#rose for a snippet

[jamiesfootball]

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From your gift fic (which I swear will get done one day):

At some point in the evening, Dani's aunt tapped him on the shoulder.

“Mi lindo, make sure you are not neglecting your friend.”

“Huh?”

“You have not been speaking in ingles,” she chided him. “Also, you two should take him inside. He looks tired; I think he’s had too much sun.”

Dani blinked at her. The severe cut of her lips pursed in amusement, and she pointedly at his shoulder.

Sprawled out as they were on the patio, he’d not noticed when he’d taken the position of having his arm wrapped around the back of Jamie’s chair any more than he’d noticed the sun dipping low beyond the horizon. Both were simply part of the natural movement of the world. Similarly, he couldn’t say with any certainty when Jamie’s head had settled against his shoulder. The slack weight of his body pressed familiar and warm against his side. If Dani’s chair was to slide, his friend would likely fall to the ground.

Circling the edge of the patio, the lanterns were meant as a precaution to keep people from stumbling in the dark when the Rojas family inevitably stayed up chatting into the night. They illuminated smiles, and spilled drinks, and not much else. But Dani need only to look down to see that his aunt was right. In the warm glow of the lanterns, Jamie’s face was flushed a borrowed red from how much time they’d spent in the garden that day. He wasn’t asleep yet, but his eyes were drooping, slipping closed in long blinks as he watched Tío Luis gesticulate across the table. Balanced against his chest, his beer bottle lay completely empty, wrapped between his arms in a hug.

Dani didn’t understand how, but Jamie had somehow managed to fish his lime halfway back out of the neck of the bottle, and he was chewing absently on the end of it.

[readwing]

🌻🌸🌺🌷💐 some flowers to make bummer city a little less bummer-y

From someone's gift fic. whoever that could be

His mama loved Jamie.

He knew she would, of course, but to see it for himself - to watch her sweep his friend into her arms, hugging him tight with fierce delight as her tiny frame tried to lift him off the floor - to see that filled Dani with a deep and powerful joy.

When she let go, Jamie bounced back on his heels with a bright flush on his cheeks and a happiness Dani knew didn't come easy. This also made his heart sing.

When Tía Ely arrived to join the commotion, she said - purposefully in English - "Ay, Dani, you didn't warn us your friend would be so handsome!"

Jamie beamed. His cousin howled with laughter, and his mama smacked his aunt in the shoulder.

"Stop it. You are embarrassing Dani's handsome friend. Now come, both of you. Did you eat? Ana started cooking this morning. She cooks too slow, so it's not ready yet, but we have the leftovers from last night."

Dani was home.

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

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Should Rebecca have kept this to herself?

It would change how I feel about you.

Keeley fucking Jones using her accountability question against her. She didn’t know if it was fair to bring this all up to Jamie here and now, but she did know she deserved whatever hatred he felt for her. She couldn’t let Ted shoulder that blame any longer.

“I truly am sorry, Jamie. I know that means very little, and I wish I could go back and change everything I did, but I can’t. I can only take accountability for my actions and apologise for them.”

“Yeah, accountability fucking matters, doesn’t it? Do you even know what you’re sorry for?”

“Yes and no,” Rebecca answered honestly.

“I told you me Dad threw a boot at me, yeah? Well that’s when we won, what do you think he did when we lost?”

[thirteenemeraldcats]

Roses for use whenever!

*kicks WIP pile under the bed* DON'T LOOK AT ME.

I haven't had access to any of my WIPs for over a week, so, what's a dumb-dumb to do? Start more!

Jamie whimpers again, the sound muffled from where his face is pressed tight against Roy’s abdomen, as the bus rocks slightly beneath them. Kenneth has been careful since Jamie first went down, cautiously easing the coach to a gentle brake rather than the somewhat haphazard way he usually approaches deceleration, but Kenneth's efforts and his Coaches’ careful hands still aren’t enough to protect Jamie right now. His player’s obvious distress raises a frantic sense of helplessness in Roy, and he has to tear his eyes away from the walnut-mist head he’s cradling in his lap. Instead he stares straight ahead, studying the uncharacteristically subdued Greyhounds scattered in front of him. Between their unfamiliar silence and the eerie glow of fluorescent red lights filtering in through the front window, cast from the traffic light that’s ceased their steady progress home, Roy doesn’t find the reassurance he was looking for. As that violent red glow changes to a vivid green and the bus again resumes it’s forward motion, Jamie doesn’t make any more noise. Roy wishes he could delude himself into thinking that means he isn’t in pain but his eyes have caught on the shaking of Jamie’s bloodless fingers where they’re curled into a claw, desperately digging into the meat of his side.  Jamie’s still hurting. Jamie’s trying to be quiet.

[futuristichedge]

Disability headcanons

[yaralulu]

Lucien’s apartment in Velaris is something that I’m very passionate about and I think about a lot.I know he rarely stays there but idc this is what it looks like to me.

[vileidol]

Hello again, friend of a friend

matrix can have a little evil ex breakup song, as a treat

(OC from Infamous by @infamous-if)

[utilitycaster]

Talking as players outside the game is an incredibly important part of having good PC/PC D&D relationships, and obviously the characters involved in the relationship talking to each other in meaningful ways is crucial, but I think the importance of talking in-game in depth to other people is really underrated, in that it not only tells the other player what your character is feeling without having to reveal it in-game to them, but also serves to engage other characters in the story and deepen those platonic bonds to the point where they might even serve as confidants or wingmen. To give a bunch of examples and what they achieved:

Vax telling Gilmore he didn't want to string him along made it clear out of game that his feelings towards Keyleth were his priority, even though it happened where the other characters were not able to hear.

Similarly, Vex giving her blessing eventually after her initial resistance signaled to Liam that this would not be a major break between the twins.

Vax asking Vex what she intended to do about her feelings for Percy served not only as an opportunity for her to voice them to someone; it also serves as a big green light for Taliesin as Percy to kiss Vex later that episode (which he had already from Vex's resurrection ritual, but it underscores it).

Pike talking about Scanlan with Keyleth and Vex allows her to make it clear that she does ultimately like a lot of things about him despite sometimes being annoyed, and her talking to him through her earring while Scanlan is very much not there but Sam is at the table also serves as this kind of green light.

Jester asking Veth about kissing in relationship to Fjord lets Travis know where Jester is at and invests Veth in-game in the relationship.

Caleb asking Jester if she's "sweet on [Fjord]" lets her openly reassess her feelings after an intense arc and also indicates in-game that Caleb has noticed.

Beau waiting to hear the sound of thunder signals to Ashley (who was not at the table but who was presumably staying updated on events) that Beau has feelings for Yasha; it also allows those playing Yasha (often Matt for pure RP and Travis in combat) to return that flirting, since the baseline was already established.

Possibly the most obvious example, but Beau and Fjord's conversation on Rumblecusp not only clarifies to the whole table where everyone is (opening the door, for example, for the scenes in the beer garden a few episodes later of Caleb having Fjord and Jester dance together and Caduceus encouraging Yasha to pursue Beau) but very much serves as a green light to Ashley and Laura respectively. This is then mirrored by them talking after Beau has asked Yasha on a date and Fjord and Jester have kissed, and everyone involved can "debrief" with their partners not present in-game.

As mentioned, this is mostly about PC/PC relationships because PC/NPC is an inherently different dynamic mechanically though still should be a conversation, but Veth describing Yeza and Jester asking Caleb about his feelings about Essek both give Matt clues for playing these NPCs and how things might be received.

FRIDA mentioning their crush on FCG to Deanna means it's not a complete surprise to Sam, since it is a very sudden relationship, and lets him prepare and decide how FCG would feel in the moment, and also establishes how Deanna will feel about it.

Similarly in the C3 Uthodurn arc, Fearne going to Chetney about Deanna is an incredibly good move from Ashley (to the point that talking about this is what led me to write this whole post). It lets Travis play out where Chetney is. It lets Aabria therefore hear not only where Chetney is, but also know that Fearne is potentially interested. It establishes a ton of the dynamics for a relationship that out of game everyone knows will not have a full campaign to play out since one of the characters involved is a guest. And finally, it signals to Christian as FRIDA what the situation is in case Deanna confides in them.

[ghost-bxrd]

…. To the surprise of absolutely no one, I started writing. I’m blaming it on the fifth espresso.

[anathemafiction]

The nickname ask got me curious: What nick names would the love interests give Romanus (if they are inclined to give them)?

Hadrian likes love or, more recently, angel.

Alessa's go-to is darling one/ dearest one.

Alain likes to call you sparrow and, intimately, little pup.

Ysabella likes a bunch 😄. I feel like she'll call you everything under the sun — whatever she's feeling at the moment. But her most common ones are darling, used casually and beloved, whispered by your ear.

The Pirate King will call you peach. Depending on your temper, he may call you treasure or thunder. Alone, in your shared quarters, he calls you… other names.

Neia uses sweetling freely but, the more you spend time together, you realize she uses it less and less with other women. Deep in the romance, Neia calls you 'sun'.

Lance calls you mercenary — my mercenary, to you and only you. He'll call you many names in his songs, but one he likes to trace with his fingertips on your skin is Starlight.

Rafael… Rafael's pet names will range from idiot to freak to company dog. Over time, they start to sound less like insults and more like endearments. His 'idiot' sounds completely different when said to you than anyone else.

Once Rafael's defenses come down, and he admits to himself he likes you, Rafael calls you idiot still — but it's my idiot now. My love, my man/woman. Just as he's wholly yours.

Lieutenant Vallen will call you 'mine'.

[foxaoxarts]

IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS- *EXPLODES*

[jamiesfootball]

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"Smart lad." Roy nods in approval. He waves his mug at the chair beside him. "Sit down then."

The lad awkwardly folds his lanky limbs into the chair, perching nervously on the edge of his seat like a newborn foal.

Roy smirks behind his mug. "I don't bite."

Tyler winces. "No. Right, I know. You're just- intimidating? I guess? I dunno. I can never quite believe it when I'm over here. I mean, you're Roy Kent, and you served me tea this morning, and I'm here to help ruin your kitchen. Don't know why you haven't just kicked me out yet."

This, Roy thinks, is the real problem with Jamie bringing all these young players around. The ones who've only ever played under the Tartt era of therapy and big locker room apologies and endless second chances. They all come to Roy with their hearts on their sleeves, spouting the most ridiculous drivel with their entire chests and meaning it.

It's all Jamie's fault. Every starry-eyed kid with their future still hovering in the wings who comes to Roy with hope dripping from their hands cupped in offering. Each fresh-faced little muppet with kicks like battering rams and and words that sock him in the chest. Standing behind all of them is the unrepentant Mancunian who taught them it was okay to be like that in the first place.

Wouldn't matter now if Roy tried to kick Jamie out of his house; he'd still be followed by him everywhere he went.

[nixies-creations]

Hangster, Titanic AU: Jack!Bradley x Rose!Jake.

"Do you know what I saw when I first looked at her, at the mighty Titanic?" Jake asks as he settles to lean against the rail next to Bradley. "I saw my whole life play out as if I had already been made to live it. Saw myself parade about like a doll. A show pony meant to only be brought out to appease my father and wife's parents. Meant to have at least two children that I would have no true say in. Not their names not their lives or dreams. I could see it all, in a blink of an eye." "What do you see now?" Bradley asks, quietly after a moment of just staring out at the endless expansion of the ocean surrounding them. "I saw my escape, my death," he whispers quietly before turning to look and finding Bradley already staring at him with his dark eyes hooded. "Now I think I see a reason to run, to truly run, when we reach the docks." Pausing, he feels a flush crawl up his neck as he turns back to stare out at the calm surface of the water. "It's not up to you to save me, Bradley," he says after a moment. "But I am grateful you chose to do so. That you seem to want to do so even after everything my father and fiancé's father have tried to put you through." Bradley leans in closer, crowding further into Jake's space and murmurs softly, meant only for Jake's ears, as he says, "sweetheart, if you asked, I'd run away with you. You just need to ask me, Jake, and I'll do everything in my power to give it to you."

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

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“Heard you had a migraine,” Beard said as he walked past Roy into the room. 

“Nate told you?”

“He’s concerned,” Beard said as he took a seat at the small table near the bed. 

Roy would be more touched if his head weren’t throbbing. 

“So why are you here?”

“Kenneth just so happens to have shared some of his special tea with me before we left,” Beard explained. 

Usually their trusted bus driver slash former cult leader accompanied the team on all their trips, driving the rented buses at their destinations. However once their Champions League matches were determined, Kenneth made it clear that he was not allowed in Germany. Roy did not ask for further information though he knew it was highly likely that Beard was aware of the reason why.

Some things Roy was better off not knowing. 

[thirteenemeraldcats]

So what are working on now? 👀

Can I tempt you to share with any roses 🌹 🌹🌹?

I CAN ALWAYS BE TEMPTED, I HAVE POOR SELF CONTROL!

An extended snip from the spoils of yesterday's sprints :)

Jamie’s good at following instructions. Roy tells him to jump, he jumps. Roy tells him to run suicide sprints until he pukes, he runs (he pukes). Roy tells him to stay still so Roy can tie him to a bike and use him as a mush-dog for a morning, he does.  (Roy wasn’t expecting that last one to work if he’s being honest. It was only once he’d watched Jamie wrap the rope around his own waist, then blink at him in earnest expectation while he stood frozen in bemused perplexity, did he realise the depth of the hole he’d dug.) So Roy had thought that following the simple instructions of, oh say, a recipe book, would be well within the little prick’s range of ability.  Jokes on him. “You measure the chocolate chips with your heart man.” Roy has his hand locked around Jamie’s forearm, forcefully preventing him from emptying the entire bag into the mixer. He knows that if Jamie actually wanted to break his grip he could do so with ease, so it says something about his higher-order thinking that he just pouts at Roy instead. “No, Muppet, you measure them with a fucking measuring cup. It’s right there in the name and all.”

[green-eyedfirework]

Dick can tell that the alpha is angry from the moment he spots him. To be fair, no father would be calm right now, but angry seems like an insufficient word for Slade's current mood.

When the alpha growls, the entire clearing bows their heads.

The men chasing Dick and Rose are already dead, ripped apart by a furious wolf pack, and Dick is numb, wondering if he's next.

He was supposed to keep Rose safe. He was supposed to teach her and protect her. And he failed.

Rose is slumped unconscious in Dick's arms. She isn't seriously hurt, just bruises and scrapes and magical exhaustion, but Dick can practically feel the murder exuding off of Slade as he stalks closer.

"She's okay," Dick tries to reassure, voice hoarse.  "Just tired."

Slade's gaze snaps to him, and Dick abruptly regrets getting the alpha's attention.

The sound Slade makes is a cross between a snarl and a roar, and it's enough to start the trembling. Slade closes the distance, lips pulled back, teeth gleaming, and Dick stays on his knees, frozen to the spot. The sound of his heartbeat is the loudest thing in the clearing.

Dick's whole face is prickling. "I'm sorry," he forces out, because he failed, and then he shuts his eyes. He can't watch his death.

The bite is sudden and deep and agonizing as sharp teeth sink into the junction of neck and shoulder.

Dick cries out, or thinks he cries out, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the way he's getting dizzy. His arms are losing strength and he makes a muffled sound when he feels Rose slipping, but hands skim across his, picking her up easily.

His eyes are open again, but that doesn't make a difference, not when the world is growing ever more blurry between each gasping breath.

Slade disengages, and this time, Dick screams.

It feels like a thousand fire ants chewing on his collarbone, like someone carved him up with a superheated blade, and if this is how bad it hurts, Dick doesn't want to know how bad it looks. The world tilts around him the moment Slade lets go, and Dick finds himself sprawled in the dirt, sobbing so loud he can't hear anything else.

Something wet and cold touches his face, wandering across his skin. Please, Dick tries to say, please make it quick. If the alpha decides to play with his food, well.

The darkness is approaching swiftly, Dick's own injuries catching up with him, and Dick swears he can feel the rough, sandpaper edge of a tongue before it washes over him.

~#~

Dick wakes up feeling warm, which is pleasing enough to almost ignore the other throbbing aches that demand attention.  His shoulder is pulsating with soft waves of pain and he very carefully turns his head to avoid aggravating the injury.

He remembers—the fight, Rose passing out in his arms, his own magic drained, the wolves appearing, Slade.

The bite.

Dick swallows.  Slade was snappish the entire time Dick was teaching Rose how to use her magic, he doubts that this episode endeared him to the alpha.  The only niggling problem is that Dick feels far too cozy right now.

He cracks open an eye.  Fur.  Dim light.  Silver hair.  He blinks, looking down in surprise at the curled-up wolf pup sprawled across his chest, breaths softly whistling through the air.

He honestly thought he'd never see Rose again.

There's another pup tucked under his left arm, light-colored and drooling on his shirt, and a bigger, dark-furred adolescent wolf with his back to Dick, and on Dick's other side is—

A cold, ice-blue eye meets his gaze.  The alpha doesn't look any less angry, any less murderous in human form.  Dick is stuck to the spot, trapped by more than a sleeping wolf pup and heavy furs, as the alpha leans over him.

"Sleep," Slade says, in a voice that makes it sound remarkably like a threat.

Dick shuts his eyes, and sleep follows quickly.