#oh corra my corra

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

hi alex! 🐇 bunny: what’s a song that you really like? 

Sweet Corra!

That is...a very long list! My current favorite is probably American Teenager by Ethel Cain

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

Thanks for the tag, Corra!

I get to kiss Tom Bennett and I think we all know how genuinely thrilled I am at this prospect

No pressure tags: @jadore-andor @middimidoris @magpie-to-the-morning @massivecolorspygiant @cheesybadgers @a-bang-for-your-bucky

🎄Mistletoe Checkpoint! 🎄

Last saved character in your camera roll is who you have to kiss

(Created a new text post because the other is clogging the dash)

I was tagged by @sleepingsun501 !!

I get to kiss:

Well hello, Commander 👀

No pressure tags: @lady--kenobi @kaminocasey @justanothersadperson93 @corrabell @cyarbika @saturnsokas

[pinkyqil]

Would you ever write for Irene Paredes? I feel like a fluffy mom fix with her would be so cute.

Butterfly // Irene paredes kid fic

Summary: Irene and her kid spend the day at barca training grounds and she's just wilding

A/n: I honestly enjoyed writing this send in some Ileana request, might be one of my favorite kid fic that I wrote so send in more requests you want of her and Irene, too the anon who sent this request I hope i got it right cause it was between Irene x r with a child or Irene + child, and I went with Irene + child r if this isn't what you wanted you can always send it in again and I'll do it properly hope y'all are enjoying my writing we'll be ignoring any mistakes has there yet to be finally edited.

© PINKYQIL

You've been good all day for mami meaning you get to go too tomorrow's partice getting to see your favorites people's and run around a ball the whole day.

Mami had promised to take you with her if you showed that you could be on your best behavior which you did and tomorrow you get the vist the barça girles.

You we're so excited that you went to bed early praying that tomorrow would come really quick.

Mami had gotten you this all black training kit that was just for you which the girls fanned over cause of how adorable they found you in it.

Irene woke you up a little earlier than the usual time she gets you up. after getting you and her dressed it was time for breakfast she gave you some waffles and sausage and grape juice one of your favorites.

You thought to yourself that today must be really special since mami gave you a special breakfast something different from what you usually have.

"Mami up up car now finish eating can we go to prawctice now". You asked basically rushing her, for a soon to be five fingers old you speak very well.

"un momento baby let mami finish cleaning up before we go okay why don't you go make sure we got everything packed in your training bag okay".she told

"Okay". you told her before running of to make sure you had everything.

"Aye cariño, no corras". she told you

"Si mami". You replied but just walking a little faster instead of running.

Finally arriving at practice with what felt like eternity you had gotten excited the moment mamì pulled up at the parking lot. With that you'd Immediately taken off your sit belt from your big girl car sit and opening the car door to run off.

Irene who quickly parked properly before scolding you. to make sure no one got hurt along with you.

"Oh dios mio Ileana we don't do that". she told you with the scary voice.

"lo siento mami". you told her before taking her hand after worrying her with the stunt you had pulled just now.

"Ai Irene don't be harsh on the little one she's just having a little fun".

mapi came into the conversation after spotting you both getting out and your crazy little stunt.

"Maria your child might be allowed to do crazy stuff but that doesn't mean my should". Irene told her injured teammate.

Before both adults could say any more you had spotted Caro and Marta coming out of their car.

which you sprinted your little legs over to them.

"Ro Ro Ta Ta". You said greeting the couple as they picked you up.

"nena how are you". Marta said while holding your hands so you wouldn't run away from irene again.

"Good me go training today". you told her

" We can see darling how about we walk in together while your mama gets your stuff". she said

"Irene wil take her inside with us". caro told her.

"Thank you guys don't run around while I'm not there Peque stay with you aunties and wait for me bébé . She told you.

The whole day training was fun you got to spend the whole day with your favorite aunties and wacht the youngsters pull one of the funniest pranks on the older girls you'd laugh even though mamí told you not too.

You'd got passed around training to see what different excerise the girls were doing. You had play time with vicky esme and jana who had fun playing dolly with you.

After a while Irene finally let you go more further into the pitch with your ball but you had to stay closer.

You tried getting way more distant than you should cause you saw a group of butterfly and seek them out.

Until you got pulled back by lucy who saw you trying to escape your original spot.

"Where are going Peque". She questioned you

"Butterfly". you pointed for her to see before running around trying to catch them.

"Ileana what did we say about running around like this in practice". Mami scolded you

"Irene let her have a little fun she's been very good the whole day let her chase". Alexia butted in especially after seeing how happy you look.

"Fine don't run that much bèbè". she yelled so you could hear.

"gracias mami". You told her before chasing after the butterfly with mapi who honestly couldn't keep up with a four year old

"Ai marià you can't keep up with four year old or what".alexia told her with a teasing tone making the whole group laugh.

"She's very fast even you yourself wouldn't be able to keep up". mapi said trying to catch her breath she was definitely done chasing a four year old and butterflies.

Irene came swooping you up and carrying you so you could get a better view of the lovely butterfly and how pretty they're. you tried catching them now that you were closer but

"No we don't hurt them". Mami told you with her stern voice.

"but I want. You tried telling her

"No Peque you can't have them okay".

"Fine". you said grumpy but to tired too do anything.

The ended with you falling asleep on the drive back home mama had gotten you a new toy butterfly. and made you your special spaghetti that you got all over yourself thinking you could feed yourself.

You went to bed early so you could grown bed and strong like your mama to play football like her one day.

[nightlyrequiem]

Be Still My Heart

Chapter 5- Interference

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You're the best in the meth industry but a new product suddenly pops up. You and your boss, Valeria, must figure out who is making it so you can take back the market. All the while tension is building between the two of you.

A/N: I hate this chapter lol. Might release the next one early as an apology for this pitiful excuse for literature. Maybe I'm being too hard on myself. I've been hating Everything recently...

Tags/Warnings: Illegal Substances, Boss Employee Relationship, Angst, Some Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Manipulation, Suggestive Themes, Smut (But Only in CH20.), Dual POV

Corra stands in front of Valeria, face carefully blank as Valeria speaks to her. 

"El Sin Nombre wants you to check out the Texan border." Valeria orders. Beneath her calm, almost bored exterior, Valeria is seething. Blood boiling inside of her veins at the very sight of Corra. With her cute little curls and glossed lips. Who is she trying to impress? You, probably.

"Sure, but why?" She asks. Her question makes Valeria bristle. 

"Because he said so." Valeria says, barely concealing her animosity. "You aren't questioning El Sin Nombre, are you?"

Corra shifts uncomfortably. "No."

Valeria is still somewhat convinced, in her deluded mind, that Corra's intentions with you are of an ill nature. She has no proof to think this way, but Valeria has always trusted her gut. It kept her alive in the army and it kept her alive in the cartel. And it's going to keep you with her.

"Good." She nods. "Take Sanchez, Dominic, and Maria with you." 

There isn't anything at the Texan border. It's a giant waste of time but it will keep Corra away from you long enough for Valeria to fix things.

Corra shifts again.

"How long does he want us to be gone for?" She asks. "I just have this thing on Friday..."

Thing. Is she embarrassed to call it a date? Valeria was right. Corra can't be trusted. She'll take your fragile little heart and crush it in her soft, moisturized palms.

"... Five days." Valeria says. Corra frowns.

"Oh. Could someone else go in my place then?"

Valeria frowns. Irritated that Corra thinks she has the right to ask for a switch. 

"No." Valeria denies coldly. "Whatever it is you have on Friday, cancel it."

Corra frowns as well. Clearly unhappy with her orders but she knows better than to voice her displeasure. "Alright, understood."

"Good. Dismissed."

Before she leaves Valeria tells her to find you and bring you to her office.

Valeria contemplates simply killing Corra to get her out of the way. It's the simplest solution. It would be so unnecessary though, and Corra, Valeria begrudgingly admits, is a useful member of the cartel. No matter. by the time Corra returns you won't want anything to do with her. You shouldn't have wanted anything to do with her in the first place. Valeria had assumed you felt something for her too. At times she even thought you may have been flirting, with your wide stare and dry remarks. When you'd wear a low-cut shirt and lean down ever so slightly. Were you not trying to show off your cleavage? Valeria can feel a headache coming on.

She lights up a cigarette and takes a relieving inhale. Letting the smoke travel down into her lungs. She really needs to quit. The scent of her bad habit trails after like a storm cloud. She had the opportunity to quit when she was in prison for a few months. For whatever reason getting cigarettes was harder than coke. She felt like she was losing her mind when she didn't have access to a smoke, yet the junkies were able to shoot up in the corner. Who smuggles in heroin but not fucking cigarettes? Valeria blows out a gray ring. she regrets that first smoke she had when she got out. Valeria knows you aren't the biggest fan of smokers. Your nose is overly sensitive, and you've given her shit for smoking near you a few times. Sometimes, Valeria will purposefully light one up near you just to see that little disgusted sneer. 

Valeria wonders if the smell has seeped into her skin. If you were to bury your nose into the crook of her neck, would you smell her or smoke? Her contemplations are cut short as you knock. She waits for you to enter like you normally do but you just stand there expectantly.

"... Come in." She says. You finally stride in, eyes darting disapprovingly to the smoke held between her fingers. Before Valeria can speak, you open your mouth.

"Why are you sending Corra to the border?" You ask. Not sounding angry but certainly not pleased. Valeria leans back. Annoyed that you want to talk about Corra. Corra, Corra, Corra. There is nothing special about Corra.

"There's been some issues I want checked out, why?" She asks calmly.

"I was just wondering." You say. Not wanting to reveal she's who you're going out with. Too bad Valeria already knows.

Valeria stubs out her cigarette despite it not even being half finished.

"I sent Sanchez, Dominic, and Maria with her." Valeria tells you. "Why, worried she'll make the bet without you?"

You furrow your brows. "What bet?"

"She's supposed to ask someone out and stand them up." Valeria shrugs. "I'm not sure nor do I care. Diego is the one who told me."

"What do you mean?" You ask, voice unnaturally flat. "We're not teenagers, nobody here would ask out someone else as a joke."

Valeria worries you won't buy it. It's a very juvenile explanation but it's the first one she thought of and she's short on time. Really, she's counting on the fact that you were probably picked on in school and asked out as a joke. She knows you probably were since the people she asked out as jokes were similar to you. Minus the charm and intrigue.

Valeria shrugs.

"The ones making the bet are younger." She says. "Corra is what, twenty-three? Sanchez is only nineteen."

"Diego is pushing forty." You mutter indignantly.

"Diego is an idiot."

You pause and chew on the inside of your cheek. "Corra is who I'm going out with on Friday." You admit. Valeria pretends to be surprised.

"Oh, I see." She hums without much sympathy. "How childish."

You seem incredibly bothered at the idea of being the recipient of something so immature. Like you can't believe the grown adults you work with have the same mentality of children. You're upset. Valeria takes the opportunity to touch you, laying her hand on yours.

To Valeria's displeasure you retract your hand. Valeria straightens and shoves away the embarrassment she feels at your rejection.

"We have more important things to talk about." She says, voice considerably less warm. "I discussed the next course of action with Diego."

"Mhm."

"He wants to check out Pajaro Azul-"

"It's not from Pajaro Azul."

Valeria frowns at the interruption, feeling a spike of annoyance. "We can't rule out that possibility." She speaks. "I'm going to wait to see how your sugar recipe sells. If it starts selling as good or better than the yellow stuff, then we'll focus our energy on that before we crack down on it."

You nod but Valeria can tell meth is low on the list of things you care about at the moment.

You're so... downtrodden. A lot more affected by the news than Valeria thought you'd be. It's a good thing Valeria stopped this date from happening. You haven't even had any time to bond with the girl and you're already heartbroken. What a sad, fragile thing you are. Corra would have absolutely destroyed you. Valeria is doing this for your own good. Better to be sad before any real attachments are formed.

"Well, I guess I'm free on Friday now." You sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose. Valeria knows you do that when you have a headache coming on. Does Corra know that? She thinks not. "If you were still wanting to sit in on the process."

Valeria wishes you were a little happier at the prospect of spending time with her. 

"Yeah." Valeria nods. Feeling much less stressed now that Corra is out of the way. She knows you'll go out of your way to avoid her now. Either from anger or embarrassment. Her pleasure at her successful game of emotional manipulation fades a little. A small part of her does feel bad for how hurt you seem, but it's for the best. You and Valeria work well together, you have good chemistry. Corra would disrupt all of that and Valeria doesn't do well with change. It doesn't help that the thought of anyone else between your legs makes her feel sick.

[astudyinfreewill]

ADAM INFILTRATING BOUDICCA!!!! YOUR MIND!!!! pls elaborate the people need this

oh boy!!! unfortunately my brain is a little too fried from work (i just think video calls of over two hours should be illegal unless you’re bantering with the besties) to come up with any actual plot but like. ok hear me out.

i simply think that it’s such a tragic waste of potential to have this guy who is paralleled with criminals not once, not twice, not thrice but FOUR times (kavinsky/declan/the gray man/mór o corra) and not have him be a little criminal at least ONCE. in fact i genuinely thought, after we were introduced to the fairy market in cdth - what a fucking cool concept btw, and hey isn’t it insane that these were marketed as kids’ books in some forums?? - that this was the direction we were headed!!! bc like declan brings ronan to the market, and tells him to be cool and calculated and wary, but of course ronan is ronan, so that doesn’t end up happening so much. you know however who IS cool and calculated and wary and would have done so so well in such an environment? yeah, you got it, good old adam “lizard son” parrish.

there are hints of this grittiness potential throughout trc as well i think. for instance, adam is the one who thinks to get his dad’s gun at the end of trb; and granted, he actually does so out of protectiveness for his awful mother (because the one thing that keeps adam distinct from his shadier narrative foils is that he has a huge heart, and he keeps choosing goodness even when it’s not his first instinct) - but he still is the one who reaches into that seedier world, where ronan would rather wield a chivalrous sword and gansey shies back from weapons altogether.

we also know what adam is capable of when he doesn’t chose goodness, even if he usually does it for sentimental reasons still: for example, refusing to spare whelk after whelk threatened to kill gansey; or, more glaringly, hatching a nefarious plan to blackmail greenmantle when he threatened ronan’s life. yes he had good reasons for his actions, but he can and WILL go darkside if need be. my dude plotted out a whole criminal case involving grisly child murders specifically to make sure that greenmantle would not only be put away, but put away for a crime that had very good chances of getting him killed.

the other characters are aware of this too - greenmantle himself, yes, but we also get admiring comments from the other two overtly criminal characters in the series - from declan calling adam “a creepily clever little fuck” to the gray man thinking that adam is “cool and resourceful” under pressure and would handle himself well specifically in the context of a shootout. his “criminal adjacent” characterisation stays consistent with that in the trilogy, from scamming rich kids with blatantly fake tarot readings, to oh yeah— hacking into several government databases apparently???

so yeah, when boudicca was introduced as a powerful, shady organisation operating within the magical mafia world, of COURSE i thought adam was gonna be a part of that plot. i was not entirely serious about him infiltrating them since it’s an all-women collective, but he could certainly infiltrate their records if he so chose. a guy who can both hack into your computer AND scry into your thoughts? a guy who’ll point a gun at you AND call down lighting from the sky? that’s a scary fucking opponent, man. i wouldn’t want him for an enemy.

anyway yeah these are my thoughts on mob wife adam who would actually be a lot better at the mob life than his supposed mob husband ronan “let me just hand over my social security number” lynch

[dreamersbcll]

“The end”

Screaming. She could hear screaming. Why was there screaming? It was almost Christmas. Santa surely would put them on the naughty list.

Tara toddled down the stairs, holding onto the railing as she went. The walls felt as if they were rattling from all the yelling. She could tell it was Sam and her mami going at it. It wasn’t unusual for the two to scream at each other. But there was typically some peace before Christmas that they usually adhered to. It was uncommon for a fight to happen so close to the holiday.

She peeked around the corner, seeing that her mami was holding a wine bottle, red-faced and screaming at Sam. Her big sister was halfway between the kitchen and living room, holding a book. Both were tense, hands at the ready for some fight.

“Your father did this to me! ¡El mismísimo diablo! He forced me to have you; I didn’t want you!” her mami screamed, spilling wine as she threw her hands around.

(The devil himself)

Sam bared her teeth, her muscles taut. “Oh yeah? Did he force you to fuck him and have me? I wish you didn’t have me! ¡Ojalá no me hubiera enterado de que era mi padre, zorra!.

(I wish I hadn’t found out he was my father, you bitch)

Tara walked out into the line of fire. Sam was upset. She hated seeing Sammy upset. She usually reverted to Spanish when she was feeling emotional. Normally she tried to speak English when Tara was around so she could learn better, but right now, something was wrong. Her big sister looked like she needed a hug. Tara could help her.

“¿Por qué gritas? Es Navidad. We don’t yell on Christmas?” she softly said, her big brown eyes widening at the sight of the two women screaming.

(Why are you yelling? It’s Christmas)

She turned to her big sister. “¿Qué pasa mi fuerte guerrera?” she whispered, staring up at Sam with big doe eyes.

(What’s wrong, my guardian?)

Sam faltered at the sight of Tara, her voice dying out. She swiftly descended the floor, kneeling at Tara’s feet.

“Oh mi cielo. No deberías estar aquí abajo. Why don’t you go back upstairs? Subiré pronto. Podemos jugar con muñecas, ¿sí?” she soothed, moving a piece of hair behind Tara’s ears.

(Oh, my sky. You shouldn’t be down here. Why don’t you go upstairs? We can play with dolls, yeah?)

Tara nodded, turning around to go back upstairs. But she was stopped by something hitting her in the back of the head, shattering onto the ground. She fell forward, crying at the pain in her knees and head. Glass. There was glass around her. A broken wine glass. What did she do?

“Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you? Ella no es parte de esto. ¡Déjala en paz!” Sam screamed, throwing the book at her mother. Sam missed, her mother ducking as the book hit the china cabinet, shattering the door.

(She’s not a part of this. Leave her alone!)

“Mami,” Tara whimpered, her head aching. There was blood on her knees. She had just gotten this dress. It was ruined. Sam was at her side, helping her stand up. She spun Tara around, hands firmly on her shoulders.

“Tara. Mi Amor. Necesito que corras arriba y cierres la puerta. I’ll be there soon, okay? ¡Vamos, rápido!” she hissed, pushing Tara towards the stairs.

(My love. I need you to run upstairs and shut the door. Quickly.)

Unfortunately, their mother had other ideas, lurching forward as if she was going to grab Tara. Sam stood up, pushing Tara behind her to shield her from her mother.

“Don’t you fucking touch her! This is between you being a slut and sleeping with a serial killer, not Tara!” Sam shouted, pushing her mother back.

Christina Carpenter smiled a wicked, chilling smile. It gave Tara goosebumps, shivering despite the pounding in her head.

“She’s a part of this just as much as you are. She is a Carpenter through and through. Es hora de que tu hermana descubra con qué clase de monstruo estás emparentada. ¡Un asesino!”.

(It’s time for your sister to discover what kind of monster you’re related to. A killer!)

“No, I’m not! I’m not like him! This is your fault! It’s all your fucking fault!” screamed Sam, one of her spare hands reaching for Tara’s. Tara caught them, holding her hand tight. Sam needed comfort. Tara would give it to her.

Instead of answering, her mother threw another dish at Sam’s head. Sam ducked, scooping Tara up and shielding her from the explosion of shattering glass.

“Fuck you!” Sam spat, holding Tara to her chest. Tara buried her head into her big sister’s shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut and started counting to one hundred. Sam would take her away from this. She would be safe. This would be over. Sam would make sure she was okay.

One. Two. Three.

Before their mami could retaliate, their papi walked through the door, clearly perplexed at the broken glass and blood on Tara’s dress.

Doce. Trece. Catorce.

“Jesus Christ, what’s going on?” he asked, struggling to decide which person to comfort. His eyes darted between the blood dribbling onto Sam’s shirt from the cut under Tara’s eye to his wife holding a stack of ceramic plates like it was a weapon.

Veintidós. Veintitrés. Veinticuatro.

“Oh, nothing, Mr. Carpenter,” Sam said cooly, holding Tara tight.

He raised an eyebrow at that, clearly annoyed. “I’m your papi, mija. You’ll respect me by calling me papi in my own house, got it?”.

Cuarenta. Cuarenta y uno. Cuarenta y dos.

Sam laughed, throwing her head back and interrupting Tara’s counting. A cold, hollow laugh. It made Tara sob, hearing her sister sound like that. Sam patted her back, laying the final blow on her parents.

“Oh no. Tú no eres mi padre. See, your wife here fucked Billy Loomis. You know, the serial killer of Woodsboro. Don’t worry. I’m not yours. Not that you ever wanted me anyways,” she hissed, staring daggers at her mother.

(You are not my father)

Tara remembers the fighting after that. The way Sam sprinted up the stairs holding her tight, barricading them into her room. She remembers helping Sam push the bed against the door and how their mami put her fist through the wooden door.

She remembers Sam sobbing, holding Tara to her chest like a teddy bear, the two hiding in her closet from their mami and Papi.

That was the last time Tara was held and kissed by Sam again.

That fateful night in December.

[unmotivated-student]

How about an au where qRoier is a police officer and qCellbit is a famous private detective hired by the government to assist the police with a really difficult case?

In this, Cellbit would be used to working alone so he wouldn't be very excited when Roier was assigned as his assistant during his investigation. At first he refuses to have him as a partner/assistant even tries to push him away but little by little he begins to get used to Roier's presence, there begins to be more and more trust between the two until all of this leads to the realization that what they both feel for each other may be more than simple affection/companionship.

∆∆∆

"Why did you follow me?"

"Why didn't you tell your sexy police assistant that you were coming to investigate this place?"

"Because I don't need a "assistant", I can investigate and deduce by myself"

"And that's how it works, you are going to do all your enigma and mystery stuff while I use bullets and fists when necessary, you are more like the brain and I'm the muscle that contributes from time to time"

∆∆∆

"Be careful"

"Aaaww so you DO care about me"

"I mean, be careful you don't contaminate my crime scene"

"Did you have to ruin the moment like that?"

"It was you who didn't let me finish the sentence"

"Culero"

"Pendejo"

∆∆∆

"There is a small problem"

"What is it?"

"We may have fallen into a trap and we are in danger here"

"No mames"

"Yeah, if I'm not wrong, this place may explode in a couple of minutes"

"I told you it was strange that the murderer left clues on how to find them, and you call yourself a detective?! ¡¿No que muy detective cabrón?!"

"¡Cale a boca e corra, filho da puta! We have to get out of here, you can say "I told you so" as many times as you want when we're outside!"

∆∆∆

"Why did you decide to be a detective?"

"It's a long story"

"Isn't there a short version I can listen to?"

"I like solving mysteries and I'm pretty good at it"

"And that's it?" Cellbit nodded "I feel like that wasn't even 2% of the full story" Cellbit nodded again.

"And why did you decide to be a police officer?"

"Long story"

"Can I listen to the short version too?"

"The uniform looks sexy on me" They both broke loose laughing. "Someday will I be able to hear the full version of your story Cellbo?"

"Let's make a deal, when this is all over, let's go for a coffee and exchange stories, what do you think?"

"Oh, how subtle Mr. Detective, if you wanted a date with me, you just had to ask for it"

"Pendejo"

"We're both pendejos, aren't we?" Roier laughed.

"I think you're right, we are"

"And I accept the deal"

"What-..?"

"Let's go get that coffee when we have that criminal behind bars" Roier smiled.

Cellbit's brain stopped working for a moment and the only thing he could think was "Has Roier's smile always been this bright?"

I see romcom potential with this idea and I would like to know if someone has already written something like this because I want to read it :D

Edit: If there is anyone in the world who wants to use this, you can do so.

[I was playing the great ace attorney when this hit my brain xd]

[enkisstories]

Phasma: "What's Lord Ren doing outside?"

Agnon: "Oh, he's probably communing with the dark side. We shouldn't pester him."

Meanwhile Kylo: *tried to light the campfire*

Kylo: "Well, the helmet has survived the fire."

Hux: "You. Look. Beyond. Silly."

Kylo: "So, do I? Well, here's the good news: The rags are still salvageable, so one of you sorry bunch has the sudden urge to take up sewing!!!"

Hux: Sometimes I'm embarassed to admit I know him.

Corra: Not wanting to brag, but volunteering for the kitchen shift was my best idea ever. Serve the First Order faithfully, but don't get involved with High Command in any way, shape or form!

Kylo: "Tomorrow morning I will decide which of you will have been the least useful so far. That one has to sew my robe."

[pegasus-parfait]

A green-like figure walked on the outskirts like a supermodel that tried to look for more prey in order to increase her powers. Then, she looked at around at a mother walking with her daughter nearby on the spot before flew off with the snakes on her head and landed in front of the two humans who were seeing her with horrible shocks.

"Sssurprissse~!" Valentina exclaimed. "Did I ssscare you?"

"Oh my God! You're that deadly snake lady, Valentina!" The mother trembled herself and her veins horribly to see the snake woman and made herself and daughter burst to tears.

Suddenly, Corra, one of Valentina's snake mates (sorta), flew herself and tied the unnamed mother's daughter up in the midair.

"Mommy, help me!!" The unnamed daughter screamed in agony while pleading for her mom.

"No please! Don't put my daughter into your cheap evil tactics--"

"WHAT CHEAP EVIL TACTICSSS?!!" Valentina totally pissed off about that insult and fabulously kicked the mother aside on the ground unconscious. "Don't you DARE underestimate the power of Valentina!!"

The poor unnamed daughter continued to cry and this time it was even louder this time while still tied up by Corra!

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!"

"Nobody can sssave you now, dear!!" The snake lady tried to taunt the little girl and laughed like an evil lady clown.

"Cure Finale, please help me!!" The little girl loudly called Finale's name in the sky that surprised Valentina, who was expected to hear the name of her archenemy that was Darna from the kid's mouth, but it wasn't. It was someone else.

"What did you sssay?! You're not gonna call for help from Darna?! Then, I WILL KILL YOU INSTEAD!!!!" The snake lady was about to crush the kid mercilessly.

"Finale Bouquet!"

They heard a loud shout coming from above. Cure Finale appeared, her main weapon already in her hand, and aimed directly at Valentina. She shot a powerful beam of energy towards her, forcing her to back away from the child and her mother. Cure Finale landed in front of them, shielding them from the snake lady and her lackeys.

"You must be a coward to attack a defenseless mother and her child!" She said, her voice filled with anger. "Leave them alone immediately or you'll face judgement!"

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

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Corra, I would kill for you, I would die for you

[wisteria-lodge]

It would be nice if people would stop hopping on my Good Omens post about Crowley's roman look telling me about Corra the Celtic snake goddess. "Celtic" by itself is so vague as to not really mean anything, "Corra" seems to have been invented by someone named Priestess Brandi Auset in 2006 (possibly inspired by Dearg Corra, minor (male) villian in the Fenian cycle? unclear.) And oh my god there are no snakes in ireland. The Tara brooch doesn't have snakes on it. It has stylized elongated wolves and dragon-creatures, which are not the same thing! they have feet!

Christianity did not demonize or stop snake worship in Ireland because there was no snake worship in ireland!!!

a concerning amount of witchblr will be like "um actually new years was stolen by europeans from the ancient god scroobus mcdoobus" and then you actually try to research scroobus mcdoobus and it turns out he was invented in the 1940s by a conspiracy theorist who powdered every meal with ketamine and thinks that queer people are reincarnated fish

[nightlyrequiem]

Be Still My Heart

Chapter 3- Trials and Tribulations

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New Chapter Every Saturday

You're the best in the meth industry but a new product suddenly pops up. You and your boss, Valeria, must figure out who is making it so you can take back the market. All the while tension is building between the two of you.

A/N: I have a job interview on Monday! Hope I get the job, but also the idea of working is filling me with dread! But also, I need to start saving up for university! And I need to get my application ready by early October! The only stress relieving activity I have is my writing now.

Tags/Warnings: Illegal Substances, Boss Employee Relationship, Angst, Some Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Manipulation, Suggestive Themes, Smut (But Only in CH20.), Dual POV

The incessant buzzing of the obnoxious florescent lights rarely bothers you, but tonight they're giving you a terrible headache. One that started at the back of your neck and slowly migrated to behind your eyes. A steady, painful throb. Your back is growing sore from how long you've been hunched over your desk, one hand holding up your head, the other lazily scribbling down words and numbers. A growing pile of discarded papers ripped from your notebook mock you from the red tiled floor. A physical reminder of your inability to come up with something satisfactory. You should take a break, you know this, but you fear stopping will disrupt your flow.

And what a great flow it is. It has more in common with a trickle of rainwater beside a sidewalk than it does with a roaring river. You didn't think it would be so hard to add more sugar to a meth recipe, but you're unsure if it will even mix correctly with some of the other ingredients. There's also the matter of its state. Should you melt it? Just pour it in the mix as is? You sit straight and stretch. Raising your arms and twisting your back. There's a dull crack and a slight pinch in your lower spin but the stiffness is alleviated for the time being.

You're feeling stressed about this. What happens if you can't figure out a way to correctly mix the sugar in? You frown, which only worsens your headache. Everything was so simple when all you had to worry about was making the meth high quality. Now you have to contend with new mixtures. You're not even a real chemist, you just took a natural shine to it in high school and didn't do anything more with it. Now instead of honing in on your natural understanding of the chemical world and working with scientists on vaccine or medicine or literally anything actually important, you're hidden away down in an underground lab cooking meth for a drug lord.

The metal door creaks open, and you hear light footsteps approaching. Turning to look you see Corra and her full head of curls approaching you. She smiles easily, full lips pulled back to reveal slightly uneven teeth. It's one of those contagious smiles that make you smile back despite your mood. 

"You've been down here for hours." She remarks, leaning against the wall. Corra looks around, surveying the space. "Do you even have a bathroom down here?"

"I pee in a cup." You deadpan. Corra just looks at you, brows furrowing. You feel the need to clarify. "I'm joking."

"Oh." She huffs, breaking out into a small, relieved grin.

Corra leans over your shoulder to peer at your mess of notes.

"What's all that?" She asks you.

"I'm trying to come up with a different recipe for my meth." You sigh. "There's something new going around the streets and it's sweeping through our customers like a disease." You feel a fresh wave of bitterness. At first you marveled at the creation of the orange substance but now you're just pissed off. You're sure it's not originating from Las Almas which means it's big enough to hop cities, states, maybe even the border.

"Looks complicated." She frowns. "You must be so smart to be able to do all that."

You don't feel very smart. If you were, maybe you wouldn't be down here still trying to properly form ratios. "Thank you, Corra." You respond politely. You've learned to just accept compliments even if you don't really believe them. It makes conversations so much easier.

Corra walks up to the large metal cooking contraption and lifts a finger up, caressing the cool surface. You can make out her distorted image on the side. The curving metal dulling her colours.

"How does it work?" Corra inquires. Turning to look at you.

"Uh.. well." You stand up. "I have to measure out the ingredients carefully then mix them together in a certain order." You explain. "Then I pour the liquid solution into this-" You tap two fingers against the metal container. A dull thudding ringing out in the room. "-It heats it and after a couple of minutes travels through those pipes were it slowly drips into the pan. The crystals grow from the dripping liquid."

Corra nods but there's a pinch to her brows that tells you she's still confused. You don't blame her.

"Sounds like a lot of work." She murmurs. "Pretty impressive."

You smile at her praise. It's simple work when you do it enough times. "Thanks."

"Want to go to dinner with me on Friday?" Corra asks suddenly. Looking too casual for someone who just asked another person on a date.

"Like as a date?" You furrow your brows. Feeling nervous now.

"Yeah."

You consider Corra. It's not every day that a pretty girl shows interest in you. You don't exactly feel all that much for Corra, but you think you could. Love is supposed to come when you least expect it, and you certainly aren't expecting it.

"...Sure, yeah okay." You nod. Corra flashes you that smile again and nods, the curls along her face bouncing at the action.

"Great, see you Friday." She turns and walks out of the lab, leaving you to consider her words.

You're getting older. You're not thirty yet but it won't be too long before you are. Not that thirty is old but considering how aged and weathered you feel now... you don't want to think about it. Your dating pool is sad and dry. Not even a puddle. It could be because of how reclusive you are, or the fact that you live in a small town so the population of sapphic women is limited, but you aren't even approached by men either. Not that you want to be, but you aren't sure as to why no one seems interested. Corra is though. You've still got it. You regain your bearings and turn back to your notes. Your headache has reduced into a barely noticeable ache, making it easier for you to think.

after another few grueling hours, you finally finish up three experimental ratios to present to Valeria. You lean down and gather the heap of papers and dump them. You clean up your space, even though you're bone tired and ready to go home and sleep. You gather your notebook and other personal items and make your way to the exit.

You stop at Valeria's office, but she isn't there. You're so used to seeing her sat behind that old desk that your mind blanks at her absence. You turn around and walk down the hall with uncertainty. Unsure of where to find her. You roam around for a while before finally swallowing your nerves and asking one of the grunts. You feel uncomfortable around them. Admittedly, it's a little silly of you to be. Their tatted arms and white wife beaters and chains rouse suspicion in you, despite the fact that you both work for the same evil woman. You're told Valeria is up on the roof so that's where you go.

You walk out onto the roof and see Valeria standing at the railing. Smoke billows from the lit cigarette between her fingers. You approach and begin to speak but stop when she startles.

"Jesus!" Valeria eyes you. 

"Sorry." You reply absently. Valeria shakes her head in response.

"We need to put a bell on you." She remarks. "You're disturbingly quiet."

You like the way those words make you feel. "I finished a few recipes for the sugar meth." The sky is darkening. The last of the sun's rays spill over the tops of the mountains in the distance. Lighting up the dusty, orange desert. Not much can survive out here. Besides thorny bushes and tall, spindly cacti. Of which their shadows stretch over the landscape.

Valeria nods. She's relaxed tonight. There's no rigid tension in her shoulders, even her usual scowl has been smoothed away into a resting frown.

"That's good." Valeria says appraisingly. "I appreciate how quick you are with things. I wish the other idiots here would share your work ethic."

Her words amuse you. The corners of your eyes crinkle ever so slightly to show it. "If only."

"I want you to stay late on Friday." She says. "I want you to walk me through the process."

You're about to agree out of habit because you usually don't have anything else going on. Then you remember you have a date.

"Oh. I can't actually..." You say awkwardly. Valeria fixes you with a frown. Dark brows pulled together.

"Why not?" She more so demands an answer than asks for it.

"Well I have a date." You reply. Feeling a little proud. See? You're desirable.

You almost expect Valeria to be dismissive or just not care at all, but she goes quiet. She looks surprised and a little something else you can't quite name.

"Oh." She finally says, her voice sounding oddly pitched, like she's attempting to be nonchalant and failing. "Stay late on Saturday then." She drops her cigarette and snubs it out with her boot just a little too roughly.

"Okay, thank you Valeria." You say. Assuming she's pissed because you're choosing your personal life over work. Well, she'll just have to deal with it.

"Mhm." She turns away, disinterested. "Have a good night."

You offer your own farewell and leave. Feeling a little ruffled by her sudden coldness.

[seeker-ophelia]

OK you all need to go watch Ghil dirthalens Youtube on this right now.

More below the cut.

Yeah Ima just put this picture here...

Lets work on the big ones.

Pinks probably Ghilly, im guessing with a tail, Orange looks feminine, probably Andruil. Yellow is Elgar'daddy for sure.

Green is hooded, probably Dirth?

Red with the eye.

WHO TF IS THIS?

Are You Falon'din?

Why you have the inquisition eye on your head, bro?

Why you have triangles on your back, bro?

The scratched out ones?

Probably Sylaise and June.

Why? Because we don't know a lot about them and they're a mystery. That's literally my only reasoning.

Are they really being hid? If so, why?

Well, probably because I think June is dwarf but I don't have the brain space to explain why right now.

You want to REALLY be confused?

Come talk to me about Archdemon because...

Boy am I confused by that one.

AKA

This is supposed to be a calendar, but fucking.. how?

I have SCOURED the wiki. I have spent LITERAL DAYS looking for important historical events. I have changed the zero date, no information we have (so far) matched (I actually have a powerpoint presentation on this).

But you wanna know something interesting?

The 2nd Magister, the 5th Magister, and the 7th Magister.

2 and 5 hit.

52.

Dragon Age The Veilguard begins in 9.52 Dragon.

Oh yeah, and lets not forget...

Oh and...

Fucking THESE CODEX'S?

DA:O - Corra

(Corra is the bartender of Tapster's Tavern, in the Commons of Orzammar) Corra Quote: "With fifty-two types of ales, seventeen types of mead, and a dozen imported wines, we should be able to serve your needs. What'll you have?"

DA:2 - Letter: Feeling Inadequate?

Flag flying at half-mast? Does your soldier not stand to attention? Does your dwarf shy away from the Deep Roads? Come to Jorman's Apothecary and ask for our Special Sauce. Our Special Sauce is infused with the essences of fifty-two herbs. It's completely natural, completely safe, and ABSOLUTELY EFFECTIVE. You will never feel the same again!

DA:I - Codex entry: The Friends of Red Jenny

My father went after her once. You want to lose your friends fast? Just say you're tracking hers. He found a report that said she was killed in Nevarra. Everyone in that command, to a man: dead or hobbled or somehow lost their claims during the winter following. Know when that was written? Fifty-two years ago! I'll take a witch over whatever she is. Let her pick at the nobles; I think it's nature. —Recommendations of Captain Varn, private militiaman contracted in Denerim

WHATS WITH THE FIFTY TWO, BIOWARE?

WHEN I TELL YOU I AM UNWELL

I MEAN IT

"Invasion": The Inquisition Mosaic You Didn't Look At Close Enough (Neither Did I)

There I was, minding my own business, in the "clean-up" phase of my pre-Veilguard Inquisition playthrough, finally getting to the point of picking up the final missing pieces of my mosaics and dreading it. I finished "Invasion" and talked to Gatsi for the codex entry .... and something gave me pause.

Gatsi surmises that "Invasion" -- along with the rest of the mosaics, I believe -- is a Tevinter carving. And he concludes that "Invasion" must be depicting the magisters' assault of the Golden City. There were seven magisters, after all, and seven figures in the carving -- although the piece has been defaced and two have been notably and intentionally scratched out -- and the setting is clearly meant to depict a heavenly city, where mortals are not meant to tread. But then, he says this:

This had me ALARMED. I've always subscribed to the theory of the Golden City being Arlathan. I don't even really know if that's a niche theory anymore or if most people are on the same page with that, but reading this made me absolutely certain of it. A depiction of the Golden City that an expert architect is saying has elements of elven architecture. So, I ran to the mosaic to look at it.

And then I tilted my head sideways at the figures that Gatsi was claiming to be "magisters". And I said: "No, that's Ghilan'nain".

Here's the mosaic, which I've sharpened to make it easier to see and with the addition of my own markups:

Mythal wouldn't be depicted here, because she's dead at this point. Fen'Harel wouldn't be depicted -- for obvious reasons. If my identification of who's pictured here is correct (and it may not be, associating the elven pantheon with their sigils is a bit of a shaky science right now), that would make Sylaise and June the two that have been scratched out. I'm assuming they would have originally been in the lower left hand corner.

As to why they'd be scratched out, BEATS ME. Maybe there was greater dissent amidst the pantheon than we know about.

But uh....yeah. I didn't fucking know this existed. Because those mosaics were annoying to grab and I really never looked too closely at them. And I looked, and I haven't seen anybody talking about it. But I'm taking this as soft confirmation on the Golden City = Arlathan = the place where the elven gods were imprisoned theory. And it's been ... right there. In the game. For eleven years.

[enkisstories]

Word in the cure village had gotten around that this household was suffering from serious delusions, and everyone else had their own emotional luggage to deal with before they could chat with the trio about an imaginary emperor’s return. Most of the soldiers who had broken with the First Order understandably weren't keen on socializing with General Hux of all people anyway. 

But occasionally one of the other households came over. Those visits were usually centered around a shared activity.

Padme: Bleeeeeh!

Armitage: "Padme! Don't distract us!"

With a "ping, ping, thud" the ball landed in the grass and Admiral Griss sneered at his opponent.

Frantis: "Word of advice, scatterbrain: stick to your kitchen, bake us something nice and let the adults do the fighting."

In the finale: Frantis Griss Vs. Rose Tico

Rose: "Lost a couple of skyfortresses recently, Admiral?"

Frantis: "That's not working on me."

Rose: "It's not? Oh, my bad. I was asking because your movements were a bit frantic, Griss."

Frantis: "Ack!"

Corra: “So that’s why the First Order uses numbers instead of names. Yours are all such low hanging fruit for puns.”

Rose won the game :-)

[softanimalgoose]

Writing Meme

Rules: Pick ten of your fics, scroll to somewhere in the middle, pick a chunk of lines, and share it! Then tag ten people, if you’d like. 

I was tagged by @khashanakalashtar (<>) who is in none of my fandoms.

I tag @pfdiva, @lotsadeer, drat I’ve forgotten everyone else’s handles... consider yourself tagged!

From There is No Luck, There is The Force:

“Thank you, Cody,” Obi-Wan says, smiling a little wider as he recognizes the tea. “You always take such good care of me.”

“I try,” Cody says, and Obi-Wan looks up at him sharply, smile beginning to fade. Cody usually says ‘My duty’.

“I suppose it’s not your duty anymore, is it?” Obi-Wan says.

“No,” Cody says. “I do it because I want to.”

From Two Many Horses:

  Sophie goes in. Eliot lowers one careful level of shielding and watches the affect in his office shift. Foss is getting offended, right, proper, and as intended. When Nate walks out, dragging Sophie behind him, Eliot pushes off the wall and heads back in.

  Foss nods at him and makes this tiny, false, frustrated smile. Eliot has to chuckle.

  “Sorry,” he says, “I’ve just seen that look before. That’s a Bob Gibson special.” 

From Feel What You Feel:

“I recognize the problems because I have them,” Master Windu says wryly, “I can’t teach the basics of lightsaber form, because I’ve gotten so good at synthesizing and improvising that I don’t consciously have a handle on what the basics are any more. Master Yoda has that problem with dealing with grief.”

“He’s too good at doing it to teach it?”

“Exactly,” Master Windu says, “He forgets to start at the beginning.”

From Things Seshmir Is No Longer Allowed To Do In The Warehouse

The following document is a fair copy of the original, which was scorched, torn, and stained, and was retrieved from the warehouse that Tessa Blackmoor, her girlfriend Ai Abushi, and several other associated criminals live in after the place burned down. It is presented without comment for the edification of the officers of the law who are pursuing these dangerous miscreants.

From There's Not That Much of a Difference Between a Theologian and a Private Eye

 Corra looks at the bug, and at Seshmir, and asks Orron for some more napkins. Seshmir pointedly prestidigitates himself clean, and then does the same to the table. Orron snickers.

 "I don't think Sahiri meant for you to eat that," Tessa says.

 "Jenkins doesn't eat, though," Seshmir says. "Except pain and suffering." Tessa rolls her eyes.

From Rustle of Leaves

       AuDy got into the bank with a money transfer. A money transfer going to, of all places, Jackson. Now what would AuDy want in Jackson? In a -- Mako does a little more research -- a Jacksonian fleshhouse.  

       What would a disembodied mesh intelligence want with a place that sells bodies.  

       “Oh, come on, AuDy!” Mako says. “There’s gotta be a better way to do this than  that.” But then again, depersonal cloning is illegal pretty much everywhere. For good reason, of course, because basically everything you can do with a depersonal clone is a Bad Thing, but it does limit AuDy’s options.

From I’ll Miss More Than Your Beer

   “Of course,” Seshmir says, turning to face him. “But I thought you probably wouldn’t want someone to pick up your armor and use it for something bad, and Michael didn’t want to be messing around with any magical artifacts.”

         “He asked you to bring these?” Orran gestures to the bag at Seshmir’s feet.

         “You left the door unlocked,” Seshmir says. He shrugs. “I’m sure the temple of Mordan has some way of dealing with armor that isn’t needed anymore.”

From This New Thing

     “You like them so much you fell over?” Fero sits Samol down again, leaning him up against the tree, brushing the back of his hand against Ordenna in the process. It’s still a strange feeling, even after all these years. His dirt drags onto the stars, and it’s like the opposite of getting a splinter, somehow. Ferrets make little mud nests in the corners of the stars, and it’s  Heiron, there where it shouldn’t be.

     “That newest one, the ferret — that scarf-caterpillar — it touched the stars and came back down. It left me, and it came back home.” It’s beyond words, and Heiron’s stretching out beyond mortal timescales with the      strangeness of it.

From The Heterodyne Boys and The Glass Dirigible

    “Remember the plan!” Klaus called.

     “Right, brother!” Barry yelled. “No kissing.”

     “Aww, really?” Bill tried the hang-dog look that worked so well on business owners who were about to double charge the Heterodyne.

     “No kissing,” Klaus and Barry yelled back as one.

From Iatrok

“An iatrok isn’t a doctor, though. It’s a person who has decided that they are devoted to ensuring the health of the people within their reach, whether that is their profession or not.” Cass sighs heavily, fogging their mask. Of all the moments for a human to understand something Apostolosian…

     “Also there’s some gender things,” Sixheart says, “But I don’t know how those work.”

     “It’s not gender,” Cass says. “If gender were like eidolosnei it would make sense.”

     Sixheart snorts. “Fair enough. So. Why does an iatrok want to know ‘just the basics’ of robotic repair and maintenance?”

[dualiteawritter]

My, Mary! Qué exagerada eres... Se ha sonrojado un poquito, su mujer sabe cómo halagarla, desde luego.

Shelley vuelve con Goldy y claramente aprecia el poder bajar el ritmo, porque como corra un poco más se ahoga. Aún así, lidera la marcha de las humanas, sin saber dónde están yendo.

Mira a Mary con una sonrisita, no entiende la referencia porque no lee fantasía "moderna" pero la ha mirado como si hubiera dicho un chiste y no quiere que se decepcione. Oh, no this much is fine, thank you. ¿Quieres descansar?

Mary coge una enorme bocanada de aire, llenando sus pulmones del aire de las planicies de Galar. La hierba se mece levemente por el viento y una snubes bastante grises cubren el cielo. La rubia si que se preocupaba en sus primeros paseos con @dualiteawritter por el estado del tiempo, mirando al cielo constantemente, pero con el tiempo que lleva ya en la región ha aprendido que, aquí, las nubes son practicamente perennes, pero que no siempre traen consigo lluvias.

Es por ello que, pese a todo, hoy Domingo de Resurrección, su esposa y ella han decidido pasar la tarde en un relajante paseo por el campo. La rubia, después de todo, aún no ha tenido la oportunidad de explorar tanto el campo como le hubiera gustado. A lo lejos, Goldy corre libre de su correa, girando la cabeza cada cierto tiempo buscando al resto de su manada.

Mary se gira a su esposa. Una ragafa de viento se lleva su gorra Esto es espectacular. Dice mientras se agacha para recogerla. Da igual a donde mire, la hierba parece no acabar nunca. Me encanta.

Al agacharse ha visto una rama bastante alta y guesa. La toma en su mano y la usa como punto de apoyo.