#rochelle is a bitch yes

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Familiarity Breeds Contempt

Chapter Ten of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Eleven

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.1K

Chapter Overview: Rochelle and Frankie's relationship finally reaches a boiling point

TW: toxic relationship, mentions of cocaine, depictions of domestic assault/violence

Notes: hey everyone !! this is a heavier chapter,, so it didn't feel right to include a lot of the things i originally intended too. not to worry though because that's what next week is for hehe ((: thank u to @missbabyjay for being a blessing and giving me some inspo for the fight scene !! i updated the tag list so please let me know if i missed you/ you want to be added ! as usual ... my asks are always open and happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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“What’s going on?” Benny looks puzzled as Will holds your scared body with extreme care. He peers past his brother to find only Pope following closely behind. “Where’s Fish?”

“Dealin’ with his past.” Will sighs as he sets you down. 

You quietly wrap your arms around your body and turn to look back at the front door of the gym.

“His past? Could you be any more vague?” He brushes past his brother for you. Benny crouches down and cups your face in his hands while cautiously inspecting you. “What happened out there?”

“I don’t know. I really don't know. One minute everything is fine and then the next minute a car comes barreling towards all four of us and I’m being rushed inside.” 

He looks for his friends for more answers as he rubs your shoulder. When Will stays silent, Pope speaks up. 

“Crazy bitch decided it would be a good idea to show up here.” He offers.

“Rochelle?” Benny stands to his full height. “Rochelle is outside my fuckin’ gym? No way in hell.” He starts heading for the exit with murder in his eyes, but Will plants a steady hand on his chest. 

“Fish is takin’ care of it. Leave it be.”

“Leave it be?! How can you say that after everything she has done to him?” Benny spits.

“For the love of God will someone tell me what’s going on?!” You finally crack.

All three of them look at you with pained expressions. 

“As much as we want to tell you-” Pope starts.

“And we really want to tell you.” Benny quickly adds.

“This is something Catfish has to tell you himself. You deserve to hear it directly from him and not a third party, hermosa.” 

“But-” You begin.

“He will tell you, hon.” Will wraps his arms around you and you allow yourself to accept the comfort you so desperately need amidst the chaos. “You just need to be patient with him. His past, just like the rest of ours, is hard to talk about. I know it’s easier said than done, but trust us.”

You slowly move your own limbs around his torso and take a deep breath of his woodsy cologne. Of course he wears a scent that is reminiscent of trees. They are one in the same if you think about it. Both of them are tall, strong, able to stand firm in any weather, and always constant. Will is your oak tree and you cling on to him until the raging winds start to die down. Unfortunately, just as trees are predictable, the winds never are. Muffled yelling begins to seep through the door accompanied by pounding fists on glass.

***

“Francisco fucking Morales!” She screeches. “We need to talk!”

He starts walking towards her. “Yes, Rochelle. We do.”

“Oh!” She gasps dramatically. “So now you want to talk?! That’s funny because you have been avoiding my calls and texts for the past week! I haven’t heard from you since Saturday night! It wouldn’t have anything to do with that fucking receptionsit, would it?”

He knew this would happen. He knew that she would immediately bring you up.

“Do you know how many times you would disappear on me while we were dating, Rochelle?” He asks calmly. “But now that we aren’t dating and I’m the one not responding, it’s an issue for you?”

He can see it in her eyes that she's taken aback. In every argument that they have ever had in the history of their relationship, Frankie had always rolled over and bared his stomach to her. He never tried to fight back in order to preserve the peace. Clearly she thought that this time would be the same.

“Why haven’t you answered my question?! Does that receptionist have anything to do with you ignoring me?!”

“This is between me and you. Leave her out of this.” He wants to keep you as far away from her hooked claws as he can. He might not have been able to escape them, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her drag you down.

“So, that’s a yes!” She throws her hands up in the air as if she is celebrating a victory. “I’m also going to correctly assume that she’s the reason why you haven’t given me an answer about getting back together!”

You were the reason. You were without a doubt the reason. In the short time that he has known you and the even shorter time that he has been with you, you have given him things he didn’t think he was worthy of. You gave back all the kindness and care he gifted you tenfold. You listened when he talked, communicated with him about the little things, and above all, even if you didn’t know it yet, were patient with him. He knew he was a broken and shattered piece of glass, but you were like the sea. Your gentle waves came up and kissed his rough edges until they were soft and round. You were nothing like the relentless, careening waters that he knew Rochelle to be. That he thought all relationships to be. You never made him feel like he was in a perpetual state of purgatory waiting to be granted access to the Heaven that was your affection. You gave it to him so willingly and without hesitation.

“No, I’m the reason why you haven’t been given an answer about if we are getting back together. I don’t want to do this anymore,” He motions his hands in between the two of them. “I want something healthy.”

He watches her eyes grow wide at his words. The sheer weight of them slams down on her so hard that he swears he almost sees her knees buckle.

“You ‘want something healthy’?!” She mocks. “I pulled you out of the gutter when I met you!”

“Oh my fucking God.” He whispers. It’s like he’s looking in a mirror eight months ago. “You’re high, aren’t you? You could have killed all of us and yourself driving like that!” Anger starts to bubble below his cool demeanor.

“Don’t change the subject!” She bellows.

“You want to talk about pulling me out of the gutter? Fine! You pulling me out of the gutter caused me to lose my fucking pilots license! The best part was,” He can’t help but laugh dryly. “You didn’t even care! That didn’t even snap you back to reality! You never came to visit me in rehab either!” He takes a deep breath to get centered as he can feel himself getting sucked in. “I’m just as complicit in the drug use as you were. You may have shown it to me, but I continued to buy it. I know this. But, when I needed your support you bailed on me.”

“I gave you a distraction from all of those goddamn nightmares!” She hollers. “If you were too busy being high on coke then you wouldn’t have them!”

“You’re fucking deranged if you think that’s what help is supposed to be!”

“At least when you were with me, you knew I wouldn’t judge you for it!” She quips. “What has she said about your little ‘habit’, Frankie? Did she gasp? Did she move away when you tried to touch her? Did she tell you she needed time to be by herself to think everything over?” 

He stays quiet as he clenches his fists by his side. His nails are biting into the flesh of his palm, but he doesn’t care. Her words vibrate violently around in his head. He hadn’t told you about the coke, not yet at least. It wasn’t something he was comfortable coming right out and saying on a first date. The fear that it would make you look at him differently or even want to leave all together haunted him at night. Keeping it from you was wrong if he wanted to be in a relationship; however, he selfishly wanted to keep the image you had of him inside your head intact and uncorrupted. 

“Well look at that!” She giggles maniacally. “She doesn’t know. You haven’t fessed up, have you?”

“What she and I talk about doesn’t concern you, Rochelle. As a matter-of-fact, nothing I say or do should concern you from here on out.” He conjures images of you and uses them to keep him steady and put the final nail in the coffin. “Since you clearly didn’t understand what my silence meant this past week, I’ll waste my breath on you one last time. I don’t want to be in a relationship with you. I don’t want to associate with you. I don’t want to know you anymore.”

“Frankie, baby. Please-” Rochelle begs. She can feel him slipping out from where she verbally pinned him. The struggle for control was tipping in Frankie’s favor and she didn’t know what to do.

“Don’t pretend like you care now to make up for the fact that you never did the entire time. It’s over for good. I should have ended it officially long ago. I guess in a fucked up way you did help me when we did coke. Whenever I was high I could actually convince myself that I loved you.”

Frankie watches as the woman’s eyes across from him darken. Her lips contort into a sinister smile and she tilts her head to one side. It made his blood run cold at how quickly she could switch emotions.

“She’ll leave you, you know?” Her voice is thick with false sweetness. “If she doesn’t leave you when she finds out about the drugs, she will leave when she learns about the little ‘vacation’ you took.” 

He feels like he just got the air knocked out of him.

“Once she finds out that it’s all an illusion, you and all your friends, she’ll run for the hills. At the end of the day, you’re still the man who shot first.” 

There it is. There is her winning blow. There is that conniving woman he always knew she could be. She had a gift for knowing exactly what to say to destroy a person from the inside out. Every time she did it, that signature smile was always present. It seemed to grow wider each time she twisted her verbal blade into his stomach. Up until this point, Frankie had managed to remain relatively controlled. He knew she was sick, but he never dreamed she would bring up what happened in South America. He told her, in confidence, a little about what happened because he desperately needed to. He went to places he never imagined due to the guilt he felt about Tom’s death. Figuring that talking about it would lessen the pain, he opened up to her. Unfortunately, that only worked when the person he was talking to was actually listening. 

“Leave, Rochelle.” His voice waning under the strain of his plethora of emotions. “We’re done here.”

“I’m not done! I have something to tell that lovely woman hiding inside the gym!” She makes a mad dash to the gym entrance. When she frantically pulls on the handle and finds it locked, she resorts to yelling and slamming her hands against the glass. “Come out! Come out!” 

Frankie has caught up to her by this time and is trying to move her away. As angry as he was, he would never resort to being physical with her. 

“Rochelle, for the love of God get the fuck away! This isn’t going to fix anything!”

“Does it look like I care?!” She screams, turning her body to face him. “I don’t get dumped! That’s not how this works! I’m in control!” 

She starts to bring her fists down on Frankie now. He blocks her blows with his forearms and prays that the guys have kept you far enough away to where none of this madness reaches your ears. 

Loud sirens slice through Rochelle’s incomprehensible rambling. He looks past her flailing body and sees red and blue lights begin to paint the buildings on the street. As they get closer, its noise registers in her ears too. 

“You called the cops?! You called the fucking cops on me?!” She brings her balled up hands down harder and faster on Frankie’s makeshift shield. “Asshole! Asshole! You’re such an asshole!”

A police cruiser pulls into the parking lot and comes to a quick stop in front of the gym. Two officers immediately jump out of the car and rush over. Within minutes they have Rochelle pinned up against the wall of the gym and are attaching handcuffs to her writhing wrists. She keeps yelling things like ‘this is a misunderstanding’ and ‘we were just having a passionate argument’. Frankie watches as the cops have to force her into the back seat because she keeps trying to climb out. She looks like a rabid animal being caged.

“Goodbye, Rochelle.” He doesn’t know if this is the last time he will see her, but for now he knows he can sleep without having to keep one eye open.

Once they finally have her secured, one officer climbs into the passenger seat and the one makes his way over to Frankie. 

“Evenin’, sir. What can you tell me about the young lady?”

He has no idea how the cops arrived and no energy to speak with them. Frankie just wants the comfort of you.

“Uhh her name is Rochelle and I’m pretty sure she’s high right now. I really don’t have any other relevant information to give you. She just showed up here out of the blue.”

“Well, we were already goin’ to charge her with assault when we arrived on the scene, but I’ll have her drug tested when we get back to the station.” The man looks into the gym. “They know anythin’ about it?” 

Frankie turns and sees Benny leading Will, Pope, and you to the front. Benny unlocks the front door and you slip under his arm and scurry to Frankie’s side. He swaddles you in his arms as he buries his head in the curve of your neck. He doesn’t know which one of y’all is shaking harder at this point. 

“I’m Benjamin Miller, the owner of this gym. Maybe I could help answer some questions? My friends here were also outside when she sped through the parking lot earlier.”

Frankie looks up at his friend and nods in his direction. An unspoken ‘thank you’ for getting the attention off of him.

“Let’s get away from all this craziness, estrella. Walk with me.”

You feel him pull away from you, but reach down to take your hand. He holds it tightly as he guides you away from all the commotion. You follow him as he walks around the back side of Brass Knuckles until the sights and sounds of the evening fade away. Then it's only him and you leaning against the brick wall. There are so many questions buzzing around inside you, but no words come. You observe him take a small pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. He thumbs one out and places it delicately between his lips. Then he looks over at you with tired eyes and offers you the pack. You shimmy one out for yourself, an act of solidarity, and wait as he gets the lighter. He lights yours first and then he takes care of himself. Only after he takes a long drag does he speak. 

“I’m sorry that you had to be a part of that.” He sounds distant when he speaks. You don’t think that he’s doing it on purpose. This must be a defense mechanism.

“Do you want to talk about it? I know it's still really raw, but I’ll listen if you want me too.” 

The sun had long set, but the faint glow from the end of his cigarette allows you to see a small smile pull at his lips.

“Would you settle for the sparknotes version right now? I promise I’ll give you the details tonight.” 

“Whatever you’re comfortable with.” You offer quietly.

“Did you-did you hear anything that she said?” 

“I heard her yell your name before Will and Pope got me completely inside. Then we all heard yelling, more her than you, and finally her banging on the door.” 

“To make a long story short, Rochelle showed up angry because I have been ignoring her since Saturday. Over a month ago, the day Benny hired you actually, she texted me saying she wanted to get back together. It wasn’t a healthy relationship, but it was the longest one I had been in so I was confused. It sounds silly.”

“No it doesn’t.” You reassure him. “Keep going.”

“Well, I knew I didn’t want to be in that relationship anymore and I just didn’t know what to tell her. Ignoring her was childish, I know, but it seemed like the best possible option at the time. I didn’t want to get into a big argument. I guess that blew up in my face, huh?” 

“You did what you thought would be best, Frankie. Unfortunately, things just go south sometimes.” 

“Hmm.” He nods at your statement. “Basically she was just angry that I didn’t want her in my life anymore. She’s not really used to being told ‘no’. You really didn’t hear anything specific though?”

“No.” You take a pull from your own cigarette. “The guys never let me leave the heavy bag area in the back.” 

“Good.” He breathes out. He sounds like he is coming back to you.

“But…” You turn your head up to face him. “They really should have kept a closer eye on me if they didn’t want me involved.”

“It was you!” He says, whipping his head to look at you.

“In their defense, they were all discussing what they should do about her showing up. Will wanted to let you figure it out yourself, Benny wanted to punch her out I'm pretty sure, and Pope was somewhere in the middle. I got tired of sitting there and listening to them bicker so I took my own course of action.”

“You amaze me, you know that?”

“What do you mean?” You feel your cheeks heat up.

“I just-I just can’t believe you did that. There were four people telling you to stay out of it and yet you still found a way to help me. I’ve never had someone like that in my life.”

“Your friends would drop everything for you!” 

“I know that.” He laughs lightly. “I mean I’ve never had a woman I’m … dating do that for me.”

“Oh, so we’re dating?” You tease.

“Yes? No? Talking? Courting, maybe?” 

“Courting?” You cough. You were in the middle of inhaling and that caught you off guard.

“Don’t laugh!” He says, shoving you in the shoulder. “I’ll be honest, I have no idea what we are. I just know I like whatever it is.”

“I like it too, Frankie. Labels can come later.” You take the hand he had resting by his side and interlace your fingers. “So…you smoke?”

“It’s not an everyday thing!” He rushes. “It just helps curb the anxiety in a stressful situation.”

“I get it.” You say honestly. 

“I haven’t had to use them in a little over a month.” His hand squeezes yours. “That’s about when you came into my life.” 

“I’m your new vice, huh?” 

“You have no idea, estrella.”

The two of you stand, hands together, letting the smoke from your cigarettes dance around in the air. The quiet that has encompassed y’all is welcome. You don’t hear the blaring sounds of the siren nor the damped dialogue between the police and your friends. It’s safe to say that the coast is clear and safe, but something keeps you here. Something keeps you both here. You can feel it in the way Frankie is breathing, the way that his thumb is rubbing over your skin, that he has more to tell you. He says your name barely above a whisper.

“Yes?”

“I know I said I would only give you a quick summary, but you deserve more than that. You deserve better than that.”

“Frankie, it can wait if you want it to.”

“This is something I need to tell you. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to explain it, but it’s just so hard.” You clutch his hand to let him know you’re listening. “It has to do with my Tuesday work meetings.” 

“Alright?” You aren’t really sure what that has to do with the current situation.

“I don’t really go- they aren’t work meetings. They’re meetings, but they focus on something other than my job. I uhh fuck.” He has to take a breath. “It’s a support group.” 

“For dealing with what you saw on missions?”

“For the things I did to erase what I saw on missions actually. I go to an NA meeting every Tuesday. I met Rochelle when I got back from a particularly bad one. We both kinda clung to each other although, in hindsight, we were both sinking ships. We would go out drinking all the time and when that stopped helping I started using cocaine. It just snowballed from there into something I couldn’t control. I ended up losing my pilot's license because my habit got so bad.”

“God, Frankie. I’m so sorry.” 

“The guys helped me get into a temporary rehab and then find a new job. I’ve been clean for eight months now.” 

“That’s amazing!” You're looking directly into those deep brown eyes. “I’m so proud of you!” 

“You’re what?” The pure shock on his face makes you want to sob.

“Frankie, I’m proud of you. Pulling yourself up after dealing with something like that isn’t easy in the slightest, but you did it. You found your footing and have been walking on your own for eight long months. Going to those weekly NA meetings proves that you are serious about recovery. You should be proud of yourself.”

“You don’t want to leave?” 

“Leave? Why would I want to leave?”

“I’m an addict.” He speaks softly.

“A recovering addict.” You say taking his face in your hand after discarding your cig. “You’re recovering. Please don’t discount all of your hard work. I’m so humbled that you wanted to tell me about this. It would be hard to support you if I left, now wouldn’t it?” 

He surges forward and swallows you in a kiss. His tongue tastes of sweet tobacco as it parts your lips. Your hands find his hair and knock away his cap so you can run your fingers through it. His moans fill your ears as you bite down on his bottom lip. He moves so he’s positioned in front of you. You feel the coarse brick nip at your exposed skin as he pushes your body against it. His hand comes down to roughly palm you through your shirt. You whine in approval as your back arches in a subconscious response to his actions. 

“It’s Pope! I’m coming back there! Y’all better not be doing anything I would be doing!” 

The two of you scramble to separate before you get caught like a couple of horny teenagers. Frankie is in the process of snatching his cap off the ground when Pope rounds the corner of the building. 

“Hi!” You say, breathing abnormally.

“Hello to you.” Pope says with a knowing grin. “Fish.” He nods

The man next to you returns the same greeting.

“Not to kill the vibe of whatever is going on here, but Benny is bitching up a storm.”

“Oh, God. What now?” You question.

“He can’t find his ring girl for this evening.” He smiles.

“It’s barely even 9 o’clock.” Frankie finally chimes in.

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.” Pope holds his hands up. “I was just told to come tell you to get your ass inside. You know how the Millers are about punctuality.” 

“Yeah, alright.” You concede. “Tell him I’m coming.” 

Pope throws each of you a devious wink before leaving. You throw your head back and sigh loudly when it's just you and Frankie again. 

“Want to accompany me into the lion's den?” You hold out your hand to him.

“Yes, but can I ask you something first?” 

“What’s up?” 

“Would you maybe, Christ I feel like a child, want to be my girlfriend? I know you said that labels could come later, but I don’t want to wait until later.”

Your smile could light up the entire alley. You throw your hands around his neck and kiss him. He learned from your last interaction and placed one hand on his cap and circled your lower back with the other. You can feel him smiling against you as you pepper his lips, his jaw, and any skin that you can reach with kisses. 

“Is that a ‘yes’?” He laughs when you finally release him. 

“Of course it’s a fucking yes! Francisco Morales, I would love to be your girlfriend!”

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[gunthermunch]

Max, sculpts a person:

Teacher: hell nah that looks like shit barely a face do it again bitch

Rochelle, stares at a block:

Teacher: oh ma goodness yes queeeeen you served you ate and you left no crumbs

Ok she sleeping with the teacher got it

i think she would rather commit than sleep with the teacher

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

okay I can't wait so I have to ask, any thoughts on crossovers for Rhys / Odette / Corrine?

Yes yes yes my new babies! (Also let's not talk about the LIs problems lol we both have preferences towards Blair just bc she's iconic)

Rhys and Oliver yes pls and thank you. Zero Sense Of Self Identity Mr Perfection and Chaotic Little Rich Bitch Who Lives For Troubles, they're dynamic would be so chaotic and I live for this

But also I just know Rhys and Archie would be all the time "Pls go to therapy 🥺" "I am completely fine! You are the one that needs it pls 🥺" "No you need it more" "No you do" "Okay, I will go only if also you do" "Deal"

Odette and Hillary are such a vibe idk why! (Is it bc Odette's former fc? Maybe)

Odette and Nellie are another big big yes like pretty bitches bitching together and being the absolute best. And Nellie would try to matchmake Odette and Blair for sure lol. Also Odette and Oliver ngl. He totally would be all "You have the best fashion sense, you can do whatever you want with my wardrobe pls pls and thank you"

Corinne and Nellie, again, for pretty bitches bitching together and bc why not.

But also, hear me out, Corinne and Rochelle. They would always be on magazines together but at different pages and they would love it. (And they would try their best to end up in the same sections lmao like, you come with me at this shooting and I'll go to that party and we'll be amazing and everyone will want to kiss, kill or be us)

(Also Van Der Woodsen sib and Vanderbilt girl on the way so 👀)

[general-du-vallon]

Part two of Aramis and just three babies fic, part one is here.

Aramis had Hugo in the shopping trolley seat, Louis standing in the trolley, and Rochelle was trailing a few feet behind staring at his phone she'd got off him for very important business. She bumped into him when he stopped. Good to know she was paying attention to the world around her. To be fair, it was Aldi, and it was crammed with families on a post-school rush.

“Hullo,” Aramis called.

Their neighbour was crouched, looking at a low shelf of microwave rice pouches in consternation. He looked up and saw Aramis and got a wary, weary sort of look. Aramis waved.

“I need to wee,” Louis whined, trying to climb out of the trolley.

“Papa, Papa,” Hugo complained at them having stopped, arms waving about.

“Shush, I’m saying hello to our neighbour,” Aramis said. “You don’t need to wee, you weed about ten minutes ago, in a bush, because you couldn’t possibly wait until we got here.”

“I might need to wee again,” Louis complained.

Rochelle walked around Aramis and went to get things off the shelves that they didn’t need. Hugo started making whining noises, head back.

“I’ll get some wine,” Porthos said. “You can all come over later, if you want.”

“What? Yes. Seriously? Yes,” Aramis said. “Put it back.”

“You don’t even know what it is,” Rochelle said.

“I don’t need to. We have a list, it’s not on the list,” Aramis said. “Louis if you climb out so help me, I’ll, I dunno, tear your arms off and bop you with them maybe. Something violent.”

Hugo laughed at that, and Aramis smiled at his mood face, his curly chestnut hair bouncing. He was so lovely.

“Wine,” Porthos said. “I’ll be home in about an hour, knock whenever.”

He held out his basket to Rochelle, who took a minute to realise what he was offering, then lit up and dropped a chocolate cake into Porthos’s basket. Aramis sighed, but let it be, Rochelle rushing happily back over and linking her arm with his. She hardly ever did that these days, it was nice. Louis had given up getting free and plopped down to play with his Action Man doll thing he’d brought over. All the children happy, the shopping went much more smoothly than it had any business being, and they got home before dinner time. After Friday shopping. A miracle.

Aramis showered while the kids ate pasta and pesto, and then spent way too long choosing his clothing. He changed Louis’ clothes because he had got pesto on his shirt, and Hugo’s clothes because once home he’d got most of his things off and only had pants on, and Rochelle’s clothes because she’d decided to dress up when she saw him dressing up and had come up with a crop top from somewhere and a skirt she grew out of months ago. She got into proper clothes with a huge strop. He combed all their hair and found a packet of strawberries to take as an offering and chivvied them all out into the hall to line up neatly outside Porthos’s door. Aramis felt a qualm of nerves and hesitated over knocking. Hugo solved that by kicking the door a few times, staring at Aramis as if to say ‘you made me wear shoes, now bear the consequences, bitch’.

“Hang on!” came a shout from inside.

“Hugo,” Aramis growled.

“He’ll tear your arm off, Hugo,” Louis whispered, gripping Hugo’s arm. “And bop you with it!”

Rochelle giggled, covering her mouth, and all three of them were looking up at him to see what he’d do when the door opened and he did not do anything because Porthos had not got a shirt on and honestly Aramis could not be held accountable because Jesus Holy Mary and God. Aramis smiled, shifting his weight to cock a hip, sweeping a hand through his hair, smiling growing as he raked his eyes up to Porthos’s face and found him flushed.

“Evening,” Aramis said.

“Hi,” Porthos said, turning and twitching a shirt from somewhere, pulling it on. He came out ruffled and still blushing and it was still a very good look.

“Papa,” Hugo said, peering around Porthos to see into the flat. “Cat.”

“She’s called Beep,” Porthos said. “She’s pretty friendly, do you know how to pet a cat?”

“Yup,” Louis said, Hugo demonstrating his petting skills on thin air, trying to get by.

Porthos stood aside and Aramis’s lot thundered in, Beep sat there waiting, licking her paws, ignoring them. Rochelle shuffled over on her knees, Louis tiptoed, Hugo did his weeble-wobble thing, his gait tipping and rolling because he was excited. Aramis watched them crowd the cat and go still just within reach, holding their breaths as Rochelle reached slowly out for the first stroke, eldest child privilege. Beep purred and nudged her head into Rochelle’s touch and they all made happy noises.

“I’ve got a few toys,” Porthos said, waving Aramis in as well and shutting the door. There was a tiny vestibule, open to the livingroom/kitchen that was right there. Porthos got a box from a cupboard, and a small stack of board games, leaving them by the sofa. The children clocked the toys but were preoccupied with the cat for now. “Have a seat, I’ll get wine and things.”

Aramis looked at his kids. They’d been both loud and lovely today. He hesitated, then chose a seat in the kitchen, in sight of them, instead on the sofa right in the middle of them. Porthos smiled at him, at the sideboard, very close. He held up a plate with slices of cake and some biscuits on, asking permission.

“Sure, go ahead, they’ve had dinner. If you want cakeless carpet I can make them eat it at the table,” Aramis said.

“Nah, carpet’s had worse on,” Porthos said, heading out and into the livingroom. There was a little coffee table and the children scrambled for it when Porthos put the plate down, voices quiet with excitement.

Aramis’s seat was a stool, he was sat at the bar that came across to differentiate between the kitchen and livingroom. Porthos sat beside him, leaning to reach over a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Thanks for the invite,” Aramis said. “And for including them.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Porthos said, shrugging, pouring out the wine. “I hope you like this, it’s decent but not expensive.”

“I’m not fussy,” Aramis said.

“I am,” Porthos said. “No point in paying good money for shit wine. All money is good money.”

“Good point,” Aramis conceded.

There was a slightly awkward silence while Porthos gave him wine. They both turned to watch the children, Rochelle divvying up the snacks in a bossy older sibling sort of way. Aramis took a sip and relaxed. He hadn’t been sure Rochelle would settle with them. She’d been coming and going for years, she’d just sort of snuck in amongst the younger lot that were in and out, it hadn’t been very official until recently, and now it was forever, and Aramis had worried. But she seemed happy enough, and she still talked about and to her mum.

“You’re thoughtful,” Porthos said. “Long day?”

“Long week,” Aramis said. “But, no, not that. Just thinking. It’ll keep.”

“Oh, okay.”

“So, how long have you been here? I really did think maybe a hermit or a monk or something lived over here, I’ve never seen hide nor hair,” Armasis said, realising he was being a bad guest, brooding over his wine.

“Been a bit busy. Moved in almost a year ago, but I haven’t been around much,” Porthos said. “Things’ve changed, so here I am.”

“Where’s, um, you never said a name actually. Your little ‘Puff’,” Aramis said, grinning, he still thought that nickname was adorable.

“Grace. My friends’ kid,” Porthos said. “She comes and goes.”

“I know how that goes,” Aramis said, and Porthos gave him a little smile, raising his glass.

Another silence spread between them, this one a little more comfortable. Rochelle was into the box of toys, pulling everything out to examine, Louis and Hugo following her lead like she was the sun they orbited. It was good to have Louis home for a bit. Aramis sipped his wine and watched over his children, he and Porthos making conversation now and then. Though conversation never went anywhere, it was nice to spend time with an adult for once. Even stilted, awkward time.

Bit odd, that. Aramis had been sure they’d been flirting.

parts:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 [complete]

[wannabeabogwitch]

Fem!TWST Headcanons - KPop songs that suit them/what they listen to

TWST Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist?source=share

I know a lot of these are the same groups, but it's because I am biased. LOL Also, these songs are bangers, at least, imo and I just felt like some of them really fit the characters or they'd definitely listen to these songs. Some of them are there Japanese releases, just because I feel they'd fit too. I had a lot of fun with this! lol

Heartslabyul

Rina Rosehearts:

Wonderland - Alexa (It was a song for American Song contest, but Alexa is Kpop artist and not only is the song title fitting, but some of the lyrics too, referring to the rabbit hole and 'off with your head', at least in the English version, it's different in the Korean version, but still very fitting.)

Hear The Wind Sing - GFRIEND

Renaissance - WJSN/Cosmic Girls

Don't Look At Me Like That - Song Ji-eun

Queendom - Red Velvet

Trinity Clover:

Ice Cream Cake - Red Velvet

House of Cards - BTS

Awake - Jin (BTS)

Coffee - BTS

Wonderland - Dreamcatcher

Kate Diamond:

Noir - Sunmi (The song is about people being addicted to social media and doing anything for likes, so it's very fitting.)

The Feels - TWICE

Helicopter - CLC

PSY ft. SUGA (BTS) - That That

Mascara - XG

TGIF - XG

Alice Trappola:

So What - LOONA

Pierrot laughs at us - IU (cover) (Original is by Kim Wan-Sun. (The lyrics feel fitting. Like, behind this character, they might not be as happy or playful as they seem on the outside.)

FIRE - BTS (Troublemaker through and through)

Trap - Dreamcatcher

Lucky One - EXO

Eve, Psyche and The Bluebeard's Wife - LE SSERAFIM

Diane Spade:

Begin - Jungkook (BTS)

Growl - EXO

Can't Stop Me - TWICE

If You - Big Bang

Tomboy - (G)-Idle

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

Lion - (G)- Idle

PTT - LOONA

Who Dat B - Jessi

Uh Oh - (G) - Idle (I feel like the lyrics fit her, idk)

If I Ruled The World - BTS

Kitty Run - Alexa

Roxie Bucchi:

Hann - (G)- Idle

Cookie Jar - Red Velvet (Okay, it's one of their Japanese releases, but I'm gonna put it here anyway.)

Sahara - Dreamcatcher

Spine Breaker - BTS

Catch Me If You Can - Girls' Generation/SNSD

Jacqueline Howl:

Not Today - BTS

Wolf - EXO

Break The Wall - Dreamcatcher

Revolution - Alexa

Yes I am - Mamamoo

Octavinelle

Azula Ashengrotto:

Mermaid - United Cube

Disturbance - BoA (I just feel like she'd listen to this song for some reason)

Jazz Bar - Dreamcatcher

Piano Man - Mamamoo

Wind flower - Mamamoo

Ditto - New Jeans

Jade Leech:

Still With You - Jungkook (BTS)

Rain - BTS

Who am I - Weki Meki (I just feel like she'd listen to this song, idk)

Lo Siento - Super Junior, Leslie Grace and Play-N-Skillz

water color - Wheein

Florence Leech:

Why Not - LOONA

CRAZY - 4Minute

Fantastic Baby - Big Bang

No Dot - SuA (Dreamcatcher)

Monster - EXO

Scarabia

Kalima el-Asim:

Fancy - Twice

Dionysus - BTS

Happiness - Red Velvet

Hope World - J-Hope

Dazzle Dazzle - Weki Meki

Some Love - Dreamcatcher (The lyrics are very positive and I feel like it fits such a ray of sunshine!)

Jamillah Viper:

Shadow Play - Pink Fantasy

HATE - 4Minute

Red Sun - Dreamcatcher

Cypher Part 3: KIller - RM, SUGA and J-Hope (BTS) ft. Supreme Boi

Hello Bitches - CL

ICY - ITZY

Black Mamba - aespa

Impurities - LE SSERAFIM

Pomefiore

Viola Schoenheit:

Pose - Red Velvet

Vogue - Alexa

I'm a B - Hwasa

Woman - BoA

Snapping - Chungha

ME - CLC

Movie Star - MIJOO

Rochelle Hunt:

Love Shot - EXO (She's a Huntress and a total simp, so this song feels fitting somehow. lol)

BEcause - Dreamcatcher (She a stalker, so this song is quite fitting and I feel like if a character were likely to go yandere, it'd be her. lol)

Peekaboo - Red Velvet

Psycho - Red Velvet (She ain't actually psycho, but the song just sounds like something she'd listen to.)

I Like It Pt.2 - BTS (Another Japanese release)

Elise Felmier:

District 9 - Stray Kids

I Will Show You - Ailee

N.O - BTS

Apple - GFRIEND

Fairytail - Dreamcatcher

The Great Mermaid - LE SSERAFIM

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

Blue & Grey - BTS (For when she feels down)

Red Light - F(X)

In The Frozen - Dreamcatcher

Bomb - Alexa

BBoom BBoom - Momoland

Orthea Shroud:

Alien - Lee Suhyun (It's a bop and Idk, I feel like it just works somehow)

FINGERTIP - GFRIEND

Blue Bird - April

Diasomnia

Mallea Draconia:

Let Me In - Haseul (LOONA)

Fantasy - Pink Fantasy

Entrancing - Dreamcatcher (Siyeon solo)

MAMA - EXO-K

Full Moon - Dreamcatcher

Lillia Vanrouge:

Poison - Pink Fantasy

Tension - Dreamcatcher

Delight - Rolling Quartz

Lucifer - SHINee

Sins Of Society - DUOXINI (Okay, so this group is a thrash metal group, but they are still Korean and well, when I put Kpop, I meant other genres of music in Korea too.)

No Celestial - LE SSERAFIM

Sylvia:

Rainy Day - Dreamcatcher

Be Calm - Hwasa (Mamamoo)

Rain - Taeyeon

Fifth Season - Oh My Girl

Dreamcatcher - GFRIEND

Bicycle - RM

Serena Zigvolt:

(Had some trouble thinking of songs for this character.)

MAISON - Dreamcatcher

Kill This Love - Blackpink (It has that military-like sound and it feels pretty fitting)

Picky Picky - Weki Meki

Overdose - EXO

[demonic-charcuterie]

Van x logic rock! Reader

Back story: Van has abandonment issue.. all her humans will die someday but here’s the thing. You both are immortal and perfect for each other. So use logic and fuck each other!

Light smut!

Fem! Reader

You and Van meet at a party. She standing standing by Sarah when you “accidentally” bump into her while dancing. It ended being the two of you grinding.

And Van was happy. After to both wanted the same thing. To minimize pain and maximize pleasure. So you hit a smash and dash but you figured you should at least get her number before you part ways. After all you both work in the same business.

After that it was purely business….(SIKE BITCH I KNOW WHAT YOU HERE FOR)….by business I mean cunalingus in the closet, steamy make out on the bathroom counter, And scissoring in the break room. You kiss each other goodbye at lunched as you went to sit at different table. Walter and Rochelle quickly slid in next to Van and leaned in.

“Sooo you and y/n? What a pare.” Walter sang

“I dont know what you’re saying talking about.” Van stated picking at her salad.”

“Honey! You love each other I can tell. You two do not fuck and duck. You cuddle and have coffee dates and …did you go to y/n’s birthday party?”

“Yes but-“

“And she been texting about you like cray.”

OMG WALTER! Me and the rocky hottie just had a date at the bar!

I AM GONNA MARRY VAN

She is the love of my life. She’s so precious!

“Well that sucks. Cause that can’t happen.” Van stated

“W-well why not?”

“Becuase! Love chews up up and slits you hot plus it will suck when she break up cause I love her more than life!”

“We’ll statistically you are perfectly aligned!” Pete said coming out of nowhere.

“Oh god! Pete what the hell! And what are you talking about?”

“Well emotionally and physically you are perfect for each other and y/n has liked you since college. Once she got drunk and I had to drive her and we confessed her love for you before belting out No Scrubs by TLC”

You walked into your apartment as hung your coat up before walking into the kitchen where you were greeted with a surprise. Van and rose petals spread around your kitchen island. “Van? What is this.” You asked giggling.

“Well some certain love bugs and a rock managed to teach me a few. Such a at the fact that I love you and the fact that we are doomed to life forever and damned with suffering and that I’ll will get on my knees and beg to spend that suffering with you. Which is why I’m asking merge my clients list so we both be Sasha’s logic rocks so we can see each other everyday. And I also wanna marry and fuck you.”

“Wow…okay” you said still processing. “Clothes off.” You said and Van quickly obeyed as you both stripped down and the carried you to the couch. She press her cold lips down your neck all the way down to your stomach. She spread your folds with her fingers and collected your wetness before pressing two fingers into your perfect cunt. “Oh fuck I can’t wait to marry this pussy.” She whisper with shivers down her spine.

That’s it cause I’m lazy…

[what-if-nct]

Tagged by @karetahana Thank you for tagging me hon🌸🌸💕

Are you named after anyone??

Kind of so my mom named me something completely different but my Grandma changed my name when she came to get me from the hospital. My first name was originally Jasmine but my Grandma changed it to Joyce cause it sounded like my Grandpa's name George. My middle name is a disaster cause my aunt chose it, its horrible and i hate and i want to change it to Jasmine. I do think Joyce fits me as a first name better though

When is the last time you cried??

Monday, the usual no one has ever loved me and never will, im fine.

Do you have any kids??

No unless my stuffed animals count.

Do you use sarcasm a lot??

Not often, sometimes.

What’s the first thing you notice about people??

Their hair, it's the first thing my eyes go to especially if it's like a bright color or a cool style.

What’s your eye color??

Brown.

Scary movie or happy ending??

Happy Ending. I just want everything to be like a Barbie movie and it works out perfectly. I didn't like the craft's ending because Nancy, Rochelle and Bonnie Deserved better. Like they didn't even do anything wrong, they were no where too taken over by power.. In this power point I will explain how Sarah was the actual problem.

Any special talents??

I can touch my head with my foot, I can even easier touch my nose with my foot, does that count? Is that a talent.

Where were you born??

Florida

Do you have any hobbies??

I collect dolls and I sew. the amount of clothes I've taken apart and sew into completely different things. I turned a long sleeve top into a spaghetti strap top and im really proud of it. I just never wear long sleeve tops unless its off the shoulder and cause it had a velvet cheetah print heart that said Bratz and cheetah print neckline I couldn't so I changed it and was able to keep the neckline intact also had to take it in cause it was pretty big in the waist.

Do you have any pets??

Yes, I have a sister. She's a good pet and I love her.

What sports do you/have you played??

I was a cheerleader and also did dance through middle and high school. Random story no one asked for I only learned to do a split out of spite because the head cheerleader while the coach was out went down the line to ask who could do a split and skipped me cause I was the biggest cheerleader. But I am unnecessarily flexible so every night I practiced doing a split and it took me like a week to do it. And I heard some of the other cheerleaders say I was only on the team to be a base. First of all I was the only bitch there with rhythm and who was good a choreography because I was also in dance. Like Just because I'm fat it doesn't mean anything. One thing about me, being fat has never stopped me from doing anything. The way other people treated me for being fat hurt as a child and was the sole reason I fell into depression and self harm. But I stopped caring what other people think a long time ago, like fuck everyone who has a problem with fat people that has nothing to with us. Their just fucking little bitches. I may have went on a tangent there.

How tall are you??

Legally 5'7 but I can't accept it so in my mind 5'8. Yes, an inch matters, my whole life was a lie.

What was your favorite subject in school??

Art and Dance, in 12th grade I had like almost all electives beside English and math and I didn't have PE! Like it was the best thing ever.

Dream job??

Princess, but like in the sense where I can wear a tiara and go to balls and be pampered but with out all the rules.

I tag @theficblog @hopeticket @dibidibidismynameisleeknow @joonsbonsailurks @jjongolese @jonghyuns-husband @ncityinthebuilding @farraige25 @simply-elegantly-kai @tremendousmasculinity , @kumigrlrl you dont have to do it if you dont want to and I also tag anyone who wants to do it.

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Left 4 dead ponyville session 2 chapter 3½ the escape from the ruins of no mercy

~We left off when a new survivor came in, but wat else is gonna let find out, shall we~

Jamesy called out for movie till he heard some lurking. jamesy looked around the he slowed down his heart hmbeat to focus on the infected lurking it was a charger butvitcwas a different kind he didn't know till a hunter pounced on jamesy he blocked some of the bites and claws but was overwhelmed so she decided to call out hopefully someone hears him so he yelled with all his strength he had and called. Help me, someone anyone, jamesy felt his life fading fast. The only thing he hopes is that his friend movie is safe he heard some gun fires , and he passed out as jamesy pased out bill and blood came by but sara heard that blood was out there so her and movie ran for them movie was stabbing the infected with her horn then slicing them with her ninja swords jamesy?! No...... movie knew blood could save him blood. we needed to get jamesy in the safe's house over there. Blood knew that blood was kinda busy at the moment, so Bill and movie helped jamesy in the safe house movie called for sara blood move I'll cover you blood breathed fire burning the infected run blood yelled sara knew itvwas time to go so she ran for the safe house sara jumped in as blood jumped in bill closed the door barricaded itcas well

Feel hour went by of blood healing jamesy, but blood knew he won't turn he was immune blood stopped as he need a break his holy magic was draining from healing jamesy s-s-s-some one k-knock him out please velvet knock jamesy out guys rest I'll keep the first watch movie sara and blood rested the night velvet guarded both safe room doors morning came jamesy woke up healed he looked around confused and shocked till blood asked jamesy if he's ok jamesy replied with a yes till the others woke up good follow me jamesy blood and jamesy sneaked out to resupply on food Rochelle started calling out for blood and the others girl stop ellis said they'll find us the whole hospital is safe just gotta get the radio working and the no mercy sign on jamesy look out ellis and Rochelle heard blood fighting off infected then ellis and Rochelle ran out helping blood and jamesy back to the hospital ellis Rochelle you assholes the got the others but we need help blood? Jamesy? Blood turned back shit they must've started looking for us, jamesy, ready? Ellis, then stop both blood and jamesy. we need help with the radio and the sigh on, jamesy said he's good at Radios louis, who grabbed jamesy, showing him the radio. i tried everything, man, and still nothing, maybe the antenna and that on top of the roof where my group first defended. If you could fix it, let's go no time to waste. Yes, louis, no time to waste louis and jamesy started going to the roof, then they heard the word "tank they knew they didn't have long till more infected louis and jamesy crouched down looking around staying on guard sara movie hurry get in now movie carried sara in the hospital while the tank was right behind them but it was the pink tank and blood knew it was his daughter belle they stared each other down waiting till blood told the other to get to the roof then blood headbutted infected belle yelling RUN!!!!!! Don't look back. Blood closed the main door, barricaded them, and then started running movie healed sara with a med kit. Are you ok now, sara? Im fine. Thanks then, infected river came crashing through the walls roaring, then Francis hit infected river with a ninja sword. Remember me, ugly, you two go, i got Queen ugly sara movie started running then blood bolted through infected river dropping her blood you son of a bitch run you biker idiot run

Francis saw a huge horde of infected coming blood, and Francis ran for their lives to the roof jamesy. Any luck, brother?! Don't rush me damnit louis behind you, then DJ came by chopping a hunter head off. You got this, jamesy. The huge horde of infected stopped dead in its tracks they were all shocked that they stopped, then jamesy got the radio working, and then the fight continued to cover jamesy while he called for a chopper infected came left and right nonstop then four tanks appears one pink one blue and the rest normal blood knew the ruined hospital wouldn't be able to hold the weight till this hugs chopper came guys chopper now blood plused the infected away move now then oit of nowhere infected belle and river started to bite and claw at blood trying to infect him midnight went back to help her but got grabbed by movie midnight struggled to get free to save her dad daddy!!!! Midnight started crying, and then the pilot was taking off movie jumped on with midnight movie hugged midnight as she passed out from crying im sorry my dear

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Mod: Till chapter 4 im open for ideas too

[sheepkebby]

Completing Hard Rain on expert difficulty, day 2.

Today Ellis is dressed in random shirts that Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory wears, it changes every map.

Once again joined by my saint of a girlfriend Tabitha and our good friend Black. Buckle up bitches because this was a JOURNEY.

At the beginning, Black and I decided that we weren't going to take medkits. We'd prefer to leave them for the finale. It made the first map a little more painful, but we figured it'd be worth it in the long run.

After three attempts, Tabitha eventually made it to the first saferoom by herself. Black and I had died and were waiting in a respawn closet, but we told Tabitha to just make a run for it. We'd respawn in the saferoom anyway with half our health. Here's Tabitha doing a little victory dance.

This worked out for us! Now everybody was in the green, and there were two medkits spare in the saferoom for when we came back. We were feeling good.

Though the game decided to pull a silly on us and immediately put a tank outside the saferoom on our first attempt. Kinda rude, tbh.

Aside from that minor setback, we were determined to get through the sugar mill without dying 11 times like yesterday.

At some point Black and I were dead, Tabitha got boomed and incapped, and our Coach bot somehow managed to save her and they both lived?? Even though there were like 30 zombies?? Absolutely insane play.

Black said he clipped it, but I'm far too distracted by his absolutely insane mods to focus on the epic gameplay. Look at this nonsense. How does he play like this. This man is my hero. Yes those are TF2 engineers as commons, Rochelle is Marge Simpson, Coach is Michael Jordan, there are giant pumpkins for some reason, this is the world Black lives in.

Anyways, we still didn't make that attempt, but at least I got to see Black's mods.

While stalling in the saferoom Tabitha and I loaded a buncha bullet holes into my Nick spray. Nick did not look too happy about it. To be fair I would be pretty upset if I saw my friends shooting a picture of me too.

On another attempt, there was a witch in our way, and I was on the verge of death. Black told me to startle the witch, and the gang will save me from the nearest respawn closet, so that's what I did. Something was... wrong, though. I think a common killed me before the witch could, because she just stood over my corpse screaming and wouldn't move. Normally when a witch kills a survivor she'll run away crying, but she just stood over me asserting DOMINANCE.

Either way, my teammates managed to run past her while she was distracted with my corpse. They made it to the respawn closet, opened it up, and all of a sudden... We got the notification that I had startled the witch, EVEN THOUGH WE WERE NOWHERE NEAR HER AT THIS POINT.

What I think happened was, since a common killed me before the witch could, she glitched out somehow. She remained aggro'd on me and just stood there because she wanted to kill me but I was already dead. Then, when I respawned, she automatically made a beeline for where I was with a thirst for vengeance. Boy howdy did she get that vengeance.

My teammates tried desperately to kill her before she could reach me, but my fate was sealed. I died mere seconds after respawning.

ANYWAYS.

After about 6 deaths, we were in pain, but we had FIRE IN OUR SOULS. We made it back up to the elevator, and we had a strategy.

So, camping right next to the elevator is a bad strategy. There are four different spots the zombies can come from. Crawling up the outside wall, crawling up the inner walls, running from the left hallway, and running from the right hallway. It's super easy to get surrounded there, so we decided to try somewhere else.

We hunkered down in the corner of the hallway to the left with our backs against the wall. That way there were only two alleys the zombies could come from. We just had to work together to shoot down both hallways, which was pretty simple.

At one point the zombies got to be a little too much to handle, especially after our idiot bot died. I attempted to throw the pipe bomb I had, but I got incapped before throwing it. I assumed we were doomed.

Just then, I heard Black REVVING UP A CHAINSAW.

AND WITH THAT CHAINSAW HE DEALT WITH EVERY FUCKING ZOMBIE AND MANAGED TO REVIVE ME AND TABITHA.

AND THEN, WITH ALL THE STRENGTH WE HAD LEFT, WE MADE IT TO THE ELEVATOR.

We were all on the verge of death. Coach was waiting in a respawn closet at the bottom of the elevator. Tabitha and I both had adrenaline. I STILL HAD MY PIPE BOMB. We were basically crying in that elevator praying to every god in existence.

The elevator opened. Tabitha and I took our adrenaline and rescued Coach. We booked it through the cane field. In the middle of my run I blindly threw my pipe bomb into the sky, like a flare in the night. Somewhere behind me I heard Tabitha get pummeled to death. I heard black startle a witch. I heard Coach get pounced. I kept running.

AND I MADE IT TO THE GAS STATION.

AND THEN, FINALLY, WE HAD CONQUERED THE SUGAR MILL.

Lemme just say, 6 deaths is a lot less painful than 11 deaths! THAT'S EXPERT GAMING BABY ❗❗❗

And to inflate our egos even more, we made it past the next map on our FIRST ATTEMPT. We stuck to the high ground of the sugar mill, barely any zombies got in our way, the tank we encountered was a piece of cake, and we were feeling good.

Now we had to run back through town in the rain, which was a bit more difficult. Mostly because we had some unfortunate tank and witch spawns. Aside from that, though, it was a relatively simple process. Just stick to the high ground and run like hell. We made it to the last saferoom on our fourth attempt I believe.

Now it was finale time, baby. And to everyone who said the finale was the easiest part? You were right. We only died once because Coach decided to sabotage us and die immediately. On our second attempt though, we danced the tanks around the restaurant like bastardly little mice being chased by the dumbest cat alive. Motherfucker was climbing up and down to try and get us, but we were always slightly out of reach. We were laughing the whole time.

Then, we heard Virgil honk on the horizon. We bolted to the pier. Tabitha and I both had pipe bombs to throw. We begged and pleaded for Virgil to hurry up. Then, after using Coach as a sacrifice,

WE FUCKING MADE IT.

HARD RAIN? MORE LIKE FUCKING EASY BABY RAIN.

Seriously though, that was rough. The sugar mill was definitely the most difficult part. After that though it was smoooooth sailing. And honestly? I had fun! This challenge takes a lot of energy but honestly it's such a fun torture to experience with your friends.

Next up is The Parish, and we're coming for that fucking bridge. I'll get this achievement if it's the LAST THING I DO.

(Edit) We've completed:

Dead Center | Dark Carnival | Swamp Fever | The Parish

Completing Hard Rain on expert difficulty

I don't even have a witty tagline for this one, this was just terrible

Day 1.

Once again joined by Tabitha, most god gamer alive. Today Ellis is wearing an outfit called 'Neon Slasher'. No idea what it is but it looks dope as hell.

So the first map wasn't so bad, that's how it usually goes with this challenge. We only died once, but we had used up quite a few health kits. By the time we got to the saferoom we were all out. So uh, yeah we didn't have a lot of supplies going into the next map.

Still, we tried our best! On maybe our second or third attempt, I got a message from our very good friend Black who asked if he could play too. Hell, why not? A third human survivor oughta increase our odds, right?

Well, not under these circumstances.

Y'know how I told you we used up all our medkits before getting to this saferoom? Yeah, we really needed those. We decided pretty quickly that we should just restart the campaign from the beginning and try to save as much resources as possible.

Luckily, we did just that! We got to the saferoom again without dying and we had three health kits to spare!

Now came the real challenge. We had the supplies. We had the audacity. All we needed to do was get through the sugar mill, and the rest of the campaign would be smooth sailing... Hopefully.

Let me tell you man, it was rough. I don't know how many witches we startled but I do know that I'll have that terrifying choir music ringing in my ears forever. I think avoiding the witches is the most difficult part of this entire campaign, if not this entire expert challange.

It was nice to cuddle my homies in a corner in terror as the witch killed the bot, though. Love canoodling with my homies.

On one attempt, I threw a Molotov at a tank right when Tabitha got incapped. So... yeah, she burnt to death. My bad. I immediately got my karma though, as a smoker dragged me into my own fire. I didn't get a screenshot of it, but here's an artistic recreation of the scene.

At some point, Black threw a pipe bomb and it blew up almost this entire shed. Like, it's just a skeleton now. I don't know why but that was for some reason really funny to me. Look at it. He turned it into a gazebo.

On another attempt, I had accidentally friendly fired at Tabitha, incapping her. I then immediately friendly fired at Black after that, incapping him as well. I also somehow managed to startle a witch in the process. This all happened within the span of a few seconds. I don't know how I managed to fuck up this badly. I really don't. I swear to god I'm usually much better than this.

I didn't even fight the witch that was running towards me. I accepted my fate. This was my punishment for what I had done.

I swear not every death was my fault, we all had our fair share of fuckups. I just had to bring up my blunders because even though it was painful it was also kinda hilarious.

Thank god there's like 8 respawn closets on this map. Like, there was one around literally every corner. I've got no idea how many times we had to rescue each other, but I know we had at least one or two revivals per attempt.

At least whenever I died I got to look at Nick's amazing outfit. The pink and yellow glasses are really a serve. Absolute fashion king over here.

Sadly, after about 15 deaths, we had to call it for the night.

We managed to get to the bottom of the elevator once, but I died juuuust across the street from the gas station. Maybe if I had an adrenaline or a bit more health I could've made it. At least we know it's possible! If we can do it once, we can do it again.

We're all pretty certain the sugar mill is the most difficult part of the campaign, no way the run back or the finale would be more cruel than this.

I'll look up some strategies from other players who've attempted this, and we'll try again tomorrow. Stay tuned for part 2!

In the meantime, look at my spray. I completely forgot I had it LMAO

[lolathepeacocklord]

Ellis is simping again, shame on him. He's failed us rn.

you getting a HIGH effort answer right here-

[moononastring]

Spirit Meets the Bones XVIII

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Lucien stood across from his brother in the open field behind his house, Elain’s garden a beautiful backdrop behind them as he waved his hands towards Eris. 

“Care to explain what the hell that was about?” Lucien asked, bewildered.

Eris only snarled and paced past his brother. He needed an outlet, not questions. He needed a moment because he was making a downright fool of himself.

“What is the matter with you?” Lucien demanded brows raised high as Eris paused and glared at him.

“I need to hit something.” he spat and resumed his pacing as Lucien eyed him in confusion. 

“Excuse me?”

Eris paused his frantic pacing then squinted at his brother. “You. Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes. I am your older brother, you are obligated to listen to me.”

“The only thing I am obligated to do is mildly tolerate you.” Lucien replied with a snort. “Which I’m barely doing as it is. I am not going to be your punching bag because you won’t deal with whatever it is you’re feeling.”

Eris narrowed his eyes, hands twitching at his sides. Never mind there was dried blood on one. The hand that Iris had wanted — he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

Fucking ridiculous.

“Fine.” Eris said and squared his shoulders. “I will allow you to punch me first so then I can hit you after.”

Lucien rolled his eyes. “No. Elain said no fighting before you came. I know you’re used to your wife being mad at you but I can’t sleep if Elain’s upset with me.”

Eris immediately tensed. “Don’t talk about my wife.”

Lucien blinked then slowly grinned. “Oh.” he said. “I see.”

“See what?” Eris snapped.

Lucien’s grin widened and he rubbed his hands together. “Gods, I’ve been waiting for this moment.” he cackled. “You’re being such a little bitch right now, I knew this would happen.”

Eris growled then slid a hand down his face, before his hands clenched into fists. “Oh fuck right off, alright?” he snarled. “Don’t say a word.”

“A word about what? Your wife?”

“Lucien.” he snarled in warning. 

“All I said were the words ‘your wife’. I haven’t actually said anything about Iris.” Lucien said calmly, watching his brother and mustering the most innocent of expressions. 

“Lucien.”

Lucien’s lips twitched and he held up his hands as he waited silently. 

After a few tense moments, Eris finally mumbled, “We had a moment.” 

“Didyou now?” Lucien asked in an amused tone that Eris did not appreciate.

“We had a moment and —,”  he grumbled quietly then sighed and ran a hand through his hair once more. “We would’ve had another moment if you hadn’t interrupted — we had a moment and — and things happened.”

Lucien blinked and slowly put a hand on Eris’s shoulder with a look that had Eris immediately regretting ever opening his mouth.

“Brother dearest,” Lucien began in a sympathetic tone that was as fake as it gets. “Has it been that long since you’ve had an erection that you forgot what it feels like?”

Eris snarled and finally swung at his brother but Lucien ducked with a laugh. 

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” he said and Eris settled for shoving him with a glare then resumed his pacing. “This is serious then.”

“This is very serious.”

“I see.” Lucien said and held out his hands again. “I’m sorry. I won’t make fun. Just talk to me.”

Eris scowled, warily watching his brother then resumed his silent pacing.

After a few moments, Lucien sighed. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what the issue is, Eris.”

It took Eris a few more moments of silent pacing before he finally ran his fingers through his hair again, took a deep breath then sighed. “Aside from my erection,”  he said with a glare at his brother. “It — something — it has never felt like that before.”

Lucien nodded knowingly. “That’s because you like her.” 

“I have liked other females!”

“Yes, but as we’ve said before, you like her and she’s your wife. It’s different.”

Eris rolled his eyes up to the sky then huffed, pacing once more. Lucien had no idea just how different this was. 

But did he tell Lucien? He hadn’t discussed it with Iris yet —  he wasn’t even sure if she knew.  Had she picked up on it or was this another thing he was shoving at her? She’d already been forced to marry him. How would she take it if she knew he was her mate? Knowing how he was. Who he was. He had told her once that he wouldn’t shackle her with him if she wanted out but…would he still be able to let her go if that was what she truly wanted? When she was his and he was hers in a way that trumped everything else? 

He glanced at Lucien who stood with his arms crossed, calmly watching him. Though Eris was annoyed by the mild amusement on his brother’s face, it gave him pause. If there was anyone who had been hit on the head with a mate, it had been his brother. Lucien would understand.

Eris grimaced, letting it fall silent for a few minutes as Lucien watched him. When he finally opened his mouth to speak, the sound of laughter stopped him and the brothers turned to glance at their wives strolling towards the garden. He watched as Iris walked with Elain, smiling, and he had a very strong urge to stab himself.  

“In all honesty, I never thought this would happen.” he finally said, turning back to Lucien with a frown. “I never thought anyone would be…enough to be what she is to me right now.”

Lucien shook his head with a snort. “You are so fucken full of yourself.” he replied and pointed. “Iris is a much nicer person than you are.”

Eris snorted. “You say that but you haven’t heard the way she threatens me.”

“Do you deserve those threats?”

Eris pursed his lips, trying not to think of the strangest sense of delight he felt whenever she did point a blade at him. “Not always.”

Lucien gave him a knowing look. “You definitely deserved them,” he confirmed then shook his head. “Despite this arrogant and very stupid belief of yours, you aren’t above everyone else, Eris.”

“That’s not — I meant that I would be enough to have something like this happen.” he seethed and Lucien quirked a brow. 

“Marriage was bound to happen,” Lucien replied mildly. “You knew this was coming at some point.”

“Okay, but I didn’t ask for this.” Eris hissed, pointing towards the gardens where his — his whatever walked. “Do you know how much harder this will make everything? How much worse?”

This seemed to finally get Lucien to sober up, his expression turning serious. “What do you mean?”

And it was as Eris stared at Lucien, the weight of his discovery today fell on him like a ton of bricks and his expression fell. 

If his father found out…she lived inside the court with him. In very close proximity to the High Lord. Eris swallowed. Their situation was far from ideal and it was taking everything in him to make it work. To keep it easy. To keep Iris safe. His father would wield the mating bond against him in ways Eris couldn’t even begin to imagine. It could go very badly.

“Eris?”

Eris glanced at his brother and slowly moved, until he stood directly in front of him, his expression lethally calm.

“I need to know what I tell you will not be told to a soul. Elain is the only exception and only when I give you permission.” he commanded and Lucien’s brows furrowed. 

“Okay.”

“No one, Lucien.”

“You have my word.”

Eris swallowed and assessed his brother. He never would’ve dreamed of this moment. 

“If I ever need to send Iris to you, tell me she will be safe here.” he said quietly. “Promise me that she will not be in harm's way.”

Lucien tilted his head, turning to briefly glance towards the gardens once more, where Elain and Iris were whispering together, giggling at something they couldn’t hear. “Your wife will always have a place here, Eris. Why?” he asked and Eris licked his lips, bracing himself to say the words that hadn’t left his mouth yet.

His head turned, finding Iris seated among the flowers. It took him a moment but finally, after a breath, he whispered, “She’s my mate.” 

Eris felt Lucien stiffen and turned to find his brother blinking rapidly. A beat of silence passed then his brother spoke.

“Fuck.”

“I know.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“That...shit.”

“You’re only verbalizing what’s been going on in my head since I found out.” Eris said and watched Lucien’s expression shift from shock to amusement.

“When did you find out?”

“Five minutes before you ungraciously interrupted us.”

Lucien went silent for a few moments as Eris stood tensely across from him, then shook his head and huffed out a laugh. “Wait — wait. I’m sorry.” he began then let out another laugh. “You.”

Eris immediately scowled. “Yes?”

“You — you, who had refused to marry for so long.” Lucien started and Eris’s scowl deepened. 

“And?”

“You literally threw a tantrum when fa — your father told you to get married.”

Eris rolled his eyes. “I didn’t throw a tantrum.” he grumbled and Lucien let out another laugh.

“You sat in my kitchen and blacked out from drinking.”

Eris waved a hand with a growl. “Your point?”

“Mister ‘I don’t want a wife, no female is good enough for me’,” Lucien continued with a grin. “You, who won’t even admit to liking his dogs enough —”

“— I don’t see the point of what you’re saying —”

Lucien gave his brother an incredulous look that Eris did not appreciate. “Do you realize how emotionally constipated you are? How emotionally constipated you’ve always been?” Lucien said and finally, let out a loud laugh. “Oh gods. This is amazing.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Eris snarled. “This is serious.”

“Oh my gods. You have so many feelings you don’t even know what to do with yourself.” Lucien went on with a cackle. “You barely had it together when she was just your wife!”

“I know!” Eris snapped and waved a hand. “Do you see my problem now?!”

“Oh…oh I see.” Lucien said and at the murderous look in Eris’s eyes, said nothing else, his lips only twitching. 

Eris said nothing as well, seething at Lucien’s reaction.

“This is not funny.” he said forcefully. “I am constantly thinking about throwing myself off the highest building. Now I definitely want to.”

“Oh, I bet.” Lucien replied with a wide grin. “This is fucken hilarious. She touched your thigh and you broke a glass. It’s all over my floor.”

“Lucien.” Eris snarled and Lucien finally held his hands up, clearing his throat.

“Right. I’m sorry.” his brother said. “I had to get that out of my system.”

Eris only glared at him and watched Lucien’s lips twitch. 

“You’re the fucken worst.” Eris finally mumbled and Lucien let out a low chuckle.

“Yet, you told me first.” he replied smugly and Eris rolled his eyes. “Besides, this calmed you down without resorting to violence.”

Eris blinked. This asshole.

“Violence is still very much on the table.” Eris grumbled and hated to admit that maybe, just maybe, Lucien was right. He was somewhat…less on edge. Maybe. Slightly. 

The corner of Lucien’s mouth ticked up. “Overwhelming, isn’t it?”

“I want to kill myself.” 

“You’re so dramatic, dear gods.” his brother said and Eris scowled when Lucien shoved his shoulder gently. “Listen closely — pay attention to what I’m going to say to you.”

Eris grimaced as Lucien placed both hands on his shoulders and met his gaze. “I’m uncomfortable.”

“I said listen and shut the fuck up.”

“That is rude.”

“You love the sound of your own voice and I personally hate it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Thank you.” Lucien said and patted Eris’s shoulder aggressively. “Now listen. This is a good thing.”

“No, it’s not.” Eris said immediately. “This is terrible. I already care too much. This is so much worse.” 

“It is not. Iris is good for you and you are good for her.”  Lucien said calmly. “I’ve watched how you’ve changed since she came into your life. You had no joy until she showed up and it’s made a difference in you.”

“I also have a lot more stress.” he muttered and Lucien chuckled.

“That’s because you’re an idiot.” Lucien said and Eris resisted the urge to flip him off as he continued. “You’ve needed something real like this for as long as I’ve known you and this is as real as it gets.”

“But —”

“She challenges you and settles you all at once.” his brother said and Eris swallowed. “She is your person and she is real. This is real.”

Eris grimaced again and looked away from his brother towards the garden again, where his wife — his mate was. “My father will make this so much worse.”

Lucien stepped back and gave Eris a look. “Are you going to let him?” he asked and Eris snapped his gaze to his brother, hot anger flaring in his chest and before he could control himself, his fire erupted around him, every part of him aflame.  “I will kill him if he so much as looks at her wrong.” his words were guttural, so angry he could barely get the words out. “I will skin him alive. I will make up for everything he has ever done to me and mother if he so much as —”

Lucien held up a hand with a small smile. “Exactly. So calm down.” he said gently. “She’s safe with you.” 

Eris blinked, the fire around him dampening and he let out a breath, running a hand through his hair as flame licked his skin. He shook his head and began his pacing once more. “Is that enough? I don’t — I won’t put anything past him if he finds out. I’ve seen what he does to people. I know what he does.”

“Then he doesn’t find out.” Lucien said firmly. “I assume your other brothers have had zero interaction with her?”

Eris waved a hand. “They have asked but I haven’t allowed it. You know how they are. They stay out of my way until needed.” he said. “But father…”

Lucien nodded then shrugged. “What is going to give it away? Your scents? You’re married, no one will think twice.”

“He already knows I like her too much.” 

“You’re good at pretending. So is Iris from what you’ve told me.” Lucien said and gave him a pointed look. “Keep pretending until you don’t have to.”

Eris nodded slowly even though this type of pretending would be excruciatingly different to anything else he had to do before. He ran his tongue over his teeth and took a deep breath, his fire disappearing. He hesitated for a heartbeat then said, “She doesn’t know.”

Lucien froze, his eyes widening. “What?”

Eris swallowed then shook his head. “I don’t think she knows. I — we — I haven’t asked her yet.” 

Lucien shook his head, shoving Eris away from him, and pointed sternly. “You shouldn’t have told me until you told her.”

“You pulled me aside and asked me what was wrong.” Eris snarled. “This — this is what’s wrong.”

Lucien’s lips thinned. “Eris —”

“I don’t know what to do or — or how to behave.” he swore. “I didn’t ask for this and she sure as shit didn’t either.”

“That’s the funny thing about mates…neither of you really ask for it.” Lucien said gently and Eris groaned.

“And what if she doesn’t want this?” Eris asked, trying and failing to hide the hint of desperation in his tone. What if she doesn’t want me that way?  “What then?”

Lucien’s expression softened and he nudged Eris. “I think you’ll find that being married helps ease that concern.” he said calmly. “You’ve managed to figure things out so far. You just need to tell her and go from there.”

Eris grunted and shook his head. “This is more than she bargained for. She’s barely begun to like me.”

Lucien rolled his eyes. “From my perspective, a person who has only seen you two interact with each other for a few hours, I don’t think you should be as concerned as you are right now.” he said. “Just talk to her. And tell her you told me.”

Telling her would be fine. He would tell her. Of course he would. But…they couldn’t — shouldn’t tell anyone else.

It would be fine. This was just an overwhelming moment. It would be fine.

He sighed and for once, just this once, let his true feelings spill from his lips. “I’m so fucken tired of pretending.” He rubbed his face and said through gritted teeth. “I can’t — I can’t even be happy about this. All I am is stressed. I’m exhausted.”

Lucien’s mouth tightened into a thin line. “I know.” he said quietly.

He shook his head and let it fall back, his gaze at the open sky. “I’ve been on the edge for so long.” he said quietly. “Her father came for a visit today and I beat the living shit out of him. I would’ve killed him had Iris not stopped me.”

“Did he deserve it?” Lucien asked and Eris glanced at his brother, at the hard gaze full of understanding. Eris didn’t have to explain what kind of creature Iris’s father was. 

“More than.” he replied. “But I haven’t lost control in so long…I suppose it makes sense given what I know now.”

“Do you think your father will have a problem with it?” 

Eris shrugged. “We’ll have to see when I get back, won’t we.”

“Eris…” Lucien started but Eris shook his head and it fell silent between them.

He closed his eyes and thought of anything but his father. He thought of his mother finding her spark again. He thought of his hounds. He thought of the brother standing next to him and his sister-in-law who cared for him. Most importantly, he thought of his wife and the way she trusted him. How she smiled for him and what that smile did to him. 

Even if he didn’t deserve an ounce of happiness, he was allowed a moment. A day to be happy with his wife. To guard his little secret as close to his shredded heart as much as he could.

“I won’t let him find out.” He swore quietly, straightening.

“No, you won’t.”

Eris licked his lips, his gaze falling back to the house. “And if he does?”

“Then maybe it’s time the Autumn Court finally gets a new high lord.” Lucien said simply, his gaze hardening. “It’s been long overdue.”

Eris gazed at his brother carefully. “That is easier said than done.” he said then looked away, with a shake of his head. “Besides, you know that move is not mine.”

Lucien shrugged. “When the time comes, it doesn’t matter who makes the move. It matters that it’s done. You owe him a taste.”

Eris closed his eyes, trying not to let the image of his sword lodged in his father’s throat linger for too long. After a quiet moment, he asked, “Until then?” 

“My home will always be a safe space for Iris and you.” Lucien said gently. “You know Beron would never dare come here.”

Eris swallowed and nodded again. It would be fine. It wouldn’t need to come to this but a plan never hurt.

Lucien gave Eris one more look then turned to face his home, his eyes on the distant figures of his wife and sister-in-law. “Things will be fine.” his brother said calmly. “You have me. I’m here.”

“Albeit unwillingly?” Eris said, the corner of his mouth lifting, and Lucien chuckled.

“Obviously. I can’t stand you.” 

Eris rolled his eyes and turned his gaze to where Lucien looked. They were too far to see clearly but Eris…he felt Iris. He felt a tug of joy at his ribcage. That would certainly take getting used to.

Then again he had always felt that pull towards her. Now, he knew what it meant. 

Lucien slid his hands in his pockets with a small smile and said, “Elain says your wife is amazing and she’ll rip your throat out if you upset her.”

Eris snorted. “She’ll rip my throat out herself, no worries.” 

“She also said we should come back.” Lucien added and spared Eris one more knowing glance. “Will you be able to handle yourself or should I expect more shattered glass on my floor?”

Eris shot his brother a dirty look and refused to feel embarrassed. He would not flush. “Fuck off.”

Lucien only chuckled. 

~

Iris looked up as she sensed Eris approaching. Her gaze had found him constantly as she and Elain explored outside; it was like a thread being pulled. She couldn’t help herself. She almost felt guilty about it but then she noted the anger radiating off him. The way his fire had erupted around him again and it made her nervous. She wasn’t sure if she was the cause. 

She wasn’t sure how to feel at the moment.  Excited? Overwhelmed? Nervous? Today had certainly been a lot but — but he seemed fine before they came here. She pursed her lips and then let her gaze fall back to the sweet little bunny in her lap that had twitched when her petting had stopped. She gave it a small smile, hugging it closer to her, and looked up once more to watch him walk closer.

Iris teased him with Lucien and while Lucien was handsome in his own right, Eris…she absolutely hated how embarrassed she felt to even admit it to herself but my, oh my, did Eris look handsome beneath the bright sunlight. Her husband’s stupid confidence alone made her want to — 

“You are staring awfully hard.”

Iris blinked, her focus still on Eris, sliding down to his hand where the simple gold ring glinted there. She had never given any mind to their wedding bands. Only really wore her own gold band because that was what they were supposed to do but — but the weight of it definitely felt different on her finger now.

“Hm?” she finally replied, tilting her head towards Elain with her eyes still on her husband. 

Elain’s giggle filled the open space as her sister-in-law said, “I daresay, I hope the two of you wait until Lucien and I are inside at least.”

Iris blinked again, hearing what Elain said, and flushed deeply. “I beg your pardon?”

“The grass can add a nice touch to the sensation.”

Iris whirled to glance at her sister-in-law in shock, which only made Elain laugh.

“I’m teasing!”

“Sure sounds like you’re speaking from experience.” Iris muttered and tried not to think about what laying in an open field with Eris would feel like. She didn’t need the image of his body over hers, touching her in ways she hadn’t been touched before. She didn’t need to think about his wretched mouth and how it would feel all over her skin. Iris wondered how it would feel to have him on his back and do all the things she’d only heard about through whispers. Her body heated as she tried very hard not to think about it. Eris would be so smug about it if he found out.

She squinted at the sly smile that bloomed on Elain’s face.

“Indeed.” Elain replied and was silent for a moment before that sly smile turned into a grin and Iris already knew whatever she said would be something she wasn’t ready for. “Did you ever hear the saying that not only do the Autumn Court males have fire in their blood but, they —” Elain lowered her voice and choked out with a giggle, “fuck — like it too?”

“No.” Iris choked out, flushing from head to toe. This conversation had taken a turn she was not prepared for. She did not want to start thinking about Eris and what fucking him would be like. She did not want to think about that at all. “Where did you even hear such a thing?”

“My sister Feyre mentioned it once.” Elain said, feeding her little bunny then met Iris’s gaze with a grin, even while blushing. “I’ve tested that theory. It is very true.”

Iris shot up, clutching the bunny in her arms tighter, her face heated. “Elain.” 

Her sister-in-law only laughed harder and Iris wanted to throttle her. It took Elain a good minute to stop laughing at Iris’s expression when she finally said, “I never used to be like this. I was too proper of a lady to ever bring up such subjects.”

“Clearly something traumatic happened.” Iris said dryly. 

“Oh yes,” she replied with a smile. “I met Lucien.”

“Traumatic indeed.”

“What’s traumatic?” Lucien asked as the brothers finally stopped before them. 

“Meeting you.” Elain replied brightly and Lucien blinked then rolled his eyes.

“Ah, yes. So traumatic for you.” he said dully, waving an arm to their beautiful surroundings as both girls laughed.

“Can’t say the day I met your brother wasn’t also traumatic.” Iris said, shooting her husband a look, her stupid heart skipping a beat when he met her gaze.

“Funny you should say that when I was the one who had a chair thrown at him.” Eris said with a snort, his eyes locked on her and Iris could feel the way he cataloged every detail about her.

Iris rolled her eyes, her cheeks blushing lightly, and looked at Elain. “He’s never going to let that go.”

“Threatened with my own dagger.” Eris continued conversationally.

“It slipped into my hand honestly.” she said with a shrug and look full of innocence to Lucien who grinned.

“Something about these Autumn Court boys.” Elain added, gesturing towards the brothers and glancing at Iris. “It screams emotional instability.” 

“I personally feel like we should be financially compensated for these unions.” Iris teased and Eris narrowed his gaze on her.

“Wife.”

She couldn’t help laughing again at his indignant tone. “Husband?”

He rolled his eyes but Iris didn’t miss the way the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. Her eyes flickered down to the bunny still in her hands then back up to him before casually taking a step toward him as Eris took a step towards her but Lucien cleared his throat, and they both froze in place.

“Elain, my love?” Lucien said, his lips twitching as he looked at his wife and he held out his arm. “We should get the table ready, no?”

Elain blinked then jumped right up, taking her husband’s arm. “Oh, yes. We definitely should,” she said quickly then grinned at Eris and Iris. “We don’t want you two to starve!”

“Oh.” Iris said, glancing once at Eris — she couldn’t help it really — before turning to smile at Elain. “Let me help you.”

“No!” Their hosts replied quickly and Iris blinked.

“That’s what I’m here for.” Lucien said with a charming smile he directed at Elain, who preened at his attention and then glanced back at Iris. “Please, enjoy the gardens for a little longer.” 

“We’ll let you know when it’s ready!” Elain called and promptly dragged Lucien inside, her giggle barely contained. 

Iris flushed and tried not to laugh at the way the two scrambled inside. A chuckle escaped nonetheless. “Your brother and his wife aren’t known for being subtle, are they?” she said and turned to finally face him once more.

“Not when it comes to me, at least.” Eris grumbled but it was with no heat as he let his gaze flicker to his wife. 

Iris seemed to hesitate, gauging the distance between them, and after a breath of silence, she lowered herself to release the bunny from her arms and then stood slowly. She slid over to Eris’s side and hovered close enough without touching.

“Are you alright? I saw fire.” she asked quietly. “I — I wanted to check on you but Elain said you would be fine talking to Lucien.” 

He nodded with a small smile. “I’m alright.” he said, rubbing the tip of his ear. “Are you – are you alright?”

Iris chuckled, shifting on her feet. “I’m fine. I was spending time with the bunnies.” she said, gesturing to the small animals around them.

“I can see that.” Eris said and Iris felt her cheeks heat under the weight of his gaze. The world had suddenly shifted into a pleasant quietness and she couldn’t seem to find the right words to say.  

Iris only had eyes for her husband and Eris only had eyes for her.

After another beat of silence, she curled a strand of hair behind her ear and said, “Did — did you and Lucien enjoy your chat?”

“Surprisingly, we didn’t punch each other.” he replied with a small smile. “But I really wanted to.”

Iris rolled her eyes. “You love him so much.”

“Incorrect.”

“So much.”

“That is extremely inaccurate.”

Iris shot him a look that had his lips twitching but she only shook her head again and glanced at him, at the few inches between them. It wasn’t — she wasn’t feeling awkward. She suddenly and annoyingly felt shy. She let it fall silent for another moment then held out her hand. “Let me see your hand.” she asked softly, the need to touch him hitting her like a bag of bricks.

“It already healed.” he mumbled but still, placed his hand in hers. “I’m fine. I just — needed a moment.”

Iris inspected his hand quietly and Eris tried not to listen to how rapidly her heart was beating. He watched her face as she ran her thumb across his palm and willed himself not to shudder. 

“It’s healed fine but you need to get it cleaned up.” she said softly and glanced up at him as he peered down at her and stepped closer. “That’s the second time today you’ve hurt your hands.”

“A typical day in the life.” he said and Iris gave him a pointed look.

“You had me worried about you when you stormed out.”

He gave her another small smile. “Someone might think you actually like me with the way you’re worried about me.”

Her lips twitched. “I barely tolerate you.”

“Why, thank you, wife. I barely tolerate you as well.”

They shared another glance and Eris couldn’t help himself as he gazed at her beautiful face with the shy smile, at her bright hazel eyes — couldn’t help himself because he had to, simply had to kiss her. His gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips then back to her eyes again.

Licking his lips, he started to say, “I need to —”

Without waiting for him to finish, Iris cut him off with a whisper of “Yes.” 

She reached for him as he reached for her and Eris wrapped his arms around her waist as Iris fell into his embrace, his lips meeting hers as he pulled her firmly into him.

He kissed her and poured every emotion that vibrated through his body into her, delight flaring in him as Iris sank into him with a little whimper, her hands wrapping around him. Eris teased her with a gentle bite to her bottom lip and when she opened for him, his tongue dived in for a taste of her. He kissed and caressed and savored her mouth with his, willing himself not to tremble. Only when he felt her melt into him completely did Eris release her with a groan, resting his face on her shoulder.

Iris shuddered in his arms, a hand hesitantly sliding up his back. “Eris.” she whispered in his ear. “Terrible timing.”

“The absolute worst.” he agreed with a mumble, then lifted his head to bring his mouth against hers again, seizing her lips once more. 

Iris let him, fighting back a smile and failing, chuckling against his lips as he tasted her. The chuckle quickly turned into another whimper as he kissed her hard, her heart fluttering wildly and nothing could really prepare her for how badly she needed to have Eris near her, the one person she had never planned to even acknowledge. 

When Eris finally pulled back again, simply to glance at her, she let a moment of silence pass between them, watching the blaze in his eyes, and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning up and gently pecking his lips in return. She kissed him once, then twice, then a third time, sensing his growing delight.

“Well. Thank you, wife.” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk when she flushed, even with the rapid beating in his chest. “I’m glad you’re enjoying what I have to offer.”

Iris shifted against him, her hands now smoothing his tunic and she avoided his eyes. “It’s barely anything. Don’t be too flattered.”

He chuckled then took a breath and stepped back, holding out a hand and Iris didn’t hesitate to intertwine her fingers with his, meeting his eyes once more. 

“Earlier…” she began and met his gaze. “I thought you were upset with me. With the way you reacted.”

Eris grimaced. “It’s not — you did nothing wrong.” he said quickly. “I needed a moment.”

“Because I kissed you?” she asked, tilting her head to glance at him. “I didn’t realize I was that powerful.”

A weak laugh escaped Eris as he met her gaze. She doesn’t know. I had my whole world turned upside down and she has no idea.

His thumb gently caressed the back of her hand and let a heartbeat pass before he gave her a tight smile. “Who is the one that’s too flattered now?”

Iris narrowed her eyes at him and he quirked a brow in return. “Something is wrong.” she said. “What is it?”

Eris only watched her face. How exactly was he supposed to tell her that something he never thought would happen to him had shifted the world beneath his feet? That she, his wife he had never thought would be more than a task he checked off, had weaved her way into his life, a life he hated almost everything about except for the moments he had started spending with her? That she, his Iris, was going to be the single most wonderful yet stress-inducing thing in his life.

All the panic that Lucien had walked him through was slowly creeping up his spine again. 

“Nothing.” he finally said quietly.  “Are you…feeling alright? Is there anything bothering you from earlier?”

Iris pursed her lips, her gaze dropping to their joined hands, and was silent for a moment. There was something he wasn’t telling her but she knew better than to push and thought about his question instead.

A lot had happened today. Too much, in fact. But…anything that happened before their kiss had faded from her mind. Eris and his rather heated kisses, what that meant for them now that they — they became a little more physical, was what remained on her mind. What she had told him before they came about her wanting to be more than friends and what that would mean. And that was a lot. 

But as she watched his thumb gently caress her hand… Iris knew it would be alright. Maybe she should’ve been more concerned but for all her initial worries about Eris, for all her doubts, today had only solidified what had been building inside her for some time. Everything that Eris was and what she thought he would be, came down to one thought and one thought only — that she wasn’t alone in this. That made all the difference. 

She bit the corner of her mouth then looked up and said, “I feel a little overwhelmed but I’m — I’m not worried. More…nervous? But not in a…bad way.” she admitted slowly. “...You?”

Eris hummed softly and held out his other hand so that both her hands rested in his. He liked holding her hands far more than he’d care to admit. 

“I’m…fine.” he said dryly and Iris’s lips twitched when his own cheeks heated. “I think you could probably tell I was feeling a tad overwhelmed.”

“Because my kiss knocked you out of this world?” she teased gently. “Guess all that practice came in handy.”

His grip tightened on her hands and said through clenched teeth, “Don’t — don’t bring that up right now.”

Iris’s brow rose in amusement and she fought back a smile. “Wow, you really are sensitive today.”

“Wife.”

He narrowed his eyes at her but Iris only smiled innocently and Eris rolled his eyes.

Clearing his throat, he let it fall silent for a moment before he continued, “But I am…nervous as well. I don’t…know how to be this person. I don’t know how to do this.”

Iris shrugged, her heart swelling at his confession. “Neither do I.” she said and squeezed his hands. “You said that when we first agreed to be friends too but I think we’re doing pretty okay.”

“Aside from you throwing a chair at me and trying to stab me a few times.” 

“You’re really never going to let that go, are you?”

“Never.” he said and smirked. “It makes me very aroused to think about.” 

Iris rolled her eyes and the corner of Eris’s lips lifted when she mumbled, “You’re very annoying.”

“Annoying I may be but…” he started and the air between them shifted as he gazed at her intently. “I am your husband who is also your friend. That you want to be a bit more than that with.”

He felt her grip tighten on his hands and she glanced down at their joined hands then back up at him. “Yes…I did say that.”

Eris let it fall silent as he looked at her, a whirlwind of emotion coursing through him. He tried to settle on one, be it panic, fear, joy, but in the end, he let them all mingle, focusing only on her. She had no idea he was going to be so much more than that. He would — well, he would be whatever the hell she wanted him to be. 

“We should — need to discuss what that means —” he started, his gaze flickering to the space around them. “More privately once we get home.” he finished and Iris tilted her head.

“Alright.” she said with furrowed brows then teased, “Are you afraid the bunnies will spread rumors about you having feelings?”

Eris snorted. “No. But Lucien and Elain are watching us from their kitchen window and they are very nosy.” he said and Iris turned her head to find said couple quickly ducking out of view.

She laughed softly as her cheeks heated. “I hope you know that this visit has been nothing short of mortifying.” 

“I nearly always want to assassinate myself after visiting them.”

“Because they tease you?” 

“Because they know me too well at this point.” he replied with a chuckle. 

“They really do.” she agreed and flushed. “It’s…been something, alright.”

Eris fought against the cascading of emotions brewing in him, fought against the smile as she gazed at him. Before he could stop himself, he let a finger brush against her colored cheeks. 

“I like seeing you blush.” he murmured softly and Iris fought back her own smile, glancing down with a shake of her head. “It makes me wonder what you’re thinking about.”

“I’m just thinking about…things.”

“What things, wife?”

Iris’s lips twitched as she looked up at him and shot him a knowing look. “Things.” she only said. 

The conversation with Elain had been…enlightening to say the least. Iris never had a doubt that Eris held up his reputation quite seriously to others so she wasn’t too surprised to know he was either strongly disliked or slightly feared. How much of a harlot he was shouldn’t have taken her by surprise either and it took every ounce of logical reasoning not to be irrationally jealous of Nesta Archeron, who was already mated to someone else and wanted nothing to do with him.

But it had warmed her heart just how much Elain and Lucien actually loved him. Knowing how much Eris loved them…it made her want to be worthy of their love too.  

The smile dropped from his face and he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What exactly have you heard?” Eris asked and Iris laughed.

“Oh you know, things.” she said airily then smirked when Eris scowled. “We can discuss those later.”

“But —”

“Do you hear that? That’s Elain calling.” Iris said and patted him on the chest. “We should go and be helpful guests.”

“Iris.” he started but she only gave a smile, pulling away.

“Surely you hear Lucien calling. He misses his big brother.”

Eris’s scowl deepened. “Wife.” 

“Don’t make me accidentally skewer you with a fork, Eris.” she said sweetly, skipping away further when her husband snorted. “All it takes is a slip of the hand.”

“Threaten me with a good time all you want, I will find out what you’ve heard.” 

“I’m simply trying to romance you, husband.” she said, pausing on the threshold of the back door to Elain and Lucien’s home. “Play nice, we’re still guests here.”

“I’m floored by your romance techniques.” he said dryly and waved a hand. “And we’re not guests here. Elain says this is my home too.”

“Elain, not Lucien?” she asked with a laugh and Eris shrugged.

“I think he’s still upset Elain likes me more than she likes him.”

Iris laughed again, the sound bringing a small smile to his own face. Her laugh made his wretched heart swell and ache all in one. Her laugh reminded him that things would be fine. She was his mate. He just had to tell her and they would be fine. 

He watched her walk into his brother’s home with a shake of her head and knew in his bones, that whatever came next, whatever they faced after this, Eris would do anything — become anything — just to keep her laughing. 

[howlingday]

How about Raven being Rochelle from Everybody Hates Chris?

I saw parts of this show, never a full episode, but somehow the only moment I remember about Rochelle was her first lines of the show. Oh well, better fix that.

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Raven: I was supposed to go on my lunch break at 1, but then Summer comes up and says she wants to go at 1230.

Taiyang: 1230?

Raven: Yes, and she did it on purpose, too. She knew I was hungry and didn't have a break.

Taiyang: And she knew that?

Raven: Mhm! And not only did she take it for an hour, but an hour and eight minutes!

Taiyang: An hour and eight minutes?

Raven: Yes! I'm telling you, she's too spontaneous.

Taiyang: She is if she's taking an hour and eight minute lunch break at 1230 when you have had one and you always have yours at 1.

Raven: Exactly!

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Raven: (Blindfolded, At gunpoint) Come on, man! How hard is it to light a cigarette?

Ironwood: Haben sie noch letzte worte zu sagen?

Raven: (Groans) ...Can you play, "Time to Die?"

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Goodwitch: Raven, all I need you to do is help the children pick out a book, and then send them to the front to pay for it.

Raven: That's it?

Goodwitch: That's it. Everything else is under control. (Walks away)

Ruby: (Narrating) No, you don't.

Raven: ...I could have stayed out drinking instead of this.

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Qrow: Raven, money is money. Cash, food stamps, what's the difference?

Raven: Whether or not I break someone's teeth.

Qrow: ...What?

Raven: Qrow, when I go shopping with food stamps, people look down on me. They talk to me like I'm weaker than them. They treat me like I'm inferior, so when someone comes at me like that, I'M BREAKING THEIR TEETH!

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Summer: Did she say anything before she died?

Raven: My mother?

Summer: No, the Spring Maiden. Yes, your mother!

Raven: ...No, she just asked for more soup.

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Raven: ...Who ate my chocolates?

Cinder: I did. They weren't very good.

Raven: Then why'd you eat them? I will tell all of you right now, that if one more person tests me, this alliance is over, and I will send all of you back to Mommy Salem. You, tin man! Get your damn feet off my treasure chest before I sell you for scrap.

Mercury: (Gets off the chest)

Raven: And you, dickhead! Stop muttering Ozpin's name over and over again. I hate him just as much as you, and I wish he killed my brother!

Hazel: (Silently seethes) You-

Raven: SHUT UP! And you, chest wraps! Speak up! All of your squeaking and peeping just makes you sound pathetic, like a rat. Use your damn words!

Emerald: (Gulps, Nods)

Raven: And you, hell-bitch! The next time you decide to eat my chocolates, the least you could do is like 'em.

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And since I mentioned it...

Ruby: Today was the day. Today, I turned 13. And I thought the coolest thing that would happen to me was being a teenager. I was gonna have boys, money, and stay out late. I thought it was gonna be the bomb.

Raven: RUBY! Get in the bathroom and clean your hair-dye out of the sink! (Walks away) Disgusting slob!

Ruby: (Sighs) Boy, was I wrong.

[eddiethehead-uwu]

✨My jojo ocs for a possible fan part I might actually write but I'm intrudicing them to you in a tag yourself style template✨

(warning: long post)

(warning: I know cringe culture is dead, but it might get cringy)

So basically the main gang is an upcoming metal band going on their first world tour, weird shit happens and this fan part's Jojo finds out things about her past she would have much rather not known, like her real lineage and all that, and, you know, more stuff happens

This part is set in the future, in a universe very similar to the original one, except for a few things like the uhhh reset not happening and some things going differently in part 5, in Morioh. Some of the characters below are related to preexisting characters, some are not

Ok I'm done here's the squad

🌟JOUKO HIGASHIKATA🌟

-the lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch

-can be super annoying and quite manipulative like 80% of the time

-super determined, will cut a bitch to get what she wants

-"danger is my middle name 😎"

-wants to be a rockstar but needs to calm the f down like where the hell do you think you're going with that attitude?

-stand: Motorhead (aka punchy ghost n. Uhhh I lost count)

🌺MOMOE NIJIMURA🌺

-shady and sly af ngl probably invented the 300iq impostor strategy for among us

-a freaking beast when it comes to guitars (shares Jouko's same dream)

-looks always upbeat and happy but has a pretty mischievous personality

-*crushes on basically anyone*

-gets distracted pretty easily

-stand: Judas Priest (aka Chomp Ghost)

👿REJ ANSELMO👿

-A N GE R Y

-will fight you if you disagree with her

-pretty careless, doesn't really care about others

-gets pissed off super easily

-like, my God, chill dude wtf

-can't say what happens to her next bc it would be a spoiler if I actually end up writing this fucking story

-stand: iron maiden (fkn shape-shifting metal object thing hehehhe knife girl)

💕YOKO SHISHIDO💕

-an actual angel

-definetly stoned 24/7

-super friendly, will help you with everything and will hug you if you need support

-just the chillest person ever

-druggie mom friend

-rip srr i had to

✨MIYAKO KAWAJIRI✨

-shy 👉👈😔

-always anxious of messing things up or hitting the wrong note on the keyboard while performing with the band

-basic math? Idk her

-only wears black and red

-never gets angry, bottles all of her frustration up and when she lashes out it's usually when her second personality (kameko) is dominant

-stand: digital love (LAZERZ GHOST)

🦇HIDEAKI KAWAKITA🦇

-annoying bitch 2: simp edition

-"you spilled lipstick in my black Valentino bag!?"

-loves Halloween a bit too much

-did I already mention he's a simp?

-can't shut his mouth for 2 seconds

-who even made him part of the band? Ah yeah right he's the only one with a driving licence

🔪ROCHELLE P. 🔪

-CEO of tragic backstories

-doesn't display any emotion and doesn't display any eyebrows either

-has definetly killed someone with no regrets

-2 stands!?? Nah mate

-"you have beautiful eyes" "thanks. They don't work."

-stand: Nightwish (W A T E R G H O ST)

-bonus: also gets followed around by Chariot Re- AHEM ALESTORM YES SHE NAMED HIM ALESTORM because she doesn't know his real name nor who the user is/was

-he just,, follows her. When she was 5 she gave him a feather and he kept it ever since lol ok I'll stop

🔥SANTANA🔥

-bruh he still alive

-R E VE N G E

-got tired of being left out of his master's shenanigans and being treated like dog shit

-if it wasn't obvious he holds grudges for looooooong times

-will kill you just with slurs

-wants to annihilate into oblivion his old master

-still undecided whether to give him a stand or not

Ok I'm done, this is the main cast, some of them are not gonna make it through, sorry already.

I want to start writing something for them because I have a long ass list of things that could happen and how the story could jnfold, but I'm not sure where to write it. Sooo idk

[britbritwrites]

Defending Rochelle from Laura Lizzie

(A/N: I hate that there aren’t alot of headcanons or fanfictions about Rochelle on here but since she’s one of my favorite characters in the movie, I decided to make one some Rochelle content on here myself. I also hate bullies and Laura Lizzie, so this was really fun and satisfying for me to write 😂😂😂 I hope y’all enjoy!)

-You don’t tolerate bullying like AT ALL!

-But you also don’t tolerate that racism shit! NO MA’AM!

-PERIOD!

-You were in the same swimming class as Rochelle

-and the evil twin version of Marcia Brady……

-Laura Lizard- I MEAN Lizzie

-You hated the way that she treated Rochelle 

-It always infuriated you!

-Laura didn’t like you either but the feeling with you is mutual

-You couldn’t stand people like her. Bullying others and taking pleasure in hurting them

-It made you absolutely SICK

-You didn’t understand why people never reported her or was punished for her actions

-Someone needed to teach her a lesson and you would love to see it happen one day

-Whenever Laura says some rude shit to Rochelle in either class or the hallways, you never hesitate to stand up for her

-“Hey um, can you shut the fuck up and worry about yourself, Laura Lizard”

-YES! You actually DID call her Laura Lizard!

-In front of the whole damn class!

-Everyone started laughing their asses off!

-Laura was P.I.S.S.E.D. PISSED!

-You gave 0 fucks that day

-ZERO FUCKS! 

-Although Rochelle is always thankful and grateful that you defend her

-She can’t always depend on you to do so sometimes and can’t hide behind you whenever Laura is bullying her

-Nor can you always be her bodyguard 24/7

-(“Bodyguard” as Laura once teased you about and referred to you as)

-(What are you? Her bodyguard or something?” Laura and her pack of sheeps laughed.)

-Especially when you’re absent from school and you can’t defend her when Laura is fucking with her unfortunately 

-(“Looks your little bodyguard isn’t here to protect you”)

-You and Rochelle both know that she can fight her own battles and is capable of defending herself 

-She’s a witch for crying out loud! She can cast spells on Laura if she wanted to

-And when you do see Rochelle defend herself against Laura face to face, it makes you feel proud knowing she can handle herself on her own

-You remember dealing with folks like Laura back in your old hometown

-But you weren’t bullied for your skin color, you were bullied for being a “nerd”.

-But you still understood Rochelle’s situation

-Rochelle has talks with you about the bullying and how it makes her feel

- “Ever since I stepped foot in that school, she’s been on my case more than the other students that she bullies. I just wished she would leave me the hell alone already” She tells you, followed by a frustrated sigh.

-You listen to her vent about her problems while braiding her hair. 

-“You should hear the shit she says about my hair, like all the time”

- “First of all…” You say, “Girl, your hair is gorgeous! Secondly, who is she to talk shit about your hair when she isn’t even a natural blonde? I mean, it looks flat, lifeless and looks like it’s about to break off”

-You get a little laugh out of her with what you said. 

-You loved to see her smile or at least giggle

-She deserves all the happiness in the world

-You empathized with her completely!

-As mentioned earlier, you used to get bullied back in your old hometown 

-(And when you finally stood up for yourself, no one messed with you)

-So you completely understand how she feels

-She even cried at some point and you comforted her

-This next day, you got in trouble for…..

-But didn’t give a flying FUCK! LIKE AT ALL! Because Miss Lizard was just ASKING for that ass whooping for that stunt she pulled with Rochelle!

-After swimming class, y’all were in the locker room changing and getting yourselves together

-While you were changing, you heard Laura referred to Rochelle’s hair as “Nappy hairs” 

-Your blood was boiling! And wanted to give Laura a piece of your mind

-.......and a punch to the nose

-But when you saw Rochelle step up to Laura with a serious yet fed up face, you KNEW she didn’t need to you stick up for her and decided to let her fight her battles right then and there

-You watched with a proud smile as Rochelle said to Laura…..

-“Why are you doing this to me, Laura? Do you think your funny?”

-”You really wanna know why?”

-“Yes! I really wanna know why”

-Before you knew it, Laura had called Rochelle the N word

-And TO HER FACE!

-Rochelle looked absolutely horrified!

-And so were you!

-Oh! Your blood was BOILING HOT!

-You were gonna get suspended for it but you were seeing red at some point so that was the last thing you were worried about

-You roughly turned Laura around and punched her square in the face 

-And started giving her a well deserved beat down

-And even tore out some of her hair

-And even left a bald spot

-For a girl who loves to talk mad shit about other people….

-......she never once fought back

-She was actually crying and cowering in fear

-And screaming like a damsel in distress

-The nerve of her playing the victim as if she hasn’t bullied people in this school and was racist toward Rochelle

-(And no doubt to other POCs as well)

-Miss Laura Lizard was all talk and no bite 

-As you expected from bullies like her

-Laura Lizzie unsurprisingly turned out to be a coward

-But again, as you expected from bitches like her

-Unfortunately you got suspended for what happened but it was worth it defending Rochelle

-Although she could have easily handled it on her own....

-(As mentioned before, she’s a witch and could cast a spell on Laura to teach her a lesson)

-.......She’s still grateful that you stood up to her the way you did

-Although, she wished you haven’t gotten in trouble because you were only defending her from the bullying she was enduring

-And didn’t think it was worth it getting suspended over Laura 

-(BUUUUT On the other hand, Laura did deserve what was coming to her so *shrug*)

-As mentioned before, you didn’t tolerate any bullying or racism, so you felt justified in your actions

-After all, Rochelle is one of your good friends and, as mentioned earlier, she deserves all the protection and happiness in the world

[alixx0608]

What is Galasta?

I’ve made a post talking about the fandoms I can write about and I’ve mentionned Galasta. For the 99,99% out of you who don’t know what it is, lemme explain it to ya.

Galasta is the title of my Star Wars fan-comics/web-comics. Don’t search for it on the internet, you won’t find anything. It’s simply not released yet, I haven’t finished all the scenarios yet (almost two out of seven. Yes, there are seven volumes).

What is Galasta about? I took the films, made a modern AU (the majority is set in the 90′s), I changed a few things, I added a few things (I’ll get to that later) and basically worked hours on it since early 2018.

The things I changed: Jassian survives.

The things I added: Ahsoka is different. By that, I mean that she’s with the original trio, around their ages, she has a really different past and life. Why? Because why not?

The volumes:

Galasta volume 1: About Cassian’s past.

Galasta volume 2: Stardust: About Jyn’s past.

Galasta volume 3: Rogue One: The film but I changed stuff.

Galasta volume 4: A New Hope: Same as 3.

Galasta volume 5: The Empire Strikes Back: Take a guess.

Galasta volume 6: Return Of The Jedi: You wouldn’t believe what it is about.

Galasta volume 7: This one, is the one I take the most freedom with. There’s the sequel trio as young adults and they live their lives after the war.

The characters: About the half of the characters in Galasta are original characters, but I’ll explain the most important ones.

Nate Krennic, he’s the son of Orson Krennic and Mon Mothma (unexpected couple). He lives with the guilt of being the son of an imperial amoungst the rebels. He’s adorable. Casisan and him have a brothers kind of relationship. I chose Owen Teague for Nate’s look.

Adrian Carter, he’s an imperial agent hiding his past. He’s kind of a bitch, but I like him. I chose Neil Newbon for Adrian’s look.

Shayla Kane, a rebel in another rebel call who works with Cassian. I chose Minka Kelly for Shayla’s look.

Lawrence “Lou” O’Brian, Jyn’s second cousin who later joins the cause. I chose Bryan Dechart for Lou’s look.

Abigaëlle Rochelle, Lou’s wife, she’s French Canadian. She, too, joins the cause but she doesn’t physically fight. I chose Amelia Rose Blaire for Abigaëlle’s look.

Braxton O’Brian, their oldest son. He’s a 24-year-old manchild (in vol.7), he’s in a band with Poe Dameron. I chose Devon Bostick for Braxton’s look.

Terry, Tessa, Vic and Scott. Respectivaly 19-year-old, 17-year-old twin girls and 12-year-old. They’re Braxton younger siblings. I put them together because they’re not as important as Braxton. I chose Jake Sim for Terry’s look. My friend and I both appear as Vic (me) and my friend (Tessa) and Scott is a computer generated face.

Jarika Rook, she’s Bodhi Rook’s daughter and she plays in the same band as Braxton and Poe. I chose Naomi Scott for Jarika’s look.

Luis Andor, he’s Cassian’s older brother. I chose Gael García Bernal for Luis’ look.

Javier Andor, he’s Cassian’s and Jyn’s son. I asked my best friend for his look.

Anyway, I’m still working on these comics. You can ask me questions about it and I’ll gladly answer them :)

[delakoks]

Dooo do do doOoOoo you have some headcanons for IDK ellis and nick but for others also??

Oh oh oh. Yes, I do, Anonzo. I’ve been playing this game for years sooo~~~ Of course, it’s mostly about Ellis and Nick, but, I think, I could remember few things about Coach and Ro too.

Let’s talk about Ellis first (cause he’s my favourite since the first game session yes). 

Freckles. I don’t know why I say about it first but anyways. This sunny boy definitely has some freckles on his nose and cheeks and his shoulders. They’re not so dark so they’re almost invisible. But they’re there. You can’t change my mind.

He’s pretty clumsy. Not the best thing in zombie-apocalypse hehe

Magnet for trouble

Ellis. Can. Sing. He’s not just a basist but also a back-vocalist. Sometimes in the zombie-apocalypse he murmurs some tunes to calm himself down.

Panromantic or pansexual. Easily falls in love (oh, wait, it’s canon lol). Virgin. I don’t think he ever had something more serious than a date or two.

All HUGS and soft touches. 

His childhood wasn’t easy. I believe he was raised by his mom, his dad either died or left family, so Ellis had to work since pretty young age to help his mom. Also maybe some problems with other children? Ellis’s so kind and naive, some kids definitely were assholes towards him. But look at this sunshine, you need something more than even a zombie-apocalypse to break him.

Ellis has a younger sister, they always make fun of each other, but love each other sooo much.

And Ellis can’t imagine the world without his family. He’ll give his life for them.

This boyo believes that he could help people, so many people.. And it’s killing him to learn that it’s not true. He doesn’t understand how (and don’t want to believe that) people could be so cruel and evil and violent. 

Nick.

He was married (canon again). She was a bitch, but he loved her. Simple story. When they finally got divorced she tried to take everything from Nick. And this was another lesson not to trust people. He had so many of those lessons so he became this hostile to other people.

Nick’s parents were really busy making careers and money but they never forgot about their son. So Nick recieved quality education and tried so many things in an attempt to find something he would like to do in his life. But it never worked out. He always was too adventurous and daredevil-ish.

Talking about education. Upper-intermediate italian, under-intermediate deutch, french and spanish.

Secretly loves hugs. Gives the best hugs you can imagine. Touch-starved.

Bisexual. And there is no way you can change my mind c;

And this man SINGS. FREAKING. AMAZING. Just listen to his voice. He definitely was a part of some rock band. (Thanks Hugh Dillon and Headstones)

Knows how to comfort people easily. Really good psychologist. But won’t do that for everybody, only for close people.

Baker. Uh huh. This man knows how to bake an amazing cake or pie from almost nothing.

Smoker. Bad habit to make your life in the zombie-apocalypse a looot harder. (and here we go with a relative headcanon about Nellis. That one time Nick finally found a pack of cigarettes and smoked.. and scared poor sleepy Ellis so much with nicotine smell. So he decided to quit smoking not to trigger kiddo, who had too much from Smokers)

Has a tattoo.

Is afraid of falling for someone but when he does (oh, wait, is it Nellis again?), oh my, he’ll fight the whole world to keep his loved one safe. He gives all of himself into relationship.

Rochelle.

Strong beautiful girl (canon!) who was so freaking tired of her work that the first thought about apocalypse that came to her mind was: ‘Oh, god, finally’. (believe me, I’m a professional journalist, it’s always that way XD)

She was raised in a big loving family with a few older siblings. Her brothers taught her self-defense. And sarcasm.

She always spent more time with boys than girls - school, university, work... She always can find words to defend herself. And if words won’t work - she has her knuckles C;

Ro tried to date different guys so many times but it never worked out. Either they were some boring assholes or.. idk. Maybe just assholes.

Eventhough she was the youngest in the family, she was the voice of reason. Ro always looked after her older brothers. That’s why she cares about Ellis so much - he reminds Rochelle of her brothers.

Ro always was an excellent student. Eventhough her behavior wasn’t so excellent :D

Coach.

He was/is married. Coach loves his wife very very much. They never had kids eventhough really wanted to.

Coach’s team was his family. He loved every one of those kiddos and was so proud of them. 

None of those kiddos were immune.

Coach was a professional sportsman but he was getting older so he decided to quit on the peak. Anyways he couldn’t just give up the passion of his life so he started train kiddos.

ok i guess i don’t have much for Coach oops

Welp. I’m one hundred percent sure I forgot about so many things. But here we are.

Thanks for the question!