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miyakiwiii · 3 days ago
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GUESS NO ONE EVER TAUGHT YOU HOW TO BE A REAL MAN...。o○ [2]
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KANG DAE HO x FEM!READER
Wylcome back sigmas.. or idk.. help
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mmm red light green light,blood, a lot of blood, uh period ahh period uh, 'IVE PLAYED THESE GAMES BEFORE' ahh gi hun, but has gore and a lot of death, spoilers, lots of hand holdinh between TWO players (guess who)
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Heyy wassup my peeparoo's, i hope yer liking this series fic or whatevs you call it! Ilysm and ty for liking the last post! THAT WAS THE FASTEST LIKES IVE EVER RECEIVED( *・ω・)ノ TYSMM
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"That is correct." The square says. 'Hope this'll be fun, whatsoever.' I say in my thought's, focusing on the rushing things that came on my mind.
"...cool i guess, free money from playing kiddie games." I put yet again, both of my hands in my pocket's. But suddenly, a voice of an old woman was heard.
"Good heavens- excuse me." The voice echoed through the room.
A faint sound of a slap, a slap on a cloth was heard as it soon was followed by words. "You idiot-!" The old woman says.
"Mom! Wha- what are you doing here..?" The familliar voice that was heard earlier said.
"Thats what i wanted to ask you! What are you doing here!?" The old woman's voice said angrily.
"Embarassing? If you know what was embarassing, you wouldn't be here!" The old woman continued, i guess the son spoke in a whisper before that then.
"No- we wont, come on! Your leaving." The old woman said again, it appears to be that my calculations were correct, never mind im sounding like a nerd.
'Wow, family drama in such place like this is crazy, haha.' I say in my thoughts.
"Why would you bring a naive old woman here?! Will you take responsibilit if my mom collapses!? HAH?" The familliar male's voice earlier yelled out.
"yong sik- ill stay and do this, you go home.." the old woman said, now that you knew that player's name.
"Stop it! Im already here, i cant just leave!" Yong sik continues.
"But you promised me! You promised never to gamble again!" The old woman continues(i love this diva sm)
SKIPPING TO.. TAKE PICCIES.
As you were standing in line, looking at the players taking their pics as a woman on the speakers had announced something.
"Damn.. this is taking long, my feet are gonna be sore-" i sighed, but the speakers interrupt me.
"The first game will begin momentarily."
Now the line being done, you took a step as it said to you.. "smile." Yeah sure, smile for the picture or cheese?
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(The picture is what i potray the reader as! But you can potray the reader however you like, or being yourself! The reader can be any race, weight, or bodyshape! As long as your enjoying it :). )
Music plays as you stood infront of the camera.
"Yeah i wont.. smile." You say, because your smile scared alot of children last time you approached them, yeesh.
You walked out of the photo booth or something ... i really dont know what its called.
The speaker spoke again.
"After having your picture taken, follow the staff's instructions and proceed to the game site." The speaker says as you slowly went up the stairs...
☆ ○o。..。o○ ☆
"Welcome to the first game, all players please wait a moment on the field." The speaker says as you stepped out, there was sand in the ground, the walls were painted like landscapes, and there was a huge hole above all of this.
But the strange thing you noticed is that..
There was a weird doll that represented a figure of a child, it wore yellow and had pigtails, "yeesh that give's me the chills." You said as the sun went to blind your eyes.
The door behind you closed, basically the door was shut behind you, automatically..
"The game is Red light, Green light." It announced.
I prepared myself as i stretched my arm's "first game, easy enough." You say with confidence as you looked at the front.
"Hey! Dont get too cocky missy." Someone said right behind you, ew.
"Nah, id win." You said, your back still facing the man that said you were too cocky, well it was a sheer boost of confidence.
"Cross the finish line in five minutes without getting caught. If you do you pass." The speaker says but suddenly- someone went upfront, it was the familliar voice that you heard earlier. "Everyone! Everyone! Pay attention!" The familliar figure waved and put his hand to deliver attention to him, wow main character energy that much.
"Listen carefully! This is not just a game! If you lose the game, you DIE!" He yelled out.
"Dying from a kid's game? Sounds awfully fake." You said, fixing your hair as strands went up to your face, looking at the.. crazy? You wouldnt call him that, Man.
"That sounds sketchy,"
"Fake"
"Hes crazy."
People spoke, as you laughed a little.
"Hey! What are you talking about?" A random woman says. "Were going to die playin' red light, green light?" The random woman questioned.
The familliar figure responded. "Of course! If they catch you moving, they will kill you! They will shoot from somewhere!" The man says.
"Sounds weird enough." You said, letting out a sigh as you moved your head again, looking at your left, you noticed... player 388 yet again. His head was tilted slightly as he listened to the man's words. Huh, cute- wait. Your only here for money not for love.
"Oh hey its you agai-" you spoke out, but the familliar figure that was in the front spoke again.
"Stay on your toes!" The familliar figure yelled out.
"Ehem, as i was saying, hello... player 388." You greeted him as he glanced at you, his lips were parted as he waved a little bit.
"Ah.. hello again uhm, player 238." He says flashing a small grin, but the familliar figure spoke again.
"If you get caught, YOU DIE! That doll's eyes are motion detectors!" The familliar figure says."Stay on your toes!"
"Well, no time for chatting i guess." I say as i spoke to player 288, he nods as we both stood silent, the tension was akward even if there were multiple people surrounding us.
"What the hell are you talking about???" A random man says. "I think he's trying to scare us so he can win the prize money!"
"Thats right!"
"I agree!"
Multiple people agreed on the man's words as we both still stood akwardly with each other.
"Dont pull any tricks, asshole!" Another guy says.
"You have to believe me!" The familliar figure says. The figure rotate's its head as the weird doll starts to move, its right hand started to raise and cover its eye. You took a deep breath and released it.
"Do not be alarmed or panic! No matter what happens, do not panic and start running!" The figure says.
"Let the game begin."
An alarm suddenly ticks as the doll finally spoke.
"Green light, red light."
You moved, and finally stop, looking at the man that did a gesture that made his arms go down.
"Freeze!" The man yelled, you focused on not moving as your feet began digging in the sand. The sun literally is interfering with this.
The doll rotated its head as its eyes began to weirdly move. 'Ew.... creppy ass doll.' You said, looking at the doll while you spoke in your thoughts.
"Well done! You just need to stay calm like this! We just have to move and stop at the same time!" The man yelled.
"Green light...." you moved fastly as you halted, the man speaking yet again.
"Freeze!" He yelled.
'Being in a jumper while being under the sun, too much coverage, but gotta handle it.' You say in your thoughts yet again.
"Dont move! Stay still! Just relax!" The man yelled.
"Green light.." you ran slowly.
"Red light." The doll chanted.
It repeated again as you took some steps, you really wished there was an AC inside this room, well.. you never experienced it anyway except when going to stores and such.
"Freeze!" The man repeatedly yelled again.
'This is getting boring not gonna lie..' you say in your thoughts again.
The doll moved its head again as you repeated it, repeat repeat repeat, even hid words were repeated.
You freezed yet again, the air hitting you lightly.
But suddenly, you heard a gunshot.
Shit.
A loud thud echoed through as you stood, now static as a heavy boulder. Then, there was a scream that followed now, people we're moving. Scarlet red coated the back of your jumper as you still stood. Not flinching from the sound at all.
Screams and gunshots continued, more blood soon dripped in the ground, wow you already got stained by someone's blood. Thats that for not knowing what will happen, also maybe consequences in the first round: getting stained by someones blood.
'Just dont move and we'll be good.' The gunshot's were still going as the man yelled again. "Freeze!" One more gunshot followed it.
"You can move forward while the tagger shouts, 'red light green light. If your movement is detected afterward, you will get eliminated."
The doll rotated its head again as you still stood.
It rotated its head for two times untill the familliar voice finally spoke again.
"You'll also die if you donr make it there in time! That doll is a motion detector! But it can't detect motion thats not visible to it!" The man signals its hand open and closed as he continues with his words. "Get behind someone bigger than you! Like your following the leader! Were running out of time! We've got to move!" You moved behind a.. familliar back with that signature small ponytail of their's.
Player 388. Huh this must be a coincidence that your almost being close to him and such.
You suddenly stumbled as you put your hand behind him.
"...sorry." you said, gripping his jumper a little to be a gesture of an apology, you noticed his hand slightly shaking, that made you feel slightly worried.
"No-nono.. its fine.. miss." He said, you can tell he was anxious suddenly.
Two gunshots were soon followed again as the doll moved its head again, getting your grip out of 388's jumper, he suddenly held your hand and ran, then stopped. His hand felt callused compared to yours, his was warm, yours was.. cold.
You were still behind him as you gulped some air.
Now, a line was now formed by individual players. Yet you still focused on.. the game and this feeling i guess.
"Do not move! Freeze!" The familliar man yelled out, but then suddenly, three thuds were heard as it was one gunshot, and the other two were shot at the same time.
The doll moved its head again and his grip on your hand tightened, running, and then stop.
One gunshot followed as he still kept you behind him, wow dude you guys arent even dating or in a relationship yet, get a grip🙏😭
As i was saying, it repeated again, the sound of the sand below crunching as there were another gunshot.
"Hey- 388, why are you holding my hand-" you questioned but he doesnt respond. He still kept holding it as you both halted again one gunshot. Two gunshot.
You two were almost near the finish line as you noticed someone stumble, now shot.
"It wasnt me. She pushed me i didnt move! It was her i didnt move!" The random man said.
A gunshot was soon followed as the familliar man cheered. "Your almost there! You can do it!"
You two were a step ahead on getting to the finish line.
You two both fell inside the finish line as you both grunted, now you were heaving, breathing for air.
"Im sorry uh- miss, i didnt mean to hold your hand." He said, holding a hand out for you to grab.
You held his hand and stood up, dusting the jumper.
"... thanks for shielding me though, i should be the one to apologize for-" he cut's you out.
"No, no its fine." He spoke. You noticed that there was three people running up to the finish line, the one in middle being injured.
The three of them ran, and now arrived at the finish line.
"By the way miss.. whats your name?" The man behind you spoke.
"I think you already heard it being announced but.. [nam-]" there was a gunshot followed as the man died inside the finish line.
You didnt speak after that, knowing it was a time to not speak.
"...[name]. It is.. im- im kang dae ho." He introduce's himself.
The sky suddenly darkens as you both look up, there was sound building up from the other players as it closed slowly.
"Players, its now time to go back to the quarters." The speaker had announced.
☆ ○o。..。o○ ☆
Now you and dae ho were facing each other even in opposite bunk beds, the silence filling both of your eardrums.
"That was..." you said.
"Not great." He said.
Both of you had said it in unison.
The door buzzed open as the pink guards showed up, walking a little bit.
You hid behind your bunk bed in instinct as they approached.
"Congratulations for making it through the first game. Here are the results of the first game." The square said.
The tv immedietly turned on, showing numbers that dropped down. "Out of 456 players, 91 players have been eliminated. 365 players have completed the first game." The square announces.
"Congratulations again for making it through the first game." The square announces.
"Sir please dont kill us!" The familliar old woman's voice begged. "Please dont kill ud im begging you! As for my son's debt, i will do whatever it takes to pay you back! Please forgive us!"
It followed other players begging for their lives, kneeling down, crying. Both you and dae ho didnt mind all of them but just exchanged eye glance's.
"We are not trying to harm you. We are presenting you an opportunity." The square says.
"Clause three of the consent forms!" The familliar man yelled out. " 'the games may be terminated upon a majority vote.' Correct?"
"That is correct." The square answered. Both you and dae ho's head were now turned into the direction of the familliar man, looking at him.
"Then let us vote right now." The man says.
"Of course. We respect your right and freedom of choice." The square continues. "But first, let me announce the prize amount thats been accumalated. "
The square clicks on the remote as the piggy bank slowly goes below along with music and sound effects.
I looked from the side of the bunk bed and stared at the won falling from a tube inside the piggy bank.
"The number of players that were eliminated were 91. Therefore,accumalates to 9.1 billion won." The square says. "If you quit the game now, the 365 of you can equally divide 9.1 billion won and leave with your share.
"How much is that?" The old bitc-man says.
"each person's share would be 24,931,500 won." The square says.
Voice's build up yet again as they all had different answers.
"Thats not enough.."
"We almost died for that.."
Well, it was true. You needed more won. Still too minimum.
"Million? You said 45.6 billion!" A purple haired guy said. Oh you definately could recognize the dude.
"The rule is that, a hundred million won will be accumalated for each eliminated player." The square says.
You perked up from his words that soon followed another. "If you play the next game and more players get eliminated, the prize amount will increase accordingly." The square spoke.
"How much will it be if you survive untill the end?" The annoying- i mean old man spoke.
"as i already told you, the total amount of prize money for all 456 players is 45.6 billion won. Those who make it through all six games, will equally divide the 45.6 billion won." The square answered.
"So if your the only one to survive, you get 45.6 billion?" A random man spoke.
"That is correct." The square answered.
Murmurs start building up again as you noticed dae ho fidgeting with his fingers, signalling him with your hand to ask if he was okay, he nods and gives you a thumbs up.
"So we can take a vote again and decide to leave after the next game?" A random man had spoke.
"As promised in the consent form, you can take a vote for each game and decide to leave with the prize money accumulated to that point. We alwaye prioritize your voluntary participation.. Now, lets begin the vote." The square spoke.
You gestured dae ho to stand up and he does so, walking down to go with the fewer people below.
Both of you were standing behind the several players as you sighed.
"If you wish to continue the game, press the O button, if you wish to end them, press the X button." The square has said as you looked at the ground. "The vote will be held in reverse order of your player numbers, player 456." The man had called out, everyone's attention went to him as you gulped, thinking about what to vote.
You needed the money because it wasnt enough.
"Its all pointless!" Your thoughts had been interrupted as a strange woman that was on the top bunks spoke. "Talk about getting creep's again.." you said.
"You didnt decide when to come into this world, and you cant decide when you leave it either. When and where you die, were already decided by the gods the moment you were born. No matter how hard you try, you CAN never escape it." The woman said.
a button was soon followed as you looked at the flat screen tv, one X. "Once you finish voting, put the patch you are given on the right side of your chest, put the patch you are given on the right side of your chest, and stand on the side you have chosen." The square announces.
A few votes followed as it called dae ho, looking at dae ho who was walking torwards the button, the O went up by one.
After few people again, it was finally your turn. "Player 238." It had announced. The X and O's side turns their face on you as you walked, thinking about the buttons that was plastered on the voting, you finally were infront of it.
You pressed.. O.
After you pressed it, they gave you a blue patch and went to the blue side, the counter went up by one yet again.
Several votes followed as the score is now 87 to 93. Looking at the screen above, someone had spoken up yet again.
"Wait a minute everyone! Wait! You cant do this." The familliar voice had spoken again, looking into the direction of that player, you already knew who it was.
"Come to your senses! Dont you see? These arent all games, we will die if we keep playing! We have to get out of here now." The man had interrupted the voting process.
"Who do you think you are?!"
"Im super man." I answered. It was that annoying old man again.
"Why do you keep egging people on like that? You scared us by saying they'd shoot us before the game even began!" Wow ferocious debate mister.
"Thats right! He was going one abour how we'd die, and i almost did because i got so nervous!" A woman had spoken up, it was followed by a man. "How did you know they were going to shoot us? Are you one of them?" The man had spoken, and that annoying voice came up again.
'Fucking hell this debate makes my head hurts..' i say in my mind, as i went to rub my temples.
"Are you conning us all by pretending to be a player? Who is this guy?!" The old man shoved the man. "Did you plant him to mess with our hands?!" The old man said.
"Thats uncalled for! We wouldn't won the game and survived if it weren't for him!" The guy who seemed to be his bestfriend defended him.
He was correct afterall, but you just needed more money to pay half of the debt.
"And you! I saw how scared you were, and your legs were shaking!" The bff man yelled.
"You should thank him, not treat him like a fraud!" The man yellled. "And who the hell are youuu? Are you conspiring with him?" Another guy said. "Older than you, what are you going to do? Huh? Huh?" It was followed by an old woman's voice gesturinh for them to stop.
"Please dont do this, listen- none of us would be alive if it weren't for this gentleman! So enough with the greed- lets put our live's first and get out of this place- okay?" The old woman cried out.
"Thats right!"
"Lets get all out of here!"
"No we have to keep playing!"
The arguments were cut off as it was followed by the familliar man's voice.
"I have played these games before! I have done this before! I know about the first game because i had played it before! I played the games three years ago! And everyone who was with me.. died here!" The man had said, as voices build up yet again, theyre so noisy...
"They all did?"
"All of them?"
"Really, no way. If they all did, how did you survive alone? Wait. Are you saying you were the sole winner?" A man had said. "Thats right. I was the final winner." The familliar man answered. They were gossiping again soon after. "If we continue the games, every single person here... just like all the people back then, will die in the end." You can hear pain in his last few words. You felt bad but, you still needed the money.
"Bullshit." The old man interrupted again."if you were the sole winner it means you eon 45.6 billion won. If you really did, why would you even come back here?"
"Thats right! Hes lying!"
"Cut the crap!"
"Hes a total nutcase!"
"If someone like you can win, so can i!"
"If you really won it actually works better for us. You can give us some tips, on how to beat these game's." The familliar purple haired dude said, now you do recognize him.
"Thats right! We have a previous winner with us, so what do we have to worry about? Come on lets do this!"
"Come on!"
"Yeah!"
"Lets make some money!"
"Lets do this!"
"Lets do it!"
"Lets try!"
You just stood there processing what happened as every word of them came to a blur, but the square spoke again.
"From here on, we will not tolerate actions that disrupt the voting process. Now, lets resume the vote."
Few votes afterward, it all led to a tie. People cheered for the tie.
"Lastly, player 001." They all looked into the direction of the man.
"Everyone say O!"
"O!"
"X!"
They all cheered as the man went to the voting podium.
All of them were now focused on the man, so were you.
The vote had clicked as the O... won.
Half of the people in O cheered as you covered your ears, now.. all the people retreated to their quarters. You noticed dae ho and ran up to him.
"Hey, dae ho!" You said, he noticed you as you followed him, going to your bunk bed as the opposite of him.
You sat down in the bunk bed and looked at hid patch, you werent alone anyways.
"Hey dae ho.. do you have a reason on why you voted O?" You asked, looking at him. "Yeah.. i do." He said quietly.
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willowsnook · 2 days ago
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back to each other
request from @heavierthnheavenly
lewis hamilton x rosberg reader
please don’t leave
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“Happy 30th my sweet sister,” Nico yelled at you as everyone cheered while you blew out the candles.
“Thanks, Nico,” you replied, catching your breath. 30 was here, and honestly, you felt like this was the beginning of the rest of your life. You remember thinking back when you were 23 that life was going by so fast and that you needed to accomplish x y, and z, but now that you hit this new milestone, you realized how young you really were.
“What’d you wish for?” Your best friend asked from next to you. Before you could answer, Nico jumped in.
“Hopefully a husband so she can stop mooching off of me.”
“Hey,” you said pouting. “I gave you back your credit card last year.”
Nico and your friends laughed and you felt filled with love from the people surrounding you. You posted a cute picture of the cake to your Insta story and grabbed a glass of wine to drink with your friends. They were going through all the standout guys you had dated in your 20s.
“Remember that one guy from the US who was the hockey player?”
“Biz?” You asked, thinking back to when you briefly lived in NYC. You’d met him at an event you had planned for the Rangers and were immediately charmed. He was the life of the party; dumber than a rock, though.
“I think he was definitely the funniest guy you’ve ever dated,” Nico said. Nico had met him once and was fascinated by the way he talked. The Canadian accent mixed with that hockey slang was like an alien language to your brother.
“Until he couldn’t keep it in his pants,” you reminded everyone. It was never serious between the two of you so you weren’t that heartbroken at the time, just mildly irritated.
“You need an older man,” your friend said and everyone nodded their heads in agreement. Your phone buzzed against your thigh and your eyebrows furrowed while looking at the notification.
“Speaking of older men, guess who just slid up on my story?”
“Who?” Your brother asked.
“Lewis,” you said, slightly confused. “He said ‘happy birthday sunshine, hope you had a day filled with those you love.’”
“I didn’t know you guys talked,” Nico said, trying to keep his voice casual.
“We don’t,” you said reassuring your brother. “Nothing more than pleasantries when I see him at races.”
While Lewis and Nico had mostly mended their relationship, it was still a sore subject in the family. It was a long time ago but you remember how he went from being someone that was like an older brother to you to someone whose name was forbidden to speak. Now when you saw him it was slightly awkward for you at least. You could tell he always wanted to speak more but you came up with any excuse to cut a conversation short.
“He’s just being friendly,” you said, pushing it to the back of your mind.
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The last two weeks of your January were spent in Italy, and you really wished you could have been here in the summer instead, but duty calls. Working for an event marketing agency, you had garnered quite the reputation in your 8 years working for them and were now in charge of a lot of VIP events.
Ferrari had hired your firm to plan their season kickoff party and you had been ran ragged the past couple of months putting things together. You flew out 2 weeks in advance to be on the ground for finishing touches and you were proud of what your team accomplished. It was lavish.
Donning a floor length, black dress, you grabbed a champagne flute off a passing waiter, eyes scanning the room. Because of your seniority, you weren’t necessarily in charge of anything day of, but you couldn’t help but keep an eye out on how things were going.
The main ceremony went on without a hitch, people enjoyed their dinners, and now a DJ started a set for those who wanted to stay late and party. You made one last round, checking on your staff that was here before heading to the coat check. While waiting for the woman to retrieve your coat, you felt someone come up very close next to you.
“Leaving already?” Lewis asked, and you turned to take him in. He was wearing a fitted suit, the color of his new team, and a small smile.
“Yeah, my team has it under control,” you responded politely before turning to grab the coat.
“Please don’t leave,” he said, surprising you. “You always leave when I try to talk to you.”
“You know why,” you responded quietly and his eyes softened.
“That was a long time ago,” he murmured. “One drink.”
“Okay,” you said giving in. He still had the same effect on you that he did when you were 13 and hopelessly in love with your brother’s best friend. The need to please him still existed deep in your soul, even though you had tried to push it down. Nico wasn’t the only heart that Lewis had broken, intentional or not.
His hand rested on your lower back as you let yourself be guided back into the event with him and to the bar. You ordered a glass of wine and could feel the weight of his stare on the side of your face. Turning to look at him, he still didn’t say anything, it was like he was memorizing every inch of your face.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he said and you blushed, looking away.
“Thank you, Lewis,” you said back, voice wavering. You cursed yourself internally for still letting him have this effect on you.
“How long are you in Italy?” He asked.
“Just a couple more days, then back to London,” you told him and he tilted his head, thinking.
“Can I take you out?”
You stared at him dumbfounded, a small smirk working it’s way onto his face.
“Like on a date?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” You asked and he chuckled.
“I want to spend time with you,” he said, simply.
“I think the last time we hung out one on one, I had just turned 21,” you said, reminiscing.
Something had shifted back then when you had reached your 20s. Lewis had started to look at you in a different way. Suddenly you weren’t his friend’s little sister anymore, you were a grown, beautiful woman. You had danced the line with him between being friends and something more that season, but as his and your brother’s relationship quickly deteriorated you stepped back.
“Those were good times,” Lewis said. “Sometimes I think about what would have happened between us if things had gone differently at Mercedes.”
His admission made your body heat up and the way he was looking at you didn’t help.
“Too late now,” you whispered and he shook his head.
“I don’t think so,” he said. “I’ll pick you up from your hotel tomorrow afternoon.”
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Lewis had texted you in the morning to wear something warm but casual so you picked out a soft white sweater to pair with jeans. After getting ready, you called the person that you needed to tell about this so that you could feel at ease.
“Hey y/n, what’s up? How was the event last night?” Nico said over the phone.
“It was good, everything went accordingly,” you replied nervous. “I talked with Lewis for a bit.”
The phone was silent and you sighed.
“That’s nice.” Your brother said tightly.
“He asked me to hang out while we’re both here,” you said quietly.
“Are you going to go?” He asked.
“If you don’t want me to Nico just say the word and I will cancel and we don’t have to ever discuss it again.”
The phone was quiet for a bit before he spoke again, “do you want to go out with him?”
“I don’t know,” you said sighing. “It’s complicated. I still remember what it felt like back then, and I haven’t had that feeling with any guy since. But then everything happened and it’s been almost ten years so I don’t know.”
“I don’t want you to put my feelings above your own happiness,” Nico said and you felt your eyes well up with tears. “Me and him are good okay? If you want to see where it goes, I’ll support you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. I love you,” he said.
“I love you too, I’ll talk to you later.”
By the time you collected yourself, Lewis had texted that he was waiting outside so you headed down to meet him. He was standing outside his car, in a Tommy sweater, shades covering his eyes. His lips turned upwards as he saw you and he greeted you with a tight hug, kissing your cheek softly.
“Beautiful, as always,” he complimented and you smiled softly at him, blush filling your cheeks. He helped you into the car and you waited for him to get in.
“I thought maybe we could walk around the city and check out one of the art museums,” he suggested and you nodded. The car ride to downtown was quiet, soft music playing in the background as you stared out the window.
Cold air stung your face as you got out of the car but you didn’t mind, you loved the cold. You and Lewis started walking and small chatter took over the silence between the two of you. You told him about everywhere your job had taken you and what London was like now. He told you about some of the brand partnerships he was working on and how hard the last two seasons at Mercedes had been.
As you walked through the streets of Milan, you felt yourself relaxing more in Lewis' presence. His warm smile and easy conversation reminded you of the close friendship you used to have years ago, before everything got complicated.
"I've missed this," Lewis said softly as you strolled side by side. "Just talking with you, being around you."
You glanced at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "I've missed it too," you admitted.
Reaching the art museum, you spent the next couple hours wandering through the exhibits together. Lewis was surprisingly knowledgeable about art history, and you found yourself engrossed in discussions about various paintings and sculptures.
As you exited the museum, the sky had darkened and a light snow was falling. Lewis gently took your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. The gesture felt so natural, so right, that you didn't pull away.
“Why now, after all this time?" You blurted out.
Lewis was quiet for a moment before responding. "I've done a lot of reflecting lately. On my career, my relationships, the things that truly matter. And I realized that one of my biggest regrets was letting you slip away without ever exploring what could have been between us."
His words made your heart skip a beat. You'd tried so hard over the years to push down your feelings for Lewis, convincing yourself it was just a convenient crush.
“Lewis…,” you started but he cut you off.
“I want to try, y/n,” he said. “We can take things slow but I need to try.”
“Okay,” you whispered and he grinned.
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The next couple of weeks were spent texting each other back and forth; Lewis showered you with gifts sent to your London apartment: flowers, chocolate, food, and a paddock pass for the beginning of the season testing.
You ended up flying to Bahrain with Nico who had to be there for work and you could tell that he was still uneasy about what was growing between you and Lewis so you really didn’t bring it up.
Lewis was already at the track when you arrived, so you didn’t get to see him until the following day, which was fine by you. You needed a moment to calm your nerves and take in the environment. Anytime you had been at a race, it had been with a Mercedes pass around your neck, so Ferrari's red was a weird change. You ended up arriving at the same time as Charles Leclerc, whom you had met a handful of times over the years.
“Y/n, good to see you!” He exclaimed, eyes lighting up. “Here with Nico?”
“Lewis invited me actually,” you said and his eyes widened with surprise. “I don’t want to hear it.”
“I didn’t say anything,” he said smirking. “How does your brother feel about that?”
You shrugged, “He’s trying.”
Charles nodded and fell in step beside you, insisting you find him to meet his girlfriend, Alex, later on. When you reached the garage, you saw Lewis already in his element, arms crossed, talking to an engineer while looking over the car. Hearing Charles talking, he turned his head and a smile broke out when he saw you.
“Hi love,” he said as he got closer to you.
“Hi Lewis,” you replied, reaching your arms around his shoulders. His own arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “Ready for today?”
“Of course,” he said pulling back and smiling at you. “I’ve done this a couple of times now.
“Mmhmm, only a couple right?” You teased and he chuckled.
He led you over to near his car, finding a spot for you against the wall.
“I want you right here,” he instructed. “This way you are the first thing I see when I get back out.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, “such a charmer you are.”
“Only for you,” he teased back and you flushed. “I’m happy you’re here.”
“Thanks for inviting me.”
Testing was testing, and Lewis looked good to you; the team seemed happy in the garage, so you took that as a good sign. Sure enough, you were the first thing Lewis saw as he got out of the car.
“I have a bunch of meetings for the rest of the day, but I’d love if you’d join me for dinner with the team,” he said and you nodded, agreeing to meet him later. You left the garage to find your brother who was on a break from being on air.
“He looked good,” Nico said. “Weird seeing him in that car though.”
“I know, I really thought he’d never leave,” you said.
You and Nico chatted for a while longer about the day's testing before he had to get back to work. As you wandered through the paddock, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about dinner with Lewis and the Ferrari team later.
When evening came, you made your way to the restaurant where the team dinner was being held. As you approached, you saw Lewis waiting outside for you, looking handsome in a typical stylish Lewis Hamilton fit.
"There you are," he said warmly, pulling you into a hug. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you," you replied, smoothing down your dress. "I hope I'm not overdressed."
"Not at all," Lewis assured you. "Come on, let's head inside."
As you entered the restaurant, you were greeted by the lively chatter of the Ferrari team. Lewis kept his hand on the small of your back, making sure you stayed close to his side. He let you pick where to sit and you sat across from Charles and his girlfriend.
The two of you hit it off, chatting throughout dinner with Charles chiming in or talking to someone else. Lewis was always quieter in big groups, so you were used to him silently observing. His hand rested on your thigh as he relaxed, gently tracing your skin.
Eventually, you got up to use the restroom, Alex following you.
“So how long have you guys been together?” She asked as you were touching up your lipgloss in the mirror.
“Oh we aren’t,” you replied to her surprise. “We are seeing where things go.”
She bit her lip, looking at you with a smile on her face.
“The way he looks at you,” she started and you met her eyes in the mirror. “It’s like no one else is there. Only you.”
You smiled to yourself thinking of that look you had caught on his face a couple of times tonight.
“I guess so,” you muttered lightly and she squeezed your hand.
Something shifted in you as you walked back to the table and you really looked at him as he lit back up at your arrival.
As you sat back down next to Lewis, you felt a warmth spread through your chest. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled at you, the gentle pressure of his hand as it found its way back to your thigh - it all felt so right. You found yourself leaning into him slightly, drawn to his presence.
The rest of the dinner flew by in a blur of laughter and conversation. As people started to filter out, Lewis turned to you.
"Want to take a walk?" he asked softly. You nodded, standing up and saying your goodbyes to the remaining team members.
The night air was cool as you stepped outside, and Lewis immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You walked in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company.
"I'm really glad you came," Lewis said eventually, breaking the quiet. "It means a lot to have you with me.”
You smiled up at him, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I'm glad I came too. It's been nice spending time with you again."
Lewis stopped walking and turned to face you, his eyes intense. "Y/n, I know we said we'd take things slow, but I can't help how I feel. Being with you these past few weeks, it's like no time has passed at all. All those old feelings are right there on the surface."
Your breath caught in your throat as he gently cupped your face with his hands. "I'm falling for you all over again," he murmured. "And this time, I don't want to let you go."
Your heart was pounding as you gazed into his eyes. All the reasons you had pushed him away before seemed to fade away. This felt right. It felt like coming home.
"Lewis," you whispered, "I think I'm falling back in love with you.”
Instead of responding with words, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You melted into the kiss, moving your lips slowly against his as he held you close to his body.
“I’m glad we found our way back to each other,” he murmured and you smiled softly at him. Holding his hand in yours as you walked back to the hotel. Love finds a way.
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JADE has recalled her stint on The X Factor, saying she didn’t know anyone who came away from the show without “some sort of mental health issue”.
The singer-songwriter featured on the talent search programme in 2011 and joined girl group Little Mix when she was 18 years old, an experience she has reflected on in a new interview with The Independent.
The ‘Angel Of My Dreams’ singer admitted that being on The X Factor involved adjusting to “pretty fucked up” things, namely sharing bunk beds with other female contestants, regardless of age.
“Even at 18, I knew there were people who weren’t mentally well in there, keeping everyone up at night,” she said. “I don’t know if there was even security outside the house. It’s scary to think about now, but I was too young to realise that at the time.”
Her comments come after many entertainment world figures have demanded more protections be put in place for young artists following the death of One Direction star Liam Payne, who auditioned for The X Factor during the same series as Thirlwall.
Although she didn’t address Payne’s passing directly, she did mention thinking the series “had to end” after its 2018 conclusion.
“I don’t think that kind of show can exist any more. We’re in a different place now,” she added. “We wouldn’t put someone that’s mentally unwell on a TV screen and laugh at them while they sing terribly. The concept of a joke act on a show is just cruel.”
She said the concept was “all very Roman empire” while joking that it was the “best training ever” for her to enter the music industry. On a more sombre note, she continued: “I don’t know anyone that’s come off that show and not had some sort of mental health issue on the back of it.”
Thirwall also admitted to feeling “conflicted” about criticising the show. “It changed my life,” she explained. “I was from a very normal working-class family up north, I had tried sending demos in to labels, I’d gigged all over, I was doing everything I could to make it, and I needed a show like that to give me a chance.”
She continued to say that she’d guess “five per cent of the people that went on there have come out of it not unscathed, but having survived; the other 95 per cent have suffered in silence.”
Reflecting on how people readjust to normal life after participating in something like The X Factor, she said: “How do you go from being on that show to back to your nine-to-five? How do you get signed to the label, think you’ve made it, and then once your song doesn’t hit the Top 10, you’re just dropped? It’s so savage, this machine that we’re a part of. Even back then, we knew how lucky we were every day that we were still signed.”
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evis-gossip · 2 days ago
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His mission. Part 2: Wake up
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Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x reader
Categories: Light angst, fluff, mostly hurt/comfort, almost sick fic
Warnings: Protective! Ghost (almost possessive). Talk of commas and unconsciousness. No use of Y/N. Allusions to long hair and small body. Hospital setting. Ghostie’s in his feels, I fear. MC speaks briefly of loosing their family and so does Simon.
Word count: 1k words
A/N: Guess what? We’re back babes. I did a little more research for this one and so it’s a little longer. MC is explicitly female in this one, sorry babes. I acknowledge that so far it has been faily platonic, but it's gonna start getting romantic soon. I can't help but want to eat this man up.
Part 1: He had you - Masterlist
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Simon hadn’t moved and inch away from your bed.
Johnny had just brought him a change of clothes, jeans and a jumper. Simple, but most importantly, not tactical gear. Nothing bulletproof, cammo, sharp or particularly practical. Just something comfortable that’d make you feel easier in his presence. In any other case he wouldn’t have cared about clothes, but he did now. He wanted to look presentable for when you finally woke up.
Believing you would wake up at any second, he made Soap stand watch over you while he changed in the hospital rest room. And when he came back at super speed, fully believing you must’ve woken up after the less than 5 minutes he was gone, he was utterly disappointed when you didn’t. He had your safety first thing in his mind, but he just wanted you to wake up already. He had so many questions. Like for starters, what was your name? He wanted to know everything about you, but he couldn’t know anything without even enough to utter your name and went right back to sleep, then that would be enough to get someone to find intel on you. At least then he could let you rest while he studied your history. They even tried your fingerprints. But no such luck.
He should be grateful the doctor hadn’t proclaimed you comatose, just unconscious, just resting. But to be honest with himself, he was getting greedy, he wanted more. He needed to know what the hell was it that made you feel so safe in his presence? Why did the old bloke feel so protective over you? Maybe because your delicate features made you look so angelic, or because you had felt so soft and small in his arms. But he forbade himself from thinking those thoughts over an unconscious woman he knew nothing about. He didn’t even know how old you were and still he wanted to haul you up in his arms.
Simon hadn’t slept in almost a week. Ever since he found you, he hadn’t slept a wink. He spent all that time looking into you face, inspecting every feature, every freckle. And he was a soldier, he could keep himself awake for 72, no caffeine, imagine with. But after all that time, sleep was starting to catch up with him. Your steady heart beat on the monitor was starting to lull him to sleep.
He didn’t notice his head falling to the side of the bed, nudging your knee, right next to your limp hand. Not the most comfortable position to fall asleep in. Delete Created with Sketch.
When he woke up, something was tickling his forehead. He opened his eyes with a groan to find out that something were your fingers lightly trying to graze his skin. He sat up so quickly he almost gave himself whiplash. When he looked into your face, you’re eyelashes were fluttering so slightly he might as well have dreamed it. He wanted to caress you face gently and brush away the strands of hair, but instead took your fingers in his hand and traced your fingernails, willing you to wake up.
As much as he had eagerly will you to arise, he now had to face the reality of it. What if you didn’t even speak English? That was a very real possibility. And what if you had amnesia and didn’t even remember your name? He eagerly watched you wake up nonetheless, swallowing his own questions for later. Your head tilted to the side and your eyelids scrunched tighter one last time before you opened them with a whine.
“Hey luv” he smiled softly, not like the beast baring his teeth he’s used to being “Hmm, brit, eh?” “That’s right” he sighed looking at your face. That was the first thing he ever heard you say, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find your voice otherworldly. He’d do anything to keep you talking. You looked so peaceful and far better than how he found you, but he needed to know " What’s yer name, luv? Can’t find yer family wit’out it” You tilted your head to your side, avoiding the question completely, tears filling your water line “Sh sh sh” He cooed gently as got closer, cupping your face tenderly “Yer don’t gotta talk if yer ain’t ready” Simon looked into your eyes and felt himself fighting to stay above water instead of drowning in them. You whispered your name before breaking into tears. “They’re all gone. ‘Is only me now” You sobbed your heart out, leaning into his arms and Simon found himself finally gathering you up to his chest again. He kept repeating in his head that it was all to calm you down, but truth was, he enjoyed having you so close, even if you were crying hysterically.
He rubbed your back soothingly softly beckoning you to calm down. He understood. He didn’t have anyone else left either, but he was not about to let you feel the same way he did, not when you just woke up after being held hostage for god knows how long. He’d be there for you. When your crying slowed down to soft sniffles, he laid you down on the bed again, right before nurses flooded the room to check you up after waking up. A little more conscious than the previous time, you scurried away from them and crawled to the safety of Simon’s warm embrace. And he held you tight. It was conflicting really. To feel so protective over someone so vulnerable. Almost possessive. Like an incessant need to keep you all to himself.
He was glad you had woken up and started to talk. He was even more pleased when you fell back asleep clutching the fabric of his jumper, nuzzling into his chest again. This time he did not put you back in bed, but instead pulled the blanket over your small frame and sat back, letting you sleep peacefully in the cradle of his arms.
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On Dragon Age & Accents
(My unhelpful tuppence, as an English player.)
One small thing I wish had come up in Veilguard from previous games: the accent worldbuilding. It wasn't always consistent - DA:O only seemed to care about country or race, anyone non-human being generically North American and anyone human being mostly RP English unless they were Antivan; for regional accents, they seemed to purely use them for effect or go with VAs' natural ones. (There are about two bandit NPCs who seem to have badly-done Midlands English accents purely because they're not meant to be very bright; thanks, love Canadians reinforcing that stereotype. Anders being Lancashire seems to be pure coincidence because of his voice actor - you rarely ever hear the accent in any consistent way in other NPCs, and it's completely ignored in his very Southern DA2 recast.)
But by DA2, there seemed to be definite trends: Free Marches could be RP English or North American depending where you came from; dwarves tended to sound North American but there were exceptions for some people raised on the surface; elves tended to be either Welsh or Irish, which matches the "very old culture with a linguistically completely different root from Trade/English". Starkhaven is most definitely Scots.
And then DAI! DAI, my love.
DAI kept DA2's trends, while finally giving us more complexity and regional accents, albeit limitedly (and still with some inconsistencies). Finally, we have a (vaguely Germanic) Nevarran accent! And Miranda Raison did such careful work constructing it! The Avvar, Ferelden's mountain folk, sound Northern English. I'd hazard a guess that several sound Yorkshire, actually - this matches the whole "the Orlesians got up there less" lore in real terms; Northern England and Scotland, particularly Yorkshire, was under Viking rule longer than the South, which became Norman-conquered earlier, and there are subtle dialectal differences to this day. (Similar thing happened with the Celts and Romans, and the Avvar are blatantly Celtic and Pictish). There's a reason that RP ("neutral posh") English is Southern, from the seats of power. Cullen's from Honnleath, somewhere smaller and less Orlesianified, and while it's softened by the character's travel and the VA's own posher bents, there are moments the Northern English accent gets leaned into, a little similarity with the Avvar. It's a coincidence but it works so well, lore-wise. Sera's VA sounds... Derbyshire? I think? which is Midlands/Northern border and sounds more than Northern enough to keep a consistent Fereldan sound. And in terms of NPCs? A lot of Fereldan NPCs suddenly start turning up Northern, albeit less broad in their accents! Have a listen round the Crossroads. I remember Gaider mentioning Dorian wasn't originally meant to be Indian, they sealed it for sure when they cast Ramon Tikaram, at which point everyone went, "Yup, let's run with it", cast his dad accordingly, and Gaider figured that Dorian was either part of a pretty big migrant population (which, other than the Dorian Gray reference, the fact his name roughly means "from across the sea" also makes sense), or quite a lot of Tevene folk natively were. Considering Tevinter started as essentially "mage Rome" and morphed into, even according to the writers themselves, "mage Byzantium" and it's very close to Seheron, which I feel is North Africa/Middle East influenced - Tevene folk being akin to folk of Turkish, Middle Eastern, Indian, Pakistani, Bangladeshi, Sri Lankan and Bengali backgrounds makes a ton of sense.
It is... exceedingly rare to hear working-class British accents in fantasy series at all (unless Brits make them, and then we're still often peasants or generic NPC #2, a la Origins). It is even rarer to have a fantasy series bother to keep immigrant accents and show the moulding of them through the generations. And I can only think of one other video game that has consciously cast British Asian actors, that's how rare it is even in games that supposedly care about representation - despite the fact that Asian folk make up something like 30% of our population.
Now: would I like some more background on why some accents in the Marches sound British and some don't? Yup! Would I have liked to have more regions in the elves' Irish accents and the dwarves' NA? Yup! But do those really matter? Nope! They would have been lovely icing on the cake, but the underlying cake was great. The plot didn't need it. It didn't have to be perfect, and the filtering of British culture through Canadians, and strategic anachronism? Those are things I love about Dragon Age. I loved how much they seemed to be trying and how much they were thinking about the lore. And I loved hearing a "British accent" that finally made sense to me, not played into the long attempts by toffs to stamp out everything North of London or outside England.
And then Veilguard sort of... forgot about it most of it? Adored that we could play as a Geordie! I really, really love them continuing pointed casting of folk with British Asian ancestry for several Tevinters (*waves lovingly at elek and neve*). But then... uh... look! Working-class Tevene people with generic Mancunian accents! To show they're working-class! That's fantastic progress... for Origins. But lore-wise, by DATV we've already shown that Manchester and Northern English accents live... *points at Ferelden* somewhere over there. We're back to "Tevinters mostly sound like generically evil English folk", as in DAO and bits of 2, which, sure, Dorian doesn't contradict - but then why not have everyone sound Southern, like him? Or add a different tint to it? And no, I am not saying everyone should put on bad "ethnic" accents, and I do appreciate the number of American, English and Mediterranean accents in Tevinter showing a very Roman "you're a citizen of the Imperium but you might have been born in one of its several countries" - but…
Gideon Emery's slight Afrikaans tint made a ton of sense with Fenris and what part of Tevinter he was meant to be from, even if it was unintentional; Jennifer Hale's take on Krem was going for English but came out more Aussie to my ear. Something like those could have been really interesting. But that also means that, including Fenris, we've now had several slaves with an accent that reads... quite posh, to English ears. Same with Neve, who is supposedly proudly from the shithole part of Minrathous, but she and several others have very RP "posh" accents (while others like Tarquin and Elek are Mancunian). Now, not everyone picks up their local accent! I am one of those people! I ended up cursedly plummy for a long time! But... we had hints through the series that Tevinter class markers would be very different from Fereldans', but they're now the same, for some reason?
Add that to the fact that they didn't want to make even one VA suffer through doing the Nevarran accent... See, it makes total sense for Emmrich, who's a posh professor who's done a lot of international study and would probably have learned Common as a second language with a very generic, "neutral" accent; he also was very concerned about appearances with his class background and trained himself not to give much away. And I'm sure the Mourn Watch has international students. But no Nevarran NPCs sound pointedly Nevarran? Not a one? Kal Sharok has hints of something interesting going on but it's rare, and the Anderfels is just... full of sad English and American-sounding people. Rivain is supposedly Caribbean and there are a bunch of actors of Caribbean descent they could've cast, but we only have one NPC sound even slightly so? That's when it stops being "Trade is taught with a neutral accent and there are a lot of Fereldan immigrants and slaves in Tevinter" and starts feeling handwavey.
Basically: I wouldn't mind if we'd gone with most fantasy games' "Eh, we cast broadly based on sound, stereotype or none of the above"; I'm very happy to just go with it. However, DAI told me to pay vague attention because the accents meant something. Then DATV has heel-turned and is telling me "Nah, go with it" the way Origins did. My ears are... confused, to say the least. And we're back to "'working-class' has one accent, and characters with something to say who aren't cast as stereotypically plucky underdogs are all Southern and posh", which just... makes me really sad. I don't hear people who sound like me, my family, or my friends growing up, in Dragon Age anymore. I did hear they had a different voice director in DATV, so maybe it's that?
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crazerk · 3 days ago
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I just finished the game, and it’s absolutely amazing! The premise’s got so much potential; with its complex political plot, fascinating world-building, gender disparities, diverse origins that truly shape the protagonist’s story, and even the option to choose the kind of beauty your character has!
Could we get a sneak peek of MC’s first meeting with Kaz? Please! Just a tiny one!
Also, I’m super curious about Captive MC...how would her children process having a mom with such a tragic backstory? The captive origin is easily the most intense. Her whole family was killed, she was imprisoned, and then sold. Would they think about everything she went through? I'm especially curious about the reactions of her two sons. After all, it seems more predictable to guess what the daughter might think
All I can tell you about MC’s meeting with Kaz is that it’s going to be wet 🤫
In regards to the other part, their reactions will largely differ cause their personalities and perspectives are stark opposites almost. I enjoyed imagining the boys reactions so much I had to write it out. Snip under the cut! (By the way Arman and Cyrus are my headcanon names for MC’s sons. In my mind Kaz named them after his brother and grandfather. You can name them in the story!)
The garden air was thick with the scent of roses and the sound of clashing sticks as Arman reenacted the Battle of Seven Rivers, using a fallen branch as his sword. His cheeks were flushed with excitement, dark hair falling in his eyes as he spun and thrust, fighting imaginary enemies.
"And then Shah Saminsar charged through the river!" He splashed through one of the decorative pools, much to your quiet amusement. "The enemy never expected anyone to cross in full armor! But grandfather's grandfather wasn't afraid of anything!"
Cyrus sat cross-legged on a marble bench, watching his brother's performance with a mix of envy and disdain. He'd tried playing these games before, but he always ended up winded and coughing and he disliked how it made you worry. Better to watch and remember the details Arman invariably got wrong, he thought.
"That's not how the story goes," he pointed out. "The chronicles say he had special boats made of—"
"You're ruining it!" Arman brandished his stick-sword. "Besides, my way is better. More exciting." He paused mid-thrust, a thought suddenly occurring to him.
"What about your father, Mother?" Arman asked suddenly, his expression bright with curiosity. "Did he fight in any great battles? Did he fight Shah Saminsar?"
The question hung in the air like suspended glass, fragile and dangerous. Your hands stilled in their embroidery as memories you usually kept carefully locked away began to surface.
"My father," you began slowly, "was a potter. He made the most beautiful vases you've ever seen, with designs so delicate they looked like they might float off the clay."
Both boys were watching you now, sensing something significant in your tone.
"What happened to him?" Cyrus asked softly, his keen eyes studying your face.
You took a deep breath. They were old enough now, you decided. They deserved to know. "He died when raiders came to our village.a"
Arman let the branch-sword fall, his playful demeanor vanishing. "Raiders?"
"They came at dawn," you continued, voice distant with memory. "I remember the smell of smoke, the screaming... My father tried to protect us, but..." you swallowed hard. "They killed the men who resisted. They took the rest of us as captives. I was brought to the capital and sold as a slave."
Silence fell heavily in the gardens.
"A slave?" Arman's voice cracked. "But... but that's impossible! You're not... you're not like them!" His mind flashed to the laborers he'd seen in the streets, bent and dirty and broken. Nothing like his beautiful mother who smelled of roses and knew how to make even the shah smile.
Cyrus said nothing, but his mind was racing, pieces falling into place like tiles in a mosaic. The whispers he sometimes caught in corners, the way certain nobles looked at them when they thought no one was watching. Slave blood, they said. His fingers clenched in his lap.
"Is that why the other consorts look down on us?" Cyrus asked.
"Cyrus," Arman protested, but you held up a hand.
"Yes," you admitted. "Many believe that common blood taints the royal line. That I was unworthy to bear the shah's children."
"They're wrong!" Arman declared fiercely, jumping to his feet. "You're worth ten of them! A hundred!" Cyrus nodded in agreement.
"It doesn't matter what they think," Cyrus said quietly, though his eyes blazed with a cold fury that reminded you startlingly of his father. "We are who we are. The blood of kings and the blood of craftsmen - perhaps that makes us stronger than either alone."
You felt tears prick at your eyes as you looked at your sons. They were taking this better than you had dared to hope.
"Does it..." Cyrus hesitated, then continued, "Does it hurt very much? To remember?"
"Sometimes."
"Don't cry, Mother!" Arman rushed to your side, nearly tripping over his own feet in his distress. "I'll kill them! I'll kill all of them who hurt you! When I'm bigger, I'll—"
Your tears turned to choked laughter as you caught him in your arms. "My fierce protector. Always ready to fight the world's wrongs with your sword."
"It's not funny!" Arman's own eyes were wet now. "They hurt you! They took you from your family!"
"If they hadn't," Cyrus said suddenly, his voice very small, "we wouldn't exist."
You reached out your other arm and Cyrus came to you, burying his face in your shoulder. You held them both close, these sons of hers who carried the blood of slaves and shahs in their veins.
"Listen to me, both of you," you said softly. "What happened to me was wrong. But it did not make me less. Remember that – no matter what anyone whispers, no matter what names they call you behind closed doors. You are the sons of my strength, not my shame."
Arman nodded fiercely against your chest. But Cyrus pulled back slightly, his young face troubled.
"Is that why I'm not strong like Arman?" he asked. "Because of... because we're..."
"No." Your voice turned sharp. "You are exactly who you were meant to be. Both of you."
The revelation would shape them in different ways as they grew. Arman threw himself into his martial training with renewed fury, determined to become strong enough that no one would ever dare hurt his family again. Cyrus retreated further into his books and scrolls, but now he sought out different kinds of knowledge. He learned about power – how to get it, how to keep it, how to use it like a knife in the dark. He collected secrets the way their grandfather had collected clay, shaping them into weapons far deadlier than any sword.
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xmads-omensx · 3 days ago
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Word Count: 1,751
Pairing: best friend!Noah X Reader
Content Warnings: house party, vague mentions of drinking, Noah is bad at feelings, swearing, angst
Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @chey-h @tosoundlessdarkistare @thisbicc @fadingangelwisp
Thank you @alwaysfightforwhoyouare for the inspiration I live you so much <3
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I knew it was wrong, ogling Noah like I was, but I couldn’t help it.
He had come down from his bedroom in black slacks and his signature black tank top, looking sleek, handsome and downright sexy.
I tried to make my brain shut up.
Noah was my best friend and I should not be thinking about him like this.
Besides, I knew what he had to offer since we hooked up following an extremely drunken night out after a show about a year ago.
We had awoken in the same bed, naked and tangled up together.
Noah had brushed it off as nothing important, which had hurt me, and we were definitely not as close as we once were, but he was still my best friend.
The sofa where I was sat dipped, making me take my focus off of the heavily tattooed man in the kitchen and instead put it onto a guy in a green bomber jacket and a black beanie.
I had seen him before at a few other parties and social gatherings, but I wasn’t too sure who he actually was.
From what I could remember Matt telling me, he was one of the sound engineers for Spiritbox, but I couldn’t be sure.
“Hey gorgeous.” He began in a slightly nasally voice. I hated it when guys I didn’t know called me pet names.
“Hi.” I replied, slightly awkwardly.
“I’m Jonah.” He stuck his hand out towards me. I shook it tentatively. “And who might you be, gorgeous?”
“Y/N.” I replied simply.
“A gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl.” Jonah said gorgeous too much. I didn’t like it. “So, Y/N, are you single?” He asked.
I took a big gulp of my drink before nodding yes.
He grinned. I liked that even less.
“How about we get out of here? Have some fun? You know, just the two of us?” I cringed.
I was about to decline when two large hands wrapped around my waist, picking me up and placing me onto a firm lap.
The scent of Dior Sauvage filled my nostrils. Noah.
“You having fun baby?” He spoke quietly into my ear, just loud enough for Jonah to hear.
He squeezed my hip, encouraging me to reply to him.
“Yeah baby I am.” I replied with a giggle. This whole situation felt ridiculous and slightly stupid.
“Good.”  Noah said, making direct eye contact with Jonah, making him scurry away.
I burst out laughing, finally able to acknowledge the hilarity of the situation.
Noah didn’t.
“What’s up babe? Not having fun?” I asked in my best Noah impression that I could muster.
He remined blank faced.
“Are you alright?” I asked, instantly worried about my best friend. He never normally acted like this.
Noah simply nodded at me, not saying anything right away. “Yeah, just in my head I guess.”
“Do you want to get out of here? We can go talk somewhere?” I offered, trying to reach out to my best friend.
He shook his head.
I gave his bicep a squeeze, letting him know that  was there for him if and when he needed me. Noah simply smiled up at me.
We sat like that for what felt like eternity, when Jolly came over to talk to us for a short while.
It was nice being this close to Noah again after being ever so slightly distant from eachother.
Sitting on Noah’s lap felt right in that moment, like it was where I was supposed to be. Jolly clearly didn’t care, since he hadn’t mentioned Noah and I’s sudden closeness. It wasn’t like it was a surprise to the rest of the guys as Noah and I often found ourselves entwined together on the couch during movie night, or game night, or literally any hangout ever.
I missed that closeness with him.
Pulling Noah closer to me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head lazily on his shoulder as we spoke.
“I think I’m going to head to bed now.” Noah announced when Jolly was speaking to us.
I shared a confused look with the Swede as this was relatively out of character for Noah. He never liked to go to bed when a party was still going.
“Oh okay.  Do you want me to come up with you?” I asked, simply because I wanted to make sure he was okay.
“No, you stay here. Enjoy the party.” He said, lifting me off of his lap and walking off without so much as a goodnight.
“Something is going on with him.” Jolly said as soon as Noah was out of earshot.
“You think?” I asked.
“Since that Jonah dude came over to you, he’s been agitated.” Jolly sighed, leaning back in his chair.
“Really? I wonder why?” I replied, asking the questions more so to myself than to Jolly.
The Swede laughed loudly, causing multiple other partygoers to turn and look at us. “You wonder why? It’s obvious Y/N.”
“I don’t get it.” I said with a look of pure confusion etched across my features.
“How about you go upstairs and ask him yourself.” Jolly said with a smirk, gesturing to the stairs that we had just watched Noah ascend earlier.
I hesitated for a moment, before following Noah up the stairs. Jolly still sat on the chair, giggling to himself as if he had just set up the perfect prank and was just waiting for it to fall into place.
The upstairs hallway was quiet in comparison to the party downstairs, since the partygoers weren’t allowed to venture to the guys’ bedrooms.
Soft purple light peeked through underneath Noah’s door indicating that he had switched on the LED strip lights I had bought him when we moved house.
I never usually bothered knocking on Noah’s door, but on this occasion, I felt that I should. Something was off between us, and I was terrified of overstepping.
Noah’s feet shuffled towards the door. It swung open, revealing Noah standing there in only the black slacks he had been wearing at the party.
“Sorry.” I blurted.
“It’s okay.” He replied softly.
There was a beat of mildly awkward silence before he gestured for me to come in.
His room always looked the same. His bed was neatly made and his desk was organised perfectly. There were no rogue socks littering the floor, like there was in my own room. There were no dirty cups or mugs like there was in Jolly’s room. There were no stacks of books in the corners like there was in Jesse’s room. Noah’s room was always pristine.
“So, what’s up?” Noah asked, breaking the somewhat uncomfortable silence that had descended between the two of us.
I turned my body to face my shirtless nest friend. It took all I had not to just stand there and stare at him. It was so tempting.
“I just wanted to ask if you were okay? You didn’t seem like yourself down there.” I asked softly.
His soft smile twitched as he seemed to flinch at my question.
“I’m fine, why don’t you head back down and enjoy the party?” Noah said bluntly in reply.
“I was also wondering if you wanted to hang out for a bit? We haven’t hung out in ages just the two of us and the party is getting kinda boring downstairs.” I suggested with a laugh.
“Y/N,” Noah began with a sigh, “I just want to be alone right now.”
“So you aren’t okay?” I asked, confused.
“No, I never said that.” Noah said, beginning to get defensive.
“I’m just worried that’s all. I miss you.” I tried to diffuse the situation.
“Well, stop missing me.” Noah snarled at me.
I flinched. He had never spoken to me like that before, and it threw me off.
“What is your problem?” I said, taken aback by his tone.
“My problem?” Noah laughed sarcastically.
“Yes! Your problem. Why are you acting like a complete dick?” I shouted back at him.
“I don’t have a fucking problem, you do!” He yelled back.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I snarled in reply. We never fought so it was weird hearing him yell, especially at me.
“You’re fucking doting on me all of the fucking time and it’s annoying.” He sneered at me with a sarcastic grin on his face.
“Did you ever think that I was doing that because I was worried about you, Noah?” I began angrily. “You haven’t been yourself recently and it’s freaking me out.”
“Well maybe I haven’t been myself recently because you’re pissing me off!” Noah shouted, going to open his bedroom door to see me out.
“Stop making me feel like I mean nothing to you.” I yelled, frustrated by his behaviour.
He paused and silence filled his bedroom.
“You don’t mean nothing to me, Y/N, you mean everything to me.” Noah said quietly. Too quietly.
“Then why have you been avoiding me?” I pushed. “You have barely been able to look at me since that night.”
Noah remained quiet, unable to meet my eyes.
“Did it mean nothing to you? Is that it?” I asked, angry at his silence.
“Of course not.” Noah whispered. “It meant everything.”
This time, the silence held confusion.
“Everything?” I asked.
“Yes, everything.” Noah replied, finally meeting my eyes and taking a step towards me.
I wasn’t sure what to reply with in that moment, so I just stared into his deep brown eyes as he stepped even closer to me, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off of his shirtless torso.
His large hand reached up and cupped the side of my face. I leaned into his touch slightly.
“You mean everything. That’s why I was hiding from you. I didn’t want to fuck up what we have, because it means everything to me.” Noah confessed.
“How would you fuck it up?” I asked.
Noah sighed before speaking.
“Because I am so hopelessly in love with you but you don’t feel the same. It would weird you out.” Noah explained in a whisper.
“Who says I’m not in love with you?” I asked.
“Because you’re not. You couldn’t b-“ Noah started.
I interrupted him by pulling him down to capture his lips in a kiss, shutting him up entirely.
We pulled away from the kiss, both slightly out of breath, before bursting into laughter.
“You and me?” I asked quietly.
“Always.” Noah whispered back, pulling me into another kiss.
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shellsarepretty · 3 days ago
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siblings or dating?
Walker Scobell x fem!Reader
warnings: none :)
there isn't much romantic stuff in this, and its more platonic than anything.
summary: tv insiders interview when they reflect on their chemistry tests, but you as annabeth <3
ps, there's an extra scene at the bottom
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You and Walker were best friends for years. Ever since you landed the role of Emma Reed, Adam Reed's twin sister, you two were inseparable.
You Facetimed so much when Walker was away filming Secret Headquarters, and he Facetimed you when you filmed You're So Not Invited to My Bat Mitzvah.
You guys were glued at the hip, and fans loved your platonic relationship. That was until you got the role of Annabeth Chase and Walker got the role of Percy Jackson.
Fans looked at your history with each other and didn't see you guys platonically, no, they saw you two romantically.
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It was a TV insiders interview, and you, Walker, and Aryan sat on three different chairs in a straight line. You were on the left, Walker was in the middle, and Aryan was on the right.
"I'd love to hear the story of your first chemistry test as a trio. Like what scene did you read? Did you know in your gut that day that it would be the three of you? Like, tell me about that experience. How did it go?" The interviewer asked.
You thought for a second. "Well, me and Walker already had a few chemistry reads before Aryan like- came with us. We had two Grover's before Aryan." You said, using your hands to speak.
Walker nodded. "Yeah, it was actually really funny because Y/n and I were maybe the same height, and the Aryan was just," he put his hand up high, showing how tall Aryan was. "He was so much taller than us."
At that, Aryan just laughed and nodded.
"Yeah, I was trying to talk to Aryan, but I had to look up to him, and then I talked to Walker and I didn't have to do anything." You laughed, and Walker and Aryan joined in quickly as well.
"Sorry Aryan," you started.
"Oh no.." the brunette boy whispered.
"But my favorite chemistry test was probably the first one I ever did with Walker because I didn't tell him that I was auditioning for Annabeth." You giggled, and Walker started laughing.
"Yeah, I remember that. I was so excited because I just got off of the Zoom with Rick Riordan, and I called Y/n," he made a phone with his hand and put it up to his ear. "and I was like, Y/n! Guess what? I got the role!" Y/n laughed at this, copying his motions.
"Woah Walker! You got Percy?" You said through your hand.
"Yeah! I got to go bye!"Walker said, hanging up his hand-phone. You both laughed.
"I knew that I kept wanting to audition for Annabeth, but I thought it might be weird because I played Emma Reed in the Adam Project, and Walker played my twin brother, and it was like a sibling relationship. But now, it's kinda like a love interest, so I didn't tell him." You cracked your knuckles.
"So I was the last Annabeth that he had to read with, and Walker was so tired because he had like five Annabeths before me-" Walker cut you off quietly.
"Seven." He said.
You and Aryan both looked at him. "Seven?" both of you shouted. Walker nodded.
"Seven." He repeated.
"Woah.." you trailed off. Then you remembered what you were talking about. "Anyways, uhm.. Mr. Riordan called my name, and I wish you could've seen Walker's face." You laughed. Walker started laughing too.
"I honestly was so surprised and so happy, because I was so tired. Like I heard her name, and I turned around so quick." He said.
"I know! I'm honestly surprised that you didn't see me before that." You laughed.
"Well, I stood up to go meet with him up in the middle of the room, and we just started laughing. Like- I looked at him, and he started to like to do this," you pointed to Walker's face as he made the trying so hard to not laugh face he usually has on. "and I completely lost it. We both started dying, like rolling on the ground." You continued, Walker and Aryan laughing too.
"There were so many people watching us just laugh, and I was so embarrassed afterward. We also did the thing where you stop laughing, but then the other person starts doing their slate, and you start laughing again." You said.
"It was so bad, but we finally pulled ourselves together, and the scene actually went great." Walker nodded.
"The first scene we did together was the consensus song, in the bus." You laughed and started to clap your hands together. "That's when I had to act like Walker and Aryan were crazy, which honestly wasn't that hard." You teased.
"Hey!" Both of the boys protested. You laughed.
"Kidding..not really." You said, and they laughed harder.
"Uhm, When we did our first chemistry read together, I was honestly so scared because the laughing part wasn't that great for Y/n's chances, no offense." Walker laughed. Y/n shook her head smiling.
"None taken."
"And Mr. Riordan and the directors put Me with other Annabeths for like- I don't know, a week maybe?" Walker tilted his head to the side. "But then, they invited Y/n back, and we didn't laugh, and we actually did great. We did the scene where she like- finds me in the bathroom, and like is kinda mean to me, and I just beat up Clarise and her friends. And right after that, I knew that she was going to be Annabeth. She nailed it perfectly." Walker finished.
"Aww, thank you!" You grinned at him.
"But for Aryan," Walker stated, teasing. "When he auditioned, I knew that he was not the one. I could just feel it in my gut like-" Walker sighed deeply through his nose.
"I was super lucky because I was the like- the only person that tried out for Grover. Like no one else submitted for him." Walker started to laugh, but he tried to hide it.
"E-exactly.." The blonde started to chuckle.
"They only auditioned me, that's the only reason why I'm here." Aryan laughed.
"The only reason is crazy." You laughed. Walker and Aryan joined you.
"No, but both of them were amazing. Like, it was perfect casting." Walker admitted, smiling at both of you.
"I'm just thinking about how tired Walker was when we did our chemistry read for all of us." Aryan put in. You all nodded your heads.
"Once again, I had like- four Annabeth's, and eleven Grovers before Aryan," Walker said.
"I thought it was seven!" Aryan exclaimed. Walker shook his head.
"No, it was eleven."
"Yeah, he's right. I'm counting them right now, wow that's actually insane." You said, glancing at Walker. Aryan laughed and shook his head.
"I just vividly remember Walker after all three of us did the chemistry read together. They were like- 'Okay, so we're going to switch it up a bit' and Walker was like, 'That wasn't it?'
"They had to have a lot of tin cans to provide." The interviewer laughed.
Everyone else smiled.
"Well, I would love for you to imagine yourselves in maybe one or two years and imagine that you've just finished filming the final series of Percy Jackson. What would you want to say to your future self?" The interviewer asked. The trio thought for a bit.
"How'd you get so jacked?" Walker said. Aryan and you started laughing, and Aryan hastily agreed.
"Uhm, don't mess it up?" Aryan said, but it came out more like a question.
"Yeah." Walker nodded his head.
"I would ask her if she was able to take home stuff from set." You said, laughing to yourself.
"Honestly, that's so true." Aryan chuckled.
"I would ask about, like- everything that we did wrong, and just not do those things." Walker smiled. You laughed.
"In all seriousness, as I would just say good job, and you made it!" You smiled softly, a little embarrassed that you got sappy.
"That's a sweet one." The interviewer chuckled.
"I would ask when we are going to film Hero's of Olympus next," Walker admitted.
"Yes!" You agreed with him.
"That's a really good one." Aryan nodded. You smiled.
"Alright, that's all for now. Thank you guys!" Your interviewer called out, and the Zoom meeting clicked off the screen.
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!EXTRA SCENE!
You and Walker settled in your chairs, smiling and laughing as the cameras started to click on. You, Walker, and Ryan were doing the TODAY show interview.
The background behind you guys was purple and sparkly with Ryan Reynolds, Walker Scobell, and Y/n L/n, in bold white letters.
The first interviewer was Hoda, a brunette, and the second was Jenna, a blonde.
"And we are..rolling!" The person behind the camera yelled out.
"Okay, we all know the name of Ryan Reynolds who starred in dozens of films in Hollywood." Jenna led on. "But two names that you may not know, but you will know very soon, Walker Scobell and Y/n L/n." Jenna finished.
"Yeah, they both are the best. Walker and Y/n are teaming up with Ryan for their very first movie, Netflix's The Adam Project." Hoda starts.
"Ryan plays a time-traveling pilot that crash lands in 2022, and teams up with his younger self, played by Walker, and his non-deceased twin sister, played by Y/n. Let's take a look." Hoda finishes.
"And, cut!" the cameraman turns off the camera, waiting for the movie clip to play.
Y/n saw the scene being played out on the little computer placed in front of her and Walker.
"Is that why you haven't talked to her in a while? Because we gave her a fistful of crap?" Walker as Adam said through the screen.
Ryan as Older Adam sighed and his frustration was evident on his face. He huffed and turned around to look at Adam (Walker). He ran a hand through his hair.
"No..you know what, Adam? Let me tell you something. We don't talk to Emma because she's dead!" Ryan screamed at Walker. Adam's (Walker's) face changed from smugness to horror.
His eyes got glossy, and he stumbled out a "W-What?"
Ryan's face changed to soft sympathy. "Look, she died in a car crash when she was a teenager. I-I'm sorry. I'll try to change it. I'll try to change the future." Older Adam (Ryan) put on the jacket with determination.
"I will change the future." Older Adam (Ryan) finished. Adam (Walker) sniffled and wiped his eyes.
The camera panned through the house to you opening the glass backdoor. You as Emma Reed walked inside, your hands stuffed into your hoodie.
"Adam? And, well, Adam? I went for a walk, sorry if I was gone long! Are you guys here?" Emma (You) called out.
Just then, the cameras were back on, and you rubbed Walker's back lightly, knowing that this was a hard scene for all of you guys.
"That was truly amazing, wow," Hoda said first. Jenna nodded with her.
"Aww, do they do that a lot?" Jenna asked, her eyes going to you and Walker, as he smiled at you softly, letting you know that he was alright.
Ryan laughed. "Yeah. Y/n as Emma is actually the reason why I want to have a daughter." He said, giving you a cheeky grin. You smiled back at the older man and looked towards the host.
"I can see that. Emma is such a sweet girl." Hoda agreed.
"Woah, okay back on track. So, Walker and Y/n, this is your first movie and it's with Ryan Reynolds. Kay, was it at all intimidating working with this guy, or not?" Hoda asked. Walker spoke up first.
"Uhh, not at all." Your blonde friend said. You laughed at Ryan's somewhat hurt facial expression.
"Really?" Jenna and Hoda said in sync.
"Not at all? How come?" They said immediately after. You were laughing to yourself.
"Careful," Ryan warned Walker.
This caused everyone in the room to start laughing, and Hoda even bent over, clutching her sides. You and Walker shared a couple of big smiles.
"-It was, He was a lot taller than I thought he would be," Walker said, nervously switching the leg he had resting on his other. You nodded.
"Usually actors are short," Jenna said. You laughed, giving Walker a playful nudge with your shoulder. Your costar laughed and nudged you right back.
"I wore four-inch hightops on set." Ryan laughed.
"Yes, he was just wearing heels, Walker." You said, laughing. Ryan reached forward and ruffled your hair in an affectionate way.
Walker laughed.
"Was he funny? Did he make you laugh?" Jenna asked. You answered this one.
"He was only funny when he didn't want to be funny. Whenever he tried to make a joke, nobody laughed." You said, leaning away from Ryan as he tried to ruffle your hair again.
Jenna and Hoda laughed along with Walker. "Yeah, I don't think I've ever laughed at one of his jokes," Walker said, smiling. Hoda leaned forward in her seat as Jenna started laughing again.
"Oh my god, you are the same person!" Hoda said, smiling. You started giggling to yourself. "Who are you people?" Hoda finished.
"One time-" You started. But, Jenna didn't hear you. She cut you off, making you shrink a bit in your seat. Walker noticed.
"You guys are so cute!" Jenna gushed. Walker nodded politely before turning to you.
"Thanks. Y/n, what were you about to say?" He asked you, giving you a small smile. You sat up straighter in your chair and smiled back at him.
He noticed! You giggled to yourself.
"Oh! I was going to say that one time I got confused, and I accidentally called Ryan Walker instead of Ryan." You laughed.
"No way!" Hoda laughed. You nodded.
"I can confirm that that happened," Ryan said from beside you. Everyone laughed for a quick second.
"Wow, finding these two kids is perfect! Walker is perfect for you, and Y/n portrays Emma's kindness and innocence. They are the perfect kids to cast. How did you find these two if they've never been in a movie before? How did this come to be?" Hoda asked.
Ryan breathed. "We read hundreds and hundreds of kids, all different ages, starting with the umbilical cord right up to a hundred and twelve years old." Honda laughed at that.
"I feel like we read all of the kids on Earth. And then one day, we saw this tape of this kid named Walker Scobell, and the second sentence out of his mouth, I looked at Shawn Leevy and said that's our guy." Ryan said, clicking his tongue. Hoda and Jenna gasped.
"You knew it, just like that?" Hoda asked. You laughed.
"Just like that." Ryan agreed. You smiled at Walker, giving him a toothy grin.
"Wow, I feel so left out." You laughed, half joking. Ryan gave you a look.
"I was just getting to you kid, don't worry." He said. He then took a deep breath.
"Once we got our Adam, we knew that we needed to get an Emma that like- works best with Walker. So, we sent out the call to any eleven to thirteen-year-old girls that would like to try out for Emma Reed. We got I think-" Ryan paused to think. "maybe five-fifty (550) uhh, audition tapes. So, Shawn was originally just going to look at them himself, until I suggested that Walker should take a look first." Jenna nodded, facing Walker.
"Did you really pick out the ones you liked most?" She asked him. Walker sheepishly smiled.
"Yeah, I think I cut down to maybe one-thirty (130) tapes? It honestly took a long time, but it was worth it." Walker said, grinning at you.
"Then, we watched all of the ones that Walker picked out, and Shawn took a look at Y/n, and he smiled. He said, 'She's gotta get a callback and a read with Walker.' So we narrowed it down to maybe fifty Emma's. Then we invited Y/n to a callback on Zoom, and we asked her to sing. " Ryan said, laughing. You covered your face embarrassingly with your hands, remembering your song choice. "she started to sing a song from High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. Let's actually pull up the clip." Ryan said, turning to the camera. The camera guy nodded and cut it. Then, Y/n saw her face on the laptop in front of her, the screen recording of the Zoom playing full blast.
"Oh no.." she whispered. "I can't look."
"So, Y/n, we were wondering if you could sing a little song for us. We were thinking of having Emma in our show sing, but you don't have to if you aren't comfortable." Shawn asked Y/n's video self.
"Uhh, no it's okay. Just acapella?" You asked.
"Yes, that would be lovely,'' Shawn replied. Little Y/n took a deep breath before she started to sing.
"I think of you when the wind blows, I see your face almost everywhere, sure maybe Salt Lake is not close, but I'm still breathin' you in the air. Because the best part is knowin' there's somethin' in my dreams that always makes me smile, it's you," Your video self did a small riff, and Honda and Jenna both murmured their admiration.
"The best part is knowin' there's someone in my life that makes it all worthwhile, it's you. When I don't know what to do, no I'm never givin' up, never givin' up on you. Baby, there's no need to be blue, because the best part is knowin' there something in my life that always makes me smile, it's you." Y/n in the video did another riff, and it sounded a lot better.
"The best part is knowin' there's someone in my life that makes it all worthwhile, it's you, it's you." Y/n stopped singing, smiling happily. The video cut back on, and you didn't notice that everyone was staring at you until you looked up from the video.
"Woah," you said, noticing everyone's gaze. At that, everyone started to laugh.
"Well, that was amazing. when you heard that, did you know like you did with Walker?" Jenna asked Ryan. The male smiled and nodded.
"Shawn honestly didn't expect Y/n to sing because this was her first real audition, but when he heard this girl open her mouth, he was texting me. Hey, I think we found Emma. Let's get Y/n L/n to read with Walker. So, a few weeks later, Y/n walked through these big metal doors, and she saw Walker for the first time. And she then gave him a smile and a wave, and I think that convinced the rest of the crew that she was our Emma." Ryan finished, giving Y/n's shoulder a little squeeze.
"That's incredible, to hear that, and to think that both of you wanted to act, and continue to act," Jenna started. Y/n and Walker both nodded their heads wordlessly.
"W-was it kinda crazy that you two got this role?" Jenna finished. Walker nodded.
"It was..it was uhh, I-I was expecting a lot of littler roles, and to then work myself up to the big ones, because I originally wanted to be an Avenger." You laughed at that, and so did Hoda and Jenna.
"This is pretty close to an Avenger. Basically the same thing." You said to him. Walker smiled and nodded at you.
"Basically." He agreed.
"Have you ever seen Deadpool?" Hoda asked Walker, a knowing smile on her face. You started laughing uncontrollably.
"Walker! Oh my god, that's the funniest thing I've heard in my life." You said, gasping for air.
"Uhh, what's that?" Walker said, feigning innocence. That just made you laugh harder.
"I think Y/n knows, care to tell us?" Hoda said, smiling. You nodded and opened your lips to talk, but then Walker slapped his right left hand over your mouth, muffling your words.
This just made everyone but you and Walker die of laughter. Finally, Ryan calmed down to speak.
"Come on bud, answer her seriously." The older male said. Walker looked around for a second, making sure that his hand was still on your mouth. You pushed it away, laughing softly.
"I-I uh," Walker stuttered.
"What? you're not allowed to say?" Honda cut in.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Walker finished. You giggled, elbowing him softly.
"Someone's in denial. Where's this attitude when we're picking out movies for movie night?" You said, dodging Walker's hand as he tried to cover your mouth again.
Hoda, Jenna, and Ryan all laughed at your statement.
"Walker, how many times have you watched Deadpool?" Hoda asked him again.
Walker smiled. "Uhh, for legal reasons- I can't uhh." Hoda and Jenna started laughing again.
"He's so funny, Oh my God!" Hoda squeaked out.
"I love him!" Jenna laughed.
"How much did you?" Hoda gasped. Walker looks nervously at you.
"Answer them!" Ryan said, giving Walker a look, leaning over Y/n's chair.
"Uhh, a couple-" Walker started.
"More than seven?" Jenna asked.
"-Hundred. Yeah, more than seven." Walker finished, and you started laughing hard with the rest of the people around you. You clutched your sides, bending forward in your chair, silently laughing.
"He can recite every syllable, of either movie. Ask Y/n, she knows." Ryan said.
"Oh my god, Y/n does he?" Jenna asked you. You nodded. Walker shot you a look.
"You do not get to give me a stink eye, dude," you said, pointing your finger at him. "Every second of every day the first couple weeks of filming, Walker would be normal, and talk about normal things. Until he got comfy with me, and at random times," Hoda and Jenna started to laugh, knowing what you were going to say next. "Walker would trot over to me, and he would proceed to spew a whole monologue from Deadpool. At first, I tried to walk away from him, but Walker learned how to handle that because he would grab onto my shoulders, and hold me hostage until he was done with whatever he was saying."
When Y/n said, 'Hold me hostage,' Hoda and Jenna started laughing uncontrollably.
"He even knows those crappy, sub-expo lines that no one remembers. He also knows stage direction." Ryan cut in. Walker laughed and shifted his resting leg again.
"I think I've spent more hours watching Deadpool than I do outside," Walker admitted, earning a laugh from you.
"Wait, what grade are you two in?" Hoda asked.
"We're both in seventh." You and Walker said at the same time.
"Woah, I just got hit with the twin synchronization!" Hoda exclaimed, laughing before she continued.
"Since you both go to school, what do your friends think about your little gig?" She followed up.
"Well, I didn't really tell a lot of people about it, you know? Like- just my close friends and stuff. But when it was released on Netflix, I just got random people coming up to me and asking if I was in The Adam Project. Then, people just started texting me like- edits of myself in class group chats." You laughed, as did Hoda and Jenna.
"What about you, Walker?"Jenna asked.
"Well, they don't really..er-well, they thought that I was just a flashback or something, so they didn't really know, which was nice! Uh," Walker leaned forward in his chair. "It's just really weird because kids come up to me, and they ask me what Ryan Reynolds smells like?" He finished, with you laughing alongside him.
"What does he smell like? That's actually a great question. I've been wondering that same thing throughout this whole thing." Jenna asked.
"Is it- Is it wood? I think it's wood." Jenna said first.
"I think it's something fresh, like leaves of 2000.'" Hoda countered.
"Same, maybe it's sage," Jenna said, excitedly tapping Hoda's arm.
"You would think it would be butternut squash with cinnamon, but it's actually baby powder," Ryan said. Jenna and Hoda snickered.
"What a beautiful smell. Okay Ryan, "Jenna said, straightening her back. "You seem to have a friendly relationship with these two. You also have one with our good friend Hugh Jackman."
Hoda laughed. "Didn't you send a life-sized cut out of yourself to him?"
"It was a life-sized charcoal drawing of myself." Ryan corrected, having fake poshness to his voice. "C'mon now, I'm not tacky. And, it was two drawings. The first one was not well received, and the second one of me in a different pose was definitely not well received." Ryan finished. You and Walker shared a smile.
"We just half to say, you just got the red carpet for this show, I'm sorry to say it, but your wife stole the show," Jenna said earnestly.
"Always." Hoda agreed.
"In that rainbow dress? I mean, I saw you in the background-" Jenna started, and the picture of Blake Lively's dress popped up on the computer.
"Wow." You and Walker both said.
"-So in the future, if you two play each other, you could wear that." Jenna finished.
"You too could wear that exact dress," Ryan said. "Uh, in the sequel to The Adam Project." You giggled with Walker.
"We have a couple questions for the twins, actually." Hoda and Jenna said.
"Shoot," you said, inviting them to continue.
"Okay, you and Walker have to say the same things at the same time. Ready?" Jenna shuffled her papers slightly.
"Wait, do we say the answer that we think the other is going to say?" You asked.
"Sure!"
"Okay, Walker I'm just going to say yours." You confidently said. Walker shrugged in a way of saying, alright.
"What is your favorite snack?"
"Frosted Flakes." you both said.
"Favorite Movie?"
"Deadpool two." You said, rolling your eyes. Walker gave you a little push.
"Favorite sports team?"
Your eyes widened, and you looked at Walker you shrugged. You definitely did not know any sports teams.
"The Red Dragons," Walker said, poking your forehead with his finger.
"Ow," you muttered to yourself.
"And last thing, what is the most annoying thing about Ryan Reynolds?"
"His face." Both of you answered. Hoda and Jenna started dying with laughter. Ryan just glared at you two.
"Wow, shots are fired. The shot is fired. You know that I'm big in Hollywood, right? I can have you two completely destroyed." Ryan threatened. You and Walker just sent toothy grins at him.
"Okay, you can get the Adam Project streaming on Netflix. Thank you." Honda said, laughing.
"And..cut!"
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powdcr · 19 hours ago
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you fixed it
୨୧ jinx x soft!reader
୨୧ summary: jinx fixes up your childhood stuffed animal
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A few days ago, Jinx and you had been ambushed by a group of enforcers. They had been tracking your whereabouts for months and had finally planned an attack. They came into Jinx’s base with their guns a-blaze, very on brand for them at this point. Knowing that you weren’t exactly the most agile or even much of the fighting type, she dashed down and grabbed you quickly, dashing back out through a side vent. She held you close to her in the vent for a few minutes until the shooting ceased. You felt your heart beating through your chest. Usually, you were the type to stay out of danger. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to be in the action but because Jinx was very protective over you and also because you didn’t have much muscle in general. You were weaker, sensitive, and Jinx knew this well. She vowed to protect you since the day she first met you. 
Jinx met you in the streets of Zaun at a younger age. She was around fourteen and had just been taken in by Silco a couple years prior. She saw a few older boys beating you up in one of the back alleyways. She didn’t know you, but she saw herself in you at that moment and had to save you. You saw a weirdly-assembled tin can? No, it must have been a bomb. It rolled towards you. It had eyes and whiskers drawn on it with purple and blue ink. Smoke came off from the bomb before exploding. The boys screamed and tried to run away, a couple getting caught in the blast. You were far enough away from the blast that you only had a few scratches and dust marks, aside from the bloody nose the group had already left you. A shadow came out from amongst the smoke. It was a girl with mid-length, blue hair. She had a wide-grin on her face and manic, wide eyes.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here, buttercup,” she said softly, her rasp not yet reaching its full potential. She reached her arm out to help you up, which you gladly accepted. She then took you back to Silco and had you cleaned up. You had been by her side ever since. 
Jinx looked down at you as she held you in her arms. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” She asked frantically as she lifted up your arms, checking for wounds.
“I’m okay, baby. I’m okay.” 
“Okay,” she breathed out heavily, holding your face in her hands. “That’s it. I’m gonna show those Piltie goons a lesson, once and for all.” Jinx took a sharp breath before yelling, “They don’t touch you. No one touches you!” 
You grabbed for her hand, stopping her from leaving the vent. “Baby! I’m okay! Please don’t go.”
The melancholy, yearning voice that escaped from the back of your throat made Jinx stop in her tracks. Her eyes widened as she turned around. “Alright… Okay.” Her voice fell quieter as she cuddled back up with you. She then looked down into your lap to see the faint remnants of what was your childhood stuffed animal. “Oh no,” Jinx spoke softly. “Your little cat.”
You looked down into your lap to see it. You were holding it when the enforcers had come in. The head was disheveled and barely hanging on to its body. An eye was torn out and the stitching was pulled open. Stuffing enveloped the metal floor that you two sat on. 
“Shit,” you muttered with an awkward laugh. “I guess little Cosmo didn’t make it out with us.” 
“Is that what its name was? I suppose you never did tell me,” she laughed awkwardly with you. 
“Yeah,” you replied, wiping a tear shed from the recent event. “My [mom/dad/sibling] named him.”
“Right…” Jinx bit her lip, unsure of how to make this situation better. 
The two of you eventually made it out of the vent once the coast was clear. Jinx watched as you had a harder time sleeping at night without your stuffed cat. You tossed and turned each night. She couldn’t stand seeing you like this. She knew how important it was to you.
One day while you were picking up a small shipment for Silco, Jinx decided to pick up the damaged stuffed toy from its new place underneath your bed. She placed it on her workbench and got to work. She tried her best to redo the torn stitches, occasionally placing a patch or two of new material to cover up parts that were otherwise far from repair. It had a new button to replace the missing eye. Now it had two different colored buttons: one blue and one black. Jinx was proud of herself. Cosmo was far from perfect, however, he now resembled Jinx’s own stuffed rabbit and that brought joy to her. The two looked like the perfect pair when she sat them together on your guys’ shared bed. 
You returned home to see Jinx sitting at her desk, pretending to look busy at work. She swung her legs back and forth like a little kid. You threw your leather backpack to the floor and made your way over to her. Your hands were now on her shoulders, giving her a light massage.
“Hi, baby,” you said softly, kissing her neck chastely.
“Mmm,” she cooed, “I have a surprise for youuuu.”
You spun her around to face you. “And what would that be?”
Jinx bounced away from her desk and retrieved the stuffed animal from the bed, hiding it behind her back as she made her way back over to you. You had never seen her look so giddy. It made you happy, really happy. Seeing her looking so cheery and innocent made you think of all the times that she didn’t feel like this. Because when she didn’t feel like this, she could be a wreck: a ball of emotions on the floor, full of nerves. You didn’t like seeing her suffer like that. Today, however, was apparently a good day. You loved when she’d have her good days.
“What’re you hiding?” You said with a laugh, tickling her sides to get her to reveal this very secret gift. 
“Okay, okay!” Jinx called out with a giggle. “Here, I thought you missed him… I wanted to bring him back to you.” She held Cosmo out in front of her with both arms. He was being delicately clasped from underneath his arms like a new doll. You took notice of how gently she held him in comparison to her normal rough personality. 
“You… fixed him?” You asked, voice thick with emotion, grabbing Cosmo and holding him in your arms as tight as possible. 
“Yeah, it was something I could fix,” she replied softly with a smile. 
You jumped forward and hugged her as tight as you did the stuffed animal. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” you mumbled like a mantra.
Jinx played with your hair as you hugged her, unsure of what else to do. She loved being touchy, but hugs specifically seemed to evade her. She never knew where to put her hands or how tight she was supposed to hug someone. Nevertheless, she tried, raising her free hand up to rub your back. “You don’t need to thank me, buttercup,” she replied, shocked at your thankfulness. 
You nuzzled into her neck, still holding on to Cosmo. “Thank you, Jinx.” 
She softened after hearing you say her name. Usually, you used nicknames with each other, but hearing someone call her ‘Jinx’ instead of ‘Powder’ for once made her feel safe and loved by you. You would always be her number one cheerleader, and she knew it, but she never would know quite why you chose her. 
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siwolism · 1 day ago
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hey real quick since we wanna pull the "if you dont know about it shut the fuck up" card but also take potshots at native americans "planting bombs," I have a few questions for you. No google!
How many treaties has the US made with indigenous nations? How many of those treaties are unbroken?
What % of native americans live in poverty? How does this compare to the white average? How about other US minorities?
How many indigenous american soldiers served in the korean war?
How many federally recognized indigenous tribes are there in the USA?
When were indigenous americans allowed to leave the reservation without petitioning the US government for permission?
What is NAGPRA? Why does it exist?
How many native american children died thanks to the residential school system?
How many indigenous languages are currently spoken in the USA? Now how about including the dead ones? Can you name 5?
How many bison lived in the USA prior to westward expansion? How many are left now?
What was the population of indigenous americans in the current US prior to european contact? What is it now?
Since I sincerely doubt you can answer any of these, let alone all of them, pick three or four and make your best guesses.
off the top of my head. also like less then 35% of koreans use google lol. not really a big thing here
3. 10,000. don’t know why you included this obviously i know the stats on the korean war. there were 42,000 in the viet war lol
1. i know it’s somewhere in the ballpark of 350-380, but i can’t remember the exact number. i thinkkkk the wikipedia page says 500 (600?) but im not sure how trust worthy wikipedia is compared to other sources in this case. if i ever came across a conclusive answer to how many treaties broken i don’t remember it, but i usually just assume most if not all.
2. ive seen differing numbers between native americans in general and those who live on reservations and i might get this mixed up but im pretty sure it’s 30% poverty rait for those living on reservations and 24% for native usamericans in general. i don’t know the white average but the national average is 15%
4. 578 i think?
5. if there is an exact date id love to know. from my own education i thought it was both a state and federal thing and i assumed the dates in which restrictions were lifted depended on different states. but actually even as i’m writing that out that sounds wrong lol. i do know that by 1956 there was the indian relocation act so it had to have been before then
6. its an acronym. federal act, something to do with graves i remember seeing people talking about it a while ago. i think it has something to do with museums who had stolen native american bones and other cultural objects being given money by the government if they returned them.
7. okay so ive seen a lot of people say a thousand (in the us) and im pretty sure that’s the number that came out of an offical report but i really don’t think that’s correct because the number of native american children killed in canadian residential schools is upward of 4,000 and some researches say it could be as many as 30,000 so i think that 1k number has to be bullshit.
8. it’s around 180 today, i think it was 300 originally. ill try my best but like lowkey i probably couldn’t tell you 10 languages in china if you gave me 10 hours i suffer from an extreme inability to remember small details like names and dates. but i will try: yupik, haida, cherokee (<- the one with the cool script), dakota and lakota
9. sorry i don’t know numbers but im pretty sure the stats are like. over 95%, ive seen some places say 98% it’s fucking horrific
10. i don’t think anyone knows the number. no one was taking census, ive seen people say 10 million ive seen people say 114 million but im pretty sure that’s talking about the entire continents of the americas not just who lived in current day usa. the modern day population is between 3-9 million depending on how you define a native usamerican.
i think you guys underestimate just how much knowledge about usamerica us non usamericans just absorb via being on majority usamerican websites. and when i was younger trying to learn more about indigenous struggles around the world i spent a lot of time on indigenous discord servers which were all a fucking hellhole (shout out to all survivors of the freely indigenous server i think we all deserve finical compensation) but i still had to educate myself on native american topics in the us and canada because the majority of the time that’s what was under discussion and i didn’t want to come off as ignorant. also the person im dating is originally from canada and has family in usamerica, she’s a communist and ive learnt a lot about, especially canadian, indigenous history from her. but even without those last two things just being on any side of vaguely leftist tumblr or tiktok you encounter a lot of discussion around native american issues. id say most non usamerican communists on here have done some level of research on indigenous history and current day reality in the americas and even if they hadn’t it’s pretty easy to absorb the basics via osmosis.
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beef-brisket · 11 hours ago
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Adam was still a little unsteady on his feet, but he returned Charlie's hug, relieved that she was alive.
Adam: Good to see you're okay, kid. Come on, let's get out of here. You don't need more enemies, and we don't need ours to have more of a reason to come after us.
Lucifer smiled as Charlie pulled away, Adam tidying her hair up.
Lucifer: Couldn't agree more. Let's go-.
Man: And where do you think you're going?!
Everyone stopped and looked up just in time for a large angel with six massive gold and white wings to land on the ground in front of them. The force of his landing sent shock waves through the perfectly laid brick of one of Heaven's streets.
Lucifer glared: We're leaving-.
Man: Oh, good. Too bad I wasn't talking to you, Hell scum.
Charlie stormed towards the angel: Don't talk to him like that-!
With a flick of his wrists, she was sent flying, smaking her head on a tall building before falling and hitting the ground with a sickening crack. She didn't scream.
Lucifer: Hey! That's our daug-!
The angel rose his arm up and clenched his fist, opening a crack in the ground. Lucifer backed away, but a force too suddenly pulled him into the ground. Leaving only his eyes and the top of his head out.
Man: There we go! The trash is taken care of~.
Adam was in shock. His reaction time was off because he was still healing. Who knew that growing back three limbs would use so much energy.
Man: I can finally talk to you. One on one.
Adam: The last time someone tried to do anything one on one with me, it didn't end well.
The strange man laughed. It was booming and deep like his voice. Adam swore he sounded familiar.
Man: Too right! Too right. I'll have to get Mike to send you an apology card and a box of chocolates. He was always... what's the right word... mistaken. But! I'm here to rectify that. See, Adam. My "colleagues" went about this all wrong! I wanted to speak with you privately and offer you some food and drink- but no. "He doesn't need kindness after what he's done!" "He's a monster!" "Why are you being so nice?", and bla, bla, bla. I tell ya, Adam. I don't blame you for leaving.
Adam: ... I... who are you? Exactly?
Man: Who am I?! Oh, Adam! You joker! You don't recognise me? I was there when you were first ever brought here! Such a darling little boy you were, finally back in your sweet, mother's arms... that was until you left and went to Hell. Ooh, but whe we found out about how powerful you were?! Oh, boy. What a sight. I've never seen so many angels flock to Hell on a none extermination day! All that effort, to hunt you down. And bring you home.
Adam: Bring me home? Home?! I was locked away! Weak! No one came to see me! Only a voice in my damn head!
Man: Yeah... what we did... there was so excuse. You didn't deserve that. You were only a kid, I the grand scheme of things. And for that, I apologise to you, Adam.
Adam: ...you do?
Man: I do. By my word as an archangel, I extend my sympathies and deepest apologies to you. Even those angles you and your sweet hubby here disposed off over the years. I tried to warn the council and stop them. But no. They didn't listen to me. I would have gone to see you both myself, but I didn't want to make you panic or cause you more stress. But please trust me, Adam. I did all I could from my throne up here.
Adam: ...I think we've gone a tad off track, here.
Man: Hm? Oh! Yes! Who am I? My name is Gabriel. Or Jilbril. The Will of God and the Messenger. Archangel of Chastity, Faith, Kindness, Revelations, and can you guess it...? Messages!
Adam: ...Gabriel?
Gabriel: That's me! And, as a testament to my good faith, I gift you with this.
Pulling apart his robe, Gabriel reached in and pulled out a box, holding it out for Adam.
Adam: ...What is this?
Gabriel: I'm sure you've felt it. Each time an angel hunts and fights you, you feel like you've lost a piece of yourself?
Adam: I-... yeah...
Gabriel: Well, the Heavenly council decided to try and weaken you each time the attack was carried out. Small bits of your power were drained and collected. As you can see, your healing is taking longer, and your axe may be feeling a tad heavy. This is why. And I'm here to return it to you.
Adam stared at the box as he stepped closer. He could feel it calling to him. Gabriel is telling the truth.
With two fingers, Gabriel grabbed the box and opened it. Inside was a small, floating ball. It radiated colours as his shifts and swirls.
Reaching out his hand, Adam couldn't take his eyes off his power. And within a second, it went to him. And not only that, some of his power that was stuck in Heaven flooded into him. Finally making him feel complete.
Adam gasped and fell to his knees. It was always a rush.
Gabriel: There we go. The boy who started off as a mutt is well on his way to being a- well... you know~.
Adam stood to his new, full height, and rolled his shoulder.
Adam smirked: A god~?
Gabriel chuckled and tucked his hand under his chin, looking up at Adam through his pale, golden eyelashes.
Gabriel: I didn't want to say... that's kind of a big no-no around here. Calling another being a god. But... you didn't hear it from me~.
Adam: Fuck... I had no idea my power was being taken... it feels so fucking good to be back.
Gabriel: Oh, I would imagine! Now, I apologise for injuring your family, but I needed to speak with you without any interference!
Lucifer gasped as with a flick of his wrist, Gabriel lifted him from the ground, and Charlie floated over, coming back into consciousness.
Adam smiled as his husband: So, this is over?
Gabriel laughed: Oh, no, no! My dear boy! This is, unfortunately... only the start. I can only contain the other archangels and council for so long. But they will come for you again... they have a plan with you. But don't ask me what. It's top secret, amd even I'm being kept out of loop.
Lucifer and Adam glanced at each other. They couldn't fathom what Heaven was planning, but they didn't want to be caught off guard.
Lucifer: Looks like we're still in a fight for our lives.
Adam: Seems like it, babe.
I miss our God!Adam Au
Sequel 👀
In Canada Eh! Lmao
CANADA FOREVER
Yes plsss! I miss our stupid, power-hungry boy 😫😫
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seireitonin · 2 days ago
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Introducing my Creepypasta OC :3
She’s been on my mind for about 2 years! I just never talked about her bc I didn’t know where to start! Also I didn’t have anyone to draw her so I didn’t know how to properly introduce her! I was not about to use AI art😭 so I had to use an avatar app to give people an idea on how she looks! So it might be a bit inconsistent but I’ll explain it as best as I can! Anyway onto the fun yapping
Welcome to the Creepypasta Fabdom: Sebastia!!!!
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Name: Sebastia
Age: 27
Race: Black
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Gender: female
Height: 5’6
Eye color: brown(normal form) red(monster form)
Hair color: black (although she does enjoy adding different colored highlights)
Hair length: 26 inches, straightened has emo hair fringe going to the left
Her arms and legs are permanently black but the black stops at her knees and elbows and fades into her normal dark brown skin color.
Wears her normal emo fashion, she wants to pretend to be normal as much as possible
She kept her piercings, snake bites with spikes, a septum ring with spikes instead of balls, small spiked nostril piercings on each nostril
What’s she like? How’d she get this way?
She has an extremely anxious personality and a distrust of men
A man she met and was head over heels for betrayed her and took her to a lab as a test subject
She was so in love with him, she ignored all the red flags that came with him
All she cared about was him, putting her own safety to the side to be with him
He manipulated her into being part of something called the “God project”
Where she was tested on to be “made in gods image”
Whatever her captors thought “god” looked like they tried to turn her into
The pseudo scientists made something call “miracle cells” because they thought they were doing “gods work”
She was injected with those daily, causing a painful transformation
An ex-ray of her body shows that’s the “miracle cells” formed a new life inside her body and is embedded in her
The cells built themselves up in her body, taking the form of multiple mouths, that burst out of her scalp when threatened, causing her to loose a lot of blood, causing it look leak down her face. Every single time.
It’s painful every time she needs to fight
The cells are now a sentient being in her that she’s stuck with. It talks to her and protects her.
But it will say and do anything to keep Sebastia/ itself safe. Even if it has to manipulate her or lie to her. So sometimes it’s hard for her to think for herself or clearly
The form where the being forces itself out of her scalp is dubbed her “miracle form”
It also makes her eyes turn red, and forces sharp teeth to grow out of her cheeks along with 2 extra mouths on each side of her face. The teeth in her mouth are also sharp and her tongue turns grey. All while bleeding heavily from the head
When Sebastia speaks in this form it’s like multiple voices speaking along side her own
Since the being is made of “miracle cells” she’s called the being inside her Miracle
Sebastia doesn’t know exactly what Miracle is she killed all her captors brutally before she could find answers
She didn’t want to be turned any farther
Miracle told her to do it so she wouldn’t find out what it really is. So no one knows what Miracle truly is or why it’s choosing to help Sebastia.
It’s it a demon? A recreation of one? A recreation of god? Who knows?
Sebastia has no idea what Miracle is supposed to look like she can only guess through the changes in her own physical appearance such as the teeth and eyes and the black tendril like mouths but other than that she has no idea
No one does
Sebastia was kept in that lab for 6 months
But she didn’t want to go back to her normal life
Not like this
So she roamed in the forest, surviving off the food in abandoned campsites and cabins and sleeping there too
She one day hopes to go back to her normal life but she’s not sure if she ever can
What the tests and “scientists” did to her causes her pain and torment every day, especially because she had no one but Miracle itself to talk to and that’s a literal sentient piece of her trauma
Her autonomy is gone and she doesn’t fully recognize herself
So she clings to things she loved when she was normal
Such as emo fashion, video games, music, makeup etc
But it brings back memories of her friends, family and normal life so it’s painful for her
She has nightmares about being back in the lab
She hates herself for letting herself be manipulated by a man she loved and feels stupid for trusting him
Kinda blames herself for all of this
How does Sebastia fight?
Sebastia hates fighting and will only do it if she thinks it’s necessary. Mainly because she wants to be as normal as possible and because it’s a painful transformation to go through when the tendril like mouths burst out of her scalp
The “ tounges” of the mouths are pieces on her brain so it’s even harder for her to think clearly when her mind is literally being scrambled
When not fighting her brain is normal for the most part. Like all the pieces are in place
Miracle fights for/ with her by wrapping around people and squeezing them to death, biting/ eating people, holding people by their arms or legs so Sebastia can hurt them with any weapon she has on hand, slamming its tendrils into people sending them flying, hitting people multiple times by becoming smaller and sometimes just straight up throwing people
Miracle also defends her by blocking attacks and shielding Sebastia. It can’t be hurt by normal weapons but Sebastias body can.
So it blocks and defends her. Last resort it’ll retreat back inside her and act as a shield from inside of her so she can’t be pierced through completely. Only her skin.
If Sebastia is hurt, Miracle will heal her by using its mouths to keep the wound closed and heal over itself
Like weird stitches almost
But it’s really painful for Sebastia
Miracle can lift Sebastia high into the air by opening its mouths from her head putting its self to the ground and stretching upwards
Sebastia can move around like this too so sometimes she doesn’t even have to use her own legs
If she has a gun or a ranged weapon shell shoot at people from above
She loves guns especially if she customizes them to go with her outfits
But she also uses a scythe when shes melee fighting
The scythe comes apart to be a whip too(she’s had nothing but time to work on these things and she’s paranoid that people might be looking for her too)
There are no limits to how many mouths can come out of her head
When the mouths are out of her head her long black hair gets soaked with blood, so she constantly has to wash it and she hates it
The more control Sebastia gives Miracle, the more her appearance changes
If she gives more control her eyes go white to match Miracles instead of the normal red when she’s mostly in control
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The mouths of Miracle can also grow and shrink depending on the situation example:
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Another form she has is when she lets Miracle have complete control but that’s a last resort. She doesn’t fully know if she can come back from it
Her skin turns all black the she grows mouths on her physical body too, not just coming out of her head
She also can’t think for herself at all as miracle will just control her
So she refuses to go into that form even though it’s her strongest one
Relationships with the other Creepypastas?
Doesn’t trust men so she doesn’t like any of the men at first and won’t even let them touch her or be alone in a room with them
Sebastia is sweet and doesn’t want to hate anyone but she feels as if she has no choice and it’s the only way to keep herself safe
She’s also really jumpy and anxious
But when she’s calm around you she’s goofy and kind. It’s not her goal to be mean even if she feels like she has to come off that way
Toby- she really doesn’t like him at first and even tries to kill him (mainly because Miracle manipulated her into thinking he was trying to kill her when they first met) but after months and months she understands that not trying to hurt her even though Toby’s kinda mean. Sebastia learns that he loves his mother and sister and is kinder to women so she starts to trust him they even start hanging out one on one which is a huge step for her. Toby’s odd, rude and cruel humor mixes weirdly well with her goofiness since she likes to laugh. So Toby tries his best to make her laugh with stupid stuff. It inflates his ego. Maybe one day she’ll be able to give Toby a hug. (She’s in love with him but is still scared to be touched by men. Also embarrassed to like a man at all. Also the whole monster inside her thing makes it hard to have a relationship with anyone)
Eyeless Jack: they actually get along really well! You know with the whole “monster inside you and now your normal life is ruined and taken from you” Sebastia is always trying to find a way to be normal again and is always asking for EJs help since she relates to him. But it’s hard since she doesn’t want to be touched yet and he can’t really run tests on her or even do checkups. Sebastia hopes that soon she’ll let herself be touched so they can figure out if either of them can be semi normal again. He’s one of the few men Sebastia actually trusts. He has calm energy ironically.
Jane: Sebastia loves Jane. And I mean LOVES. She basically was head over heels for Jane the first time she saw her. Also the first point of physical skin on skin contact she’s had in months. Jane was one of the first people Sebastia clung to because she was so nice to her. (Also female) she’s in love with Jane but will never confess to that. They especially relate to each other because their lives were ruined/ changed because of a man. Jane came with her anytime she had to be around one of the guys so Sebastia wouldn’t be alone. Spent lots of time together. It feels so nice to have a friend she can relax completely around. And she doesn’t want to lose that so she keeps her feelings for Jane to herself.
Nina: Sebastia hates Nina a first. Like a lot. She found Nina’s weird obsession over Jeff ridiculous and degrading. Sebastia hated how Nina centered Jeff in her life. It’s mainly because Sebastia saw herself in Nina. And she was ashamed of it. After months of screaming and fighting with each other, Sebastia finally comes to terms with the fact she’s being a huge hypocrite and apologizes. Nina tells her why she is the way she is with Jeff and how he manipulated her and ruined her life like he did with Jane. She just can’t seem to get over him or give him up despite how bad she wants to. They end up becoming friends too. Especially over emo stuff. Feels so nice to have a friend to go to concerts with. Sebastia also has romantic feelings for Nina too. (Sebastia will fall in love and cling to almost anyone who’s nice to her, but women especially. It’s always been a huge problem for her)
Jeff: hates him. He ruined Jane and Nina’s lives. Thinks he’s egocentric and narcissistic and not in a charming way like Toby. She doesn’t actively try to fight him or antagonize him, but she tries to avoid him as much as possible. She tries to hide it as best as she can, but I’m sure Jeff knows and messes with her causing her to violently lash out at him.
Sally: loves her like she would a little sister and will protect her at all costs. Especially because Sebastia had wanted kids before her life went this way. Sally and her both don’t trust men, except for the ones they both know.
BEN: indifferent to him but nice. Mainly because she doesn’t exactly understand what Ben is? So she’s just nice to him and doesn’t ask many questions. Fun to play video games with and be a nerd with though, even though he kinda creeps her out. But he hasn’t done anything to her so why antagonize him? Especially because she literally doesn’t know what he is or how she’d fight him.
Laughing Jack: Tries to understand him. But is still unsettled by his presence. He’s loud and weird and really creepy in a way only LJ can be. But he does make her laugh, so there’s that. She will never ever want to be alone in a room with him, not because he’d do anything weird to her, but because he’s a lot to handle and again she’s unsettled by him, even though she wants to like him. Their relationship is weird. Sebastia hopes they can be better friends. But his happy energy feels so fake and disingenuous that it’s damn near impossible to trust him.
Jason the toymaker: hates him. Literally takes women and turns them into his personal toys. Could never like someone like that.
Candy Pop: hates him. Sees women as objects and once again, can’t really like someone like that. Maybe if she found out that candy pop was once in love with a woman and is possessed by a monster like she is she’ll come around. Big maybe though
Puppeteer: doesn’t like him. Mainly because of how he treats Erma.
Slenderman: She literally can’t even comprehend what he is? So she just takes Toby’s word for it that he keeps them safe as long as they do what he says.
Masky: doesn’t know him that well, but no ill will towards him. But she’s not gonna go out of her way to be friends with him so she’s just surface level nice to him. Also Sebastia hates the smell of cigarette smoke so she’d rather not be around him
Hoodie: they’ve never spoke. Only knows a bit about him from Toby. So she has no feelings towards him
Clockwork: she likes her. Not as close with her as she is with Nina and Jane but they’re cool. Feels awkward around clockwork because Sebastia has a crush on Toby but she knows they’re exs. Also Sebastia feels jealous and Miracle literally encourages her to be jealous. Sebastia is at least aware enough to recognize it’s ridiculous to be jealous. Sebastia also over thinks a lot: if her and Toby hypothetically got together would clockwork hate her? It makes her sick to think about because she doesn’t want to hurt Clockworks feelings. She shoves the jealousy away and is nice to Clockwork regardless. Especially because they both have bad history with men, they both respect each other and check on each other. Sebastia thinks Clockwork is so pretty.
Kate: Sebastia and Kate have a surface level friendship and get along just fine. She likes Kate’s mask a lot!
Bloody Painter: Sebastia thinks his art is cool. Since BP is quiet, they don’t talk much. But when they do, their conversations are short and sweet. But Sebastia knows he’s dangerous despite how quiet and soft spoken he is. But she respects how he’s not rude and keeps to himself.
Random facts about Sebastia
Loves sweet foods the most
Her favorite desserts are sugar cookies with frosting, really good chocolate chip cookies, vanilla cake and ice cream
Her favorite food is sushi. A close second is seafood boils. She likes to eat messy with her hands sometimes. Third would be bira ramen
Her favorite color is dark blue, especially if it’s along side a dark purple, so you’ll see those colors in her outfits and hair. Opposite to that she likes red and hot pink. But she wears a lot of black along side all those colors
She’s scared of the dark and spiders(despite her kinda looking like one sometimes with all those mouths going everywhere when they’re holding her up on something)
Her arms and legs are permanently black no matter what form she’s in but she covers them with wrapping bandages or accessories.
They fade into her normal skin tone at the elbows and knees but she thinks it looks kinda cool
Sometimes will leave her fingers exposed especially if she paints her nails
Wants to go back to her normal life after she gets everything under control, but if she can’t she enjoys being here with everyone so that’s a good thing
Another branch of scientists are after her but she’s hidden pretty well and can fight them if necessary
Sometimes wonders what Miracle is supposed to actually look like, she can’t comprehend it if she tried
She’s happy she can somewhat blend in with humans with her normal looking form. She enjoys still being able to do the things she liked before
Wanted a family and kids before this all happened but Sally is good practice, even though Sally is technically older than her and more mature than your average child
Has to carry around sweets with her so in case she fights and looses blood, she doesn’t loose consciousness
It’s kinda funny to see her fighting then have to whip out a cupcake and eat it
Miracle can keep fighting even if Sebastia is unconscious, it’s kinda creepy to see a limp body have mouths coming out of it and fighting especially with the blood everywhere
Sebastia loves to eat, especially because she couldn’t eat what she wanted in the lab
Loves sweet smelling perfumes
Her birthday is July 14th
Loves being warm so she loves summer
Miracles mouths and the ones that come out of Sebastias head look like this (minus the sword) and many mouths can come out of Sibastias head as needed at once
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Sebastia doesn’t know if Miracle likes being called “Miracle” and she’s scared to ask (what if it wants to be called something weird?!)
Sebastia has snake bites, a septum and nostril piercings, all of them with spiked jewelry
She wants more and might let Nina do them!
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That’s all I got for now!! Here’s a doodle someone made for me on discord! Thank you sm!!!
If you read all this, thank you!! I really appreciate it! I love Sebastia sm and I really wanted to talk about her :3 I’m honestly surprised it took this long and I hope you guys enjoy her too:3 this was my first time making a Creepypasta OC ironically. At least one where I thought out a whole story for them. Here’s a Sebiastia mood board to finish:3
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ruruvxz · 2 days ago
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Keeping it quiet 'til I hit back — California
The Woman Who Left Too Soon; Lara Raj, the lead singer and coveted music producer for Katseye, has never felt the need for useless romance. Don't get her wrong— she loves a good chummy romance, but it was never really for her. That could partly be blamed on her past lover, who abruptly left her just to become some indie artist, but then again, the tides change, and so do the people. And what the— she's famous now, she's unstoppable, she can pull anyone, so why the hell is the woman who left her in the dust, pretending to be all buddy-buddy with her.
PROFILES∿ nightmare blunt rotation > KATSEYE
#masterlist, #payroll advocates
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LARA RAJ ❀ lararajj & larahatesbabies
“Said I had the prettiest eyes, you’ve ever seen.” Lara has always known who she was since birth, a beautiful singer, and an even more beautiful person, despite her intimidating exterior, she’s such a kind soul. She’s the sweetest person to everyone, although has trouble being in relationships due to her previous rocky one with another musician. Y/n L/n left her high and dry without a word, though, she avoids talking about it completely and tries her best not to contact her due to her issues. Although one thing can be noted, she has never told anyone the name or who her evil ex actually was, just the terrible stories that came with it.
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MERET MANON ❀ meretmanon & bluntmanz
“She’s a catch, but so am I.” The only girl who doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut, constantly getting in trouble for slipping updates and upcoming projects the girls are doing. Manon is very genuine though, she hates liars, absolutely adores her members, and will always defend them. Despite that she doesnt know about Y/n, and only knows of an evil girl Lara used to date. She thinks y/n would be perfect for a blunt rotation though. She met Lara during Dream Academy and connected through the fact that both girls had been chosen and hadn’t auditioned like the rest. The both of them are so close, in fact, they even go to family parties together with Megan and Lara’s sister.
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SOPHIA LAFORTEZA ❀ sophialaforteza & sophiathefirst
“Guess sometimes you learn to forget.” The mother of the group. As someone who Lara confides with the most for relationship advice, Sophia knows all about you, in a strange way, always finding another reason to dislike you every day. Despite that, she remains civil and enjoys your music (mainly because she doesn’t know it’s you). Her heart is in the right place, Sophia and Lara had a shared love for musical arts, and often went to musicals and plays together, even having their little group filled with other theater geeks.
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DANIELA AVANZINI ❀ danielaavanzini & opiummdani
“You had to make it obvious.” Lara’s biggest opp I’m afraid, it’s all in lighthearted fun, but y/n was unironically one of her celebrity crushes so she’d sometimes go on and on, not knowing the true extent of her behavior. She means nothing bad by it, but on multiple occasions, Lara has blocked her, even during events the redhead is side-eyeing Daniela whenever she brings you up. Even then, Daniela and Lara had an inseparable bond, through their love for dance and Playboi Carti, the both of them make a lethal duo. Daniela would often barge into Lara’s room begging to go to Erewhon together or to do another dance trend for the Eyekons.
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MEGAN MEIYOK SKIENDIEL ❀ meganskiendel & mamanmegan
“I wanted to see the world in color, through your eyes.” Lara’s roommate and number one victim of her constant yapping and ranting knows Lara like an open book and is undoubtedly the closest one to her. This leads her to being the only person, other than Lara’s sister, who knows who you truly are. Despite the fact, that she adores Y/n more as a musician than a person, teasing Lara at the fact Megan owns Y/n’s poster and hangs it on the walls of their shared bedroom. She is quite literally Lara’s little sister she never had, she invites Lara to family events and vice versa. She never goes anywhere without Lara, often begging her to come with her to do minuscule tasks, like getting a lighter for the deli a jogging away, she has to bring Lara with her.
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YOONCHAE JEUNG ❀ y0pn_cha3 & yooninurwalls
“And the walls painted white, they tell me all their secrets.” Even though everyone knows about her sassy attitude, Yoonchae is regarded to be one of the innocent members. Although no one knows she’s friends with Y/n and her little crew, since she’s often kept to herself, and no one asks about it. Despite being in both groups, she has no clue that you and Lara where ever in a situation together, and completely blocks out all her member’s love lives. She is Lara’s baby, her child, her toddler, even when Yoonchae’s tired and sleepy, Lara would always lend her a shoulder to sleep on. And when Lara’s tired, she still tries her best to entertain Yoonchae despite how exhausted she is.
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terioncalling · 22 hours ago
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Grieving (But Not)
Just a small DAV story thought from a post I previously reblogged about needing to grieve and not knowing why. More with Ambrose. Will probably change some later when I fully flesh all his plotlines out but plot bunny hit and needed to scribble.
He stayed mostly back after he spoke with Neve at the Wall of Light. There was something...weird...about it.
Then again, maybe it was just the almost constant skin-crawling presence of blight and darkspawn that he kept randomly picking up in Minrathous these days. Or maybe it was just whatever it was on a stick that they had grabbed for lunch.
Ambrose caught sight of the Viper coming up the stairs and nodded to him, grinding his teeth together slightly. The blight was only growing stronger in the man, and every instinct trained into him by the Wardens said to remove the blight. But he didn't because Viper had risked too much and fought too hard to die before his work was done. If he wanted help, Ambrose was willing to give it and the man knew it.
His eyes drifted back towards Neve at the Wall and Ambrose frowned. There it was again. That...tightness...in his chest and behind his eyes. Like he wanted to cry, but why would he? Sure, things were rough but they were making progress.
After the life he had lived, so long as he was alive and moving he counted it as a good day.
So...why did he feel like this?
"Pretty," Harding commented as she came to settle beside him. As Ambrose smiled down at her, she asked, "How do the Wardens remember the fallen?"
"Oh." He frowned and then replied, "Usually, only the big names get put up in places. Those who killed the Archdemons during their Blights and all that. But there's always records in each outpost, and copies of those get sent to Weisshaupt for the full records." Ambrose then paused and looked at the Wall again, adding, "The Marcher Wardens that I Joined under, they had a memorial wall sort of like this in their outpost and that was nice."
"And you?" He looked down curiously at her question and there was something oddly...earnest...about Harding’s expression. "How do you remember those you've lost, Rook?"
"I keep a journal," he replied, feeling a little confused. "Name. How I knew them. Some little tidbit about them, usually a funny one. It's back at the Lighthouse in my room."
Ambrose then frowned and asked, "Lace?"
"Yeah, Rook?"
"Do you ever feel like you should be sad but aren't sure why?"
Harding's head whipped towards him out of the corner of his eye and he startled. "You alright?"
"Y-yeah. And I...no, I can't say that I have."
"Hmm," Ambrose mused aloud, frowning at the Wall of Light as Neve moved towards them. "Guess it's just me then." He then clapped his hands together, grinning as he pushed the weird sensation to the back of his mind, and said, "Well then, ladies, shall we go kick the shit out of some Venatori bastards or what?"
Later, in the Lighthouse, Harding would slip into Rook’s room and find that journal he spoke of lying out on a side table. It was full of names of Wardens mostly but there were other names, some with notations next to them of how they had died. People that he hadn't managed to save.
What she realized with mounting horror as she flipped to the last filled in pages, was that what she had been slowly becoming more and more afraid of was true.
Varric's name was missing from Rook's journal.
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meowtalhead · 1 year ago
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BEHOLD my new oc
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Her name is Barry
She's a cat made of darkness and the concept of heavy metal with whiskers, tail, and claws made of fire (the fire doesn't burn things if she doesn't want it to, it's just really warm, and also red because that's a badass color)
She lives in a dimension of rock and roll, and emerges into this world through portals that exist within pyro at concerts to kick ass in the pit. She's like the guardian of the pit, she keeps people safe in there
She usually only reveals herself to one or a few people at a time, the rest are left with a vague, blurry, dream-like memory of another... human? whose features they can barely recall
If you leave your guitar case open she will sleep in it. She is way too big to fit. But that will not stop her. She's also going to eat all the snacks you have in your tour bus
If she likes a band she reaches into the musical currents of the universe and pulls out vinyl copies of their entire discography to add to her collection. She can do this even if the music in question wasn't released on vinyl, or was never even recorded in the first place
Purr sounds like a bass riff (think the second half of the breakdown in body bag by beartooth), meows sound like a guitar, hiss sounds like a combination of distortion and a cymbal crash, etc.
Very soft fur, but when you look at it from the right angle it's actually a swirling shadowy void full of glowing red sparks which are the manifestations of songs artists put their whole heart into
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vampirepuppygirl · 8 months ago
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You know, I grew up catholic and never experienced catholic guilt, and it still kind of confuses me
When I went to mass, the readings and the gospel were always just life lessons or stories to make you think, and what it wanted you to think about was usually humility and piety and loyalty and faith and stuff like that
Faith formation was mostly about learning the history of the church and important stories that you should remember, plus prayer memorization
I don't ever actually remember a time where they were specifically like "you must feel guilty about this" or "everyone by default deserves to go to hell and you must constantly prostrate before god to be deemed worthy"
It was "everyone sins and everyone drifts away from god and that's okay because he will never abandon you"
It was "Jesus died for your sins. To liberate you from them so you're no longer beholden to the old way, so you're no longer beholden to original sin, so you can have a clean slate without ceaseless penance"
The sin forgiveness cycle that Catholics kind of get pulled into was always described to me as a liberating cycle. It gives you the freedom to sin and the freedom to make mistakes as you bumble through the blind chaos of life without worrying about perfection or damnation
Even when I went to confession it wasn't just a blanket "don't do it again" it was "think about why that is a sin and let that experience teach you something."
If I know anything about catholics it's that they love rules and they love the pursuit of knowledge, I once had a very long conversation with a priest about why a certain rule was a rule and why a certain sin was a sin and it was a lot more complicated than just "god said so," even if I can't remember the specifics anymore
I don't know, maybe it was my specific diocese or I've just been around a lot of liberal priests or something, but I even had someone tell me basically word for word "As long as you follow the ten commandments and use the seven virtues as a framework to guide you, you're set. Use confession to scrub away the sins you can't avoid and that's it. Nobody is without sin so just do your best and that's all anyone can ask of you."
Primarily, what growing up catholic taught me was just the importance of love
Love your family, love your neighbor, love a stranger, love the Earth, love nature, and fundamentally love yourself. And forgive yourself. And be patient with yourself. Because I was taught that everyone sins and that's okay.
And that's okay.
I was taught that seeking absolution and forgiveness is meant to steer you in the right direction, yes for the ultimate goal of heaven, which was defined to me as Oneness with God. And hell was defined to me not as a multi-tiered demon filled demiplane of fire and brimstone and ice, but simply the state of separation from god.
But it wasn't just about salvation it was also about making the Earth we live in now a better place and they are rules specifically to facilitate good communication and good relationships with other people and yourself, and obviously God (but whatever.) It was always basically let God absolve you of your guilt but don't force yourself to feel guilty if you make a mistake.
I don't really consider myself catholic anymore, mostly because of other people, catholics and protestants who use their religion as a tool to spread hateful rhetoric and become their own personal left hand of God, instead of using their religion to spread love and patience and understanding and forgiveness and tolerance and all of the things that they actually fucking preach. Why y'all throwing stones huh? Y'all ain't without sin. Literally nobody is. That's the point.
But I like what I was taught. I use what I was taught a lot. Technically even if I don't consider myself catholic I still am. I have been confirmed, I could waltz right into a catholic church confess my sins and my doubts and have a long conversation with a priest and boom blank slate once more. There would be penance hoops I would have to jump through but that's literally what happens with every confession, so still
But that's always what confused me about Catholic guilt like
What were you taught?
#lila speaks#Catholicism#and I was never really taught to police my thoughts either#like jealousy and stuff were taught as bad but the emphasis was on action and intent#which may have mostly been my parents and the area I grew up in#my personal beliefs about the universe have shifted as I'm grown up so I don't think I'll ever actually be returning to the Catholic church#maybe I wasn't paying attention for that I guess?#but faith was always taught to me as like#trust god to guide you and trust him to forgive you#and trust him to not get mad over every little thing you do#I dunno I'm not even catholic anymore so what do I know#I just think punishing yourself is ridiculous#I'm reminded of the story about that wealthy man's son though I can't remember his name#where one son goes off to do whatever and completely forge his own path and basically abandoned the family#and the other son works hard every single day supporting the family working the farm etc etc etc#and then the other son comes home and the father is immediately like slaughter the fatty calf we are going to have a party#my son has returned and I am through the Moon#he didn't care that his son left and disappeared#he cared that he came back#I always took that as a story about God's relationship with Christians#do what you need to do to live your life and leave if you must#and then celebrate when you return#that was always the message I was given#and then there was the other story about the other son getting jealous because he put all this work in for the father#but he didn't get his own party so he was mad because he felt like he didn't get the recognition he deserved#but it wasn't really about him because he was always there#anyway my opinions about the universe and how it works has shifted as I have gotten older#and I'm not big on religious obligations so I've forged my own spiritual path that is distinctly and notably heretical#but my roots are Catholic and it still affects the way I interact with the world and in some ways I am grateful#but I've moved on
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