#sister armel

[thesablequear]

I’ve been being so normal about Redwall today

(Humans ur mice Humans ur mice Humans ur mice)

Og Rakkety Tam textpost

[tinybookgirl]

“Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam,

the drums are beatin’ braw.

Och, now ye’ve gained a heart’s desire,

ye’ll no more march tae war!”

[lostmidnightwriter]

Rakkety Tam Character as Random Phone Pics:

Rakkety Tam MacBurl

Wild Doogy Plumm

Sister Armel

Brooky

Ferdimond de Mayne

Sergeant Wonwill

Gulo the Savage

Askor

Yoofus Lightpaw

Butty Wopscutt

[aces-and-kings]

Armel. The gallus bastard. "When boasting begins, there dignity ends…", he'd muttered to the collective. Mere moments after bragging about the havoc he'd cast upon the guilty and innocent alike.

Thor scoffed, "Says th' guy boastin' aboot his power spread far 'n' wide." "Mm. Touché. Yes. We will not come to blows this evening - nor any other until this little tournament takes place", he conceded to the proposal set forth by T'vahje to put an end to the unnecessary slaughter. While the unwelcome guest were escorted out, having delivered their ultimatum, Thorstyr took the binder he'd obtained earlier to the hangar and met up with the crew. The Doc was ecstatic to review the company's notes in regards to recent activities but he gained a quick understanding of just what precisely made Armel so dangerous. His colleague had indeed gotten mixed up with the worst sort of company and now he was faced with a moral conundrum himself. Being able to understand villainous motivations wasn't exactly high on the most desirable traits list. What Armel sought for his kind was undoubtedly despicable, though hadn't the same been said of the Doc's own experiments all those years ago?

There was truth in the horror of it all, but the ends justified the means, to some in any case.

The binder snapped shut. "I- I must prepare. For what is to come." Semex stopped and looked up at Thor, a sort of bewildered shock upon his face. "What a privilege it would have been to study your changes as the world around you plunges into chaos, ceaseless in it's endeavors." He smiled a crooked grin, patting Thor's forearm with a gloved hand. "You will learn to adapt or you will crumble with it. Remember that."

[haggishlyhagging]

But independence is not the sole preserve of widows and singles. It can also occur in the home itself, right under a husband's nose. This is indeed the symbolism of the witch's nocturnal flights, which lead her to desert the marital bed, escaping the sleeping man's vigilance, to straddle her broomstick and take off for the sabbath. In the demonologists' tirades, which betray the masculine obsessions of their times, the witch's flight, as Armelle Le Bras-Chopard describes it, represents:

“a freedom to come and go, not only without the husband's permission but generally without his knowledge (unless he is a witch himself) and even to his disadvantage. By picking up a broomstick or chair leg and placing it between her legs, the witch awards herself a simulacrum of the virile member that she lacks. And by artificially stepping outside her sex and giving herself that of a man, she is also stepping outside her female gender: the witch is able to accord herself the ease of movement that, within the standard social order, is the unique privilege of men. [...] Granting herself this autonomy, and thereby escaping the man whose principal freedom is manifest through his dominance over her, the witch spirits a portion of the man's power away from him: her liberation is also a larceny.”

Contrary to what today's "backlash" would have us believe, women's autonomy does not entail a severing of connections, but rather the opportunity to form bonds that do not infringe on our integrity or our freedom of choice, bonds that promote our personal development instead of blocking it—whatever lifestyle we choose, whether solo or in a partnership, with or without children. As Pam Grossman writes, "the Witch is arguably the only female archetype that has power on its own terms. She is not defined by anyone else. Wife, sister, mother, virgin, whore—these archetypes draw meaning based on relationships with others. The Witch, however, is a woman who stands entirely on her own." Whereas the example promulgated over the period of the witch-hunts, imposed first by violence and then, later, with the nineteenth-century invention of the housewife ideal, by a clever mix of flattery, seduction and menace, locks women into their role as reproducers and disenfranchises them from participation in the world of work. Thus, women are positioned in such a way that their own identity is constantly at risk of being muddled with others,' of atrophying, of being swallowed up altogether. They are prevented from living and fashioning their own lives, for the sake of representing an imagined quintessence of femininity. In New York, in 1969, the WITCH group caused havoc at a weddings trade fair by releasing mice into the main hall. One of their slogans railed, "Always a Bride, Never a Person."

-Mona Chollet, In Defense of Witches: The Legacy of the Witch Hunts and Why Women are Still on Trial

[rosesnwater]

Lowkey one of the funniest things aceline has ever done is, 5 minutes after entering an enchanted castle ruled by what she thinks is an evil(?) Fairy, she steals his childhood journal and then when caught the first thing to think to say is to lie and says its hers, sonething immediately disproven. Like girl. Everytime i read that scene i laughed and thought of that "play dumb" "who's miles?" "Not that dumb" meme

Unlike Armel, Aceline can lie but that doesn't make her a GOOD lier.

Also, your comment made me laugh and now I'm picturing her sisters frantically trying to give her advice lol

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Nicole Lum

Damien's Final Queen Nicole Lum (2020)

Damian's beloved Nicole is the last woman he married and thus his longest marriage out of the three. Nicole attends every event alongside Damian and gladly accepts the publicity she gains from being married to a wrestler, she even calls herself 'Nikki Lucifarian, The Queen of Hell', despite the fact she isn't a wrestler.

"I'd be glad if the world knew me as the Queen of Hell."

Name

Full Legal Name: Nicole Evangeline Lum (Née Yap)

First Name: Nicole

Meaning: French feminine form of 'Nicholas', which is from the Greek name 'Nikolaos' meaning 'Victory of the people'. Derived from Greek 'Nike' meaning 'Victory' and 'Laos' meaning 'People'.

Pronunciation: ni-KOL

Origin: English, Dutch, German

Middle Name: Evangeline

Meaning: Means 'Good News' from Greek 'Eu' meaning 'Good' and 'Angelma' meaning 'News/Message'.

Pronunciation: i-VAN-je-leen, i-VAN-je-lien

Origin: English

Surname: Lum (Yap)

Meaning: From Old English 'Lum' meaning 'Pool' (Yap: From Middle Engish 'Yap' meaning 'Devious, Deceitful, Shrewd'.)

Pronunciation: LUH-mb (YAP)

Origin: English (English)

Alias: Nikki Lucifarian

Reason: Self-Given Alias

Nicknames: Nikki, Eva, Angel

Titles: Mrs, Ma'am

Characteristics

Age: 56

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: British

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: February 17th 1964

Symbols: None

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Christian

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, French

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Aquarius

Theme Song (Ringtone on Damian and Vi's Phones): Damian: 'Fallin'' - Alicia Keys. Vi: 'Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) - Train

Voice Actor: Tilda Swinton

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Bodmin, Cornwall, England

Current Location: On The Road / Asheville, North Carolina

Hometown: Bodmin, Cornwall, England

Appearance

Height: 5'6" / 167 cm

Weight: 150 lbs / 68 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Ear Lobe (both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Non-Smoker, Doesn't Use Drugs

Illnesses/Disorders: Lactose Intolerant

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: Lactose-Free

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: Damian Lum

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: N/A

Closest Confidant: Damian Lum

Mentor: N/A

Significant Other: Damian Lum (61, Husband)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: William Yap (76, Father), Henrietta Yap (77, Mother, Née Rye)

Parents-In-Law: Adam Lum (81, Father-In-Law), Eve Lum (82, Mother-In-Law, Née Fry)

Siblings: Dream Ford (53, Sister, Née Yap), Cyril Yap (50, Brother), Bristol Gage (47, Sister, Née Yap)

Siblings-In-Law: Maximus Lum (58, Damian's Brother), Matilda Lum (59, Maximus' Wife, Née Ash), Arnold Lum (55, Damian's Brother), Solange Lum (56, Arnold's Wife, Née Fay), Xenophon Lum (52, Damian's Brother), Natalie Lum (53, Xenophon's Wife, Née Aue), Arlo Ford (54, Dream's Husband), Zona Yap (51, Cyril's Wife, Née Gill), Yahweh Gage (48, Bristol's Husband)

Nieces & Nephews: Laura Eld (38, Niece, Née Lum), Alvar Eld (39, Laura's Husband), Nicholas Lum (35, Nephew), Salome Lum (36, Nicholas' Wife, Née Good), Phoebe Paz (32, Niece, Née Lum), Epifanio Paz (33, Phoebe's Husband), Oswald Lum (29, Nephew), Tamara Lum (26, Niece), Lambert Lum (23, Nephew), Adelaide Lum (20, Niece), Lawrence Lum (17, Nephew), Natalie Lum (14, Niece), Edmund Lum (11, Nephew), Theodora Lum (8, Niece), Luitguard Lis (35, Niece, Nee Lum), Zenon Lis (36, Luitguard's Husband), Edith Moe (32, Niece, Née Lum), Trygve Moe (33, Edith's Husband), Ulrich Lum (29, Nephew), Armel Lum (26, Nephew), Chantal Lum (23, Niece), Otto Lum (20, Nephew), Avila Lum (17, Niece), Olaf Lum (14, Nephew), Bertha Lum (11, Niece), Wolfgang Lum (8, Nephew), Lucretia Lie (32, Niece, Née Lum), Trym Lie (33, Lucretia's Husband), Milititiades Lum (29, Nephew), Regula Lum (26, Niece), Metrophanes Lum (23, Nephew), Euphrasia Lum (20, Niece), Tychon Lum (17, Nephew), Eudocia Lum (14, Niece), Augustus Lum (11, Nephew), Iphigenia Lum (8, Niece), Xenon Ford (33, Nephew), Svea Ford (34, Xenon's Wife, Née Ek), Wren Ola (30, Niece, Née Ford), Iker Ola (31, Wren's Husband), Vincent Ford (27, Nephew), Treasure Ford (24, Niece), Stone Ford (21, Nephew), Rosalind Ford (18, Niece), Paxton Ford (15, Nephew), Orinthia Ford (12, Niece), Nevada Ford (9, Nephew), Modesty Fux (30, Niece, Neé Yap), Benno Fux (31, Modesty's Husband), Luke Yap (27, Nephew), Kiki Yap (24, Niece), Jesse Yap (21, Nephew), Ireland Yap (18, Niece), Henry Yap (15, Nephew), Gloria Yap (12, Niece), Forrest Yap (9, Nephew), Euphemia Gage (27, Niece), Dunstan Gage (24, Nephew), Crystal Gage (21, Niece), Byrne Gage (18, Nephew), Ayla Gage (15, Niece), Zuriel Gage (12, Nephew), Willow Gage (9, Niece)

Children: Viola Nye (41, Stepdaughter, Née Lum), Ulysses May (38, Stepson), Wanda Ott (35, Daughter, Née Lum), Tristan Lum (32, Son), Xavia Lum (29, Daughter), Sullivan Lum (26, Son), Yasmine Lum (23, Daughter), Roger Lum (20, Son), Zella Lum (17, Daughter)

Children-In-Law: Kestrel May (Ulysses' Wife, Née Coy), Quentin Nye (42, Viola's Husband), Heath Ott (36, Wanda's Husband), Gardenia Lum (33, Tristan's Wife, Née Day)

Grandkids: Adam Nye (21, Step-Grandson), Paulette Nye (18, Step-Granddaughter), Benjamin Nye (15, Step-Grandson), Olivia Nye (12, Step-Granddaughter), Charles Nye (9, Step-Grandson), Earl May (18, Step-Grandson), Jane May (15, Step-Granddaughter), Flint May (12, Step-Grandson), Imogen May (9, Step-Granddaughter), Magnolia Ott (15, Granddaughter), Laurence Ott (12, Grandson), Naomi Ott (9, Granddaughter), Daisy Lum (12, Granddaughter), Vance Lum (9, Grandson)

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: N/A

Trainer: N/A

Managers: N/A

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Backstory: Nicole met Damien when she was twenty, had a whirlwind romance with the man and was married with kids within a year. However, Nikki's family (especially the women) have a history of going blind by the time they're 40. Nicole's mother, grandmother, sisters and her daughters all have poor or no vision and Nicole's sight is considered a miracle to her parents and grandparents.

Trivia: None of Note

[shattered-starsxx]

( crossover event: vegas × detroit × district of columbia )

vital statistics. ⮕full name: Iridián Cosette Falkenrath ⮕entomology: Iridián [ Means "related to Iris or rainbows", ultimately from Greek ἶρις (genitive ἴριδος). It briefly entered the American top 1000 list in 1995, likely due to a Mexican singer named Iridián. ] Cosette [ From French chosette meaning "little thing". This is the nickname of the illegitimate daughter of Fantine in Victor Hugo's novel Les Misérables (1862). Her real name is Euphrasie, though it is seldom used. In the novel young Cosette is the ward of the cruel Thénardiers until she is retrieved by Jean Valjean. ] Falkenrath [ Derived from Middle High German falke "falcon" and rat "counsel, advice". ] ⮕nickname(s): Iri, Eerie, Dián. ⮕date of birth: March 8th 1983 ⮕place of birth: Las Vegas, Nevada. ⮕current residence: nomadic ( spends five months in las vegas, five months in detroit & two months in washington dc. ) ⮕species: mortal ⮕gender: female ⮕face claim: for this particular au plot only, strictly will be using EMERAUDE TOUBIA as the face.

⮕sexual orientation: heterosexual ⮕romantic orientation: greyromantic ⮕parents: Abigaëlle Desideria Falkenrath ( neé Garrido • mother, deceased ), Gerald Armel Falkenrath ( father, deceased ). ⮕siblings: Davinia Gerhild Falkenrath ( younger sister • alive ), Auguste Desiderio Falkenrath ( younger brother • alive ). ⮕pets: two cockatiels, Vina & Desi.

⮕vehicle(s):

⮕occupation: blackjack dealer at the bellagio, blackjack dealer at the mgm grand detroit, assassin ( detroit & district of columbia • primarily works for the Solntsevskaya Bratva. ) ⮕education: ⮕medical history: ⮕height & weight: 5'7 1/2" & 125 lbs ⮕hair & eye color: brown & hazel ⮕piercings: two in each ear, a cuff in the left, right tragus, & a double bar in her left eyebrow. ⮕tattoos: ⮕religion: lapsed christian

⮕nationality: American ⮕heritage: French - Spanish - German ⮕additional languages: fluent in French, Spanish ( Spain & Mexico ), Russian & Dutch. ⮕hobbies: journaling, ballet, knitting, & painting. ⮕favorite things: ⮕personality: ⮕zodiac sign: pisces. ⮕combat skills: to be determined.

⮕speciality: awareness of the preternatural ( how'd that happen? goes here. ) ⮕speciality #2: the ability to see "threads" that allow her to know what TYPE of species someone is. ( white with a pulsing purple outline; not from earth. | midnight black, vampires. | dark blue, demons. | neon red, werewolves. | hunter green, fae folk. | coral pink, humans. | white with a yellow halo, divine or divine half bloods. | orange, shifters. | lilac halo, magic users. | dark gray, unknown. | powder blue, half breed of another kind. ) ⮕ about this plot: • coming soon.

[cheshirequeenwithoutaheart]

scarlett's family is... kind of complicated. her birth mother died soon after giving birth to her, whilst her adoptive mother can't openly be her mother due to an agreement stating that her and her sisters wouldn't meddle in the affairs of mortals (two of them secretly do anyway, but a baby would have made their breaking of this agreement a bit too obvious). technically speaking, scarlett was raised by a woman named diana, but never actually considered her to be her mother for a whole host of reasons. her adoptive mother is also a friend/colleague of her father, who has no idea that scarlett is alive and assumes she died with her mother. he has spent basically the entirety of scarlett's life in mourning. her adoptive mother also has no idea that scarlett is his daughter, because he refuses to talk about it.

tristan and esmee are brother and sister, being from the story inspired by cinderella and the juniper tree. they have two stepsisters and a stepmother, but since this is a cinderella/the juniper tree story, the stepmother is terrible. one of the stepsisters is also terrible, whilst the other is not.

hansel and gretel also exist. hansel is a reclusive high priest to one of the gods, whilst gretel is also a high priestess but isn't a recluse.

other mentions include: snow white and rose red (sister and brother), the seven mermaid sisters from the little mermaid inspired story (galene, nerissa, apseudes, halia, lysianassa, thetis and ione), rhiannon and armel (mother and child), and diana and silvia (mother and daughter).

Tilda is looking for her brother. Are there any family members in your story? Siblings? Parents? Uncles? Tell us about them!

[alexsrandomramblings]

We get it, we get it. Sister Armel is a pretty young squirrelmaid. You don't need to constantly restate that fact.

[thesablequear]

Brian Jacques, every other paragraph: Sister Armel is PRETTY and INNOCENT and PRETTY and also PRETTY did I mention that she’s PRETTY, a PRETTY maid

[onebourbon-oneshot-onetear]

My Home-DruigxF!Eternal

A/N: I've been obsessed with Druig since watching Eternals (twice) so I had to get this down. This is pretty much fluff, but there will definitely be a part 2.

Warnings: Spoilers for Eternals

Prompt: Reuniting with your husband

Word count: 2.6K

Part 1 Part 2

I hummed to myself as I set down my small brush and picked up a larger one, being careful not to knock over the bust I was cleaning off. I had only been at work for a few hours, but I was already restless. As much as I loved being a curator, there were plenty of days where my job was quite boring, especially when the hours passed by so slowly.

Although I suppose as an Eternal, time had never been an issue. We, my adopted family and I, never gave much thought to the passing of time. We had been on Earth for thousands of years. Eventually, it just seemed to all run together. Life as an Eternal was…interesting. And lonely. It was hard to make friends and be involved in people’s lives when you would have to leave them in a few decades anyway. Most of the time, we kept to ourselves, going back and forth to visit each other, some more than others.

I had spent the last few years in France, easily getting a job as a curator for a private museum. It was pretty easy considering I had been there when a lot of these artifacts were created. Every once in a while I would see something that Sersi had helped the village people make, or something that Makkari had wanted to trade. Working here gave me such a sense of nostalgia, it was never a chore. Just a nice walk down memory lane. Like this bust that I was touching up, it was a tribute to Athena from when we were in Greece. The likeness to Thena wasn’t quite there, mostly because of one of Sprite’s rumors, but she still loved them anyway. Even if Thena would never tell anybody that herself.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by my co-worker, Armel, barging into the room I was working in. “Y/n, you have visitors,” He said and immediately piqued my curiosity. Who could possibly be visiting me? The last person in my family I had spoken to was Sersi, who seemed quite content in London. I don’t think she would be leaving anytime soon.

I spun around in my chair and faced Armel. “Did they say who they are?”

“The woman is named Thena, and the gentleman said his name was Gil. Would you like me to tell them they can wait?” He eyed me suspiciously. I had been working at this museum for ten years, and not once has anybody come to visit me, especially at work.

Now I’m very interested. I knew that Gilgamesh and Thena hadn’t left Australia in close to a century, probably longer. I spoke to them often enough, especially to make sure that Thena was okay. Her and I were as close as sisters, and usually didn’t keep anything from each other. And with Gil being in love with her for all of these years, he had settled himself into a brotherly role quite nicely.

I brushed myself off and stood up from my work desk. “No, please, send them in.” Armel looked as if he wanted to protest, but seeing how I was the most senior member of the museum's curator staff (in more ways than one) he only nodded his head and rushed out the door. I put away my tools and gave the bust of Athena I had been cleaning a final wipe down.

“I remember when those littered the streets of Greece.” I spun around and saw Thena and Gil standing in the door, Thena wearing an all white sundress that matched her white blonde hair, and Gil wearing a ratted shirt with black suspenders and linen pants. They truly hadn’t changed in the decade since I had last seen them.

I squealed and ran at her, wrapping her in a hug which she happily returned. “Well, it was only right that statues were made to honor the greatest warrior of their time,” I countered. Thena only smiled and playfully rolled her eyes. As I let go of her, two giant arms wrapped me in a hug. “Hello, Gil,” I huffed out as my lungs were crushed under his arms.

“Y/n, it’s been too long,” Gil told me, gently setting me down on my feet.

“I know, I’ve been meaning to visit, but I’ve been busy with work,” I told them. “But what do I owe the pleasure? Is everything okay?”

Immediately both of their faces dropped, their smiles replaced with solemn looks. Immediately I started to panic. “What happened?”

Gil stepped forward and took my hand in his. “Ajak is dead. A deviant got her.” I searched his face for any semblance of a lie, but judging by his red eyes, and the tears that Thena was holding back, this wasn’t some elaborate prank. Ajak really was dead.

I gasped and sat down on my chair, my hand covering my face as tears threatened to fall. Ajak was like a mother to me, to all of us. We had been together for seven thousand years. It felt impossible that she was gone, that I would never hear her voice again. I wiped my face and looked up at them. “Is everyone else okay?” my thoughts immediately going to a dark haired Eternal with beautiful blue eyes, and enough sarcasm to choke an elephant.

“Druig is fine,” Thena said, knowing exactly who I was thinking of. A blush creeped up my cheeks and turned my ears red. Even after all these years, just hearing his name was enough to make me blush.

“I was asking about everyone, not just him.” I muttered, but I knew that they could see right through the facade. Gil just laughed, and Thena gave me a knowing look.

“Everyone else is fine. Ikaris, Sersi, Sprite, and Kingo are making arrangements to go see Druig. We said we would get you and meet them down there.” Thena said. I nodded, and grabbed my belongings.

“Well, let's go then.” I headed towards the door, but when I didn’t hear footsteps behind me, I turned around. Thena and Gilgamesh hadn’t moved. I looked them over, and realized there was something they hadn’t told me. “What else is there?” I asked. This time Thena stepped towards me and put both hands on my shoulders.

“We’ve been lied to.” I looked at her confused before she ushered me to the chair I had previously occupied. Her and Gil took turns explaining everything to me. That Earth hadn’t been our first mission, and we were actually created over and over, our memories taken. I tried to wrap my head around why we would have to protect the planet if it was going to just get destroyed anyway.

When they finished explaining everything, we sat in a heavy silence for a few minutes. “I don’t want to believe it,” I whispered, but I knew that Thena and Gil wouldn’t lie to me. I shook my head and looked at both of them. “What happens now?”

“We stop the emergence. Protect the people on the planet, and then find a way to either move them off or move Tiamut.” Gil said. That was easier said than done, but I had never been blindly devout to Arishem, so going against the order of things didn’t bother me as much as killing this planet did. I had fallen in love with the people of Earth, I had created a life here. I didn’t want my memories wiped, and I certainly wasn’t going to let eight billion people die.

“All right then,” I said, standing up and grabbing my things. “Any other surprises?” I asked, heading towards the door. This time they both followed me out of the building.

“Only everybody’s reactions to finding out about you and Druig,” Thena slyly said. I grimaced, thinking about how we all hadn’t been together as a group in five hundred years. They had definitely missed some things.

“Yeah well, it’s not like we are the only married couple. Ikaris and Sersi are still married,” I said, walking out to the busy street. “Besides, if they couldn’t tell that we would end up together, then I can’t help them. Do we have time? I need to run to my apartment to change, and grab a couple things.”

After changing from my work dress and into something more suitable for the Amazon, we boarded a small flight and were hours away. Thankfully we were able to get seats together so we didn’t have to put up with awkward talking and eavesdropping from others.

Gil, being the size that he was, had taken the aisle seat and leaned across Thena to look at me. “So why aren’t you and Druig together? Trouble in paradise?”

I laughed and shook my head. “No, just a small vacation. We are still happily married, we just got into a small disagreement.” I said, and told them the story.

Druig and I sat on the porch of our home, watching the people that we had protected for generations going about their day. He held my hand as I read a book, the light shining just right through the canopy of leaves, and the gentle singing of birds creating the most relaxed background.

“What is wrong, my love?” Druig asked, and I looked up from my booked, puzzled. “You’ve been sighing to yourself for the last three chapters,” he explained, nodding towards the book which now layed in my lap.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice,” I said, closing my book and setting it down.

“Don’t be sorry,” Druig said, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles, “Just tell me what’s bothering that beautiful mind of yours.”

I stared into his eyes, hesitating for a moment before deciding there was no point in lying to him. “I miss the outside world,” I said, reading his face for any hint of anger or betrayal. Druig only nodded, and looked back over the people of the village.

“It has been a while since we left here,” He said, keeping his voice neutral. I nodded with him, but didn’t say anything, letting us sit in silence. I knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t mad, he was merely thinking.

Druig and I have been together for six hundred years. We had finally gotten married in a small church in Scotland in the early 19th century after he had nagged me for long enough about making it official. It didn’t matter to me if we were official or not, as long as we were together but Druig, always one for theatrics, wanted a ceremony. And so we did, and it was the happiest day of my long life, standing in a small stone church with him by my side. We had been pretty inseparable since then, occasionally leaving the Amazon to visit others, or to explore, but it was exceptionally rare that we left each other.

“I don’t think I want to leave now, my love. I’m tired of the people of this planet, of seeing the terrible things they can do. I want to stay here, where there is nothing but peace, and us.”

I sighed, as this was a conversation we had had hundreds of times. “The world isn’t all bad, Dru. There are so many good things that we don’t get to see here. I don’t want to miss out on all of it,” I said. I had always been the one to have more faith in humanity, and as much as I loved the community we had built for ourselves, I loved the people out there too.

He nodded at this, and squeezed my hand in his. He got up from his chair, and kneeled in front of mine, taking both of my hands in his. He looked me over before smiling. “Well who am I to hold back my beautiful, beautiful wife. Go see the world, as long as you come home to me.”

I returned his smile and leaned down, placing a kiss on our intertwined hands. “I will always come back to you, you’re all I need,” I whispered. We stared into each other's eyes and studied each other's faces for another minute before I left to pack a small bag of clothes. Druig followed me around the house, making suggestions of things I could see and do, before I was all packed. Just as I was about to walk out the front door, he pulled me back into the house, wrapped his hands around my waist, and kissed me. I fervently kissed him back, knowing that it would be the last one for a while, before we both needed to breathe and I slowly pulled back. Even after almost seven hundred years, his kisses still left me reeling, dizzy on our love.

“If I thought you would, I would ask you to freeze us in this moment forever,” He whispered. I chuckled and shook my head. I had the ability to freeze objects, prevent them from moving, or growing old. It was useful in a fight, being able to freeze an enemy, but it took a lot of concentration, I could usually only hold something alive for a few minutes.

I quietly laughed at that, “And if I thought you would, I would ask you to make me stay,” I said, pressing my forehead against his so my head moved with the shaking of his.

“I would never control you like that. I promised you that long ago.” And he had. Back before we were a couple, when he was just my closest friend. We were laying together, on the outskirts of Babylon, staring up at the galaxy laid out above us. The night was filled with quiet conversations, deep thoughts, and murmured promises. I asked him if he would ever try and use his powers on me, and he gave me a strange look before looking definitively into my eyes. ‘I would never betray your trust.’ And he hadn’t in almost three thousand years.

He kissed me again, and walked with me to the edge of the village, and I left.

“That was shortly after World War II,” I said, leaning back in my seat. “It’s long overdue that I go home, though.”

“You haven’t spoken to your husband in almost eighty years?” Gil asked, eyes in disbelief. I’m sure it was hard for him to understand. Since we had left Tenochtitlan, I don’t think Gil and Thena had been separated, short for a week when Gil needed a vacation, and Druig and I had watched her.

“Of course not,” I said, slapping his arm lightly. “We write each other letters all the time. It’s easier to write it all out then to try and show him how e-mail works. And it’s romantic,” I said, smiling. Thena lightly rolled her eyes, but just by her smile I knew it was merely a jest. “This is merely a small vacation for us.”

We spent the rest of the flight in silence, thinking about the information we had learned in the last few days, and thinking of the fight to come. At least, that’s what I’m sure Thena and Gil were thinking about. I was just ready to go see my husband. I had missed our nights together, laying in each other's arms, knowing that no matter what happened we would always be together, always have each other. I missed the solace of his presence, how the world seemed to slow down when I looked at him. I even missed his teasing, the knowing smile and glint in his eyes when we would go back and forth with each other. I missed home, because he was my home.

“You know, Kingo is going to be so pissed he missed the wedding.” Gil interrupted my thoughts, and I laughed. Seeing my family again was going to be interesting to say the least.

[evening-starlight]

Daddy’s Best Friend

I just finished Chances yesterday and I already have another Tom story posted. I have a serious problem send help. Or Tom Hiddleston, he would work too

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When Amaris Clarke comes home after a year of studying abroad in Paris, Tom is struggling to keep his feelings in check for his best friend’s daughter.

Word Count: 1346

    Amaris scans the crowd surrounding her at the airport, searching for one of three people: Her father, his best friend, or their personal driver. She pushes through the sea of paparazzi and finds a man wearing a ridiculous hat that looks like somebody's three-year-old painted on it scanning the arrival gate.

    She skips over to him, gaining his attention. Tom's eyes widen at the woman standing before him. When Amaris left for her year abroad, she was an awkward child. At least in his mind, she was. "Bonjour, Tommy," She greets before flicking the brim of the hat. "I see you kept the hat all these years." He laughs and throws an arm around her shoulders to shelter her from the never-ending group of press.

    "Of course I did. My favorite niece made it for me." Amaris will never admit it, but Tom calling her his niece sends a sharp pain through her heart. After a year apart, she hoped he'd see her differently, see her as the woman she was. But instead, he saw her as a child. "Your father is extremely sorry he couldn't come to pick you up. He got called into a last-minute meeting." Tom apologizes on her dad's behalf.

    "Don't worry about it; I'm used to it." Amaris shrugs as Tom lead her into the passenger seat of his black Jaguar. Her dad was a great dad. He went to everything important to her growing up, like dance recitals and art shows. Amaris coming home from a trip wasn't important, comparably. Tom lifts her two green suitcases into the back seat as Amaris sits on her phone in the front seat.

    "I'm going to drop you off at home, if that's alright?" Tom asks as he gets in and starts the car.

    "That's fine," She replies, not breaking contact with her phone, catching up on any gossip she missed on her seven-hour flight. They sit in silence while Tom navigates out of the airport parking lot. You would think he'd know these lanes like the back of his hand, the many times he's flown, but he continues to swear they change the layout every time.

    "How was Paris?" Tom asks as they finally enter the highway. Amaris puts her phone down in her lap, freeing her hands to talk animatedly.

    "Paris," She starts, accompanied by a vague french accent. "Was magnifique." And thus began the long schpeel about her times in Paris. Amaris told Tom about her travels around France, to meeting a french boy name Armel in her favorite local cafe, who she then dated and lived with during the last six months of her stay in Paris.

    Tom doesn't show it, but his heart broke a small crack when he heard she had a boyfriend. "We broke up before I left, though. I couldn't do long distance. Although, I would love to go back to Paris." Amaris confirms. "I felt so at home there the minute I stepped off the airplane." She finishes.

    "It sounds like you had a great year, Mari." Amari nods and looks out the window as the mansions start to pass. Dread starts to fill her body. In Paris, she could be authentically her. She didn't have to put on a face for the public as much as she had to here in New York. The real reason she broke up with Armel was that she didn't want him to see this side of her life. He saw the tiniest sliver of her life, and she couldn't bear the fact he didn't know who she really was.

    Her family's house rolls into view decked out in green and pink decorations and a giant banner welcoming her home. Amaris's younger siblings wait outside with excited looks on their faces. Tom barely has the car in park before Amaris jumps out of the car to hug her siblings.

    "I've missed you guys so much. You have no idea." She mumbles as her cheeks get crushed between the other two. She steps back and takes them in. "You've gotten so tall, Juno. Who the hell gave you the right?" Amaris remarks as she sees her youngest sibling standing a good six inches taller than her 5'6". She then turns to her sister. "And you," She gushes, looking over how vibrant and put together she looks. "When did Dad let you grow up?"

    "I didn't ask permission," She jokes. "How was Paris since I left?" Danica asks, having visited her oldest sister two months into Amaris moving there. Juno went after, six months into Amaris's trip.

    Tom watches the siblings talk and get along as he unpacks Amaris's bags for her. He had to admit, at least to himself, that she looked good. She grew up well in Paris. Amaris dressed confidently and looked the part. Tom was surprised no one else could see the golden glow she had surrounding her.

    Amaris looks over her shoulder at Tom with a bright white smile as if feeling him staring at her. He gives a small wave and picks up her bags for her. She offers to help, but Tom waves her off, telling her to catch up with her siblings.

    They all follow Tom inside, deciding to sit on the comfortable couches in the lounge instead of standing in the driveway. Tom joins them after dropping the bags in the hallway, sitting next to Amaris on purpose.

    He will admit to everyone that he's missed her dearly. It was like a part of him was missing this last year. She was the most important girl in his life, and he'd go to jail for her. He's said as much during drunken confessions. But this new feeling caught him off guard. He wasn't supposed to feel the never-ending need to touch her.

    The feeling dies down as he lays an arm across Amaris's back but returns when she leans into him. This wasn't anything new, though. Amaris and Tom would cuddle and sit together since she was a child. There was nothing else behind it; he was just her safe place after her mother passed away.

    Though, the cuddling and touching died down when Amaris started going through puberty and liking boys. But Tom was always there as her wall when she needed to cry. Tom would do nothing wrong with those kids. He saw them as his own some days and other days as his siblings. He wouldn't do anything to lose the trust of his best friend, their father. But Amaris could threaten all of that.

    As if called by Tom's thoughts, William walks through the front door, arms open and ready to welcome his eldest child home. "Mars?" He calls out. Amaris scrambles off the couch and runs to her father.

    "Daddy," She squeals, launching into his waiting arms. "I've missed you so much."

    William hugs her tighter, "I've missed you more, Owl. You have to tell me everything." Amaris gasps and lets go of her dad, remembering she has her bag full of gifts for the gang.

    "I brought gifts; go sit." She orders, going to find which bag she put them in. Tom says quick goodbyes to the family while he makes his way to the door. "Where the hell do you think you're going, Hiddleston?" Amaris asks, hands-on-hips while she blocks Tom's path. She heard his goodbyes and raced to intercept him.

    "I was going to leave you and your family to enjoy alone time," He offers, eyes falling to the low-cut blouse she wore. Was she always wearing the shirt? Tom adjusts the collar of his shirt as his face gets hot. This was worse than forbidden.

    "Are you trying to tell me you're not family, Tom?" The way his voice falls from her lips could bring any man to his knees. Like fresh honey straight from the beehive and sweeter than sugar cane. He needs to snap out of these thoughts. Instead, Tom smiles and holds his hands up. "Exactly, go sit. I have things for you too." Amaris turns on her heel, and Tom watches her leave, ass swaying in those perfectly fit jeans.

    Tom was utterly screwed if he didn't get over this weird crush he developed in the last hour soon.

Taglist: @queenofallhobos​

[natasha10273]

THE MAXIMOFF TRIPLETS-pt2-

“Right here you monster”

You spin around and glare at tony and then you run at him

“ТЫ УБИЛ СВОЮ СЕМЬЮ, ТЫ ПРИЧИНА, ПОЧЕМУ ТАКОЙ, ТЫ ПРИЧИНА, ПОЧЕМУ Я ЭТО ГРЕБОВОЕ МОНСТРОСТВО!!”

(YOU KILLED OUR FAMILY YOU ARE THE REASON WHY WE ARE LIKE THIS YOU ARE THE REASON WHY I'M THIS FUCKING MONSTER!!)

You run at tony faster then he can react and grip his throat and throw him to the ground you pin him down and punch his face yelling at him and then you hear fast footsteps coming towards your way you throw one last punch to Tony’s bloody face and go to fade away but before you do you get some necklace type of thing go around your neck you raise your hand to up to get fire into your hands but as soon as you try to use that power you get shocked and you fall on your knees you over to your brother and sister (Wanda and Pietro) who you see looking at you and then you see a red head sneak up behind your sister with something in her hands

“НЕ ТРОГАЙТЕ ИХ” (DONT TOUCH THEM)

you yell then get over the shocking and teleport behind the mystery red head and grab her pocket knife and put it to her neck

“даже не думай об этом, сделай одно движение, это вонзится тебе в шею, если ты попытаешься что-нибудь сделать с братом и сестрой, твои мертвые, и если ты хоть немного пошевелишься, это вонзится тебе в шею, понял” you whisper into her ear pressing the tip of the blade to Natasha’s neck as she sucks in a shaky breath (don't even think about it make one move this is going into your neck if you try anything to brother and sister your dead and if you move even a little bit its going into your neck got it Natalie)

You look around and then hear two pairs of foot steps walking towards your way as all the avengers are eyeing you then you see wanda speak to a man with a shield as they nod and your sister steps forward with the two sets of footsteps coming closer

Wanda puts her hands up as you eye her but keep your stand with Natasha stringing in your grasp

“sora a lăsat-o pe Natasha să plece, sunt băieți buni, ne vor ajuta și domnul Stark nu este cel responsabil de moartea mamei și tatălui, a fost hidra acum, vă rog, lăsați-o pe Natasha, putem lăsa o viață normală, dar dacă nu o lăsați, vor trebui să plece. te șochează și te bagă într-o celulă, așa că te rog dă-i drumul și aruncă cuțitul, te rog, soră”

(sister let Natasha go they are good guys they will help us and Mr stark is not the one responsible with ma and pa's death it was hydra now please let Natasha go we can leave a normal life but if you dont let her go they will uave to shock you and put you in a cell so please let her go and drop the knife please lil sis) you look at everyone then look at Wanda and Pietro and they both nod there head at you then you look at everyone

“Aruncă-ți armele și o voi lăsa pe această femeie să plece” the team look at Wanda and Pietro then back at you then Wanda speaks up “she said drop your weapons and she’ll let Nat go” everyone nods and one by one every drops there weapons and then nick fury walks in and understands what’s going on and stands next to Steve you slowly let Natasha go and she hurry’s towards the team and then your brother and sister stand in between you and the team then nick fury walks in

“Right now everyone and everything is sourted out now we can talk now can young maximoff understand me or will you have translate for me and young one Miss maximoff?” “I’ll trainslate sister hasn’t been tort English or the basic” Fury nods his head and looks at all of three of you “Now that everything is settled down now you three have two options 1. You join our team we will provide you a roof over your head food clothes and education for all three of you but we can take that away from you at any time if yous don’t want BUT you will officially be one of the avengers and go on mission when needed or 2. We take you to the raft and lock all of yous up your choice I’ll give you three 72 hours too make up your minds have a good day everyone”

“Теперь, когда все улажено, у вас троих есть два варианта 1. Вы присоединяетесь к нашей команде, мы предоставим вам крышу над головой, еду, одежду и образование для всех вас троих, но мы можем отнять это у вас в любое время, если вы не не хочу, НО ты официально станешь одним из мстителей и отправишься на миссию, когда это необходимо, или 2. Мы отвезем тебя на плот и закроем всех вас на ваш выбор. Я дам вам три 72 часа. Всем добрый день" you look between your brother and sister and everyone and then walk forward to fury Natasha goes to step forward but Steve stops her and you stare at fury as you stop in front of him and Mira puts her hand on her holster as your red eyes flash with a shimmer of glossy light faded white at the same time as your whiskers show abit Mira steps forward but you put your hand out and you and Nick shake hands in respect “Oo I like this one she has a strong hand” Fury says and you nod your head in respect and walk to your sister and whisper something in her ear and she asked you a question and you nod your head then Wanda and Pietro step forward “we will work with yous all three of us but myself and sister have to be as close as possible got it” “that won’t be a problem Miss Maximoff we can make that happen the boys have there floor and you girls have your own floor with Miss Romeoff here with that Miss Romeoff show the girls there room and Mr Barton show Mr Maximoff his room please you all are dismissed” Fury and walks out and Wanda waves you down to follow here as the three of you girls walk out to the elevator

[graymuse42]

Well. Everyone seems really interested in the idea of Armel becoming an older sister. Anything anyone specifically wants to see happen if I go that route? I have a few ideas but what do you all think?

[theinnerworkingsofoc]

Introduction: Davynn Avalon Belrose

Name: Davynn Avalon Belrose

FC: Julia Almendra

Nickname(s): Davy

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pronouns: she/her

Career: muggle Psychologist

Birthday: April 9

Height: 5’10

Hair color: Silvery Blonde

Eye color: Blue

Blood Status: Half-Blood. quarter veela

Place of Birth: France

Hobbies: cooking, dance, painting, guitar

Likes: arcade games, painting, couch surfing with Briar, potions, charms

Dislikes: Luc’s crush on Briar, history of magic, Snape (most days), Fleur’s bluntness

Favorite Bands: Cindy Lauper, David Bowie, Twisted Sister, The Cars

Family: Armel Soan Belrose (paternal grandfather), Gisele Clarisse Belrose (paternal grandmother),  Octave Rainier Dior (maternal grandfather), Sylvie Amelie Dior (maternal grandmother), Henri Elouan Belrose (father), Avril Simone Belrose (mother), Ismay Melisande Belrose (older sister), Luc Vial Belrose (older brother), Remy Phillipe Belrose (younger brother), Ferdinand Delacour (uncle), Apolline Delacour (maternal aunt), Fleur Delacour (cousin), Gabrielle Delacour (cousin)

Honorary family: Briar Sirius Mathers

Friends: Fleur Delacour, Fred Weasley, Gabriella Delacour George Weasley, Lee Jordan, Luna Lovegood, Veronica Mathers

Love interest: none

Optimistic or pessimistic

Introvert or extrovert

Occupation: Beauxbatons student

Animagus: Hawk

Boggart: clowns

Patronus: hawk

Wand: Acacia, Veela hair, 9 inches

House: Papillonlisse

Favorite Animal: Hawk

Favorite color: Lavender

Favorite book: The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Favorite food: Apple tart

Favorite movie/ tv show: (M) Back to the Future. (TV) the A-Team

Background: Davy became friends with Briar when she was seven years old and like Briar decided to continue with her muggle schooling rather than going to Beauxbatons when she turned 11.

When the death eaters attacked the Quidditch World Cup she knew things were going to change in the wizarding world and when Severus forced Briar to attend a wizarding school she suggested they both attend Beauxbatons.

Starting fifth year at a school you’ve refused to attend until now and when you’re not going to share a dorm with someone you’ve always shared a dorm with was going to make things interesting. 

forever taglist: @thecaptainsgingersnap​