#silva screen what are you up to

[idontknowreallywhy]

TAG soundtrack by the Fosters is gone from streaming.

Both Spotify and AppleMusic and all YouTube traces.

WHHHHHHHY?

I mean I know the pay is rubbish but you were making literal pence from me playing this 8 hours a day?

Genuinely cried. Might do again. It’s been my musical happy place for months.

Going to try to get hold of some eBay cds and, yeah, I have bought the mp3s and will *somehow* find a way to get them onto my iPhone via my 15 year old laptop at the weekend but that’s not the point.

Why take away our ability to share these things with each other in a legal way? Nobody’s going to buy a physical album off the back of a blog post these days, but they might give a streaming album a few listens based on one shared track.

Maybe the universe is conspiring to stop me spending the hours I had planned blogging through it, I dunno.

No point to this really, just throwing my sadness out there.

[buhbuhbuhbuhbeanz7654]

x files s1 e8 ice is like okay what if we all explored each others bodies on screen for 50 minutes

[slayfics]

Illumi comes with a warning.

900 words

Warnings: mentions of death

You sat in your room, a gentle breeze swept through bringing the fresh air in with it. It was peaceful, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone enjoying the fleeting relaxation that is so hard to come by nowadays.

Giggling at a silly video, another breeze came through, strong enough to blow your curtains this time. The rustling caught your attention, and your eyes diverted from your screen to your curtains to watch them stir. The breeze continued and with it, your curtains flowed, however, the shadow of a figure behind your curtains became visible.

You screamed at the intrusion, curtains settling down revealing the man behind the curtains. Long black hair flowing he stated, "I didn't mean to startle you."

"Illumi?!" You exclaimed confused, unsure why the assassin had appeared in your room.

"Quick, we have to go," he said shortly.

"Hu? What do you mean?" You asked, but without answering he grabbed you, moving you both a great distance from your house in a matter of seconds. Once satisfied by the distance Illumi hid with you behind a building.

"What the hell is going on?!" You asked again, irritated at the hasty removal from your peaceful room.

"Keep your voice down," Illumi instructed before explaining, "Someone has hired my father to kill you."

"WHAT!?" You yelled.

Illumi covered your mouth, "I said keep your voice down," he instructed once more. "You have to be quiet. Do you understand?"

You nodded slowly eyes wide at the information Illumi had just explained. If this was true, and someone had hired Silva to assassinate you, you were on borrowed time.

"Illumi, that doesn't make any sense. Who would pay that price to kill me?" You asked.

"I cannot tell you that," he answered.

"I just don't get it... I don't think I've pissed off anyone that much," you wondered. Before you could dispute the point any further you heard a deafening sound, something that you could only imagine was a devastating explosion.

You peered around the side of the building; the sight made your blood run cold. Your place was destroyed, only rumble where it used to be. However, the surrounding buildings and monuments were untouched.

Illumi quickly snatched you back behind the building, "Do you want to die!?" He scolded.

"Of course not! But if your father is after me, I'm as good as dead already!" You spat back, fear gripping you at accepting you were in the last moments of your life.

"No. Not if you're quiet and listen to me," Illumi stated.

You looked up at him, your mouth agape unsure if you understood him correctly, "You... you're going to help me?" It didn't make any sense to you that Illumi would go against his family business.

"My father was hired to kill you, not me," he explained. "All I have to do is kill who hired my father, then you'll be safe. My father won't have a reason to kill you if he's not collecting money for it."

"Oh. So, you- want me to pay you then? To assassinate whoever hired Silva to kill me," You clarified. Understanding now Illumi must have been coming to you for a guaranteed job.

Illumi started at you blankly, "No. I would never illicit a job that way."

Your expression mirrored the same bewildered expression Illumi had. You couldn't believe he was offering to kill someone for you without payment and for the purpose of saving your life. Your adventures had brought you two to cross paths several times, but you didn't realize how much your company had grown on him.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"Save your gratitude for after I pull this off," he said.

"Ok, so what is the plan?" You asked.

"While I hunt down and kill who hired my father, I have to keep you somewhere my father won't find easily," Illumi explained. "I think that will best be achieved if I'm able to manipulate you freely," Illumi said, holding up pins between his fingers.

You started at the pins settled between his fingers, hesitant to answer. His plan was to keep you hidden and undetectable. It makes sense that to do that he would want full control over you. Under his control, you would follow his lead without any questions or communication needed.

Yet, the thought crossed your mind of if Illumi was telling the truth. Is it possible this was a big ruse for Illumi to manipulate you easily, and without a fight? What if, Illumi was actually the Zoldyck hired to kill you, and this was his way of doing it gently?

"Hm? Don't you trust me?" he asked.

Truthfully no, no you didn't trust him. You weren't so naive to blindly believe an assassin. Yet, what was the other option?

If this was the truth and you denied Illumi's help, Silva would kill you. If this was a lie and Illumi's way of killing you softly, and you fought back, Illumi would kill you. Any way you looked at it, you only had one slim chance of survival. To hope that Illumi was being honest.

"Yes, yes I trust you." You whispered looking back up at Illumi.

"Good, this will only sting for a second," he promised, swiftly piercing you with his Nen needles.

sinners: @unofficialsapphire @illumiiiz @hyperiondickrider

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

The Good Omens Season 2 Soundtrack! 😍❤🎵

The Soundtrack CD has wonderful cover and pics and look at the brilliant booklet! :D When you open it it looks like a box with a fly! :D

Options :):

(best to use the local store of course :), the Silva Screen page is thewebpage of the recording company)

CD:

Silva Screen 15.99 €

Amazon.co.uk £10.99

Amazon.com $30.79

Vinyl:

Silva Screen 39.99 €

Amazon.com $53.99

Digital:

Silva Screen 10.99 €

More digital listening options :) (some free)

Episode description and Track Listing :):

CHAPTER 1: THE ARRIVAL - Retired angel Aziraphale and retired demon Crowley's lives are upended when a visitor arrives on the doorstep of Aziraphale's bookshop, bringing chaos. Local shopkeepers Maggie and Nina get locked in to Nina's coffee shop when Crowley loses his temper. Heaven and Hell are suspicious, and Crowley and Aziraphale have a disagreement.

1. Before the Beginning 2. Good Omens 2 Opening Title 3. Into Soho 4. Something Terrible 5. To The Bookshop 6. Maggie and Nina 7. He’s Smoking 8. Tiny Miracle 9. Heavenly Alarm Bells

CHAPTER 2: THE CLUE featuring the minisode A COMPANION TO OWLS - Heaven and Hell are determined to find the missing angel. An overheard song provides Aziraphale with a Clue. Crowley and Aziraphale visit the pub to discuss ways that humans fall in love. While almost 5,000 years ago Crowley is sent to inflict punishments on the righteous Job, God's favourite person, as Aziraphale learns at first hand about temptation, and what Gabriel will and won't believe.

10. Avaunt! 11. The Song is the Clue 12. It’s What God Wants 13. A Mighty Wind 14. Whales 15. Gabriel Returns 16. His New Children 17. Am I Awful Now? 18. Fallen Angel

CHAPTER 3: I KNOW WHERE I'M GOING featuring the minisode THE RESURRECTIONISTS - Heaven sends the angel Muriel in disguise to spy on Aziraphale and Crowley. Aziraphale drives to Edinburgh in pursuit of his Clue, and learns a little about a lot. The couple's visit to Edinburgh in 1827 involves graverobbery, a statue and an unfortunate encounter with a vial of laudanum. In the present, Crowley is in charge of the bookshop, and is disappointed by human beings and the weather.

19. Police Arrive 20. Scotland 21. We’re Going to Hell 22. People Get a Choice 23. My Car is Not Yellow 24. Beelzebub in Hell 25. The Book 26. The Fly 27. Mr. Dalrymple 28. We Need to Cut 29. I’m Going to Save Her 30. Crowley Goes Large 31. Not Kind 32. Beelzebub Isn’t Happy

CHAPTER 4: THE HITCHHIKER featuring the minisode NAZI ZOMBIE FLESHEATERS - Aziraphale's good deed of picking up a hitchhiker on his way back to Soho proves to be a serious mistake. In 1941 Crowley and Aziraphale encounter some surprising adversaries, old and new, as the Nazi spies who almost entrapped Aziraphale return as zombies from the dead, intent on preventing him from attempting a bullet catch on the West End stage.

33. Hell-O 34. Nazi Zombies 35. March of the Nazi Zombies 36. Crowley Pep Talk 37. The Magic Shop 38. Catch The Bullet 39. Zombies in the Dressing Room

CHAPTER 5: THE BALL - Aziraphale tries to bring Maggie and Nina together by organising a meeting of the Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Street Traders Association. In Hell, Shax is determined to launch a full scale attack on the bookshop, with a legion of demons at her command. Nina's heart is broken, as is a bookshop window. Gabriel has a close encounter with Mrs Sandwich and a small plate of cakes.

40. I’ll Let You Have It 41. We’re Storming a Book Shop 42. Monsieur Azirophale 43. The Candelabra 44. Here Comes Hell 45. Gabriel Gives Himself Up 46. Shax 47. The Circle

CHAPTER 6: EVERY DAY - Crowley becomes a Heavenly bee and learns the truth about the Armageddon sequel. Aziraphale defends his bookshop from Shax's army and reveals his halo, Maggie and Nina become warriors, and Jim the assistant bookseller gets some hot chocolate. Crowley and Aziraphale get to the bottom of the mystery of the Matchbox. The Metatron brings an oat milk latte, along with a final offer.

48. Bin Through the Window 49. Gabriel Leaving Heaven 50. The Halo 51. Gabriel Revealed 52. Gabriel’s Love Story 53. Leaving The Bookshop 54. Gabriel and Beelzebub 55. Crowley and Muriel 56. I Forgive You 57. Don’t Bother 58. The Biggest Decision 59. The End?

The vinyl should look like this :) (damn, it gorgeous toooo! :D):

[maggotzombie]

the day/night we met ; henry cavill

PAIRING — Henry Cavill x Reader (fem) SUMMARY — On your wedding day, your Maid of Honor prepares a special gift to which you and Henry have distinct responses. WORDS — 1,8k TW — nothing really just a lot of fluff, emotions (I cried a bit writing it), Henry in a suit 😈. A/N — Hi! I'm not dead, just quit the most toxic job ever so I'm getting back here lol Here's a short but very dear fic to me that I wrote last year but never posted. I'm so happy to finally post this! This story has been in my head for two years now and it came out better than I thought.

Song insp.: Eu Me Lembro by Clarice Falcão feat. Silva

— 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

“ALRIGHT,” YOUR MAID OF HONOR smiles, carefully wiping her tears with a napkin. “After making you cry and potentially ruining some makeup,” The room laughs. “I’ve prepared something different to end this on a high note.”

This is one of the dearest moments of your life: your wedding. You’re marrying your soulmate. Your heart could burst with love and happiness whenever.

Everything’s perfect, from your dress to the lights of the venue. Henry – your newly proclaimed spouse – has an arm around you as you listen to your family and friends' speeches about you and your love.

You found it strange when your Maid of Honor wasn’t the first to speak, but it seems she has a reason for it. Immediately, you feel anxious, but in a good way.

“When these two told me they were getting married, I knew I wanted to do something special for them,” Your best friend starts. “I just didn’t know what, but I knew it had to be something remarkable, something for them to look back and have a good laugh,” She looks at the both of you with tears in her eyes, chuckling.

You also wipe tears off your eyes, smiling back at her, and Henry tightens his embrace around you.

“So I sat down with these two, separately, and started to ask a few questions,” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows, which is an expression you know very well.

‘Oh my,’ You think. ‘What is she up to?’

“Things started to get really interesting from the start, and I decided to make a video out of it,” Your best friend winks at you. “Without further ado, enjoy it.”

With a pleasant smile, she sits down. The attention turns to the screens set around the venue.

You remember sitting with your Maid of Honor to chat about your relationship. You didn’t really understand why she wanted to do that. However, it always has been effortless talking about Henry, and you brushed it off as having something to do with the wedding.

You recall having a great time answering her questions – drinks might have been involved beforehand, but the whole process was surprisingly professional.

Your friend’s face pops up on the screen as she introduces herself. “In this little video, I wanted to talk about our lovely couple’s amazing and fun story, especially the day they met,” She explains. “Newlyweds, I love you very much, and I hope you like this little something I put together for you.”

She blows a kiss and waves. Then in fancy lettering, “A love story” is scribbled on the top-left corner of the screen, and “A story of love” on the bottom right corner. You wonder why both phrases – which convey the same thing – are on the video, but the thought quickly slips your mind when your smiling face appears on the screen.

“State your name and occupation, please,” Your friend prompts on the video, but she’s out of the shot.

You roll your eyes amusedly. “What’s this, a trial? I’m innocent, your honor!” You giggle, making everybody at the venue laugh.

You answer the question anyway, and your name also appears written on the video.

“For the purpose of… this, I’m the bride?” It sounds like a question, and you make a face, unsure of yourself.

She never explained what the video was for, in your defense.

Right after you, Henry appears. “I’m Henry, and I am the lucky groom,” He smiles brightly, looking as handsome as always.

“So, tell me, how did you meet Henry?” Your friend asks, and your smile is instant as you remember that exact day as if it was yesterday. “How did you meet Y/N?” She asks him in the next scene, and his reaction is the same.

“I was hosting a brunch,” You start, your eyes unfocused as the vivid memory plays in your mind. “And it was morning when Henry arrived.”

When he reapers, you can tell it’ll cut back and forth between you. “I was throwing a party, and she was the one that came around. I think it was three in the afternoon,” Henry replies, quite differently from you.

You scoff mockingly, looking at him by your side. He chuckles, brushing it off with a shoulder tic before you turn back to the screen.

“And I said: ‘Hi, come on in, make yourself at home,’ You know, something of the sorts,” You shrug off.

Your betrothed chuckles in the video, scratching his chin in thought. “I was the one that said hello, but she didn’t hear.”

His comment makes the venue erupt in laughter. You meet Henry’s loving gaze again and squeeze his hand, making him bring yours up to press a kiss on your knuckles.

If your shared story had different and entertaining versions until now, it’d just get better!

After being asked about first impressions of one another, he replies: “She thought I was hilarious,” He says with such confidence that is endearing.

In your turn, you laugh and cover your mouth as if what you are about to say it’s an embarrassing secret.

“Oh my god, he wouldn’t stop talking! Like a lot!” You emphasize. “And I pretended to laugh the entire time,” You say very sheepishly before throwing your head back in laughter again. “That’s terrible. I feel like I need to apologize,” You add after your fit.

“Oh, I just remembered something,” He suddenly announces, and his smile is wide as the memory toy around in his head. “Her blouse was inside out,” He chuckles, eyes focused on a spot. “She’s so adorable and such a goof, isn’t she?” He looks back at the camera.

“He loved the way I was dressed,” You giggle, visibly shivering as you physically remember the feeling of him truly looking at you for the first time.

Your friend asks another question, changing the subject slightly, but Henry shakes his head.

“Yeah, the party was great! Everybody was having a good time, but I only remember searching for her when she wasn’t near me. Trying to get another look, you know?” He says.

In turn, you scoff. “No one was dancing! I don’t remember who was taking care of the music, but it was terrible!” Your genuine response makes the room fills with laughter another time. “At least everyone had a drink in hand and ate something.”

“Oh, yes. The food was wonderful. Everything homemade,” Your partner assures with a proud nod naively.

“I bought everything off Tesco,” You rushedly confess, throwing your head back in laughter again.

Back to the present moment, you’re wiping the new tears from the corners of your eyes due to laughter. You love the good energy around the room as your guests and yourself enjoy the video your Maid of Honor made.

Now you understand both phases in the beginning, and although you and Henry have very distinct versions of the day you met, you love both of them and the feelings they bring you.

However, something changes in the next second of the video. For the first time, on a split-screen, you two appear together.

“When I saw him, I knew it (When I saw her, I knew it),” You both say simultaneously. “She (He) was the person I’d spend the rest of my life with,” You continue.

Glancing at him, you’re surprised to see he’s already looking at you. Then you exchange a knowing look. It seems like you got on the same page in this part of the video.

“And that’s how I realized that life put him (her) in my life,” You say in unison. “On that Tuesday (Thursday) of September (December),” Your responses overlap with each other, drawing amused reactions from people.

“That’s why I remember everything, of every second,” Both of you state, which is downright ironic at this point. “Ask me anything that I remember.”

“I remember,” You proudly declare with a grin but, this time, by yourself.

And so does Henry. “I remember,” He nods with a beam.

The video ends there, and the room erupts in applause, whistles, and hollered praises.

Words couldn’t describe the dazzling feelings you’re experiencing if you wanted to. You can’t be more grateful to your friend for this treat either. And, of course, the man you now get to call your husband.

The spotlight of attention returns to you as you’re exchanging the most enamored gaze ever. Henry leans in and presses his lips to your forehead, making you close your eyes. Slowly, you allow all those remarkable sensations to wash over you.

When you reopen your eyes, you smile at him before looking at your Maid of Honor. “Thank you so much for this extremely thoughtful gift. We both loved it a lot.”

Henry confirms with a head gesture.

“Words won’t do justice to how much you’re special to me. I’m just so grateful I get to share such a special and meaningful moment of my life, like this one, with you,” Your voice cracks at the end, and you smile, trying to hold your tears at bay as you can see she’s doing the same. “So I can’t thank you enough.”

As the room gets loud with another round of applause and cheers, she smiles, mouthing an “I love you too” to you. Wiping your tears carefully one more time, you chuckle.

“Although, I only have one question,” You announce, making the room pipe down. “Was my blouse really inside out?” You giggle as you look back at Henry.

Your husband starts to laugh. “Yeah,” He confirms bashfully. “Yeah, it was,” He nods as your guests join you in laughter.

“Oh, God. I can’t believe it,” You shake your head in embarrassment. “I also would like to point out that my husband clearly has a lot of experience with interviews,” You remark, addressing the room. “I feel kinda bad after saying I was pretending to laugh at his jokes when he’s all loving and caring,” You rejoin your friends and family in fun.

“I do tell bad jokes,” Henry concedes in your defense. “I love how genuine you are, and you’re loving and caring to me, too,” You nearly melt at his famous Hollywood-star smile.

The sound of ‘aww’s’ fills the room. “You see what I’m dealing with?” You joke, making everybody chuckle.

You give him a chaste but affectionate peck on the lips. Your wedding coordinator decides it’s time for the first dance to open the floor to make your guests burn some energy after the buffet.

And so, feeling the most secure and happy while pressed against your husband’s chest with his arms around you, you swing slowly. By sharing the same air, the same space, and the same feelings, you can’t think of anything better.

It all started on a Tuesday morning in September for you. But for him, it was a Thursday afternoon in December. Now, it is a Saturday evening in November that you’ll never forget.

You will remember. Everything. Of every second.

[crowandmousewritingco]

Pairing: Silva x m!reader

Words: 1 k

Summary: You get bored at the movies, and you get an idea.

Author: Mod Mouse

Warnings: Handjobs, praise, choking, cum eating. I might have missed a few tags, but this is a work of 18+ MDNI.

“You’ll never run from me!” The villain of the movie yelled as the team of protagonists escaped his evil traps. You rolled your eyes. This movie was not holding your attention, despite the many trailers you saw for this movie that made it seem more exciting than it really was. So that gave your brain to turn its attention elsewhere. Specifically this time to Silva. 

Silva, your partner, was taking in the movie, the now empty popcorn bucket sitting beside him in an empty chair leaving his lap unoccupied. Seeing his empty lap you smirked, getting a naughty idea. Turning your attention back to the big screen, you let your hand wander. First down his hairy arms that would hold you close on so many nights, down to his belly which you loved to nuzzle your cheek against whenever he finished in your mouth. 

Noticing your movement brought Silva’s attention to your hand. His eyebrow rose in questioning, but you ignored him as your fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt. Silva inhaled sharply as your hand brushed his now growing bulge, and you smirked. 

Deftly and with a clink the belt came apart allowing your fingers to play with the button of his jeans. “Darlin�� what are you doing?” He asked under his breath. 

“Nothing…daddy,” You smirked and slipped your hand down his pants, swiftly taking his growing cock into your hands. 

At the touch, Silva moaned and quickly covered his mouth, but no one else was in the theater. “Come on daddy I wanna hear you,” You teased as you pulled his half hard cock out. With a few more pumps he grew to the full length, his hardness feeling firm in your grasp. The length that got you off on so many nights. The cock that could be both soft and loving when you deserved a treat and hard and pounding when you were bratty. 

“F-Fuck,” He moaned as your thumb slide up the base across the vein that ran the length of his dick. A favorite place for you to lick.

You chuckled at his response and continued watching the movie, languidly stroking him up and down. Each touch, Silva was getting more and more worked up. Soon his grunts and moans were growing louder and louder. A shit eating grin graced as you watched him grow undone from your touch. 

“Shit baby boy fuck,” He panted as his cock twitched, loving the attention it was getting. 

“Oh is Daddy gonna cum?” You asked teasingly as you slowed your pumps to an almost still. 

Silva whipped his head towards you and with his other hand gently choked you, squeezing the sides of your neck. “If you stop strokin’ me and I get blue balls, I’m gonna make that ass of yours black and blue.” He growled and you moaned. Silva rarely went into such a dom energy but you always enjoyed every minute when he did. 

“I won’t stop daddy,” You moaned as your hands sped up, squelching sounds filling the area as his precum lubed your hands. 

“Good boy,” He praised, releasing your neck. “Just like that babe,” Silva panted. “I’m gonna–agh!” His head pressed against the plush seats as his seed spilled onto your hands in fast spurts. You made sure to keep pumping until all of his delicious cum was milked out. 

Silva breathed heavily as his cock shrank down to flaccid form. You scooped all the seed off of him. It pooled on your fingers as you licked your lips. Silva rolled his head to look at you and moaned as you licked your fingers one by one making sure not a drop was missed. 

With a growl Silva kissed you hungrily tasting himself on your lips and tongue. You kissed him with zeal letting your own horniness fueling your motions. Silva broke off from you and leaned in to whisper into your ear. “Don’t think I’m done with you. I wanna see you come on my hand.” Silva choked you again. 

“Yes daddy,” You moaned in response, letting Silva’s kiss dominate you. 

“In front of me now,” He commanded, letting go of your neck. 

Quickly you removed your pants, letting your own erection pop out. You bit your lip as the cool air hit your hard cock. Just like you done to him, Silva teased his fingers up and down your length smirking with every twitch of your cock. 

“Such a good boy aren’t you,” Silva cooed and rubbed the tip of your cock with his thumb gathering the precum bubbling to the surface. He gathered some on his finger and brought it to his lip savoring the saltiness. “Delicious as always.” 

“Thank you daddy,” You moaned as Silva grasped your cock once again. You inhaled sharply as Silva slowly pumped your cock up and down. 

He glanced up and moaned at the sight. The movie made your silhouette glow with glow of the explosions. “Such a pretty sight,” He praised jerking you faster. As much as he wanted to draw this out to tease you, he much rather see you come undone by his hand. 

“I want you to come for me on the count of three. Can you be a good boy for me?” Silva commanded as he stared up at your form. You nodded unable to form words for you as the pleasure grew more and more. 

“Good boy. Now 3…2…1… come for me!” With one final jerk your cock twitch as you came thick ropes over Silva’s hand. Silva purred as your cum covered his hand gathering in him palm. “Mmmmm just like that good boy,” He praised as you came down from your high. 

As your breath evened out and your cock softened, Silva let go and brought his hand to his lips, mimicking your previous movements. He moaned at the taste of your release making sure no drop was wasted. “Delicious as always.” 

“Thank you daddy,” You blushed as you pulled your pants back on. Silva smiled and pulled you in by your belt loops and you sleepily sat in his lap curling into his chest. You yawned and Silva chuckled. “Rest I’ll wake ya up when it ends.” You hummed and so drifted off to sleep with the sounds of explosions being your lullaby.

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[ericamarie093]

Head Cannon: Scent of a man

A/N: This was running in my brain when I borrowed my hubby's deodorant this morning and thought of the Pedro characters I like. I imagined as to what scents would be on a shirt that is borrowed from them. I made some up based on the clothes in the screen shots I saw. If i forgot any, it's only because I was distracted by my hubby. ;-) Please feel free to add to this long list and what you think they would smell like!

Pedro: sunshine, Old Spice deodorant (10 essentials video), mint gum, coffee

Joel: sawdust, sweat (in a good way), pine, juniper (all the nice woodsy smells)

Javi P: Brut aftershave, cigarette smoke, tequila

Javi G: coconut, pool water, champagne

Marcus P: red wine, old books, tea

Dieter: patchouli, marijuana, sage, nicotine gum

Marcus M: cinnamon, vanilla, bread, jalapeno

Marcus A: sweat (in a good way), dirt, blood

Frankie: motor oil, mint, bubble gum

Max P: dirt, blood

Max L: Calvin Klein Obsession For Men

Pero: dirt, sweat (in a good way), gunpowder

Dave: Ivory soap, Afta aftershave

Lucien: cedarwood, mint

Ezra: lavender, eucalyptus

Whiskey: whiskey (obviously), hay, leather oil

Veracruz: sweat (in a good way), dirt

Oberyn: sand, citrus, salt water

Silva: hay, sweat (in a good way), red wine

[the-silver-chronicles]

Siblings Q&A | Silva & Elsa Omar ONESHOT

Tagged by @raresbaby and @inafieldofdaisies

Tagging @voidika @icecutioner @socially-awkward-skeleton @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @direwombat @strangefable @strafethesesinners @rhettsabbott @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @imogenkol @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @cassietrn @carlosoliveiraa @adelaidedrubman @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @aceghosts @turbo-virgins @shellibisshe @deputy-morgan-malone @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @sleepyconfusedpotato @titiagls @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries and @nightwingshero + anyone else who wants to join. Taglist here.

Hey guys, SimpleGenius here! Decided to turn this short Q&A into a legitimate Oneshot for The Silver Chronicles, involving two OCs of mine; Silva and her younger half-sister, Elsa, set in a time in Hope County where Silva had no knowledge of Eden's Gate and the Omar's experienced a time of normalcy. There should be nothing but fluff, yes-siree. Oneshot below the cut:

The buzz of the worn-out camcorder complimented the numbing visuals of the frozen static, but swiftly the unused device booted up.

The specter on the screen was both haunting and ethereal, a memory from a time so much simpler. A normality so sparse in time.

With her trusty camcorder in hand, Elsa admired herself in the mirror. Hair twisted in many small blonde braids, wearing a white sundress laced with magenta patterns that looked like flowers.

The camcorder fizzled, the screen going blank for a moment. She gave it a good whack, faded red paint dusting her black gloves, and the camcorder proceeded to work like normal.

Elsa carried the camcorder away from the mirror, passing through into a lounge. Her hermana, dressed in a yellow flannel and black jeans, her dark hair flowing past her shoulders, seated on their couch having a cup of coffee.

"You ready, Sylvie?" Elsa asked, shuffling cards out of frame. Sylvester placed her cup onto the coffee table, laced gloves fixing creases on a dress she's not wearing. Realizing this, she stops the action and awkwardly cups her knees.

"Si, uh, seguro," Sylvester muttered out, clearing her throat, "How does this work?"

"Essentially, from what Rae-Rae told me, this is a fun little game where siblings answer questions for that net-work mambo-jumbo," Elsa explained, and again shuffled the flash cards she prepared.

"And since we're both sane enough to not invite people to put their noses into where they don't belong, I thought maybe, instead of doing this for strangers, we do it for Persephone," Elsa elaborates further.

Sylvester blinks, grey eyes staring at her younger hermana like a doe caught in headlights. She tilts her head, her right cheek sunk in, chewing her inner cheek.

"Elsa, she's una," Sylvester points out.

"Yeah, I know that," Elsa sighs, understanding but exasperated, "But she won't be for long. When she's older, we can show her this. Let her get to know her mamá and tía some more."

Sylvester's lips didn't quite frown, but she wasn't unconvinced either. "Derecha," she nodded, still wrapping her head around the camcorder's functions.

Elsa was likely grinning behind the camcorder, "Exactly! Now, to make this a bit more fun, I shuffled the questions out of order. Now let's begin."

Elsa showed the flash cards, the shuffle complete, and flipped over the first one.

"Question 19: Who has the worst ideas?" Elsa asked aloud.

Sylvester snorted, uncharacteristic of the person she's supposed to be, a small teasing smile on her healing chapped lips, "Well we both know who that is."

Elsa let out an exaggerated gasp, feigned offense, "Why Sylvie, I am but a respectable, humble and pious shopkeeper. Do you insinuate that I am anything but?"

"Bold words coming from the local daredevil who likes to worry her hermana to near-death," Sylvester retorts, arms crossed.

"...I'm guessing Rae-Rae snitched about my escapes on her roof?"

Sylvester had no need to answer, though Elsa must have seen that she had nothing to worry over, as Sylvester's smile held only amusement.

"Next question," Elsa declared, moving on, "Number 7: Most stable romantic life?"

Both wondered briefly, and Elsa states, "I gotta give this one to you Sylvie. You managed one relationship with Irene far longer than any ones I've had in our time here."

Sylvester narrows her eyes at Elsa, raising a quizzical brow, "Is that so? You and Ezekiel were like two peas in a pod every time you both talked with each other."

"That was brief, and we weren't official. Just some one-upping through flirtation. And he had been a real jerk at first, remember? At least you and Irene had a better start," Elsa deflects, waving a hand onscreen as she desperately denied her hermana's accusations.

Sylvester merely nods her head in feigned agreement as Elsa brings out the next question.

"Question 12: Best memory together?"

Sylvester leaned back on the couch, looking up for a moment. With Sylvester pondering which memory she liked the most, Elsa already found one.

"I'd say buying this residence," Elsa admits, "A place we can forever call our home. Wouldn't you agree?"

Sylvester looked to Elsa, and gave a short nod, "Si, it is up there. But... I'd say my favorite would be when it first rained. Just... playing and dancing like kids do... like we should have been allowed to do."

Elsa must have sensed the solemness in her voice, and replied, "At least we got to do it."

Sylvester hummed, appreciative of that fact.

"Question 15: Would you rather not being able to shower for a month or have the same clothes for a month?"

Sylvester was immediate in her response, "Not shower for a month, obviously. We can just bathe in baths instead."

Elsa laughed, cheerful and loud, "Never thought you'd be the one to take advantage of a loophole Sylvie."

Sylvester smile wholeheartedly, grey eyes sincere as she admitted, "I learned the best from my crafty little hermana."

"Aww," Elsa lightheartedly cooed, and proceeded forward, "Question 5: Who sleeps the most?"

Sylvester raised her hand, "Mother of one very curious and fussy niñita, right here."

"No arguments there," Elsa replied, "Question 14: Dream trip together?"

In a moment of synchronized thought between hermanas, they both state, "Spain."

"Question 16: Who's the older one?"

Sylvester raised her hand once again. Elsa flipped to the next flash card, "Question 10: Who had a weird phase?"

Both pondered for a moment, trying to think of any moment in their lives of such a phase.

"I don't think we were ever given a chance to do so," Elsa states. Sylvester hummed in agreement, shaking her head in confirmation.

"Alright then! Question 6..."

Elsa paused, reading the flash card: 'Who's Mom and Dad's favorite? (If there is one?)'

Sylvester waits, worry building in her gut, and asks, "What's the question?"

Elsa hesitated, but responded, "Who's.... mo- ahem, father's favorite..."

Sylvester briefly gaped, but recovered, stating, "Well, we both know the answer to that question is neither of us."

Elsa hummed, throwing the card away as she proceeded with the next one, "Question 18: Role Model? Mine's you, of course. But who's yours Sylvie?"

"I'd have to say Paul," Sylvester mustered out, clearing her throat, "He saved me after all. Raised me. Gave me something that we were denied."

"I wish I got to meet him," Elsa admits, "From what you told me, he was funny and dramatic."

Sylvester smiled at Elsa's words, "You two would have adored each other."

Allowing Sylvester a moment to keep herself together, Elsa proceeded to the next card, "Question 3: Who eats the most?"

She raised her hand this time, the various rings displayed for the camcorder to catch, "That'd be me! Speaking of which..."

Sylvester cringed, swiftly adding, "I had a sandwich earlier."

But Elsa was not deterred, "While that's good, you skipped breakfast nor have you had any fruits or snacks prior to lunch."

"I'll have something later," Sylvester flimsily promised. Elsa, not satisfied, retorts, "I'll hold you to that."

"Question 8: Worst habit of each one?"

Sylvester sighed, "Well, you already know mine. Though your recklessness is concerning considering your condition Elsa."

"I'm not made of glass, Sylvie."

"Elsa, your bones are brittle and break easily."

"...Okay I'm a little like glass, but I'm not stupid. I can take care of myself. I know what I'm doing when I climb a tree, or go bungee jumping or help Rae-Rae around her farm," Elsa defends. Her hermana replies, "I... I know that Elsa, but even so, you've been seeking out riskier and riskier thrills lately, and I can't... help but worry."

"I appreciate it," Elsa assures, and adds, "But you worry way too often."

Sylvester doesn't argue, and Elsa takes advantage of the momentary silence, "Question 4: Who has been on the weirdest situations?"

Neither hermana could think of either one being in a "weird" situation. Sylvester opted to gesture to Elsa, "Well, given your escapades so far, I vote you."

Elsa huffed, "Seeking thrill is not the same as getting stuck in chance and strange situations."

"And how likely am I going to be in such situations?"

Elsa mumbles, indistinctly playful, and moves on, "Question 20: A GIANT insect is on the wall, who's taking care of it?"

Sylvester raises a brow, "Whoever finds it first."

"Pfft, a bug ain't that scary," Elsa comments, "Question 17: Describe each other in three words."

Elsa and Sylvester held gaze for a moment blurted out their answer.

"My badass worrywart-hermana." "Daring little hermana."

There was a silent beat before both responded to such descriptions.

"Surely that is four words, Elsa," Sylvester argued, but Elsa interrupted with her pointer finger as she replied, "Ah, but you forget my lovely older hermana, the power a hyphen holds."

Sylvester shook her head in disbelief, but did not debate further as Elsa brought forth the next question, "Question 1: Who looks the... ah mierda, another one?"

'Who looks the most like dad?' the question read.

"Is it another relating to... him?" Sylvester tested, her lips pursed in a thin line, her voice softer and quieter than normal. Her grey eyes dulled, hands clenched into her jeans.

Elsa sighs, a hand going out of the camcorder's view, probably to play with her blonde locks, and most likely undo a braid in the process.

"I... Do you mind if we skip this one?" Elsa asks, and Sylvester eagerly nods, much to Elsa's relief, "Question 11: Best cook of the family?"

Elsa answers before Sylvester could have a chance, "Yeah, I can't cook for shit, that's you right there, Sylvie."

Sylvester closes mouth, making no comment on Elsa's lack of culinary skill. Elsa flips the next flash card, "Question 9: Who's the most dramatic?! Why that would be me!"

Sylvester nodded with absolute certainty.

"Question 8: Worst habit of each one?"

Sylvester beat Elsa to the tea, "I got this. I'm a nagging worrywart who forgets her own needs sometimes, and you, mi querida hermana, are a crafty daredevil with a big ego that often gets you into trouble."

"Hah! Wow, you know me so well," Elsa said, flipping to the next flash card, but mentions, "However, you're wrong in your description; you're not a nagger."

Sylvester doesn't visibly react to this, but she seems to be stuck in a forlorn gaze. However, the next question snaps her out of this odd pause, and Sylvester listens attentively.

"Question 13... uh, worst memory together?"

Sylvester and Elsa pondered together, brainstorming.

"Our entire childhood was jodido and never the best," Elsa mentions. Sylvester frowns, and points out, "Si, but the run for the docks weren't any better."

Elsa couldn't not hum in agreement, and she moves on, "Last Question. Number 2: Who looks the most like mom...?"

Sylvester looks baffled as Elsa blows a raspberry, "Irrelevant. We've never met nor did we have the same mother."

Elsa throws away that flashcard out of the camcorder's view, much to Sylvester's visible annoyance.

"And... that's it. We finished the game. Yay!" Elsa lightly cheered, her camcorder focusing on Sylvester, "So... food for thought?"

Silva watched herself, younger and with so much more innocence, more hope, than she had now. The camcorder in her gloved hands was running hot, the flashing sunset-red indicating a coming end, but she could care less, holding onto the memory in her hands for as long as she could.

Sylvester chewed her inner cheek and said, "Besides two nosy ones, I'd say it was... nice?"

Elsa's mock offended gasp was as exaggerated as the younger hermana's mannerisms had always been, "Just 'nice'? This is a memorial moment for the both of us. It is evidence for Persephone to watch and rewatch for years to come."

Elsa placed the camcorder on the coffee table, and sat down next to Sylvester on the couch, a big grin spread out, pearly teeth shown. She grabs a hold of Sylvester's laced gloved hands, despite the latter's exasperation over the former's words.

"Wasn't it you who emphasized the importance of this? To immortalize ourselves through memories our family can visit decades after we're gone? Whether it be through ink, our voices or our image? You have to agree that this is quite a viable way to do that," Elsa assures Sylvester, who's doubt dissipated the longer she thought.

The camcorder began to buffer, the orange-red blinking faster, but Silva continued to watch, wanting to savoir this for as long as she could.

Sylvester's grey eyes looked to Elsa, softly asking, "Okay. But I have to ask; are you sure?"

Elsa laughed, her dimples caught by the camcorder's lens, as she says-

Nothing.

The camcorder's screen was blank, only reflecting Silva. The blinking light gone, the heat prevalent, and despite desperately pushing the power button repeatedly, Silva knew she wouldn't get those reassuring words she needed to hear. Not now. Nor ever again.

Silva's shoulders slumped, still sat down on the old wooden floor in the decrepit corpse of her home. The home she had taken care of for almost a decade. Even after her hermana's death, despite the ache for her visits. Even after Persephone's passing, though the yearning for her hija's laughter echoing in the halls hurt more and more with their absence.

And now... her residence, her home, was nothing more than a burned and decrepit husk full of dust and debris. All the memories that mattered, all the memories she held close to her, the journals, the photos, the shrines they rested under, were all tattered and ripped and frayed and singed and gone. Just gone.

And now... with exception to Silva's own visage of Elsa... the last thing of her hermana that she could have shown to her familia, could no longer function. The Collapse had reduced the resources required to charge such a small device to ash. Even if something survived, the camcorder was aged, and had some bugs.

Silva flipped the lid screen closed, clutching the little camcorder in her gloved hands, pushing it against her chest as she let out a shaky breath. The foliage that claimed her house rustled as a breeze swept past.

She shook where she sat, holding onto the pain, the knowledge that change has come and another chance away from her before she could appreciate it.

The wood creaked, and Silva didn't want to look at her amor's beautiful face, didn't want to shoulder her with more of her own pain and grief. But a dainty hand cupped her face, and Silva couldn't resist, relenting to her beloved's request.

Her tearful grey eyes connected with the warm green of Faith's. Her beloved, her esposa, her amor. Her Faith.

I am hers. And she is mine. As we both vowed.

And Silva wouldn't hide herself away from her. Couldn't. Even if she tried. How could she? They both knew the best and worst of each other. Intimately.

There was no judgement pitting them against one another anymore. Like now, there was only understanding. The grief for a present that they could no longer return to.

Silva did not resist the tears that fell across her cheeks. Nor did she push away Faith when she wrapped her arms around her. An embrace that held a strength that others underestimated about her. Both possessive and a comfort. All to tell Silva, I'm here.

Silva felt two more pairs of arms hold around her. The first was of her inventive Azriel, her grip unyielding as she buried herself into Silva's shoulder, just like she had done when she found her at age nine.

And the second came from her youngest. Her Mercy, clutching onto her with small hands, light-brown hair nuzzling into her body, perhaps not quite knowing why her madre was sad now that they were out of the bunker, but doing her best to lighten the load with her presence.

Silva placed down the old camcorder, and did her best to compensate in the embrace by wrapping her arms around her Faith and precious hijas. Her familia.

The grief was ever present, but this time, Silva would not be lost to it.

[A/n] I lied, the fluff was merely a front, there's only angst here. Well, mostly at least. Set before Old Dusk (the New Dawn WIP), with only a camcorder showing pre-Silva's Hope stuff. They probably only recently left Silva's bunker and well, Silva's obviously gonna be depressed about the state of everything. At least she has her family to keep her grounded? Also I haven't written in a while, so if it was repetitive or tone death, my bad, I've been trying to get my motivation back. Anywho, hope you enjoyed this lovely (and angsty) oneshot, and see y'all in the next one!

[youreacroftlara]

Here’s a little preview of my upcoming Avatrice celebrity AU that’s partly inspired by Taylor Swift x Travis Kelce.

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Ava’s posture oozes confidence, which is impressive for someone so young when the room is filled with so many reporters.

Beatrice listens intently, her book long forgotten, as Ava answers questions about her upcoming match.

She speaks professionally about her preparations, her team's strategies, and her unwavering dedication to the sport. But every so often, she’ll crack a joke or flash a bright, playful smile that endears her to both the reporters and Beatrice.

It’s infectious, and Beatrice finds herself becoming increasingly smitten with Ava’s mannerisms, not to mention the subtle hint of an accent that is quite sexy.

The questions posed to Ava are fairly straightforward, and for the most part are to do with football – Beatrice wishes that she was more up to speed on the sport, but alas, she’s always found rugby to be more entertaining.

The press conference continues along, until one reporter asks Ava about her recent attendance at Beatrice’s concert. “You were at the Beatrice Young gig at Wembley on Saturday night, how was it?”

Betarice’s eyes are glued to the screen as Ava laughs at the question, her cheeks reddening.

“It was awesome yeah!” the football player answers, her smile right and wide. “Although, I was a little butt hurt I didn't get to hand her one of the bracelets I made for her. If you're up on her concerts, there are friendship bracelets handed out. I received a bunch of them, but I wanted to give Beatrice one with my number on it.”

Beatrice gasps out loud to her empty room, her heart in her throat at what’s just been said. Ava Silva wanted to give her a bracelet with her number on it? What did that mean?

The reporter echoes Beatrice’s thoughts with his next question, “Are you referring to 83, your shirt number or your phone number?”

With what can only be described as a ‘shit eating grin’ Ava winks at the camera, “I’ll let you figure that one out.”

The room erupts in laughter and shared whispers, and Beatrice's cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson.

[cookieeks-art]

Sorry for the delay, but here it finally is! A synopsis for the superhero au! (please note that details like names of locations can very much change in the future):

The strange case (title pending)

Our story takes place on a fairy tale island which has since long gone through it’s own sort of industrial revolution, and where the stories of kings and queens are for the most part ancient history. F7 is a group of hero’s who’s main headquarters is in Goldcity in the small central country of Mitlandia, which is also the county where the security company White Apple originates and is still mainly situated. White Apple was mainly ran by Mr White, but after Mr White is suddenly placed into a coma it’s taken over by his wife Regina White. As Regina steps into her new role the daughter of Mr White, Snow White, starts to grow suspicious of her stepmother, noticing how dismissive she seems of her fathers situation, and the strange decisions she’s made for the company since taking control.

At the same time a few smaller White Apple facilities have started to experience thefts and break ins by an unidentified masked individual. This individuals civilian identity is that of Dr Edda Andersdotter PhD, a analytical chemist who moved to Mitlandia for work at Silva labs, a small independent lab, and to put some more distance between herself and her relatives.

One day F7 in alerted to a break-in in the main White Apple building, and goes to stop it, in which they begin to uncover what Regina has truly been up to alongside Snow White and has their first encounter with the strange masked individual who introduces themselves as Doctor Hyde.

This, is also a romance.

Now, here’s some small sketches!:

I might change designs for the super hero suits in the future, as I’m currently going back and forth on if they should have masks or not. I don’t really imagine any of them having any secret identities, so the masks might the sort of pointless, but it’s about the aesthetic you know.

(ID in alt and under cut)

[ID:

A collection of pencil sketches that have been photographed and digitally shaded with warm grey tones.

First sketch depicts my oc Edda (A pale chubby woman, with deep eyebags, brown hair and grey eyes) and Snow White from Red shoes and the seven dwarfs, but from my superhero au. Edda’s hair is cut short, and she’s dressed in a dark button up shirt, a knee length office skirt, an open lab coat, and a lanyard with an attached card. She’s standing with her hands inside her pockets. Snow is wearing a blouse with short puffy arms, a belt, an office skirt and a lanyard with an attached card as well. She’s holding a file under her arm as she waves at the viewer. In the right corner there is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

Second sketch depicts my oc Edda and Arthur from Red shoes, in the superhero au. Edda is dressed in a dark button up, belt, dark pants and shoes. Arthur is dressed in full plate armour, carrying a helmet under his arm. He’s holding out a flower to Edda, smiling with hearts in-front of his face, while Edda looks down at the flower in confusion. In the right corner there is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

The third sketch depicts my oc Edda and Arthur from Red shoes, in the superhero au. Edda is dressed in a double-breasted vest, dark shirt, and dark cravat, with her hair pulled back with a hair band. She’s looking at something off screen with a perturbed expression. Arthur is dressed in full plate armour, and is holding a sword in front of Edda, while holding his cape over her back and looking at something off screen. In the right corner there is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

The fourth sketch features Merlin from Red shoes in the superhero au. He’s dressed in a super suit with lightning designs over his shoulders and waist, with the swirl designs from is original outfit on his stomach, along with a belt, a pair of gloves and a mask covering his eyes. He’s smiling at the viewer while making a finger heart. In the right corner there is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

The fifth sketch is of Jack from Red shoes in the superhero au. He’s wearing a super suit styled like is original clothes from the movie, but with dark accent to the sides, a par of diamonds encrusted gloves, a mask that covers all but his lower face (safe his chin) and the top of his hair, the swirls from his original vest placed on his arms under a dark pair of shoulder pads, and the invisibly cloak which he now carries around his neck. He’s looking at something off screen with a serious expression, lifting up his fist as if readying for a fight. In the right corner there is a signature reading “Cookieek”.

End of ID]

[romanthesecond]

“Daddy.” Roman said as he stared at the TV. When he didn’t get a response, he repeated himself a bit louder. After a few more seconds of silence he yelled, “DADDY!”

“WHAT? Fuck, hold on, Logan, give me a second,” Remus said, putting down the hair brush before going and poking his head in the living room. “What’s up, my royal sperm?”

Roman pointed at the screen, which displayed an advert for a new line of plastic crowns, and his dad groaned.

“No. You already have so many crowns, babydoll. Like, a trunk full of them.”

What a total lie! He had a shelf for his crowns, his trunk held his toy swords.

“I want a new gold one. Or I’ll tell Papa to tell Pastor Collins that you swore.” Roman threatened, but his dad just snorted.

“Trust me, Pastor Collins knows I swear. Plus, you tried that threat last week when you wanted a third milkshake.”

Roman scowled, and took a deep breath in preparation.

“Roman Junior Silva Sanders, if you throw another screaming fit I will scream right back at you.”

Roman growled, crossing his arms as he glared at his dad. He was fully prepared to scream anyways, but he was stopped by his little brother wandering into the room.

“No.” Logan stated.

“No, what?” Remus asked, raising a brow.

The toddler simply pointed at his dad, then his big brother, and shook his head.

“No. Silence.” Logan ordered before heading back into the kitchen to work on the robot he was building out of random household objects.

[protect-daniel-james]

Sneak peek of Jason/Eddie trying to figure out why Anthony Gordon is acting the way he is (trying to seduce Howe), a.k.a. the best detective duo ever. Under cut.

Jason tilted his head. "Eddie, come on. Where did Gordon come from?"

"Everton."

Jason raised his eyebrows. Come on, Eds. Think about it.

"Nah, nah - that's insane."

Jason's raised eyebrows and the doubtful smile that played on his lips didn't seem to agree with Eddie. He picked up the tablet that was on the table and after unlocking it, his fingers ran over the screen. Eddie waited tensely. "Anthony Michael Gordon," JT uttered in an almost solemn tone, as if he'd just announced the winner of a poll. "Born February 24, 2001. Youth team: Liverpool FC, was released from there. Everton since 2012." He put the tablet back down on the table and clasped his hands together. "He had been at Everton since he was eleven. Spent a few months at Preston North End. I think that narrows our circle of suspects quite a bit. If we reckon he was at least legal - "

"Jesus Christ. That's grim."

Instead of answering, JT picked up the tablet once again. "And that it wasn't anyone from here," he added to lighten up the mood but Eddie visibly jerked, as if stung by a bee.

"Here?" he said in disbelief. His eyes searched in JT's face for an assurance that it was meant as a joke. "No, no - " He slapped his palm triumphantly on the table. "He said something - wait! - he talked about before, before, he didn't say when but he mentioned something that made it clear it was elsewhere - "

Jason looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm sure! He made this stupid joke about putting this - info - down in his contract. Or in his transfer request when he wanted to get out of Everton. Anyway - " Eddie cooled off his victorious grin. "That's beyond the point. I trust the people we work with here one hundred percent. Besides, he made it pretty clear this was about a gaffer, not a masseur or physio."

Jason nodded, working something out on his tablet. "Here we go." He smirked. "Koeman. Who the hell knows with him. But Anthony would have been barely sixteen and in the academy. Why would Koeman even know about him." 

Eddie shook his head. His teeth were clenched; the lighthearted tone in which JT spoke didn't seem appropriate for the subject.

"David Unsworth," Jason continued. "Who the hell is even that? Interim. How would he even have time for this? Keep in mind Anthony is still sixteen and not in the first team."

"Jesus Christ."

"Big Sam. Would you look at that. I doubt he even knew half of his first squad. But, this is where Tony lad debuts for the first team in Europe. Wow," he raised his eyes from the screen, ready to make the joke. "Everton in Europe. Must have been ages ago. Marco Silva? Who knows. Big Dunc Ferguson? Nah, he loves the club, he would never do something like that to an academy player. Ancelotti? Come on. Anthony would shit himself. Benítez? He hated Everton, and wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole. Big Dunc again, no chance." Eddie, who had been nodding along to the names, remembering the managers who led Everton for a few months or years throughout Gordon's spell, noticed the all-telling pause that Jason made. Their eyes met.

"Lampard."

One of them said it, or maybe they both did; maybe Jason voiced what Eddie's lips wordlessly whispered.

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗋

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ‘𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇’ 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗏𝖺 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

{ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 — 𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗇, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. }

silva did keep his word to himself, that he’d follow you around, lowkey borderline stalking you but it’s fine cuz he’s silva a fine ass dilf.

he’d let you catch him a good two weeks after the clacking of your sandals hitting the sidewalk as you stomped up to him a cute pout on your face. "wassup mister silva? why are you keeping tabs on me? am i your next target or are you a creepy old perv."

he smirked taking in your appearance, your hair now in a black wig with brown highlights to your butt and you wearing a band crop top and a long skirt with your beige sandals that clicked as your foot tapped against the pavement waiting for an answer. "i just see something i like, you seem to be using daddy’s money well."

he pushes hair that found its way in front of you to your back, the way his rough hand rubbed against your smooth dark brown skin made him throb in his pants. you look him up and down, he was no where near ugly at all and you could take him.. not in a fight this dude an assassin but ykw i’m talking about.

his whole family are assassins and that was something you didn’t necessarily want on your plate because what if you got too annoying or what if his kids think you want to replace their mom or some stupid shit like that? you just got rich and you didn’t need those problems.

but you told the little bitch of your thoughts to shut up and went with the slut who was talking about licking him three ways from sunday in any and every position since you spotted him. you grabbed his hand that rested on your collarbone gently to not startle the killer in him, your thumb stroking his palm as you looked up at him biting your lips before cheesing and batting your lashes.

"that man was my father but if you’re looking for a ‘daddy’ opening, it’s available." you watched his cat like eyes narrow as he studied your face, grinning, the dullness of his eyes and sunken, but somehow high, cheekbones doing something to you and he could tell. "is that right?" you nod your head slightly in a daze from the eye contact you didn’t want to look him in the eyes but it’s like you couldn’t pull away.

"well i’ll take that into consideration miss y/n." you ‘hmm'd’ when he pulled away, getting flustered when you noticed how close your two were, your checks and the tips of your ears running hot as you pulled your hand from his, folding your arms under your breasts which silva glanced at ofc and you looked off to the side before speaking.

"stop following me it’s weird and creepy, next time say it with your chest." he hums lips curling as he backs away slowly, to the untrained eye and you, it looked as if he were glitching leaving you with a "next time then." before disappearing completely. silva of course didn’t care what you had to say on the case of him 'following' you or whatever but he’d let up, doing the next best thing as he burst into the room filled with computers on top of computers.

"d-dad what’s going on? why’re you in here?" silva disregarded his second son swiping three female action figures off of his desk and closing out an obvious girls anime website as he strode behind him. "milluki i need you to find someone for me." the chubby teen gets into serious mode typing away on his keyboard. "of course father, who is it this time a crook? another assassin? a spider? chrollo? or killua again?"

silva leveled his voice giving away no undertone or motives the corner of his mouth tilted upward, hiding away from his son that faced the multiple screens. "y/n l/n."

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (10/21/2024) Episode: A Coach's Cry For Help

Shortly after the incident at Skye’s elementary school Luigi got a text from his old college coach, asking if he’d be willing to meet up for a chat.

Luigi was eager to help his old mentor if he could and arranged to meet Professor Silva at Pepper’s Pub early the next morning.

Noemi tagged along with her husband to Britechester after they saw Skye off to school. “Man, this place sure brings back memories” she said as they settled down at a small table near the door with their laptops. “Did I ever tell you this is where Kiana and I first met?”

“I’m sure you did” Luigi laughed, “But I don’t recall. Go on.”

“Well…” she continued, not looking up from the screen “she was back here to reminisce – she went to Foxbury herself you know. I literally ran right into her when I bolted out of the bathroom to check on the party bot the bartender was helping me test. When we both got back to our feet, she laughed instead of getting angry, bought a drink from my bot, and struck up a conversation about school. The rest, as they say, is history.”

They settled down to work and wait, or at least Luigi tried to work. Every time he started, he was interrupted by one fan, then another, and another.

As always, he was polite, answering their questions and thanking his fellow sims for their kind words, but for the first time he began to feel a bit overwhelmed. Noemi kept her head down, but he could tell by her body language she wasn’t enjoying the multiple intrusions either.

Luigi couldn’t remember the last time he’d traveled with his family and not had strangers demanding his time and attention.  “There’s got to be a way to be out in public without all this fuss!” he thought. Finally, he saw the professor enter and quickly held up a hand to forestall the latest eager supplicant “I’m so sorry, I have to go” he told her before rising and calling out “Hey, Coach!” to get his attention.

Coach Silva led them upstairs and over to a private corner away from the crowd, saying “We should be undisturbed here.”

“Thank goodness!” Luigi pumped his fist in the air for emphasis. “So, what’s going on? You did so much for me, I’d love to return the favor if I can.”

His old professor sighed, “Well… I imagine you still keep tabs on the college E-Sports scene?” Luigi nodded, “Then you know the last few seasons have been rough on us” he continued “Recruitment is down, and we haven’t beaten Britechester since you graduated. They can’t force a tenured coach out, but fans and administration alike are blaming our slump on me losing interest and just “phoning it in”. I’m being pressured to step down.”

“Mentoring young E-Sports athletes has always been my favorite part of teaching here. I refuse to give it up. I was hoping Rainy Day’s new director of strategy and recruitment – congratulations by the way – could help me introduce more young sims to scuffle and get our team into fighting shape.”

Luigi gave Silva’s shoulder a sympathetic squeeze as he replied: “I’m sorry coach, that’s terrible. I noticed my old home team had been struggling lately, but I knew you would never rest until you found a way to bring out the best in your students!”

“You were always one of the hardest working sims I know,” he continued “and taught me so much about leadership and sportsmanship. I’m honored that you asked for my help, and I’m sure that the two of us can develop a workable plan to turn things around!”

The two old friends spent the next few minutes doing just that, starting with strategy for the current season. The coach had brought a flash drive full of notes and recordings from the last few matches and practices. “I’ll analyze these and get back to you with my thoughts soon” Luigi promised.

As for recruitment, Luigi proposed a win/win new collaboration between the university and Rainy Day. “A formal internship program will attract more top-notch players to the school and help us with recruiting and placement once they graduate.”

“I love it!” Professor Silva said, “Their skills will stay sharper between seasons and more of our graduates will find jobs in their field.”

“This plan makes me feel so much better” Silva told Luigi, holding out his hand as they rose to leave. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”

“Well, I haven’t really done anything yet” Luigi chuckled “but I can’t wait to get started. It’s great to work with you again, coach. I’ll call you soon.”

With that he headed downstairs to grab his wife and head off to their next destination, feeling good about helping a friend in need.

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[popcornforone]

Valentines

Time for another little Drabble. This time as it’s February we have something Valentines themes for what the Pedro Pascal Characters have got up to. So I hope you enjoy this little selection of notes.

Most of these are fluffy but a couple have spicy notes to them (ahem always Dave) so read at your own discretion.

Joel Miller

Bread

We’re talking outbreak Joel. He knows you miss your mum & her baking on a weekend. So he’s spent his time & his favours on getting you some fresh bread. “You don’t want to know what I’ve given up for this” he says, but he knows it’s worth it as you sniff the fresh small loaf & he sees the look in your eyes evoking so many memories. He knows it was worth it right there. He slowly pours you a fresh cup of coffee as he watched you slice the bread open & you beam as you look at how fluffy the inside is.

Max Phillips

Red Roses

“Careful not to prick yourself” he says licking his lips as you arrange them. “Maybe I want too” you reply. You only allow him to drink from you when you are intimate on special occasions & as your undead man has actually made an effort to get you something for Valentine’s Day, you feel maybe tonight he can taste more than just your pussy when you have sex. A small drop falls from your finger & he licks his lips, his eyes dilating. “Well someone wants more than just a taste?”

Ezra

Oxygen

You’re not going to ask Ezra how he got an extra tank of oxygen for the two of you. The less you know the better. But he’s proud & offers you to fill up your reserve first. “Fill it all the way baby, I only want you gasping when we’re having fun in our pod later” he then extends his hand, your gloves gripping each other as you rest your helmets against each other. “Maybe being stuck in this moon with you wasn’t the worst thing to happen to us” you sigh.

Marcus Moreno

A card & chocolates

Marcus honestly forgot this morning that it was Valentine’s Day but he did have to rush out the house to save the world from evil marshmallow creatures who were trying to take over. When you get home a little pink heart card is sitting on top of a box of your favourite chocolates from him with a note. It says he’s sorry & you sigh & smile as you sniff the card, it smells of him. You then put on the news to see him giving a press conference about how the world is safe. That’s the only gift you really need that he is alive & okay.

Mr Ben

A new bag

He saw how sad you were when in the Christmas sales the handbag you were saving for didn’t drop in price. You clicked on it every day in January hoping it would drop in price but it didn’t. So on his way to the restaurant he’s booked for tonight he’s poped into the store & purchased it for you. “But Ben we can’t afford this” you exclaim as you open in. “Yes we can” you go to protest but he stops you “can’t I treat you just this once baby” you blush & lean across the table & give him a small kiss.”I thought you paying for dinner as enough of a treat” you smirk & raise your glass of red wine to him.

Javi Gutierrez

Diamond earrings

Javi is over the top about Valentine’s Day. Breakfast in bed, a teddy with a heart, roses, oysters & a romantic lunch which ends with him slipping two diamond earrings in your ears. He can tell you’re now a little embarrassed & you are but you know he will never change. He wants to spoil you, so why not. Especially now he’s a big Hollywood screen writer. Your loyal puppy adores you too much & is too sweet that he’s gone over the top with the romantic cliches.

Silva

A new horse

You are loving life on the ranch & now Silva is helping you to learn to ride, but his horse is stubborn.It will only accept you if Silva has the reigns. So when you wake up on Valentine’s Day & see a new grey horse outside that he is brushing, your eyes light up. “His name is Sebastian” he says as he brushes the horses mane. You grab a carrot & nuzzel against it, instantly bonding as Silva hugs you from behind.

Dave York

New handcuffs

Dave has sneaked out to see you once he’s treated Carol to her perfect valentines night. He’s now at your apartment. You’ve already 69, & you are sitting on his lap cock warming him inside you, before you get onto the rest of it. His hand is strumming your clit as you moan while holding the cuffs up. “They are technically from work so good luck wriggling out of those baby” he says before his spare hand spanks your arse & his movements get more vigorous.

[specialagentlokitty]

Farah x reader - I need you here

Staring at the woman from across the courtyard, you sighed as you watched her look at you and then turn away.

You didn’t know what to do, you didn’t understand what you had done to make Farah so angry with you, but it had been days since you had last spoke with her.

Nothing made sense, and you didn’t know what to do, so you simply didn’t do anything.

Maybe that’s what made her so angry.

The fact that you weren’t doing anything, because what could you do?

“Are you ready for a check up?”

You glanced at Professor Harvey and shook your head at him.

“There’s no point anymore Ben..” you whispered.

“(Y/N) there is. We’ve still got at least another week until the infection fully spreads.”

“Exactly, and what’s the point? It’s already been a week, my brother has been out there for a week searching and still isn’t any closer to finding the burned one and killing it.”

“He’s getting there, you know Saul, you know he won’t give up so easily.”

You looked at your friend.

“And I am not my brother Ben.”

With that, you walked away back to your room and you looked at yourself in the mirror.

The whites of your eyes were black, and your eyes held a soft blue tint to them and you sighed as you lifted your shirt to look at the wound.

It wasn’t getting any better and you knew that.

You held hope that you brother would find it, of course you did. Saul was amazing at what he did, but you were running out of time and they were still no closer than they were when they first started.

Maybe that’s why she was mad at you.

Because you weren’t fighting to survive anymore, you had just given up because in truth the chances of them finding the creature now was slim to none.

You knew that, Saul knew that, Ben knew that. She knew that. Yet, they all refused to believe it.

You didn’t want to die, because in truth nobody really wanted to die.

You were scared, and right now you had never felt more alone.

Sitting on your bed, you waited until the darkness fell over Solaria and you left your room, making your way outside as you shivered a little at the cold air.

Running your hands up and down your arms, you walked to the training grounds and stepped up on one of the platforms and sat down, staring up at the dark sky, looking at the stars.

It was peaceful.

It made you feel less alone because you knew there would be someone, somewhere looking at the stars too, so it didn’t feel so lonely.

You heard your phone ringing and you looked at the caller ID but you never picked up, you let it ring to voicemail and you watched as the screen lit up with a new voicemail and text message.

But you didn’t bother to read or look at them.

“You’ll catch a cold sitting out here (Y/N).”

You looked to the side, and you smiled softly.

“Shouldn’t you be attending a party Sky?”

“Silva messaged me to check up on you.”

You hummed, nodding your head.

“I take it he’s the reason my phones just gone off?”

Sky sat next to you.

“Yeah, that was him. He told me to tell you to call him back. How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay Sky, don’t worry.”

You smiled softly at the boy you saw as your nephew, you had helped Saul raise him, you had watched him grow.

“I’m proud of you Sky. You know that right?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He smiled.

He sighed and looked at you.

“You’re going to be okay, right? You’ll get better?” Sky asked.

“I’ll get better sky.”

You lied through your teeth, you didn’t want him to worry about you, it was the last thing you wanted.

“Go. Enjoy your party.”

“I’m more than happy to stay.”

“It’s alright, I’d just like to sit alone.”

He frowned and stood up, looking down at you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I promise I am.”

Sky nodded and walked away, and you watched him leave before you sighed to yourself, laying down on your back to look up at the stars.

“And the truth?”

You slowly sat back up, turning around a little bit.

“Farah?”

She stepped forward and draped a blanket around your shoulders, then sat herself down next to you as she tilted her head back.

“How are you really feeling?” She asked.

You laid back down.

“I’m okay.”

“No you’re not..” she whispered.

She sighed, shuffled over she sat above your head and looked down at you, placing her hands on the side of your face.

“You’re not okay love..” she whispered.

“In truth, I’m scared… I’m scared and alone..”

Farah frowned a little.

“You’re not alone (Y/N).”

You slowly sat up and pushed yourself from the platform in order to stand up and you looked at her.

“Aren’t I? You’ve been ignoring me for days Farah. I need you by my side and you’re not here.”

Farah sighed, shuffling over she sat on the edge of the platform.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I really am. I just.. I’ve been trying to help them find the burned one..” she said quietly.

You shook your head a little bit.

“Farah it’s been a week. I don’t think they’re finding it, and you know this.”

“I’m not giving up! Okay? I’m not giving up hope that we’re going to find it and kill it.”

You walked over, taking her hands in hers as you gently squeezed them.

“Farah please.. we know it’s long gone.. you know this.”

“I need to keep looking.”

“And I need you by my side. I need you here with me Farah.”

You leant down, pressing your forehead against hers as you sighed softly.

“I don’t need you in there looking for it.. I need you here with me.. I need you by my side..”

“I’m sorry..”

Farah shuffled back and you sat in front of her, letting her wrap her arms around your waist as you rested your head on her shoulder.

You both just sat there in silence for a few moments.

“I can’t imagine a world without you in it (Y/N). I don’t want to, so I need you to keep on fighting for me, just a little bit longer.”

You looked up at her.

“Right now.. I just want to look at the stars.”

Farah smiled, kissing your temple as she nodded her head.

“We’ll do that then.”

She took the blanket from your shoulders and laid it down, and you laid your back against it, and she did the same.

Her hand reached out, gently takings yours and you both looked at one another as you smiled softly at her.

“I wish we could go back to the night we met.” You said softly.

“The night you pushed me into the river? Why’s that?”

You laughed softly, and you looked at her, running your finger along the ring on her finger.

“Because that’s the night I decided I was going to marry you of course. I was gonna make you my wife someday.”

“We’d just met, how could have possibly known we’d get married?”

You grinned a little at her.

“Because if I remember right, you were the one to kiss me first that night, and as you said Farah Dowling, we had just met.”

Farah smiled and she laughed as she looked away from you.

“You told me to kiss you.”

“You didn’t have to kiss me.”

You both laughed and she turned her head to look at you and you shuffled closer, brushing your nose against hers.

“I don’t want to go Farah..” you whispered.

“You’re not going anywhere I promise..”

You nodded your head and softly kissed her, and she kissed you back, not caring if you two were caught.

She needed to feel your lips on hers, she needed to pour every ounce of love she had for you into the kiss so you knew how much you loved her.

She slowly pulled away, and kissed your forehead.

“I promise you I’ll fix this..”

You nodded and moved closer to her, resting your head on her chest as you listened to her heartbeat.

Farah wrapped her arm around you, pulling the half of the blanket you were laid on around you.

“I love you Farah.”

She smiled.

“I love you too (Y/N).”

You smiled to yourself and closed your eyes, drifting to sleep to the sound of her heartbeat.

Farah used her magic every so often to read your emotions and what you were feeling, and when you fell asleep she used to it to fill your dreams with happy memories.

She eventually asked Ben to help take you to your room and she looked at you and sat next to you, holding your hand in hers.

“Are they close?” He asked.

“I don’t know, they’ve found one but they don’t know if it’s the right one.” Farah whispered.

Ben nodded his head.

“I just keep asking myself what am I supposed to do?”

Ben smiled a little.

“Just sit there, (Y/N) needs you.”

With that he left and Farah set her shoes and jacket aside and climbed over you to lay behind you, draping her arm around your waist and rested her head above yours.

She closed here eyes, and smiled when she felt you placed your hand over hers