topics. Discretion is advised. . . .
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Biographical Information
Kanji: ソフィア
Romaji: Sakamaki Sofia
Nickname(s): Pipsqueak (Aayato); Usa-Chan (Kanato); Missy (Reiji); Princess (Laito & Karlheinz); Sis (Shu & Subaru); Little Sofia (Yui); The Brat (Carla and Shin); That Woman's Brat (Cordelia)
Birthday: Info Coming Soon!
Sign: Info Coming Soon!
Age: 12
Status: Alive
Physical and Vital Statistics
Race: 1/2 First Blood, 1/2 Vampire
Ethnicity: Mexican & Japanese
Gender: Female
Height: Average height for a 12 year old
Weight: Unknown
Blood Type: O Negative
Eyes: Liquid Gold
Hair: Light Pink
Professional Status
Occupation: Student at Nevermore Academy
Affiliation: The Sakamaki Family; The Amor Family
Personal Status
Family:
Giesbach + (Maternal Bio Grandfather); Gabriel (Maternal Step-Grandfather); Carmen + (Maternal Grandmother); Karlheinz (Father); Angelica (Mother); Richter (Paternal Uncle); Carla (Maternal Uncle); Shin (Maternal Uncle); Camilo (Maternal Uncle); Victor (Maternal Uncle); Akira (Older Brother); Shu (Older Half Brother); Reiji (Older Half Brother); Ayato (Older Half Brother); Kanato (Older Half Brother); Laito (Older Half Brother); Kino (Older Half Brother); Subaru (Older Half Brother); Various cousins (mother's side)
Hobbies: Watching movies and playing games
Favorite Food: Pozole
VC (Voice Claim): Luz Noceda from The Owl House
Sofia Sakamaki (ソフィア Sakamaki Sofia) is the only daughter and the youngest member of the Sakamaki family. She is the youngest daughter of Karlheinz Sakamaki, the Vampire King, and Angelica Amor-Sakamaki, Karlheinz's fourth wife, with Akira being her only full blooded older brother.
Appearance
Sofia is an adorable young girl with slightly wavy light pink hair and lightly tanned skin that she inherited from her mother and grandmother, with her liquid gold eyes from her father Karlheinz. Like her mother Angelica, Sofia has a beauty mark, but it's located near her lip like her older brother Laito. She has pierced ears, which she's had ever since she was a baby. Sofia wears some of her hair in little buns decorated with black ribbons.
For attire, Sofia wears a white lace shirt with long billowy sleeves, a red pendant, a black buttoned vest, a black skirt, dark grey leggings, and black Mary Jane shoes.
Her Nevermore Academy school uniform consists of her wearing a raven black dress with long sleeves and silver embellishments, a little white ribbon at the base of her neck, white stockings, and black flats.
Personality
Sofia is a kind and empathetic girl, which is a bit surprising considering who her family is and her background. But considering that her mother and older brothers made sure to keep her as innocent as possible, it shouldn't be that surprising.
Because of her close relationship with her family, Sofia likes to do different types of activities with them based on their similar interests: with Kanato and Laito, she likes to play dress up games.
Her empathy helps her make friends with others rather easily, like with Yui. Because Sofia cares for her well-being, she was able to become close with the blonde despite her new and scary situation.
Due to her being the youngest and the only girl in the Sakamaki family, she has the most freedom, which is something that her brothers are a little jealous about, but that's something they don't blame Sofia for.
Despite being considered to be the most "well mannered" among her siblings, Sofia can be a bit of an instigator and mischief maker when she wants to be, though she doesn't take things too far.
History
Sofia is the youngest child of the Sakamaki family and also the only girl. Because of this, her father Karlheinz decided not to have her be a part of his "Adam and Eve" plan, allowing the young vampire to live a relatively normal life.
Her mother and brothers raised her in the human realm due to the fact that they had moved from Eden to Japan sometime before her birth. Sofia was given a lot of love by her parents and brothers, and was sheltered from some of the horrors that could occur in the demon realm.
Sofia, however, is aware that her father had married three other women before marrying her mother, meaning that she knows her brothers are only related to her through their father. This didn't make her love them any less, because she doesn't see why she'd need to care because they're still family to her. However, Sofia is also semi-aware of the treatment Cordelia, Beatrix, and Christa gave to her brothers, making not have very high opinions of the three women, especially Cordelia.
When Sofia was old enough to read and write, Karlheinz had her enrolled to Nevermore Academy, a famous and prestigious school in the demon realm. However, due to Sofia living in the human realm at the time, it would be a bit difficult for her to attend the school. Karlheinz made a compromise with the school to have them send the schoolwork to the Sakamaki mansion, and he'll have the homework sent back with the help of a familiar for it to be graded.
Relationships
For Sofia's relationships with the Sakamaki family.
For Sofia's relationship with Yui.
For Sofia's relationships with the Amor family.
For Sofia's relationships with the Mukami family.
For Sofia's relationships with the Tsukinami family.
Powers & Abilities
Increased speed, inhuman strength, increased vision and hearing, and smell; regeneration; healing saliva; teleportation; flying (during a full moon); and self defense techniques
Etymology
Sofia's surname Sakamaki means "reverse winding" (逆巻).
Fun Facts
Sofia has high functioning autism, causing her to be placed in the special education classes in Nevermore Academy.
One of her favorite fictional characters is Kirby.
Sofia is the only member of her family to be attending a different school: while the brothers attend Ryoutei Academy in the human realm, she is a student at Nevermore Academy, which is located in the demon realm.
Sofia is ambidextrous, though her most dominant hand is her right one.
She likes to be Angelica and Reiji's taster tester whenever they're cooking.
She doesn't like food that's too spicy.
Like Shu, Sofia has a fear of scary clowns.
Her favorite Studio Ghibli film is "Howl's Moving Castle": she even developed a crush on the title character, Howl Jenkins.
Sofia has a pet hellhound named Howl, who she named after her favorite character.
She knows some German thanks to Reiji.
Unlike the rest of her brothers, Sofia doesn't like drinking blood from humans. She typically drinks artificial blood from tablets or blood from animals.
Most of her clothes are picked out by Reiji whenever they have an important event to attend to.
Despite being the older brother, Laito goes to Sofia to take care of any bugs and creepy crawlies he finds in his room.
One time when she was a baby, Sofia had called Reiji "papa" in front of Karlheinz by mistake: not only was this her first word, but it made Karlheinz annoyed that she thought he was a stranger to her.
Sofia is a fan of Kou Mukami and his music.
She considers Yui to be a sister, and even hopes that one day she'll be her sister-in-law, though which of her brothers she wants Yui to marry is unclear.
Sofia has many aunts, uncles, and cousins from her mother's side of the family that live either in California or Mexico.
Her favorite book is Anne of Green Gables, with her second favorite being Little Women.
Sofia's brothers tend to argue over who is her favorite, though when they decided to ask her, Sofia simply says that she doesn't have a favorite because she doesn't want to hurt their feelings.
She has a signed poster of Kou Mukami.
It is said that Sofia gets her knack for mischief making from either Ayato or their shared father Karlheinz.
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This took freaking forever! One of the reasons why is because I tried to base it off of the character bios from the Diabolik Lovers wiki.
#diabolik lovers#dialovers#diahell#diabolik lovers oc#🐰sofia sakamaki#an angel's embrace au#the sakamaki family#character bio#picrew oc#manga and anime#vampire#demons#picrews#anime girl#anime picrew#anime gif#by jazzy 💖
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Cat Got Your Tongue?
Ainley!Master tosses a few strays into the Doctor’s TARDIS in hopes of causing chaos. Years upon years later, Missy hears faint meowing.
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It was impossible not to chuckle as he approached the blue box, hand gripped tightly around the handle of the clunky, gray carrier. Its occupants were getting restless, he could tell by the shifting of weight within the bigger-on-the-inside-but-still-not-quite-adequate space, his already vigorous steps quickening in response. This was all too perfect. The celery-clad Time Lord was long gone, having wandered off to who knows where, into who knows what, with his little band of playthings. No one was around, no one would have even an inkling of the Master’s scheme until it was time.
Reaching the doors, he sat the carrier by his feet and retrieved the lockpicking kit from his pocket. In just a few minutes, the door clicked open, allotting a glimpse into the all-white console room. Grin prominent on his face, he tucked the kit away and bent down, aligning the carrier with the entryway.
“In you go, my pretties,” he said as he unlatched the metal door.
One by one, they trotted out of the gray box and into the blue. There was a brown tabby, a fluffy tuxedo, an orange tom, another tabby, and a plump calico; all took their time looking around the new space, approaching every object with cautious curiosity.
With a final, mischievous chuckle, the Master closed and relocked the doors, picking up the now empty carrier before turning in the direction of his own TARDIS. It almost saddened him that he wouldn’t get to see the Doctor’s reaction for himself. The bewildered shock was bound to be priceless, but oh well. Maybe they’d have a chat about it the next time they met.
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Humming an improvised tune, Missy stood at the hexagonal console, waiting for the monitor to display the status of the parts she replaced. It was, quite frankly, impressive the Doctor hadn’t managed to blow himself up, considering how badly he’d neglected-
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