#my-rosegold-soul

[littlelamy]

hey queen was wondering if you could do an angsty rafe fic don’t care what the topic is just need my soul to be crushed tbh…

anyway love your work😛😛

lamy's note: thank you bby!! i hope i did it justice! 💗

the evening clung to the air, heavy and suffocating like a storm waiting to break. you stepped into the mansion, your heels clicking against the marble floors, echoing in the quiet stillness of tan lines and rosegold hues. everything about tonight felt off. rafe’s texts had been sporadic, distracted. but you’d convinced yourself it was just his usual mood swings—the volatility that came with his name, his family, his demons.

“just come over,” he’d said earlier, voice low like he was speaking through gritted teeth. you’d asked if everything was okay, but the curt reply and abrupt end to the call told you everything you needed to know. he was pissed about something. probably ward. maybe topper. or… maybe you.

anxiety gnawed at the edge of your thoughts, a sharp-toothed beast sinking into your resolve. still, you went. because it’s rafe. and you’ve never been able to stop yourself when it comes to him. his pull was magnetic, a gravity you couldn’t escape no matter how much it burned.

but as you approached the living room, your heart sank. voices. hers.

sofía.

your pulse quickened, thundering in your ears. you knew sofía had been hanging around more. her smile always too sweet, her touch lingering a second too long when she’d brush rafe’s arm at parties. you’d pretended not to notice. pretended to trust him. because rafe promised you, over and over again, that he was yours.

but now, as you turned the corner, you saw it.

rafe’s back was to you, broad shoulders taut under the strain of whatever this was. sofía stood inches from him, her hand on his chest, and before you could even process what was happening, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his.

for a moment, it felt like time stopped. your lungs seized, your vision blurred. the room tilted like you’d just stepped off a spinning carnival ride, nausea and disbelief crashing into you all at once.

“rafe,” you choked out, voice cracking under the weight of betrayal.

his head snapped up, his blue eyes wide with shock. “baby, it’s not—”

“this isn’t what it looks like!” sofía interrupted, a perfect picture of feigned innocence, but you saw the glint in her eye, the slight curl of her lips. she wanted this. she wanted you to see.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you spat, glaring at her. your hands were trembling now, the fight-or-flight adrenaline coursing through you making every nerve hum with raw energy. “are you seriously trying to act like i didn’t just see you?”

sofía shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. her expression was maddeningly calm, like she was toying with a piece of prey. “he didn’t kiss me back,” she said smoothly, like that somehow made it better.

“get the fuck out,” rafe growled, his voice low and dangerous. the venom in his tone made even sofía hesitate for a split second before she gave a mocking smile and sauntered out of the room, hips swaying like she’d won.

silence hung between you like a blade, sharp and ready to sever whatever fragile thread was left.

“you’re unbelievable,” you finally said, your voice trembling, barely containing the torrent of emotions surging within. “she’s been throwing herself at you for weeks and you just… what? let her?”

“no!” rafe took a step toward you, his face a mess of desperation and guilt, but you recoiled, and it hit him like a slap. “baby, i swear to god, i didn’t—i wouldn’t. she kissed me, i didn’t even—”

“but you didn’t stop her.”

he froze, his jaw tightening as your words landed. “what?”

“you didn’t fucking stop her, rafe.” your voice cracked, the dam breaking as tears spilled over despite your best effort to keep them at bay. “how am i supposed to believe you when you just stood there?”

“baby, please.” his voice broke, raw and pleading. he reached for you again, his hands trembling now, but you stepped back, shaking your head. the distance between you felt insurmountable.

“i trusted you,” you whispered, the words bitter on your tongue. “i fucking trusted you.”

“and you still can,” he insisted, his voice rising with desperation, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “you’re it for me. you’re the only one, i swear. she’s nothing, okay? she’s fucking nothing.”

“but i’m supposed to just ignore what i saw?” your voice rose too, the pain clawing its way out of your chest, demanding to be heard. “how many times do i have to wonder if i’m enough for you, rafe? if you even fucking want me?”

“you are,” he said fiercely, the raw intensity of his words cutting through the tension. he stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until you were backed against the wall. his hand cupped your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. “you’re everything. i need you to believe me.”

you shook your head, fresh tears spilling over, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. “i don’t know if i can.”

his hand dropped, his expression crumpling as the weight of your words crushed him. “don’t say that,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. “don’t fucking say that.”

“then prove it,” you said, your voice trembling but firm, the storm inside you raging. “prove to me that i’m not wasting my time loving you.”

his eyes searched yours, frantic, his chest rising and falling as he tried to find the words. and for the first time, you saw it. fear. raw, unfiltered fear. because he knew. he knew he was on the verge of losing you, and for once in his life, rafe cameron didn’t have a plan to fix it.

and the worst part? you weren’t sure you wanted him to.

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[imagineredwood]

5. Neighbors 🏠

Summary: First he was your neighbor, then your friend, now your…Valentine?

Pairing: Jax Teller x female reader

Warnings: none that I can think of

Word count: 683

A/N: Haven't written for Jax in forever and somehow forgot that he's just so prettyyyyyy

The knock on your door was sharp yet soft as it rang out. It startled you, your phone tumbling from your hand and onto your lap as you cursed. Hand to your chest, you smiled knowing exactly who it was at your door just by the knock. You trotted up and unlocked your door, unsurprised to see Jax standing there with a lopsided smile. You were surprised, however, to see his hands. His arms were cradling a bouquet of pink roses, a pink teddy bear, a heart-shaped carton of chocolates, and a card. He shifted his weight to his other foot awkwardly, his smile warm but nervous-looking now. 

"Good afternoon, darlin'." 

You blinked, feeling heat starting to rise up on your cheeks and ears. 

"Good afternoon, Jax." 

He wiggled his arms a bit, his own cheeks taking on the slightest of a pink hue. 

"I remember you saying that you didn't have a Valentine this year, or any of the other years for that matter. So I figured I'd spoil you." 

Your heart thumped in your chest, your lips forming into a smile of their own accord. 

"I...I don't know what to say." 

The Son grinned, his boyish charm ever-present. 

"Thank you would be fine." 

You chuckled, willing the heat that prickled the tips of your ears to go away. 

"Thank you, Jax." 

You opened the door wide and let him into your home, not for the first time. He was your neighbor going on a year, and the both of you had enjoyed each other's company on and off in the recent months. He was a single dad and you were just single, both of you forming a friendship that every now and then seemed to be just a little bit more than that. You had a crush on him for a while now, late-night deep conversations making you fall for him on the nights when you watched the boys if needed. You'd learned about him and in turn, he'd learned about you. Which was exactly why he was here now. 

He placed the items down on your counter and turned back to face you with a suddenly sheepish smile. 

"Figured you didn't have a Valentine and neither did I, so it only made sense right?" 

You nodded, butterflies in your stomach. 

"I feel bad, I didn't get you anything. I didn't want to seem,..."

You trailed off and the Son smirked. 

"Forward?"

You nodded and let out a soft laugh. I also didn't know if I had been reading too much into things." 

Jax leaned back against your counter, and shrugged, blue eyes sparkling as they gazed at you. 

"No reading too much into anything here. I'll have you if you'll have me." 

He was playing it off cool, but the truth was he was just as nervous as you. He liked you, had for a while now, but shared the same apprehension as you. What if you were just being nice? What if you only wanted to be friends? What if he had just too much baggage? But seeing your giddiness, he knew the feeling was mutual. You smiled softly, his eyes drawn to the warmth of your smile and your eyes and he held both hands out towards you. Steps slow, you made your way up to him, placing your hands into his and sighing happily as they closed around yours. He tugged you into him suddenly, laughing at the gasp you let out as you tumbled into his chest. He placed his hands on your waist respectfully high and squeezed, his smile fading as he looked at you. 

"I mean it. I like you. The boys like you. I'd say it's fair that you like me. So,"

His thumb was gentle as it traced circles into your side and you nodded softly, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, the flannel warm and comforting under your fingertips. 

"If you're asking me to be your Valentine this year, then yes. I will." 

Jax grinned, his perfect teeth on full display. 

"And the years after that if I'm lucky."

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[tabbyhoney]

Gorgeous

Inspired by the Fanfiction 'Fear of you' from @sleepwalkersqueen

Note: Apparently my brain didn't like that much of an open ending and I also couldn't wait to let my friend proofread it:). But this most likely will be the last chapter and once I have a seperate AO3 account I will post it there (I'll post it once it is on there and when I figured AO3 out;)). Btw. yes, I did write sappy poems.

Last

Warnings: Torture, implied intend of r*pe, implied r*pe, swearing, Junto

Chapter 06

Perhaps she is the most beautiful girl you met,

A rare porcelain curse

Raying light in the sunset.

A Beauty beyond the universe.

Shining eyes beyond the horizion,

Dipping down into the deepest sky and ocean,

Touching the soul, but touching none,

Something so sweet and rare for lovin, not asking fo devotion.

Cascading blonde hair shimmering rosegold,

Rich colour for a luxurious one.

Warm hands with a soft touch made to hold.

Glistening smooth skin.

A warmth you only knew from a better time,

But ten times more loving.

Because as you learned over time,

It was never her beauty that encaptured the first time,

It was the strong eyes,

Held together by the nose that was so far up,

Arrogant, snarky, true and unbelievable wise.

Her entire attitude held together by a flawless setup.

A setup that barely held lies in her soul.

Instead it was the fuel,

Fire burning up her truthfull goal.

Recovery for a fool.

Three men were currently inside a back room in the pink cavern. A large, bulky one held a cigarette between his teeth while he leaned against the door, blocking the only entrance. A smug grin was plastered across his face. 

The other man was pacing around the room, one eye always on the two figures sitting on the sofa. A scene that could freeze the blood of the toughest soldiers or would put even Harima into a sweat. Being prey to hungry predators.

Wine glasses clinking against each other, one shaking that was held by the slender hand with red-colored nails of a woman who wished for nothing more than to escape this room. Eyes flicked at each man at any given second, hoping to find any kind of loophole to escape this tension-filled room. She feared even her smooth talking would not get her out of here.

The taste of the most expensive wine felt wonderful on the taste buds. The rich flavor and the sweet note in the aftertaste left a warm feeling of fulfillment. In any other situation, she would have sighed, leaning back against anything and relaxing in this feeling. Listening to the quiet of the night while the alcohol slowly consumed her mind, easing up her muscles and stress. Watching the cats and birds with a smile. A blissful heaven on earth as she dreamed about a different life.

Only this time, with each sip she was forced to take, felt like another second closer to hell.

 

The warm hand resting against her waist burned into her skin. It felt like a hot iron tightly pressed into it that could even make the strongest person howl in pain; she stayed quiet. A sensation that only grew with the pain when she got pulled closer to the side of the man, she tried her best to forget his name. Not wanting to indulge in his promise, he made her.

“Now tell me, little lady,” he purred against her face. “Takami liked you, didn't he? Or at least he pretended to.”. His voice sounded like a mockery, being so full of himself that he was certain Shinyo only pretended, but they never actually had any conversations like that.

She didn't know if he liked her the way she loved him, with all her flaws overflowing with unearned unconditional love.

She pressed her lips together tightly; the hot air and the smell of blood in his breath made her sick. Her stomach churned, and she had to hold everything together to not vomit on him. Even if this could give her a satisfied feeling of defying that man, it reminded her too much of memories she hid in the deepest depths of her mind. Even if those memories haunt her with every decision.

The man chuckled at her reaction, having noticed every muscle that tensed up in her body and how her face contorted in pain he hadn't even inflicted on her yet. Her heartbeat was louder than the crashing waves of a storm. He had her exactly where he needed her to be, in terrifying fear with phantom pains.

Talons grew from his fingertips, wandering down her side. The black dress along her skin was cut open by the second. His hands dug deep into the flesh of her hips, right at the side where the fat of her ass started. She held back a scream with a sharp gasp. The sudden stinging pain made her realize how helpless she is.

“Perhaps a little snack would ease your mood?” He asked with his head buried in the crook of her neck. Nibbling at the thin skin with his sharp teeth, just enough so no blood escaped the bruised flesh. But enough to make her body shudder.

Amaya stayed as quiet as a mouse. The freshly inflicted wound soaked her torn dress full of blood; it was cold. With a snap of his finger, one of the men went outside to get some food. Momentarily getting her out of this trance just to fall right into the radio silence again. Her ears and eyes are deaf to everything surrounding her, like a toy with no will or mind.

She didn’t notice when he got back. The sharp talons traced lazy patterns into her skin; even that didn't put her back into reality despite the burning of her flesh. Only the smell of something with meat caught her full attention; to her growing horror, it was definitely chicken—a bird at the very least.

“Look at that; he brought some chicken nuggets,” the man grinned. Taking the plate, he broke his hot touch on her body, leaving a cold burn mark. “Take one,” he said, practically shoving the plate into her face. A wide grin that belonged to the devil spread across his lips.

For the first time since she had to endure this endless torture, she was not able to hold back her wretching. Holding her hands against her mouth out of instinct, she covered her nose to block out the sickening smell of the chicken. This was already too much to handle, and this was not even the worst they could do.

All she could see in that moment was the dead bird on her desk and how it tasted when her instincts overwhelmed her tiny, stupid bird brain. The crunching sound of breaking bones is mixed with the bloody taste of fresh, untouched meat. The classmate who saw her—or was it even a classmate? She couldn't remember.

“Come on, you look half-starved. Some meat will do you good,” the man cooed. “Or perhaps you'd like something else? Beef? Snake?”

Amaya would prefer to eat nothing. Her skin crawled with just the mere memory of meat between her teeth. How the light, chewy texture melts in her mouth with each bite. A little bit chewy in some parts, it felt like polishing your teeth with something rubbery. The taste filled all your senses with a warm, pleasant feeling that made you dig right into it again. Stupid instincts.

With a forced smile that made her face feel ticklish, she said between her teeth, "N-no, thank you." As soon as she tried to decline the offer of food, his hand snapped forward to her throat. Squeezing it tightly.

Gasping for air, her hand snapped forward to his wrist, trying to pull it away from her but having no success. Not even her own talons seem to bother the man.

“You eat it.”

 

Slowly, he pulled away from the terrified woman. Her heartbeat was racing like an old machine running over time. Shaking like a leaf, she took a nugget off the plate. With a quick glance at the man, she realized there was no backing down. Biting down on the tasteful little piece was the first problem. Focusing on all the weird sensations in her mouth was the second. The last and worst part was continuing her chewing and having to swallow it.

Even with her worst hangover or being incredibly sick, Amaya has never felt such an urge to cut open her stomach. Her throat burned when she tried to hold back her wretching. Tears were prickling down the side of her face, the mascara running along with it.

But even with her best efforts, she was not able to hold back the contents of her stomach.

Junt- the man, laughed at the pitiful figure. Watching her vomit at the side of the table and listening to her cry. Now it was clear he knew about her apprehension towards meat; this was the beginning of her torture. If he had not known this fact, it must have been the luckiest guess of his day. How could he know something as intimate as that was beyond her understanding? Only two people knew. One would take it to their grave, and the other wouldn't care enough to tell him that.

Junto grabbed her hair, pulling her up with such force that she fell against the sofa. With his thumb, he wiped the remains off of her lips, disgusting. Eyes glowing with satisfaction, he sat between her legs. His sharp red eyes bore into the depths of her brain, making out each imperfection on her face. Absent-mindedly, he stated, “On closer inspection, you really don't look as perfect as everyone claims.”.

 

Her eye twitched.

 

“Are you willing to talk now?” He asked while placing one hand under her chin to make her look into his eyes. “Or perhaps we should just start with the fun part.”

With one swift motion, he tore open her dress, revealing her underwear. The sound ripped through the room, with the other two men glancing at the display with a smirk on their lips. “The girl also started to remember afterwards. I mean, not that she knew much anyway, but for me and my men, it was a good stress relief.”.

“And a good thing is you aren't pregnant, right? At least your doctor had some interesting things to say about you. Nature can be cruel, right?”

Exposed, vulnerable, and in absolute misery would be the best way to describe the emotions of Amaya. The dreadful torture of him taking his time was only the cherry on top.

Oh, Amaya could curse every single choice she ever made right now. She could curse out the day she started at university and the day she started working for Tartarus. Curse the day Endeavour gave her the last key to every floor in prison. Curse the day her parents were lucky enough to have her. Curse the man who would be responsible for this.

Even with the fear and anger rising in her chest, she still wasn't able to shake this gorgeous face off her mind. She was praying that she would wake up next to this charming asshole of a man and had no worries except for the next week, when she would be at work again. At this point, she would even quit Tartarus and work in a clinic or be self-employed. Being woken up by an energetic little fluff ball instead of enduring this. Or dealing with criminals in general.

Everything in this world would be better than this.

Even death would be less cruel.

dying for a man who you fell in love with in disturbing circumstances...

With the last drop of spite she found in her trembling body, Amaya did what she was able to do.

 

Curse the man who was responsible.

“Fuck you! You can do whatever you want, you sick bastard, but I will not give you the satisfaction of winning a game I never wanted to play,” Amaya snarled right into his face. Eyes burning with fire, she was determined to never wipe out. Not for him, not for anyone. Even if it meant experiencing one of the worst disgraces known to humans, even if she would die from it for him,.

The last person to always have trust in him.

Pouring oil into an already-stirring fire was promised to cause an explosion, but parents mostly never told their children to never take out an oil fire with water. Juntos's talons dove deep into the pulse on her neck, blood trickling down where the talons bore into her skin. Feeling her vision get blurry and her head start to feel lightheaded, Amaya did what she was able to do best.

Never back down too easily.

Activating her quirk made her body temperature rise instantly, and the wounds started to close themselves. At the cost of exhaustion and a fever, she was filled with determination to not die. After all, she still had so much work to do. Even if it would take all her energy to survive, for one last hello, she would endure. For one last hug, she would survive.

The blow she expected to feel never came. She was ready to feel the ripped clothes leaving her body completely, becoming more vulnerable than she already was, but it never came. Junto didn't do the thing he hinted at from the beginning.

Instead, it was a skilled hand twisting her arm in an unnatural position; it did not crack just yet, but the pain was burning. The skin stretched and had already turned red; the snap was short and less painful than expected.

A crack in the ear deafens the sound traveling through hollow parts of her body. The grinding of the broken bone inside was an agonizing pain that got more uncomfortable with the thought of what was happening inside. Her quirk started mending the bones back together, at least as best as her quirk allowed it.

Her breath got caught in her throat, and she suppressed the urge to scream. The small amount of energy she had left was daring to leave her completely. How pathetic to already be at the limit, she thought.

“It's no fun if you are already expecting that." Junto chimed, pushing the table with a quick kick into the next wall. The crash of splintering wood was loud, along with the glass bursting into millions of shiny pieces.

Junto grabbed her by the hair, throwing her with no effort to the ground. She shrieked and covered her head with her arms, hoping it would shield her from the hard floor, but it didn't.

“Now let me tell you one thing, Songbird," he purred, rubbing his shoe into her cheek. “I just want a nice little present for Takami, perhaps your head or maybe your eyes.”

If his sickening sweet voice was a reference to something he could not possibly know was unknown and, quite frankly, not her concern at the moment, instead, she had to focus on the stinging in her cheek. The warm liquid that traveled down her forehead when she failed to protect her head. Her body burned like an open fire as she tried everything in her power to keep the damage to a minimum. Quirk started to let the downside show by making her feverish.

Tears welled in her eyes, and a broken sob escaped her throat. She wished for nothing more than to go home, snuggle up in her futon, and never get up again from the cozy warmth. And just maybe not be alone in doing so, but being alone would be fine too.

“No need to cry; I'll make sure you'll stay alive." Junto's boot left her cheek, and he crouched down to her on one knee. His talons grazed along her bruised cheek. “I still need you alive, much like his chick.”

Amaya froze up for a moment. Not because the stinging got worse by the cuts and with the air contact, it started to burn like the pits of hell, but because he had Shinyo’s kid. Somehow.

When Junto stepped away, she was ready to jump up and try escaping the stuffy room. She didn't care if they might catch her; she just needed to escape. Before she was even able to balance her weight on her shaky legs, the two other men pinned her to the ground. Their entire body weight was pressing against her arms, the broken one pumping with excruciating pain.

Struggling in their grip, she continued trying to stand up, but they were much stronger even if she were to use her mutant powers.

“Why do you even care? He probably gives no shit about me!” Amaya spat, glaring up at the man. After all, it was him who said he didn't care.

Junto laughed; it was cold and honest.

“Silly woman”

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Shinyo didn't know why he even bothered trying to sleep while his babyfeathers were somewhere out there, alone and malnourished in the cold. The anxiety gnawed at his insides, and the paranoia made him choke on his own breath. If his poor kid's condition would even make him stay alive long enough, that was questionable. Deep inside, he hoped he was at least somewhat safe with that damn Spider.

No matter how much he searched and searched, his sweet little chick was nowhere to be found. He felt as helpless as a bird in a cage with cut-off wings. A half-dead one, even.

At this rate, he might as well die. There was no one he could ask for help from anymore. No one would be stupid enough to challenge the government for some malnourished kid. Especially his kid.

His limping steps led him back to the room where Wolf was. He wouldn't dare admit it, but he felt the need to know his opinion.

“I thought we agreed you would sleep,” Wolf said without turning around.

Shinyo smirked, his eyes empty. “I don't need beauty sleep; I am already perfect.”

“You'd be surprised when you find out there are prettier people outside.”

Shinyo slumped down on the floor, making an agreeable sound. Deep down, he knew the reason why Tsuki was not the image he saw—there was someone even better than the woman he married so quickly.

Wolf turned around, not expecting Shinyo to agree with him. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And who is that?” Wolf asked, thinking he might know the answer.

His eyes darted up, gleaming with danger. Shinyo didn't understand why Wolf would even care, considering he would put her in danger if he even dared say her name. He might as well lie to him or just punch him to the ground.

“I met a pretty woman at my interrogation before they started using the more extreme methods.”

“Oh? Does the dog have a crush?” he mocked.

“She smelled like you.”

Shinyo’s eyes widened; it couldn't be Tsuki, and he has not touched any woman ever since. Not like that or ever since leaving Tsukis Place. He prayed to any god that would hopefully hear him that Wolf would not say her name, which he feared might be the one. The image that still haunts him in the most precious way.

He wasn't even able to deny her presence in his head anymore; she had too many similarities to Tsuki but was so much better than he remembered her. 

“I believe her name was Howashi Am-”

“Stop!” Shinyo growled, “I don't want to hear her name.”

Wolf stayed calm and silent. He could practically feel Shinyo’s body tensing up at the mention of her name. Even if Shinyo snapped at him, he was certain of one thing, something his nose never lied about. Though it was a deranged scent, it was clear he cared very deeply about her. That or she was the reason he was so fearful of being touched.

“She seemed genuine; maybe she can help.”. He scratched that thought quickly out of his mind. Back then, she didn't seem like the type to use physical harm on people; she had a sharp mind for that. 

Wolf was, of course, correct. Was there someone better to ask than a pretty woman who worked for the country and had the charm of a prince who made every princess in the land fall in love with him? She could simply sleep herself to the information he needed. Hell, she could probably let Harima eat out of her hands if she played her cards right.

But that made his stomach sick.

"No,” Shinyo said. He did not want her in danger. “I can't let her go through this." Unlike his son, he was able to push her to safety because she still had a life worth living. But most importantly, he still felt like he owned Keigo in a way he never realized he could own something, much like he once thought Tsuki belonged to him. Amaya did not belong to him. "Besides, I have no way of fucking knowing where she is." And as long as she was as safe as now, it would be okay. It was okay to never see her again, despite the ache he felt in his empty chest.

He just needed to find Keigo, maybe leave her a message, and flee the country. It was as simple as that. A safe life for his kid and himself.

“I know where she works.”

Shinyo could swear he felt his blood freeze when Wolf said that. What does he know? Clearly, knowing she is a therapist in Tartarus is not as helpful as it sounds; they can't simply call the fucking prison and ask for her.

“We could call them. If we were lucky, she is even working right now.”

He felt his eyes twitch. He would not have thought Wolf of all people to be this stupid. Especially with the long waiting time for her to come here, if she would even want to see him, "Yeah, sure,” he said sarcastically. “Let's call the fucking prison I escaped and ask them about the whereabouts of my therapist. Great idea, dumbass.”

“What are you talking about?” Wolf asked, surprised by the reaction. He would have thought Takami would do anything to find the pup, even calling someone like her. “She works in the pink cavern,” he added to make his point clear. He didn't know she was his therapist.

Ah shit. Of course, she mentioned something like that.

Shinyo scratched his neck; he was not sure what he should do about it. On one hand, he might find his precious little Keigo, and on the other, he might endanger one of the last people he might fight for or at the very least protect with his life.

But as he thought about what would be best to do, Wolf already dialed the number of the bar. Not granting him another minute to ponder about the possibilities.

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Cleaning the bar was one of the top priorities before opening. Every spot needed to be clean so that men and women could make a new mess again. It is truly astonishing how many liquids are spilled in a place that is meant for pure entertainment and not for pleasure, granting every wish from the lips. This isn't a strip club, after all.

Ever since this white-suit guy disappeared with Amaya, the barkeeper has had a bad feeling. Because it was someone straight from Harima, he could not help her, and he wanted to. She was not only arguably the best performer but also someone who was just so nicely human in every way.

He still remembered the news about the motel from not many days ago, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was Harimas' men. Especially those men.

The phone ringing made him jump slightly, having been caught up in his thoughts. He clamped the phone between his head and shoulders so he could still continue cleaning the glasses.

“Pink Cavern, you are speaking with Kim Jun; what can I help with?”

“Hello, is someone with the name Howashi Amaya working?”

“Uhm… Who is this?”

“If she does tell her, Fang Li asked for her.”

“Please stay on the phone; I'll go get her." Jun placed the phone down on the counter. He hurried towards the room where he had seen them disappear earlier. With force, he knocked on the door.

“Excuse me!” He yelled, “Miss Harima is on the phone for Amaya.”

Never in his life has Jun seen a door open so fast. In front of him was the rude man in the white suit; he didn't care to remember his name. He glared up at Jun with a honey-tinted smile.

“We are busy,” Junto said sternly.

“You really want to anger Harima's wife?” Jun asked, glaring just as much down at him. He knew no one dared mess with the Lady of the Big Boss.

Jun could practically see the blood boiling in Junto. The hesitation was evident in him, but deep down, he knew he couldn't keep her hostage if the lady boss wanted something from her. The last guy who did that was never seen again.

"Fine,” he said, opening the door and gesturing to the man to let her go. 

Amaya got up as quickly as possible, almost falling over from her lack of balance and her hurried action.

Her face was red and deeply bruised on her right side. Her nose and clothes were bloody, though most of her wounds looked relatively healed. But her body burned from the heat; he could feel that when she walked beside him. He would guess she definitely has a terrible fever.

They walked in silence towards the bar. Amaya is trying her best to hold the torn dress back together. Without wasting a second, Amaya took the phone, and Jun gave her a chair to sit in, just in case the adrenaline would make her too weak to stand.

“Minori! I am so glad you called. Listen, I am really sorry about what happened.” She spurted out like a pistol when she felt like she finally got the chance to explain to Minori her situation.

“What?” The voice of a man caught her off guard. If her suspicion was correct, this was not Minori but Fang Li. The Wolf-guy Endeavour caught him after cutting Shinyo off from more time.

She glanced over to the bartender, fully aware of what he had done for her. Help her escape with a quick lie.

“W-why did you call?” Her voice felt raw and had this hoarse sound from crying.

“Are you able to find out where Takami's kid is?”

Her heart dropped.

“Where should we meet?” She needed to get out of this place as quickly as possible.

Wolf stayed silent on the other side. He was surprised she would want to meet up with them; it felt suspicious. Though he could hear the pain in her voice with every word, he could hear the suffering through her frantic breathing on the phone. He had no choice but to do what Takami often lacked: trust.

“Seriously, we should probably discuss this eye-to-eye… please.”

He looked over at Shinyo, whom he held down because he wanted to take the phone away. Gladly, it was easy since he was still injured and, on top of that, exhausted. It was more like keeping a child at arms length, except the child wouldn't scratch and bite like a cat.

“All right,” he said. He didn't know what was happening, but something was off. He gave her a vague location and hoped he could actually trust her. 

Amaya was able to escape into the cold, alone and unfollowed by the red eyes. Walking mostly aimlessly around the streets made her realize how many injuries she actually endured for Shinyo. Her skin was burning like Endeavour’s outbursts, and at the same time, she felt like freezing to death. Every step reminded her that she couldn't heal the broken bone in her leg due to her exhaustion. The coat on Jun kept her relatively warm despite her changing temperature.

 

But she had to carry on and tell Shinyo what likely happened to little Takami. Tell him everything she knew.

Living through a dream, day to day again,

Seeing life passing by like an endless loop of time,

Hoping one day I regain

Every second you stole from me, that sticks to me like grime.

You don't believe in destiny, and gorgeous

Neither do I.

But still and I know it is forever this will be for us forever.

Red and gold and a blue sky,

Smelling like a rainy storm that barely just passed.

Wishing upon luck to not make us cry,

Always knowing this fairytale is made to be a nightmare.

But even after every scar,

every trauma caused within the name of you,

Even though it was never you.

I find myself not feeling the slighest regret.

No regret in seeing your eyelashes flutter,

The grin that barely left your lips.

Voice always louder than a quiet mutter.

A character that made my heart flutter.

No regret in a sacrifce for you,

Even if it's myself.

I love you.

[tosodev]

Devblog 003:

Forgot my password to tumblr this morning and wound up making a hugely complicated password generator so it wouldn't happen again and so I could actually remember it.

Now time for actual dev content:

Since all the VFX has really been done and dusted I don't have any cool gifs to show you (that and I don't want to make them since it was really complicated.) So today I will have boring ass regular-degular screenshots. Sorry!

So first off I've implemented the save-file ranking system, of which there are 3 ranks. Silver (the basic one), Gold (the one that you get for doing something tdb), and the Rosegold (which you'll get for having the gold one and then doing something extra on top of it). I also have the hearts counter in place, which track how many "boss heros" you've killed so far. While your normal every day run of the mill hero's will be pretty easy and flimsy (and namely, randomly generated), these boss heros will occur at specific times or under specific conditions and will be like you took a high level dark souls player (me) and dropped them into your dungeon. And, as you can see, there are 5 of them. Which means they get harder. Pause for dramatic effect.

Next up I have the states of gameplay after you load a file. They have their names in the top corner of the screenshot for simplicity as well as their own color scheme which I discussed a little bit about in 002.

So in order we have:

The Combat Sate (red) : Which is for the player to use their own attacks and powers to directly combat the heros, seeing as you're the final boss and all I felt like you should be able to defend yourself. Also adds an extra layer to game design.

The Sponsor State (yellow): Will be your main way of getting GOLD which is the primary currency for all "static" buildings, traps, walls, etc. You'll accept them and they'll become visible in a sponsor tracker that I've yet to add, where you can see how happy the sponsor is with you and, in turn, how much gold they're willing to give you per day or let you spend on certain items.

The Editor State (blue): Pretty self explanatory, will allow you to place units, move units, walls, traps, etc again.

The Dialouge State (purple): This is where your little advisor goblin, which I've named Bartholomew because I thought it was funny, will speak to you. He acts as the tutorial guy for the beginning part of the game but will later on just kind of help with some more automatable tasks. Such as "if x is y then z". This is more of a later if I have time thing as it's complicated on paper so it might be more complicated in practice.

And finally the Shop State, which is basically completed apart from adding content and listings to it. This is where you buy units and everything else. You can use souls and/or gold but some units also come with a "gold/souls per day" stat, which since these monsters are your employees, will mean that you need to pay them per day. Lest they overthrow you. Gwa gwa gwa.

Right now all the listings are randomly generated and have some placeholder text as the description, but it does it's job and I know it works. As you can see here, "433" is the name of the item, "10x" is the quantity, "33g" is the basic one-time payment price and "82g/d" is the price you'd have to pay per day (obviously this will more than likely be souls since walls and traps will probably not have a gold price, but I hear dragons are pretty greedy...) And then the "Lorem ipsum" text is where the description would go.

Purchasing already works and gets added to an inventory not yet accessible to the player (today me's problem). So all I gotta do is just add in the rest of the gameplay loop elements and it should actually be playable (I say that as if that's not a lot of work.)

Ok well that's all for day 2. I'll open an ask page or whatever to answer any questions about OVERLORD while I'm working but don't expect me to keep up with it too closely.

That's all folks!

Katlikesnero

[pawsometoons]

So for quite a bit now, I've been having the BIGGEST impulse to make my own little personalized designs for the Judgement Boy clones. (This mostly being inspired by the fact that so many people had their own JB clone designs) So I went "SCREW IT" and did exactly that! Sort of as a way to show that the clones are no longer beneath Gold due to the beating he got in GHS: Twisted Fate. The clones have now been given new appearances, and ways of doing their judgements! Since the whole judgement thing is still in their programming and all. But not to worry! They had taken inspiration from OG JB and have begun to try and use their judgements for good and to set people along the right path! I also had the idea that along with their new looks, the clones would let the prompters give the factory a whole new look! Since the prompters always wanted to be entertainers, they remodeled the factory in a way that fit to what they were thinking when they added on the features of the original Judgement Boy, basically transforming the Judgement Factory into...

The Judgement Circus!

(The boys in order of 1 - 4)

Judgement Boy Joker

Formerly known as Judgement Boy #1, He was given the most simple change of the clones. He's a little disappointed with having the most simplistic change in his judgement methods, though he doesnt mind later on.

Upon the dollar sign breaking after a Judgement, The one being judged will be gifted a bouquet of flowers. Upon the glass heart breaking after a Judgement, the one being judged will get a pie to the face.

Judgement Boy Pierre and Judgement Boy Mimic

Formerly known as Judgement Boy #2 and Judgement Boy #3, Both clones take on the roles of a Pierrot and a Mime respectively.

Since JB Mimic was the most nervous one of the bunch, instead of speaking for his judgements, he now beings to present his judgements in a manner where he doesn't speak as much so he doesnt fumble over his own words like he always had done, yet its still clear to the one being judged what they're being asked. Not having to speak while judging though has helped him be able to focus more!

JB Pierre does somewhat of the same, although talks more than JB Mimic does, since Pierrot's are also known to use pantomime in a more silly way with facial expressions as opposed to the artistic way some Mimes do it. JB Pierre and JB Mimic when in the same room are in a double act, where one acts as the one being Judged in this situation while the other describes it. They swap these roles through the two halves of their judgements.

Judgement Boy Jest

Formerly known as Judgement Boy #4, he has now taken upon the role of a jester. He tends to enact his judgements in a more playful way, including tricks that relate to the Judgement with objects he seemingly pulls out of nowhere.

Though.. JB Jest would essentially rapidly swap between being sweet and forgiving to yelling and being condescending. It isn't intentional though. This is because of all of the trauma he had received surrounding Judgement Boy Gold that has been hammered into him after so long.

Judgement Boy RoseGold / Ringmaster RoseGold

The replacement for Judgement Boy Gold that was made by the prompters to surprise the now reformed JB clones!

He was created to be what is basically a ringleader for the clones, but not only that but an actual father figure, not being anything close to how Judgement Boy Gold was and how he used to treat the clones. RoseGold is a joyous soul who was created with the clones' new ideal over judgements in mind. Now leading the clones in a way better manner than the original Gold could have ever done.

So I had a bit of an idea involving RoseGold

Though... RoseGold would have one big flaw. And that would be his reactions to anyone who would be openly unwilling to make a change for the better or fails a Judgement (letting the glass heart break) on purpose. This being because of his programming being built entirely around the new ideal around judgements formed by the reformed clones. He'd feel overwhelming sorrow for those that think they deserve it as they truly think it was their fault and they can't change. And extreme anger would be for those who admit their wrongdoing, but stand by their choice despite it being morally wrong.

[myfangirlfanfiction]

Trish Una x OC Post

Trish x Abella Wedding Heacanons 👰👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👰

Here’s a link to my JJBA Masterlist I write a lot of character x reader. I also have Trish x Abella under the Trish x OC category if you’re interested in their story. My OC is a self insert OC so she’s me. I like creating OC content for fun. I enjoy talking about OCs so feel free to tell me about your own OCs if you like.

Trish would be the one to propose with how confident she is. They get married within three years of their committed relationship to each other. Trish truly understood Abella was her soul mate after knowing her for seven years. It was when Abella dedicated a fashion line of clothing to her beloved Trish she knew Abella was her bride to be. The popstar proposed to Abella after a garden date. While they looked over the flowers she got on her knee popping the question to Abella. The ring she offered Abella is a rose gold band with a huge pink heart shaped diamond center outlined in diamonds. Trish would have a ring with similar colors but a big diamond with the band covered in small diamonds. She spent a month figuring out how she wanted to propose and what rings she would want for them.

Trish would be twenty-one by this point and Abella would be twenty-five. They marry in 2008 around spring time.

The two desire a pink rose theme so they’ll book somewhere private with a ballroom and huge pink rose garden. The garden will be where they marry in front of the rose covered gazebo.

Trish would’ve loved Bruno Bucciarati to walk her down the isle but after his passing she grew close friends to her companions she met when she was fifteen. She asks none other than Giorno Giovanna to would walk her down the isle. The don was pleasantly surprised and accepted. He felt honored and was a friend of Abella’s as well, he was happy upon hearing the news of the girl’s marriage.

For Abella her treasure hunting uncle would walk her down the isle as she has no other father figure in her life. Her father died in a tragic accident after she moved away from New York when she was fourteen. Her uncle was someone who inspired her to become a treasure hunter after she established her fashion boutique in France with her best friend, Crisella.

The entire wedding would have a garden theme and the two young women would spend much time together planning. They knew what they desired so no wedding planner was necessary. Their friends in Passione would help them plan. Giorno offered to help cover costs for much of their wedding much to the girl’s surprise. They would thank him countless times and squeeze him into hugs. Much to the surprise of their blonde friend. He isn’t used to hugs but accepted them. He would help them with the flowers too since his stand has no trouble growing them.

There would be no expense too high for Trish’s outfit. She went shopping for a short white bridal dress with all her friends. They would help her pick her outfit for the wedding. It would be Giorno, Mista, Fugo, Polnareff, and many of her friends from her popstar life.

The day before the wedding she gets a manicure with hot pink tips fading to pink. She hires her hairstylist and makeup artist who normally take care of her looks before she goes on stage to perform. They’re eager to help her achieve her look for the wedding. Her hair is styled about the same but styled to be more elegant. Her hair is a bit longer reaching to her shoulders. For makeup she has pink lips with sparkly rose gold eyeshadows and long black flirty lashes. She’ll wear a pair of rosegold pearl earrings to finish off her look.

Her attire consists of a short white bridal dress with puffy off the shoulder sleeves. For her shoes they’re white lace heals with thin white bows at the heal. She’ll wear short white lace gloves and a small head accessory with a small veil shielding her face.

Abella being the fashion designer she is takes it upon herself to design her wedding dress. She’ll spend months sewing together the lace and gown together. Her strapless ball gown will be the wedding dress of her dreams. The gown itself is elegant with a floor length, giving enough room to show off her heals as she walks. She’ll buy a long cathedral wedding veil with lace and white bridal heals with white thin ribbons tied into bows around her ankles. She’ll decide to wear a black tailcoat vest with enough room to show off the front of her dress, making for a heart shaped look at the chest. The black tailcoat will be short with two small buttons in the front. Her wrists will have black suit cuffs and gold teal colored rose cuff links. She’ll wear rose gold hanging earrings with teardrop teal jewels to match the cuff links.

The day of the wedding Bella’s staff and friends will help her get ready at the boutique. Abella owns her own boutique with her business partner and bestie Crisella, so it’s big enough to accommodate all her friends. Since it’s self owned she closed for the day so all her staff could go to her wedding. They help her into her gown and give her a makeover. They like to call it a bridal makeover.

All her friends are good at makeup and hair. Abella has long dark locks of curls that require a lot to maintain. Her curls are waist length. Three of her friends begin to style it since she has so much hair to work with. One friend focuses on her eye makeup going for nude brown colors and shimmering inner corners to bring out Bella’s big brown eyes. Her long lashes are attached with an elegant look to them. Her lip gloss is a natural pink much like her manicured nails one of her staff members took upon themselves to do. Her manicure looked similar to a French tip.

After all is said and done Abella has curls dropping beside her face to shape her face. A big strand of her hair was wrapped around her head while the rest of her curls fell behind her shoulders. Her hairs falls down her back and waist. After she is done getting ready her friends begin to cry and take pictures of her inside her boutique. They all get ready for the wedding since they’re bridesmaids.

Finally at the huge rose garden Bella is walked down the isle first and her uncle has a smile upon his face as he’s walking her down the isle. His gold tooth among the rest of his white teeth shining eagerly as he smiles. His normal black eye patch is switched out with one having a pink rose stitched to his eyepatch. He wears a black suit with the front showing off some of his chest. The leather boots and ponytail finish off his look. He towers over the small bride at 5’11. Her long wedding viel is two tiered so the front covers her torso and face. The gown is big covering the area she walks by.

Her uncle gives her such a proud and loving smile before he kisses her head whispering an, “I love you” and she returns the loving words to her emotional uncle. Her veil is so long Mista and his stands take it upon themselves to fix it prompting Abella to thank them with a kiss to the foreheads. They all give her a thumbs up as they take their seats. Number five is crying and surprisingly the others don’t pick on him for it.

Abella tried keeping it together since she felt so overwhelmingly happy. Her loved ones in the crowd crying as well. Trish’s side is filled with mafioso, her manager, fellow celebrities, famous fashion designers or models she’s met, etc. They’re not emotional like Abella’s side but they do smile upon seeing Trish.

Soon it’s Trish’s turn to walk down the isle. Giorno is beside her wearing a pink suit with golden ladybug button accessories. The undershirt is black with the vest matching his jacket. His outfit is complete with a red tie and white gloves. His hair is down with a pink rose sticking by his ear. He is smiling but his smile doesn’t compare to Trish’s.

The pink haired bride is smiling like never before. It’s such a gaze she only makes while she’s singing on stage. Such a smile will make for a lovely picture as in the near future it will be used on the cover of a magazine when it’s revealed she had married. She kisses Giornos cheek before he gives Abella a kind smile which she returns with a thankful teary eyed expression. He’s happy for his dear friends and thinks it’s nice to witness their beautiful display of love with this marriage. More so when he hears their vows to each other later. He takes a seat between Fugo and Polnareff. His consigliere crying rivers of tears for poor Fugo to deal with. Who wipes off his purple suit with a tired sigh. Polnareff always cries at weddings.

Trish is greeted to Abella who is crying tears of joy. She tells Trish how beautiful she looks. Trish returns the compliment as she lifts her brides veil, gently placing it behind her head. Abella’s teary eyes are filled with love but she’s wiping off her tears. Afterwards the two say their vows and “I do’s” with tears running down their faces. Abella shyly kisses her bride and their picture is taken by their photographer.

They run down the isle together holding hands and looking at each other with love. Abella’s side is cheering while Trish’s side applauds. They’ll be taking pictures at the gazebo with all their friends and family.

Everyone makes it to the ballroom to dance. The brides are greeted by all their loved ones. Their bridesmaids crying and giving the two a big group hug.

Giorno takes it upon himself to steal the first dance by inviting Trish with a gentlemanly bow. She accepts while Abella giggles. Not long after her uncle asks her to dance with him. The two brides end up dancing with everyone.

Abella and Trish attack their dessert table since they’ve been eating so healthy to look good for the wedding. The giant wedding cake had their favorite flavors. Red velvet and extra dark chocolate for Trish who devoured two pieces. Carrot cake for Abella who also had strawberry shortcake from the dessert table. The two had plenty of guests especially Trish since she’s a celebrity. They took plenty of pictures with the wedding cake since it was so incredibly over priced.

At the end of the night they toss their bouquets who ended up being Fugo and Abella’s maid of honor, Crisella. Fugo was pleasantly surprised he caught it. He caught Trish’s bouquet. He was walking by to serve himself strawberry shortcake. Bella’s best friend was screaming as she cheered catching her bouquet.

The blushing brides end up at an expensive hotel Trish booked. For their honeymoon they traveled to Cancun to enjoy three days together. Trish would get many calls from her manager upon the news of her marriage being known as many wanted to contact her about it once she’s back from her honeymoon.

[wordsmithic]

My human-eating lovelies now on your screen!

Against the Niruvei rise the Isior, who hunger for human flesh instead of human souls. They can be found in forests, mountains, or drinking coffee in the city while spying on their next meal. Generations of Isior resist the Niruvei influence for two thousand years now, and they still have dark nightmares to grant to their opponents. The main character who is also Isior is the Greek Ismene Demara.

(commission for the character by Erin Drake/Rosegold)

Like a Proper Thessalonikia™, she appears dressed in the best fashion of her era (a mix of modern and traditional Thessalonian fashion) holding her favorite weapons. She is a bit too ambitious since she thinks waging war against Raphael Shirazi is an easy feat but her persistence bears some fruit in the end!

Yes the Persephone/Maiden archetype is a Thessalonikia, deal with it 😂

--- For those wondering what I am blabbering about, here's the link to the story summary of The Other Evil, a modern retelling of Hades and Persephone with Hellenic and Persian cultural elements, written out of spite for bad HxP retellings.

[sunnibits]

I was tagged by @owlets-outlet, thank you!! <3

relationship status: a high-schooler with standards, craving the kind of committed relationship that I know I likely won’t get for several more years. for now though, I’m patient enough to wait. I know I’ll meet them eventually :)

favorite color(s): yellow and black!! yellow is the color of my soul, the one that gives me the most joy and feelings of warmth, but black is the color I actually enjoy wearing the most often, and gives me a lot of gender euphoria 🖤🖤 I’m like a bumblebee!! �� which is perfect because I love bees :D

song stuck in my head: You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid by The Offspring, which is only in my head because my DM sent it to me and mentioned how much it fits my character (IT DOES!!! SO WELL!!)

the last song I listened to: Super Trouper by ABBA, which was specifically pulled from my “emergency serotonin injection” playlist, lmao

three fav foods: popcorn, brownies and (American) biscuits! also, I feel the need to throw out an affectionate mention to canned peaches and also like, most canned fruits in general. I looooove fruit so much I desperately need to eat some more often.

last thing I googled: “minecraft bee aesthetic”, apparently! I was looking for new phone wallpapers lmao

dream trip: honestly, I don’t think about traveling much?? but if I was to travel, I think I’d want to go some really green, idyllic European countryside, with rolling hills and grassy fields filled with cows :)

anything you want right now: for all of my schoolwork to just magically disappear,,, also, maybe a fun new hyperfix?? my brain is kinda blank atm, and that actually can make me feel a little depressed at times when I have nothing that’s stimulating me enough :/

non-obligatory tags go to: @saecookie @gxlden-switchblade @denalisecho @killerbeestan @rhysdarbytits @black-rosegold

[saiyanandproud]

🔴 RGR verse!

Send 🔴 to learn what my muses pokemon team would look like

In the this verse, Mariko is still the little high-class girl she used to be before being recruited from Conton. I believe most of her Pokémons would be given to her by her parents, except for a few she would probably adopt on her own once at Rosegold Repairs.

Eevee: her parents bought Mariko one in the hope she would evolve him as something refined, like an Espeon. Mariko, however, silently promised the little thing she'd never force him to become anything he wouldn't want to be.

Vulpix: I can see Mariko's mother having a pedigreed Ninetails, and probably gifting Mariko a Vulpix from the same lineage. Mariko finds it cute, but too shy to interact with it freely.

Meowth: similarly to Vulpix, probably gifted to Mariko from her father, who I can see owning a Persian. Mariko doesn't interact much with it, and the Meowth mostly spends his time getting spoiled and sleeping on expensive pillows.

Fletchling: locked inside Cynara's house under Hit's supervision, Mariko doesn't have many chances of venturing outside at first, so most of her interactions with the natural world are from the window. I can see her taking the habit of leaving crumbs on the windowshill to attract a cute red birb in the attempt of befriending it -- and eventually, succeeding.

Rockruff: probably adopted from the streets around Rosegold Repairs, Mariko took the puppy with him feeling they were kindred lost souls. I can see the Pokémon beoming quite protective towards her, and probably evolving in a Lycanrock, Midday or Dusk form.

Mimikyu: ok, hear me out -- what if Rosegold Repair was actually haunted? And what if Mariko insisted that she saw a funny-looking doll moving on its own in the garage at night, maybe while running there hiding from Nucleotide after an argument? What if, little by little, she ended up befriending the ghost, even?

[retro-rezz-the-est]

SPOUSEY I HAVENT GIVEN YOU FLOWERS IN SO LONG OMG IM TERRIBLE!! Here you go babes💖💖💖

no you're not terrible at all and tysm ily for the flowers 🥺💕💕💕

[imagineredwood]

What are some HC’s you can see for Yandere! Jax?

Kept this one a little...mild 👀

Absolutely makes a copy of your house key

He doesn't use it that you know of until it's a matter of safety

Maybe if you feel unsafe one day

A string of break ins happening around the neighborhood

And you happen to mention to him late one night over text that you can't sleep because you're scared

He says he'll come over and spend the night and you don't bother to get up and unlock the door until you hear him pulling up

But before you can get to it, he's already unlocking the door and opening it

Gives that smile with a hint of sheepishness to it

"Made a copy a while back just in case."

He also is the type to me that sabotages or interfere with any other men that may be trying to get close to you

Becomes scary and intimidating to drive them off

Definitely pretends to be an ex of yours just to make them extra sure to stay away

Rationalizes all of his behaviors under the guise of safety

"I gotta keep checking up on you, Darlin'. Make sure you're still ok and safe."

"Yeah I keep track of where you go on different days of the week. A man's gotta know where his loved ones are."

"These security cameras are for your safety. That way I can always check in on you and make sure you're ok."

He "accidentally" bumps into you while grocery shopping and slides his card into the machine before you can argue

Then keeps the receipt as an easy way to memorize your favorite drinks and foods

Then always has them when he asks you to come over to hang out with him and Abel

General taglist

@piccasoe @ateliefloresdaprimavera @gemini0410 @woahitslucyylu @my-rosegold-soul @that-chick212 @everyhowlmarksthedead @glimmerglittergirl  @fanaticfangurl21 @encounterthepast  @svintsandghosts @starrynite7114   @destynelseclipsa  @queenbeered @iamthegraham @emoengelfurleben  @otomefromtheheart @rosieposie0624 @papa-geralt-of-cirilla @beeroses @weirdosandhopelessromantics @kola95 @black-repunzel99 @xonickibaby @cruzwalters @myakai13 @mrsstevenbuchananstark @lyly00 @kaystacks17 @cole-winchester  @alexxavicry  @savagemickey03  @fanfic-n-tabulous   @choochoo284 @xbloodyxangelx @carma-fanficaddict @gillysoldlady

[scuttling]

I’m just being a ✨whore✨ and wondering what you think is better?… Daddy Hotch scowling with his hands in his pockets orrrrr Daddy Hotch scowling with his arms crossed? 👀

Great timing, I'm also being a whore and writing a filthy fic that is making ME raise my eyebrows a little. I have lots of Daddy Hotch images in my mind because of it, so I can easily say... Arms crossed 🤤 Especially in later seasons when he's big and beefy. I gotta see those arms and hands. 🥵 Brilliant question!!

[samwilsonsbabymama]

28. “Honestly, you’re the cheesiest person alive.” 78. “Stay still for me, princess.” With Sam! You write him the best and ily💖💖

Sunshine, I love you too!!! Thank you so much for this ask, I hope you like it 💖 I love Sam so much I feel like I’ve been neglecting him a bit too, so I’m glad that I got to write for him lol

It had been a long day and you were glad that it was coming to an end. You'd had friends and family over for an impromptu barbecue. You had ordered a bouncy castle for the kids, a few bottles were popped for those with designated drivers, and copious amounts of food-filled everyone's bellies.

You and Sam had been together for going on five years now and you loved everything about him.

You watched Sam as he swayed to the music with your baby girl in his arms. You chuckled when the music turned to what you and Sam had dubbed yo be 'your song' and you smiled as he made his way over to you.

He pulled you up from your chair and into his arms while he swayed with you and your daughter from side to side.

Your arms wrapped securely around his waist and your daughter. You felt complete with the two of them.

You giggled when Sam tickled your side, 'Penny for your thoughts?' he asked.

'Just thinking about how perfect you are,' you mumbled. 

Sam chuckled, "Honestly, you’re the cheesiest person alive."

"Yeah, but you love it," you said before you placed a kiss on your daughter's cheek.

The three of you continued to sway for a few more moments before Sam spoke again.

"You know you're it for me right?"

"Yeah, just like you're it for me. What's this all about?" You pulled back from Sam to get a better look at him.

"Nothing, I just want to make sure you know how important you are to me." He continued as he knelt down.

"Sam, what are you doing?"

He smiled up at you and took your hand. Your daughter began to squirm in his arms. "Stay still for me, princess." He said as he rocked her gently. When she calmed down, he looked back up at you amd smiled.

"Ok, here goes," he let out a breath. "Whenever I look at you my day gets brighter. Your personality shines brighter than anyone i have ever met. I want to spend the rest of my days with you. You've given me the best gift I could have asked for and I'm holding her in my arms. I've wanted to marry you since the day that I met you, and I'm hoping that you want to marry me too."

You rolled your eyes and let out a nervous chuckle, "And I'm the cheesy one in this relationship?"

Sam shrugged and smiled, "I guess it takes one to know one."

"Yeah, I guess that makes us the perfect couple then," you took a small step closer to him and his smile grew.

"So if that makes us the perfect couple, then why don't we take it a step farther?"

Your heart thudded in your chest as you waited for him to ask you.

"Y/n, will you make me the happiest man alive by becoming my wife?"

You let out a breath and nodded your head. "Of course I'll marry you, Sam."

You smiled as he slid the ring on your finger and stood up, your daughter giggled in Sam's arms as he kissed you.

Your family and friends cheered in the background as the two of you kissed. You'd been so wrapped up in Sam that you had forgotten anyone else was around. The two of you pulled away from each other and you were immediately surrounded by your friends and family as they grabbed your hand to inspect your ring.

Your heart was light and you couldn't wait to continue your life with Sam.

also, I cant wait until I get married lol like if I can find someone to tolerate my ass for longer than a few hours, I swear I'm gonna cuff them lol 

[honestlystephanie]

So you said you wanted me to bring the Daddy Alvarez thirst over here?? 🤪

👀👀Look how big that gun is👀👀probably just as big as his ahem👀👀

Now why would you do this?

You know this is gonna summon the Felipe fuckers next

[pawsometoons]

UPDATE TIME!!!

It's about time I've updated on future plans for the ACTUAL Twisted Fate au! In which this has to do with new Judgement Bots that'll be making their appearances in later chapters of Twisted Fate! (Once the rp is up and running again ofc)

Judgement Bot Pyrite

One day, a lone prompter decided to start their own little project on building a Judgement Bot all by themself. Why did they do this? My guess is, they were bored. They'd be around the size of the normal clones, but just a bit smaller. Since the Gold Parts were now considered off limits, and they didnt have much parts during that time. And for it, this prompter decides to use the false gold plating, and leaves it be in his workshop.

though...Until James and the Troublesome Twosome (The guest kids) show up and managed to activate it. Causing it to wake up way earlier than it was supposed to, leaving their programming slightly unfinished. The Prompter that built them was planning on actually making them the first Judgement GIRL, but since they were activated early, their programming had automated itself to both genders.

RoseGold would later on find them and manage to convince them to come to the Judgement Circus, but as they do, they hear the clones talking about OG Gold and think they're talking about them. Which causes them to become reclusive and isolates themself from the Judgement Boys, afraid that they might do something wrong accidentally and do something Gold might do. Although, this has never happened and they are nothing like Gold. RoseGold tries to help them with this identity delema of theirs and decides to name them Pyrite.

Judgement Bot Silver/Nurse Silver

Due to there being no medical assistance in the hotel due to Cathrine's absence, the prompters had the idea of a Judgement Bot built to take her place for not only medical purposes, but also therapeutic purposes! And this would become to be Nurse Silver.

She can be stern at times, but only when necessary. She is usually very sweet and kind and will go out of her way at any point to make sure her patients are comfortable, cared for, and happy. Some even call her work a miracle!

Judgement Bot Libra

This Judgement Bot is a lot different than the others. This one wasnt built, but manifested from dream energy that becomes connected to the dream realm. This Judgement Bot helps souls that are lost in the dream realm and the waking world into the stars to pass on, and wishes for the help of dream realm visitors (whether asleep, or awake at a late hour)

Judgement Bot Libra float around freely instead of being attached to a rail on the ceiling like other Judgement Bots and also can change in size. The limits to this Judgement Bot's power is currently unknown. They also have two voices!

So for quite a bit now, I've been having the BIGGEST impulse to make my own little personalized designs for the Judgement Boy clones. (This mostly being inspired by the fact that so many people had their own JB clone designs) So I went "SCREW IT" and did exactly that! Sort of as a way to show that the clones are no longer beneath Gold due to the beating he got in GHS: Twisted Fate. The clones have now been given new appearances, and ways of doing their judgements! Since the whole judgement thing is still in their programming and all. But not to worry! They had taken inspiration from OG JB and have begun to try and use their judgements for good and to set people along the right path! I also had the idea that along with their new looks, the clones would let the prompters give the factory a whole new look! Since the prompters always wanted to be entertainers, they remodeled the factory in a way that fit to what they were thinking when they added on the features of the original Judgement Boy, basically transforming the Judgement Factory into...

The Judgement Circus!

(The boys in order of 1 - 4)

Judgement Boy Joker

Formerly known as Judgement Boy #1, He was given the most simple change of the clones. He's a little disappointed with having the most simplistic change in his judgement methods, though he doesnt mind later on.

Upon the dollar sign breaking after a Judgement, The one being judged will be gifted a bouquet of flowers. Upon the glass heart breaking after a Judgement, the one being judged will get a pie to the face.

Judgement Boy Pierre and Judgement Boy Mimic

Formerly known as Judgement Boy #2 and Judgement Boy #3, Both clones take on the roles of a Pierrot and a Mime respectively.

Since JB Mimic was the most nervous one of the bunch, instead of speaking for his judgements, he now beings to present his judgements in a manner where he doesn't speak as much so he doesnt fumble over his own words like he always had done, yet its still clear to the one being judged what they're being asked. Not having to speak while judging though has helped him be able to focus more!

JB Pierre does somewhat of the same, although talks more than JB Mimic does, since Pierrot's are also known to use pantomime in a more silly way with facial expressions as opposed to the artistic way some Mimes do it. JB Pierre and JB Mimic when in the same room are in a double act, where one acts as the one being Judged in this situation while the other describes it. They swap these roles through the two halves of their judgements.

Judgement Boy Jest

Formerly known as Judgement Boy #4, he has now taken upon the role of a jester. He tends to enact his judgements in a more playful way, including tricks that relate to the Judgement with objects he seemingly pulls out of nowhere.

Though.. JB Jest would essentially rapidly swap between being sweet and forgiving to yelling and being condescending. It isn't intentional though. This is because of all of the trauma he had received surrounding Judgement Boy Gold that has been hammered into him after so long.

Judgement Boy RoseGold / Ringmaster RoseGold

The replacement for Judgement Boy Gold that was made by the prompters to surprise the now reformed JB clones!

He was created to be what is basically a ringleader for the clones, but not only that but an actual father figure, not being anything close to how Judgement Boy Gold was and how he used to treat the clones. RoseGold is a joyous soul who was created with the clones' new ideal over judgements in mind. Now leading the clones in a way better manner than the original Gold could have ever done.

So I had a bit of an idea involving RoseGold

Though... RoseGold would have one big flaw. And that would be his reactions to anyone who would be openly unwilling to make a change for the better or fails a Judgement (letting the glass heart break) on purpose. This being because of his programming being built entirely around the new ideal around judgements formed by the reformed clones. He'd feel overwhelming sorrow for those that think they deserve it as they truly think it was their fault and they can't change. And extreme anger would be for those who admit their wrongdoing, but stand by their choice despite it being morally wrong.

[themyscxiras]

LUTHER SUCKS. K bye. Just gotta remind you everywhere I can. 😘

I WILL NOT TOLERATE LUTHER SLANDER ON MY PAGE SMH