#scottish necklace

[art-portraits]

Portrait of Miss Elizabeth Grant, the Artist's Daughter

Artist: Sir Francis Grant PRA (Scottish, 1803-1878)

Date: c. 1850

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Royal Academy of Arts, London

[elvenstardesign]

I made this copper thistle torc. Looks pretty good. May look better with some purple of green crystals on there.

[boylerpf]

Antique Scottish Banded Agate Amethyst Heart Padlock Necklace

Source _ Boylerpf.com

[heelanhomestead]

I’ve been looking for a beautiful moss agate necklace for ages, and finally I found one. This gorgeous ‘Tayside Moss Agate’ necklace was handcrafted by a lovely lady on Folksy. The stone is sourced in Scotland, which makes it even more personal to me and the silver is recycled. Under the stone she will hand stamp a wee image for you … I couldn’t be happier and had to share. She has lots of other items in her shop, all with a link to the Scottish countryside.

You can find her shop ‘Caledonian Keepsakes’ on Folksy … 😃

[theselkiesea]

Goodbye white hair, Hello frosty blue

[lifeinspired4u]

[romanticintheory]

now thinking about what it would look like if reader was betrayed by simon. i just wanna feel the excrutiating pain😞😞🙏🙏

nonny u read my mind!!

simon "ghost" riley x reader

-you meet him while you're shopping for new jewelry. your father, instead of celebrating your birthday with you, sent you a stupid amount of cash with the note, "happy birthday. get yourself something you like."

-he was always away for work. what he did, you never knew. your entire life, he had always been distanced from you despite his friendly, loud demeanor. it was like he was trying to make up for his lack of emotional and physical presence with his smiles and money.

-you believed simon riley was different.

-he tapped you on the shoulder when you were birthday shopping, clearing his throat to drown the nerves as he asked you which of the two necklaces looked better.

-you smiled kindly at him and pointed to the one you thought looked better.

-"who's the lucky lady?"

-"just my mum. figured she deserved something nice and i want it to be special for her."

-you both hit it off immediately.

-his quiet, observant demeanor was a breath of fresh air compared to what you had suffered with your father. he was always listening, keeping his eyes on you, or maybe had an arm around your waist when his attention was required elsewhere.

-he was also incredibly understanding of your situation with your father.

-"i dunno. i thought about having you meet him, but he's just always so busy and it always feels like there's no point in asking him."

-"he's that busy? what's he even do?"

-"couldn't tell you. he can't even be bothered to let me know what's so important that he has to basically ignore me my entire life. i mean, i love him, but..."

-"yeah. i get it."

-eventually, your dad catches on that you're dating someone. it's during his once-a-month call that hears a simon's "ow" following a loud thud.

-when your dad finds out it's your boyfriend, he insists on meeting him.

-"need t' get to know him, is all. especially if he's gonna be my future son-in-law!"

-when you tell simon, he gives you an encouraging nudge toward agreeing. it had been almost a year that you were together, and you were still apprehensive on letting the love of your life and the vague outline of your father meet.

-"he already knows. bet he'll keep asking until you give in, so why not now?"

-your shoulders sag in defeat as you realize he's right. so, you text your dad the details of a meetup.

-simon is oddly silent the entire drive to the restaurant. you assume it's nerves. after all, you can feel your own heart beating furiously against your chest.

-when you're about three blocks away from the restaurant, he pulls over on the curb. it's a dark night and all is quiet. for a moment, you think he's about to chicken out and propose the both of you just go home.

-he leans back in his seat and unlocks the car doors. he raises his hand as a signal and utters a single phrase:

-"don't scream."

-suddenly, the door to your seat is thrown open and someone is tying your hands behind your back and your legs together. the entire time, you're pleading, tears gathering in your eyes with a confused look on your face.

-as the last knot is secured on your legs, you hear a deep voice murmuring an apologetic, "sorry. nothing personal." is that a scottish accent? "ghost, price gave the good to go. we're ready for you."

-the soldier looks into your eyes briefly, nods back at simon, and leaves, shutting the door behind him.

-you turn your gaze back to who you thought was the one.

-"simon?"

-still, he refuses to make eye contact with you. instead, he opens the glove compartment and pulls out a balaclava and mask, pulling the former over his face.

-you can't read his eyes when he finally looks over at you, his expression now covered by a skull.

-"don't try to escape. we've got someone watchin' you, so we'll know."

-"why are you doing this?" your voice is cracking, and the tears are now slowly dribbling down to your chin and onto your lap.

-he doesn't answer you, just giving you a hardened, "i'm sorry," before taking your phone from your bag and leaving you in the dark, suffocating car.

-yeah. you believed simon riley was different.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

Embarrassment - T.Nott

Summary - Because they stayed at Hogwarts this year, the Slytherin gang and their significant others spend time together in the common room as they exchange gifts and enjoy each other’s company. However, the two Italian speakers in the group quickly find out that they aren’t the only ones in the building.

Word Count - 920

Warnings - Italian Speaking!Reader, female reader, use of Y/N, swearing, Snape makes an appearance, Italian sentences but they all have the translation, not proofread

Author’s Note - Day Eighteen! One more week left! My Italian is very rusty so I did use Google translate for most of the sentences. I haven’t used Italian in a long time so I thought it was time to dust off and get back to using it. I hope you enjoy!

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It was officially Christmas at Hogwarts, the Scottish Highlands coated with a blanket of white snow as more fell from the clouds above. It was a picture perfect Christmas morning, the Slytherin gang all getting up and meeting in the great hall for breakfast first before they started their gift exchanges. Theo’s girlfriend, Y/N, had been the last to join them at breakfast, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she sat down beside the aforementioned boy. 

“Buongiorno amore, come hai dormito?” Theo greeted his girlfriend in Italian. (Good morning love, how did you sleep?)

“Buongiorno tesoro, bene, tu?” She yawned as she leaned into his side. (Good morning treasure/darling, good, you?)

“Enough Italian you two, we would like to understand you too you know?” Pansy teased the couple, earning a flip of a certain finger on his hand.

“Bene. Mangi(you eat) amore. Happy Christmas,” The boy whispered to his girlfriend before planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Happy Christmas, Theo.” She kissed his cheek before eating her breakfast consisting of pancakes and eggs. As the ending of breakfast came, the group made their way back to the common room where they agreed to exchange their gifts. They gave their friends gifts first before significant others, Y/N running up to her dorm to get Theo’s gift. As she came back down to the common room with a wide grin, she held out the gift for him. “Per il mio principe,”(For my prince) She smiled, pecking his lips as he grabbed it from her.

“Grazie principessa,”(Thank you princess) He thanked her before tearing the gift open. She had gifted him a watch that he had been eyeing up the last time they went to Hogsmede together. “I love it, grazie bellissima." He kissed her gently before hugging her tightly. As they pulled away from the hug, he handed her his gift.

She tore it open to reveal not only a gorgeous golden necklace with a diamond encrusted crescent moon but also a photo of them on their first date that someone had sneakily taken. “Chi ha scattato la foto? Lo adoro, Theo! Grazie, grazie, grazie!” (Who took the photo? I love it, Theo! Thank you, thank you, thank you!) She asked her boyfriend as she threw her arms around his neck to pull him into a loving embrace.

“Draco preso(took it). Sono felice che ti piaccia, amore(I’m glad you like it, love),” Theo replied before connecting their lips again. They only pulled away because their friends were fake gagging.

“I heard my name and I would like to know why,” Draco insisted.

“The picture, Dray, thank you for taking it,” Y/N assured the boy before letting go of her boyfriend to hug her friend. 

“In that case, you’re welcome, I’m glad I was able to take it without you noticing.” She giggled as she kissed both his cheeks in thanks once again. She made her way back to her boyfriend as they began to chat in Italian.

Much to their friends’ dismay, they continued to speak Italian back and forth. Their friends had given up telling them to try and speak English so they could all talk together. Pansy found it sweet that her best friend had found a guy with the same native language as her and a guy that treated her well. Blaise on the other hand was practically sick because Theo was constantly talking about his girlfriend when they weren’t together. Deep down he loved seeing his friend so happy but he would rather be mad at Theo for his constant rambling. 

The couple had switched back to English as they were readying themselves to talk with the whole group rather than just each other. They got teased by their friends for the switch but it was all in good fun. The rest of the day was spent with their friends, joking and fooling around, playing some games and exchanging embarrassing stories about each other. The Slytherin common room might have been nearly vacant but it was more lively than ever as the friends mucked about. They had only quieted down after Snape had stormed in to tell them that some of their housemates had complained about their volume.

“Cazzo in culo(cock up your ass)!” Y/N swore, causing Theo to burst out into laughter.

“Posso parlare anche italiano(I also speak Italian), Miss Y/L/N. Detention for a week once the term begins, same for you Mr. Nott. Happy Christmas,” Snape spoke before exiting the common room. 

“What did you say to piss him off?” Draco asked with a chuckle.

“Cock up your ass,” Y/N muttered.

“What was that?” Pansy asked, not hearing her friend.

“Cock up your ass. I didn’t know he spoke Italian! Sono così imbarazzato(I’m so embarrassed), Teddy!” She whined to her boyfriend.

“I know you’re embarrassed, principessa, but you should probably watch your mouth around professors. I do have to say that was the funniest thing I have ever witnessed in my life,” Theo teased her. She let out a groan as she hid her face in his warm chest, their friends laughing along with him in agreement. Y/N joining in sooner rather than later, the embarrassment going away quickly.

Although their Christmas was spent at Hogwarts away from family, the Slytherin gang had enjoyed spending it with each other. Having fun with no responsibilities for a couple weeks and having nearly the whole Slytherin common room and dorms to themselves. It was the best Christmas any of them had ever had.

[flowerandthesongstress]

complaints I've already seen about Coral Island, a new Indonesian kickstarter cozy game: the barman selling a ruined dish is an uncalled-for jab at restaurant workers! cats shouldn't hang out outdoors! eew, this woman shouldn't display her pregnancy stretch marks! where are all the kippot! why is everyone in such good shape! preposterous! this partially deaf character talking in caps lock is triggering me! no one in doctors without borders would be that tattooed, this dreadful representation is literal murder! no doctor would forget her paperwork at a library, for that matter! why is a japanese fisherman talking like a scottish pirate, this is inaccurate!

meanwhile in the game: I freed a stone statue from a magical underground prison and he put an enchantment on my hoe. his brother asked me if I liked figs is he flirting. my hippie boyfriend is heartbroken because his bucket-wearing pet duck is sick but shhh watching tv will heal him. last night when I talked to the outdoors cat she mentioned that she has a crippling fear of birds and thinks of getting therapy. a stem academic looks like a kpop idol and is getting enough sleep. he wears his astrophysics degree all over himself like a linguist would have worn alphabet necklaces, just to spite his dad but it's not working why is it not working ah shit it's working. mermaids hired me as a janitor. it's not pro bono I'm paid in diamonds. my neighbor is worried that his shiba inu went back to rejoin the mountain whence it came from. a turtle won't let me pass until I serve her spaghetti. I'm fighting capitalism with a literal scythe. the local blacksmith is asking my opinion regarding a legendary battle hammer and if it's worth the logistics hassle. it's been a year crabs are still dancing in celebration their zeal is admirable but their choreography could use some work. this giant monkey covered in two layers of meta wants to sell me a nostalgic souvenir. I know it because he sent me a polite letter. how many propaganda flyers can I fish out of this pond a challenge. I barged into a local lab and upended a barrel of seaweed over intricate circuitry now my flowers are five percent prettier. the scientist at the lab attached a mermish translator to my diving suit via the power of coffee. hold on I'm doing meal prep for next week let me finish putting ectoplasmic slime on okra

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Spoiled

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Warnings: Bit of spice up ahead, flashbacks

Authors Note: Hope y’all enjoys! I wanted to have a lot more of the boys together🤭

Word count:1.2k

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In the quiet, hidden-away safehouse where Task Force 141 had gathered after another successful mission, the atmosphere was light—almost too light, considering their usual demeanor. This wasn’t a typical briefing or debriefing. No, this was something else entirely, a kind of unspoken challenge simmering between them.

You sat on the plush couch, watching as Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz all moved around the room with a playful tension. They each had their own way of trying to catch your attention—Price with his slow, thoughtful gestures, Ghost with his more brooding but deliberate actions, Soap’s quick wit and infectious charm, and Gaz’s smooth, confident aura. It was a competition of sorts, though none of them would admit it outright.

“So, who do you think spoils you the most?” Soap asked with a teasing grin, leaning casually on the couch next to you, his hand resting on the back of it, close but not quite touching. “We’ve all been trying, but I know you’ve got a favorite.”

Ghost, sitting in the chair across from you, tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming behind his mask. “Doesn’t matter who spoils her the most. We all know who’s going to win in the end.”

Gaz chuckled from his spot near the window, glancing your way. “Maybe you should let her decide that, Ghost.”

Price, seated calmly beside you, gave you a warm but knowing look. “That’s right. Only she can say who treats her the best.”

You laughed softly, sensing the teasing yet possessive undertones between the team. Each man had his own style of affection, but it was clear that their rivalry was less about competition and more about keeping you happy.

As you sat on the couch, surrounded by the Task Force 141 members, your mind couldn’t help but wander back to different moments—times when each of them had gone out of their way to spoil you. You smiled at the thought, knowing they were all waiting to see whose memory would be your favorite.

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Flashback - Price: The Quiet Protector

It was a chilly evening, just after a long mission. The team was exhausted, but Captain Price had noticed you shivering despite your tough exterior. Without a word, he draped his jacket over your shoulders, the weight of it both comforting and protective.

"Can’t have you catching cold," he muttered in that gruff voice of his, lighting a cigar while leaning back in his chair. He stayed close to you, his presence reassuring as the two of you watched the embers of the campfire flicker into the night. His hand occasionally brushed your shoulder, a subtle reminder that, though he didn’t say much, he was always there for you.

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Flashback - Soap: The Charming Giver

Soap had always been the one to shower you with little gifts, each one more thoughtful than the last. You remembered the day he’d returned from a mission, beaming with pride as he handed you a necklace, a delicate charm in the shape of a small bullet.

"Found this and thought of you," he said with a wink, his Scottish accent making the gesture all the more charming. "Somethin’ to remind you I’ve always got your back."

You’d laughed, knowing Soap’s playful side often hid his deep loyalty. He always had a way of brightening your day with these gestures, making sure you felt special, even in the midst of chaos.

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Flashback - Ghost: The Silent Guardian

Ghost’s version of spoiling you had always been subtle but no less meaningful. There was a time when you’d been left alone at base while the team was out, and you’d felt restless. When he returned, he didn’t say much, but he quietly handed you a small, worn leather-bound book—one of his favorites.

"Figured you might like it," he’d said, his voice low and steady, the mask concealing most of his expression but not the softness in his tone.

Reading wasn’t exactly your escape, but the fact that Ghost had shared something so personal with you had melted away any tension. That was his way—quiet, protective, and always making sure you felt valued, even in his own mysterious way.

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Flashback - Gaz: The Gentleman

Gaz had a knack for spoiling you with small acts of service. You remembered one particularly hot day when you’d been struggling with some paperwork at the base. Without you asking, Gaz had appeared with a cold drink, setting it down next to you with a smile.

"You looked like you needed this," he’d said casually, pulling up a chair next to you. He didn’t leave after that—he stayed, chatting with you and distracting you from the mundane tasks, his voice soothing as you worked side by side. That was his style—always attentive, always finding ways to make your life easier, without expecting anything in return.

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The memories swirled together in your mind as you returned to the present, where all four men now stood or sat around you, each waiting for your reaction. Their eyes followed your every move, as if trying to gauge which of them had left the biggest mark on your heart. But the truth was, they all had—each in their own way.

“Well?” Soap broke the silence, his grin playful. “Don’t keep us waitin’, love. Who’s spoiled you the most?”

You bit your lip, letting the tension hang for a moment longer, enjoying how they all leaned in just a bit closer.

“Maybe,” you teased, glancing between them, “I’m spoiled because of all of you.” A beat of silence passed and sits, the tension thickening up. “Actually,” you said coyly, leaning back into the couch, “I deserve to be spoiled by all of you equally.”

The room hummed with agreement, and you could feel the shift in the air as their teasing gazes softened into something deeper. Soap smirked, Ghost’s eyes darkened with intent, and even Gaz’s usual laid-back expression held a new edge. Price leaned in close enough that his breath tickled your ear.

“Well then,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, “I think it’s time we reward you properly.”

The tension spiked, their attention all fixated on you now, as if spoiling you was a mission they were more than willing to complete. And from the looks they gave you, you knew this was only the beginning of their plan to outdo one another.

Ghost shifted in his seat, his eyes darkening behind the mask as he rumbled, “That so? Guess we’ll have to keep it that way.”

Price leaned in, his voice low and commanding. “We’ve only just begun.”

And just like that, they all seemed to silently agree—your happiness was their mission, and each of them was determined to see who could spoil you best. They knew, though, that the ultimate reward wasn’t just seeing you spoiled but making sure you felt utterly cherished. With that, you could tell that their version of spoiling you, after all, was something you wouldn’t mind indulging in.

Hope you enjoyed! Please follow, like and Reblog💜 -Midnight’s Cafe

[v1x3n]

M E E T A N D G R E E T

141 x reader ⸝⸝ navigation

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you re-meet your old friend, johnny mctavish, but he changed - a lot - and he had brought a few friends with him, who are all part of a band!

୨୧ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 : fluff mostly - slight suggestive mentions near the end, awkward reader, nothing much!!

a scottish voice shouts above the raging music in the background, a voice you recognized. a voice that belonged to an old friend, Johnny mctavish. but what is strange is that he is with a bunch of other blokes.

a large man, not fat but built, he looms' down on you with an almost menacing stare. the only piece of him you can see is his eyes. The rest was covered by a skull balaclava, leather jacket, a skintight white t-shirt, gray baggy jeans and some spiky boots. his arms were crossed and he stood up like a brick wall, he was tall as well. he was scary if you were honest. you could see a slight black tattoo peaks out under his jacket. skeleton hands printed onto the gloves. you could see a chain leading into his white shirt, from how tight the top was you could clearly see the rounded rectangle metal through them. some type of necklace.

The man next to him was utterly gorgeous, he had large eyelashes and a little bit of stubble, his big brown eyes were luring you in - almost putting you under a spell. eyes trailing down to look at what he was wearing, he gave off more roadman, would stab you for a greggs, which was different from the man you just looked at. He wore black cargos and a gray jacket opened, showing a cropped black tank top underneath. all up his ear was done with silver piercings, he also had his belly button pierced - showing it off with the cropped shirt, a ring hung around his left nostril. a layered barbed wire necklace hung from his neck along with a black belly chain.

Then right in front of you were two guys, Johnny - your old friend and another man who looked much older than the rest, 5 maybe 7 years older than the others. He was smart though, he looked homely, he looked like he could be a settled down dad with a paid off mortgage. His warm smile could cheer up any day, his beard covering most of the bottom of his face, a white shirt covering his chest with the first few buttons undone, a silky black tie hovering on the shirt. He wore black jeans with a black belt. the handsome man had his right eyebrow pierced, other than that you couldn't see any other piercings. he didn't have any necklaces on, but his fingers were loaded with rings upon rings. on his left hand wore a pain silver one on his ring finger followed by a repetitive skull ring on his middle finger. his other hand had a thinner silver ring on his middle finger then a bone ring wrapped around his thumb.

"How are ya, lass?" the man in front of you says, snapping you out your little transe. Your old friend has changed quite a lot. He still had his silly mohawk - but it was currently a little longer, scraggly and it looked like he had been roughed up - and his stupid grin. some type of logo tattooed onto his right arm. you glance up at his face to really admire his details, a strong glare and a grown yet stubbily beard, your eyes trail down to his jaw which his stubble grew over, then down to his outfit. The man in front of you wore a cropped turtleneck tank top - Jesus - patchy cargos with a belt that held the baggy pair up, on the belt was a skull buckle. Unlike the other man who wore a cropped top, you could see Johnny's happy trail leading up to his belly button. your old friend wore some black bracelets around his wrists, johnny was definitely the most jeweled than the rest of them. around his neck was a collar - it wasn't a choker, definitely not, it was a collar. It couldn't help you think what type of kinky shit he was into. He had a septum pierced into his nose, along with a bar leading across his left ear, trailing down with a few other piercings across both ears.

"oh! I'm good! haven't seen you in so long!" you smile and quickly pull him into a hug, getting a whiff of his scent, you linger on his shoulder when he wraps his arms around you. It was kinda awkward with all his friends cucking but you chose to ignore them and focus on johnny. "How are you? you look... very different!" you choke out a laugh. obviously you weren't laughing at the style, just the change of how he used to dress.

"i look good though, divnt i?" he chuckles and a cough booms from behind him, the masked, you would say gentleman but he certainly doesn't look gentle. "hahh- yeah you do! it suits you!" you gleam and pull away from him, glancing at the other boys.

"Shite sorry, this is Simon," he points at the masked man, "kyle," the pretty guy smiles sweetly at you, "and john!" The father-like man tilts his head and grins. Johnny introduces you to the gang and they all say hi. Some voices are gruffier than the rest. "What are you here for!" you try to quietly shout over the music that slowly gets louder.

this stupid bar was a regular one you visited, you'd usually come here for the bands and occasionally the men. "We performed here earlier" the man, John said with a strong smile plastered on his face. "holy fuck! youre in a band, jj?!" you exclaim and grab onto johnny's hand.

"ye, me and these ballsacks made one together, want an autograph then, lass?" he mocks.

you laugh at him and look around at the other three brutes there, "ye four chat, i'll grab some beers" johnny says before waddling off. you gulp, looking up at the men and awkwardly smile, "sooo..." you mumble quietly.

"How do you know Johnny, sweetheart?" blushing slightly as the man, John, speaks to you. "oh! We were close friends like all our lives, went to primary and high school together" you sweetly smile as another of the men speaks, Kyle, his voice like honey whilst he looks down at you. his big brown eyes taking you all in, "how'd you two meet back then? he tricked you into bein' his mate like?" Kyle jokes.

you laugh quietly, "hah- no, uhm we were in class when we were six or seven maybe? and he sat next t' me, he gotten glue all over the table and all over himself - on the first day - so the teacher told me i had t' clean him up," you fumble with your hands, looking between simon and the rest whilst telling your story, "so i was angry at him because i couldn't play outside that day cause i had t' help him clean up. and he has been annoying me since" you let out a light laugh. you could say you two stuck together.

kyle and john chuckle whether simons eyes dont give off a tell for what emotion

"you his girlfriend, then?"

"what?" choking on air for a few seconds at the accusation. you couldn't deny that maybe you had a small thing for him in highschool but that was just confusing friendship with romance, so if you really think about it - no you didn't. "God, no! He's just a friend!" laughing slightly. the group hummed, it sounded like satisfaction.

"So no boyfriend?" Kyle confirms.

"Like at all?" an eyebrow raises, you look toward simon, who hasn't spoken yet, then towards kyle and john once more with your head slightly tilted. "erm, no, there's no boyfriend" the three of them nod.

A long awkward silence fills the bar, the only sound being the blasting music and people drunk in the background. god this was awkward, but soon johnny came back. four pints and your favorite drink. your smile coated with sugar as johnny gives you your drink, "thanks jj"

"No bother, Bonnie," he passes the other drinks out. you five quickly go find a small booth in the back to talk in, "so what were yous talkin boot?"

"jus slagging you off, Johnny" Kyle pipes up which makes you snicker and Johnny rolls his eyes. "right." he scoffs.

"I was telling them how we uhm met!" you smile and take a sip of your drink. Johnny does the make and hums, "the glue story?" a nod that signals a yes, "still not forgave you f' that, mind." you give him a jokenly glare, "it was years ago!" Johnny gasps, Kyle laughs whilst Simon's eyes flirt between the two of you. your eyes wander over to simon who has his mask ruffled up over his nose so he can drink his pint.

the masked man had a bit of stubble around his face, his lips were pinkish and god you were almost hypnotized, you couldn't see that much but it looked like a lot. he took small sips from his glass and you gaze up at his eyes which were intently looking st you, listening to each and every word you said. you gulp and quickly look away to see john, johnny and kyle talking about something. you could probably piece it all together but you were too panicked that simon had caught you staring. fuck, you didnt mean too stare for that long but you honestly hadnt expected him too look like that.

"oh, i forgot t' ask like what do yous all do in the band?" you look at them all.

"I'm the bassist and backing vocals!" Johnny peeps up, smiling widely. "drums." John hums, looking at you and taking a gulp of his pint. "guitar." Simon says, his voice gruffier - it sounded like exactly how he looked, strange. "I'm the vocalist and rhythm guitarist." Kyle smiles and winks at you.

"cool!" you smile, a finger circling your glass whilst you look between them all, "anythin i would've heard?"

"mayperhaps" Kyle grins, "here" he grumbles and pulls out his phone, showing you his band on spotify. you gasp, "oh my god! no way! My friends have talked about your band!"

the four men look at eachother, "really?" Johnny speaks. you nod as a reply, "i never really listened t' it tho.." muttering under your breath.

"Shame, you should. not t' brag but we are very good" johnny smirks, he looks you up and down, “so what you been up t’? Anythin’ fun?” you think for a second, what have you been up to? You had a few boyfriends, not anything that serious though, you uhhmm… What have you done? You sit there with your thoughts as a few of the guys look at you, they sip onto their beers as they patiently wait for a reply to Johnny's question. “Oh uhm i dunno” you hesitantly let out a slight laugh, “i moved around here and ermm… had a few jobs around the place. Right now I am working at some cafe a few blocks away” looking down at your lap, you were almost embarrassed that you were telling your old best friend, who's successful right now, that you were just working at a small cafe. It was not paid that much but you needed the job - you obviously weren't going to tell him, or any of them, that you were just getting by though.

“Oh you live round here?” John peeps up, keeping his eyes on you whilst he finishes off his pint. your eyes follow his hands as he slams his glass down. “Yeah, do yous?” Simon looks off to the side of the table, out to all the people in the bar. “No we are on a little tour right now, just around the uk” Kyle answers after gulping a large sip from his beer. “Oh! Okay!” you smile at them, “where have you been so far?” 

“Few places in London and well here, still going round though” you nod at Johnny's words. Lucky that you ran into them though, you had missed johnny and well his friends definitely weren't hard to look at. Wait wait wait, you couldnt think that, you barely knew them. They were a bunch of emos who have a band together, you only knew Johnny - and that was years ago. 

You and Johnny had stopped talking in college. Maybe you had grown apart, or something happened, perhaps it was something you had said? But long story short you and him stopped speaking, full stop. At the time you were heavily distracted by other things though so it hadnt hit you that hard, sometimes you would sit in your bed, going through old photos of you and him together. Then it would hit you hard, at that time you thought to yourself ‘yeah, i miss him’ but then you would distract yourself from that feeling. Another thing that would distract you was your boyfriend, you two had been together for quite a while actually. Johnny actually introduced you two together at the start of college, his name was Danny, but then you and Johnny stopped talking after hitting it off with danny. You would wonder if that was the reason you stopped talking, Danny, but that simply couldn't be it because he and Danny were friends, and why would jj stop talking to you just because you were dating someone? 

A voice snaps you out of your thoughts, “we should get going” a rough, gruff voice, one you only had heard once. Simon. You look up at him then your eyes trail around the table. All the drinks drank and everyone looked incredibly tired, “ah shite yeah, need t’ practise in the morning so got an early night” Kyle follows up. You nod at him, understandingly. 

“Oh okay” a disappointed hum comes from you, “bye then” you smile as the rest stand up. You stand up along with them and look at Johnny whilst he walks over to you, wrapping you into a tight hug. You could smell his cologne once more but this time he smelt more like alcohol than before. You bury your  head into the corner of his neck as his arms squeeze around you, his hands trailing down to your waist, Johnny pulls back and winks. “I'll hopefully see you again?” 

“Yeah..” you murmur, “here uhm i'll give you my number f’ if you're in town again?” you suggest, pulling out your phone and passing johnny it. Johnny quickly puts your number into his phone, he smiles.

They all say goodbye, Johnny pulls you into another long, tight hug and lets you go almost winded. Kyle puts a hand on your arm and lets it trail down your soft skin, telling you he hopes to see you later. John bends down to kiss your cheek whilst he chuckles lightly, saying it was nice to meet you before his eyes wander around your person - muttering that you should come to one of their concerts some time. But Simon only pulls his mask back over his face, back to the original position it was in. Simon's eyes look you up and down as he grumbles a small bye.

And with that you're left outside of the bar, watching them all walk off, yet something catches you off guard, Simon looks back and sees you staring once more. Embarrassing. His eyes almost glimmer, but then he looks forward once more. Scoffing as a bright blush covers your cheeks, fuck, you needed to get fucked cause you were stood looking at 3 strange men and your old bestfriend, blushing because you thought they were fit.

But luckily you would and could never act on your horny thoughts that spew in your mind because you would never see any of them again. Right? Riiight.

[the-jade-jester27]

Decided to make another one of these cause the other one got buried so

✨ TF2 ship name list ✨

Engie

A little more gun, brokeback mountain, Hoe-Down, OSHA violation - Engie x engie

Science party, glasses and' goggles, genetic engineering, German engineering - Engie x medic

Heavy metal, brains n' brawns - Engie x heavy

Trucks n' vans, outback steakhouse - Engie x sniper

Quick study, scatterbrains, Texas two step - Engie x scout

Short fuse, brains n' bombs - Engie x demo

Helmet party, rocket science - Engie x soldier

Texas toast, three rubber gloves, firetrucks, fire forged - Engie x pyro

Napoleon complex, practical espionage, knives n' knowledge - Engie x spy

Medic

Science party, glasses and' goggles, genetic engineering, German engineering - Medic x engineer

Double dosage, emergency room - Medic x medic

Red Oktoberfest, birds n' bears - Medic x heavy

Bush medicine, vanbulance, hearts n' headshots, piss sample - Medic x sniper

Blunt trauma, quick fix - Medic x scout

Scotchtoberfest, jagerbomb - Medic x demo

Fruit scones, ethics violation, rabies shot - Medic x soldier

Burn ward, hot pocket - Medic x pyro

Gentle surgery, poison dagger - Medic x spy

Heavy

Heavy metal, brains n' brawns - Heavy x engineer

Red Oktoberfest, birds n' bears - Heavy x medic

Russian front - Heavy x heavy

Vegemite sandwich, vodka shots - Heavy x sniper

Heavy hitters, mice n' men - Heavy x scout

Big bang, red bombs - Heavy x demo

Cold war, red scare - Heavy x soldier

Hot n' heavy, roasted sandvich - Heavy x pyro

Iced wine, Russian roulette - Heavy x spy

Sniper

Trucks n' vans, outback steakhouse - Sniper x engineer

Bush medicine, vanbulance, hearts n' headshots, piss sample - Sniper x medic

Vegemite sandwich, vodka shots - Sniper x heavy

Necklace o' teeth, two Aussies one jar - Sniper x sniper

Speeding bullet, quick scope, coffee n' cola - Sniper x scout

Swordvan, bloody drunk, kaboomerang - Sniper x demo

American aviators, mutually assured destruction - Sniper x soldier

Bushfire, campfire, hot shots - Sniper x pyro

Knife party, bloody suit, French kisses, down under, great barrier thief - Sniper x spy

Missed shots, piss mauling - Sniper x miss pauling

Scout

Quick study, scatterbrains, Texas two step - Scout x engineer

Blunt trauma, quick fix - Scout x medic

Heavy hitters, mice n' men - Scout x heavy

Speeding bullet, quick scope, coffee n' cola - Scout x sniper

A headache, brats n' bats - Scout x scout

Hop scotch - Scout x demo

All American offense, batting helmet - Scout x soldier

Flash fire, weenie roast - Scout x pyro

Swing and a miss - Scout x miss pauling

Demo

Short fuse, brains n' bombs - Demo x engineer

Scotchtoberfest, jagerbomb - Demo x medic

Big bang, red bombs - Demo x heavy

Swordvan, bloody drunk, kaboomerang - Demo x sniper

Hop scotch - Demo x scout

Double dynamite, 2020 vision - Demo x demo

Boots n' bombs - Demo x soldier

Firebomb, Molotov cocktail - Demo x pyro

Bomb voyage, Scottish wine, detonators and daggers - Demo x spy

Soldier

Helmet party, rocket science - Soldier x engineer

Fruit scones, ethics violation, rabies shot - Soldier x medic

Cold war, red scare - Soldier x heavy

American aviators, mutually assured destruction - Soldier x sniper

All American offense, batting helmet - Soldier x scout

Boots n' bombs - Soldier x demo

Screaming eagles, rockethoppers - Soldier x soldier

Fireworks, fourth of July - Soldier x pyro

Freedom fries - Soldier x spy

Pyro

Texas toast, three rubber gloves, firetrucks, fire forged - Pyro x engineer

Burn ward, hot pocket - Pyro x medic

Hot n' heavy, roasted sandvich - Pyro x heavy

Bushfire, campfire, hot shots - Pyro x sniper

Flash fire, weenie roast - Pyro x scout

Firebomb, Molotov cocktail - Pyro x demo

Fireworks, fourth of July - Pyro x soldier

Twin flames - Pyro x pyro

French toast, French fries - Pyro x spy

Missfire, Cesium - Pyro x miss pauling

Spy

Napoleon complex, practical espionage, knives n' knowledge - Spy x engineer

Gentle surgery, poison dagger - Spy x medic

Iced wine, Russian roulette - Spy x heavy

Knife party, bloody suit, French kisses, down under, great barrier thief - Spy x sniper

Bomb voyage, Scottish wine, detonators and daggers - Spy x demo

Freedom fries - Spy x soldier

French toast, French fries - Spy x pyro

Double agent, cloak & dagger, double entendre - Spy x spy

Miss. Pauling

Missfire, Cesium - Miss Pauling x Pyro

Swing and a miss - Miss Pauling x scout

Missed shots, piss mauling - Miss Pauling x sniper

Kentucky fried femslash, hits and misses - Miss Pauling x fried chicken lady

This is an ongoing list that I will be adding to when I find more ship names/ whenever people give me names to add

As an extra note, I will likely not be putting poly ships on the list purely because of the fact that it would get even more difficult to find ship names within the list as it already is

In the future I might make a separate list or section of this post but not right now

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

FICMAS - DAY 4 - CHRISTMAS WITH HIS FAMILY

Title: Scottish Christmas

Synopsis: Going to Johnny's Mother's house for Christmas.

Warnings: I need to say this before ANYONE, especially someone who IS Scottish reads this. I AM NOT SCOTTISH. I DO NOT CLAIM TO BE SCOTTISH. I researched off of a glossary of slang derived from Scots English and Scots (Scots, Scots English, Scottish Gaelic, and English are ALL spoken in Scotland) and there is no clear location that Johnny is from within Scotland, so I kept it very general, and used slang to make up for my lack of knowledge. If ANY OF IT IS INCORRECT AND YOU NOTICE, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DM ORSEND AN ASK CORRECTING IT, I don't like being wrong and I don't want to offend anyone. Happy reading and Merry Christmas

AN: I tried to write this best as possible, I'm so sorry but it might be inaccurate to some degree, I'm merely an American (not to mention currently in busy because of the season) who's trying their damnedest to make this seem really accurate, yeah?

You're in a sweater--red--and jeans, your coat hanging over it all and black. Johnny is beside you, still struggling with his mittens a little, fidgeting because after all, this is the first time you're staying for more than a dinner with his *parents.* Your suitcase is behind you--obviously with the matching pajamas Johnny forced you into for Christmas photos because "His mam will simply die if she doesn't have a good photo!" Along with other effects, the things you'll need for the next bloody week.

Johnny fixes his mits entirely and grabs your gloved hand, reaching up and knocking on the door. He makes sure the cross his mother bought him for his 18th birthday is visible. He adjusts his cross, then his sweater.

Johnny's mom opens the door, pleasantly surprised to see you both.

"Ah! You're here!" She says with the largest grin, ushering your both inside.

"Johnny, lovie, go set your gifts by the tree, yeah?"

"'Ey, Mam, missed ya, too," he remarks with a devilish smirk, causing her to glare.

"You're lucky your thlittle burd is 'ere, keepin' me from yellin'. Love ya, too, John."

He shudders from his real name being used and walks off, trudging about in his snow boots all through the house. It makes his poor mother, Mrs. MacTavish, clutch her little necklace and scoff.

"D'ya see 'im? 'E's draggin' snow 'round the feckin' hoose," She says, absolutely offended by his actions.

You shrug, "He's like that at our home, too," you admit, taking your coat off.

Mrs. MacTavish scoffs, shaking her head in disdain, "Ye poor thin', 'ere, I'll take yer coa' an' ye go sit yers'lf doon."

She practically snatches your coat from you, pointing to where to take your shoes off.

You make it about.. three steps from the living room entrance and then you're positively bombarded by Johnny's three nieces and nephews- or, at least, the ones currently walking--Amelia, Noah, and Fraser. Johnny's sister shouts for them in Scottish Gaelic, sighing as those kiddos just don't listen.

You laugh as you're tackled to the ground, each one shouting "aun'ie," or "Aunt!" or your name horribly butchered by those cute little toddlery, Scottish voices.

You hug them all, slowly getting back up from the ground, to go say hi to his sister.

"Hey, Eden. How are you?" You ask, giving a nice, polite grin to her.

She smiles fondly, "'Ello- Haw! Simmer doon, 'Melia, aff yer brot'er!" She cuts herself off, glaring daggers to Amelia, who's currently tugging the hair of her brother, Noah.

She looks back up at you, "'M dooin' brand new," she says with a sarcastic glint in her eyes, before her newest baby who's she's currently bouncing in her arms starts to fuss.

She coos to him, before sighing and kissing his forehead, singing him some nursery rhyme to try to calm him.

That's when you feel two arms snake around your waist and pick you up, causing you to yelp.

"Johnny!" You shout out in a panic, squirming as he laughs and laughs. Eden's baby turns his little head and looks up all wide eyed, starting to laugh and laugh.

Eden seems to relax, sighing in relief while you're being brutally attacked loved on by Johnny.

You finally turn around to face him with that unamused expression you give him and he sighs, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling your neck lovingly. You let out an annoyed huff, rolling your eyes with a small grin.

Dinner that night is lovely--a nice brisket with the promise of a big Christmas dinner tomorrow. Tonight Eden, the kids, and Mrs. MacTavish all bake a mince pie, a Scottish tradition you never really.. understood.

You sit beside Johnny, curled up to his side, his feet on the ottoman. He has an arm wrapped around you, rubbing your shoulder as he and Mr. MacTavish, along with his brother-in-law all gather around to watch whatever Rugby match played earlier in the week--the highlights of it. Your eyes shut and you snuggle up to his side a little further, wrapping an arm around him and letting yourself fall asleep.

He looks happy down at you, sipping on a (spiked) eggnog, reaching up to stroke your hair as you start to just... drift.

[anonymousewrites]

Apple of My Eye Chapter Eight

Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Chapter Eight: Poor Unfortunate Souls

Summary: While kidnapped by pirates, (Y/N) meets someone quite interesting.

            (Y/N) and Ben groaned as they were thrown into the cell of a pirate ship. (Y/N) shifted and sat up, but with their hands bound behind their back, they couldn’t move easily, and neither could they escape.

            “Are you alright?” said (Y/N), looking at Ben.

            He nodded, also bound. “What do you think they want?”

            “You’re the King. This is probably a ransom,” said (Y/N), clicking their tongue. “Hopefully, Evie has realized we’re gone by now and will figure it out.”

            “Hey, uh, I’m not supposed to let you guys keep talking,” said Gil, standing at the bars of their cell.

            “Can we escape?” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “No?” said Gil.

            “Then I doubt talking can hurt,” said (Y/N).

            “Oh, uh, yeah. I guess not.” Gil smiled.

            “Don’t take orders from royals, Gil.” A girl walked into the room. She had long blue braids, a pirate hat, and a blue dress with fringe. A conch shell necklace gave a clue to her identity.

            “I wasn’t ordering him,” said (Y/N), keeping their tone even. They didn’t want to make anyone into a loose cannon.

            “Sure you weren’t. All you royals do,” said the girl. “Gil, get Harry. I think we need to separate the royalty before they start plotting.”

            “Sure thing, Uma,” said Gil, hurrying out of the room.

            Uma knelt and looked through the bars of the cell. “So, what is the famed King Ben—” she spat the words “—doing here on our Isle? I would’ve thought it was a bit too…informal for you.” She sneered.

            “I—” Ben faltered. “I was looking for someone.”

            “Your girlfriend, right?” Uma smirked. “Poor Princess Mal—” again, contempt was everyone in her tone “—so worried. I’m glad she’s so weak now, though. It helps me.” She looked down her nose at Ben, whose gaze went to the floor. Uma turned to (Y/N). “And you…It took me a moment, but I recognize you. You’re definitely not Isle, but you’re one of the big ones from Auradon, aren’t you? Snow White’s kid.”

            “(Y/N),” said (Y/N) calmly.

            “No wonder Evie got so angry when you were gone.” Harry—the Scottish pirate from before that Gil had gone for—had returned. He grinned. “The TV is always talking ‘bout you two.” He tilted his head, and (Y/N) made direct eye-contact with his blue, kohl-rimmed eyes. “Have to admit, you’re way better lookin’ in person.”

            (Y/N) raised a brow and let out a surprised laugh. “Are you serious?” Were they getting flirted with when kidnapped? (Y/N) had to admit, he had guts.

            “I may not like you, but ya got looks,” said Harry.

            “Am I supposed to return the sentiment?” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes, but they had to keep from smiling in amusement.

            “I wouldn’t stop you,” said Harry, grinning.

            Ben stared in confusion. Uma sighed and rolled her eyes.

            “Harry, not right now,” said Uma, sighing. “Take this one to another cell, I don’t want them making a plan to escape.”

            “Got it,” said Harry, taking out a key and opening the cell door. He stepped in, reached down, and pulled (Y/N) to their feet.

            “Don’t touch them!” said Ben, nearly growling.

            “Ben,” said (Y/N). “Relax. Mal and the others are coming for us. Just stay calm.” They smiled and calmly walked out of the cell with Harry.

            “Are we sure he’s the king and not you?” said Harry, smirking. “Mm, probably not. He’s not…good-looking enough to be Snow White’s kid. You are, though.” He winked as he opened the cell door at the other end of the ship.

            “Am I supposed to tell you I’m flattered?” (Y/N) stepped inside and let him close the door. They leaned on the bars. “I’ve heard those lines before.”

            “Doesn’t make them less true,” said Harry, grinning and leaning on the bars on the other side.

            (Y/N) chuckled and stepped back. “How should I respond?” They gasped dramatically. “ ‘I’ve heard pirates are dashing, and you’re proving it true.’ ”

            “Not bad, Highness,” said Harry. “I thought you Auradon kids would be more…skittish.”

            “Then you kidnapped the fun ones,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            “You’re not nervous at all,” said Harry, looking at them.

            “This situation isn’t going to get better if I get nervous,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “And you haven’t hurt me.”

            Harry raised his hook. “I can. I can make ya nervous.” His other hand gripped the bars of the cell tightly, and his grin widened. “You Boradon royals think you’re untouchable, shoved us all here…You deserve everything comin’ to ya.”

            (Y/N) looked directly at him and step forward. The hook was centimeters from their front, yet they didn’t react to it.

            “Ben is trying to change things,” said (Y/N). “I am trying to change things. You don’t deserve to be here.”

            “We’re villains,” said Harry, sneering. “We’re exactly what ya sent here.”

            (Y/N) smiled at him. “Your parents were sent here by our parents. We shouldn’t continue their mistakes, on either side.”

            Harry narrowed his eyes and looked at them. They hadn’t hesitated, hadn’t flinched, hadn’t faltered. They completely believed what they were saying.

            “We kidnapped ya and your king. You can’t be serious,” scoffed Harry.

            “And Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay almost released Maleficent on Auradon,” said (Y/N). “But they decided to do more than be their parents. So we forgave them and gave them a second chance.” They tilted their head. “Is it so hard to believe that we aren’t willing to do that again?”

            Harry watched them speak curiously. “You’re…weird.” A smile began to spread across his face. “I like ya.”

            “Not just my pretty face?” said (Y/N), smiling at him.

            “That, too,” said Harry, smirking. “I know it’s a line you’ve heard before, but am I allowed to call you fairest?” He leaned on the bars, one muscular arm up to support himself.

            “Don’t let me add ‘unoriginal’ to your list of traits,” said (Y/N).

            “How about ‘Highness?’ ” said Harry.

            “Is that the best you can do?” said (Y/N), raising a brow with a smirk and a challenge.

            “I don’t think I can call you ‘love’ just yet,” said Harry with a grin. “Unless that would make the royal pleased.” He pretended to bow and rolled his eyes.

            (Y/N) laughed while Harry smirked. Strangely enough, he wasn’t bad to talk to. In fact…(Y/N) found it easy. And when their eyes met his again, they felt a strange thump in their chest.

            Harry watched them laugh, and his wild, charismatic grin fell ever-so-slightly into something softer. Not only did they have nice ideas—ideas that a less hardened version of Harry might have believed in—but they had a nice laugh. And (Y/N) had wit. They certainly weren’t boring, not in any sense of the word.

            Harry cleared his throat and removed his hook from inside the cell. “Get some rest, Highness. Big day for piracy tomorrow, and I don’t want our stars lookin’ tired.”

            “I’m fulfilling my dream—being the royal in distress in a fairy tale,” said (Y/N), laughing.

            “Better hope there’s a knight comin’ to save you,” said Harry. “Not that they’d stand a chance against my sword.” He smirked. “I’ll be keepin’ ya.”

            “I’m flattered, but in the future, remember that my family prefers glass coffins to cages,” said (Y/N) cheerfully.

            “Do you want a poison apple, too, to complete the look?” said Harry.

            “The glass coffin is enough, I think,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Harry smiled back. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

            Again, they lapsed into silence as they smiled at one another. (Y/N) realized they were just staring, coughed, and nodded to him.

            “Right. Thank you,” said (Y/N). “I guess I should rest before tomorrow. There’s going to be a fight.”

            “We’re getting’ what we want, Highness,” said Harry.

            “You can try,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “But we’re not gonna make it easy.”

            “I look forward to the challenge, then.” Harry walked out of the room and considered just how fun watching them in action could be.

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            Harry led (Y/N) up on deck where the sun shone high in the sky. Ben was already tied to the mast of the ship, and his eyes widened as he saw (Y/N).

            “(Y/N)! Are you alright?” he asked.

            (Y/N) smiled as Harry tied them to the mast. “I’m fine.”

            “Even without a nice comfy bed?” said Harry.

            “I still think a glass coffin would have fit the scene better,” said (Y/N), having a retort ready in a moment.

            Harry smirked. “Thought about it, but I can’t threaten ya properly with glass in front of ya.” He tilted their chin up with his hook.

            (Y/N)’s cheeks warmed as they met his gaze, but they were enjoying the battle of wits too much to stop now. “What about my pretty face? You wouldn’t hurt what you like to look at, right?” They grinned.

            “Would be a real pity,” said Harry, leaning over them. “What would I have to look at?”

            Ben looked extremely confused and worried at the exchange. The pair seemed way too familiar with one another, and (Y/N)’s smile was incredibly genuine—and the spark of interest in their eyes was undeniable. Not that Ben could see much better in Harry’s expression as he teased (Y/N).

            “Give it a rest, Harry,” said Uma, rolling her eyes as her first mate flirted shamelessly.

            “You said I could hook someone, and I haven’t gotten tah,” said Harry.

            Ben stiffened, and (Y/N) frowned.

            “You better hope your girlfriend comes through,” said Uma, leaning back where she sat.

            “Mmhmm,” hummed Harry.

            “But she’s not my girlfriend anymore,” said Ben.

            (Y/N)’s gaze softened. So the talk had gone that badly.

            Harry chuckled derisively, and Uma smirked.

            “Leave us alone, Harry,” she said.

            Harry’s gaze flicked to (Y/N), but then he shrugged dramatically. “Have fun playin’. I still want to hook ‘em.”

            “And if Mal doesn’t come through, you’ll get to,” said Uma. “And even if she does…” She grinned cruelly, and Harry smirked before sauntering off.

            Ben looked at Uma. “I get that you don’t deserve this.”

            Uma laughed incredulously. “This.” Her face fell into a sneer. “This island is a prison thanks to your father. And don’t pretend to look out for me because no one’s looking out for me. It’s just me.”

            “So, this isn’t your mom’s plan?” said Ben. “Isn’t that her necklace?”

            Uma touched it and rolled her eyes. “My mom doesn’t care about me, either. Well, not unless she needs someone for the night shift.”

            “Ouch,” said (Y/N).

            “I don’t need your pity,” said Uma.

            “No, you certainly don’t,” said Ben. He looked around at the pirate crew. “You’re very resourceful.”

            “You’re not tied up,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Uma chuckled and stood. “Alright. So let’s trash-talk Mal.”

            “We’d rather talk about you,” said (Y/N).

            “Funny,” said Uma, smirking. “I really hope I don’t have to feed you to the fishes.”

            “Set us free and we can all go back together,” said Ben.

            Uma gave a falsely bright smile. “Oh, so now I get an invite.” Her smile fell, and she glared. “Gee, I wonder why.” She leaned towards the Auradon kids. “When you brought Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay to Auradon, that’s as mad as I’ve ever been in my life. And trust me, I’ve been plenty mad.”

            Ben furrowed his brow. “I never thought of it like that before, that I could’ve hurt the people I didn’t pick. The plan was to start with four kids and bring more people over. I guess I was busy being King.”

            “We need to keep our word and bring more kids over,” said (Y/N). “It’s not fair to you all, to be here.” They shook their head. “We’re so sorry.” They hadn’t pushed enough, and as the months slipped away, no one else from the Isle had been brought over. It wasn’t fair to all the kids.

            Ben looked at Uma. “You’re a leader, Uma. So am I. Come to Auradon and be part of the solution.”

            “Me?” Uma raised a brow. “Part of your solution?” She paused. “Nah.” She scoffed. “I don’t need you. I’m gonna get there on my own.” She glanced over their shoulders. “Harry.” He began to walk over, and Uma touched her necklace. “Let’s see what this puppy can do.”

            Harry arrived, and Uma jerked her head at (Y/N) and Ben. “Keep an eye on them. Mal is arriving soon. You know what to do if they try anything funny.”

            Harry grinned wildly.

            “Hey, guys!” said Gil in a sing-song voice. “They’re here!”

            From the familiar tube-tunnel emerged five people—the VKs and Lonnie. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as they saw Fairy Godmother’s wand in Carlos’s hand. The pirates cheered. Harry undid the ropes holding them to the mast and pushed them forward—or, he pushed Ben into another pirate’s waiting arms and pulled (Y/N) more gently towards the middle of the ship.

            “Welcome!” said Harry.

            “Finally,” laughed Uma.

            She looked out at the VKs as they stood around the pier and glared at her. Mal stood across from her, barely a few meters of drawbridge separated them. She had a brand-new purple haircut, and (Y/N) decided they liked Mal being herself more than they liked her trying to be a “proper” Lady of the Court.

            Mal crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes. It was time to save her friends. It was time for Mal the VK to show who she was.

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Ogam Master Post

Celtic Customs: Hair

Celtic Customs: Death

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Scottish Saining

What is “Celtic”?

Sacred Animals & Their Correspondances

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Ogam Protection Charm

Reimagining the Form of Ogam Staves

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Painful Medicine T.D.M

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Power of the Weak T.D.M.

Intuitive Magick

Rebirth Shower

Healing Doll

Ogham Protection Necklace

Journal Entries

Visualization for the Clairvoyantly Impaired

Manifestation of the Spoken Word

On Religious Guilt

On Consistency

On Spirits and Animism

On Freshwater

Online Safety Concerns for Practitioners

Polls

“Baby Witch”

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Civilian clothing? Absolutely and a little Treat as well! Enjoy Lovelies!

O'Connor: Long sleeves and covered neck always, even when hot. Shes insecure about her burn scar and has enough people staring at her for a lifetime. On a very rare occasion does she wear short sleeves and it's ONLY with the 141 around. She likes rich jewel tones and soft fabrics, if it's textured it feels horrible on her skin or it's too tight on her skin, she hates how it makes her scar feels when rubbing against it. She likes silver jewelry and simple makeup, a bit of gloss and her eyes (shadow, liner, cute wing, and mascara) her nails are always painted whatever colors the sergeants pick. A skirt with nice tights or leggings and a cute boot? Yes. A nice pair of jeans with a cute belt and her old black combat boots, classic. Her hair is up, braided, ponytail, bun or beanie. It's only when she goes somewhere nice does she have it down. Her bag always has her knife, a bandana, and a hair tie along with her phone and wallet.

Price: Lumberjack, lots of well fitting flannels and cable knit short sleeve polos. Nice slacks or jeans with nice combat boots and a well kept leather belt. Nice wrist watch that was a gift from Ghost. Bucket hat that matches his flannels color, he originally only had two but Gaz found a color matched bucket hat for each shirt the man had. He didn't wear them at first but eventually indulged his partner. His beard is always well manicured and trimmed.

Ghost: Mans is unironically fashionable and only wears black. Wears long and short sleeve button ups they're all perfectly tight and hugs his chest and arms well. Soap makes sure of that. Nice jeans or slacks with a black and silver belt and his well worn combat boots. Silver wrist watch, chain necklace, and rings, with black nails. He keeps a face mask on and most times wears a beanie so his eyes and the makeup on them are the only thing seen. There's a difference between Ghost doing his eyes and Soap doing his eyes. Ghost's makeup is what he always does, smeared black nothing fancy. Soap's is intricate with liner and designs, it's still chaotic but in a beautiful way, it's perfect for Ghost.

Gaz: Fashion king, everything he wears is color coordinated with Price. Sweaters with knitted designs or embroidery over a white or black collared shirt. Well tailored black or brown slacks or jeans with a belt to match the sweater main color. Nice pair of chucks customized for Gaz by Soap as a birthday present. Lots of silver jewelry and accessories out the ass.

Roach: Nice acid washed jeans and graphic tees under an unbuttoned flannel. Nice pair of vans and goofy mismatched socks. Patterned belts, multi colored beanies, and chipped nail polish. He keeps his skateboard on him and walks around with his dog Ripley.

Soap: Punk Soap? Punk Soap... Why else the goofy hair cut? He's got a custom leather jacket with hand made patches, studs, and spikes. Graphic or band tees with ripped jeans or colored checkered pants. Well worn black combat boots with custom design embroidery. Chocker with a little ghost charm, rings and layered necklace and bracelets, as well as tongue and ear piercings. Will sometimes wears fake nose and lip piercing jewelry. Nail polish and eye makeup that matches his outfit, wears black lipstick sometimes it drives Ghost crazy.

Lil Treat height and ethnicity ( I think that what its called but idk I'm not smart)

THEY'RE ALL BRITISH ARMY!

Ghost: 6'7" (British Dad/German Mom)

O'Connor: 6'5" (Irish Mom/Scottish Dad)

Price: 6'4" (Both British Parents)

Gaz: 6'2" (Swahili Mom/British Dad)

Roach: 5'9" (British Mom/Jewish Brit Dad)

Soap: 5'7" (Both Scottish Parents)

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