#right now she has a ball and os yelling about

[kitefreecss]

me: I love enriching animals so they display varied behaviours for a fulfilling life :)

the behaviours:

MOAW!!!WOWOAAA!!!MMA!MA!!MOOWWOWOWUHGHH!!

[rubysunnday]

cursed

Summary: Throughout her entire childhood, Y/N was told tales of how grisha were cursed. When the Grisha testers turn up in Kribirsk to test the soldiers who had escaped their radar, Y/N finds her entire life flipping upside down when she is revealed to be Grisha.

Song prompt: 6) Fairytale - Alexander Rybak

request: @musicallisto Congrats on 2.5k, that's amazing! You deserve each and every one of your followers and more. Could I request song prompt 6 (Fairytale by Alexander Rybak) with Mal Oretsev? I love that song so much and it has such good potential with Mal, I'm sure you'll come up with an amazing idea! Thank you lovely! 💜

The Little Palace was too big.

Y/N had gotten lost numerous times in the three weeks since she'd been plucked from Kribirsk by the grisha testers and sent to Os Alta.

It was tradition for the grisha testers to travel down from the Little Palace to Kribirsk to test the soldiers who had slipped through the cracks. Y/N hadn't thought twice about it, stepping up to the heartrender and holding out her right hand.

Instantly, everything changed.

Y/N had been brought up on the horror stories of the grisha and had been taught from a young age that to be grisha was to be cursed. Superstition and fear fed a lot into the stories Y/N was told but they stayed with her.

And now she was cursed.

She was the only soldier from the First Army to be identified as grisha. The heartrender, Fedyor, was nice enough as he walked her to their carriage and explained what was going to happen, how excited he was that she was a heartrender like him.

But Y/N was desperately looking for Mal, her eyes scanning the crowds of people watching her for any sign of her best friend.

Y/N didn't see him anywhere.

From Kribrisk, Y/N had been taken to the Little Palace, put in a kefta that felt awkward and itchy. The glamour of the Little Palace felt wrong compared to the dirt of the First Army. Y/N felt completely out of place in Os Alta and wanted nothing more than to simply disappear.

The last time she'd seen Mal, they'd argued over something incredibly stupid. Y/N had yelled at Mal and stormed out the tent and had been forced to go to the grisha testers and never got the chance to apologise.

She didn't know when, or if, she'd ever see him again.

Y/N wanted to leave the Little Palace - she wanted to run and run and never look back. And she wanted Mal by her side. She'd spent almost every day training and learning how to be a heartrender, how to listen for heartbeats and how to stop someone's heart just by using her hands.

And she hated every minute. Everytime she looked in the mirror at herself and noted how much healthier and happier she looked, she hated it. She knew she was cursed.

Prince Vasily's birthday ball was the biggest event the Little Palace had seen for a few years. Every single Grisha had been forced to attend, dressed in their finest keftas and with a smile on their faces.

Y/N tried not to scratch her neck as the embroidery on her collar itched her skin. She was so uncomfortable and could feel the eyes of almost the entire room watching her curiously.

The room felt hot and Y/N began to feel overwhelmed and stepped out into the corridor, walking away from the ballroom and trying to create some space between her and the rest of the Grisha.

"Y/N!"

Y/N sighed quietly as Fedyor approached, a cheery smile on his face.

"Hello, Fedyor," Y/N said, trying to smile except it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Fedyor noticed and his smile dropped. "What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes scanning her face.

"I just got a bit overwhelmed," Y/N replied, seeing no reason to lie to the heartrender in front of her. He would know if she was lying, anyway. "This is all very different to what I'm used to."

Fedyor smiled with understanding. "Do you want me to help?"

Y/N wanted to say no. She wanted to tell him to leave her alone and not curse her anymore than she was.

Instead, she found herself saying yes.

Fedyor gently grabbed Y/N's wrist. He pushed the sleeve of her kefta up slightly and wrapped his fingers around her wrist, the tips of his fingers resting on her pulse point.

Y/N instantly felt her heartbeat slow down and a wave of calm rushed over her so suddenly that her knees almost buckled.

"There," Fedyor said, smiling his charming smile. Y/N found herself smiling back at him - Fedyor had that effect on people.

"Thank you," Y/N replied as he let go of her wrist.

Fedyor nodded. "Take a moment and then come back in - you can come and stand with me and Genya for tonight."

Y/N watched as Fedyor headed back into the ballroom and rolled her shoulders, relaxing herself further. She turned around and immediately walked into someone. She stumbled back and looked up, fully prepared to have a go at them.

Only for Mal to be looking back at her, a hand outstretched, ready to catch her if she didn't catch her balance.

"Mal!" Y/N exclaimed, surprise on her face. "What are you doing here?"

"I've been trying to find a way to you for weeks," Mal explained, his words hushed in case someone overheard.

"Why?" Y/N asked, genuinely surprised. "I thought -"

"Y/N, just because you are a grisha, doesn't mean I stopped caring for you," Mal replied quietly, his eyes meeting hers.

Y/N glanced behind her and grabbed Mal's hand, pulling him into an empty, dark stairwell.

"Why did you come for me?" Y/N asked Mal, her brain still trying to comprehend the fact that he was in front of her. "I thought you hated grisha."

"Because they think themselves better because they can do magic," Mal replied.

"It's not magic, its small science," Y/N whispered.

"Fine, they can do science," Mal corrected. "Every grisha I have met thinks they are better than the bloody Saints. But I know you aren't like that and I know that this," he waved a hand around at the walls, "is your worst nightmare."

"But how did you get here?" Y/N asked, frowning.

"Special honours for the Prince's birthday," Mal explained simply. "I'm a plus one."

"Of course." Y/N bit her lip. She felt her eyes burning and she looked at Mal. "Mal, I want to leave. And I have wanted to leave since I arrived -"

"Then let's go," Mal said, holding out his hand and cutting her off.

Y/N didn't hesitate. She took his hand and gripped it tightly. The two reunited once more.

The wagon Mal and Y/N had managed to sneak into rolled to a halt somewhere near the border with Fjerda. Mal held a finger to his lips as they heard the driver step out the front of the wagon, patting his horse.

Y/N kept quiet, breathing softly to make sure no one heard them hiding away in the back.

Mal waited until the driver had left before he pushed open the flap of the back of the tent. He jumped out and held a hand out to Y/N.

Y/N took Mal's hand as she climbed out the wagon, jumping down and landing on the muddy ground. Mal pulled the hood of her cloak up with gentle hands and tucked her hair under her hood.

"If we go up into the mountains and find somewhere to sleep for the night, we can get a ship to Ketterdam or Novyi Zem tomorrow," Mal said, his hand lingering on her cheek for a moment.

Y/N nodded and the two began walking up the track that wound its way up to the mountains.

They approached a small stream cutting the track in two and Mal walked over it first, holding a hand out for Y/N as she stepped over it. Y/N took it, letting Mal guide her over the rocks and stones and she hopped onto the other side.

Y/N didn't utter a word as they walked up the trail, getting further and further into the mountains. Mal kept looking behind every few minutes to check that she was still there and hadn't fallen down a hill.

After about an hour of walking, Mal found a cave that shielded them from the worst of the elements and guided Y/N into it with a hand on her back.

Y/N stepped in to the cave and sat down on a rock, tucking her knees close to her body, shielding herself off from Mal and the world.

Mal set his pack and weapons down and sat down opposite Y/N. He could tell that she wasn't herself and was scared. He remembered the stories Y/N had grown up with and sighed.

"I don't think you're cursed, Y/N," Mal said quietly.

Y/N looked up at him, the hood of her cloak hiding most of her face from view. "What?"

"Those stories you told me, the ones about the grisha," Mal explained. "They are just stories meant to scaremonger the children into fearing grisha - I heard similar tales when I was at the orphanage."

Y/N pressed her lips together into a thin line, pulling her cloak tightly around her shoulders. "I'm a monster."

Mal knelt down in front of her and gently took her hands in his. "No. No, you are not." He turned her hands over so that they were palm up. He traced a finger along the lines in her palm. "You could kill me with a snap of your fingers, Y/N, and yet you haven't. You could turn my insides into jelly and make me fall in love with you but you haven't."

"How do you know that I haven't?" Y/N asked quietly. "How can you be so certain that I'm not cursed?"

"Because I was in love with you long before you ever realised you were grisha," Mal said softly.

Y/N looked up from her hands, her eyes searching Mal's. "Really?"

"Really." Mal took his hand and put it against Y/N's cheek, brushing her hair back with his thumb. "No one could make me fall in love with you because I already am in love with you."

Y/N nestled her face into Mal's hand, closing her eyes and relishing the feeling of his hand on her cheek.

"You are not cursed, Y/N," Mal whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. "You are human."

[triptuckers]

Two Homes (part 3/7) - Nikolai Lantsov

Request: nope Pairing:  Nikolai Lantsov x reader Summary:  you’ve successfully escaped the ball room, but you run into someone you had been trying to avoid when you’re in the gardens Warnings: lil angst, mentions of gunshots and blood Word count:  2K A/N: hehe he is here !! finally lol enjoy reading! PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART TAG LIST (two homes and/or all grishaverse fics): @godsofwriting @im-constantly-fangirling  @ayushmitadutta @mrs-brekker15 @dancingwith-sunflowers @thegirlwiththeimpala @parker-natasha @story-scribbler @romanoffstarkovs @daliareads @meiitanoia @itsnotquimey (if your name is in bold it means I couldn’t tag you) add yourself to my tag lists here 

You can faintly hear the music in the ball room. But the closer you get to the gardens, the more you have to concentrate to be able to hear the music. You can’t help but to smile to yourself. You made it out of the ball room. 

All you had to do was wait until the ball was over and you would be on your way back to Ketterdam. Your father would probably be furious at you. But it was about time he learned he couldn’t continue to control your life.

As you’re walking through the gardens, the many different flowers take your breath away. You didn’t have a ball room like the one you just left in Ketterdam. You also certainly didn’t have a garden like this. 

You walk the paths, amazed by the plants around you. You had never seen something like this before. If King Nikolai would have invited you to this garden instead of a ball, you might have seriously considered accepting his invitation.

Time passes as you admire the extraordinary flowers surrounding you. The palace has long since vanished from your eyesight, and the sun is almost gone. You can see some stars in the sky already. 

Even though you didn’t want to come here, even though you spent the entire journey getting here wishing for Ketterdam, you couldn’t deny you’d be upset if you had missed out on the beautiful gardens. 

You wonder if the ball has already ended, and want to make your way back to the palace, when you see a silhouette in the distance. Did someone else escape the ball to go to the gardens? Or worse; did someone follow you when you leapt from the balcony?

Though you’re in the gardens near a palace and not in the streets of Ketterdam, you’re still on edge by a stranger’s presence. You stop walking and listen closely to their movements, ready to strike should they attack you. 

You watch from a distance as they walk closer. Hands behind their back, slowly walking through the garden. You notice the way their shoulders slump a little. Tired of the dancing maybe? Or trying to deceive you?

When they walk closer, and the last bit of sunshine falls on their face, you see blonde hair and a pair of hazel eyes.

A look of surprise finds its way onto his face when he spots you. 

‘Well, hello.’ he says, sounding genuinely surprised to see another person in the gardens. ‘I believe we haven’t met?’ 

You shake your head. ‘No, we haven’t.’ you say.

He looks up and down your dress, sending goosebumps along your bare arms. You couldn’t deny he was indeed as handsome as described in the stories. 

‘I’d say you fled the ball.’ he says. ‘I’m Nikolai, I don’t think you were introduced before the ball started.’

You notice how he introduces himself as Nikolai, and not as the king. 

‘I didn’t flee.’ you say. ‘And no, I wasn’t introduced.’ 

‘Oh, that wasn’t a question.’ says Nikolai. ‘Merely a statement. I’d remember a dress and a face like that.’ 

Your lips slightly part in surprise. ‘Do you flirt with every woman you meet tonight?’ you ask.

‘Do you flee from every ball you attend?’ he says without missing a beat, making you chuckle.

‘This is the first ball I’ve ever been to.’ you admit. 

‘Apparently it’s not a very good one, given that you left before it even started.’ he says.

‘It’s not about wether or not it’s a good ball.’ you say. ‘I just didn’t want to be in Ravka.’

‘But you are here.’ he points out.

‘Because my father basically dragged me here.’ you say, crossing your arms. 

‘Your father, is he a Kerch merchant? There was one who didn’t introduce his daughter because she wasn’t there. So, that would mean you’re Y/F/N /Y/L/N, right?’ says Nikolai.

‘You’re good.’ you say.

‘I’m good at a number of things.’ he says with a wink. 

‘Clearly.’ you say. 

Nikolai smiles and holds out his arm to you. ‘Do you want to go for a walk?’ he says.

You look at him extending his arm to you, smile on his lips and a twinkling in his eyes. You were dying to know why he had left the ball as well, and you actually didn’t mind the company. It made you curious and eager to find out if the stories you had heard about him are true.

So you nod with a smile, and lay a hand on his arm.

‘I’ll take you to my favorite spot in the gardens.’ he says, steering the two of you onto one of the paths.

‘Can I ask you a question?’ you say.

‘Of course.’ says Nikolai.

‘Why did you leave the ball?’ you say.

Nikolai looks at you and smiles. ‘Because even though I’m an excellent dancer, I also need breaks.’ he says. ‘I needed some fresh air.’

‘Are you really good at dancing or are you trying to impress me?’ you say.

‘Take your pick.’ he says.

For someone who didn’t want to be here and who had no intention of meeting the king, you found yourself starting to like him. He’s easy to talk to, and seems genuinely interested in you. And he’s not offended to find you in the gardens instead of the ball room.

‘Was it your idea to throw this ball to pick a bride?’ you say as you walk past a plant with particularly large orange flowers.

Nikolai sighs softly. ‘No.’ he says. ‘It was a decision made by Zoya and Genya, two of my triumvirate.’ 

‘Because they wanted you to marry?’ you say.

‘Because they wanted me to form an alliance and because I couldn’t establish one through politics, they thought I should try getting one through marriage.’ he says. 

You look at him, trying to read his face. ‘But you don’t want that.’ you say.

Nikolai looks at you and raises an eyebrow. ‘I personally don’t want to marry someone I don’t know for the sake of an alliance. But it’s what’s best for Ravka. And I like to put Ravka’s needs first.’ he says.

‘Spoken like a true king.’ you say. 

‘Well, I try to be a good one.’ he says as the two of you sit down on a bench.

‘From the stories I heard, you are.’ you say.

‘Really?’ says Nikolai. ‘Fancy telling me one of them?’

You laugh and shake your head. ‘I’m sure you’ve already heard them.’ you say.

‘What would it take for you to tell me one of those stories?’ says Nikolai.

You shrug. ‘A ticket to Ketterdam?’ you say.

He frowns. ‘You really want to go back that badly?’ he says.

‘No offence, but yes. I’ve been wanting to go back ever since the ship sailed away. Don’t take it personal, but I never had any intention of going to Os Alta in the first place.’ you say.

‘I understand.’ he says.

You look at him, confused. ‘You do?’

‘What, you think people haven’t made decisions for me my entire life?’ he says. ‘I know what it’s like not being able to make your own choices. I do appreciate you actually coming, though. You’re the first person I've talked to tonight who doesn’t throw themselves at me before I can even say hello.’ 

You laugh at his words. ‘Sorry for not throwing myself at you. Though I’m sure you’re used to it by now.’ you say.

Nikolai laughs as well. ‘Don’t apologise, it’s refreshing.’ he says.  

The two of you are silent as you look at the plants that surround you. It’s rather peaceful, being away from the buzzing ball room and just sitting on a bench to have a conversation.

‘Why is this your favourite part or the gardens?’ you ask him after a while.

In response, Nikolai points to a bush of bright yellow flowers. ‘Those are my favourites.’ he says. ‘Native to Novyi Zem, but Grisha can make sure they can grow here as well. They bloom for very short periods of time, mostly it’s just one week during summer. That’s why the Zemeni call them Summer’s Week. They’ve always been my favourite flowers. I always visit this spot during each summer, to see them bloom.’ he explains.

‘They’re beautiful.’ you say. ‘Such a shame we don’t have gardens like this in Ketterdam. I would have loved to spend more time here.’

‘I’d invite you to stay, but that would mean I'd have to propose and you made it very clear you want to go back to Ketterdam.’ says Nikolai. 

He gets up and walks over to the bush with the yellow flowers. You watch as he carefully picks one and walks back to you. He smiles as he hands it to you.

‘You can have one.’ he says. ‘If it still looks good when you get to Ketterdam, you can dry it, keep it between the pages of a book or something.’ he says.

You smile as you take the flower from him. ‘Thank you.’ you say. 

Nikolai looks back in the direction of the palace, though you can’t see it from here. 

‘I should go back.’ he says. ‘They’re probably wondering where I am, and I’d rather not have Zoya organise a search party.’

‘She’d do that?’ you say.

‘You have no idea what she’s capable of.’ says Nikolai, offering you his arm once more. You accept it and rise to your feet. 

As you start to walk back to the palace, Nikolai looks at you and smiles when he catches your eye.

‘This has been nice.’ he says.

‘The gardens?’ you say.

‘I can visit the gardens any time I like. No, talking with you. You allow me to be Nikolai. Everyone in that ball room only thinks of me as a king. They only think of themselves as future queens.’ he says.

‘But they are potential queens.’ you say. Nikolai looks at you and you remember his words. ‘Right.’ you say. ‘For Ravka.’

You see the palace appear in the distance, and by the looks of it the ball is still in full swing. You sigh softly, not looking forward to reuniting with your father and having him yell at you.

‘Well, here we are.’ says Nikolai, stopping in front of the palace. He motions to your left. ‘The doors are that way.’ he says. ‘And even though there are no gardens over there, we do have a lake which is also very nice.’ he says while motioning to your right.

You let go of his arm and frown. ‘You don’t want me to return to the ball?’ you say.

Nikolai merely shrugs. ‘Why would I? You don’t want to go there, and I’m not your king so technically, you don’t have to do anything I say.’ he says.

‘You really are an extraordinary king.’ you say, making him smile. ‘I see why your people love you so much.’ 

‘Hearing anyone say that means a lot to me.’ says Nikolai. He moves to stand in front of you. ‘Are you sure I can’t convince you to come and have one dance with me?’ he says.

You smile. ‘I think I’ll check out the lake.’ you say.

‘Alright then.’ says Nikolai, walking away toward the doors. ‘But watch out for the sea monster, though.’ he adds.

Your eyes widen. ‘You have a sea monster in your lake?’ you say.

But you never found out the answer. Before Nikolai can say anything, you hear a sound you know all tho well. How could you not recognise it after living in Ketterdam for years? 

Gunshots. Two of them. 

You watch as Nikolai falls to the floor, blood soaking his shoulder and stomach.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

[menshusband]

\\ this is a bit long. skip to the end if you do not want to read it all!

i love Cloudy because with him i would be free to keep a straight face, which others consider “unhappy”, and because i relate to him.

i love Joker because he thinks that what happened to him will happen to anyone who does not smile. not that he cares about others, but since i am in his life, he does anything possible to make me smile without a knife.

i love Bane because he knows what sufferance is, and has a kind heart, thus he would do anything to protect me.

i love Arthur because he is mature and serious, but has an awesome humour at the right moment, always. he would help me focus when there is need to, and laugh when i am down.

i love Benji because he is a technology genius. because he plays videogames and chews a gum during work, yet he is responsible. he is a bit nervous, but i do not blame him considering his job. he would try to keep me out of his work business, “it is too dangerous. i cannot tell you. and then itʼs top secret!11!!” ...but he would give up either to my puppy eyes or my stubbornness. he is definitely a bit underrated, too.

i love Chuck because he is fast. i am a pretty slow person, and i get called out quite a lot because of it. but he would tell me that it is alright, and he would take me on his back and show me what it is like to go that fast. if i liked it, he would help me become faster; if not, he would just let me have some rides every now and then. ... and then he is a dork.

i love Fred because he would make me laugh at any time of the day, in any way possible. he would have success 9/10 times. that one time i would not stop crying, he would just hold me and tell me comfort words, and tell George to shut up.

i love Hermes because he is really caring, friendly, chilled out, always has the right words, and he is fast. he would help me trip on my own tongue less, and would slow down his talking when he sees i am not getting much. he would give me a ride flying at an insane speed, just to be very unfunny because he knows i do not like heights. but he knew that i would like it and that would help me overcome my fear.

i love L because he is a very smart boy. he would help me stop lying completely, even for the small things. not that i usually lie - i actually hate lying - but i do not always tell the whole truth.

i love Lumière because he is romantic. i am not really much, so he would just be the nicest man on earth and offer me to dance, take me to beautiful places in Paris and to stargazing at night. and then he would also teach me french.

i love Marshall Mellow because, although he is shy, this never ever stops him from bringing to an end all of his orders, or anything he starts at all, whatever it takes. he would protect me in any way possible and take care of me.

i love Peter because he is fragile. because he needs to be taken care of, and i want to. i want to help him. because he has a trauma, and it will take him time to overcome it. and i want to be by his side all the way through it. i want to be his comfort anchor for when he wakes up from a nightmare, and he looks for something real to cling on in his bed. i want to help him understand it was not his fault, any of it, and that the spirits are finally gone. that he is safe, with me.

i love Sherlock because he is not an easy one. he has his very own way to think, to act, and i love it. i would do anything he would ask me to, and he would teach me all the things he knows - which are a lot. when he would catch a criminal and we would be home, he would feel guilty not to thank me for my help - even if small; and despite his bad skills in showing affection, he would call me and gimme a kiss on my forehead to thank me.

i love Stanley because he has been through a lot. kind of same story as Peter, but Stan is a bit stronger. i want to help him understand that he is safe now, that IT is gone, and will never come back. that none of that was his fault, and that his life still has got much for him.

i love Timon because he tries his best. he is a free spirit, yet he tries to adapt to his herd lifestyle. he tries to explain kindly why he thinks that he is not where he wants to be, and he always tries to fix his mistakes; yet everyone always sees him under a bad light. i relate to him in a way.

i love tin man because he is kind hearted and extremely caring. he is sensitive and, although he might not be the bravest, he never steps back when it comes to help someone.

i love Tulio because he is realistic. he is rational and always looks for a possible way out of things. he would help me solve my problems and teach me how to be down to earth and think quicker. he is very lucid, and despite how much he is attached to gold, he is always able to listen to his “little voice inside his head” and do the right thing. he is not insensitive.

i love Tschakko because he is brave. he is pretty smart in his own way, and protective as well. he is respectful towards women and always ready to attack someone or use dynamite, even when unnecessary. he would probably try to soften and not to yell as much as he could when i am around, knowing it startles me, but still would give me - kinder - orders to help me not to be too lazy.

i love Marvin because he is literally crazy. he is also really precise. he would definitely teach me how to use a gun and, as opposed to Benji, he would have no problem involving me in whatever his friends and he get caught into. does not mean he does not care about me– as soon as i get hurt, he will go insane and.. yeah.

i love Mickey because he!! is!! my!! childhood!!

i love Miguel because he has a big heart. he is a very human person, and a dreamer, which i really admire; not many people are able to. i love his way of thinking and how he stands for justice always, no matter what.

i love Ryuk because... because?? this is pretty hard to answer lol. he is funny, and.. a shinigami. i know he cares about me and would definitely have a crush on me at some point, but i frankly do not know how far he would go to defend me. but, i do know that he would be interested in anything i do during the day, both as human and as me myself, and would want to know what i want to do with the Death Note.

i love scarecrow because he is damn smart. that is it.

i appreciate Bobo because he is an adorable dork!! he might get annoying sometimes, but i would love to take care of him and patiently explain him everything. ... however, cannot deny that seeing him getting slapped upside the head by Tschakko or Cloudy would crack me up a LOT.

i appreciate Cooky because he cares about the others health!!! he always cooks healthy meals for them and does not want them to skip a meal. he is also a bit smarter than the others, sooo, a tiny bit less irritating..? lmao.

i appreciate Ralphy because he is so neat!!! Sunny is right, he is very nice!! his attempts to be a dwarf in the beginning were so adorable! i am glad his dreams came true and that he got to be a dwarf!!!

i appreciate Speedy because he is hilarious. despite he is a bit slow, i cannot say word to it, because i myself am! and then, he tries his best to stay behind others and help, which is nice.

i appreciate Sunny because he is solar, and always tries to light up everyoneʼs day. he always sees the bright side of everything, which i am.. almost never able to, so he would definitely help me a lot with that.

i appreciate CASE because IT IS SO ADORABLY SMART AND GREAT

i appreciate TARS because IT IS SO ADORABLY FUNNY AND BRAVE

i appreciate the Cheshire Cat because. he is a damn fluff ball, i would love to hug him all day. he is the cutest and obnoxiously clever.

i appreciate Gumball because he is just ridiculous, in a loving way!! he is the best when it comes to dumbassary and thus make me laugh. i am happy i consider him my brother :)

i appreciate Darwin because he is a bit more rational and sensitive, and without him, Gumball would probably be dead a long time ago. although sometimes they might keep me out of their “boys business”, i love seeing them sharing their unique bond.

i appreciate B. B. because he.. alright, give me a second. i ran out of words lmao. i appreciate the fact that he is vegetarian! and i love the brother bond he has with Cyborg. i am glad to think they would involve me in their nerdy projects. also, he would totally let me have a ride on whichever animal i would like hehe.

i appreciate Raven because she is so cool!!! i always wanted her to be my sister. i have always admired her rationality and intelligence. and then!! she is daughter of a demon!! she has super cool powers!! WHAT!!!

i appreciate Cyborg because he is neat!! he would let me watch him fix or create any technology piece he comes up with, and try to include me as much as he can in any project or event that is up!

i appreciate Robin because he tries his best to be a good leader for everyone. he tries to be responsible and focus on saving the city when the others do not! he is not very patient as a leader, but i cannot blame him. i myself am a bit too irascible at times.

i appreciate Starfire because, despite she might look a bit dumb, she is just a nice, pretty princess. she is sensitive and cares a lot about the others, and enjoys living on earth, which i am glad of! she has made enormous progresses since when she came here, considering she was already a teen when she arrived. and then, she has super cool powers too!!!

of course there are many more reasons why i like my f/os, but letʼs just say these are the “mains”.

i have made this long, long post not only because i wanted to give at least a reason per f/o, but also because i wanted to give you all a help. this is a good exercise for you and your f/os both, especially when you feel like you are not very close to them. try to say why you love them, or why you have fallen for them first, and try to include something they would do for/with you. this can help!

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battle cries, dear

Read on AO3 | @bamf-jaskier‘s Witchertober 2020 Day 9 - Destiny

"Come on, Mordred, just put me on the roster?" Beorn is not begging, but he's close. Mordred's been put in charge of a team the trainers are sending out to deal with the wyvern sealing sheep (and at least one goat, according to councilor Eskel's last count) from the farmlands of Kaer Morhen.

"Why are you so set on this, B?" Mordred asks, exasperation leaking into his tone. The Wolf pup cornered Mordred in the library, and he desperately needed to visit with one of the mages (Ashwood, if he was being honest he preferred talking to Ashwood) in order to get help preparing potion for the trip. It wouldn't be far, so they wouldn't need much. Yet, he's still here, because, despite Beorn's diminutive size, the idiot was fast (and Mordred is fond of him).

Beorn huffs. "Because for one, it never hurts to have extra people on a hunt like this, and witcher code or whatever doesn't prohibit traveling in groups," he says, sounding bored with his own explanation. "And two, there are no Wolves in your team and three -" he leans forward for emphasis "- you know the only reason they excluded me from consideration because of my size. I passed the trials, Mordred, I'm a full-fledged Witcher just like you and they treat me like a fucking initiate."

"There is a Wolf on the team," Mordred says with a sigh, "we're bringing Oskar."

"Good. He'll vouch for me then."

"Freya's blessed ass, Beorn." Mordred sees an opening and twists away from his friend, walking briskly towards the main hall. Beorn soon falls in step next to him, and Mordred growls. "Fine! Fine. Just meet us at the stables in two hours." They stop in the main hall and Beorn's face lights up. "If you're late, we're leaving without you."

                                                         ---

Initiates crowd around the hunting group as they gather at the stables - many of them haven't seen teams of witchers prepare for hunts and the elders are still used to the old days when witchers walked their Paths alone. Mordred spends time checking over their potion supply before addressing each member of the team.

"Wynona, did you bring explosive bolts?"

A young, lithe Viper Witcher stood slightly apart from the group with her arms crossed over her chest. Her lip curled from a large bite scar, the partners of which danced up the left side of her face. “Letho took a huge supply with him down to Aedirn,” she said, scowling. “Arms master said we can’t spare any for right now. Cactus helped me make some grapeshot to compensate.”

“How many grenades?”

“About ten.”

“It’ll have to do,” Mordred says, picking at the ragged scar on his forehead.

“We’ve got some split bolts,” called Liam, one of the taller boys, standing next to his twin brother, Gavin. The only difference between the two were the scars down their arms - Gavin sported bite marks from various necrophages; Liam, slashes and gouges from aerial beasts. (They wore Cat armor that exposed their forearms to help people identify them.) “Gav picked some up on his way back from Kovir.”

Mordred nods, “Anything else? We’ve got enough Swallow - more than enough, you know how Amma is with prep work.” A series of good-natured groans echo out from the group. “Hearing none, we gotta do a roll-call and then head out. Wynona, Liam, and Gavin are here, obviously. Drummond?”

“Here.” Drummond, a Manticore of considerable bulk and height, crouches near the initiates as he finishes pulling on his leather gauntlets and checking the various pouches strapped to his armor.

“Oskar? Beorn?”

“Both here, Dred!” Os calls as Beron finishes securing a section of chainmail over Os’ right thigh. Of the crew, the two Wolves have a more haphazard collection of gear - their swords are fine, but lack the pommels standard to their school. Both boys have linen and leather armor, well-cared for and hand patched in places. The Wolves still prized self-sufficiency, and their yearlings tended to purchase or patch their gear on the Path, rather than returning to a Witcher outpost for repair.

Mordred sighs - he’d hoped maybe Os would talk some sense into Beorn. Still, they were here, and that’s what mattered. “Cel?” He calls out. The Griffin (sporting traditional light-Griffin School plate over linen armor), waved their hand.

“Can we get on with it,” Wynona hissed. “We’re wasting time.”

“Look, if you want to explain to Papa Vesemir why we didn’t turn in a roster before leaving, be my guest,” Modred responds, looking over his list and making notes. He rolls up his list and looks over the crowd of initiates. “Alright, littles, you have training with councilman Eskel in fifteen and best get to the training grounds now.”

Most of the initiates scatter, though Mordred stops Friedrik and hands him the note. Friedrick nods, bouncing on the balls of his feet and sprints off toward the keep to deliver the roster to the keep’s Porter.  The team followed Mordred toward the eastern gate, and Drummond went over the plan.

“The wyvern has been spotted east of here, near a ruined watchtower at the other end of the Pond,” he starts, falling into step behind Mordred and allowing the others to circle around him. “It’s likely to have its nest somewhere in that area, perhaps even in the ruins. Plan is Wynona hits the nest with grapeshot -”

“Damn straight.”

“- Liam and Gavin will find high ground and use their scattershot to ground the thing,” Drummond continues. “Beorn and Os, you’re on the ground near the nest as Wynona’s backup, while Mordred and I focus on drawing its attention.” The manticore absently cracks his knuckles. “Not saying this’ll be easy - lots of points of failure. But it should be routine, yeah?”

Os groans. “Don’t fucking jinx it, Drummond.” Liam and Gavin burst into laughter (fucking, Cats) and clap Os on the back.

“Come on, Os, we have Beorn,” Gavin says with a toothy grin. “A whole extra witcher for a wyvern small enough that the trainers considered sending initiates with us to watch. We’re going to be fine.”

                                                        ---

Wynona doesn’t get up immediately after crashing into the treeline; the wyvern, The Killer, tossed her from her perch at the tower toward the forest. Os and Beorn are pinned by a younger wyvern - the Killer’s hatchling, and likely the wyvern seen at the keep - and can only watch as she sails through the air and crashes through the branches. The grapeshot ignites the nest (Wynona managed to plant two grenades before the Killer spotted her), but the rest of the bombs explode from the shock of hitting the ground. The Wolves have no idea if their Viper comrade is still alive.

The Killer screams above them, taking flight and circling over the field - Beorn manages to clip the young wyvern in the wing with aard and sending it spinning toward Os, who sinks his sword into its neck. The hatchling screams, the Killer screams, and Os yanks his sword forward, neatly severing its head from its neck. His sword slips free of the wyvern and he and Beorn sprint toward the tree line; crossbow bolts tear through the Killer’s wings, knocking it out of the air as it whirls back toward the Wolves. It crashes somewhere behind them as they sprint toward Wynona - she stumbles through the treeline, bleeding from a gash in her leg.

The next few things happen incredibly quickly - the Killer hauls itself into the air, low enough to threaten Mordred and Drummond with her claws; Beorn hears the Killer scream and pick up speed toward Wynona; two more sets of crossbow bolts screech through the air, slashing new cuts into the Killer’s wings; Mordred sprints toward Wynona but Beorn gets there first and lunges, attempting to cast Quen, but he doesn’t quite get the sign off in time. Beorn shoves Wynona out of the way and the Killer snatches Beorn off the ground, claws puncturing his armor.

Beorn screams.

Mordred knocks the Killer out of the sky with a well-cast Aard; the claw holding Beorn relaxes, dragging along his torso as the wyvern falls. Beorn hits the ground hard some distance behind the wyvern with a sickening crack that echoes in the ears of his friends.

Beorn loses track of his senses, the world turning to mush around him - he thinks he hears Drummond shouting, and the sound tastes like copper and heat and his own screaming. The world goes dark, but he feels Wynona’s knees thunk into the grass next to him and the burn of Full Moon on his lips.

                                                        ---

When the hunting team arrives, the pup they’re carrying is sobbing, delirious with pain. He’s babbling, the words largely lost in the tide of pain, blood, and tears. Elder witchers, yearlings and initiates flood the courtyard, and Drummond and Mordred lower Beorn onto a stretcher. Disconnected syllables continue to trip out over Beorn’s lips, but among them, Os manages to pick out a refrain.

"Amma. Get Amma, please. I want Amma."

Os sprints off toward the gardens, darting through the crowd at speed, barely dodging past people as he runs. The courtyard and artisan stalls give way to the gardens suddenly, as if they were portal-ed in from elsewhere. (In a way, they were - herbs were gathered in the wilds before Ashwood arrived at the keep.) Councilman Ashwood - their Amma - is crouched in the middle of the garden, scratching notes into a small notebook.

“Amma!” Os yells, unaware of the slip - none of them ever call Ashwood ‘Amma’ to his face. Still, Ashwood’s attention snaps upward; “It’s Beorn, please, he needs you!” Ashwood’s eyes widen; he snatches a bag from one of the collection tables, jogging toward the young Wolf.

“Where is he?” Ashwood asks, and Os turns heel, Ashwood not far behind. The return trip takes time - Ashwood is not a Witcher, and even at a dead sprint cannot match Os in speed. But he tries, and he skids to a stop in the courtyard, his chest heaving from the effort; the air is so thick with the scent of blood that it fills Ashwood’s lungs and mouth and he can nearly taste it. He swallows around his gag reflex - now is not the time to lose his stomach - and wades through the throng of people around Beorn.

“Please, give the boy some space,” Ashwood says firmly, barely louder than his normal speaking voice (the benefit of working with Witchers). Initiates and instructors alike move back, and Ashwood kneels next to Beorn. The boy - he could be called a boy, despite his twenty-four summers, because of Ashwood’s agelessness and the slowed aging of Witchers - has pulled at his hastily bandaged wounds, blood oozing from the deep gashes in his torso. Beorn babbled uselessly, and Ashwood takes his hand and gently brushes Beorn’s hair away from his face. “I’m here Beorn,” Ashwood murmurs, pushing a light healing spell into Beorn’s skin as he tries to comfort the young Witcher.

"Amma, Amma please, it hurts,” Beorn sobs, looking at Ashwood with hazy eyes.

"Shh, I know just stay still, we'll see what we can do about this, okay?" Ashwood looks up scanning the crowd. “Who did the field dressing?”

“I did, sir,” Wynona says, stepping forward. “I gave him a dose of Swallow and a dose of Full Moon, to treat any internal injuries, but the surface wounds…”

“You did an excellent job,” Ashwood says, holding up a hand. He makes eye contact with Mordred and Drummond in turn. “We need to get Beorn inside, to the infirmary,” he says, voice even and calm, “lift the stretcher gently and do your best not to jostle him. Keep him level.” The boys nod and gently lift Beorn off the ground. When Ashwood stands, Os hovers at his side, staying with him as they drift toward the keep.

“Amma, is he going to be okay?" Os murmurs, tentative and shy and almost too quietly for Ashwood to hear, but the name, ‘Amma’, sticks in his gut. He is Amma - Beorn had been calling for him, specifically. He wonders, distantly, why they named him that.

"We'll do what we can, Os,” Ashwood says, “Let's get inside where I can treat him better. The nickname can come later, right now he has one of his Witchers to treat. He and Os follow Mordred and Drummond closely, with a parade of yearling Witchers behind them. Instructors swarmed the initiates, moving the children back to the training grounds.

Ashwood hurls out a burst of magic as soon as they enter the keep - two birds erupt from green smoke swirling out of his hand and go screeching off in different directions. All activity in the keep stops; with no noise to distract from their frantic procession, it’s only a matter of time before people drifted over to watch them pass. Ashwood made eye contact with an instructor he recognized - Coën, of the Griffin School - and jerked his head toward the crowd.

“Okay, get back to your duties,” Coën yells through the crowd. “Stop fucking gawking!” Spectators danced away from the scene and parted as Triss made her way toward the infirmary door; she held the door open for Mordred and Drummond before tying back her loose, ginger curls and setting up a table of medical supplies.

“What do we need?” she asks, not bothering to look at Ashwood as he helps ease Beorn onto a bed. They’ve done this before, many times, with many Witchers.

“Catgut, sterilized needles,” Ashwood says. “Mordred, Drummond, you can go - make sure the rest of the yearlings know we’re doing everything we can.” The Bear and Manticore nod and leave the room, looking numb from the shock of things. Witchers are expected to die on the path, but not this young. Not on something that was supposed to be routine. Ashwood turned to Os - “I need you to go get us a few buckets of water, okay, Oskar?”

“Okay.”

“Warm, clean water. Not from the springs. You understand?” Beorn groans, rapidly losing the strength to even cry, pulling Ashwood’s attention away from the other Wolf.

“Yes, Amma,” Os says with a firm nod. He’s gone by the time Ashwood turns back to Triss, who pulls up a seat on the other side of the bed. She hands Ashwood a pair of scissors, and they begin the grim work of removing Beorn’s armor and cleaning his wounds.

                                                        ---

Vesemir arrives with Os, both carrying buckets of water. Ashwood and Triss are bloodied; Triss has a smear of blood across the coral brown skin on her cheek, obscuring her normally bright freckles. Ashwood is stitching up smaller wounds on Beorn’s chest, murmuring words of comfort as he works desperately to save the young Wolf.

“Amma… I can’t…” Beorn moans, fresh tears slipping down his face. Ashwood presses a warm hand against his neck, willing strength into Beorn’s failing body.

"Hush, pup,” Vesemir says, gently placing the requested water near the supply table. “Your Amma is doing his best, you need to be still." He turns to Triss and Ashwood, "Would this be easier if he was put under with Axii to keep him still?"

The mages share a look before Ashwood reluctantly nods. Vesemir makes the sign and presses it toward the injured Witcher. “Sleep,” he says, and Beorn is gone.

They send Os out for additional bandages and Vesemir gets to work grinding up celandine blooms and willow bark, mixing the herbs with water. Triss uses the mixture to gently wash Beorn’s deeper wounds as Ashwood works.

“When Os gets back with bandages, can you soak them in this mix?” Ashwood asks Vesemir.

“Of course,” he says, holding his hands out. “Is there anything else?”

“Prayer may not be out of the question,” Triss murmurs. “He’s feverish and in shock. Even if we get everything closed…”

“It’s going to take a lot of patience and magic to keep Beorn alive,” Ashwood finishes, a nearly imperceptible frown tugging at his lips. Vesemir lets out a ragged sigh.

“Prayer is not my forte,” he admits, “but I will help however I can.”

                                                        ---

It's early in the morning by the time they finish packing, stitching, and bandaging up Beorn. Vesemir took Os away hours ago and Triss takes her leave when she and Ashwood have dumped the last of the bloodied water buckets, leaving Ashwood alone in a chair by Beorn's bedside. Someone needs to stay, in case he wakes up. They agreed on shifts, but Ashwood knows he's not likely to leave the infirmary until Beorn does.

He sags a little in his chair staring up at the ceiling. Os has seen twenty-one summers; Beorn, twenty-four. Mordred is the oldest Bear of the yearlings, and he’s only seen twenty-seven summers. Aiden left home when he was five-years-old. They're children. Ashwood squeezes his eyes shut against the tears that threaten to fall, but he knows it's a lost cause as a ragged sob rips out of his chest.

 Amma, please, it hurts...!

They’d called him Amma - "A sort of version of Mama," Os told him, "because you're... you know... you and you take care of us."

Ashwood hadn't known what to say to that. He wonders, vaguely, when it started, but that wonder was snatched away by the sheer fucking injustice of it all. No one, none of the men (and the handful of women and others) who lived here deserved to be in that much pain. And yet Witchers had, for centuries, thrown themselves at monster after monster to protect folk that hate them. And hate them still. A fury burns in Ashwood's chest alongside his terror and sadness and he thinks he might kill the next person to insult the witchers to his face.

Beorn's breath hitches, his face momentarily twisted in pain - Ashwood watches him carefully, but he remains asleep. Ashwood takes his hand gently and traces the scars there - so many for one so young. Then again, was Ash any better? He'd inflicted his own wounds many a time by the time he turned four-and-twenty. Some days he felt like he might inflict many more.

"I just heard.” Ashwood starts when he hears Lambert at the door. “Is he...?" He's trying to be calm about it but he's rattled and angry and anxious and it's hard to keep your voice down and have it be gentle at the same time so he picks one and hopes the other one makes it through by force of will. It mostly comes through as a growl.

Ashwood looks up - there's no hiding tears that are sad and righteously angry. He lets out a shaky breath. "He's ah... Beorn's gonna be okay. Os and the others got him to the keep and then came and got me just in time," he says, trying not to look like an utter mess. "They're kids, Lamb," he mumbles into his hands.

Lambert finds a chair next to Ashwood and sits down, running a hand through his ginger hair - the beeswax pomade hadn’t held up well in his rush from repairing the walls. “What happened?” He asks. “They just told me he came in covered in blood.”

“He went out with the team of yearlings sent out to take care of the wyvern,” Ashwood says, eyes dark. “Coën got me the details - according to Mordred, the wyvern had a hatchling. Beorn was caught up in its claws trying to protect Wynona. He wasn’t able to cast Quen in time.” The mage sags again, leaning gently against Lambert’s side. “He was nearly incoherent when they got him here…”

“They’re just fucking kids,” Lambert mutters. “They’re kids, Ashwood, and we break ‘em down and build ‘em back up into Witchers and throw them out into a world that hates them. And the instructors don’t know shit about the yearlings. They just see a grown Witcher and assume they can handle the shit Geralt and I do.”

They sit in silence for a while, twin fires of rage and love burning down to their cinders. Because Lambert’s right - they’re practically children, despite their bluster and bravado. They have Lambert in their corner, obviously, but they have Ashwood now, too. And he’d do his best to keep them safe, to take care of them, make sure they knew someone on this fucked up Continent gave a damn about them. That, at least, he could do.

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Intermission

Summary: The villains meet to discuss what to do about the new superheroes giving them trouble Author’s Note: Finally finished that Hell Week story I decided to write! It lines up with the current events of the campaign, and sets up the next couple of sessions. (It’s also from Crono Sector’s POV)

These children are becoming a problem.

Black Mamba has relayed word to me that Trencher was captured. Mamba isn’t here of course – here in the villains’ board room, sterile and bare, with a long mahogany table in the centre – he’s sitting in his safe house, most likely thinking of the best direction to take from here. First Fester Jester, now Trencher. We’re losing men quickly.

I blame the new recruits, of course. The Justice Crew have signed rookie heroes onto their already laughable superhero team. I’ve seen their applications, they fumble and barge their way through every assignment like rodeo clowns. They are nothing but discord. I would never allow someone like them to be hired.

Before, the Justice Crew were a manageable variable, another cog in the machinery. But now they have a bored grandchild poking sticks into the gears. Something needs to be done before they become a real threat.

I’ve already made the call. As the head of Black Mamba’s security team, it is my responsibility to nip this in the bud. What we need is a distraction. Normally, Fester Jester would be the ideal woman for the job. But seeing as that isn’t an option, we have to go with someone else. And he is seven minutes late, as per usual.

I tap my watch impatiently as the doors finally open. He prances in, already grinning and holding his arms open as if expecting an embrace.

“Crono! It’s been too long, babe.” His sequin jacket is new, and the skeleton face paint accentuating his smile is a neon green today.

“You’re late.” I snap.

“Terrible traffic babe, absolutely terrible!” He waves me off, as the reptilian ‘feather’ boa around his neck hisses at me, “I can never find parking sneakily-slinking out to the middle of absolute nowhere!” He takes one of the chairs at the long table, spinning it 360 degrees before finally sitting his arse down. I just grunt at his remark and press the radio strapped to my chest.

“Venus, Vile. Get in here.”

Boogie Man rocks in his chair, still happy as anything. I remain standing. We wait in silence for the doors to swing open again. Venus comes first, lingering in the doorway as if he’s expecting us to bow before he enters. As far as dogs go, he’s the best-in-show that took to fighting in the streets. I have him on a tight enough leash that he’s one of my best for gathering secrets.

Vile comes next, dropping into another chair and crossing one leg over the other. She’s a master of weaponising hazardous materials, and in keeping Venus in line. The long scar across her left eye matches Venus’s eyepatch, but that seems to be one of the only few things they have in common.

There’s one seat free on either side between Vile and Boogie Man, and Venus takes the seat on Vile’s side, further away from Boogie Man. Boogie looks around to give them both a grin, before looking back to me.

“So what’s the haps, babe? And why do you have the Wonder Twins here, hm?” Boogie finally speaks, jerking his head towards the Vs. Venus grumbles.

“Trencher has been arrested.”

“Really?” Venus asks, eyebrows raising.

“That only leaves Boogie, you, and Mamba of the main assembly.” Vile notes, casting a look across the table. Boogie props on one elbow to lean further towards the two Vs.

“Better watch your back, babes, your heads could be a-rollin’ on the chopping block next.”

“Or yours.” Venus retorts, his voice turning snippy, “You’re the one on the main assembly.”

“Tough luck, pink-streak. You lost out on that position. Slipped right through your dirty little fingers.”

Venus’s face screws up and he opens his mouth to start yelling. I bang my hand on the table twice. All eyes turn to me.

“The Justice Crew’s new members are becoming a threat. You, Boogie, will put a stop to them before they can do any further harm to Black Mamba’s association.”

Boogie Man nods and drums his fingers against the table. He pops the lapels of his gaudy jacket.

“You know infiltration is my thing, but where’s the style? Where’s the pinash, babe?” Boogie tuts and shakes his head, “No this won’t do at all.”

I exhale through my nose, a restrained sigh.

“Let me finish. A charity ball is being held in a few days for the city’s elite.”

Boogie Man claps his hands and points at me, hopping onto the edge of his seat.

“Now that’s more like it!”

He keeps jumping the circuit before the battery is fully in place. Considering that he is the battery, it’d benefit him more if I could get my explanation out.

“I can get us an invitation in.” Venus supplies. A smirk is already lingering on his face.

“That won’t be necessary.” I tell him, reigning in his leash, “As a result of Fester Jester’s string of kidnappings and Trencher’s attempted museum heist, the mayor has asked Cronos Security to supply a small team for the event. Boogie Man and his roadies will be smuggled in with the band.”

Venus crosses his arms, sitting back in his seat. He’s pouting over his idea being rejected, meanwhile Boogie is practically vibrating like a child’s wind-up toy.

“Shoot me the details and I’ll get my people on it!” Boogie hops out of his chair, skeletal grin still aimed straight at me as he starts speeding off backwards, “We’ll get coffee sometime, K? Ttfn, babe.” He throws the boa tighter around his neck and turns around, already taking out his phone. I can only assume he’s texting his roadies to start making preparations. Vile and Venus turn in their seats to watch him go, but he stops in the doorway.

“Ta-ta daddy-os!” He throws his hand up in a wave. He throws the door shut behind him, and he’s finally gone. A few seconds pass of silence creeping back into the room, as if only feeling safe now that Boogie Man is gone. I’m still watching the door while Venus mutters something I can’t hear to Vile, and she sniggers in response.

“Follow him.” I say to the Vs without looking, “See what you can gather.”

“You’re kidding.” Venus scoffs, head turning back to me.

“No. I’m not.” My gaze snaps to the Vs. Venus’s derision is still written on his face, but he sits up straight. Vile raises an eyebrow as my hand falls on the table again. “He can’t be trusted to pay attention. He may kill them, but I am not putting all of my eggs into that basket. You two may be the foxes in the hen house.”

“You can’t expect me to follow that hot mess-“ Venus objects.

“This is not a discussion.” I snap, voice raising and ending the argument, “This is my decision. You will do your job and report back to me.”

I lock eyes with Venus, ready for his response. He averts his gaze to glare at a wall and bites his cheek. If he thinks this kind of behaviour will make him worthy of being on the main assembly, he is deluding himself.

“Anything else?” I direct the flattened question at Vile. She shakes her head, raising her hands.

“No complaints from me. You’re the one in charge of everything, right?” Her expression remains calm but there’s a lilt of mockery in her voice. I jerk my head towards the door.

“Get out.”

Vile lowers her legs from the table and starts to stand up, turning to the still-sitting Venus.

“Come on.” Vile grabs Venus by the arm and drags him out of his chair. Venus rolls his eyes but he still follows the grip on his arm back out of the main board room. They leave with far less spectacle than Boogie Man did.

The room is now empty again except for myself. I sigh and take a seat at the table. The three should be successful; they had better be successful. In the meantime, I will update Black Mamba on what I have done for the good of the Alliance.

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Hello! I love your blog! i kind of have a weird request but it interests me... what are you personal head canons for La Squadra s/os? Like, what how do you head canon that La Squadra met their s/os, what do you head canon that they look like?

Hello everyone, I’m sorry it’s been so long (I’m also sorry this isn’t something you voted on) but I swear I’m working on your requests and other stuff. College is just kicking my ass right now I’M SORRY

Anyway, here are my La Squadra S/O Headcanons

Meeting Their S/Os 

Risotto Nero

Risotto met his s/o after a failed mission. It was early in his career as an assassin with Passione, and he was too frightened to return to the hideout and face Sorbet and Gelato. 

Instead, he decided to hide out in a bar, which is when his s/o first caught sight of him

The two of them chatted over drinks, eventually ending up together in a nearby hotel room. 

All was going well until Risotto proceeded to take his shirt off (I headcanon he didn’t have the leather straps yet), and revealed a nasty cut he had gotten during the hit.

His now s/o, then stranger, immediately rushed to call an ambulance, but Risotto told them not to.

So instead, they rushed to a store to get supplies to bandage him.

As they were mending the cut, Risotto looked up at them and asked why they were helping even if he didn’t know them. 

His s/o replied, “I don’t know… there’s something about you.”

What started off as a normal night of drinks and flirting soon ended in a heartfelt connection between two lost souls. They two kept talking and eventually began dating. 

Prosciutto

Prosciutto met his s/o because they had been assigned to La Squadra.

He always knew he’d marry a mafioso/a, it’s what his parents had done, grandparents etc. Passione had been his whole life. 

He remembers the day he met them well. Illuso was spreading a rumor around the gang that a “total hottie” was taking Polpo’s test, and the men were excited to see where they would be assigned.

The day Risotto came into the hideout with s/o in tow, Prosciutto felt his whole world freeze. They were exactly what he had been looking for in a lover all his life, he could just tell. 

Since he was the one in charge of tutoring Pesci, Risotto put s/o under Prosciutto wing, but Grateful Dead’s user soon learned they were more than capable of mafia life without his teaching.

That only made him love them more. 

Formaggio

Formaggio grew up in the same town as his s/o. The two of them knew each other as kids. 

S/O would always follow Formaggio around, and the little boy decided to just bring them along - they were pretty cute anyway-

They spent their whole lives together, going to the same school, playing in each other’s back yards, slowly but surely falling in love. 

That is until he had to leave for Passione. 

When s/o first discovered that Formaggio was gone, their first thought was the mafia. Not that he had been abducted by the mafia, more like he left to go join the mafia. 

They both had gotten in their fair share of trouble with the police, so the mafia was the next logical step for the young man, and s/o knew that. 

So they left their normal life in their hometown and joined Passione after Formaggio, hoping to reunite with him. 

And they did, and they’ve been dating ever since. 

Illuso

Illuso met his s/o by approaching them at a bar. He was there with the gang, and Formaggio had challenged him to pick up the hottest person there. Before Melone could lecture about how beauty was in the eye of the beholder, Illuso was already on his way to his s/o

Striking up a conversation with them, it was clear that the two of them had a connection. 

He could tell they weren’t part of Passione, so he tried his best to conceal his profession from them, but one thing that the two of them shared was an inherent curiosity. They kept asking, he kept not answering.

He was able to keep it secret until the two of them were dating, and his s/o told him they’d stay with him as long as he was safe. 

That was when Illuso took them into the mirror world for the first time. He assured him that as long as he was in here, nothing could hurt him. That calmed his s/o’s nerves immensely.  

Pesci

Pesci met his s/o on vacation. Each member of La Squadra is allowed one week of no missions in order to maintain their sanities and every time it’s his turn, Pesci takes a trip to Portofino to enjoy the sea air and to go fishing. 

It was there that he met his s/o. He was calmly fishing by himself when the two of them literally bumped into each other. 

The collision caused s/o to break their rod as they trip over Pesci’s things, and Pesci offers to buy them a new one, knowing the sorrows of not being able to go fishing. 

They talk during the stroll to the supply store, both having effortless chemistry with the other. When they finally come back to Pesci’s seat at the dock, s/o decides to join them, and they spent a lovely evening together, and then a lovely week together. 

When Pesci reveals that he had to return to Naples, his s/o revealed that they lived nearby and that they would commute to see him, and the two of them have been in love ever since.   

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio met his s/o on a mission. He was supposed to kill a corrupt politician in a local restaurant. 

Right after he got the job done, he was about to make his escape with White Album, when he heard their voice yell out and ring through the whole building. They were complaining about their order and were throwing a perfectly normal tantrum (well, normal for Ghiaccio’s standards).

Ghiaccio was, to put it in a word, smitten. Finally, someone just as loud as him. He had to meet them. 

He rushed to defend s/o’s opinion and the two of them were promptly thrown out of the restaurant together. 

Having bonded from their shared experience and anger, the two of them soon spent time together in a nearby bar and a nearby hotel, having the angriest, hate-filled, passionate night either of them had ever had. 

Melone 

Melone met his s/o at a Passione ball. They were already someone else’s date, but we all know Melone has no shame. 

He immediately began to flirt with them, and since they were only hired by their date to be arm candy, they decided to indulge Melone on his flirting

The two of them spent the whole night talking to each other, and s/o soon forgot about how they were supposed to be someone’s date at that event. 

They were about to leave with Melone when their date ran after them in a rage that they were upholding their end of the bargain. But Melone turned to the man and personally gave him his money back for hiring s/o as his date. 

The two of them left their ballroom in order to ‘bond’ some more, and one trip with Baby Face later, Melone went to collect the money he had given that man. 

S/O Appearance Headcanons. These are my personal headcanons, so they’re under the cut if you don’t want to see them. 

Your f/o loves you no matter what you look like!

Risotto’s S/O (link to picture reference)

Risotto’s s/o is a short, curvy woman with dark curly hair running down to her upper back. 

She’s about the same skin tone as him and has these deep brown eyes that are almost as captivating as Risotto’s red ones. 

She has a dark brow that intensifies whenever she is concerned with him, and she often is considering how much danger he gets into on a daily basis. 

She’s often seen wearing baggy, black clothing to conceal her figure since she hates being objectified for her gorgeous body. 

Risotto is absolutely fine with this since he takes pride in knowing he’s the only one allowed to remove those clothes at the end of the day

Prosciutto’s S/O (reference)

I picture that Prosciutto likes longer and leaner women.

The two of them contrast between his more muscled physique and her lithe appearance. 

Her smaller curves also lead to an ego boost for the man, as it heightened the sense that he’s overpowering his s/o. Idk this man’s into power play. 

Proscuitto wants someone as well dressed as him, so he’s immediately attracted to his s/o when she comes to work at La Squadra in a suit.

He’s attracted to her straight, elegant hair and her calm yet professional demeanor, and respects her mix of traditional femininity and more masculine attire. 

Though he sometimes complains that her clothing is too impractical for their work, she proves herself by doing his job better than he ever could.

Formaggio’s S/O (reference) 

Formaggio loves as many curves as possible. 

He loves snuggling up to his girlfriend’s pillowy body and just relaxing with her together. 

I also picture Formaggio being into blonds. He loves their light coloring and how it contrasts with his dark reddish hair. 

He loves someone smaller than him and loves teasing her because of it. 

In terms of style, he loves when his s/o wears form-fitting clothing, so he can ogle her whenever he wants. 

He loves how his s/o is more serious than he is, it provides balance with how silly he is. 

The two of them grew up together, and still to this day, he can’t help but blush when he thinks about how gorgeous she’s always been even from the day they met. 

Illuso’s S/O (reference)

Illuso loves the contrast between his long hair and his s/o’s short hair.

The two of them are the same height. 

Like Prosciutto, he loves a more androgynous style on his s/o, he finds it very enticing and mysterious. 

He also loves her bright blue eyes, and how they bore into his soul. 

He loves curves just as much as Formaggio, loving the comparison between his toned body and his s/o’s curvy one.  

People often do not put the two of them together due to his S/Os inherent innocent look, but Illuso knows they aren’t that innocent behind closed doors. 

Pesci’s S/O (reference)

Pesci wants someone cute and sweet that he can fit in his arms for a warm and comfortable hug. 

He doesn’t mind what body type she has, but he does have a soft spot for someone with a soft tummy and cute round cheeks. 

Whenever the two of them are lounging on the couch together, Pesci loves to play with his s/o’s curls, even if she lectures him not to. 

Pesci prefers someone soft-spoken like him and someone patient who can help him through his self-doubt and anxiety. 

His favorite thing about his s/o is her sweet, shy smile, and how cute she looks in really feminine patterns and colors.  

Ghiaccio’s S/O (reference)

Ghiaccio loves someone who is as pale and wintery looking as he is, something hard to come by in the sunny land of Italy, but that only makes him more attracted to his S/O

He finds her large bright blue eyes mesmerizing, especially when they darken as her short temper takes over

He thinks she looks absolutely adorable when she’s angry, but seeing her so worked up really gets him going as well. 

He loves curves as well but prefers ass versus chest, so he’s happy his s/o has such a figure

In terms of style, he wants her to cover up as much as possible because he gets really jealous whenever she gets looks in public, but she never listens to him and wears whatever she wants. 

Really his favorite look on her is when she’s naked on their bed, hair in her face and her face bright red, but that’s for another time. 

Melone’s S/O (reference)

Melone always thinks about someone’s genetic makeup whenever thinking about potential s/os. Who’s going to make the best combination with him? Weird I know

This is why he finds his s/o’s red hair so fascinating, as it’s the rarest color population on Earth, and she has it naturally. 

He secretly adores that his s/o is taller than him. When the two of them cuddle, he feels safe as the little spoon. 

He also loves her soft features and dark eyes. They have such a different look from his sharp angles and bright eyes. 

He looks for someone most capable of supporting life. If he’s going to get married and have a family with someone, they better be ready. 

He’s obsessed with hips and chests and loves gripping them on her when the two of them are laying in bed absently.

[ladyofrosefire]

The first time Cadi saw the tiefling, he was backed into a corner with two of Utkin’s goons looming over him— one half-orc, one human, both scarred and mean looking. Ordinarily, she gave them as wide a berth as she could. They were the kind of trouble that held neither interest nor profit for her. And Utkin was a slimy, grabby bastard who had an unfortunate habit of taking everything personally. But the thing was that she recognized these two. She’d seen Liza and Dotya sitting together at a table in the Royal Pockets, looking scared, and when she’d asked, they’d named these two.

So.

Cadi steeled herself and crept to the edge of the roof. She braced her boots against the slate tiles. Her rapier made a soft shushing sound as she drew it from its sheath. None of the men looked up.

“Listen,” the tiefling said, reaching out to rest a hand on the human’s shoulder, “I know  we got off on the wrong foot, here—”

Steel glinted in the half-orc’s hand.

Cadi lept from the roof.

She came down on top of the man, her rapier sliding just behind his collarbone, through one lung and his heart, and out between two ribs on the other side of his chest. She was on the ground and rolling away, blade still clutched in her blood-slick hand, almost before anyone had noticed what had happened. The half-orc dropped. The human whirled on her.

Cadi looked past him to the tiefling. “Run.”

He found her again two alleys over, holding a deep gash in her side and swearing at the dead man who had cut her. She whipped out a dagger when he approached. He was a darker red than the blood that spilled between her fingers. His eyes and the jewelry on his curling horns were gold. In the darkness, he looked like a demon.

“Hey.”

She kept her knife drawn.

“You’re going to be alright.”

There was a strange reverberation in his voice. Cadi hissed as she felt her skin move. The cut sealed, and the blood ceased to flow.

“Bard, then?” she asked, getting to her feet.

“Galliard,” he swept a bow, pointed teeth flashing in the dying light, “pleased to meet you.”

“Cadi,” she replied. For a moment, she considered telling him to piss off. Then she held out her bloody hand. “Likewise.”

He bought her a meal and a drink, which she accepted. While he was busy flirting with the woman who brought them over, she switched the bowls of stew. If he had tried to give her something, she would know soon enough. Cadi kept her back to the wall and drank her water and ate a hot meal. The last of the tremors left her limbs, and her new companion did not seem to be in any way harmed by his food.

“Why’d you do it?” he asked finally.

They’d been chatting about nothing, words bouncing back and forth between them, but it had all been coming to this, of course.

She shrugged. “I didn’t like them. And you didn’t seem like you deserved what they were going to do to you.”

“Too pretty to die?”

She stole his bread roll.

“So, what,” he snatched about half of it back, “do you just run around saving people?”

Cadi swallowed the mouthful she’d already taken out of it. “If I ran around saving every idiot in the Lower Docks who didn’t deserve to get stabbed, I’d never have time to sleep.”

She came to one of his performances out in the market square. Which was a fancy way of saying she perched on a roof with her cloak wrapped around herself and watched while he danced and sang and people tossed coins to him. She could not count them from where she sat, but it looked like decent coin, and he got to keep his clothes on. He didn’t have to kill anyone, either.

She made sure to catch his attention as she stood. It meant a few others saw her, but that was fine. Cadi curtseyed, turned, ran three paces, and did a flip onto the next roof. Then she took off running, ignoring the angry shouts of guards from below.

Galliard found her at the Royal again, sitting at the same table they had occupied the last time. Without a word, she pushed a cup of ale across to his seat. He joined her but did not sit. She could see the point of his tail flicking back and forth.

“What’d you think of the show?”

“Flashy. Missing something. But very flashy.”

He laughed. It showed the points of his fangs, and the light of the fire flashed off of the jewelry on his horns. Then he held out a hand to her.

Cadi looked at it.

Galliard sighed and beckoned. “C’mon. You’ve danced before, right?”

“A few times.”

She got to her feet and took his hand. The music was shit, but he was the Bard; he didn’t need her to tell him that. And shit music or not, he was an excellent dancer. She just kept her feet moving. It was more complicated than any of the country dances she’d done before, but it made sense. At the end, he spun her out, and she curtseyed. He bowed back. Both of them were grinning.

“Partners?” he asked.

She did not bother pretending to consider first.

Cadi did not have much to pack up. She had a shortbow and arrows, her rapier, two daggers, string, ball bearings, a tarnished silver bell, beeswax candles, a crowbar, a hammer, ten pitons accumulated piecemeal over the last few years, a hooded lantern that had cost her five gold, two flasks of oil, a tinderbox, a waterskin, and her lockpicks. She bought enough food for the next five days, counting out the two gold and five silver with less trepidation than she had expected. A new blanket, one that was warm enough to bother with on the road, was another five pieces of silver. The tent and the coil of heavy rope she stole while Galliard kept the owner of the shop busy.

They stopped for a meal before they left the city. She twirled and smiled and was as charming as she could be until the inn’s patrons let her close enough to slip her hands into their pockets. And all the while, Galliard played. And true, it was less honest than half of her work before, but it felt better.

At least it did until the doors burst open.

She turned, expecting Utkin’s goons, and almost froze at the sight of black coats emblazoned with a symbol that, at this distance, looked like an X. It was a halberd and baton crossed, the symbol of house Sobol.

She grabbed the nearest pitcher and threw it into the center of a knot of particularly rowdy looking travelers. Then she dashed toward Galliard.

“We have to—” he called

“Run!”

“Right behind you.”

Galliard brought his hand down hard on a drum. A ripple rolled out from the point of contact. When it struck the nearest tables, they went flying into the path of the oncoming guards.

They stopped in a small cluster of trees for the night. Their packhorse grazed a yard or two off. Cadi knelt over a tiny flame, carefully feeding it twigs until it grew large enough to start adding branches.

“So, I know why they were after me, but why’d they chase you?” Galliard asked.

She carefully did not glance up. “Who says they were?”

“The guard yelling ‘there she is’.”

Cadi shot him a look. “Smug looks awful on you.” It wasn’t true, exactly, but it was close enough for now. She sat back on her heels with a sigh. “I… may have stabbed Yevgeni Sobol through the hand. He earned it.”

“I took about two hundred gold off of him pretending to sell him magic.” He tapped a horn.

She nodded. That was fair. She’d played the faery princess more than once to get a few extra coins. If he wanted to play demon sorcerer, that was his business. And if The Dishonorable Dickhead wanted to believe that, well. She would just enjoy hearing about it.

Cadi jabbed the fire with a stick and then settled cross-legged by the fire. “I’ll take first watch.”

They fell into a pattern after that. She slept while he was on watch, and vise versa. They traveled during the mornings. In the afternoons and evenings, they practiced dance steps. A week into traveling together, bandits ambushed them at a crossroads. She found their archer before he could put an arrow in Galliard’s throat.

In the next town, they found a seamstress who had bolts of silk on display and left with one more costume and a handful fewer coins than they had arrived with. Cadi counted what remained over and over. It was odd to think that gold could come back in without a body falling.

“Ready when you are!” Galliard called.

Cadi stood and shook out the flowing skirt of her new costume. “Let’s go.”

They made it to Y’ren at the start of summer and took rooms at The Wayward Traveller. The bar was sticky and the tables scarred, but the beds were clean and reasonably comfortable. Cadi went wandering through the streets after they’d had a chance to eat, her knives hidden around her person and her rapier on her hip. She wandered until she found the broader streets of the craftsmen’s district. There were people here, apprentices walking home after work or going to get a drink with a group of friends. This was a brighter city than Os Kvelya, more open.

She should have known the people would be the same.

Cadi saw the group of soldiers coming her way. There were three of them, all human, two men and a young woman hanging off of each other’s shoulders. They weren’t moving like they were on duty, and the way they looked at her said they were not going to just pass by. Cadi ducked down an alley, climbed up onto a crate, and made for the roof. But the rooves here had clay tiles. They broke under her boots. She managed to save herself from crashing to the cobblestones, but not quietly. She rolled sideways as one of the tiles came down after her and smashed to pieces.

“What’s this?” one of the soldiers started, “street rat?”

“Pretty one.” That was the woman’s voice.

Cadi pushed herself to her feet. She wanted to reach for her knives, but these were soldiers. Killing them would get her marked in more cities than this one. And Galliard. She took a slow step back.

“What are you doing out here? I thought all the elves stayed up by the castle?”

“She’s with me.”

Two of the guards whirled around.

Cadi almost sagged with relief. Instead, she made herself pull her hand away from her knife and went up on tiptoes, shifting until she could catch sight of him. He was armed and armored, his crossbow hanging lazily from one hand. She caught his gaze and gave a minute shake of her head. He winked. Then he shifted his weight onto his back heel, almost posing, and tilted his head to one side.

“What do you call three guards who corner one person down an alley?” Galliard brought up the crossbow, a bolt loaded and trained on the man in the center. His voice echoed off the stone walls. “Target practice.”

The guard who had not turned snorted. Then his face screwed up. A rough guffaw forced its way out of his mouth. He collapsed to the ground a moment later, convulsing with hysterical laughter. He swiped at Cadi as she stepped over him, but missed. She darted around his friends before they realized where she was going. Then she was out of the alley and by Galliard’s side.

“That was horrible.”

“Hey!” he leaned the crossbow on his shoulder, “it worked, didn’t it?”

Together, they started running back toward the inn. Cadi could have slipped off into the shadows. She could have quickened her pace and left him far behind her. She did neither.

In the inn that night, Cadi stared at the ceiling and thought. The best way in Elvish to say ‘you’re welcome’ was aon dyled ie-dyledai-ve. No debt is owed.

She had saved his life two times she could point to with confidence. Every other fight was less sure. Less clear-cut. A bolt shot at the exact right moment for them to never know, a dagger thrown, or a spell spoken. And he’d saved her life one time she knew about.

Those guards would have gutted her for sport and left her in the alley, she had no doubt.

So she was one up on lives saved. That should put her ahead, right? But there are all those little fights where she did not know which one of them saved who and— and how could she measure the rest of it? How did she measure not worrying about getting enough to feed herself and not having to let people any closer than she chooses? What value could she place on not getting paid to kill anymore?

Cadi got to her feet and silently padded across the floor to the tiny mirror on the wall. The hollows were gone. And so was the purple-red that had stained both cheeks like the shadows of bruises that refused to fade. She was left with a glimmer of pink and a lighter step. Every day since she got the costume, she had checked, waiting for it to fade back to violet. It hadn’t yet.

No debt is owed.

She returned to the narrow bed and curled up, slipping her hand beneath the pillow to touch the hilt of the knife she kept there.

Maybe not, Cadi allowed, but she had better reasons to stay.

[myssthyss]

Angel

Strap in. This one’s gonna be a doozy. #7 - Also on AO3

It takes them another hour or so of envisioning their future before they reach the edge of the Aeroport, the final destination in their journey. After a quick inspection of the area, the pairs’ Ghosts suggest taking an entrance on the west side of the building in order to have the best chance of finding a ship or two. They find such an entrance in the form of a gaping hole in three stories of glass, and make their way inside.

It’s a minor maze initially, following signs through the old passenger area and towards the central hangar, but eventually they find their way. The walls begin to show signs of rot, and there’s a hard gunky buildup on the floor as they close in on their target.

Both Hunters suddenly get the feeling that this won’t be an easy “grab and go” mission. They pull down their masks, pull up their hoods, and ready their weapons.

“I have... a very bad feeling about this place.” Seraph comments as the weight of Darkness falls upon their shoulders. The pairs’ Ghosts light the way as they continue their trek into the old Aeroport, sticking closer than usual as a precaution.

Myss is looking down the scope of her scout, waiting to pop any head that enters her vision. While concentrating, she almost misses the guttural clicking sounds that begin to surround them, and the squishing noises their footsteps now make. She spots three glowing eyes ahead, pops a bullet into them without thinking, and hears screaming.

{[Hive!]} Casper and Lumo exclaim at the same time.

Seeing the large number of oncoming foes, Myss fires her Shadowshot at the horde’s feet, tethers them all, and makes easy targets of them. The two Hunters fight them - Thralls, they learn - rather well, the pair almost in sync as they threw blow after blow at them. There’s no time to revel in their abilities however, as they’re greeted by several larger Hive, and a floating one as they enter the next room.

The pair waste no time in attacking the larger Hive, but they don’t manage well. Trading blows just means they get hit twice as hard, and the brawl eventually leads to Seraph falling to a Knight’s blade.

[Guardian down!]

When her partner’s not back after a few seconds, Myss begins to panic, and dodges away from the Acolyte she was currently engaged with to assist her. After the dodge, she finds the Hive are all mildly confused for a moment, which gives her just enough time to revive Seraph, who thanks her before returning to combat. They fight for another several minutes, each falling two or three times, and each helps the other up every time.

“I don’t - I don’t know if we can do this, Seraph!” Myss shouts, dodging away from a Knight’s swing. “We should leave, and find another entrance.”

As soon as she suggests that, a toxic fog blocks their exit.

Seraph manages to knock down the last of the Knights on her side, and fires on the one Myss is left with. “We can do this.” She states confidently, standing firm beside her partner.

The floating Hive - the Wizard - releases a deafening screech, prompting another wave of Hive, as well as a floating ball in a conical cage - a Shrieker - that reminds Myss of what her Super looks like.

The pair exhales sternly in unison, doubts forming as they steel themselves for the next wave.

The pair die a few more times - revival always aided by the other - before Seraph decides that enough is enough and pops her Super, taking aim at the Wizard. She fires once, which its enough to break its shield, but misses the other two shots as it manages to move out of the way just in time.

“Dammit!” Seraph knows she won’t have another chance like this again. Myss used her own Super when they entered, and she probably doesn’t have it back yet. Every time they eliminate a wave, another comes rushing in, and they can’t avoid them for long enough to be able to focus on putting a dent in the Wizard. They’re out of options.

She can tell Lumo’s reaching his limit, which means Casper probably is too. They need to do something crazy, and Seraph has just the idea for that. She’s not sure if it’ll work, and there’s only one way to find out. 

But there’s something she has to do first, just in case.

In the brief calm before the next wave, Seraph pulls Myss aside. She drapes her own cloak over her partner, rips their helmets off, and smiles at the other’s puzzled expression. Wasting no time, she pulls herself up to press her lips against the taller Hunter’s. Myss is shocked and confused, but melts into the kiss immediately.

And then it’s over.

“Get ready to run.” Seraph orders, putting their helmets back in place.

“What?!” Myss yells, grabbing onto the other’s shoulder. “No! I’m not leaving you!”

“You’re not. I’ll be right behind you.” Seraph assures Myss, wanting so desperately to believe that it will be true.

After a breath, Myss moves her hand from Seraph’s shoulder to the top of her head, bringing their helmet-clad heads together with a light thud.

“You better be.” She orders, then releases her partner.

Myss trusts Seraph with whatever crazy idea she has to get them out of this hell, believing that she’ll come out unscathed. 

Seraph runs towards the center of the horde, and ultimately towards the Wizard. Myss hangs back by the door, but still fairly inside the room. She’s ready to run like hell once Seraph gets clear, but is also ready to help if she’s needed.

“Myss! Get out of here!” Seraph yells when she notices her partner lingering inside the room. “I’ll hold them off!” She gets to the Wizard’s side and, just as she’s about to attack, Lumo’s pained shrieks ring out through the room, causing the two Guardians to freeze in panic.

{It-It’s got me! Seraph!} Lumo cries as he’s pulled from Seraph and towards the Wizard, the Light visibly draining from his optic. {Seraph! R-Run... Go! I can’t...}

“NO!” Seraph wails as her Ghost is sapped of his Light, catching his empty shell as it fell. “No! Lumo!” Tears stream down her face as she clutches his body to her chest.

Myss is frozen in place, and can feel that Casper is too, having never imagined they would see something so painful in their entire existence. She quickly realizes what this means for Seraph’s fate, and tears begin welling in her eyes. She has to save her partner from that Wizard before it kills her, so she begins running towards them.

“No!” Seraph points at Myss. Bright, pained orange eyes meet her own, melting with her tears. “Get to the City!” She orders, voice breaking. “Live!” The Wizard’s making hand motions again, similar to the ones it made when it took Lumo, and she knows this is the end for her. “I l-”

But those last words never get out, and are instead replaced with her screams as the Wizard performs its ritual.

Myss’ face drops in absolute horror and disbelief as she watches her partner transform - murdered - before her.

“Seraph...?” She quietly calls in desperation, her tears now flowing violently.

“Seraph!” She tries again, her eyes refusing to believe what they saw.

“Seraph, no...” She weeps, falling to her knees as a purple crystal takes her partner’s place, beginning to glow bright with her stolen Light.

“NO!”

The Hunter releases one last angry defiance before hopping up and firing her Shadowshot directly at the Wizard, who disintegrates into violent violet energy with a scream. The remaining ball tethers to the horde of Hive that surrounded its victim, trapping them all where they stood.

The Wizard’s death somehow destroyed the structural stability of the crystal, and Seraph’s stolen Light - Void Light - is exposed and tangible. Myss knows what she has to do.

Wasting no time, she rushes up to where her partner fell, grabs Lumo’s empty shell, tucks Seraph’s Light under her arm, and makes for the exit. Thankfully, the fog on the door has dissipated - likely also controlled by the Wizard - and she’s able to run out the way she came.

Like when she discovered her Super, Myss allows her instincts to guide her out of the Hive-infested Aeroport, as she’s currently incapable of coherent thought. She makes it out after a few minutes, not stopping until her legs give out.

Whether it's the sheer devastation, or the effort it took to summon that small amount of extra Light to call upon her Super, she collapses when she reaches the forest.

Myss never releases the ball of Light that once belonged to Seraph, keeping it tight against her chest. She lets her despair ring out through the forest, wailing in grief for several minutes, rocking back and forth as she holds on to the ball as if her life depended on it.

“S-S-Seraph...” Myss whispers with an extreme shake in her voice. “Y-you id-iot-t-t... W-we.. We we-r-re sup-p-p-osed to...” She can’t bring herself to finish the statement.

“Th-th-thank you-u-u.” She finally resorts to saying, pushing any regret to the back of her mind. Holding the ball against her chest burns, but she ignores it. “Thank you f-f-for s-saving m-m-me one-one last t-time.”

“I l-” She starts, though is unable to complete the heavy statement on the first try. “I lo- I-I l-l-love... l-love you t-t-too. S-so m-much. I-I’ll miss-s-s-s you-u-u.”

Myss knows it’s not the same, but - in lieu of more stuttered words - she places her lips on the ball of Seraph’s Light. It burns, but she welcomes it.

Over the next few moments, the Hunter can feel the size of the ball slowly shrinking, but it never feels like it’s gone. Seraph’s Light still feels the same, though the burning is increasing and concentrated over her chest, directly above where her jewel pendant rested on her breast.

“W-what’s hap-p-pening?” She asks her Ghost, who appears in front of her.

He has to shake off the shock in order to answer his Guardian. [I-I think...] Casper begins, chirping in disbelief. [I think you’re absorbing her Light, Myss - her Void Light.]

“What? H-how...? How is that... am I d-doing that?!” Myss asks as she watches the ball continually shrink.

[I’m not... not sure.] Casper begins a scan of his Guardian, floating a step backwards in confusion. [I... I feel more Light within you than usual, more than what I gave you.] He blinks, his back half spinning as he thought. [I think... The only thing I can think of is that Seraph’s Light must have known it was being held by you, and knew it was safe - that it’d be safe with you and your Light.]

Myss’ tears, though they never stopped, now flow with a new vigor. The Hunter is blinded by the ocean of grief that floods her eyes, but now it’s overwhelmingly mixed with joy, pride, euphoria, and love. Her arms wrap tightly around her torso as the last of Seraph’s light is merged with hers, and the ball disappears. The burn from the process remains in the now glowing crystal that rests on her breast, which she clutches in her hands.

“Thank you, Seraph.” Myss sniffles. “For staying with me.”

A moment passes in which the Hunter breathes deeply to centre herself, but instead she feels a new fire within her, one she hasn’t felt before. She gets to her feet and lifts her head, cocking it in a motion that beckons her Ghost to return to her backpack.

Casper doesn’t question his Guardian, knowing her nerves have steeled and that her mind is clear as they head back towards the Aeroport. She’s determined to succeed, and she will.

Myss returns to the dreaded room calmly and quietly, and is greeted with a chorus of screeches and wails. She can feel a smaller energy - a much hotter burn - form in her palm, and she pitches it towards the oncoming horde, which bursts into bright orange flames on contact.

She relishes in their pained screams and, a few moments later, the horde is dealt with. The Wizard fell at her hands earlier, which means now the Shrieker is the only obstacle she has between her and a ship.

Her Light is making her fingertips burn, and she smiles knowingly. Myss thrusts her arm to the sky, and a brilliant, familiar, flaming pistol forms in her hand.

Her first Golden Gun.

Without missing a beat, Myss aims all shots at the Shrieker’s cracked eye, and it disintegrates into millions of burning embers.

With all the Hive in the room cleared out, Myss can clearly see the entirety of it, and spots a couple ships in the very back of the room - behind where the Shrieker was floating.

They were so close.

Myss clutches her necklace, and approaches the ships.

[This one’s in the best shape.] Casper states of an angular ship after scanning the lot. [Let’s go home.]

The Hunter takes a moment to return to the empty husk that once held Seraph’s transformed frame, and brushes a hand gently along it. She removes her own gray cloak and places it on the shell, her vision going blurry. Myss allows the second wave of grief to take her, wrapping her arms around herself as her tears flow fresh.

Several minutes pass with the Hunter crying quietly next to her partner’s remains, which Casper lets Myss have. He wouldn’t say she’s earned it, but the pair deserved to have a proper goodbye.

The Hunter’s sobs soon morph into a broken, melodic tune, one that Casper was familiar with. 

“You’d wink... You'd stare... You’d stop my heart cold. You’d make me feel young, and we’re only days old...” A sniffle, her voice turning thick. “There were so many things we planned to be... And all of you, was loved by me...”

If a Ghost could cry, Casper would. He could feel how heartbroken and devastated his Guardian was, and he wished there was a way he could cheer her up. He knew there wasn’t, at least not right now, but he would try his best with the memories he’d collected over the past few weeks.

But he’d try that another time. The Hunter appears to be calming down, and his highest priority now is getting her safely to the City.

Just by looking at her, by seeing the extra Light she now possessed, he knew Myss now had an angel to watch over her as long as she lived. Well, other than him, of course.

Myss stands a few seconds later, holding Seraph’s gifted cloak tightly, and turns towards her Ghost.

“Let’s go home.”

[czec-hoslo-vak-ians]

Michael and Maria 💜

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👽 interesting to see topolski. She seems like she could be on the right side if she's giving warning to Max to act like a normal child.

👽 I don't blame Michael for having reservations untrusting Liz judgment on topolski. Alex is so cute jumping to Liz defense. Maria's face is of annoyance that she's getting interrupted over this little thing of topolski all she wants is a normal relationship. You can tell that Michael is frustrated too. I don't blame Michael for not trusting topolski. Michael putting his shoulder over Maria because worried about topolski being here it's a small little gesture. I totally feel bad for Isabel she has to watch the other two have someone to kiss I think she's kind of feeling left out.( the new girl Tess I want to rip her eyes out) I just feel bad for Alex he's trying so hard to be a companion for Isabel. I don't trust Tess one bit. Isabelle is falling for this new girl crap I can't stand it.

I like that Michael is going to Max for advice however he would never go to Max for advice for sex. I think Michael looks so cute in a hat I think he should wear them more often. Michael cracks me up. It's so cute that Max is giving Michael some advice on how to make throat relationship non Frosty. Of course Tess is eavesdropping on the conversation. I don't blame Michael having reservations on Tess Michael is right she could be a plant. I don't blame Maria her being agitated about the flowers.

Liz realizing that topolski it's the one who sent her the flowers a part of me want to believe topolski another part of me thinks this could be a trap.

I still agree with Michael don't fall for it. Michael was so quick to think that Maria was going to decide to meet topolski but I'm glad she decided to go against it however did she go against it because she agrees with Michael or did she because that's how she really feels because if she went the other way I think she thinks her relationship with Michael wouldn't be the same. Either Choice she made a lose lose situation. Wow topolski really on edge and scared.

Yikes she's that desperate that topolski had to go to Valente for some help. What she saying sounds so far-fetched that have to be true. I think that Valenti is starting to believe what to topolski is saying is true.

Exciting that Michael taking Maria out on date however it's with Max and Liz a date os is a date take what you can get from Michael. Valenti was being very strange around Max trying to tell him something without telling him something.

I feel so bad for Alex he's such an awkward guy. Michaels has no idea what to do he's definitely did not follow Max advice Michael totally botched it brown paper bag gross looking shampoo poor guy he needs major help when it comes to girls. Alex is so cute when he's with Isabel he just becomes his ball of mush. I totally understand Isabel keeping Alex at arm's length.

I am so glad that Alex did not get in that car and that Valenti came when he did. Michael have no idea on the whole dating thing for the fact that Max had to kick him under the table to get up. I can't believe he was going to have Maria pay the bill. 👽

Oh crap who broken of course they will be topolski she'll stop at nothing to get them to believe her. Why would she want to go with them when their people come for them wow she really tore the place up looking for that. I agree with Max they cannot let anyone else in no matter how tempting it sounds . I think Michael believes topolsky or he wants to see what she has to say.👽 cute that Isabel went to Alex for company because she doesn't want to be alone.

👽 Max not be mad at Michael for going to see topolski👽 total BS I call BS Michael's room was bugged there is no way they found out where they were going to be meeting without having a bug somewhere. And of course Valenti is going to believe the doctor records can be faked. Of course out of nowhere this doctors just going to show up. It's not Michael's fault they lost it the orb it's Max's fault for punching Michael for no reason. Instead of fighting they should have kept on going. Totally called it topolski was waiting for them now she's in real Danger.

💜Hold up When did Michael get a job at the crash down? Well I guess he needed to get a job since now he's living on his own oh, what a great place to work is crashdown where his other friends are. I totally understand Maria being envied over may not be the right word jealous isn't the right word either she just wants the same relationship Liz and Max have with Michael. And Michael just doesn't understand his human side doesn't get it. He thinks his apartment is just a good enough

💜 cracks me up that Maria yells at Max's name in the middle of a make-out section I would be pissed too if I was Michael when everyone walked in during your make-out time.

💜 I'd like that Maria is trying to explain to Michael what he did wrong however Michael is not understanding it this looks like it might be the end of Michael and Maria. Their face reaction saying this is not going to work out. Michael thinks that he's not good enough for her and Maria just wants more from him.

💜 I'm glad that Maria apologized for pushing Michael to be the perfect boyfriend. However that's not what he's worried about and I don't think she sees that. I think that this would have been the moment Michael said I love you to Maria if she didn't interrupt him.

💜 of course Maria going to end up with Michael of course he's going to steal her car without asking her however Maria is going to tell the group because she doesn't want Michael to go alone. First of all murders dead set on going because it was her car and now she's complaining that she going. She's acting like Michael is forcing her to go with her go with him she told her to stay back at the cafe she want to go with him.

💜 I totally understand Michael's reasoning on this he has been waiting his whole life for this this is what he's been searching for and Maria can't understand that then she really doesn't understand Michael however on the flip side I understand Maria's worried about Michael getting hurt because she is so in love with him.

You guys that the end of the episode I had fun I hope you had fun I'll see you another side

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[wannawrite]

Can I ask who you’re closest friends are and can you say why you love them and what you think of them idk I’ve seen people be super positive about their mutuals so I WANAN see who your closest are

hello anon! I’m sure someone sent you to do this so…..expose yourself please. Even though Admin N doesn’t talk much to them, we’re super positive about our mutuals even if we don’t show it explicitly all the time but friends, I love you SO much!! you can always count on me, okie?

Side note, I’ll be away until Nov 7 so it’ll just be Admin N on this blog until then! I won’t have access to my laptop on holiday but rest assured, all requests are in the works right now! I’m sure Admin N will feed you guys well.

Had to be truthful, I can’t include all my mutuals here because some of us aren’t the closest but hey, they’re still my friends so s/o to:

@woojinieeokay I love Diamond even if we don’t always talk because of timezones and all but she’s my gem. Truly the sweetest person ??? VERY hard working and organised writer, one of the best out here. Also one of the first few mutuals I had!! 💓 Closeness: Friends, definitely. I want to talk more

@boo-jinyoung was @lai-gvanlinahhh! Summer is definitely the sunshine in everyone’s life no joke. We haven’t talked much lately because she’s on semi-hiatus and I really miss her :((( Our conversations sometimes end up in memes or photosets to kill each other, true friendship ❤️Closeness: people who exchange memes need to become friends. missing you bby!

@wannableveryone knows who this is. Hana knows everyone? Miss Popularity. every W1 blog I visit is her friend, I don’t even know how. A super popular and sweet person. On semi-hiatus as well but you’ll know when she comes back. Our conversations are just us yelling and memes tbh 💗Closeness: she’s in the circle, for sure

@huynbin oh god here we go. I REALLY CAN’T EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE RAE - even though she a hoe sometimes but - literally so nice ??? especially when I’m being a bitch ??? I was genuinely worried when she ghosted on me. Okay but I love all her weird asks, her comical commentary - sometimes - and her bright! [er than my future] personality. A goof, I love her. 💕 Closeness: she’s my homegirl, can’t lie.

@woojinstinygfThe mother of all of us and I’m her youngest child. Always super supportive and also offers the best advice. Literally treats me like her child omg. Cheerful and adorable, just like her chihuahua. The best person you could ever be friends because she sends you snaps of her dog and her eyeliner is always on fleek. 💖Closeness: I am her youngest daughter

@pinksausageduoout of my league yet she still talks to me and is genuinely a ball of fluff. A true, living definition of killer rookie. EXTREMELY TALENTED HAVE YOU SEEN HER WORKS so naturally, even though I’ve been on Tumblr longer, I really look up to Dain. Such a sweetheart, just pure sunshine. Bonus! One of the prettiest people you will ever meet. In fact, all my friends are really gorgeous wtf? 💜 Closeness: Daitia is the realest ship since both our names are difficult to pronounce

@onlyjihoons was @mochamark Another one with a rare name, God bless. Zelia is working really hard right now for O Levels, jiayou baby! Tried to turn me into a hardcore Jihoon stan with pics - yet you dream about Guanlin - made me hungry with Reese’s cereal at 11pm at night while reading some of my works which apparently makes her soft ??? :”) A talented writer as well!! Do check her blog out! Oh yeah, also a great ballerina, she danced her way into my heart! 💛Closeness: 大姐, pretty close friend :”)

@alliwannado-w1Iris is a living prodigy holy shit I strive to be like her and as organised as her theme. Siri, how do you write as well as Iris? Did you mean: how to be a legend? Over hypes me and loves me so I have to love her DOUBLE THE AMOUNT BACK. I can fall asleep knowing that a icon supports me and loves me ??? She has the best ideas and never disappoints. Please help her reach her milestone because she’ll post something spectacular when she does! She’s also working really hard for Os right now, jiayou love!💙Closeness: senpai

@perkwoojinthis girl has a honey pot emoji next to her name on Snapchat and she’s sweeter than that for sure. Jas once looked up to our blog? and we inspired her to start writing too what on Earth? Go stan her please, her writing comes once in a blue moon but are worth the wait, I promise! Supports me and sticks up for me + also a great adviser. Forgets to reply to me on Tumblr but it’s fine, the friendship is going strong.💘Closeness: the honey to my tea

[nerdyfangirl57]

Grumpy Cat & Hyper Pup

Written for Sterek Bingo 2017 (on AO3)

Summary: The pack have a little run in with a fairy. Derek is not amused.

Stiles on the other hand, is very amused.

This wasn’t how Stiles expected to be spending his Friday night, but he’s going to make the most of it.

Sure, he would have liked to not be a giant fluff ball of fur right now but being turned into a Pomeranian had its perks, specifically having people coo at him while they give him cuddles. Cuddles are the best.

Plus it’s way better than being turned into a munchkin cat like Derek was.

Stiles can’t help but crack up every time he’s reminded that Mr. Big Bad was turned into the cat version of a corgi.

The sourwolf - uh sourcat? -  has been hiding under the couch in the loft since they all came back from that disaster of a fairy hunt.

Who knew fairies were so easily ticked off?

However, unlike Sir Grumpy Cat who hissed and clawed at anyone that went near him, Stiles was very much enjoying having everyone dote on him for a change.

They don’t know how long it’ll be until the spell wears off but Stiles is going to make every second count. Especially now that the pack figured out why his fur had such a weird pattern, apparently he’s a Chocolate Merle Pomeranian which is awesome because,  hello, his moles are actually seen as cute now!

The only downside to this whole being turned into an animal thing is that now no one can understand him besides Derek. So now Stiles has to express his very complex and intricate thoughts with someone that shares the same level of communication skills as a brick wall.

A very leathery and sexy brick wall, but a brick wall nonetheless.

“Derek, stop being a grump and get out of your evil kitty lair! Don’t miss out on the endless stream of affection, this is probably the only time people won’t be afraid to approach you.”

“Don’t call me kitty.”

Stiles huffs.  “Really? That’s what you got from all that?”

Derek simply hisses at him and continues to glare at everyone from his spot underneath the couch like the creeper that he is.

The Pomeranian hops off of Lydia’s lap - she gives the best ear scratches – and bounces over to the couch where Derek has decided to stay under for the rest of eternity, or just until they get turned back, tomato tomahto.

“Hey Derek, wanna play?” Stiles asks once he spots Derek under the couch.

Derek glares at him.  “Stiles. We’re not actual animals, have some dignity.”

Stiles snorts.  “I cried because I spelled photo with two Os Derek, two of them, I spelled phooto! Everyone knows I don’t have any dignity.”

“Then pretend like you do and stop behaving like a Pomeranian!”

“But I am a Pomeranian! Don’t fight your instincts Derek, let your inner kitty out. See the kitty, feel the kitty, be the kitty.”

Derek’s paw launched at Stiles in an attempt to claw his face off but he missed by a long shot.

“Ha!” Stiles shouted, “Hard to be scary and intimidating when your paws are 3 inches long! You don’t scare me Hale!”

Derek snarled at him. “I’m going to eat you!”

“You can’t eat someone that’s bigger than you!” Stiles yelled out triumphantly.

“You are a literal ball of fur 90% of you is hair! What are you so proud of?”

Stiles grinned, well, as much as he possibly could, it’s hard to smile when you’re in doggo form.  “I bet this ball of fur can beat you in a race.”

The cat huffed.  “Not possible. No way am I ever going to lose to you.”

“Is that a challenge?” Stiles inquired as he did the signature puppy bow to initiate all things play time, his puffy tail wagging excitedly.

“No, it’s a fact.”

“Wanna prove it?” Stiles asked cheekily. When Derek didn’t move from under the couch the Pomeranian decided to encourage him out, aka annoy the shit out of him.

“Come on Derek, fight me! I can take it, or does the big bad wolf not think he’s strong enough to take on a wittle woofer? Oh wait! The big bad wolf is a tiny kitty with tiny paws! Is the little kitty afraid he’ll lose to a puffball like me? Come on, lets-”

Derek lunges at him and Stiles jumps back with a loud yip before running away, the angry cat chasing after him.

The pack are all instantly filming the interaction between the two on their phones instead of helping Stiles survive being mauled by a crazy cat with short legs!

Traitors, all of them, Stiles is friends with them no longer!

Stiles is just about to give up and let Derek eat him when the loft’s front door opens to reveal a very disgruntled sheriff.

“Scott, where’s Stiles and why did you ask me to meet you here?”

“Dad!” Stiles shouts before sprinting over to the older man.  “Dad! Daddio! Save me from this monstrous wiener cat! He’s going to eat me and not in the good way!”

The sheriff blinks as he looks down at the dog barking at him while jumping around his legs.

“Scott, why is there a dog trying to attack my leg?”

Stiles gasps.  “I am not attacking your leg! I am asking for your assistance to get this murder cat away from me!”

Scott scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, about that…”

Once Scott finished explaining everything John breathed out a long and heavy sigh.

“So, what you’re telling me is, my son got turned into a Pomeranian by a bunch of fairies and Deaton said to simply wait it out because it should only last a few hours?”

“Yeah, basically.”

The sheriff looked down at his lap where his son was currently sitting, happily staying still as the older man scratched the back of his ears.

“There’s still something I don’t understand.”

“What?” Scott asks.

“If the fairies turned them into their spirit animals then why on earth is Derek Hale a munchkin cat?”

Everyone in the room turns to see a little munchkin cat glaring daggers at the sheriff.

“Because Derek Hale is a big fluffy marshmallow that doesn’t have a single intimidating bone in his body! He is precious and must be protected from this cruel world!!”

Before anyone could react to the barking canine Derek was chasing after the hyperactive pooch yet again, his angry snarls in complete contrast with Stiles’ joyful yips.

Later that night the sheriff took both Stiles and Derek back to his house where Derek instantly ran up the stairs and hid under Stiles’ bed and Stiles quickly followed after him.

That sourcat isn’t getting away from him that easily.

“Hi Derek!” Stiles exclaimed when he found the munchkin cat curled up into a small ball of fury under his bed.

“Go away Stiles.” Derek growls.

The Pomeranian whines. “But you look lonely.”

“Maybe I like being lonely.”

Stiles snorts. “Come on no one likes being lonely. Move over.”

Derek tilts his head in confusion - it’s freaking adorable! -  “What are you doing.”

The dog sighs. “One of these days I’m going to teach you how to use question marks. And I’m going to keep you company, duh, why else would I be crawling under my bed just to hang out with a creeper like you?”

“I mean, why are you so close to me? You’re practically on top of me.”

“You’re comfy.”

Derek growled in irritation.  “You are a giant fur ball how do you have the right to call me comfy?”

“Why, Derek Hale! Are you calling me comfy?”

“I hate you.”

Stiles snickered. “No, you love me.”

A moment of silence passes between them and Stiles regrets opening his mouth instantly. Why can’t he just stop talking? Him and Derek were finally becoming sort of friends-ish and now he went and ruined it.

Stiles is just about to apologize when Derek finally speaks up.

“Yeah, I do.”

Wait… What?!?

Stiles freezes. “Y-you… you do?”

Derek snorts. “Of course I do, why else would I let you annoy me for so long without killing you?”

“So, what I’m hearing is, you love me.”

The cat breathed out a heavy sigh. “Yes, Stiles. I love you.”

Stiles is certain his brain short circuited. “You love me. Derek Hale loves me… Oh my god Derek Hale fucking loves me!!”

Stiles gets out from under his bed and runs around his room in circles. “You love me, you love me, Derek Hale loves me!!! He loves me, he loves me, he loves me, he loves me!”

Then the Pomeranian stops suddenly and looks at Derek with the most shocked expression ever seen on a Pomeranian. “I’m gonna get sexed up by Derek Hale… I’m going to have sexy fun times with Derek Hale, lots of sexy fun times, in lots of different positions!”

“Don’t you ever say that in front of anyone. Ever.” Derek orders with a glare.

“But you still love me.” Stiles states, his tail wagging happily.

Derek looks down at his tiny paws. “Yeah, I still love you.”

Stiles starts running around his room yelling “he loves me!” at the top of his lungs again.

[snsmissionaries]

2/6/19 -- Sister Nicole Ritman, Spain, Madrid Mission

The Story of Sany/I'm Officially a Cultured Citizen

Subject Line: This email will have two parts! The first is the story of our amiga Sany, who got baptized last Sunday, shared with permission. The second is just about my week.

 The Story of Sany

 Right about when I got to Málaga, we got a text from one of the members saying she had a friend we could go visit. She'd been going through some rough times, and so a few weeks back their other friend gave her a Libro de Mormón and just said "Sany, you mean a lot to me and I know you are going through a hard time. I'm giving this to you because this is what brings me comfort when I'm not feeling good and so I wanted to share it with you because you know I'd do anything to make you feel better and this is something that's important to me. You don't have to read it if you don't want, but I know it can help you." Sany started reading and once she told them she liked it, they invited us to teach her more. I don't know if you all remember, but like a month back I said that we had a first lesson with someone and I'd never seen someone change so much in just one lesson? Well that was Sany! Everytime we taught her, she was so committed to really studying and learning. She applied what she was learning to what she already knew and what she found the guide to the scriptures even though we hadn't showed her yet and looked it up there. She did the 21 day challenge of the Libro de Mormón diligently and really followed the commitments we extended. I don't think we ever had to extend a commitment twice and some she was already doing before we could extend (like starting on Ven Seguime as soon as she finished the 21 day desafío). 

A miracle that happened with Sany was that she lives here and has two daughters living in the Dominican Republic. Well one day Sany told us "I just found out that the church my daughter goes to is the same one! I didn't remember the name but she told me she told me three years back when her boyfriend introduced her to the church and got baptized. She's going on a mission in a few months and is getting ready to go to the temple." Well we were speechless. I'm not making it sound as surprising as it was, but seriously the member we had in the cita and both if us were like" what??!". It's so crazy how they found the church independent of another and gained their own testimonies and now are working to go to the temple together. I wish the missionaries that baptized her daughter would know this extension of the story! 

What I was most impressed with was that most people who work as internas (live-in caretakers for a senior) don't come to church because they work. Well Sany took her work to church. (I'm sure not everyone could but this was her solution). She would get up super early to get both the Señora and herself ready and would carry the wheelchair down the flights of stairs and push her all the way up the giant hill. We'd help her and the Señora loved going out for a stroll, yelling "venga, vamos, rápido! Rápido!" No quiero llegar tarde!" until I was practically running. Going down the hill is almost harder because you have to pull it from not speeding down into traffic. Good times jaja. The day of the baptism, she got permission to get off a few hours earlier to go to church and drop off the Señora. She was so excited! But then this Sunday she got super sick. :/ Good thing we had the baptism last week. 

 I'm Officially a Cultured Citizen 

 So I'll start this part of with a sad story. Three days after the baptism, we got a text saying the man who had baptized Sany had passed away. We hardly believed it, but we asked the Elders and the pres de Sociedad de Socorro and the Elders confirmed the text was talking about him. 

We actually were on our way to a cita with Sany so we gave her the sad news and she was so sad because she was so grateful to him for being a part of her step on the convenant path. We had a good discussion about life and death and the plan of salvation and I was feeling pretty reflective and pensive. 

Then, we leave the cita and see that the pres texted us. And guess what--it's turns out that he's not actually dead! He's not dead its his brother in law! Still sad for his family, but man alive we were so embarrassed. What a big fat fail. Probably the biggest one I'll ever have on the mission. I reread the original text and totally not our fault--it was written in a way that didn't clarify who they were talking about. But literally it was so crazy because lemme tell you it's a weird feeling to find out someone passed but it's a weirder feeling to find out that PSYCH they haven't. Like a TV show in real life except the jokes on you because you have to text the mission office and say "nevermind- we don't actually have to know what happens when we need a signature on the baptismal record of someone who's dead." I'm sure they think we're crazy jaja. And then when we texted Sany all she said was "ahhhh- vale." Luckily she hadn't brought it up since. I'm also glad we found out before Sunday when he would've walked into church alive and all three of us faint of shock. 

 So I chose the header because I felt like it has been a very *cultural* week! Yesterday, we went over for almuerzo with a Tibetan Man and his Moroccan wife and had cous-cous. Literally one of the best things that's ever entered my mouth! Basically you boil a bunch of tasty vegetables and pumpkin and halal beef and spices like cinnamon in a pot for an hour, and then pour it over a giant thing of cous-cous (tiny ball-shaped grain) and pour the broth, gravy all over. We were so close to finishing but we had a slice of pumpkin and some cabbage left. They gave us plates to help us eat the meat, but they wouldn't let us portion it out. We all used our spoons and ate from the same giant platter. They also wouldn't let us drink cold water until after the hot food because I guess mixing cold and hot is bad for your stomach. I suppose that's why they traditionally drink tea at meals, but since we politely refused the tea 50 times no lie (the wife didn't understand until I said it wasn't halal for us jaja and even after the husband would sip his tea and say "oh how delicious! Oh how healthy! Made with 5 herbs!" and made us smell it because we wouldn't sip it lol), we had mint infusion, which is just a fresh mint sprig with hot water poured on top and a little spoon of sugar. It was so good we bought fresh mint today to make it again! Maybe it won't be the same because we don't have the fancy Arab teapot they used to heat the water jk. Definitely an eating cita I'll never forget. 

 Then for Pday today I felt extra cultural because we went to the interactive music museum and saw instruments from all over the world! We stayed in the room with the piano, guitars and cello the longest and all played songs together. (OK in reality I tinkered a tune  while Hermana Zito played the cello. It's her major at BYU and it was worth my museum entry fee to hear her play lol We would all request songs and if she had the tune in her head she could just play it). I also loved the rooms where you jam out to crazy world instruments like the zither, the nose flute, double-guitars and even an ancient harp thing made from a human skull. (you pressed buttons to hear sounds of the instruments you weren't allowed to play). There was also a gladd floor with a medieval wall they uncovered and put a museum time capsule for 2033. I'll be back when they open that! 

 After we went to an Italian restaurant because H Mecca said it looked close to authentic. She ordered in Italian and chatted with the waiter and told us what to order. I felt a little less fake with her lol. We got gnocchi and margherita pizza and the other Hermanas got pasta carbonara which I tried and was probably the best. She gave it a 9/10 for authenticity so I figured that's as close as I'll get until I go visit her in Italy. 

 Then as we were walking back some guy stopped me (somehow he didn't notice the other Hermanas-just me) and in English (was Spanish but was determined to use only English) said "are you from the Mormon church? I love that church! I studied with the boys in Granada. I want to learn again." Hope he's cool and not creepy so I'll keep you updated if he ends up being cool! 

 Also something special about today is a finally debuted my pants! Hermana Mecca did too. Some pics mine don't look too flattering but they're not that bad in real life I promise. I didn't realize how cold my legs were all the time until I wore my pants! 

 Sometimes it's frustrating when you think of everything you should be doing as a missionary that you're not or you try to do but noon shows up (cough cough people who told us they would come to the capacitación H Mecca and I planned and didn't) but the mission is about learning to deal with daily disappointment and trying to find the little adventures. Like when we found a gorgeous historic Barrio in the foothills and the wind was blowing too much for wearing a skirt and it was too confusing to find a single address we wanted to pass by, but it was so gorgeous and so Spanish we weren't even mad jaja. And tip: if you ever accidentally offend a member, they will be appeased with brownies. I'm telling you brownies are the secret here! Convinced!!! 

 Os quiero, 

 Hermana Ritman 

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Madrid, Espana

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Responses to {Part 15} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^

ALSO I have included asks I received to do with IWSY in the hours leading up to before I posted it because there was a few! So if you sent in an ask to do with IWSY and I didn’t post it - it will be in this post!

@kpopppimagines said: *Looks at clock, notices time, starts to dance strangely and do weird jazz hand motions* Wooooooooo yeahhhhhhhh! So excited! Xx 🙌🏼🙌🏼💕

Ahhh I really hope you liked the chapter love!

Anonymous said: Hope the new chapter will be as great as the rest!! Really looking forward to what direction the story will go in❤️❤️

I hope it lived up to your expectations :D

@mocking-butts said: I'm probably way too excited for this chapter because holy moly i need more!!! Honestly one of my favorite fanfics i love it <3

I really hope you enjoyed it my dear ^^ Thank you very much!

@audreymv said: I wanna kill Yoongi like mate I UGH I CANT. Like why and now Jungkook cant tell her his secret just omg everything os crashing down. I love this so mich but Yoongi he is ooooo on my list in this fanfic. Loving it so far 😘😘😘

Just when he was about to tell her :c How can he tell her now?! heh ^^ Thank you so much for reading it!

Anonymous said: Wow, new chapter of IWSY was really good! I'm so glad to finally get some backstory on the reader, but I kind of feel bad for Jungkook now.. Because how will the reader react when he tells her? And Yoongi's going to the ball so she'll recognise him.. Ahhh! Well, I suppose there's nothing to do but patiently wait. Stay healthy and keep up the hard work! Thanks

I’m so happy you thought it was good! I guess we’ll just have to wait and see how she will react when/if he tells her ^^ lol Thank you so much for reading and I hope you stay healthy too!

@loverofotome said: 😱😱 IT'S THEIR FATE TO BE TOGETHER 😱😱 I was definitely not expecting that. Yoongi seems to think there's something special about her and I can't help but wonder what that is. Ahhh! I love your writing and it's so good, as always. I can't wait until next week!

IT WAS DESTINY~~ hehe ^^ I wonder what’s so special about her? I guess we will have to wait to find out :D Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have an awesome day :)

@doubletroublesince1994 said: NOPE. NEVER EXPECTED THIS. BUT THIS. HOW DARE YOU. OMGGGG WHY DO I FEEL LIKE YOU LEFT ME WITH A CLIFFHANGER EVEN IF IT ISN'T ONE?????? UGH I LOVE YOU.

I am very very sorry c: hehe~ I love you too and thank you very much for reading the chapter!!

Anonymous said: oh my gosh, yoongi.. what he did was so cruel. and that's why he's looking for y/n... i'm really curious about when and what's going to happen when y/n finds out jungkook is a vampire

Why did he do it though? And what’s the reason he is looking for her? Is it to just dimply finish what he began? If so - is he going to go looking for Sid, too? ;o SO many questions! haha ^^ Thank you for reading the chapter!

@omelys-space said: IT ALL CONNECTS GOD DAMN! Like how amazing is this update 😍 I am honestly excited for every update you post and they never let me down   Thank you ❤

I’m so happy that you can see it all connecting and beginning to come together to make a bigger picture! There is still much more to come :D hehe Thank you very much and it makes me happy that you said I never let you down. Thank you!

Anonymous said: Honestly this fan fiction is one of the best things I've ever read. I hate reading, but this story has changed my perspective about it! IWSY is also the first long fanfic that I've read heh~ I just want you to know that I think you are a really good writer and the stories that you make are amazing! I am in love with this story!❤️❤️  -Ro (you don't know me but I'm gonna put my name anyway☺️)

Hi Ro! :D Ahhh thank you so much for your wonderful words, I’m smiling so much! And thank you also for reading my series and I’m so happy that you’re enjoying it ^^

@deangetoutofmyspleen said: IM S C R E A M I NG I DIDNT EXPECT THAT AT ALLLLLL FUCJSKSKKFMFMGMDMAMZMXMXKSK I LOVE

YAAAAAY I’m glad I could surprise you! I think a lot of people thought it was either going to be Yoongi or Jungkook that had something to do with her parents death. But in a way - they both did, I guess :D Thank you so much for reading the update!!

@im-so-scared-aaaa said: Ok, I'm suppose to be studying, but now I'm shooked ^^ Thank you😿

I hope you managed to get back to studying you naughty child! c: Haha thank you so much for reading it and I hope you enjoyed it too!

Anonymous said: That curveball thoooooooo I don't want jungkook to be hurt :"( how is he ever going to tell reader about his secret like this 😰😰😰😰

I know :( How could you ever tell someone that after what they just told you? :(

Anonymous said: OMG This chapter give me chills!!! It's amazing, I am loving how the plot starts to thicken ... things are about to get a while lot more intense and complicated isn't it ?!😏 I honestly can't wait for the update , thank you so much for updating every week. I Love you and you writing so much❤

I’m so happy I could give you chills c: And...it may possibly get more complicated and intense from this moment on...yes c: Thank you so much for reading and I love you too! Have an awesome day :D

Anonymous said: Ah this chapter was so angsty... I never read angst but You did so well!! Ta! x  U.K. Anon :)

I do enjoy writing angst a lot :) It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written something very angsty since my Who Are You? series! Thank you so much fellow U.K anon!

@moonlighthollow said: I somehow new that her parents were killed by a vampire But Holy shit it's yoongi He's scary af 😐 Poor brother😭 Poor girl😭 And poor jungkookie😭 It was good as always tho😅😊

Idk about you but evil Yoongi gives me such a sexy vibe isfskdgksjng lol Thank you for reading the update and I hope you have a wonderful day babe!

Anonymous said: I don't know if I'm shivering because it's cold in my room, or because of ch 15 of IWSY... Oh my fxxking god!!!! I mean, there were hints, so the plot doesn't come as much as a surprise, but the writing style had me sucked into the story completely! Loved it! 👏🏻💕

I am also shivering but my reason is that it is DEFINITELY cold right now TT I want it to be summer already I’m so DONE with the cold lol Thank you very much for reading the update and I hope you’ll enjoy the future chapters too!

Anonymous said: I LOVE YOU AND WRITING SOOO MUCH!!! ❤❤❤

I LOVE YOU TOO THANK YOU BABE! :D

Anonymous said: Hi Sara!! I'm the anon that had that super late 7:45 class, so I couldn't read IWSY a couple weeks ago when it updated. ANYWAYS, I usually post some kind of ask to you every update you have, but the past couple weeks I haven't been able to because of school T.T SO, I wanted to finally message you again and tell you how WONDERFUL IWSY is! Not gonna lie, it is my ALL TIME FAVORITE FIC that I have ever found on Tumblr! Like the last couple chapters with the smut.. WOO DAMN GIRL. (cont.) Usually I read the smut for the smut (lol), BUT when I read those chapters, I was so engrossed in the story that I wanted to know what was going to happen next more than reading more smut X3. AND THEN YOU HAD TO COME OUT WITH THIS NEXT CHAPTER AND HOT DAMN. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING. IVE BEEN TRYING TO GET MY FRIENDS TO READ IWSY SO THAT I CAN TALK TO THEM ABOUT IT BUT NO ONE WILL LISTEN TO ME >.< Anyways, keep up the good work! You keep throwing curve balls my way gah damn. (2/2) - 7:45 anon

Hello 7:45 anon! That’s okay, I completely understand and you don’t have to apologise or explain yourself because school/work is important and I’m glad you’re focused on your studies! But thank you so much for reading and catching up with the series, and I’m really happy that you’re liking it ^^ Awwww I hope once of your friends reads it too so you guys can talk about it with each other! That’s so cute haha c: Thank you so much and I hope you have a great week :D

Anonymous said: BRRROOOOOOOOOHMYGOD WHAT THE FUCK HWAT THE FUCK WHAT THE F U C K OOOHHHH MY GOD!!!! pls tell me the next chapter is the charity ball I'm READY for the action the drama GIRL PLS I cannot wAIT GIRL!!! That chapter had me yelling at the top of my lungs 😱😱😱

*giggles* thank you so much for reading! The ball will come soon - I promise! Just hold on tight a bit longer :D I hope you enjoyed it my dear!

@fashionkilla124 said: I love you. That I won't stop you story just stopped my heart. I honestly knew yoongi had something to do with but when I found out yoongi killed her parents I was like NOOOOI NOT MY BABY YOONGI AWWW LAWD TAKE THE WHEEL PLEASE. I cant wait for next week I'll probs have a heart attack next chapter

Awh I love you too :D hehe~ Evil baby Yoongi what is he doing :c lol thank you so much for reading the update and I really hope you’ll look forward to next week too!!

Anonymous said: Omg poor Sid 😞 he was only four...DAMMIT Yoongi

I know :( Poor Sid indeed - but I wonder why Yoongi did it...;)

Anonymous said: Damn in the span of like four days (not including the hours they're at work) they've managed to christen every room the house, didn't you say there were like 13 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms, not to mention the kitchen, living room etc.?? Damn they got busy 😏

LOLOLOL they got busy indeed c: Haha it was more so meant as a sexually comedic idiom, but if it’s possible it’s possible! lol I hope you enjoyed the chapter my dear :D

Anonymous said: BISH. I'm jungshook rn. I can't. I love you. But why you play with my emotions like this? I love this story. I love you. I love Jungkook. I love the way chapter 15 snatched my edges and left them at a bus stop in Miami. You're the best. ~With love, New Kookie Anon

Hello new kookie anon! lol Jungshook~ I think everyone becomes a little Jungshook from time to time c: I love you too my dear!! I hope you got home safely from the bus stop in Miami xD thank you so much for reading the update!

Anonymous said: OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK AHHHHHH SARA OMG I CANT FUCKING EVEN OF COURSE YOONGI KILL ED Y/NS PARENTS AND NOW WANTS HER BLOOD. OMG OF FUCKING COURSE. I NEED TUESDAY TO COME BACK HOLY SHIT I'M SCREAMING SARA. Y DO YOU DO THIS TO ME. I CANT EVEN THINK CLEARLY THIS FUCKED ME UP THIS MADE MY DAY 10000X BETTER BECAUSE I HAD A SHITTY DAY. SO THANK YOU I LOVE YOU BUT FUCK OMG I AM SHOOK

OOOOOH BUT WHY DOES HE WANT HER BLOOD?! That’s the most important question ;D lolol I’m so glad I could make your day a little less shitter though c: I love you too and thank you so much for reading the new chapter my dear!

Anonymous said: OMG MY HEART! THIS WHOLE CHAPTER WAS JUST SO HAJSKCLZPAVAVAFUCABAKDLXLXNAL(ノﾟДﾟ)

AHHHHH I HOPE THAT’S A GOOD THING! I hope you enjoyed it ^^

Anonymous said: Oh mai gawdddd!!! Sara you're such a good writer! Part 15 of IWSY gave me the major feels!!!! Poor kookie... Halfway through part 15, I already knew what was going to happen before I read it, but you're so skilled that you still managed to make it sad T-T. I can't wait for part 16!!!

Ahhh thank you so much my darling :) You’re too kind to me! Thank you very much for reading the update and I hope you enjoy the next chapter as well!

Anonymous said: I cant believe Vampire evil yoongi was looking for y/n since back then ONG GET A LIFE LMAO love your serie💜

But remember that he has been locked up for the past 13 years! So he has had a lot of time to plan c: Thank you so much for reading and enjoying it my love ^^

Anonymous said: 😭😭 I wish it's a happy ending for Jungkook and Y/N, in the "I Won't Stop You" series. I love you Author-nim!

I wish for that too my dear! I love you too and thank you for reading my series *hugs* Have a wonderful day!

@jynxy24 said: SARA SARA SARA SARA SARA!!!! WHEN WILL JUNGKOOK TELL Y/N?! ARGHHHH YOU ARE PLAYING WITH MY FEELINGS! LIKE JUST WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO TELL? COME ON!!! This is just like when I found out Who Are You was a dream. T.T But i still love your writing Sara! Great chapter today, stay awesome! 👅👅

But how can he tell her straight away now right after she just dropped that bombshell on him?! So many questions hehe :P I hope you enjoyed the chapter anyway my dear ^^ I hope you have a wonderful week and thank you so much for reading!

@lostheretics said: i thought they were going to the fundraising ball in part 15 but they had a deep talk instead asdfghjkl kill me rn bc y/n's secrets omg😭😭 iM STILL CONFUSED WHAT's THE SPECIAL THING THAT YOONGI WANTS FROM HER

Deep, heart to heart pillow talks are my fav thing in the world *feels very soft at this thought* ahhhh :c lolol And I guess you’ll just have to wait to find out why he wants her so badly! Hopefully, someone will be able to tell Jungkook too, before it’s too late...heh ^^ Thank you for reading my love and I hope you’re enjoying the story!

Anonymous said: oh my fucking god :( i hope y/n wont abandon jungkook once she found out he a whole dracula :(( oh my god no but then ill love that because I LOVE PAIN but no dont do it LMAO WAIT WILL Y/N RECOGNIZE YOONGI AT THE BALL HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I hope she won’t either :c He deserves to be loved since he is so capable of loving now! You masochist hehe (fucking same tho) c: Thank you so much for reading my dear!

Anonymous said: SO YOONGI HAS BEEN LOOKING FOR Y/N FOR YEARS NOW??? IT SEEMS LIKE Y/N'S PARENTS PROTECTED HERSMJWHFJD WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT ABT HER IS SHE SOME TYPE OF VAMPIRE GOD LIKE SOMEONE EVEN MORE SUPERIOR THAN JUNGKOOKS FAMILY?? IS THAT WHY YOONGI WANTS HER SO MUCH???

Well if you remember, Yoongi has been locked up for 13 years but has now only escaped with the help of Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin! Hehe I hope you enjoy how the story unfolds c: Thank you so much for reading!

Anonymous said: OMG THE BACK STORY I'M CRYING how will y/n react if jungkook tell her the truth bruh I can't take the suspense AND ALSO IS THE BALL NEXT WEEK???? I WANNA SEE HER DRESS OMG

In the story, Y/N and Jungkook are currently talking when it is Friday night - so the ball is on the Saturday; which is the next day! c: And yessssss! I wonder what type of dress Taehyung and Jimin are creating...I think it will be a masterpiece~ Thank you for reading my series! :D

@semisweetsuga said: MY HEART. SARA MY LOVE YOU HAVE HURT ME BUT I'M OKAY WITH IT BECAUSE THAT UPDATE WAS BEAUTIFUL. I LOVED IT SM GOOD JOB!!

I’m sorry for hurting your heart Koto :c Please forgive me ahhhhh. I love you a lot and thank you for always being so fucking awesome ^=^

@manibbunny said: i am sure that Y/N will be understanding of jungkook when he tells her about him being a vampire. she will get sad but she loves him and she knows he's different and won't do something like that ever again. loved the new chapter btw!

I hope she is understanding of Jungkook too! I think if you really love someone and have feelings for them like that - love can always find a way and triumph. So I hope that’s the case for Jungkook and Y/N too! Thank you for reading the update my love and I hope you enjoy the rest of the series too!

Anonymous said: Oh yoongi's been after OC since she was young.. Loved the chapter. I'm even more excited to find out what's special abt the OC. I wonder also why jungkook (and taehyung) dont know what's special if yoongi knows? (You dont need to answer that ofc. just me voicing my thoughts while reading). Looking forward to next tuesday~

Don’t worry - I always love to read people’s thoughts so think and say all you want! But yeah, you’re right - I won’t ever say whether is someone is wrong or right :3 Jungkook and Y/N will be talking with Taehyung and Jimin before the ball when they go to get her dress (which is the next day in the story if you remember ^^) So I wonder if something will happen then?! c: Thank you for reading and enjoying my series dear ^^ It means a lot to me!

@animeimmortal said: wow. Just wow. Like I am so curious as to how this is going to turn out but right now I'm just amazed omg

I hope you’ll enjoy how the story unfolds and pans out in time! Thank you for reading the update beautiful ^=^

@taekookiesandcream said: Sara, my love, part 15 was amazing! You keep out-doing yourself!! You're so so talented and I want you to know your very appreciated! Also, I feel really bad for only speaking to you when you update lol, I'll try and speak to you more often, pinky promise 🙋🏼💕

Ach, thank you so much my little flower ^^ And no oh my goodness don’t feel bad about doing that! You can always talk to me whenever you wish - my DMs are always open! (although I may not be able ot reply straight away due to work and Uni etc~ I will reply eventually lol!) Thank you so much dear :D

Anonymous said: SHIT JUST GOT REAL

YOU BET YOUR DAMN ASS IT GOT REAL HOHOHOHO

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Being Alone, Animals, and Beef: At Brooklyn ACC hoping for a Second Chance Handsome As Ever friendly, housetrained loves attention & affection, very playful & gentle with children he lived with ages 6-11), knows some basic commands **** TO BE KILLED 12/20/2018 **** 6 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS AND BROWNIE KNOWS JUST WHAT HE WANTS. A HAPPY ENDING WITH AN AWESOME NEW FAMILY <3 This deliciously adorable young fella will only add inches to the heart! Full of life, loving all people and wanting to give and take as much affection as possible. His super memorable face is filled with so many adorable features including his wrinkled brow, big button brown eyes, a dark chocolate nose outlined in white with freckles. A family pet who was accustomed to being the one and only. The usual "moving" excuse is now about to translate to ending his life as he is now on the heartbreaking list. Brownie loves to play, socialize and is always excited. The shelter deems him dog reactive and therefore is Rescue Only. Brownie means no harm to anyone, is young, healthy, vibrant and happy, and sadly about to lose his life right before Christmas. We are so hoping someone notices his worth and gives him the chance he so truly deserves. Please message this page if you would like to foster or adopt this adorable boy. BROWNIE@BROOKLYN ACC Hello, my name is Brownie My animal id is #50554 I am a male brown dog at the Brooklyn Animal Care Center The shelter thinks I am about 3 years old, 66 lbs Came into shelter as owner surrender Reason Stated: MOVING - NO PETS ALLOWED Brownie is rescue only Brownie is at risk at the care center. He has been observed to react to other dogs on leash, lunging towards them, barking and growling, it was also noted by prior owner. Brownie has previously bitten another dog when he became loose from the owner. Due to these behaviors he is only available to our New Hope partners at this time. There are no medical concerns for him at this time. My medical notes are... Weight: 66.5 lbs Vet Notes 16/12/2018 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 3 Microchip noted on Intake? n Microchip Number (If Applicable): n History : OS Subjective: BARH Observed Behavior – allowed for full PE - gentle Evidence of Cruelty seen -n Evidence of Trauma seen -n Objective T = - P = wnl R = wnl BCS = 6/9 EENT: Eyes clear, ears clean, no nasal or ocular discharge noted Oral Exam: Moderate calculus on canines PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: Two descended testicles - round symmetrical MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, no masses noted, healthy hair coat CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: externally normal Assessment: Mild overweight suspected Healthy Prognosis: Excellent SURGERY: Okay for surgery Details on my behavior are... Behavior Condition: 1. Green Behavior History Behavior Assessment Upon intake Brownie was sniffing everything in the intake room. He struggles with the counselor to take a photo. He allowed counselor to collar and pet him. he was treat motivated when provide Beef stix treats. He struggles with the Animal Care Specialist to get out the intake room. Date of Intake: 12/15/2018 Spay/Neuter Status: Not Applicable Basic Information:: Brownie came into BACC as an owner surrender. His owner was unable to care for him no more due to their work schedule and them moving to an apartment that has a strict dog policy. Previously lived with:: 2 adults and 3 children How is this dog around strangers?: Owner stated Brownie is friendly around strangers but he is very alert by the movements they make. If he see anything strange he starts to bark. How is this dog around children?: Owner stated they have three little sisters ages 6,10 and 11 years old and he is very playful and gentle with them. How is this dog around other dogs?: Owner stated he is dog reactive. They stated last year Brownie accidentally got lose and bit a dog by his neck and did not want to release the dog. How is this dog around cats?: Have not been around cats so is unknown of his behavior with cats. Resource guarding:: Owner stated Brownie does not resource guard his food or toys. He is not bother when you try to take it away. Bite history:: As per owner, she accidentally let go of his leash and he ran towards a female dog slightly bigger than him. Brownie barked at her and then immediately when to bite the top of her neck. Brownie gripped onto her neck and owner yelled "let go" and he released immediately. Owner stated that the female dog had scratches from before and the scar reopened. Owner stated the female dog was treated with neosporin. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: High Has this dog ever had any medical issues?: No For a New Family to Know: Brownie is a loving and friendly dog who just want affection. He is very energetic. He likes to walk and play with ropes, chew bones or balls. He sleeps on floors but will try to sleep in your bed if your let him. He eats pedigree about 3x a day. He like to eat Bacon treats. he is house trained. He likes to destroy stuff is left alone in the house. He knows ques such as sit, come and lay down. He will brisk walk on leash but pulls hard. He does not do well in crates. Date of intake:: 12/15/2018 Spay/Neuter status:: No Means of surrender (length of time in previous home):: Owner surrender Previously lived with:: 2 adults, 3 children Behavior toward strangers:: Friendly Behavior toward children:: Playful, gentle Behavior toward dogs:: Dog reactive, see bite history Behavior toward cats:: Unknown Resource guarding:: None reported Bite history:: Brownie has accidentally gotten loose and bit a dog by his neck, he was would not readily release. The other dog required stitches. Housetrained:: Yes Energy level/descriptors:: Loving, friendly, energetic with a high energy level Date of assessment:: 12/17/2018 Look:: 1. Dog's eyes are averted, with tail wagging and ears back. Allows head to be held loosely in Assessor's cupped hands. Sensitivity:: 1. Dog stands still and accepts the touch, eyes are averted, and tail is in neutral position with a relaxed body posture. Dog's mouth is likely closed for at least a portion of the assessment item. Tag:: 1. Dog follows at the end of the leash, body soft. Paw squeeze 1:: 1. Dog does not respond at all for three seconds. Eyes are averted and ears are relaxed or back. Paw squeeze 2:: 1. Dog does not respond at all for three seconds. Eyes are averted and ears are relaxed or back. Toy:: 2. Dog takes toy away, keeps a firm hold. His/her body is between you and the toy, and is loose and wiggly. No growling or stiffness. Summary:: Brownie allowed all handling for assessment. Though he did not react for paw, he gave whale eyes when conducted. Summary (1):: Brownie's owner only reported that he has bitten another dog before. 12/17: When off leash at the Care Center, Brownie enters the yard and approaches the gate to greet a novel female. As the distance decreases, his posture becomes stiffer and stiffer, though his tail remains mid-line. Once the gate is opened, Brownie allows the female helper to greet his rear end then moves away slowly. He spends much of the time away from her, exploring. When she approaches to greet him face to face, Brownie once again stiffens his posture. Date of intake:: 12/15/2018 Summary:: Allowed all handling upon intake Date of initial:: 12/15/2018 Summary:: allowed handling, gentle ENERGY LEVEL:: Brownie will need daily mental and physical activity to keep him engaged and exercised. We recommend long-lasting chews, food puzzles, and hide-and-seek games, in additional to physical exercise, to positively direct his energy and enthusiasm. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: NEW HOPE ONLY Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: Single-pet home,Recommend no dog parks,Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments:: Single pet home/no dog parks: Due to Brownie's previous bite history and observed reactivity towards other dogs, we are recommending he be placed in a home where he can remain as the only pet in the home. Place with a New Hope partner: Due to the severity for Brownie's reactivity towards other dogs combined with the severity of his previous known bite to another dog, we recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide any necessary behavior modification (force-free, positive reinforcement-based) and re-evaluate behavior in a stable home environment before placement into a permanent home. We recommend exercising safe and appropriate management of Brownie in areas where there are other dogs/animals to prevent further incident. Guidance from a professional trainer or veterinary behaviorist is highly advised. Potential challenges: : Destructive behavior,Multiple-bite history/risk of future aggression,On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration Potential challenges comments:: Destructive behavior: Brownie is reported to show destructive behavior in the home. We are unaware of what, if any, attempts were made to remedy this behavior but we suggest to future adopters that Brownie will need to be provided with physical and mental stimulation and with a variety of appropriate and engaging chew toys so he can engage in necessary chewing behavior without damage to human objects. On leash reactivity/barrier frustration: At the care center Brownie has been observed to react to other dogs on leash, lunging towards them, barking and growling, it was also noted by prior owner. Brownie may need positive reinforcement, reward based training to teach him to look at you rather than other dogs and novel stimuli that may startle him. We recommend a front clip harness or head halter to help manage this behavior. Bite history/risk of future aggression: Brownie has previously bitten another dog when he became loose from the owner, running up to large dog and biting her on the neck. Because Brownie is so reactive to other dogs, he needs careful behavior modification and management to prevent future bites. We recommend only force-free, reward-based training methods for Brownie as more aversive techniques are likely to increase fear and increase the risk of aggression. BROWNIE IS RESCUE ONLY…..TO SAVE THIS PUP YOU MUST FILL OUT APPLICATIONS WITH AT LEAST 3 NEW HOPE RESCUES. PLEASE HURRY!!! IF YOU CAN FOSTER OR ADOPT THIS PUP, PLEASE PM OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE. WE CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH LINKS TO APPLICATIONS WITH NEW HOPE RESCUES WHO ARE CURRENTLY PULLING FROM THE NYC ACC. PLEASE SHARE THIS DOG FOR A HOME TO SAVE HIS LIFE.