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butvega · 1 year ago

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UM EX TA-LA-RI-CO

"Eu só não imaginei que o leite fosse parar no lugar errado."

notas. primeiro bônus do nosso nenê. primeiro de três, só pra mostrar alguns slices of life, e desenrolares da história.

Distraída, você mexia em seu celular durante o caminho de sua casa, até a casa de Jaemin. Seria um almoço de família naquele verão escaldante, frutos do mar, uma ótima pedida.

Sua boca salivava só de imaginar a enorme lagosta que provavelmente teria estirada naquela mesa beirando a piscina. Você mantinha uma saída de praia branca com babados, o biquini por baixo e um óculos escuro tapando seus olhos do sol.

Já Jaemin, que havia saído de casa apenas para lhe buscar, estava sem camisa, apenas com um short, boné para trás e um óculos escuro que custava um rim e meio. Batucava no volante escutando uma música qualquer na rádio, mas você ao menos prestava atenção. Estava tensa; almoço de família queria dizer que muito provavelmente Jeno estaria lá. No mais, ele não era o maior de seus problemas, e sim a mãe dele. Sua ex sogra, e irmã de sua atual sogra. Nem mesmo a mão de Jaemin acariciando sua coxa era capaz de te acalmar.

Não demoraram muito, Jaemin faz basicamente vinte minutinhos de seu prédio no Jardim Oceânico, até o próprio condomínio. O calor fora do carro estava insuportável. Mesmo que a mesa estivesse posta na sombra, ao lado da piscina, sua cabeça latejava. Sentia seu corpo fraco como se sua pressão estivesse prestes a baixar.

— Oi, minha norinha. — GaHee a abraça, dando um beijinho em sua bochecha. Você a amassa entre seus braços, e faz questão de sentar ao seu lado.

— Boa tarde, boa tarde. — você diz à todos presentes. Eram os pais de Jaemin, Jeno, os pais de Jeno, e um casal de amigos que soube ser investidores da empresa da família.

— E a faculdade de vocês? Como 'tá? — Jaqueline, a amiga da família pergunta a você e Jaemin.

— 'Tô por volta de terminar, graças a Deus. — Jaemin sorri tascando um camarão na boca. — Ela 'tá estudando demais, né Mari? Daqui a pouco termina também. — ele acaricia sua mão, que está sob a mesa.

— Nunca pensei que veria o Jaemin terminar a faculdade. — MyongHee soa ácida, não faz questão de olhar para o casal. Uma risada debochada ecoa pela boca venenosa dela. Jaemin apenas revira os olhos, não consegue entender como sua tia pode ser tão bruxa.

— Mãe... — Jeno é repreensivo. Está literalmente cansado de brigas, e comentários inconvenientes.

— Ué, meu filho. 'Tô mentindo? — ela tenta rir mais para quebrar o clima. Não consegue. GaHee já a olha torto, comendo uma garfada para não ter que ser grosseira com a irmã. — E me admira você defender seu primo depois que ele roubou sua namoradinha. Mas também, não perdeu grande coisa.

O almoço quase para completamente em sua garganta. Você encara imediatamente MyongHee, desacreditada. Não levou fé de que ela seria capaz de dizer atrocidades deste tipo no primeiro almoço de família onde todos estavam reunidos. Jaemin aperta sua mão sobre a mesa, e se levanta ao mesmo tempo que Jeno. O pai de Jeno nada diz, só revira os olhos tão cansado quanto o filho, dos comentários maldosos da esposa.

— Tia, eu respeito a senhora, mas não vou te deixar falar desse jeito de Mariana, ainda mais dentro da minha casa.

— Omma! Isso já 'tá passando dos limites! — Jeno diz vermelho, uma mistura de vergonha e raiva. Por que sua mãe não poderia ser como sua tia GaHee?

— MyongHee, eu vou ter que pedir que você se retire. Dentro da minha casa você não vai falar assim da minha nora. — GaHee diz séria como nunca antes visto.

MyongHee ri em escárnio, você ainda permanece zonza, a pele empalecendo a medida em que seus olhos querem fechar. O diálogo seguinte entra em seus ouvidos como apenas um zunido, os rostos dos presentes à mesa viram borrões. Jaemin só entende o que está acontecendo quando seu corpo amolece sob o dele. Você desmaia, e talvez, naquele momento, fosse mesmo a melhor saída. O resto da confusão passa despercebida por ti, que está no colo do namorado, sendo carregada para dentro de casa.

Você acorda alguns minutos depois, está no quarto de Jaemin com as pernas elevadas em cima de travesseiros, e com o ar condicionado ligado no máximo. Jaemin está ao seu lado, acaricia seu rosto devagar com o polegar. O olhar extremamente assustado, e preocupado aquece seu coração.

— Ô, gatinha... Se eu soubesse que a tia ia fazer uma palhaçada dessas eu falava 'pra Omma nem chamar ela. Você 'tá se sentindo melhor, bebê? — acaricia seu rosto, dando um beijo molhadinho em sua bochecha.

— 'Tô, Nana. Acho que foi só uma queda de pressão mesmo, hoje já 'tá tão quente, ainda juntou aquela discussão... Devo ter tido uma crise de ansiedade junto, sei lá. — murmura baixinho mexendo nos dedos de Jaemin.

— Quer tomar um banho geladinho? Eu vou com você. Depois eu pego alguma coisa pra você comer, só pra forrar o seu estômago. Peço 'pra Verinha fazer um prato 'pra você.

— Pode ser.

Jaemin te leva até o chuveiro, apoiando-a em seus braços, já que ainda se sentia bastante fraca, e zonza. Toma um banho casto, e demorado contigo. Lava seus cabelos com a água geladinha, passa a esponja em suas costas e pescoço. Tudo devagar e com carinho, esfoleando sua pele, dando beijos em suas costas nuas, te abraçando a todo momento.

— Era 'pra você ter visto o barraco. Minha mãe expulsando a tia MyongHee, o tio Doyo com vergonha dela, o Neno puto da vida... Meu pai que me ajudou a te acudir. Ele entrou em pânico, catou um pano de prato lá na cozinha pra te abanar, sendo que era só ter ligado o ventilador, né. — ele sorri bobinho, e você ri fraco escondendo a cabeça no peitoral nu e cheiroso dele.

— Que vergonha, Nana... — resmunga derrotada.

— Não, não diz isso. Somos sua família também, e vamos sempre te defender. A tia foi muito escrota, sério. Minha mãe ficou muito preocupada, ela te ama. — ele acaricia seus cabelos molhados. Você gosta do carinho que recebe.

— Eu também amo elazinha, viu? E amo você também.

Pós banho Jaemin te dá uma camisa dele, e marcha até a cozinha de sua casa para buscar algumas frutas, e suco. Você recebe no quarto uma visita de sua sogra, e passa a tarde sendo mimada por seu namorado.

Infelizmente aquela fora a primeira de várias vezes onde você passou mal. Quedas de pressão súbitas, enjoos, e a vez em que Jaemin te levou para comer lagosta, porque sabia que você amava, e você correu para o banheiro para colocar tudo para fora assim que viu o fruto do mar.

Havia emagrecido dois quilos, apenas por não conseguir comer nada. Tudo lhe enjoava — tirando tangerina, que era a única coisa possível de se ingerir. Jaemin já estava preocupado, em prantos. Culpava até o sistema de abastecimento de água da cidade. Achava que você podia ter pegado uma virose bastante forte.

Sua mãe, por outro lado, tentava enganar a si própria, mas já sabia o que provavelmente estava acontecendo ali. Seios sensíveis demais, sonecas longas durante a tarde, cansaço fora do normal, os enjoos... Foi por isso que quando Jaemin insistiu que vocês fossem no médico fazer uma bateria de exames, ela concordou de imediato.

— Vai, Mariana. Vai no médico com ele. Você não 'tá comendo nada. Já era pra ter ido faz tempo. Mamãe vai ficar mais tranquila quando você descobrir o que você tem. Fala com seu pai, vê se tem encaixe 'pra hoje.

E foram. Seu nervosismo piorava o enjoo, odiava hospitais, era o local que seu pai passava a maior parte do tempo, mas era necessário. Você já estava fraquinha, pálida, e não queria emagrecer mais. Fez exame de sangue, exame de toque abdominal, raio X, e até mesmo exame de fezes lhe foi pedido. Tudo normal. Sem alterações preocupantes. Realmente não havia nada errado em seu intestino. Hipocondríaco que era, Jaemin já entrou em pânico pensando em mil e uma possibilidades; pediria uma ressonância e uma tomografia se fosse possível, até que o médico sugeriu um último exame.

— Vou te pedir 'pra você ir na sala H, fazer um beta, ok? Entrega esse papel 'pra enfermeira que ela vai te auxiliar.

Seu sangue gela. Jaemin permanece tranquilo, não faz ideia do que seja um "beta", não se aprende isso na faculdade de Direito, mas você, ao contrário dele, sabe muito bem o que aquilo queria dizer. Você usava Diu há anos, mas também não se encontrava com sua ginecologista há mais de um ano para fazer uma análise periódica. Sua respiração descompassa à medida que caminha para a tal sala, com Jaemin atrás de si. Lembra de todas as vezes que havia se relacionado com Jaemin sem preservativo algum, e do novo hobbie dele que consistia em deixá-la "cheinha" de leite — mais tardar descobriria que havia te deixado cheinha de leite sim, mas não no lugar que imaginava.

Aguarda. Minutos, uma hora, duas horas, enquanto toma soro afim de ficar um pouco mais disposta e nutrida. O resultado sai. E desta vez não é você quem desmaia, e sim Jaemin quando recebe a notícia do médico que os encara feliz.

— Parabéns, vocês serão papais.

#ta la ri co!#talarico #jaemin pt br #jaemin #jaemin na #jaemin talarico #nct #nct dream

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palaceofpassion · 1 year ago

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Only Hunters Ch.1

//What's this? An ACTUAL DAMNED CHAPTER?! Yep! This is the official first chapter for ONly hunters! I'll be posting it on Ao3 when I make the pictures I went to set up for it.

But you guys get a first look.

“So I’m set up?”

“That’s right.”

“Awesome! Thanks Ren!”

“Anytime Jaune.”

An awkward pause followed the brief conversation between the only two boys within team JNPR. The taller blonde shifted listlessly as he tried not to make direct eye contact with his shorter, more feminine compatriot.

Something that Lie Ren picked up and decided to pounce on. “Still nervous about your debut?”

“Ah… haha, yeah… that's easy to tell?” Jaune Arc, young inexperienced leader of Team JNPR, bellowed while scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “I just… I don’t think anyones going to watch, and I already have a small enough ego as it is, so I doubt it’ll do me any good to be boo’d offline. And what if someone finds out it’s me?”

The look Lie gave him was enough to cause him to stumble slightly, “Really Jaune?” HIs usually taciturn friend shifted closer, a coy smile curling his lips. It was an odd sensation to be approached so… salaciously by Ren. Especially considering how muted he was… but when Jaune asked him to help him with his Only Hunter’s account, Ren had jumped at the chance and well… Jaune had seen a whole new side of him.

Well he’d seen another side of him a while back, when he was helping him move things around, and found out what his channel name was.

Heat washed over his face as Ren pulled close, his svelte figure clinging towards Jaune’s broader chest. “You’ve watched me a few times, haven’t you?”

He nodded vigorously and trepidly, “Ye…yeah…” Quick flashes of an overly sexual femboy, his big fat round ass jiggling as the oil he perfectly lathered around those seductive curves caused the light to ricochet off his bottom perfectly. He swallowed, trying to fight back the growing heat in his loins as he remembered the loud audible claps of his cheeks bouncing off one another whenever he shook his hips for the camera. “Yeah I do…”

“Well~ No one but you knows, and you only know because I had you help me that one time.”

Once again he nodded, now that he did know, it was shocking how much a voice changer, a different demeanor, and a simple mask could shift attention. Not even their bubbly teammate Nora knew, and she knew everything about Ren. To the point that it was rather dangerous… Apparently she didn’t like-like him, but was doing it so that his prospective partner would find more value. Whatever that meant… he was still slightly fearful of that information.

“True.”

“Mmn~ So what’s the problem?”

He could feel Ren’s breath brush off his lips, the shorter male was just that close, his feminine figure clinging onto his own. He felt his heart throb in his chest, the loud pulse jamming into his ears, and his blood began to boil. It took everything he had not to outstretch his hands and coil them around that boastful butt of his.

“No…nothing!” He tried to dissuade any further actions, though the heat of Ren’s lips against his owns was palpable, they were so close to locking lips that he nearly found himself leaning forward.

“Mmn~ Besides, you want to get Pyrrha a gift don’t you? You owe her for that time♥”

“Ri…right!” He swallowed, feeling his tongue automatically sliding between his parted mouth to water his dry lips, only for it to brush against Ren’s own.

It wasn’t long before Ren pressed forward, closing the small gab between them, their lips now molding together as they folded into one another’s touch.

All the effort he put into holding his desires back crumbled instantly, his hands now firmly folding around Ren’s ass, fingers digging into that tight uniform of his that did nothing to hide his luscious curves. He could feel that thick bottom squeezing between his digits as the round rolls of fat spilled between his knuckles.

Ren’s hands locked themselves upon his back, fingers curled and tips dug into his shirt. Their breathing quickened as their pulses heightened. He could taste the sweet flavor of his friend off of his tongue, their pink muscles twirling around for dominance as he quickly found himself pushing back, causing Ren’s back to arch while his own body pushed downwards with all his might.

“Mmngh~” The vibrations of the femboy’s moans rolled into his lips. He could feel a sweltering heat forming within him as Ren’s soft body pushed further into his touch, Jaune’s hardening cock throbbed within his pants, wanting relief and release all at once.

The two of them continued for several minutes, unyielding in their advances before they pulled away.

“Oh my♥” Lie let out a girlish giggle and a soft throaty moan as their tongues distended from one another, a trickle of saliva snapping as they finally parted.

Jaune’s lungs burned, every breath was filled with fire, and his eyes felt hazy. He watched Ren’s every movement like a predator stalking its prey.

“I think we should stop~ You have a schedule to keep after all… and I think Pyrrha would be pretty mad if I went first.”

Jaune nodded dumbly, his hormones slowly descending from their heightened lustful state. “Ye…yeah…”

He knew that was a strange thing to come to an agreement on, but when Pyrrha finally stopped holding back… she really stopped holding back. He still couldn’t believe they were boyfriend and girlfriend, and that she was alright and wanting him to do this.

“She wants you to do it on cam when you get more acquainted right?”

He nodded his head, unable to find words to express his thoughts on the matter. He didn’t mind, it was pretty exciting… but he wanted to take the time to get used to it. And he kind of needed the money, it was the entire reason he was doing this to begin with.

“Well.” Ren pondered, “Only Pyrrha and me know you’re doing this, so having the others react is probably why she wants all this.”

He blushed a little, “Yeah… she’s really into that you know.”

Ren nodded along, his eyes widening, he had to agree with Jaune, though he himself had finally allowed his more sexual side to blossom around Jaune and the vast public who didn’t know who he was. It was incredibly peculiar to watch Pyrrha of all people become such a cuckqueen… She was a little too interested in watching other girls flirt and get off on her boyfriend… though there weren’t any takers, yet. He’d seen the way that she watched him as he watched Jaune… he supposed he was another admirer after all… “Hopefully she doesn’t go too far.”

“Eyup. A bit worried about that actually.”

Ren nodded to Jaune’s statement. “Well… when you’re done… Perhaps we can do a collab?” He gave a sly smile, and a half lidded gaze. “I’d love to give my bouncing ass to your-” His right hand reached down, fingers curling between Jaune’s thighs cupping those heavy round balls hidden beneath the thick fabric of their school uniform, “Big.” He gave them a tight squeeze, feeling the heated pressure of his growing manhood press a thick bulge, “Fat.” His dainty fingers ran upwards, curling and caressing the sheathed shaft, “Dick.”

“Fuck… yeah… yeah I think I’d like that.”

It was no secret that Jaune’s tastes were.. Vast, and that Ren was among his specific strike zone… not that Ren minded, they’d showered enough that he absolutely adored having his big dick rest upon his jiggling ass… it was nice and hot. And it made him all excited.

“Alright, well I’l leave you be. Good luck, I’ll be watching, and if you’re still on when I’m done streaming, I’ll raid you, alright?”

He nodded, watching Ren leave the singles room he’d rented out. His heart felt like it was going to burst, even as he continued to keep his gaze stuck to that curvy rear that swayed temptatious before him.

NOw it was finally time for him to get serious. He took a look around, watching the setup, an old one Ren gifted him. “Okay… just remember, you’re only going to do a simple talk… that’s allowed. You aren’t jumping right into this. Start small… start small…”

On his screen was a website, ONLYHUNTERS, it was time for Valiant to make his debut.

And while he was setting up, next door Ren locked himself into his own singles room, slowly sliding his uniform off to reveal what barely constituted as clothing. A thin stringed bikini that did nothing to hide his lustful curves, his big ass jiggling whenever he took a step as his thong string found itself gobbled between his mountainous ass.

A smile crossed his lips as he pulled his loose hair back into a small upper ponytail. With a bit of work, he turned on the lights, and put a mask upon his face.

The words ONLYHUNTERS lit up on his computer screen, his webcam flashing red. It was time for the Lotus to blossom.

And on the flipside of Jaune’s room, a young woman who similarly wore a mask to Ren, stood before a screen. The only thing covering her body was an oversized shirt that hardly covered her bodacious figure. Her large busty curvers created a draping view as the fabric couldn’t even touch her belly.

Her fingers curled around the hems, tugging upwards to pull her one fabric of clothing off her body revealing herself to the no active camera. May Zedong felt her heart ready to burst from her chest… but the fears she had were washed away as she gave herself one last look at the mirror. A smile curled her lips behind her mask as she felt confidence in herself, confidence she never had when she was her true self. She made a few adjustments to the sticky pasties that covered her sunken nipples before turning her attention towards the screen and camera.

ONLYHUNTERS lit up on her screen. It was time for the Wallflower to find it’s sunlight.

VALIANTVALE went Live.

LOVINGLOTUS went Live.

WALLFLOWERSNIPER went Live.

WELCOME TO ONLY HUNTERS.

#May Zedonng #Lie Ren #Jaune Arc #OnlyHunters

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writingsofwesteros · 3 months ago

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Alicent had seen how her children had descending into despair with Nora's kidnapping, she herself struggled to remain strong for them when she thought about what her beautiful girl would be subjected to under Rhaenyra and Daemon's hands. Aemond was on edge, trying to remain the only one with a strategic mind but was slipping into madness along with Aegon. Since her father had returned to the council he had said what she knew Nora would also say- that they must not hastily rush into battle when emotions run high- it must be a strategic endeavour.

Her poor, sweet Helaena spent days sobbing, and mumbling nonsensically to herself, and Alicent had not felt this helpless since the death of her grandson. Even with Daeron's return, he himself was at odds with Otto who insisted the boy go back to the Reach, yet he insisted that he go to Dragonstone for his big sister. She couldn't let her family fall into shambles, not again. Perhaps her actions were reckless now, too, but she cared not, as the blue cloak covered her hair as she was led into the halls of Dragonstone. She'd left her dearest children sleeping in King's Landing, knowing that one of them was probably in the dungeons of this very stronghold.

It was a long shot, thinking that this would work. That Rhaenyra would believe her. But Alicent knew if she could get Nora out, and back to the capital on her dragon, that her children stood a fighting chance against Rhaenyra, Daemon and their Dragonseeds- especially if she tricked Rhaenyra into thinking that she would the given the city. After all, they had a Dragonseed of their own, did they not? Hugh Hammer resided in chambers at the Red Keep with his wife and daughter, Vermithor's new rider, a dragon which Aemond had explained to her rivalled Vhagar and Cannibal in strength.

"I did not believe it when they told me you were here." Rhaenyra's voice made her turn around. Like was funny indeed- were it months ago, she would have felt something entirely different when she heard that voice. But the loyalties of her girlhood were dead, and only a Mother's loyalties remained.

"Stranger things have happened," Alicent stepped forward. "Like you dressed as a Septa in the Sept of Baelor."

"You think highly of yourself to think that I will not have you join your daughter in the dungeons," Rhaenyra said. "She is-" "Alive? Yes, she is." Rhaenyra replied. "What do you want, Alicent?"

"I did not wish for any of this to happen," She confessed, looking at Rhaenyra. "I- I did not foresee what my children would become- Aemond is..." She hesitated, before taking a deep breath for she knew in her heart despite the words of her mouth that they reigned above everyone else in her heart. "He has become something I dare not speak...and Daenora...her hands are as bloody as her brothers." "Too much has been lost," Alicent told her. "There is little that can be done now," Rhaenyra sighed. "More must be lost before this can all be over-" "But what if...it were not so?" Alicent said. Rhaenyra raised a brow. "Tis imposible-" "Aegon still listens to me...especially with his sister gone," Alicent told her. "He heeds my voice still, I can-" "And you would expect me to let him live? And Aemond, Daeron?" Alicent's eyes closed as she spoke the words that broke her heart to say even if she did not mean them. "The lives of few....for the lives of many- tis a sacrifice we must make."

"I will ensure you are given the city with no bloodshed....if you let me take Helaena and her remaining children and flee. You will never hear of us again. But you must let Nora go, return to King's Landing." Alicent looked into Rhaenyra's eyes. Her former friend remained silent for a moment, before gesturing to the guard at the door. The stood in silence until the guard returned, and Alicent gasped softly- her girl, her beauty, her Nora, in chains, with her riding leathers torn, body bruised- blood and dirt tainted her silver hair. "Mother?" Nora's voice, though weak, still exuded a strength as she did not tremble nor hesitate, and her eyes told the same story. "Wh- what is this?"

Rhaenyra stepped forward, and said to her, "You have spent weeks in my dungeons speaking of how you shall reign down fire and blood on me, and all my children, my family- but even your own mother would hand you up to the executioner's block, in exchange for her own freedom. Even she does not believe in you anymore- she does not believe in Aegon's cause." "No," Nora shook her head. "You lie."

Rhaenyra smirked at Nora, who looked at her mother standing there, silent, not denying Rhaenyra's words.

"Mother?" Nora whispered in a small voice. Rhaenyra walked over to Alicent, and pulled her into a kiss, and though Alicent's heart no longer warmed for Rhaenyra, she kissed her anyway- Nora had to believe it was done, so that she would fight with all she had. "How could you!" Nora screamed. Rhaenyra broke this kiss, and told the guards, "Take her down to the beach and unchain her. Her dragon should be nearby. Then take her chains and place them on the Queen Dowager."

The last thing Alicent saw were the purple eyes of her daughter, brimming with tears- with hurt, betrayal, and anger.

!!!!!!!!! YOU SHOULD WRITE FOR THE SHOW !!!!!!!!

Alicent could not bear to look into her daughter's eyes for much longer as she ducked her head. Gods, what if she was never forgiven?

Rhaenyra's hand moved down her back and she did not feel a thing. It seemed she had completely given her heart to her children - and found herself without upset of that thought

#nora hotd verse

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gionotarrascaeta · 11 days ago

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mano bom dia vc não acha que passou do ponto um pouco fazendo piada sobre estar bonito pelado com outra mulher quando a sua (ex) atual tá por perto? talvez se vc fizer uma auto crítica aí veja que não foi de bom tom

Meu mano, veja bem. Primeiro de tudo: vá tomar no seu cu. A Nora é minha AMIGA, sem mais. “Ai Gio, mas vocês transaram uma vez.” Sim, meu bom, e agora qualquer pessoa que transa com outra vira alguma coisa? Não vamo colocar a carroça na frente dos bois, porra, num fode. Segundo que não sei se tu sabe, seu fudido, mas AMIGOS tem intimidade suficiente pra brincar sobre esse tipo de coisa, tiro que você não tem muitos amigos ou é, no mínimo, doente mental. Terceiro que: ela me viu, eu a vi, ela brincou sobre eu ficar bem pelado (e ela não mentiu, que fique claro) porque, de novo: Ela. É. Minha. Amiga! Eu ri, porque ela é comédia e abracei ela e foi isso! A Nora é assim vei, é o jeito dela ou você nunca conheceu? Espero que nunca conheça também, porque não tá merecendo. Se a Kath ficou puta ela podia muito bem ter FALADO comigo, tá ligado? Chegado e falado: porra Giorgian não gostei dessas tuas intimidades e eu teria, tranquilamente, explicado pra ela que não era nada demais e que se eu tô com ela, eu tô com ela e acabou. Não interessa com quem eu já dormi antes, quem eu beijei ou qualquer coisa assim, porra, eu num tô com ela? Então pronto! Que caralho brother, se eu tô com ela é porque eu quero tá com ela. Pô, posso até ter passado do ponto mermo, talvez não tenha sido uma brincadeira legal, mas se ela achou ruim ela precisa falar e não ficar me dando gelo. E tu, zé buceta do caralho, tomara que tu morra virgem, que tu não tem nada a ver com isso. Quando a Kath quiser papo eu tô aqui, como sempre tive pra ela desde que ela quebrou a porcaria do meu nariz.

#asks

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dalek-ix-writes-stuff · 15 days ago

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Red Ruin - INTERVAL 02: FIRST ENCOUNTER (Part IV)

The girls didn't immediately spring into action; Blake and Weiss needed a few more details than just "jump down and help the two fighting the Death Stalker", and it wasn't like Ruby could just… put her plan into their heads.

"Uh, Nora's the with the revolver grenade launcher-hammer. Really loud."

Well, not without things going horribly wrong. She could give a… nudge, sort of, if she was gentle and careful and calm, but that had its own problems.

"Ren's her partner. Green outfit and machine-pistol hook-blades. He's trying to distract the Death Stalker long enough for Nora to get a hit in, but that bridge they're on doesn't give him much room."

And as unused as Ruby was at putting her plans to words, it was… surprisingly easy once she got going.

"Which is where you come in!"

"Let me guess: get behind the Death Stalker, keep it occupied, and then let… Nora crack that thing?"

"Uh, yep! Death Stalker armour can get really tough at that size. You need explosives, AP or high impact melee to get through. Freezing the joints is also a good idea."

She could get used to this, actually.

"You have a sniper ri-"

"Crescent Rose is a Super High Velocity Penetrator."

"… that thing. Whatever. Can't you crack that thing's skull from here?"

"Crescent Rose's stakes can go through, but they don't do enough damage on the other end."

"…Doesn't Armacham make a version of those things with a fire dust charge and a delayed fuse?"

"…Yes. They do. I, uh… I didn't bring any."

"I'm afraid to ask, but, why?"

"Because her Fire Dust privileges are suspended."

"That was two months ago, Yang!"

"Still suspended, Ruby."

Maybe. So long as she learned not to put her entire foot in her mouth. Or leave openings for certain older sisters to exploit.

"As fascinating as this is to watch as a single child, could we focus?"

"Y-yes. Anyways…"

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When in high-stress situations, the natural response is to tunnel vision. Focus on the threat directly ahead, or the task that needs to be done, blocking out every other distraction around you. This is to be expected; people who are distracted from the rampaging boarbatusk in front of them tend not to live very long, after all.

But there are situations where the noise behind you is what kills you, not the growling predator (or the angry foreigner with a sword) in front, and laser-like focus becomes your doom. Hence why, with training and experience, one can widen the 'tunnel', so to speak. Regain some more awareness of your surroundings; enough that one can react and be aware of what's going on, but not so much that you lose focus.

Pyrrha Nikos was the first to realize they're getting help, spotting two figures leap off the edge of the cliff, and onto one of the taller ruins. Lie Ren was the next one to do so, seeing Blake and Weiss hoping their way down the ruins. Nora saw what Ren was seeing and grinned as Team Monochrome (as Ruby rather insistently called them) got into position behind the Death Stalker.

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"Yang, fastball!"

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The first sign that Jaune got that he was getting reinforcements was when a red and black blur slammed into the back of the Giant Nevermore he was facing.

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"It looks like things are shaping up to be an… interesting year."

Ozpin could feel Glynda rolling her eyes. "The 'Invincible Girl', the Schnee heiress, a boy who acts like he's never even held his own sword before…" A scoff. "Interesting is certainly one way put it. And that's before you get to… her."

Ozpin didn't miss the shudder from Glynda. "You can't say she didn't make an impression," he said, almost to himself, "even if it wasn't as positive as we might've wished."

"Ruby Rose and her sister brawled up and down the length of Patch for half an hour," Glynda deadpanned. "And don't even get me started on how much of her luggage is medication." Glynda's tone softened and became all the harsher for it. "This is not the right place for her."

Ozpin's own voice didn't falter, although even he couldn't keep his emotions from tinting it. "I'm not sure if there is a right place for Miss Rose," he countered, "But if there is…"

On the screens Glynda and he were watching, the fight began to turn…

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"No plan survives contact with the enemy."

Ruby struggled to remember things beyond a certain point; the red haze of her condition had made true consciousness a long and difficultjourney, and the few memories of her childhood she did have were all the more precious for her. One of those was a lesson from Qrow; he'd quoted that, and then told Yang and her that people would usually quip it whenever any plan went wrong, as if mocking the idea of having one at all.

Those people, Qrow had told her, didn't know what the hell they were talking about.

Don't remember what the full quote was –some old Atlaesian General said it way before the Great War, and he said it in Atlaesian anyways– but the best way to understand what he meant was like this; imagine you're trying to win a fight in a single swing, or with only one bullet. Unless you're absolutely, completely, positively swear-on-your-soul certain_ that that's all you're gonna need, you'd be crazy to think that. So, you need more; multiple swings, multiple bullets, different kinds of both._

And the real trick; knowing where to use which.

The initial part of the plan went off exactly as Ruby expected. Blake and Weiss dropped right behind the Death Stalker. A slash from Gambol Shroud got the beast's attention, and a wave from Myrtenaster covered the leg joints in ice just as it turned to face them. It roared with Hate, and a volley of grenades from Nora (Ruby wished she'd gotten to know what her weapon's name was) sent it stumbling as it tried to react to the new threat.

Before the Nevermore could intervene, Yang threw her.

Ruby became a blur of crimson petals. The world seemed to be too slow and too fast at once; stretched by her own speed into a smear of colours. It was difficult to focus on anything besides what was directly in front of her, and even then, Ruby's vision was distorted.

So Ruby Rose closed her eyes.

After all, she'd never needed eyes to See.

Crimson unreality fills her mind's eye. She Sees the Quiet Vengeance and the Roaring Thunder, the Icy Blade and Bloody Shadow, frozen as they clash with the mass of ENEMY between them.

(Idly, Ruby noted that The Things which were and weren't Weiss and Blake didn't have nearly as many barbs and blades pointed at each other as before. Improvement!)

She Sees the Untouchable Idol standing like a breakwater against the larger ENEMY, and the Paper? Knight quivering and fluttering beside her.

(Ruby caught the difference. The Thing which was and wasn't Jaune Arc had to cling to The Thing that was and wasn't Pyrrha Nikos to stand, but it was standing. Hm. Hm.)

She Sees it all, feels the Roaring Fire's familiar warmth behind her (and also always, always with her) and focuses on the ENEMY she'd chosen to DIE.

Ruby willed herself forwards.

Faster.

Faster!

(She wondered if she'd ever moved this fast.)

Faster!!

The faster she goes the deeper Crescent Rose's blade will tear into her Enemy. The deeper the wound she makes is the faster it will Die. The faster it Dies the sooner she can Kill more- tooclose!

The mass of petals and speed she'd become coalesces into a single point and suddenly Ruby's a lance of red and black, of flesh and steel and bone and Wrath. She'd miscalculated and turned back too early, or she'd flinched and slowed herself down out of reflex when the collision loomed too large, and even though Crescent Rose bites deep and the Nevermore's scream of pain is like music to her ears, the wound is that tiny bit too shallow or too small to be the killing blow she wants.

"Holy-!"

Ruby's faintly aware of Jaune almost stumbling back as she squeezes the trigger. Oxygen and aerosolized fuel ignite in the chamber and Crescent Rose roars her wrath, a 10mm spike driving deep into the Nevermore. Ruby's hands fly across the bolt, a touch of semblance and more making it move faster than any other action could've done, and Crescent Rose fires again.

But the blade's not deep enough, or the variable muzzle break's not set up right, or both, and the recoil pulls Crescent Rose out of the wound she made enough that the Nevermore's thrashing tosses Ruby and her weapon away.

Enormous black wings spread, and the Grimm screeched with hatred and pain as it took off; still too injured to truly fly, so instead the hop just brought it up to perch the roof of the tower.

Ruby falls. The world flashes crimson, and then she's not; now she was standing on the bridge, Crescent Rose in hand, glaring up at the Nevermore with just as much hated as the Grimm's own glowering gaze.

Ruby took a deep breath and planted Crescent Rose's bottom spike on the ground, letting the familiar presence of her sweetheart ground her as she Feltthe world around her. Blake and Weiss were still getting in each other's way, the Death Stalker hadn't been cracked open…

What went wrong, what went right, what can we do from here, what more do we need, what more can we try?

Ruby steadied herself, closed her eyes, and then her mind reached upwards to give the roaring flame that was and wasn't her sister a well-practiced nudge. Tiny, faint, not even the thought of a thought. You'd have to know what to feel beforehand to even know it was there, and only the most basic of ideas could be transmitted, one at a time; closer, away, me, you, yes, no. The mental equivalent of monosyllables.

Ruby felt her sister go from concern and impatience to shock, then confusion, and then a hearth-warm surge of pride that made Ruby smile; two months of practice had paid off.

That's my little sister.

Yang dropped from above, and Ruby Rose pushed forwards.

Next swing, next bullet, next plan.

#red ruin #rwby #rwby fanfiction #f.e.a.r.#crossover au #crossover #fanfiction #ruby rose

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mythicalcowboyatheart · 2 years ago

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Charters I write for

Master list Wattpad. About me

Gotham

Edward Nygma

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Demon dean

American horror story

Tate Langdon

Kit walker

Lanna winters

Jimmy darling

James Patrick March

Kai Anderson

Marvel

Bucky

Loki

Tasm!Peter Parker

Stranger things

Eddie Munson

001/Peter/Henry

Jackass

Johnny Knoxville

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu macher

Ethan Landry

Heathers

Jason Dean/ JD

Veronica Sawyer

Pump up the volume

Mark Hunter/ happy harry hardon

Nora

Kuffs

George Kuffs

Hemlock grove

Roman Godfrey

Gleaming the cube

Brian Kelly

Criminal minds

Spencer Ried

Peacemaker

Adrian Chase\ Vigilante

Bands

Spencer Charnas (ice nine kills)

Andy Biersack (black Veil Brides)

Gerard Way (my chemical romance)

Frank iero (my chemical romance)

The fabulous killjoys:

Party Poison

Fun Ghoul

Texas chainsaw massacre

Johnny Slaughter

Re-animator

Herbert West

Terrifier

Art the clown

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kaiyeti · 1 year ago

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Ruby: Ah yeah! It's that time of the year again! Halloween birthday for me! Oh I can't wait to go trick or treating! And I have the best costume EVER!

Blake: Yeah. About your costume Ruby. *Blake said with a worried tone in her mad streampunk doctor costume*

Ruby: Hmm? What about it?

Weiss: I get where you got the inspiration for it but is it supposed to be doing *Weiss dressed as a witch points her broom slightly above Ruby* that?

Ruby: What? Is one of the spikes falling off?

Blake/Weiss: You're smoking, Ruby.

Ruby: Oh. That. Nah. It's a feature.

Yang: *Walks in dressed up like a streampunk Frankenstein's mother attaching a new robot arm to match her costume.* I'm back. Finally got the settings just ri- *Yang pauses as she looks at her sister in her costume.* Oh neat. You actually caught one this year. You made sure it can't move on it's own right?

Weiss: Made sure what now?

Blake: Wait... You're not saying that.

Ruby: Pfft. Of course. *Ruby smiled from her very realistic Hound Grimm costume when her left arm twitched and a growling gurgling can from the hood.* Oop. Hold on a second. *She than slapping the base of the hood making a cracking noice followed by a groan from it. * Okay. NOW it won't move.

Blake/Weiss: *Staring in absolute horror that their friend is wearing a living Grimm that was turned into a wearable costume*

Yang: Awesome. Now let's get moving. Nora was halfway done putting on her mech costume.

Ruby: Hell yeah! More candy for us! *runs out of room*

Yang: Better keep an eye on her. *leans over and kisses Blake* look hot babe. * chase's after Ruby.*

Blake: ...

Weiss: ...

Blake: ... How did she find a Beowulf with no eye sockets?

Weiss: Ruby is literally wearing a Grimm and THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE FORCED ON!

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #happy Halloween #Ruby rose birthday

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mundodafantasia1d · 1 year ago

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Imagine com quem você quiser

Quando peguei meu celular no fim de mais um dia, tinha inúmeras chamadas perdidas do meu namorado, ele provavelmente estava furioso comigo já que não era a primeira vez que isso acontecia nas últimas semanas. Respirei fundo e entrei em casa, o encontrando na sala com uma expressão péssima.

- Hey, muito chateado?

- Você podia no mínimo atender minhas ligações ou mandar uma mensagem pra que eu não fique tão preocupado.

- Desculpa, eu tive um dia cheio.

- Outro dia cheio, sabe, mesmo quando eu tô com a agenda lotada, correndo entre aeroporto e shows, eu ainda arrumo um tempo pra você, esperava o mesmo em troca.

- Amor... - suspirei.

- Não quero ouvir desculpas mais, agora todo dia é isso - ele se levantou para sair da sala, mas se virou e disse - Só não esquece que amanhã é sábado e minha família vai vir, combinamos de almoçar com eles naquele restaurante que minha mãe gosta, você disse pra ela que iria.

- E eu vou, tenho compromisso de manhã mas encontro vocês lá.

Ele não disse nada, apenas saiu. Estava bravo e tinha razão para isso, mas eu sabia que no fim iria valer a pena, a surpresa que estava preparando valeria todas essas faltas.

Na manhã seguinte, me arrumei e fui me encontrar com minha amiga que estava me ajudando a organizar tudo. Quando sai, deixei meu namorado dormindo, e passei a manhã toda com essa sensação de que estava me esquecendo de algo.

Depois de discutir todo o necessário com minha amiga, peguei meu celular e tinha inúmeras ligações perdidas do meu namorado, quando chequei as horas percebi que já estava 1 hora atrasada para o almoço com sua família. Sai correndo, o restaurante não era tão distante assim, mas o trânsito não ajudou.

- Olha quem chegou - ele disse, sua expressão entregava o quão chateado estava. - Bem a tempo da sobremesa.

- Me desculpem pelo atraso - eu disse para todos à mesa. - Não vi o tempo passar e o transito estava péssimo.

- Tudo bem, querida - a mãe dele tentou amenizar a situação.

Me sentei na cadeira vazia ao lado dele.

- Posso? - perguntei me referindo a sobremesa que estava na frente dele, ele não respondeu, apenas empurrou em minha direção.

- Obrigada, estou morrendo de fome.

- Peça algo para você - a mãe dele sugeriu. - Nós podemos esperar.

- Não, não podemos - ele nem me olhou. - Deveria ter chegado na hora, agora já está tarde, vamos para casa, vocês devem estar cansados da viagem.

- Que isso, filho, não nos importamos de esperar (s/n) comer.

- Obrigada mas, ele está certo, eu me atrasei, como algo em casa - suspirei.

- Tem certeza, querida? - eu confirmei. - Se é assim, então vamos.

O clima estava péssimo entre nós, durante todo o caminho meu namorado não disse nada e eu estava me sentindo péssima por isso.

Ao chegarmos em casa, ele levou seus pais ate o quarto de visitas e eu fui me trocar.

- Sinto muito pelo almoço - disse ao vê-lo entrar no quarto.

- Eu quero ficar sozinho.

- Vou comer algo - eu disse e sai do quarto.

Fiz algo rápido para comer, enquanto lavava o que sujei, meu celular tocou, era minha amiga.

- Por favor, me diga que está tudo certo para amanhã - eu disse ao atender.

- Oi, amiga, eu estou bem também e você? - ela respondeu sarcástica.

- Desculpa amiga, é que ele está bem chateado comigo, eu não vou conseguir guardar segredo por mais muito tempo.

- Calma, vai dar tudo certo.

- Será? Ele esta tão bravo comigo que nem sei.

- Não seja boba, ele ama você, vocês foram feitos um para o outro, é impressionante e irritante como vocês irradiam amor. - eu ri.

- Só você mesmo pra me fazer rir agora.

- Estou aqui para isso.

Vi minha sogra entrar na cozinha.

- Tenho que desligar agora, te vejo amanhã, beijos.

- Beijos, amo você.

- Tudo certo para amanhã? - minha sogra perguntou.

- Sim, tudo preparado, espero que tudo dê certo.

- Vai dar - ela sorriu para a nora.

- Ele está tão bravo comigo, tão chateado e não posso dizer que não tem razão, estou tão atarefada planejando tudo que não estou tendo tempo para ele.

- Meu filho ama você, quando ele ver a surpresa linda que você planejou ele não vai nem se lembrar que estava bravo.

- Assim espero - a sogra sorriu e me abraçou.

- Não se preocupe, vai dar tudo certo, relaxa um pouco.

Nesse momento avistei por sobre o ombro dela, meu namorado se aproximar.

- Hey lindo, precisa de algo? - perguntei para o rapaz de cara fechada.

- Não, seu tempo é precioso demais para desperdiçar comigo - ele respondeu irônico e foi pegar água na geladeira.

- Vou deixar vocês sozinhos - a mãe dele deu um sorriso compreensível para mim e saiu da cozinha.

- Será que dá pra não fazer isso na frente da sua mãe?

- Eu não fiz nada.

- Sério?

- Você não apareceu no almoço que marcou com ela, você mesma deixou óbvio que tem algo errado aqui.

- Eu apareci sim - disse na defensiva.

- Atrasada, é tudo que você tem feito ultimamente, ou não aparece ou chega super atrasada.

- Eu sei que eu tenho estado bem ocupada e eu já pedi desculpas, o que mais eu posso fazer?

- Nada - ele respondeu seco. - Você não pode fazer nada - ele passou por mim para sair da cozinha mas segurei seu braço.

- Babe, não faz assim - fiz bico, sabia que ele não resistia. - Odeio quando você fica chateado comigo.

- Você joga baixo, sabe que não resisto a esse biquinho fofo - ele deixou um selinho na minha boca e eu sorri.

- Cada um usa as armas que tem.

- Eu ainda tô chateado.

- Que pena, porque eu estava com um tempo livre e pensei que você podia querer matar a saudade.

- (S/n) - seu tom era de aviso mas com um toque de malícia - não brinca com fogo, meus pais estão aqui.

- O malicioso aqui é você, babe, eu estava me referindo a assistir um filme agarradinho - me fiz de inocente, ele se aproximou perigosamente.

- Espera meus pais irem embora e você vai pagar caro por cada vez que se atrasou ou não apareceu - ele sussurrou em meu ouvido, mordendo minha orelha, o que fez um gemido fraco deixar os meus lábios e meu corpo todo se arrepiar.

- Mal posso esperar - mordi o canto da boca e ele me puxou pela nuca, dando inicio a um beijo quente.

- Melhor a gente ir assistir o filme - ele disse ofegante, separando o beijo contra vontade.

- Melhor mesmo.

Subimos para o quarto, escolhemos um filme e deitamos, ele com a cabeça no meu peito enquanto eu acariciava os cabelos dele. Até que o meu celular notificou uma nova mensagem, era minha amiga informando que havia um problema, comecei a trocar mensagens com ela tentando solucionar isso e quando ele percebeu que eu não estava prestando atenção no filme e sim no celular, isso o irritou pois era para ser um momento de nós dois e só nós dois.

- É serio isso?

- O que? - disse sem entender.

- A ideia de ver o filme foi sua, mas se estiver ocupada demais - ele usava todo seu sarcasmo.

- Não, eu tô prestando atenção.

- No seu celular, aposto que você não faz a menor ideia do que acabou de acontecer no filme.

- Claro que eu sei, eles - forcei a memória para tentar lembrar o que estava acontecendo no filme mas nada veio em mente, suspirei.

- Desculpa, babe.

- Você reparou quantas vezes já pediu desculpas só nessa última semana?

- Muitas, eu sei.

- Quer saber, resolve o que você tem pra resolver - ele saiu do quarto, me deixando sozinha.

- Amanhã você vai entender, meu amor.

Ele continuou chateado comigo pelo resto do dia. Na manhã seguinte, era finalmente o dia. Acordei cedo, me preparei, encontrei meus sogros e combinei os últimos detalhes com eles.

Meu namorado não gostou muito quando disse que não poderia ir com eles para o passeio em família. Mas eu precisava ficar em casa e precisava que ele não estivesse ali.

Eu estava tão nervosa, tudo estava pronto, apesar das dificuldades, tinha dado tudo certo e eu estava muito feliz com isso, mas também estava ansiosa e nervosa pela chegada dele.

Quando ele chegou acompanhado de seus pais, eu o aguardava na parte da frente da casa, ele estranhou isso e o número de carros na porta da nossa casa.

- O que está acontecendo aqui? - ele perguntou aos pais que sorriram e se olharam cúmplices.

- Nós vamos deixar vocês conversarem - seu pai disse.

Os dois entraram na casa, deixando ele na companhia de sua namorada que estava extremamente linda com seu cabelo caindo em ondas sobre os ombros e levemente maquiada, ele reparou em suas mãos que não paravam quietas e no seu sorriso nervosos, aquilo tudo era muito suspeito.

- E então? - eu o encarei sem dizer nada. - Babe, você está me deixando nervoso, será que pode me dizer o que está acontecendo, por favor? - ele segurava minhas mãos para tentar me acalmar.

- Desculpa, eu preparei tudo, inclusive o que queria dizer para você mas eu meio que esqueci então desculpa se não for tão bonito quanto deveria - respirei fundo. - Eu te amo, eu sei que falo isso pra você o tempo todo, mas é que o motivo disso tudo é o quanto eu te amo e o quanto eu sei que você me ama. Eu sempre sonhei em encontrar o amor verdadeiro mas eu nunca pensei que fosse assim, tão intenso, tão lindo e que seria com o homem perfeito para mim, nem se eu tivesse criado um homem seria tão perfeito para mim como você é, meu amor, e eu sou tão grata por isso. Grata por você me amar, por cuidar de mim, por se importar, por gostar e apreciar passar seu tempo comigo, você está sempre ao meu lado e isso é muito especial pra mim. Eu te quero pra sempre, quero as tardes sem fazer nada, deitados na cama assistindo filmes agarradinhos, quero as noites de amor, quero todos os aniversários e momentos especiais, quero ser sua mulher, quero ser a mãe dos seus filhos, quero envelhecer ao seu lado e passar cada segundo de cada dia nesse mundo sendo amada por você e te amando com todo o meu coração - ele enxugou as lágrimas do meu rosto, eu sorriu para ele. - Sabe como eu tenho estado ocupada nesses últimos dias e isso te deixou chateado por eu ter perdido os nossos momentos e me atrasado para o almoço com sua família? - ele fez que sim e assistiu enquanto eu tirava uma caixinha do bolso do roupão que usava. - Meu amor, eu quero ser sua para sempre, e eu sei que o homem quem deveria fazer isso mas, foda-se o patriarcado - nós rimos. - Você aceita se casar comigo? - mostrei as alianças que estavam na caixinha.

- É claro que eu aceito, meu amor. - ele me puxou e me beijou. - Posso colocar o anel no seu dedo? - ele perguntou quando nos separamos.

- Claro que pode mas é melhor deixar para fazer isso no altar - ele me olhou sem entender. - Estou muito aliviada por ter dito sim, porque toda nossa família e amigos estão lá atrás no jardim esperando por nós.

- Você planejou o nosso casamento? - fiz que sim, não sabia qual seria a reação dele e por isso estava apreensiva. - Você é a mulher mais perfeita desse mundo, eu te amo tanto - ele me encheu de beijos enquanto eu ria.

- É melhor a gente ir se arrumar, seu terno está no nosso quarto, talvez eu demore um pouco já que eu acabei com a minha maquiagem - fiz careta e ele acariciou o meu rosto.

- Você esta linda e eu mal posso esperar para te ver em um vestido branco - ele me beijou mais uma vez. - Nossos convidados estão esperando, vamos.

O casamento estava lindo, (s/n) fez um ótimo trabalho, tudo estava com a cara deles, simples e acolhedor. O coração do rapaz saltou em seu peito quando a viu caminhar até ele em um vestido branco, tão linda, tão sua. (S/n) esqueceu todo nervosismo ao ver o homem da sua vida parado bem ali, sorrindo para ela, a olhando como se ela fosse a mulher mais linda do mundo, a visão do paraíso, seu coração batia forte e ela não desviou os olhos dos dele em nenhum momento enquanto caminhava para ele. Os dois guardariam cada segundo daquele momento em suas memórias para sempre.

Tudo foi perfeito no dia mais especial de suas vidas e agora eles eram marido e mulher, estavam casados e não poderiam estar mais felizes por isso.

- Obrigado por tudo isso, minha linda, está tudo tão perfeito e eu estou tão feliz.

- Que bom que gostou - deixei um beijo em seus lábios. - Mas as surpresas ainda não acabaram - eu o olhei com um olhar malicioso.

- O que mais você poderia ter planejado?

- Nossa lua de mel - nós nos olhamos, um olhar de cumplicidade e malícia - Só nós dois, sem nada nem ninguém para nos atrapalhar.

- Isso parece o paraíso.

- Vamos fazer ser o nosso paraíso particular.

- E você vai me recompensar por cada atraso?

- Pode ter certeza que vou - nós sorrimos e nos beijamos apaixonadamente.

- Mal posso esperar para te ter agora como minha mulher.

- Eu gostei disso, repete?

- Minha mulher - ele disse com uma voz sedutora.

- Sua mulher - mordi o lábio inferior dele - e você é meu marido, meu.

- Eu sou, só seu, meu amor.

- Eu te amo tanto, babe.

- Eu amo você mais do que qualquer homem nesse mundo já amou uma mulher.

- Eu sou mesmo a mulher mais sortuda desse mundo.

- E eu sou o homem mais sortudo desse mundo.

Du 💛

#imagines one direction #imagines #one direction

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apollo-gate · 1 year ago

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Here are all three. Titles with summary and Ro information. I’ll edit the summaries and make separate intro post as soon as possible.

The Revenge Pact

All your life you were the outcast hell you were so disliked that your family sold you to the Emperor. You soon found friends with the chosen heroes of the coming war. You were enlisted as nothing but fought and bleed and saved the Prince and Princess. (A part of you regrets it.) You and the Princess became close friends. But you never would have seen it coming. The betrayal they all did. You took the fall for the Prince's crimes. Yes, you were a weapon but not the monster they said. Only after your execution do you get to know the whole truth and the chance to kill the Man who executed you. But you are reborn as something else.

Princess Yuliana- F-

Age- 600

Yuliana Sarcyne you were friends or so you thought. She was the light you needed when the darkness threatened to take over. Yuliana hated the crown more than anything so why betray you. Why hurt you when she would rather bleed than see you hurt.

Cynthia Vasati - F-

Age-399

One of the most ruthless assassins to exist. And your the one who trained her and helped survived. Cynthia being one of the few dark elf’s alive and half vampire she should have died. But you saved her from that fire and protected her till your last breath.

Leonora Silver -Trans F-

Age- 20

Nora the second daughter to the Silver family. Her family and yours have been enemies since the kingdom spilt after the gold wars. Instead Nora needs help yours. She did summon you after all. And seeing her go through the same injustices you did brings a need to protect her.

Atarr Kostas-NB-

Age-maybe 24 (in reality 676)

They should be dead. You remember how you killed them. But them being the tricksters champion comes with some perks after all. Atarr seems overjoyed with your new life yet they keep their mouth shut when you ask.

Foxes Retribution

Two rival clans at war. The Jeong Clan and the Myeong Clan. They have always been in a stalemate. You are on the side of Jeong Clan or better known as Jeng Corp. You are Fox the family "Fixer". You're the person the Boss calls and you do what she asks. Or what the board members ask. To the world, you are Jeng Corp Face. You do owe the Boss for many things. And she owes you big time after that incident.

(The Mc will have a son. He will be about 6 when the story starts.)

The Mc age 23. They will also have a Family name as well. But this won't comes into play till later on.

Romance Options

Jeng Ha-Eun (The Boss)- F-

Age 38

Eun is the CEO of Jeng Corp. She had to claw her way to get her position. Eun wanted to have a simple life but the death of her children open a new world to her. You both met at your lowest. She offered you a job and a place to stay. You took the chance and it's changed your life ever since.

Kim Ri - F-

Age 26

Ri is someone you want to forget about. After all your best friend who confessed they loved you one day and the next pointed a gun at you. You don't know why she did it but you don't know if you can ever understand her reason.

The Idols Mark

Your group Infinity Soul took the music industry by storm. You were the lead vocalist and rapper despite being the second youngest. Everything was going great. But a scandal broke out and took it all away. The moment you saw what the scandal said about you. You never felt so much rage. No one came to your defense in your time of need. Your friends and colleagues left you to dry. But like everything you bottled it up. You did one last preference and left the group. You finished school but an old acquaintance reached out and asked you to help a new group she thinks you can help.

(The Mc is gender locked as female. The Mc is 15 in flashbacks and 22 when the story starts.)

Park Mi-sun - F-

Age 28

Sun as you called her was your protector and the sister you could always count on. Till you couldn't anymore. Sun is the leader of Infinity Soul. She became more cold and callous after your departure from the company.

Lee Yuri- F -

Age 26

Yuri your Ex. The reason why your life went to hell. The group you should be with. She took away everything you wanted and smiled like it didn't matter. Yuri took over your roles and it appears the fans love her more than they ever did you.

Hyun Soo-ah

Age 23

Soo or Luna as her stage name. She is one of the 4 trainees you are helping before their official debut. Luna seems to want your input in everything as it may be her debut but it’s also your comeback as well.

Diana Winter- F-

Age 24

Diana the American in a world she doesn't understand but she doesn't need to understand when she just focuses on the job and her little sister who seems to be your biggest fan. She also happens to be your ex friend from high school. You want to reconnect but she seems reluctant.

#here they are #I’ll work on them #update #the revenge pact if #foxes retribution if #the idols mark if

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honeysmokedham · 2 years ago

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Call Me Maybe || Nora & Teddy

TIMING: 4/28 at 3:12 pm LOCATION: A Cell Phone Store PARTIES: Nora @honeysmokedham & Teddy @eldritchaccident SUMMARY: Nora goes to steal a new cell phone and Teddy is ready for a fun little time. CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

There were a lot of things Nora enjoyed about her new life. Namely it was the freedom to exist the way she wants to exist. Nora was without eyes watching her move, ready to write tweets about the pathetic attempts Nora was making at living her life. The one thing Nora didn’t like was the lack of money. Sure, stealing things was easy, but having an unlimited credit card was easier. The amount of ham she could be dining on every night was nothing compared to the few crumbs she managed to scrounge together each night and call her nightly meal.

Today Nora had a “shopping” list of one new cell phone. Her last one she’d smashed into the wall of a crypt. She didn’t want to talk about it. It was a sore topic. Nora walked around the electronic store, eyes glued to the many devices in front of her. If she was going to steal something she might as well steal something good right. Iphone or android? Big or small? God Nora hated electronics. Her last phones had always been whatever her fathers gave her. And those were normally sent by electronic companies so people would see her using them in public and people wanting to be like her would buy them. “What’s the difference.” Nora murmured out loud, staring between what she thought was the newest android and the newest iphone. She didn’t actually know.

Teddy had spied the kid the moment she stepped into the store. They knew that look, knew what it meant. Knew the hunger that was behind it. Technically it was their (temp) job to stop people from doing exactly that sort of thing, but in a store like this? Stealing wasn’t as easy as just picking the latest model off the display. For one, the displays were hard locked in, each with a massive charging/safety port thing super glued to their back. For another, a phone was almost nothing these days, not without a proper sim card.

Fortunately for the would-be thief, the demon was in a particularly good mood that day. Despite, or maybe to spite the man they’d taken this job for. Filling in miraculously right when Robert Whatshisname had called out. The job was about as interesting as they had expected, nothing compared to being a line cook, or doing deliveries, or tending bar. Teddy really liked bar tending. You got a lot of stories out of that one, and most of the patrons delighted in the strange concoctions that the demon liked to make. (Usually because they were already too drunk to care about the strategic and strange flavor choices.)

Like always, the demon had a little knack for knowing where to be, and when. And they got another temp job. Johnny Phonecompanyguy didn’t even care so much to look into the fake ID Teds had set up for themself, he was just happy to not have to be in his own damn store for a whole day. That was fine by Teddy. That was the way they liked it.

The store was pretty much otherwise deserted. Another woman was in the back corner, deciding which case to get her four sons for their very fancy iPhones. She demanded a whole host of attention earlier, and Teddy demanded (silently, without her knowledge) a little payback. The demon sauntered closer to the kid though, quietly making their way around until they were just behind her. That’s when they leaned down, put on their best smile, and whispered. “Phones usually work better with data.”

The last thing Nora wanted today was an employee getting into her business. Nora turned to the employee, a shit-eating grin pasted all over their face. Rose-colored glasses reflected her own blank face back to her. She looked past the reflection to the eyes beneath, looking at her and her phone choices with interest. “I have data.” Nora reached into her pocket, rummaging around to find what she was looking for. A snake, someone who caught a ride in her jacket a few days ago and hadn’t left due to the free food, wrapped itself around her wrist and started moving up her arm. Nora found her phone, holding it out to the employee. It was a pre-paid android she’d traded someone for six months ago. She knew it had six months of service left before she had to figure out what to do.

With the attention of what seemed to be the singular employee in the store, Nora now knew this game had to play out differently. Get the information she needed from the employee. Trick him into leaving her along with a phone ready to go and then get out of there. Easy right? Nora’s posture changed. She’d played the game of the rich and famous before and she could do it again. Easily she slipped back into the mask of Eleanor Pine. The daughter of Gregory and Damien Pine, rich and powerful men who know their worth and expect to be treated in a reflection of it. Eleanor Pine would have never been allowed to walk outside in her tattered and dirty clothes. She would have never worn a repeat outfit, and she would have never been at an electronics store. She had also never been Nora Pine. Nora could do this.

“My phone broke.” A hand came up to play with a strand of her hand. “You don’t happen to know which model I would need, do you?” In the back of the store, Nora could see another woman picking out phone cases. Maybe her distraction could be scaring that woman. Then the employee could go saunter over there, help her and Nora could sneak out. "The best of the best." The mask of it all was exhausting. Years of being who she wanted to be had destroyed the calluses of the mask. "In black." She had an aesthetic to keep up, after all.

Teddy’s smile only seemed to widen at the sudden snakey influx, and at the game being played. One they’d been on the other side of before. The Joneses didn’t always have extra cash to throw at any problem, and who could say no to an adorable little face like Teds when they were young? Few folks said no to it now, ‘hardened’ as it was with age and the scars of the road they’d taken to get where they were. (Fewer folks would say Teddy looked like they ever had a hard day in their life. The carefree attitude didn’t quite match with the experience they’d earned. The most edgy thing about them was maybe the scar, and even that could be explained away as a port wine birthmark rather than a tale of nuns with guns and knives.) So yes, Teddy knew this game.

They were, however, wrestling with which side to play on. Give a challenge to the young girl, or a helping hand. Maybe that depended on how well she kept up. Maybe they’d play a different game entirely. See how much help they could give without ever being spotted. “Ahh. Happens to the best of the best of us.” Teds repeated the phrasing, hopefully letting on that they had been listening well. Though, that tended to be the kind of thing the demon picked up on while not many others did.

Teddy lilted into an easy laugh, bobbing their shoulders as they strolled around the counter. Prowling almost like a shark would, or maybe like a cat with a very interesting hair tie. “I’ve shattered more than my fair share. I’m sure we can get you exactly what you need.” And go. Roll the dice, see where they land. From then on out, each sentence would be a calculated code.

The girl looked clever. A bit tired, sure. Had that layer of dirt that only really ever comes from sleeping outside for so long. The kind you can’t quite get off even with a few showers. Smelled of earth and damp. Maybe something underground? Hard to tell. Harder to let slide. If the kid did well in this game maybe they’d have to arrange something else. Hire that damn detective to track her down.

“So what is your name miss?” Teddy clacked away at the keys behind the counter, acting as if they were doing anything more than just strategically keysmashing. “Did you have insurance with us?”

“Cassiopeia.” The name slithered out of Nora’s mouth in tandem with the snake sliding its way up Nora's arm. "It really does happen to the best of the best of us." Nora's voice had shifted from her comfortable monotone to the one her acting instructors had drilled her on. She missed the days when she was young and got away with being non-verbal. Her first words at the age of 8 had been a mistake that opened the floodgates to something else.

This employee was so easy in their interaction. Nora doubted the tension that held her together would be reflected in them. An easy laugh. An easy approach to strangers. The appearance of being carefree. Nora itched to scare them. Nora thought it would be fun. Would they still laugh in the face of a monster? Nora wanted to know. It was the thing Nora wanted to know about everyone.

Rich people didn't ask for the names of their help. That wasn't how the rules were played. Nora was never good at the game. "And your name?" Nora caught her mistake instantly. "Just in case." To sound like a threat. As if to say so if anything in this interaction goes wrong I can speak to your manager. That was the kind of customer employees hated to deal with. Maybe this one would be scared of those employees. It would be a fun little treat.

Nora's eyes floated back to the phones in front of her. "I didn't get my phone through you. My last store's work was unsatisfactory. I will be getting what I am owed from them." A threat of a sue. That was the play, right? Companies hated being sued. "Now I'm here. I'm sure I won't have that same problem here." Why did the hoity-toity talk so much? Nora wanted the employee to just use their little key and pull out a brand new phone so she could make her escape. "Can I see more options for that phone?" Nora pointed at the closet model.

“Ahh, lovely name. Some might say even prettier than Aphrodite!” Teddy grinned, loving the classic nature of the pseudonym. It had to be one, right? Not that it was impossible for someone today to pick a name from an old Greek Tragedy (or more likely, from the constellation), but more likely… improbable. Considering Teds would never give a real name when they were trying to steal something. Though, what the demon would do was hardly a metric to measure the world by. They’d learned that lesson many many times. Ah well.

“Me? I’m Cetus.” The sea monster that came to wreck Cassiopeia’s kingdom. Really fitting, all things considered. And absolutely not what was on their nametag. Teddy wondered if she’d notice. If she was looking. Honestly probably not, nerves so often got in the way of little details. “And I certainly hope we can do better than your last store.” All smiles, sweetened honeyed words. “Maybe if I work some magic over here we can get you set up with a discount and it won’t cost you five fingers.” Was that too obvious? Or not enough? Did kids still use that phrase? It wasn’t like they were saying it was ‘so discounted it was practically a steal’ or something.

“Sure thing, lemme show you which phones you could walk out with today.” Not willing to just throw the game right there, Teddy pulled out the docked iPad instead. Flipped to the app that had all the options in an easy slideshow esq parade. “You could even get it personalized.” That part was true, and something Mr. SellCellService had asked his new temp clerk to upsell. “You could get a black phone with an engraving of a snake like your little buddy there. We have the laser right in store. It’s fascinating to watch.”

No one could ever say Nora was good at math, but something wasn’t adding up. Nora’s eyes flickered down to the employee’s name tag reading ‘Viktor’ then back to Cetus’s face. Okay. That one? She wouldn’t judge. Nora would hate working in a people-facing position and giving her name. Not that Nora would ever deign to work. Working was for poor people. Where the math started getting too complicated for Nora to follow, were subtle words she thought were calling her out. It would not cost her five fingers and walk out with today. Those rose-colored glasses appeared to hold more knowledge of the world than Nora had hoped.

Nora's jaw jutted out as she fought the urge to wrap herself in illusion. To send the smug and satisfied employee fleeing away. Nora swallowed back the rash of emotion. It was that desperate need to scare everyone around her that developed her poker face. The whole while, struggling with confusion from everything Cetus had said to the urge to scare them shitless, her face had remained as impassive as ever. What Nora wasn't, was witty. When it came to words she was a blunt object. Cetus seemed to be a fine-edged tool, dancing around the conversation. Nora would have to be careful, but she found herself struggling with how. Then to make all of it worse, they weren't even scared of the snake on her arm. What kind of shit was that? That should have at least been a level-one nerve factor.

Nora looked down at the iPad in front of her. "Personalization won't be necessary. Just the phone and nothing else." Nora couldn't control herself anymore. An illusion of scales flickered across her body. A whisper of a story that she was as reptilian as the snake crawling up her arm. Even her pupils elongated into long slits for just a second. Perhaps that little glimpse would be enough to get Cetus startled enough to pull out the phone in a hurry. "I'm sure you can understand. I'm in a rush." A rush to get out from under those fluorescent lights and the laminate flooring. Nora just wanted to go curl up back in her crypt and sort through everything that had happened the last few days.

Well that was different. Sparking up something even more delighted in the demon. Who’s fishy side was often confused for a large mutated crocodile. (The running theory on the cryptid watcher boards was something about Big Finn being an escaped lab experiment, or a croc that ate plutonium but survived, it was all very scientific you know.) A subtle sniff and things didn’t quite match. Teddy didn’t detect the distinct… fragrance a lamia carried. Nor one a snakey fae might either. Was she trying to scare them? Was that it? It would’ve worked on a regular employee but uh, Teds wasn’t exactly that.

Few things in this world scared Teddy Jones. Kind of comes with the territory of being an eldritch horror. Though, maybe it went back further than that. Leviathan always liked to tell stories of how the young human child seemed to enjoy seeing the great sea beast. Back when it seemed larger than life. Impossible. Horrifying. Maddening. And yet, itty bitty Teddy saw that as a friend shape. And then it was a dad shape. The rest was history. Whoever the Joneses were before, a newer, better version stepped out of that shack.

But how were they supposed to respond to this? Gosh it was such a conundrum. Thinking it through in bullet time, Teddy had a situation on their hands regardless. Option one; be scared. But they didn’t even have the phones out yet.. Or was this meant to speed them up? The cell that Cassiopeia showed was pretty busted. It’d be a miracle if the sim card wasn’t messed up too. Demons didn’t hand out miracles. Only expertly placed misfortunes that benefited someone else. In this case, the girl. Hopefully. Their mind had already been dead set on helping before, this new scaly excursion kind of only made them want to help more.

So, option two; cool as a cucumber. Hopefully it’d indicate something collaborative rather than combative. “Even without the personalization I bet I can help you get something even better than what you got there.” A flick of the eyebrows. C’mon kid. It was almost out in the open. The demon’s eyes darted to the other presence in the store, then back at the straight faced… teen? Was she a teen? Honestly Ted was so bad at picking out ages. She could have been twelve or twenty five, and the clerk probably wouldn’t have been able to tell you which.

It was rude that the people of this town had such a high fear tolerance. Was Nora not always out here doing the most? Creating beautiful pieces of art for people to tremble before, and now no one cared anymore. No one was scared in this goddamn town. Everyone in this town really was liars. And probably the rest of the world, convincing Nora that she was scary. Now she was nothing. Nothing and with a broken phone. But the employee was looking at Nora like they were trying to convey something to her. Nora stopped sitting in the cesspool that was her own internal monologue and tried to follow what Cetus was telling her. Eyes darted from Nora to the other lady in the store. Did... Did they want Nora to scare that customer away?

Nora turned from Cetus and their rose-colored glasses to look at the lady, still engrossed in her phone cases, then glanced back at Cetus. Okay. You really didn't need to ask Nora to scare someone twice. The weird thing was this was the first time someone was asking Nora to scare someone. No one had ever utilized her penchant for pranks before in that manner. Generally, Nora picked her victims and worked from there. Most people who found out about her pranks didn't stay around for long enough to weaponize them against others. This was... New.

"Hey, lady." Nora's monotone voice filled the store, echoing off the linoleum floors and vibrating in the small space. The woman whipped around, confusion speckled across her features. "Eat shit." Nora stated. The illusion around her swelled. In a sequence of images, Nora's human skin shredded off her body, falling into translucent heaps on the floor as a giant king cobra emerged standing there and hissing. The woman was, understandably, screaming by then. The cases she was holding tumbled to the ground as she ran towards the exit. Nora made her dance for it, the snake striking out at the lady. She dodged and screamed, slamming into the door before she finally made it out. Where she had stood, Nora could see she left her purse. Nora hoped she wouldn't need to come back for it soon.

The illusion shrunk around Nora as she played it in reverse. Her flesh picked itself back up off the floor, sewing itself around her and wrapping her in her human cocoon as the snake disappeared deep inside her. Then there was Nora. Standing there, petting her snake with a finger. "The discount?" Nora asked, looking back at Cetus. No fear drifted off the employee, but the woman had left a wonderful trail of fear to devour. "It's rude not to be scared," Nora added. Because it was. It was rude to her and her craft that she worked so hard on.

“Ooohoo hoo! Masterfully done!” This little spider wove quite a web now didn’t she? Teddy’s eyes lit up with glee, even just watching the back of whatever Cassiopeia had going on. It was gruesome, it was wretched, it was incredible. It made the demon a little jealous. The way the woman had fled the store worked perfectly into the plan Teddy had started spinning the second they realized what this kid was trying to do.

“My sincerest apologies about that, Miss Cassiopeia.” Teddy humbled themself with a deep and reverent bow. The queen of fear, as far as they could tell, deserved as much. Once righted though, their grin returned, with absolutely no sugar coating. “But now that she’s gone, we can get some real work done. Stealing the phone and putting your old card into it is only going to work as long as they don’t catch on. As long as they don’t track it. I got a better method for ya, if you’re interested.” A sly tilt of their head to the side, and it was clear the demon was no longer working on behalf of the store.

Nora had read a book before. It was Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Alice had been an idiot, but there had been one singular character that Nora had drawn quite a fondness to. The Cheshire cat. This employee, standing in front of her with twinkling glasses and a mischievous grin, had to be the embodiment of the character. Frankly, that meant Nora was fucked. Not for any real reason. Simply because Nora refused to be Alice in any scenario. No, she could be Not Alice. The better Alice who is capable of making choices and doesn't have a breakdown at the slightest inconvenience. Last night... didn't count.

At least the clever cat had manners and was interesting. Nora had finally caught on the Cetus might not be their real name and they were playing a game, just like the cat. Nora's head tilted to the side. "Why are you helping me?" She asked, point blank. As usual, she was a blunt object, never a sharpened blade. "What will I owe you?"

“Bored mostly.” A beat. A consideration. She was so young. “And I’ve been where you are right now. Can’t say I know why you’re doin’ all this, but uhh. Y’know. One friend of Lupin to another.” Teddy softened slightly, not by much, maybe not even perceptibly. It wasn’t easy being a kid, double or triple that if you weren’t human. And unless she had an accomplice somewhere around, it didn’t look like she had her own version of Levi either.

Alone.

Maybe that’s what likened the girl to the demon the most. Teddy hated being alone. Hated needing other people too, which was a bit of a conundrum sometimes. Showing that the world didn’t have to be lonely, well maybe that was a good thing. And maybe that’s why they didn’t really care to ask for anything in return. Well, nothing of substance.

“Owe me? You already paid by getting rid of Uptight McShouty back there. You didn’t see the storm she was making before you came in. Or the mess her boys made that I had to clean up before she went off to look at phone cases.” Ted's head quirked again, this time along with their gaze. Upward, thinking for a second, running the mental math and possibilities. Finally landing on something and nodding as if Nora had been able to hear the stream of consciousness. “Do you want a case? It’ll keep your next one from getting shattered like that. Though, the way I’m hooking you up you can just get a new one anytime.”

Quick hands made quicker work of the technical side of things. Boxes were pulled, primed, and set up for the girl’s inspection. A very nice expensive model, and a few of their more hardy cases. As well as some other goodies too. Cause why not? If someone else was going to foot the bill, what did it matter?

“Hellen Richardson was very rude to me, and if I do this riiiiiight, she won’t even notice the extra fees hidden in her bills. Honestly she’ll probably think it’s one of those rowdy teens racking up the price.” Teddy winked, feeling particularly proud of themselves for this one. “She gets just desserts for being a terrible customer, and you get unlimited data and our best coverage for breaks and losses!”

What Nora could understand was making fun choices out of boredom. What she didn't understand was who Lupin was and why Cetus assumed she was friends with this Lupin. Nora's brain did mental flips, trying to figure out who this Lupin was. Finally, she settled on saying, "Yeah, Lupin." A simple agreement surely couldn't get her in too much trouble. Surely. She was going to have to google this Lupin when her new phone was up and running.

Nora watched Cetus work with quick hands, selecting options on the iPad, and presenting everything for Nora to see. This was a lot to handle in a new way. Had Nora not just shown the Cheshire cat something to fear, and in return gotten praise and a free cell phone? A phone that was billed to the lady she actually had scared. Unable to see the best in people, distrust bubbled around Nora. Her eyes shifted to the door every now and then, expecting this was a stall and the police or animal catchers would be here to get her soon. Maybe even those "hunters" Metzli and Emilio had talked about. What a joke.

"Thank you." The words felt like bricks. It wasn't something she was used to saying. Thanking people. People didn't stick around long enough to be thanked. While this whole experience was leaving her confused and unsure of how to act, she figured that was the next step. "I am glad I could help with Hellen Richardson." As boxes got ready, Nora placed them in her pockets, like a little mouse eating all of its cheese before the scientist could take it away to begin whatever odd experiment she was part of.

Part of Nora was ready to announce to Cetus that she could scare other people for them. Any place you needed her to go, she could do it. Easily. For fun. For enjoyment. For friendship. That voice was quickly shoved into a box of things to digest later. This was a trap. It had to be. A lie in its own right. Nora needed to be smarter than this game. The problem was, she couldn't see where this game was going. "I'll remember this, Cetus." That was probably the safest at this time. It wasn't an, I'll owe you, or I will give you my first child. It was an if something comes up in the future and we meet again and I can help, I'll do it.

"I hope more people are rude to you." Boxes in her pockets, Nora was starting to back up slowly. "So you can have more fun." Nora bolted. Nora wasn't sure why she ran, but she felt like she had to. A stranger being too nice to her in a store. Maybe they knew who she was and were waiting for other people to show up so they could get the reward. What was a few million spent in a store when there were millions on the line.

Before Teddy could do much of anything to ask about the girl’s real name, or anything about her she was off like a shot. Leaving the demon a little perplexed and snapping two finger guns in the direction of the swinging door. Well that was something. A neat little interaction. Wrapped up and packaged in a bow. Teddy was intensely curious about this girl, who she was, what she was (though they had an idea), and what had brought her to the store that day. Plenty of things could shatter a phone, less could lead you to have to steal its replacement. It was amusing, and a bit worrying.

The demon couldn’t help but hold a little concern for her wellbeing. Something that would absolutely hold their attention more than anything else that could possibly happen in the phone store the rest of the day. Even the (expected) frantic call from Hellen about the ‘terrifying monster’ in the store, of which Teddy assured her there wasn’t one. Citing that the ‘Strange Wicked’s Rest’ nonsense had to be getting to the woman’s head, and that it was all fine. They checked the tapes and everything. Gave her a discount on her next visit anyway. She deserved that much for being such a good sport in Ted’s big plan. Even unknowingly.

Ahh well. Maybe Ted would call up old grumpy pants and make this another case after the otter incident was resolved. Kind of felt like an invasion of privacy though. Mostly, they hoped, they’d get another chance to see her. Make sure she was alright. And hey, they had to check how the new phone was doing, right?

#chatzy #chatzy: teddy #call me mabye

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thencd · 1 year ago

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Lucifarian Family 80s Redux: Bios:

The Princess of Gluttony: Kat Lucifarian / Katriona Reagan (1984)

The fourth of the seven sins, she lures people in with a homecooked meal, only to end up eating her guests.

"I dare not hand Bon my list of men to invite in for dinner."

Name

Full Legal Name: Katriona Titania Reagan

First Name: Katriona

Meaning: A variant of 'Catriona', the Anglicized form of both Irish 'Caitríona', and the Scottish Gaelic 'Caitrìona', both are forms of 'Katherine', from the Greek name 'Aikaterine'. The etymology is debated, it could derive from an earlier Greek name 'Hekaterine', itself from 'Hekateros' meaning 'Each of the two', it could derive from the name of the goddess 'Hecate' (from the Greek 'Hekate', possibly derived from 'Hekas' meaning 'Far off'), it could be related to Greek 'Aikia' meaning 'Torture', or it could be from s Coptic name meaning 'My consecration of your name'

Pronunciation: ka-TREE-na

Origin: Irish, Scottish

Middle Name: Titania

Meaning: Perhaps based on Latin 'Titanius' meaning 'Of the Titans'

Pronunciation: ti-TAH-nee-a

Origin: Literature

Surname: Reagan

Meaning: Anglicized form of Irish 'Ó Riagáin' meaning 'Descendant of Riagán', 'Riagán' is from Old Irish 'Riacán', probably derived fron 'Ri' 'King' combined with a diminutive suffix

Pronunciation: RAY-gan

Origin: Irish

Aliases: Kat Lucifarian, The Princess of Gluttony, The Gluttonous Princess, The Giantess of Gluttony, The Giantess of Gourmandizing, The Gluttonous Giantess, The Gourmandizing Giantess, The Princess of Gluttony Kat Lucifarian, The Gluttonous Princess Kat Lucifarian, The Giantess of Gluttony Kat Lucifarian, The Giantess of Gourmandizing Kat Lucifarian, The Gluttonous Giantess Kat Lucifarian, The Gourmandizing Giantess Kat Lucifarian

Nicknames: Kat, Rio, Titan, Nia, Rea, Gunner, Kitty, Tall-Ass, Princess K, Giantess

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 26

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: European (Human)

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: White (Mixed. Both Sides White) 1/2 Irish 1/2 Scottish

Birth Date: 5th January 1958

Sexuality: Demisexual, Biromantic

Religion: Raised Irish Catholic, Wiccan

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, Irish Gaelic, Scots Gaelic, Spanish, French, Japanese

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Capricorn

Theme Song: 'Rocky Road To Dublin' - The Dubliners (1964-1972), 'Walk On The Wild Side' - Lou Reed (1972-)

Voice Actor: Catherine Tate

Singing Voice: Lady Miss Kier

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Ayr, South Ayrshire County, Scotland

Current Location: On The Road

Current Residence: Albany, Albany County, New York USA

Hometown: Blackrock, Dublin, Ireland

Appearance

Height: 7'0" / 213 cm

Weight: 250 lbs / 113 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: 4 (1 1/4 Arm Sleeve)

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Double, Both), Helix (Double, Both Sides)

Scars: Small Surgical & Accidental scars in random places

Clothing Style: Gothic / Geeky

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: Gigantism, Acromegaly, Short-Sightedness (Undiagnosed: Autism, Social Anxiety)

Medications: Has Glasses & Contact Lenses

Any Specific Diet: None (But eats a larger amount than the other girls)

Relationships

Allies: Ves Lucifarian, Bon Lucifarian, Nadia Lucifarian, Anna Lucifarian, Nora Lucifarian, Syn Lucifarian, André The Giant, Lou Albano

Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Big John Studd, Hulk Hogan, Lord Alfred Hayes, Dynamite Kid, Brutus Beefcake, Roddy Piper (Kind of)

Mentor: Ruaidhrí Reagan

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None

Parents: Ruaidhrí Reagan (56, Father), Grizel Reagan (57, Mother, Née Ross)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: None

Siblings-In-Law: None

Nieces & Nephews: None

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Hell Itself

Trainers: Dearbháil Ó Madaidhín, Ultán Reagan Croía Mac Ghabhann, Tomás Reagan, Brónach Grady, Séamas Reagan, Áine Desmond, Ruadhrí Reagan

Managers: Damo Lucifarian

Wrestlers Managed: None

Debut: 1964

Retired: N/A

Wrestling Style: Highflyer

Stables & Teams: An Teaghlach Reagan [The Reagan Family] (1964-1976), The Lucifarian Family (1976-)

Regular Moves: Double Leg Drop (To the Gut/Groin), Diving Leg Drop, Sitout Inverted Suplex Slam, Plancha, Mulekick, Feeding Frenzy (Wild Punches to the Gut), Organ Grinder (Dropkick), Hungry For Blood (Diving Clothesline), Consummation (Rope Aided Corner Dropkick), 666 / Number Of The Beast (Tiger Feint Kick From Between The Middle And Lowest Ropes), Vampire's Bite (Sitout Jawbreaker), Butcher's Knife Chops (Open-Handed Chops)

Finishers: Overfeeding (High-Angle Senton Bomb), Cheshire Grin (Inverted Facelock Neckbreaker), Eat Cake (Banzai Drop), Giantess Splash (Splash Into a Pin)

Refers To Fans As: The Gluttonous, The Gluttonous Ones, The Starved, The Starved Dogs

Commentary Name: The Ogress, The Giantess

Extras

Backstory: Katriona grew up as a tall child, permanently taller than everyone around her. Her mother the less successful sister of a specialist doctor, and her father the eighth of eight kids. No one knew how tall she would eventually be, and how much pain she'd end up in, before she got corrective surgery at the age of 20 (she stopped growing at 7'0"). She pays for everything in her life through wrestling (and her artwork), something she'd learnt from her family.

Katriona started wrestling professionally when she was 16, and back then she was only 6'0". Having a flair for the dramatic, and a desire to up the amount of money she could spend on food, Katriona trained to be a highflyer (and took a more comedic angle to her wrestling), and soon doubled her drawing power because of it, after all, it's not everyday that you see an (actual) giant do a backflip and succeed. Going under the mask, as a way to market herself as a potential threat, came soon after this.

Although, in reality, she knows deep down that she wears the mask to hide her face, and remain somewhat private in her everyday life. She would make people think that if the mask was removed, during a match, that she would become much more savage, and cannibalistic, and attempt to bite her opponent. Vesta talked her into becoming the Gluttonous Giantess, and soon after joining the Lucifarians, her natural height and weight advantage, put her on track for being the biggest draw of the group, a role Katriona doesn't like much.

Trivia:

Katriona's role is as the Mouth (sort of), Muscle (sort of), Brain (sort of), and the group's human scare tactic

Katriona is Blunt, Gloomy, Hard-Working, Reserved, Self-Indulgent and Sensitive

Katriona knows what she likes and what she wants

Katriona is willing to bleed 'hard-way' if needed

Katriona keeps to herself until she needs to speak or act

Katriona is extremely secretive

Katriona eats almost 24/7

Katriona won't talk to anyone when feeling down or missing home

Katriona is only 4 inches shorter than André

Katriona hates blading

Katriona only hates Piper due to his on-screen personality

Katriona hates Big John Studd because of his disrespectful nature, she hates Hulk Hogan because she thinks he's 'obnoxiously American', she hates Lord Alfred Hayes and Dynamite Kid, because they're British, and she hates Brutus Beefcake because he's 'so much' energy-wise

Katriona has always been tall, but also always been shorter than André

Katriona often references folk tales and mythology in her promos, managing to make them darker and scarier

Katriona's '666' is a modified '619', hence the numerical name

Katriona likes: Pumpkins, Camper vans, Pick-up Trucks, Orange (Both the colour & fruit), Trifle, Halloween, Easter, Pigs, Boars, Quad bikes, Chrysanthemums, Lager Shandy (Aka Panaché), Black clothing, Horror Movies, Comedy Movies

Katriona dislikes: Jellied Eels, VW beetles, Tractors, Neon Colours, Battenberg cake, Christmas, Mispronounced words (Samhain is not 'Sam-Hain'), Spiders, Moths, Turkey, Stinging nettles, Skirts, Short-shorts, Hospitals, Wasps, Social Events

Left: Katriona in 'Human form' (With her natural blue eyes)

Right: Kat in 'Demon form' (With orange eyes)

#Lucifarian Family Redux #Lucifarian Family #Lucifarian #original character #Reagan #1980s Universe #An Teaghlach Reagan #The Reagan Family

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Nora: Don't worry, Jaune-Jaune! I'll handle this!

Jaune: Non-lethally, right?

Nora: ...

Jaune: NON-LETHALLY, RI-

Nora: Oop! Can't hear you! Bye~!

#rwby #osp #overly sarcastic productions #jaune arc #nora valkyrie

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hii i was wondering, do you have any more info you could share about estelle? i don't think i've seen anyone make xiii ocs and i can tell you've put a lot of thought and love into her so now i'm really curious to learn more lol esp how she and her relationship with snow/serah develops through everything that happens in the xiii saga (esp in xiii-2, poor girl must have been going Through It 😭) - i understand if you don't want to type out a big wall of text though, just whatever you feel comfortable w/sharing!

OMG I would LOVE to overshare about Estelle! I actually have an entire canon list in my drafts that I haven't posted yet, since the bottom half is pretty bare.

Just to establish some basic info on the changes I made re:XIII-trilogy canon:

XIII: Serah is the seventh party member. Aside from Serah’s inclusion, the events during XIII stay, largely, the same. Lightning and Serah are separated early-on.

XIII-2: Follows the events of XIII-2 closely. Estelle is an antagonist, working with Caius* to find a way to keep Serah from dying.

*working together in the sense they both want to stop her from succeeding. Estelle is aware of Caius’ end goal, but has no intention of intervening.

LR: Follows the events of LR closely. Estelle, officially, leads Snow’s guards; however, she’s been leaving more and more, desperate to find out a way to fulfill his Focus.

Post-LR: Serah is busy wrapping up her final year at university. Snow, Estelle, as well as the NORA gang, live together in a quiet beachside town.

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Some general summary about Estelle:

Estelle has trouble forming meaningful bonds. She finds it hard to take an interest in others and tends to act in an antagonistic way. She is afraid of vulnerability, and thus often acts independently.

Estelle tends to view relationships in a transactional way. Most of her adult relationships fall under this category (coworkers, failed romantic relationships she pursued out of loneliness, peers she considers acquaintances at best).

Her main paradigms are Medic, Synergist, and Commando. You can read more about her battle stats here.

She is a Cocoon l'Cie.

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Background:

Early age: Estelle is one of many children raised by the Church of Gabriel* located in Palumpolum. She's very shy and has trouble making friends. One of the youth volunteers–a 15 year-old girl named Thea–notices and pays a lot of attention to her.

Estelle, who is 6 years old at this point, latches on. She later considers Thea to be her sister and role model.

*Gabriel is a fal'Cie who is linked to conception, pregnancies, births–essentially, its main function is to ensure Cocoon's population continues to grow and it also acts as a massive database that logs every single birth on Cocoon. A church is built in its name, because why wouldn't the Sanctum use religion to build their own image and take advantage of humanity's belief in the greater unknown? Gabriel is depicted as a kind mother who loves humans.

15 years old: Estelle enrolls into a program to become a part of the church's guard*, hoping to work alongside/under Thea eventually. However, that are rumors of traitors among the guard...

*like the other military groups, they're tasked with protecting Cocoon against Pulse invasion. However, higher members are tasked with exposing and taking out suspected anti-Sanctum rebel groups; as well as, cover-ups.

Thea works under one of the top members; both of whom are later revealed to have conspired with anti-Sanctum groups. On paper, they're both KIA.

One day, Estelle is brought into questioning–nothing official: a small room with someone she considered like-family as well. Given her close relationship with Thea–who has often brought her along to meetings when young–she, unwittingly, ends up giving away the location of their hideout.

After learning the truth, Estelle is confused, feels betrayed (both by the person she told and by Thea's actions), and feels immensely guilty.

The next few years, she continues to train under the program and rises through the ranks; however, her faith is fractured as she learns more about the corruption within the church and the Sanctum.

(Gonna end this part here, because I could actually go on forever.)

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Her relationship with Snow and Serah (and, really, the others) in XIII:

Early-game, when the group is separated, she ends up being paired with Serah. At this point, Serah still show some hesitation–which pisses Estelle off and causes her to lash out at (she sees a lot of her own fears and weaknesses mirrored in her). Their early dynamic involves a lot of Serah wanting to prove Estelle wrong.

Estelle hates Snow's idealism and, from her POV, blind belief in others. She wants to tear him down so badly. She's, especially, antagonistic towards him.

On Gran Pulse: she ends up leaving the group from a mix of being burnt-out, feeling hopeless, and a massive inferiority from being unable to share in their camaraderie. Of course, she gets herself into trouble by picking a fight with some massive beast to prove something she doesn't need to prove. Thankfully, they find her before she dies (hahahaha).

She loses the emblem she took from Thea's old uniform (she wore it instead of her own issued emblem and often messed with it). She's so depressed and quiet (hahaha).

Vanille notices that she keeps reaching for the spot the emblem used to be. And because Snow can't keep to his own business–he's determined to find it.

When they do find it–it was a long back trek and hours of digging through mud–Estelle is so, genuinely, surprised and touched that she bursts into tears (she needed a good cry for, like, five years). This is when she starts opening up.

Since Estelle is still awful and awkward (she's trying really hard NOT to be an asshole); she approaches Snow and Serah the most (partly out of familiarity; mostly because she feels guilty for how she acted).

Eventually, she starts getting... comfortable and often follows one or both of them around (she's clingy hahahaha).

At the end, she "confesses" in a "let's keep being good friends" (LOL) sort of way, but more heartfelt and awkward.

Gap between XIII > XIII-2:

Estelle chose to help settle New Bodhum. She tries hard to be proactive and helpful, but ends up just... hanging around Snow and Serah again. It's... endearing?

After spending, like, a year together, Estelle just. Realizes she's crushing hard and this is a Disaster. And it's obvious when she realizes, because she starts acting like a jerk again.

Her confession was... it was embarrassing.

XIII-2:

At this point, they're dating for... two years? Estelle's tied a lot of her identity to their relationship, so she is attached to both of them in an unhealthy way. It's not exactly a problem, because they're all still young and haven't recognized the red flags yet (lol).

Estelle has a dream of Serah dying... it's realistic and terrifying and fills her with this massive sense of dread and she just can't lose anyone again. When Snow suggests finding Lightning, she is pissed. She lets him leave unhappily (and when they meet again, she is so fucking angry that he got branded again).

When she learns Serah really IS dying... god, she almost loses it. She accepts to aid Caius in stopping Serah and Noel. Her paradox ending is trapping Serah in a dream-like state.

They have one last date on her request.

When Serah dies, Estelle is truly heartbroken. And thus starts her obsession with keeping Snow alive in LR.

XIII-2 > LR:

Estelle spends many years blaming Lightning for Serah's death.

LR:

Estelle spends five centuries driving herself and Snow mad, trying to find a way to "fulfill" his Focus. She gets worse as times goes by and often leaves for long and longer periods of time.

Eventually, it hits a point where she realizes she's only making Snow miserable and adding to his stress (and contributing to a faster death). So, she leaves. No, she doesn't tell him; she writes a letter (and he does not read it).

Despite leaving, Estelle still continues her pointless hunt. It's only when she meets Lightning that she finally accepts that she can't save Snow and she begs Lightning to save him.

They do reunite, however, and choose to spend their last few days being together and remembering Serah. Happy ending, I guess?

Post-LR:

Lots of therapy. Estelle is learning to be okay with being alone and finding ways to enjoy herself that doesn't revolve around her relationships.

They don't get back together immediately. Though Snow and Serah still care and are open to the idea, it's hard to just... pretend what happened didn't happen. Their first few months is spent learning and being comfortable again.

And that's about it so far!

#j answers #snstse canon #oc posting #this is SO long LOL #this isn't even main canon–there's two #main canon goes after XIII and explores the after and is very less focused on making snow and estelle unhappy and more on domestic fluff #anyways i'm going to frame this ask in my mind thaaaaanks!

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