#only NOW bringing her back when shit hits the fan BROTHER.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i think they just wanna get rid of charles atm which is why they decided to change it it’s rlly sad to see how much we fell off aghhhh i miss you krakoa i mourn you everyday

if she only comes back to be a mother/wife i'll actually be so annoyed please dont play these games with me marvel

[ursemma]

So long, London. -LN4

Ꮚ Lando Norris × fem!reader.

Summary: Dating F1 driver isn't really easy, especially when you are blue.

(loosely based on some real life events.)

Warnings: angst

Let me know what you want to read next.

You should've known this was going to happen. You and Lando, were polar opposites of eachother in every aspect of life. From upbringing, to personality, likes, dislikes, name one thing, and you'll have different opinions. But that's not the thing that tore you both apart, the real thing that did was your life.

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You moved to London to complete your further studies, and you were shocked to find Lando Norris being your neighbour. You weren't much of a cars go vroom's fan, but you knew about him through your friends.

He helped you move in, welcomed you, and was the best neighbour anyone could wish for.

Slowly this turned into a bond which was unbreakable.

But since he joined McLaren, he had to travel across the world, every now and then, and soon your family moved in, because of which the two of you never got personal time to share.

First few years into the relationship were great, but as the time passed, every thing started to fall apart.

You saw the comments under his posts regarding his girlfriend, your family starting throwing tantrums regarding your grades and career and soon became financially unstable, your brother started struggling to get a job, your bestfriend moved to a different city.

Due to these things loneliness crept in and everything became unbearable. Every day you woke up to fighting, tauntings and yellings, and as the days passed by the comments kept circling back and forth through your head.

Oh my god, even tho magui and him are doing an ad they look soo good together.

He should totally date her.

She's so pretty and matches his vibe, and aesthetic.

And due to the increasing distance you both never really spoke on such topics, also you did not want to bother him with your stupid problems.

And one day it suddenly hit you, you can't do this anymore. You can't pretend to happy, bcoz the entire 'fake it till you make it' is not working. Your family was a shit hole, a mess, a tangled knot that couldn't be solve anymore. You weren't doing fine, you needed someone.

You called Lando hoping to finally tell him everything, you called once, you called twice, but no one answered the phone, and then you decided it was the last time you'll call, the minute you were going to loose the hope he answered

LN: hello?

You: I wanted to talk to you

LN: um I'm actually quite busy, can I call you back later?

You heard the loud music, and yelling in the background, and frowned.

You: you're at the club?

LN: yeah, how about we talk later on?

You: But we haven't spoken since a week Lando, I really need to speak to you

LN: I know darling, but I can't talk to you in the club you know? I'll call you back, promise.

After hearing it, you hung up and signed loudly.

You waited and waited but there were no messages, or calls. Soon you realised that talking to him was pointless. He wouldn't get it. He was raised with love being fed from silverspoon, he has a nice, loving family, money, and everything you could only dream of. Also it's not like talking to him would change anything.

The more you thought the more unbearable it became, how could you tell him about this? The situation? Your family? How could you bring him into this mess? If tomorrow you get married, what would be think of this? You don't deserve him. His love. His family. Because you both are so different, it's not working out now, and it won't in future. So you decide to let him be free, and you slept crying on you pillow.

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A week passed by, and he finally called you,

LN: hello?

You: hello

LN: you wanted to talk?

You: yes

LN: I'm free right now so yeah go ahead

You: I think we should break up

LN: what?! Why?!

You swore you could hear the shock from his voice

You: it's not working out Lando

It took alot of courage to spoke those words.

LN: is it because I didn't call you frequently? I swear I was busy with training, and media stuff, the night I went to the club only because max forced my team to let me catch a break, I swear I'll make time for you just, please let's not breakup.

You could hear his voice breaking, and felt a sudden pain in your heart, but you knew it's for his betterment. He'll find someone else.

You: No Lando, it's not because of that, I mean part of it yes, but it's on me, I can't do long distance like this. It feels horrible not being able to love you openly, or come to your matches because of my family, and school, I can't be the ideal girlfriend to you.

You didn't speak the whole truth, but didn't lie either, your heart pained as those words came out of your mouth, and you could hear him breaking apart, and crying.

LN: we can try tho? Just for the time being, once you graduate, you can be with me, we'll travel the world, I'll take you to each and every circuit, you'll be in my jersey, I'll show you off proudly, please just wait?

You: I can't Lando please.

LN: you made up your mind?

You: yes.

LN: there's no changing? I- I really can't change it?

You: yes, you can't

LN: ok- okay.

You: I'm sorry

LN: I'm sorry too, for making you feel this way, that you can't be loved openly, but trust me, you're worth everything, and there's nothing more in the world I want aside from you. If you ever changed your mind, you know I'll be waiting for you. I love you.

You: I'll keep that in mind, I love you too.

LN: maybe next time.

You: maybe next time, goodbye Lan.

LN: goodbye my love.

As you hung up, tears flooded through your eyes, and your breathing became heavier, soon you started to gasp for air, as you felt a creeper tightening it's knot around your throat, and soon enough you fainted.

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Days went by, and you were helping your family packing the stuff, and suddenly you heard a familiar voice in your front porch.

You saw him speaking to your mom.

"you're... Moving out?" You heard him ask your mom with a fallen face, and frown hoping for it to be false.

"yeah, I thought she told you?" Your mom spoke, her facial expression clearly hinting that she's suprised.

"actually it's my fault, I've been too busy you know" you heard his voice becoming heavy as he spoke those words, but he quickly concealed it by asking another question, "do you mind if I ask why?"

"oh not at all dear, it's just the family is suffering financially alot, and we can't afford to pay the rent, so we're moving out to somewhere cheaper."

"is it in London?"

"no, we're going to different city."

You heard silence, and after a pause, with a heavy voice he spoke, "oh.., well let me help you"

You saw him helping your mom moving the boxes, like it's completely natural. Soon your eyes met, and you moved away, trying to hide the redness, and swollen eyes.

He took a step towards you, but your mom called your name, and you rushed towards her avoiding him.

"why don't you talk to him, for the last time?" Your mom spoke while getting in the car, and shutting the door.

You both stood infront of each other, heavy silence clung to the air, which was soon broken by him.

"why didn't you tell me?"

"why bother? " You didn't mean to sound harsh but somehow you did.

"so you think I don't deserve to know?"

"no it's just.. look you deserve more okay? More than what I can give to you."

"have you ever thought that I want you?" He wanted to scream, shout and stop you, he wanted to tell you that don't leave, don't go away, most importantly don't give up.

"look what's done is done, we can't undo it, so let's just keep things that way, I don't want you to get tangled in my mess, and also you'll find someone."

With that you walked away. Leaving him stranded. He watched the car fading into the background, he don't know why, but he wished you would look back, turn around, giving him a hope that you two will meet in future, that you're not giving up on him, but you didn't. Instead the entire ride you were looking out of your window wondering what future holds for you, wondering how your life changed.

Reminiscing about everything thing that you've been through, you let out a heavy sigh.

So long, London.

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[ghoulspaw]

FINISHED READING THE EPISODE GGHJFJDJDJD THE AUDITORIUM PART 100/10 GOT ME LAUGHING GASPING SCREAMING AND BANGING THE TABLE OHHH GIVE ME MORE GHOUL ON GHOUL CRIME!!!!!! GIVE ME ALL THE INTERACTIONS IM BEGGING!!!

Mission wise, i enjoyed it!!! Tho it made me feel a little like the hotarubi episode where they kinda summed up the conclusion pretty quickly and then shit hit the fan. Nonetheless, i liked it! Working with yuri and jiro was fun?????? which tbh i was pleasantly surprised (sorry kings i've misjudged u). Yuri might have a praise kink and have his ego the size of a planet but !! there's no denying he's passionate about his work and so far YEAH he is the only who got mc the closest of finding her cure so !!! (and i love seeing him fighting for his life when he isn't right about something)). Jiro...jiro 🫂 i love that autistic man etcetcetc

SO HAPPY WE GOT CANON CONFIRMATIONS!!!!! KIRISAKI BROTHERS!!!!!!! ohhh i was CHEESING!! zenji's (or should i say taro🥹) love for his baby bro is precious❤️‍🩹 a dead man saying he would not survive if something were to happen to his brother...if thats not the purest form of love then idk what is.

From one sus professor to another.. (it seems to be the pattern on every episode so far). Personally i dont think it'll be as bad as the game lead us on (as we've seen with nicolas on this episode), but it definitely raises more questions. Why romeo? What deal do they have? Is money the root of it? Or something else?? And if hyde is lying to both romeo and sho about being the only ones who know about this "mission", could he have asked other ghouls as well??? Anyways, we'll most likely get this answered next month.

((the janitor making a brief appearance and dropping a comment so ????????? was that a "yeah lets bring every character we've introduced as of now" or is it foreshadowing something ??)

Ofc there is a mermaid (alive!! alive?). We have the vampy, the wolfy, now mermaid (elf/fairy 🔜) . Cant wait for us to meet him and what he'll bring to the plot (and his relationship?with haru)(when will they mention his hand and what happened to it??)

Im still puzzled about the whole ordeal with the tree.... i'll leave the theories for the smart ppl in the fandom hgjdjd

Back to the auditorium scene, aside from me being biased loving ed's old man antiques, i absolutely loved his move of putting on blast the academy/chancellor lies and once again making the statement that he Knows Everything and won't hesitate to reveal stuff if necessary. And then taking his leave like a bad bitch!!!

UGH, cinema... 🚬

And speaking of cinema. Jin's "imma let you finish" moment and taiga "open your purse boy!".. 🚬🚬🚬🚬

I have way more commentary and thoughts and i cant mention everything rn, but yeah!!!!! Not the best episode, but definitely had some top tier moments.

Last,but not least AT ALL:

???$?@?#&@#%@//##//#

Haku when he spends 2 seconds without flirting: 😵😵😵😵

BACK TO WAITING FOR A MONTH!!!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

During a family diner, S/O's big brother (who looks actually really strong and is very tall) waits for S/O to be out of the room to threaten the UT characters of breaking both their knees if they dare to hurt them. How do they react?

Undertale Sans - He doesn't look away. Sans is not a big fan of being threatened for nothing. He deflects the tension with some humor, but his S/O can tell something is weird when they're coming back. Sans is also a lot more cold with your brother after that. If he started warming up a bit, that's clearly over by now. He's a big brother too, he knows it can be scary to let a sibling go, but being violent right away instead of talking and learning to know him won't solve the situation.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus doesn't mind. Sans is protective around him too sometimes, but he knows it's just because he's scared. He puts his two hands on the shoulders of your brother and tells him that's ok to be scared and not want to let go, but also that his S/O is a fully grown adult who can make their own choices and that instead of threatening him, he should probably show his S/O they trust him a little more than that. If he can comfort your brother though, he told the exact same thing to his own brother not a week earlier. He can deal with big brothers, they're not so scary. He needs to deal with his anger issues though.

Undertale Toriel - She takes these matters really seriously actually and promises with all her heart that she will never hurt you willingly. She understands the worry of her S/O's brother, as it is hard to let someone you love go with someone you never met before, but she can assure him she is taking their relationship seriously and will do all she can for it to last long.

Undertale Asgore - Asgore stares at your brother with big wide terrified eyes. Oh no. That's the family dinner with Toriel's father repeating all over again. That's fine though. He was a young man at that time, he can deal with it better now that he lived a few centuries. He opens his mouth to answer and the only thing that comes out is a pitiful whimper. ... Asgore stands up in complete silence, awkwardly, and runs to wait for you behind the door of the bathroom lmao.

Undertale Undyne - Wants to say that again to her face, punk? You think you're scaring her? You think she doesn't eat ten little soldiers who already see themselves as generals every morning for breakfast? Your brother tries to impress her by standing tall above her. Undyne stands up to stare him down herself. Yeah, she's taller than you, now what? Are you done trying to look big and scary or do you want her to headbutt you to remind you she doesn't need your opinion?

Undertale Alphys - She gulps, flattened against her seat. Great job, Alphys is quite literally TERRIFIED right now. She doesn't answer anything, looking at her feet intensely. Anything to not meet your brother's eyes. When you come back, Alphys brings her seat a little closer to you and far, far, FAAAAAAR away from your brother. She doesn't like him a lot.

Undertale Frisk - The problem with Frisk is that they don't give a shit. After your brother's long tirade, Frisk stays silent for a good ten seconds and just *FLIRT. Your brother is just mad now and you come back to him and Frisk fighting in the living room. And by fighting I mean your brother tries all he can to hit Frisk in the face while Frisk simply dodges the attack, waving at you with a big smile, not bothered at all.

Undertale Chara - Chara looks your brother up and down, smirks, and goes back to ignore him. Your brother is offended. Chara doesn't care though. Even though he attacks them, they can just load to dodge them and make him look like a perfect idiot. They won't be condescending to his level.

Undertale Mettaton - Sorry, he didn't listen to anything you said. Those dramatically angry eyes though... They could look so cool in his next drama movie. He tells your brother he has a pretty face and that's a shame he's wasting it whining like a baby instead of having ambition to do greater things. Well, your brother tries to hit him but he regrets him when he realizes that hitting metal hurt him more than Mettaton.

Undertale Gaster - Gaster doesn't say anything, but it doesn't take a genius to notice he's insulting your brother with really creative insults inside of his head. Who do you think you're talking to? What did you achieve in your life even? At least people will remember his name long after he died unlike you. Did you create the CORE? Of course not, because HE created the CORE. He's a genius and you're nothing but a tiny arrogant little pathetic human. Nah.

Undertale Grillby - Grillby gives the silent treatment to your brother. He's not impressed and he doesn't even has knees as his body is made of gas and magic. I mean, you could kick him in the knees but you would be the one burning yourself and that would pretty much not change anything for him. He could tell your brother that, but that's a lot of words and he's tired. He can tell anyway that your brother is all bark and no bite, so who cares.

Undertale Muffet - Oh yeah? She lifts one finger and thousands of little spiders starts to crawl down the wall and up your brother. You come back to Muffet sipping tea, looking very satisfied, while your brother is screaming at the top of his lungs trying to escape the tsunami of spiders very slowly crawling up his legs under his pants. Well, at least, everyone knows who is scared of who now.

Undertale Burgerpants - Poor guy just lets a long, long sigh as your brother threatens him. Man, do whatever you want to him. He went through hell already, nothing can hurt him anymore. You think he's afraid of a little hit in the knees? Man, he already almost lost both his legs into a fake guillotine that was actually a real one once. You can't hurt him if the world already hurt him so much he doesn't feel anything. Now your brother is just concerned.

Undertale Flowey - Wait, are you threatening him for real? Flowey starts to laugh evilly, then summons a hundred friendliness pellets. RUN NOW. Your brother has to run for his life as Flowey chases him with dangerous pellets, laughing like a maniac. Well. At least they're sort of bonding?

Undertale Gerson - He patiently waits for your brother to finish. Then just "Listen kid, you look nice and all but if you should talk louder because I didn't get a word you just said". Your brother rage quits the dinner lol. What? Not his fault, he's old!

[arcane-temp-fandomblog]

Season 2 Act 1 and where I think plot may be going next

I think it's fair to say that once Vi stood in Cait's way of taking that shot in episode 3 because of Isha - the whole killing off rest of the family plan by Jinx is off the table. I'm really amazed that the writers got the sister's to the death confrontation out of way before end of act 2. I think we will get reconciliation between Vi and Jinx by the end of the show.

Viktor probably feels he did more good by healing that one shimmer addict with magic than he did all these years being stuck in Piltover. Well by most measures that aren't producing wealth for the council, he did. It's good to remember these addicts can't even find safe heaven in Firelights. I think being away from Piltover is going to be great for him and the Machine Herald phase most likely will be a good development after he revisits his stance of non-violence, but for now I also really liked how he just left the moment he saw Jayce's hextech rifle plans on the desk.

Still while Viktor never wanted to make hextech weapons, I envision the moment shit hits the fan in Zaun vs Piltover - that stance will have to be heavily reconsidered by him.

I'm also interested why so many people think hexcore is steering Viktor by using Sky to idk. nefariously heal people no one else cares about? Instead of continuing the trend from Season 1 that Sky and Jayce are the only people that ever cared for Viktor's life and wanted to see him succeed. Then there's also whole contingent of people claiming he doesn't feel anything anymore, but idk. his face seems pretty sad (disclaimer, I have problems reading people's faces).

But who knows, I wasn't around for the leaks.

Cait has accepted the same deal Jayce did in Act 2 of Season 1, so being catapulted to position of power for someone else's gain. For Jayce it was Mel and council, for Cait it's Mel's mom and upper class of Piltover. My prognosis is that she will have as much fun as her 'not-brother' navigating the socio-economic political landscape. So none. Good luck girl. You'll need it.

On downside I thought it would be Heimer who will bring on downfall of Firelight hideout, but it may be Cait - they're the only two piltovians who know where it is.

Salo has grown on me, when he summed up Cait's squad escapades as just whimsy people eat up because of Kiramann name. He's not wrong thou not like he's any better. Loved the avengers like intro of the squad... and they fail.

Mel and her mom - wow. I love how the moment after explosion when Ambessa's mask falls as she's checking over Mel. And how stiffing Ambessa is because she will lead Mel 'to the right decision'.

Also Sevika and Jinx and Isha is the best. Jayce meeting Ekko and both of them sizing each other up with 'Hmm'. Love these non serious elements.

I like CaitVi development, it was very well set up in Season 1 on what are their blind spots and how their flaws actually can become problems when not addressed by each other. Especially Cait's habit to talk over people because she knows better. Love the writing and how logically it unfolds.

Also Cait using the ventilation her mom instructed to be build against civilians, and Jinx using the same airways to explode Piltover in colours. It goes both ways.

Ekko will probably come back from arcane acid trip with the chrono powers, no?

[beelzebuddy-catan]

I firmly believe that Satan and MC would be a dual income no kids couple. They'd be an amazing aunt and uncle to their nieces, nephews, and niblings. The famous couple that everyone knows and the kids idolize. They travel around the three realms (well two in Satan's case) and work as ambassadors to strengthen relationships. They spoil their niblings with gifts and stories from the three realms.

But that got me thinking about Satan as an uncle, and how amazing he'd be.

Yes, he's still the avatar of wrath and strikes fear in demons hearts.

Yes, one look at him and kids are usually terrified.

Yes, he has a habit of saying too many swear words.

But he absolutely adores his niblings. He'd destroy the three realms for them. And he loves them the way the brothers need to be loved.

Lucifer's daughter - he shows her she's not alone. That she never has to shoulder any burden by herself.

He was prepared to hate Lucifer's daughter. Any offspring of Lucifer's had to be awful. No MC, that is not an invitation to discuss his internalized problems.

Then he met her and she giggled at him. This small creature giggled at him. Beings of all ages, from all places, shrunk in fear of him. But this baby giggled at him. The only other beings who hadn't immediately cowered from him were cats and MC. Just like that, she thawed a part of his heart.

Her first words were definitely some variation of "tan-tan" and the vein in Lucifer's forehead almost popped.

She spends as much time with Satan as she can. To the point she starts acting like Satan. She got in trouble at school after yelling "well bless you" at the teacher. Obviously she learned it from Satan.

Lucifer's so proud of her. Why wouldn't he be? She's so much like Satan and he's proud of Satan. Not that he'd be able to tell him. That pride gets in the way and makes it hard for him to tell his daughter how proud he is. How much he loves her. How he's sorry when they fight.

But Satan is there. He reminds her of those things. He's not defending Lucifer, don't be stupid, he's just telling her all the things he needed to hear from Lucifer growing up.When she's older and runs away from home at some point after a fight, she ends up at Satan's door. Because when she had no where left to go, she always has him.

Because she always has a place in Satan's heart. He'll swear and yell, but it never scares her and he can never really say no to her.

Mammon's three kids - he shows them they're worth it. That they aren't a nuisance. They're someone he loves and wants in his life.

Mammon's kids gave him a headache. They were loud, troublemakers, always scheming, and he couldn't help give in to them.

They love shiny, exotic, rare things, so Satan brings them gifts from his travels. They're spoiled by him. But when he sees the way their eyes light up at some trinket from the human world, he's reminded how he's more than wrath, that he feels more than that. He's such a softie.

Mammon's taught them a lot actually (mostly related to money schemes). But he never taught the why. So Satan teaches them.

He taught them how to read someone's body language. He does love detective work. He definitely taught them Mammon’s tell. He taught them how to play their opponent not the game. He teaches them the math and physics behind billiards. Now they can hustle people like their dad, but back it up with intelligence.

Mammon has terrible money management. So Satan teaches them that too. He gets them bank accounts Mammon doesn’t know about and shows them how to balance check books. He teaches them the value of money, not just how to scam it from people, but to earn it. To be proud they earned it.

He may or may not but definitely did set up savings accounts for them for when the get older. Just in case.

And when shit hits the fan and they get them selves in too deep, their uncle Satan is there to save them.

Levi's son and daughter - he shows them they aren't trivial. That they are loved not in spite of their interests and quirks, but because of them.

Satan thought they'd be shut in's, like their dad. He thought it'd be hard to get to know them. But it wasn’t and they trust him.

They write him letters and video call him when he's travelling. He always writes back and he always saves the letters. He has a locked box where all of the letter's, drawings, writings, etc. they've given him are kept.

He has them sign every thing they create. They're practically glowing from happiness. He even has some of their art framed in the house next to his fancy expensive pieces. Occasionally, someone will ask about it and the kids overhear. And though Satan can’t see them, he knows they're there. He answers honestly, "I like beautiful things, why wouldn't I hang that up?". Maybe he says it a little bit louder than necessary, but it is true.

He learns about all their favorite things. New tv show? watched. New book or comic? Read. New music? Heard. He keeps notes of all their interests so he can make recommendations. They're always the best.

There are times when Levi is too anxious or scared to go to events. When their mom has to work or isn't able to go. Satan drops everything to be there. He knows how important it is to them. He knows Levi would go if he could, but it can be too much for him.

He dresses up with them. He doesn't care what it is. They want to be the villain? Fuck it, everyone welcome princess Satan.

He also takes them on adventures to new places. They love travelling with Satan because not only does he know so much, he lets them explore and be themselves.

He supports their interests without shaming them. He also encourages them to be okay with it. If they're shy, Satan tries to break them out of their shell. He doesn't push them or make them uncomfortable.

He's seen what that fear has done to Levi, he won't let it happen to them.

Asmo's sons - he shows them their worth isn't their looks. That they're complex beings who's beauty isn't only surface level.

He was prepared for the two to be mini Asmos. And they were, in some ways. They cared about appearances. They're charming little fuckers, getting out of trouble easily. You know when kids imitate someone flirting and grown adults/elderly women eat it up? That's them. Except it doesn't work on Satan. He grew up around Asmo, nice try.

Instead he teaches them how to win people over without looks. Like he did. So he says He teaches them to make connections. To be wise. To use their beauty as a power up or add on, not the main tool or skill.

Asmo is their father and you know their mother is equally okay a little less, but don't tell anyone as stunning. So they can be insecure. Satan reminds them of their worth.

And maybe true beauty comes from within sounds like bullshit. But he ingrains that shit in them from birth. Anyone can be pretty. Anyone can look good. The things that are imperfect, that have flaws, that have blemishes are the things people adore. Without those things, everyone would look the same.

He lets them know he sees and loves who they are, and that makes them feel beautiful. So they don't care much if other people don't agree.

Except they still do have bullies. Satan will show up if he hears anything about them being bullied. He's the avatar of wrath and he scares the living shit out of the bullies. "Say one more word and I'll make it so you never say another one." Poor kid didn't speak for a month.

Asmo had to pick up one of the kids after being bullied for wearing a dress. Satan's already booking a ticket to get home and buying a dress online. He'll fuck that kid's shit up. MC calm him down, for the love of everything holy and unholy, he might actually destroy the devildom this time.

Sometimes their parents are busy with shoots or other gigs and Satan watches them.

He hosts tea parties with them. They take that shit seriously. Barbatos is invited, but no one else. Okay sometimes MC, but that's it. And Luke if he brings snacks. But that's seriously it.

He lets them be kids. Asmo often has them acting prim and proper because that gives them the best image. They have select clothes they can wear. They have certain styles of hair they can have. But Satan let's them wear ugly clothes. The fluffy boas and cheap tiaras. He lets them run around without shoes and doesn't care if they spill things in their clothes.

They’re kids, he lets them be that way. He encourages it because sometimes Asmo forgets that not all kids love being dressed to the 9s and done up all the time. They feel supported and loved to be themselves. Not a picture of who they should be.

Beel's daughters - he shows them that they're more than a single moment or action or mistake. He shows that they can learn and grow. He teaches them how to forgive themselves when it's easier to blame themselves.

Satan didn’t connect immediately with Beel's daughters.

They had everything they needed: a dad that was there no matter what. Someone who wasn't afraid to tell them he was proud or that he loved them. Someone that made them feel valued and worthy. Someone that could protect them. And as they got older they could definitely protect themselves.

They had everything Satan wanted and needed growing up. What did they need him for?

Then he saw one of them talking to Beel after a game. She was devastated. She'd missed the goal and the team lost. And she kept blaming herself.

Beel didn't know how to comfort her. After all Beel never really learned to deal with his own guilt. He still blamed himself for a lot of things. So Satan takes her out for ice cream after and starts assistant coaching her team. He knows the game and the best strategies, why wouldn't he?

More importantly, he starts teaching his daughters that their mistakes, losses, the whole lot, they aren't them.

He knows better than anyone what it feels like to internalize something, to hate the very core of who you were or what you thought was who you were. Because sometimes one bad thing about you can feel like the only thing about you.

He knows what it's like to fight against of that feeling. He's there to remind them how to grow from that, to become better, to let it drive them, not ruin them.

Sure he yells sometimes, and swears, and gets too invested in the game, but they think it's funny. The whole team does. He makes them better because he makes them believe they can become better. Gradually the internal voice that defends these young demons against their own negative self talk sounds a lot like the the avatar of wrath.

Even when they get older and he stops coaching, he goes to every single game. He argues with the refs (and has definitely gotten in fights) but everyone is too afraid to ban him. He also brings snacks to every game. Both for the girls (and Beel of course)

Belphie's son - he shows him that the ones we love never truly leave us. That when he feels alone and scared, there's always someone watching out for him. That sometimes the monsters in the closet are our skeletons. And sometimes the skeletons in the closet are just bad dreams we can't quite shake.

The first time this kid fell asleep on Satan arm he let out an exasperated sigh and a mumbled "are you fucking kidding me?"

He complained but he doesn't actually mind. It's nice knowing there are beings out there that don't fear him. Plus the kid acts just like a cat. And Satan will sit reading for hours without moving so he's the perfect person to sleep against. Win win.

He gets really bad nightmares. Nightmares where he can't bring himself to go back to sleep. But once Belphie's asleep is so hard to wake him up and his mom works nights. So he's spent a few nights crying in his bed, too afraid to go to sleep and too afraid of what lurks in the shadows.

Satan was staying there once when he woke up to sniffling. He's never really been a deep sleeper, if he sleeps and if he's not next to MC. It took a bit of prying but eventually he opened up.

Satan had to stop himself from rolling his eyes when the kid asked him to check the closet and under the bed. But Satan did. When that's not enough for him to go back to sleep, Satan tries telling him stories that are mostly true.

"You know when your dad and uncles first came here, they were afraid of me. Do you think there could be anything in that closet that scares me?" "I used to have to check the closets for your uncle Mammon, don't tell him though. It’ll be our secret"

You know those friendship lights where you can tap the light and it changes the color of the other person's? Yeah Satan got those. Like I said, he's a light sleeper, so even if he isn't up, the change of light wakes him up. Satan always calls his nephew when he sees it change. He reads him bed time stories until he falls asleep. He started taking voice lessons so he could make it more fun.

And eventually Belphie’s son stops fearing the monster's in the closet. He stops having so many nightmares.

But he always has the light plugged in. He always knows that Satan is there for him. Even if he can't see him or talk to them, Satan's with him in spirit.

Because the people we love and the ones that love us always stay with us in the ways we need.

Anyways, I'm soft for Satan, avatar of wrath, feared demon through the devildom, being a supportive and loving uncle. Here's some photos that are Uncle Satan energy:

[starandcloud]

What?

OKAY

I'MMA NEED Y'ALL TO IMAGINE SUMTHIN' FOR ME-

So Y/N works at the avenger's tower, and literally all they do is fix shit Tony doesn't have the time nor shits to give for.

NOW

Imagine them bringing Loki in and Y/N walks past him

Stops

Takes a few steps back before their face pulls an "Um, excuse me? What the actual fuck?"

Making Loki crack up and them go

"What the fuck are you doing here-"

Y/N asked, now laughing with Loki.

Thor is just simply done with his adoptive brother's shit and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I seem to have forgotten my brother works with Y/N."

Thor explains deity work while Y/N and Loki have a moment.

"You've grown so much Little One..."

Loki's voice was gentle as they smiled sweetly.

"Well... I'm seventeen and the last time we talked like this I was like... fourteen so-"

Y/N said making Loki chuckle and roll her eyes.

"Don't be a smart ass Child-"

"NOT A CHILD ANYMORE!! I'VE GOT A WHOLE-ASS JOB AND A SOCIAL LIFE AND- OH MY GODS HAVE YOU SEEN PETER YET!?"

Y/N interupted Loki to correct him before Peter walked by, catching Y/N's attention.

Poor Peter was thrown head first into a conversation with Loki, the guy just wanted to eat his damn bagel and here he was talking to... well listening to Y/N talk to a God who seemed mildly concerned for the five foot something gremlin who was bouncing off the walls now. Explaining the smallest of things and getting louder about topics they enjoyed.

All the while Thor was on edge, usually things like this annoyed his brother but... the docile look on their face... seemed to put those worries on edge.

Just as he was about to relax he watched in horror as Y/N wrapped their arms around Loki. Making them shift. He was about to step in and pull Y/N away, for their own safety, but the way Loki carefully held them made Thor hesitate. How could this be the same person who was a wanted criminal on both Asgard and Earth?

"I love you Boba..."

Y/N mumbled as they melted into the only person that stuck with them through all of their mental issues and bad days and stayed when shit hit the fan.

"I love you too Little One..."

[sugarywishes]

A rather simple one this time around: Could you go a bit more into Elizabeth Afton's relationship with her father, past & present? It is one of my favourite dynamics in the series, so I'm always curious to see how people handle it and/or interpret it fully.

Yeah sure! Their relationship is one that is probably a lot more different than how most fans interpret it, answers below as usual! (Also, sorry for the late response 😭)

So I guess in a simplified sense, she has daddy issues. She views William as an amazing person, seeing as he is a family man (an ABUSIVE family man), he has his own business (that he doesn't even care that much about), he creates robots or as she sees it 'living toys' (he doesn't even like making those either), in general she thinks he's wonderful, but he could care less about her.

When she was younger she believed that Will equally cared for her and her brothers and that he'd only treat Mike so roughly to discipline him and that he'd coddle Evan to make him feel better. It never hit her that he didn't even treat her in anyway at all. He never hit her, nor did he spoil her to an extreme, he did even lower than the bare minimum when it came to caring for her. Sure he'd buy her toys, only when she was whining so much about it, sure he'd compliment her high grades on school work when she kept insisting he'd look over it, he'd tuck her in bed at night only when she'd ask him to do it after he tucked in Evan. Any happy memories she had with Will were either self-deception or when she wanted him to be attentive to her. He sees her as a hassle to be around. Maybe sometimes she'd be good for manipulating.

His idea of her was half revealed a few days before Evan's birthday party. But instead of her realizing he doesn't actually give a shit about her, she interpreted as "my dad doesn't care for me because he's always stuck caring for my worthless little brother" she still idolized him to the same toxic extent as she did before, except now it was a little worse.

Anyways once Evan died, she assumed that now he'd focus all his love onto her, so she'd keep trailing him constantly everywhere he went, when she found out about the Circus Baby animatronic and the whole Sister Location thing, he decided to fabricate the idea of Baby being made just for her as a surprise, in order to not have her tell anyone about it. Then eventually she'd be alone with Baby...and uh yeah, we all know how that went!

(William was indeed pretty unhappy with this, not because he was like, 'Oh no, my poor daughter, I'm a monster!' But now that Lizzie disappeared, it would bring a ton of suspicion to Circus Baby's and it would be inconvenient to kill kids via robots, hence why he ditched Circus Baby's Pizza World and returned as Springtrap to kill the KCI)

Even after the whole thing, SHE STILL THOUGHT HE'D COME BACK AND GET HER 💀💀 obviously that didn't occur (he didn't bother even visiting, and also he became Springtrap a few years later) and then FFPS happens, and she still thought very highly of her dad anyway.

In the SB portion of my re-imagining, she'll still follow William like a lost duckling until finally, she'll see him for what he was all along.

Hope that answers your question!

[laura1633]

I uh went off the tangent.

Okay, YES

Mafia Boss Charles Leclerc has his rival's son (Not a rival, more like pesky little bug he needs out of his way.) and he is already not a fan of this kidnapping an innocent omega thing because he was raised better than this. He talks with action, he plays politics with people who get in his way, not an innocent omega who has to legally live with his father (In this universe, no alpha, no independence.)

Arthur convinces Charles that this is the least risky way to handle this situation with (Maybe the only reason Jos is a threat is because he got hands on some intel.) so Charles agrees on the condition that no one else but himself will see and house the omega.

Now, Victoria is an alpha and has been trying to free her brother from their father's "Ownership" forever. When Jos betrayed their clan by breaking their alliance (between the group led by Sophie and Jos) their entire clan had fallen apart and now Victoria had taken the reigns to bring them back to their glory while Sophie guides her.

Enemies of your enemies are your friends, eh?

So, Charles is contacted by Victoria and she explains him the power struggle going on in Netherlands. Charles decides to back Victoria as it gives him a local hand over Jos and, frankly, he cares more about Monaco and France and does not want to bother himself with the Netherlands issue. He agrees to kidnap Victoria's older brother and return him to Victoria in exchange for his intel being secured and returned to him.

Lorenzo, his brother and chief of extortions and arms kidnaps Max and sends him to a safe house from where Arthur collects him and takes him to Charles' house.

Let's reel back to our star Omega, Max.

He has been forced to live with his father since the schism and the only reason he is kept alive is because he is leverage over Sophie and Victoria. He is the only omega of his family and by virtue of society and it's expectations, he is deemed as the "Pride" of Verstappen-Kumpens. Whoever has him has the upper hand and until now that has been Jos.

He has lived with his father who has never treated him as anything more than a good-for-nothing omega. His father tried to make someone breed him as soon as he presented as "ready for pregnancy" so that he can gain leverage with a child and an omega (He was 17.) but was able to convince the alpha (Oscar) to leave him be and tell Jos that he is infertile. Got him beaten up and unconscious for a day but at least he was safe. Cue, Max being kidnapped. Best fucking thing that has happened to him. He is brought into an alpha's house and shit. Shit actually this might be worse. The alpha could breed him and then even his sister wouldn't be able to save him but the alpha is nice? He kept Max bound for the first two days and when Max showed nothing but compliance he was free to move around the house. The alpha sat with him, hand fed him (Max's injury during the kidnapping rendered him unable to do so. The man from Jos' clan who hit him was found and killed in front of the omega and look he may have grown up in blood but no one had ever killed for him so fuck you if you think it is weird to get turned on.) Max had never been tended and loved and cherished so much in his entire life and now he wants this. He wants Charles for himself. Best way? Get fucked mate! Mission Seduction is on. When Charles would bathe him (His injuries were never serious enough to get bathed by someone else but when a hot alpha asks, you don't say no.) he would buck up into Charles' warm hands and look at the Alpha who was clenching his jaws and trying to control himself. When Charles would hand feed him, he'd wrap his mouth around Charles' fingers and watch his resolve crumble under the omega's ministrations. Eventually, Charles gets frustrated with the sexual tension omega and confronts. Max tells him the truth. Not about wanting to get fucked senseless and bred by the pretty alpha-- the one about his father, the one where he has started falling in love with the alpha along the way. Charles gives in, allows himself to have the omega he desired and they make love but Charles refuses to bond because he had promised Max to Victoria. As much as Max loves his sister he wants to go away from Netherlands. He wants to live in Monaco with the Red Prince and he will. Max makes it his personal mission to break Charles. He'd dress up in pretty clothes, entice positions never tried before, completely submit to Charles. The fact that Charles still refused was frustrating but also made him fall a little more. However, it turns out. The trick was pretty simple. Pierre comes to meet Charles and Max throws himself at Pierre. Pierre is confused and unaware of the whole situation but doesn't say anything. The moment Pierre leaves, Charles is all over him, threatening to claim Max, asking whom he belongs to and Max can't say anyone but Charles. He folds the way Charles wants him to and pulls Charles' hands up to his soft, flat stomach and asks Charles to put a pup in him. Ah, well, Charles at least tried for a while. God knows what he will tell Victoria. He hopes she will bless them as Max says she will.

CW: Violence

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Charles trying to be caring and looking after Max by bathing him and then Max is just bucking up into his hands and getting all turned on! 😂🥵 I feel like Charles doesn't stand a chance once Max sets his sights on him.

[fanmoose12]

Hey, I have got a request.

Levihan after a one night stand.

There is a heavy weight on Hange’s torso.

She squirms, and, still hoping to preserve her sleep, tries to shake it off, but – to no avail. Turning on the other side proves fruitless too, the weight only grows heavier, trapping Hange in a much tighter grip.

Giving up on trying to escape from it, she decides to change the tactic and first find out just where that weight comes from.

It’s not her cat, although that adorable ball of fur Hange lovingly calls Beast frequently uses as pillow her legs or her butt, he also hisses and jumps off her as soon as she starts moving around, so Hange rules him out instantly. And if it’s not her cat, then—

Oh. As Hange opens her eyes, she’s greeted by a sight that takes her breath away.

Despite the tousled dark locks that obscure half of face, she still catches outlines of a jawline that probably can cut her finger, a small, but adorable nose she now desperately wants to boop and the softest, most kissable lips she has ever seen. The lips she most definitely has kissed last night.

There is no other explanation as to why this man is in her bed right now, after all.

And it also means that— Hange closes her eyes back again with a groan. It means that she doesn’t at all remember what the hell she was up to last night.

Straining what reserves of her brain she’s able to so early in the morning, while simultaneously trying to fight back the headache that is already looming on the outskirts of her consciousness, Hange tries to recreate the events of last night. 

She remembers agreeing to meet Mike for a couple of drinks after work, remembers entering the bar they both frequent and ordering a glass of beer, remembers how good the cold, bitter liquid felt after a grueling day, remembers ordering a second one, and then a third one too, remembers Mike saying something about inviting his new boyfriend over for a couple of drinks, remembers meeting that said boyfriend and thinking that he definitely looks way too nice to date her brother, remembers him offering to ditch their favorite bar and go over to a nightclub he found recently, remembers thinking that cosmopolitan is way too overpriced at that place and ordering a shot of tequila, right before going to the dance floor, and—

Right, that’s when shit has started hitting the fan.

What happened after her first shot gets a little muddy, after the second and third one – Hange can recall only certain events, and after the fourth – everything turns to black.

Good lord, Hange really hopes she wasn’t stupid enough to continue drinking after that.

Although, the absence of foul stench in her mouth and the presence of a very attractive man in her bed points to a different chain of events.

So, she got stupidly drunk, found herself a stupidly handsome man, and then, probably, had stupidly amazing sex with him. All in all, the night was definitely a successful one.

The morning, unfortunately, doesn’t seem to be going all that well.

The man is still fast asleep beside her, which wouldn’t have been that much of a problem – had Hange not decided to bring him to her place last night. Now, she can’t just run away as she usually does; as it is, she can’t even move much, with the man’s arm still draped over her body.

Hange takes a moment to observe that arm a bit more closely, lets her eyes travel up to the man’s back, and – yes, now she is absolutely sure, she had a mind-blowingly good sex last night. A man with an arm so thick and veiny, with such a muscled back just cannot be a bad fuck.

Still, as good as knowing she had fun last night feels, it doesn’t solve the problem of what to do right now.

Hange knows that waking up the man and sending him home would be the most reasonable plan of action. Maybe, if he’s not just a pretty face and a very cute butt, she can make some coffee for him too. Maybe, if he’s all that and more, she can ask him to repeat last night some time.

But, first, she has to wake him up, and— Hange struggles to do that.

It’s not just that waking him up will undoubtedly be awkward, it’s not Hange’s first one-night stand, and most definitely – won’t be the last one, she survived a dozen of awkward moments just like this one, but— the man looks so peaceful right now, snores so adorably in her pillow that she cannot find the mental strength to ruin this moment for him.

And, yes, even if it’s embarrassing and a bit pathetic to admit, lying in bed with someone like this feels kinda nice. It’s been quite a long time since she had someone over, and even longer since that someone stayed through the whole night.

But, Hange tries to reason with herself, if she doesn’t wake him up, what should she do instead? She obviously cannot get out of the bed, while the man holds her so tightly, and she can’t very well stay here and just stare at him. It feels just a tad too creepy even for her.

Unable to find another solution, Hange resorts to the easiest one. Gathering all of her strength, she tries to get out from under the arm that’s holding her down. She squirms, huffs, and almost throws the arm off her. But then— the man grumbles something under his breath and pulls her even closer.

Undeterred and now a little irritated, Hange doesn’t cease her struggle, reinforces her efforts, and when that too doesn’t yield any results, she decides to play a little dirty and kicks the man in the shin.

He yelps, evidently wide awake already, and hisses out, “What the fuck? Will you just stop already? I’m trying to sleep!”

He opens his eyes, staring at her, and Hange now has to deal with two, equally mind-blowing revelations. One – the man’s voice, low and husky as it is, is definitely having an effect on her, turning her lower belly real warm real fast. And two – he has the most beautiful eyes she has ever seen.

So lost she gets in the bottom of that blue-gray ocean that she entirely misses the moment, when he realizes the same thing she did a long time ago – that he’s in bed with a stranger.

His magnificent eyes widen and his adorable cheeks get rose in color.

“Ahem, sorry… for that, I didn’t realize that I…”

“Were in bed with someone?” Hange helpfully supplies, when he falters. “Or that you were in bed with someone you don’t know?”

“Um… the first one?”

“Good!” Hange allows herself a smile. “Because if the latter was true, and you were just cheating on someone with me…”

“No! No!” The man shakes his head, appearing both mortified and horrified. ��I’m not— I’d never done that.”

“Good,” Hange nods, and decides – it’s now or never. “Want to get coffee some time then?”

The man stares at her for a moment, then lets out a short chuckle. Hange never thought she’d ever find someone’s laughter sexy, but good lord, if she wasn’t lying in bed right now, she’s sure her knees would have given out. Is there anything about this man that isn’t attractive?

“So that’s a yes?” she asks, not even a bit embarrassed by how forward she’s being, or how desperate she sounds.

“Do you even know my name?” the man asks back, and right, that is a sound question.

Unfortunately, the answer might disappoint him.

“I’m— I’m sure I knew it. Last night.”

“Your neighbors probably already know it. You were pretty loud last night.”

Oh, so that’s how he is going to be? Hange would have found such confidence annoying – at least, she usually does, if— he wasn’t so damn handsome.

Well, it’s only fair if she acts so damn insufferable too.

“So should I go out there and ask them?” she says, and pats herself on the back, when the man laughs again.

“Sure. That is, if you can survive the mortification, Hange.”

Damn it. So, he knows her name, but she doesn’t know his? As if this whole ordeal wasn’t already so fucking awkward…

But she can’t very well show him that, that’s not Zoe's way. So Hange pushes her chest forward, gives him a look that’s all bravado she doesn’t actually feel and huffs out, “Ha! I survived way worse than that.”

“Yeah, after watching you fire the dance floor to Katy Perry, I have absolutely no doubt about that.”

Fuck, so she did that too? The urge to cover her face with her hands grows nearly unbearable. Hange can only hope that no one was recording her. And everyone, who knows her and had seen it, was way too drunk to remember it.

“It wasn’t all that bad,” the man assures her with a glint in his eyes that can only mean trouble. “Compared to a giraffe with epilepsy, at least.” 

“Oh, fuck you,” Hange pushes him away with a hand on his chest, and only then realizes just what she had just said. But the man gives her no chance to take her words back.

“It was the other way around last night, but if you’re offering…”

Gods, if he continues talking in that husky voice of his, Hange will have no other choice but to do just that.

“I’m Levi, by the way,” he says. “In case you were still wondering.”

Levi. That’s a good name, Hange thinks. Fitting for him. And rolls off the tongue quite easily. She from yesterday probably thought so too.

Well, one problem is already solved. Not bad, all things considering. However… there still are quite a few gaps that Hange’s memory is missing.

“So, Levi, you’re..”

“Erwin’s friend.”

Oh! Right! Erwin! Him she does remember! Mike’s new boyfriend! She’s not that helpless, after all.

“Mike, his boyfriend, is my brother,” she tells Levi, in case that he, just like her, has a few pieces of the puzzle missing. Judging by the wince that appears on his face, he most definitely does.

“That oaf is your brother?”

“Yep!” Hange confirms with a grin. “So you’re very lucky that you weren’t cheating on someone with me.”

“How so?”

“Well, that’s easy,” Hange’s grin grows a little wider. “If you were, Mike would have beaten you up. After I landed a punch or two too, of course, but my punches would be nothing, compared to his. So,” she pats Levi on the arm, “I’m kinda glad you aren’t like that.”

“And why?” Levi raises a brow that Hange now notices – is almost unbelievably perfect. It puts her own untrimmed ones to shame.

“Because your face is too pretty to be turned into a bloody pulp.”

His wince grows more pronounced. “I can’t quite understand if you mean this as a compliment, or as a really weird threat.”

Hange taps her finger against her chin for a moment, then looks back at Levi, showing him a toothy smile. “Both I suppose? So, how about that coffee?”

“I’m more of a tea guy. And I need to take a shower first. And, just to warn you… I’m not the type of guy who does this…” he gestures uncertainly at the mess of covers they’ve made last night, “…often. So…”

“Oh!” despite Levi’s words meant as a warning, Hange feels nothing but relief upon hearing them. After all, she’s not that type of a person either. One-night stands are not something she indulges in a lot. Only when she’s extremely drunk and lonely. “You’re saying I have to dine and wine you before we fall into bed again?”

“If we fall into bed again,” Levi clarifies, but does so – with a ghost of a smile on his face. “But yes, something like that, basically.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal then!” Hange grabs his hand and shakes it heartily. “But I’ve got to warn you too,” she adds, holding his hand still, “I’m pretty irresistible, so if you won’t be able to take it anymore, well… just say a word, and your neighbors will learn my name too.”

“Wow,” Levi deadpans. “I’ll try my best to keep it in my pants. Now, go take a shower, irresistible. Your mouth stinks like a garbage can.”

 “Sure you don’t want to give me a kiss before that?”

Hange tries to catch him in her arms, laughing, when Levi evades her effortlessly, with a disgusted look on his face.

“Brush your teeth, and maybe you’ll get your kiss. On the cheek,” he clarifies, before Hange can get her hopes up.

But she doesn’t feel disappointed in the slightest. All good things in life should be fought for. And with a bit of time and effort, she has no doubt she’ll win Levi over too.

[hermionc]

have not been able to come on here bc tumblr really brings me back to my 16-24 yr old self and she would be so affected by this. but man. i’m upset and everyone on twitter is playing woke police (as they do) and i really need to just

my one direction era kinda predates this blog actually, i was transitioning away after zayn left bc i felt like the illusion was shattered

been crying on and off the last few days. i feel horrible that he’s gone and i feel horrible for even feeling horrible

the nuance required here is beyond what i could fit on twitter, and to be honest so many people on there are just barely no longer teens themselves they have no idea how to relate to this feeling with me . like they weren’t there . and i’m glad cuz this feeling is jarring

i can’t remember mourning a celebrity before this. which is probably bc i’m only 29. like this just happened so quickly and he was so young i was in shock the first day and was like, oh, just another celebrity death whatever lols thankfully idc anymore. and then the next day the memorial posts started flooding in not only from the other boys - i know they’re grown now but we grew up together and they’ll always be those boys to me - but also from names i haven’t thought about in years - lou teasdale, josh devine, max from the wanted, greg horan 😭

and today i started to see posts from other fans.. people i had connected with over a decade ago. or people i never knew but who went through that experience with me regardless

it hits harder and harder every day. haven’t showered since tuesday. hair is a mess. was scraping by doing the bare minimum at work

now it’s the weekend and i’ll have a chance to catch my breath. or maybe just sit with it some more

liam was one of my first favorites in one direction. i was impressed with his vocal tone and range, i could always pick out his lines because at first he was just more mature and practiced than the others when it came to singing

i remember when he followed me during one of his twitter follow sprees i literally jumped off the sofa with my ipad in hand and started crying. my mom was like what is happening 😭 but she knew it had to do with That band because at that point, in my life, everything was

an escape when my teenage years were filled with so much strife - dad moving out on us after literally trying to kill my mom, brother in and out of the hospital, mom struggling to make ends meet and pay the bills while going to university for the first time in her 40s — on top of just regular teenage shit.

not fully understanding how the csa i suffered as an infant had affected me and attempting to navigate my own sexuality within that. allowing so many men to treat me as an object to be used - sexually, emotionally, whatever - bc that’s what i felt i deserved.

and almost zero support to pick up these pieces. living in shame and dealing with self doubt and downright hatred. until i realized i could find a healthier escape - not sex, not drugs, not rebelling at school - connecting with a community over music and these boys who were offering us a safe space. one direction would be there to help me handle some of the toughest life changes anyone has to deal with. emotional loss of a parent. restructuring of a household. neglect. bullying. hypersexuality. friends suicide attempts

but at the end of the day they were always there with a twtcam or a follow spree or a concert where other fans could post videos

it’s so heartbreaking to think it will never happen again. ever. because he was troubled and on drugs and fucked up from fame. we’ve seen this so many times and the news cycle will move on and life will continue for the rest of us but my god it’s so hard to stomach

someone who once offered you so much support without even knowing - made me smile on days i would have been numb or crying. whose voice comforted me more than anything else at one point.

it’s so fucking hard and complicated i guess is what i’m trying to say. and it hurts. and i don’t use this blog anymore so if you read even part of this — thank you. i love you

[ashcal99]

Certain Things : Leah Clearwater XIII

Chapter Thirteen

"Something about you, It's like an addiction, Hit me with your best shot honey, I've got no reason to doubt you, 'Cause certain things hurt, And you're my only virtue"

Summary: Conner Swan moves to Forks Washington in hopes to help his sister Bella through her breakup with Edward. In hopes to find happiness again. He finds much more.

Warnings: (18+ only), descriptions of pain and violence, mentions of death, depression, loss, general angst, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abortion and child loss

Words: 3.2k

A/N: Last Chapter!!! Hope you enjoy! x

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September 7th, 2006

“Sam is going to kill you.”

Jacob’s words seemed to ring throughout the air, Conner’s eyes trained on the tree line where the wolf had retreated. Seconds ticked by, his gaze unwavering as the inevitable sank in. Shit was about to hit the fan, no doubt about it. They were now all in danger, he suspected, sure that the treaty would mean little to nothing to the pack once the news broke out. 

Warm fingertips brushed against his stiff shoulder, breaking his gaze. His eyes turned to Leah, jaw clenching as he took in the sight of his wife, belly swollen with his unborn child. The last thing he would have ever wanted was to hurt anybody in the pack, but he knew that if anyone were to threaten the people he loved most, his sister, his wife, his child, he would not hesitate to do whatever it was he needed to do to protect. 

Conner’s hand reached upward, gently grasping Leah’s palm in his own, bringing it to his lips, leaving a cool kiss to the blazing skin. “He’s right.” He muttered, looking deep into her eyes. “Things are going to get a lot more complicated here soon.” He said.

A deep frown etched itself onto Leah’s face, “I won’t let them touch you.” She said sternly.

Conner shook his head at her words. “You, Bella, and the babies are the priorities here, not me.” He stated, head whipping around to the direction Jake had ran off to, an earsplitting howl ripping through the air. A horrible feeling sink into his cold chest

Turning on his heal, he lead Leah back inside the glass home to discuss the inevitable fight that would be heading their way soon. The conversation was in full swing by the time they made it back to the living room, all of the pale faces, etched with worry. They were a powerful group, no doubt about it, but the likelihood of being able to make it out of this with everyone alive was very slim and they all knew it. 

Dread began to take over Leah’s mind as the reality of the situation began to sink in. Would she really be able to face her brothers in a fight to the death if that was what it came down to? She knew the answer would be yes, because at the end of the day, protecting her imprint was what she would always choose, but that didn’t mean that she would ever be able to forgive herself for hurting anybody else that she loved in the process. 

Her heart ached as her thoughts continued racing on. Not only her pack brothers, but Seth too. Tears pricked her eyes as she pictured his face, the little brother that despite her teasing she loved with all of her heart. She knew deep down that if he were to get hurt in all of this that she wouldn’t be able to cope. First her father, and now Seth? She couldn’t be responsible for two of her loved one’s deaths.

The conversation hadn’t been going on for longer than ten minutes when footsteps came quickly approaching from the woods, Edward and Conner speeding to the balcony to see who the visitors were. Jacob’s figure appeared from the tree-line, Seth not far behind. 

“Get ready.” Jake said ominously, a cold look covering his face. “They’re coming for Bella and Leah.” He said, the words ringing in Conner’s ears. 

Conner stepped forward, determination clear in his voice. “They’re not going to touch them.” 

“Agreed.” Jake said bluntly.  

——————

Jake sat on the edge of his seat, the many stone faces surrounding him, hanging onto his every word as he spoke. “Sam’s lost the element of surprise, and he doesn’t want to take you on outnumbered, so he’s not going to come at you head on.” He explained. “He’s got the place surrounded and he’ll wait for his opportunity.” He continued. 

Leah looked up to her imprint’s amber eyes, squeezing their intertwined hands as her fingers began to shake slightly. The fear of what was to come beginning to overwhelm her. 

Conner glanced down at her, brow furrowing in concern as he felt her fingers twitch in his hold, bringing her hand to his lips to place a comforting kiss to the warm skin, hoping to help ease her oncoming panic.

Emmet’s voice boomed through the room. “He won’t get through without a fight.” He said determinedly, squaring his shoulders as if to dare someone to try to fight him. 

Carlisle’s head whipped around to look at his adopted son. “No fights.” He stated. “We won’t be the ones to break the treaty.” He said, turning to address the rest of the room. 

“The treaty is void,” Jake interjected. “At least in Sam’s mind.”

“Not in ours.” Esme said simply, her want for peace clear in her eyes as she spoke. 

Emmet stepped forward, “Carlisle, no one’s hunted for weeks.” He said, the words seemingly igniting the flames that crawled up Conner’s throat. The need for blood coming to the forefront of his mind. He shook his head, this would not, could not be is priority right now. He would not let his thirst control him when Leah was in danger. He would not let the monster control him.

“We’ll make do.” Esme said pointedly. Conner gulped the flames down, refusing to give the burn anymore attention in that moment. 

Carlisle looked towards the wolf. “You’ve done us a great service, Jacob. Thank you.” He said sincerely, looking over the family who he loved and wanted more than anything to keep safe. 

Leah stood from the couch, letting Conner’s hand drop as she retreated to the room they had been given for the time being. Conner followed, closing the door softly behind him as he came up to her from behind. She stool at the far edge of the room, palms flat on the dresser that was against the wall, looking into the mirror above, worry and dread written all over her tanned face. 

Conner’s fingertips brushed her waist, encircling his stone like arms around her to the front of her swollen belly, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, seeing the pain in her eyes through her reflection. 

Tears prickled her vision as she looked ahead to the image of herself. Swallowing hard, she turned in his grasp, grasping his shirt as she let her tears begin to flow, burying her face in the fabric. Silent sobs shook her frame, the sadness radiating off of her body like tidal waves. 

Conner’s dead heart broke as he held her shaking body, venom stinging his eyes as the sorrow flooded the room. 

——————

September 9th, 2006

Minutes turned into hours and hours into days as the Cullens continued their effort in researching what these fetuses could mean for the two young women. Edward’s hope spiraled the drain as each answer showed more and more dread, his frustration growing by the second. 

Esme had made sure to make Seth and Jacob as comfortable as possible given the situation, giving them meals whenever they were hungry and even offering them beds to sleep in, despite both rejecting the offer. Having Seth there with her had seemed to lessen Leah’s stress just slightly, happy to at least be on the same side of the inevitable fight as her brother.

Conner was happy to see the comfort Seth was providing for her, relieved that something was going their way in all of this, even it if it was something small given the big picture. Despite things going better with Leah, however, things continued to get worse for Bella as time ticked on. Bruises scattered, her thin lifeless frame, pain covering her hallowed face as Carlisle informed her that the baby had broken another one of her ribs. Conner gave her hand a small comforting squeeze, trying to show her that he was there for her, despite her husband not being. 

“It’s crushing you from the inside out.” Edward snarled, the corners of his lips curling down into a frown. “Carlisle tell her what you told me.” He urged. “Tell her.” 

Silence rang throughout the room as Carlisle looked between the two. “Carlisle, tell me. It’s alright.” Bella reassured, giving him a small nod. 

The doctor stepped forward towards her fidgeting body, eyes scanning her face once more before speaking softly. “The fetus isn’t compatible with your body.” He informed her gravely. “It’s too strong.” He continued. “It won’t allow you to get the nutrition you need. It’s starving you by the hour. I can’t stop it and I can’t slow it down.”

Tears came flooding into Bella’s eyes as she blinked hurriedly trying to fan them away before they broke through. “At this rate, your heart will give out before you can deliver.” He stated, Conner looking to the floor as his heart cracked just a little bit more. 

Bella gulped before speaking, trying to swallow the fear in her voice. “Then I’ll hold on as long as I can and then-“ She tried, Carlisle interrupting her words. 

“Bella.” He spoke softly, laying a comforting half on her shoulder. “There are some conditions that even venom can’t overcome.” He informed her. “You understand?” He asked lightly, as if speaking to a terrified child. “I’m sorry.” He said, looking down to the floor, a grave expression covering his features. 

Conner looked to Edward, giving him a pressing look, begging him internally to not hurt her heart further by the conversation he knew was coming as he left the room quietly. 

Letting out a deep breath that his body didn’t need, he sped quickly through the halls back to his room, finding his wife where he had left her, in a deep sleep the mattress the occupied the middle of the room. Despite the despair he felt about the likelihood of losing his only sister, he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t equally letting out a sigh of relief that Leah wasn’t in the same boat. The pregnancy had been progressing smoothly mostly, apart from the occasional symptom that would be considered normal for even a human pregnancy. 

Of course, the relief had stopped there, because there was still a pack of angry wolves determined to ruin things. Although he doubted Sam’s ability to hurt Leah, the same did not go for his own safety as well as the safety of his child. If Sam truly thought of the baby as nothing else other than a bloodthirsty monster, then Conner knew Sam would try to take the child away from them. As much as he knew that to be true, he also knew that Sam would be putting the blame of whatever pain he inflicted on Leah emotionally on him rather than himself. 

Conner knew without having to think for more than a second that if it came down to it, he would give his life in place of the Leah’s or the baby’s and as he looked down at his wife’s sleeping form, he couldn’t help but feel at least a little bit of peace in that fact. The fact that as long as he was alive, or as alive as you would consider his current state, that his little family he had created would be safe. 

——————

September 10th, 2006

It was just a day later when the inevitable happened. 

Shit hit the fan. 

Bella had just told Jacob the baby names she had chosen, while he tried his best to hide the obvious disdain for her choices. Edward had just filled her cup with the blood that had been giving her nutrients for the past day, Leah muttering something about being glad she didn’t have to resort to such a disgusting diet, no offense to Conner of course. 

Rosalie had picked up the styrofoam cup, reaching her hadn’t out to hand the container to Bella when it all happened in a flash. Conner watched in horrifying slow motion as the cup hurtled to the ground, Bella’s body literally crumpling after it, spine cracking on the way down. 

Conner stood, frozen in his living nightmare as he gave his sister one last look as they rushed her away. Of course this had to happen the one night Carlisle had been gone hunting. Of course the one person that had the best chance of saving her fragile life was nowhere to be found in that moment, miles away. He gulped, snapping himself out of his trance as he scooped Leah into his arms, rushing to their room. 

Howls ripped through night air, echoing throughout the trees. He sat Leah on the edge of the bed, getting down on his knees in front of her. “Please stay here.” He begged, grasping her hands desperately in his own. “They’ll be here soon, and I know you want to help, but please stay here. I’m begging you.” He said, pleading with her with his eyes as tears flooded her own. 

“Conner, n-no.” She stuttered out, panic filling her chest. “Stay here, please.” She begged. 

He shook his head lightly. “I have to go make sure that Seth is okay, make sure that they stay away from you and the baby.” He said, voice filled with despair. He brought his hand to her now damp cheek. “I love you, Leah. More than anything in the world.” He muttered, crashing his lips to her own, needing the feel of her, the taste of her one last time.

The comfort of her kiss engulfed him, wrapping him in her love so tightly it took everything in him to pull away from her touch, and as he did, his heart gave its’ final break, shattering as he gave her tear stained face one more look before speeding outside. Although being turned into a vampire was the most painful thing he had ever been through, he knew that the pain of the venom didn’t do anything in comparison to the pain he felt in every step he took away from her. 

Shaking the image of Leah’s heartbroken face from his mind, it dawned on him that he could no longer hear his sister’s heartbeat. His chest gave a feeble ache, incapable of feeling anymore pain in that moment. She was gone. Bella was dead. 

He shook the though from his mind as he joined the rest of the coven on their front lawn, facing up with the snarling beasts in front of him. The wolves burst from the trees. The large black one coming straight for his neck in an instant. Sam. He wrapped his arms around the beast’s neck. Holding it back from himself as he pushed back against its strength. 

The wolf wriggled itself free from his grasp, knocking Conner swiftly onto his back. It snapped its jaw menacingly, its large paw holding him down before lunging in for his attack. Conner’s hands shot outward, holding the jaws open and away from his face as his eyes darted to the side, seeing Seth frozen, looking at his former pack brothers. “Seth!” He shouted, gaining the boy’s attention. “Go protect Leah.” He pleaded, watching as he shook himself out of his trance and ran into the home. 

Sam bared down on Conner, forcing all of his strength into his bite, as his sharp teeth got closer and closer to ripping his face off. 

“Stop! It’s over!” Jake yelled, voice ringing throughout the trees. “If you kill her, you kill me.” He stated.

Sam lifted his head, looking at Jacob before lunging in his direction, knocking him back ten feet. 

Jake burst into his wolf form, snarling back at the pack before him as Edward spoke. “Jacob imprinted.” He spoke, stopping Conner in his tracks. He stood in shock, starring at the russet wolf before him. “They can’t hurt her. Whoever a wolf imprints on can’t be harmed. It’s their most absolute law.” He explained.

Sam paused, dumbfounded, eyes flickering between them all before huffing. His eyes settled on Conner, the fading red still present in his own eyes as he saw him for what he really was, a monster. Was he really going to sit by while this man continuously put the woman he was once in love with in danger, time and time again? The man that would ultimately cause her death by the atrocities he had committed. Fuck laws and treaties, he couldn’t let this go on any longer. 

He lunged forward once more, catching Conner by surprise as he sunk his teeth into his shoulder, a loud yelp ripping from his stone chest. 

“Sam!” A scream rang out. 

Leah stood there on the balcony her white knuckles gripping the banister so tight it began to crack under the pressure. “Please, Sam, leave him alone.” She begged, tears streaming down her red cheeks. 

Sam looked up, hesitating as he saw the pain in her eyes. He stepped back taking in the full view of her. She looked… healthy, much different than Bella had looked in Jacob’s mind. Maybe this wasn’t a death sentence for her like it was for Bella. 

“Please, can’t I have happiness too?” She asked, voice cracking. Sam’s eyes lingered, seeing the pain in her eyes, no doubt caused by him, and suddenly felt an overwhelming shame come over himself. Conner hadn’t been the one to hurt her over and over; it was him. He was the guilty one. He was the monster. He gave the man before him one last look before turning and retreating into the woods, the pack behind him as he returned to La Push.

——————

September 12th, 2006

It had only been two days since the big fight. Bella had still not awoken from her transformation. Conner’s shoulder still held the scar left from the bite from Sam, and was most likely never going to go away. Though the battle was far gone, there he was again, terrified. This time because he was about to become a father. 

Leah had gone into labor, thankfully much less dramatically than his sister just as the sun had set that Tuesday. Conner stood at her side, letting her squeeze the life out of his hand as she pushed with each contraction. Carlisle coached her through every second, assuring her that she was doing a great job. 

Before they knew it, there she was. His daughter. A perfect copy of him and his wife, lying there in Leah’s arms, blinking slowly as she took in the new world around her. He saw right then that this love would never leave his heart, this astounding, world crumbling love for his child. There was nothing like it he had ever felt before, and as he stood, with his little family wrapped in his arms, he knew that whatever life had to throw at him in the future, whatever it had left to hurt him with that as long as he had them by his side he would be okay. 

Because certain things would hurt, but they would be his virtue. 

THE END

[cant-blink]

Council of Wyrmlings

I do a Dungeons and Dragons roleplay with my friends, using the Council of Wyrms module as the groundwork (a campaign where you play as dragons). In this module, dragons of different species live in a 'unified' society under a single governing body called the Council of Wyrms on an archipelago called Io's Blood Isles. Unsurprisingly, a society of good-aligned metallic dragons, evil-aligned chromatic dragons, and neutral-aligned gem dragons being thrown together isn't exactly smooth sailing.

To foster relationships between species, the clans of each dragon species must give their eggs as tributes to be raised under the Council. Wyrmlings of different species are raised with each other and learn to work together, before being sent back to their respective clans when they're of age.

Our roleplay consist of these particular wyrmlings from left to right, some you may recognize from my previous posts.

Zinezmal the Copper wyrmling. The prankster, mastermind of shenanigans, youtuber, constantly in prison for trying to steal from the stupid. He likes to goad and taunt the chromatic members of the group and is very annoying in his pranks and constant roasting, but also very brave and ready to fight for his team when shit hits the fan. Like his character outside the RP, this Zinezmal has a crush on Nizi and makes no secret of it, being very protective of her and teaching her to use her yappiness to roast others without a filter. He is the hardest character for me to play with all his wittiness, hence why he's in jail for his pranks and thievery so many times.

Nizi the Brass wyrmling. The character I play as the most. She is the tiniest and weakest member of the group, and she likes to talk. A lot. She likes to talk to everything and everyone and will kidnap you to make that happen. "One time, I yawned," is a sentence she said, it's THAT level of inane jabbering. She doesn't like fighting, and often tries to stop the others from fighting too much. She is very insecure about her place in the team, especially when Zinezmal is in prison to leave her as the only metallic in the group of chromatics. At one point, she tried to be mean and evil to fit in, which only made the chromatic members very confused (it did earn her the title of Nizi the Nazi though). Nowadays, though still insecure as to what she brings to the table, she is pulling her weight and using her ability to talk to everything to the benefit of the group. Like helping them from being held hostage by a rogue clan of Blue Dragons through talking to and convincing a scarab to help them escape. Nizi is constantly trying to foster a friendship with the Blue wyrmling of the group, knowing their species are destined to be at odds and trying to avoid that future with him.

Raikirin the Blue wyrmling, played by one of my friends. The official leader of the group after winning against his Red rival in the Challenge of Claw and Wing (a system of ritualized combat made to settle disputes). As vain and prideful as you would think a Blue to be, he nonetheless tries to be a fair leader to the group. Though he goes out of his way to antagonize the Red wyrmling, and is not immune to being annoyed with Zinezmal and Nizi, when shit goes down, he steps up. One of his greatest displays of leadership is when the group was captured by a rogue clan of Blue Dragons (which happened to be the clan his egg came from), and Raikirin refused to join the Blues, and chose to stay by his wyrmling companions even when it meant being imprisoned alongside them. In the words of Nizi: "He chose to betray his own kind and be disowned from his clan, ostracized forever, and is now an orphan, because he chose us! So even though he's an orphan that nobody wants, he's a part of our family! He's my big brother, and we can be unwanted orphans together!"

Rhaegar the Red wyrmling, played by my second friend, is the largest wyrmling in the group. He is forever bitter that he lost being the leader to an inferior Blue, and he is constantly getting into arguments and scuffles and "bap battles" with Raikirin. Despite his anger and bluster, he seems to have a soft spot that opens when Nizi is in distress and she confides in him and he lets her train with him. He is also the group's heat pad when they go out on quests, finding himself at the bottom of the cuddle pile on cold nights, much to his chagrin.

Zithuzirrurrin the Gray wyrmling, is a newcomer to the scene both in the RP and my list of dragon characters. He is not part of the Council, his kind not recognized in their society as proper dragons and his kind not native to the Blood Isles. His egg was laid and abandoned on one of the small islets and he was found stalking the group during one of their quests. Intrigued by the concept of the Council and this draconic society, he decided to follow them. Though Nizi calls him her dog, he is treated as a proper member of the group. He established himself as the physically strongest wyrmling of the group, beating Rhaegar in arm wrestling, and he loves the hunt. When the wyrmlings were separated from each other, he aided in tracking down the lost members. Including Zinezmal, who was having a Jack Sparrow-esque misadventure with a tribe of kobolds. He doesn't talk too much and is often seen observing the wyrmlings in the background, at times amused and at times wondering what he's gotten himself into.

Sargoth the Black wyrmling. He is the member often causing the most trouble. He is spiteful and cowardly, more cowardly than Nizi is as he will choose to flee rather than fight when shit hits the fan. He is very orientated to ensuring his own survival and to hell with everyone else. He is often butting heads with Raikirin (whom he sarcastically refers to as their 'wise leader'), always questioning the Blue wyrmling's decisions. Raikirin is aware of a black dragon's fiercely independent nature and has tried to talk Sargoth into being more of a team player, though he also resorts to threats if Sargoth doesn't comply. Sargoth also likes to steal kills, hiding when combat starts and striking only when their foe is near defeat. He despises Nizi, whom he recognizes as the weakest member of the group. He doesn't tolerate her yapping and has tried on multiple occasions to kill her. He doesn't like the Council either, seeing it as unnatural and hating that he is being forced to work with those he instinctively considers his enemies. That said, his survivalist viewpoint does prove advantagous at times, and it was ultimately his plan that allowed them to work together efficiently enough escape Blue Dragon captivity. He is also paid, by Nizi, to catch fish for the group to eat during their quests, so there's that too.

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2023. Day Twenty

"Nasty Burger"

Ao3

Summary: SuperPhantom. At last, Valerie bids the boys farewell.

- - -

Valerie took off her cap and put her nametag in her pocket.

“Cover me.” She told her coworker, Carrie, and left her behind the register. She didn’t ask her, because Carrie owed her one, and this wasn’t up to discussion.

She exited through the back and rounded to the front, where a well-maintained Chevy Impala was slowing down and parking carelessly. Sam and Dean climbed out of the car whilst Cas simply appeared out of it.

“So…” Dean started, but didn’t continue.

They were awkward like that, Valerie had gotten to know in the short time they had been in Amity; they could talk her through how to hunt a werewolf step by step and with gory details, but stumbled and stuttered the moment they had to express anything close to feelings.

“I guess this is goodbye.” She said, with a hand on her hip and the other one grabbing the seam of her jeans with two fingers in a nervous tic.

“Guess it is.” Dean said, shrugging a little with his hands in his jacket’s pockets.

She wasn’t the only one emotional, at least.

“This town’s gonna be pretty protected, now, even with ghosts as strong as these. And we’ll be ready, too, if we ever face an ecto-entity out there.” Sam smiled more openly, and Val couldn’t help but smile back.

Yeah, they had taught her a lot, but so had she; now they knew everything she did about ghosts, the world was a safer place for humanity.

“‘sides, with the hunting life the way it is, I won’t be surprised if we meet again.”

“There is nothing set in stone anymore, the future is unpredictable.” Castiel said and by now Valerie could actually read the intent behind his words.

“Yeah.” She smiled at the dork.

They all stayed silent for a moment an awkward, dumb moment that Valerie was more than willing to break by pulling the brothers in for a hug that she knew Castiel would join in, awkwardly shuffling in until he had his arms wrapped around them three.

“I’ll miss you guys.” She said, muffled by flanne.

“Don’t worry, kid.”

“You got this.”

- - -

So! I had a cute, funny SuperPhantom crossover where I did several references to John Mulaney’s “Streets smarts!” bit and had a great time! But then shit hit the fan and Mulaney said “this transphobe is my bestie!” and is now going “oooh, woke is annoying, boo-hoo!” SO, the cute crossover I enjoyed writing now has a bitter taste in my mind, and now the lil plans I had thought about for it have been scratched. This is the last I write about this ‘verse, because without the jokes is not the same, and it was supposed to bring me joy.

Thanks, John fucking Mulaney, for showing your true colours.

Remember when we thought there was a stand-up comedian who was not an intolerant asshole and we could lower our guard a bit? Yeah, me too.

[lexa-griffins]

yeah the mobster daughter au i mean 😭😭😭 sorry, is there a snippet?

No worries, I was just a little confused 😅

Here's a little snippet of what I have already written for it :D :

The whiskey burns in her throat and she detective grimaces at it. It’s the cheapest one they have and still far too expensive for her wallet so she forces herself to finish it, the barman giving her dirty looks as she does. 

Two dead cops, one house burnt to a crisp and a couple thrown to the river, all so clearly indicative of mafia activity it should be a open and shut case if there was any proof of it at all. Those are the reason she keeps coming back. She knows why the case ended up on her desk with few info on it, the little faith the department has on her abilities as a detective is not something new to her. So she keeps crossing into enemy territory every other night. Clarke lies to herself, says its so seek revenge for her fallen colleagues even if she barely knew their faces, justice for the couple whose lives were destroyed and tossed aside although she doesn't particularly care about people who were actively producing laced heroin and passing it on to already struggling addicts.

A big mass sits on the stool right next to her, forcing her legs to close as they make themselves at home. She stares at her watered down whiskey without much desire to finish it, pretending not to listen as a drink is ordered in a foreign language right by her side. She knows better than to start a fight here.

“Thought I had told you not to show your face here again Griffin.”

She signs at the bartender to bring her a second round, making it obvious to brute next to her she isn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.

“I’ve never been great at following orders Quint.” 

She takes the drink that’s place in front of her and forces another gulp of it down her throat. When she finally turns to meet his gaze he’s staring her down. He’s an intimidating fella, scars and tattoos that show where he belongs covering every inch of visible skin. By all means, Clarke should be terrified of him; he is twice her side and not afraid to kill someone with a batch with his bare hands, a rather gruesome aftermath to walk in on her first homicide case. But she isn’t. In fact, Clarke finds him pathetic, more brawl than brains, another pawn in a family that will dispose of him the moment he stops serving his purpose. 

“How’s your brother doing by the way?” she asks snarkily, knowing it’ll hit a nerve, “Hope the burns aren’t too bad.” 

Clarke grabs the glass intent on finishing with a swing and get out before shit hits the fan. He stares her with a murderous look in his eyes and takes the glass away from her before she can drink its content. The volume inside seems to have gone down but Clarke knows he wont try anything against her, not here. 

“You are very brave under her protection aren’t you detective?”

The accusation leaves a sour taste in her mouth. She’s not a pet but she knows she is seen as one inside these walls. It’s why she’s left mostly unbothered despite her job title, why all she gets are sneers  and empty threats.

“It’s getting late” with a pained gesture, Clarke pays for the two drinks in cash, making a point of not backing down in her stance when exiting her seat, “if you’d excuse.”

The cold hair hits her hard and Clarke takes a deep breath away from the smell of cigars and booze. Another trip that let no where. At this point she doesn't know whats she’s looking for or why she keeps coming back to Grounders. 

She’s nearing her bike, helmet secured under her arm when she reaches inside the pocket of her leather jacket only to find it empty of her keys and phone.

Shit.

“Looking for these Griffin?” 

Quint appears from the darkness of the alleyway where she parked, the keys of her bike dangling from one hand, gun in the other. Clarke takes a step back, putting distance between them as she tries to figure out an escape plan.

“You're not so brave now are you?”

A bullet passes by her, but not from Quints side. The shot goes right above her shoulder to enter Quint's heart. Fast and on target, a her trademark. 

Clarke rolls her eyes and fishes her keys from the dead man’s hands before turning to face her.

“You should not be out so late, love.”

[life-love-and-lotr]

@chaos-in-bright-pink-hair-dyes Killjoys Week 2023 Day 2- Smoke

Smoking was banned within Battery City. It was considered an unclean pastime that only damaged the lungs of its hardworking citizens. But Frank had already decided that scarred lungs were worth the freedom he felt when smoking, so made his weekly trip to the black market to buy a packet.

This time the trip took 10 times longer than it usually did due to the abnormal drac patrols polluting the streets. It wasn't unusual to see the masked figures, but the sheer numbers were concerning. The only time that they came down in such numbers was when there was a break-in (or out) in the middle of the city. And that always ended in chaos.

Frank pondered the mystery as he walked, taking his time to not get caught. He ended up in the familiar warehouse that held the market. Illegal weapons, android parts, and medications, all ready for purchase. The target for Frank was a man who only went by the name Horseshoe Crab. His attire, an all red ensamble complete with top hat, made it pretty obvious that he was a killjoy. A killjoy who always had a knack for getting out of sticky situations. If anyone here knew what had happend, it would be him.

"Hey Horseshoe. Were you the reason why there are so many drac patroles out? Seems like something you would do."

The older man, looking mockingly shocked at the accusation, stuck his hands in the air in defeat.

"What do you mean? I would never do anything to rile up the pigs. How very dare you. Seriously though, it wasn't any of the Suitehearts. From what I heard, two of the top Scarecrows sons just escaped the city. They have become true killjoys now. Good for them thats what I think. Anyway, want your usual?"

Frank had to blink away the sudden reilisation from his eyes. His mother had two brothers come through her transition house just two days ago. They looked too clean and scared half to death. The youngest didnt look much older than 8, the oldest being the same age as Frank. She had shooed him away from the room when helping them, then sent them away faster than most. She must have known how important they were.

"Thanks. Hey, tell Doctor B we might need more medication. That breakout is gonna cause hell on the voluenteers. And I know mom will wanna be prepared when shit hits the fan"

"Will do. Be careful out there. They are getting more dangorus every passing day. Wouldn't want to bury my best customer now would I?"

Frank did his best to squirm his way out of Horse Shoes inevitable head rub, messing up his sholder-length hair. No matter how hard he tried to be a sarcastic asshole, he always ended up just being a true Suiteheart.

"You to. I don't wan't my favourite dealer to go completly out the window do I?"

After handing the credits over Frank left, a single pack of cigarettes in his hand. He waited until he got to his usual quiet smoking place before pulling one out. He was able to climb through a slot in the wall surrounding the city and perch upon the top. It looked out onto the desert, a beautiful sandy expanse that Frank could only dream of getting to. Just like the two mystery boys.

As he lit the cigarette, he thought about them. How they were just left to learn the desert on their own. He worried about them as the length of the nic stick shortened. And as the final smoke cloud breifly covered his view, he considered what it would be like if he left. Nobody would care enough to send an army to bring him back and he sure as hell wouldn't have a transition house to go through. His mum would string him up by the neck if he even asked to leave.

A sudden noise pulled Frank away from his contemplation. He didn't even get the chance to stamp out his cigarette before his vision flashed white. As he was pulled away from the safest place he knew, the packet fell to the floor. The last reminder of the boy he used to be