#that said I really liked how I did king's hair somehow it worked sooo well -- at least now I know why ^^;

[mewkwota]

I focus on the Light/Hikari Family the most, but every so often I'll look over to Wily's line too. It never actually occurred to me that my helmetless take on King would be the exact same as Wily's only human son (somehow I forgot Regal existed at the time, oops sorry).

Also is it not funny that both are named after something like royalty? It ends up working out, yay I hit a full-circle without thinking again! ( ~' <')~

Alas boys, your dad would not know everything about Wily's family. (1) Why would he? (2) King is kinda estranged now. (3) Maybe ask Grandpa.

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Lloyd Dobler

(Not my gif)(Requested via message)

(I kept the first date because I thought it was cute. Hope you don’t mind!)

- You and Lloyd technically didn’t meet until after he asked you out.

- Remember when you first went to highschool and you had no idea that half the school “existed”; for lack of a better term. And every year you would somehow encounter someone that you didn’t know went to your school but now that you did know, you would just see them everywhere? That was you and Lloyd.

- It was after you entered your senior year of highschool that Lloyd had first seen you in the hallways. He had a thing for you the moment he saw you and spent the entire year arriving at one of his classes late because he just couldn’t take his eyes off you whenever you stood and waited for class to start.

- The only reason he didn’t ask you out during the year is because he just couldn’t work up the nerve, especially knowing that he’d have to see you the rest of the year if you rejected him.

- But soon enough, graduation came and he figured that he just had to ask you out or else he was very likely going to explode.

- So he went to “his office” and searched the phone book for your name, scanning through page after page until he found it and nervously dialed up the number.

- Well, I think you know how that phone call went. He spent the first minute or so rambling which gave you the time to skim through your yearbook and see exactly who was calling. And frankly... you were surprised to see that the voice on the other end of the phone was such a handsome boy.

“Lets go out. You wanna go out?”

- Let’s be honest here, Lloyd won’t relent until he gets; at least, one date with you. And why would you refuse? Like I said before: you saw him and saw that he was cute. And though you really didn’t know him, what was the worst that could happen when going out with someone that was so nervous while just talking on the phone with you.

- So you agreed ...which prompted him to ask you to repeat yourself a few times because he was in complete disbelief. Afterwards, he told you he’d pick you up at eight before saying goodbye and prancing to the living room to yell with his nephew in celebration.

- For your first date, he took you to the graduation party where you spent the night mingling with a lot of his surprisingly chill friends and periodically meeting back with him while he played keymaster.

- Your night; and morning, went pretty much the same after that. You were forced to drive around for three hours to give Mike a ride home, then you stopped at 7/11 and talked while you walked the rest of the way to your house; whereupon getting there he confessed that he wanted to see you as much as he could.

- The two of you share your first kiss a few dates later which only takes about three days since he asks you to hang out nearly every day. He’d just parked in front of your house, both of you saying a cheerful goodbye when he leant over and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, one you’d returned happily before saying a final goodbye and getting out of his car.

- Well, after that the two of you are inseparable and neither of you would have it any other way, especially not him.

- Constant Pda. Lloyd is sort of obsessed with you and wants to be touching, kissing, and holding you whenever he can, no matter where you are.

-  Hugs. He likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck when you do. 

- Having his arm around you most of the time. He likes having you pressed into his side. 

- Neck kisses. 

- Quick and chaste kisses or long and passionate ones; depends on the mood. 

- Don't mind him, he’s just absentmindedly playing with your hair. 

- Handholding. He takes your hand whenever he can, he likes having that little connection. 

- Bridal carrying and piggyback rides. 

- He’s not a big pet name person; mainly because he loves your name, but if he knows that you like them, he’ll gladly use them just to make you happy. 

- Lets be real here; Lloyd would gladly cuddle with you for hours on end. He loves having you as close to him as possible so never worry about trying to snuggle with him, he wants you to. 

- He’s a big spoon and he will refuse to let you go if you really don’t have to leave. He’ll tell you to go back to sleep or tighten his arms around you whenever you shift, not wanting you to move away from him even for a moment. 

- He’s the best at comforting and reassuring you and he genuinely never gets tired of it. He’ll sit with and talk to you for hours if he has to because the most important thing for him is seeing you happy. 

-  He’s your own, personal cheerleader. He’s always at all your events, clapping the loudest, and turning towards whoever's next to him, saying a “she’s great, isn’t she?”. He’s so proud. 

- He’s always gushing about you to people, even before the two of you started dating. Corey has to hear about you constantly though deep down she really doesn’t mind. 

- Speaking of his friends, you end up getting close to a lot of them, especially Corey. You let her rant to you whenever she needs to and she reminds you how important and special Lloyd is. 

- He sort of tells Corey and his other girlfriends everything so be prepared for her to know if you’ve “made it” or not or when you’ve had your first kiss. She tells you pretty much everything about her so it’s sort of a fair deal. 

- Getting close with his sister and nephew. You love watching him and the little boy play with each other and he loves the fact that you think it’s cute whenever he does. 

- His sister loves to tease him; and the two of you honestly. 

- He never gets annoyed while he waits for you to get ready. He likes having the excuse to watch you while you do your makeup or brush your hair, or just helping you choose an outfit and put it on. 

- Tons of compliments. He thinks you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread and you best believe you’re going to know that. 

- Lloyd is ...so respectful? His mother raised him right and there’s so many points in your relationship where you wonder how you somehow managed to hit the jackpot. 

- I’m just gonna say it: he’s a pushover. You have Lloyd wrapped around your little finger so be nice to him because you’re his world and he’d do anything for you. 

- If you ask him to carry you’re things, he’ll do it. Ask him to do something he normally hates, he’ll do it. Ask to do something most boys would say no to, he’ll do it. He just loves seeing you happy. 

- He sort of jumps to agree with a lot of what you say; especially in the beginning of your relationship, because he wants you to think that the two of you are really compatible and that he’s the perfect guy for you. 

- Having a bunch of pictures together. He certainly has a bunch of pictures of you. 

-  Watching him train, fight, workout, etc. He pushes himself as hard as he can to impress you, occasionally hurting himself because he’s distracted ...so maybe it isn't a good idea for you to be there with him. 

- This boy lives for your praise. Tell him he’s handsome or that he did a good job and he’s all smiles. 

- He sort of loves hearing you talk and learning more about you. He eats up all your stupid stories like they’re the greatest things in the world. 

-  Talking on the phone pretty much everyday. He usually calls to say good morning or goodnight, or to see if you want to hang out. 

- Occasionally deep conversations. Sometimes something one of you says will just spur a sort of existential explanation/speech that neither of you really anticipated.

- Sooo many dates. You have at least three every week. Like I said: you’re inseparable. 

- He’s pretty much willing to do anything with you. He just likes being in your company, he doesn’t really care what you’re doing together.

- Going to convenience stores. 

- Beach dates. 

- Taking walks around gardens and other pretty places. You admire the scenery, he admires you. 

- Driving around with him all night. You don’t even have to talk for most of it, you just enjoy exploring the town and listening to the radio with him. 

- Cuddling in the early hours of the morning because you’ve spent all night out with him. 

- Sitting together in his backseat, either making out or “making it”. 

- He’s always prepared wherever you go. He always has whatever you need and is so considerate that you just want to kiss him. Food, entertainment, extra coats; you name it and he’s got it. 

- He would absolutely be the type of boyfriend to go out and buy you pads. He’s got a sister that he lives with and a friend group that pretty much consists of all girls; I’m sure he’s done it before. 

- You think you’re gonna be free of him when you get sick? Oh ho ho honey; not a chance. He’s calling to check in on you every few hours and stopping by to take care of you himself. 

- He’s not an extremely jealous person, and he’s good at acting nonchalant when he is so you rarely know when he’s actually feeling that way. He’s respectful and he trusts you so he isn’t gonna make a big deal out of you being around other guys, especially since you’re both so obviously in love. 

- And he’s got eyes only for you; there’s no reason for you to ever feel jealous. 

- He’s protective of you in the cutest way possible. He’s always sweetly checking in on you, making sure you’re okay and looking out for you whenever you’re together. You’ll never have to worry about stepping on broken glass again. 

- The two of you rarely ever fight so when you do, it’s over something serious or because someone else has caused a rift between the two of you. He never yells at you, he never really insults you, he mainly just wants you to talk to him, but believe me, when it comes down to it, he’ll argue and argue until one of you can’t take it anymore; usually you. 

- It’s usually you that leaves to get some space and cool off or think things over. In that time, if you refuse to see or talk to him, he’ll continue to call you until you finally agree to make up. He’s the king of persistency; as we saw in the movie. 

- His apologies are usually very heartfelt. A boombox playing your song™, flowers, messages on your answering machine that makes you want to cry. Believe me, it’s hard to stay mad at him.

- At first, he was really nervous to tell you that he loved you. He thinks that telling a girl he loves them is a really meaningful thing so he wanted to know that he meant it before he said it. But after he said it for the first time, he just couldn’t stop, and he loves hearing you tell him that you love him back. 

- It doesn’t matter what the future holds for the two of you; he’d follow you to the ends of the Earth. He wants to be with you for the rest of his life; it’s the one thing he’s really sure of. 

[fizzingwizard]

Digimon Adventure: Ep 19!

Wow! That certainly was an Episode!! It was pretty fun from start to finish, though nothing mind-blowing, but it was definitely the ending that made me gasp. Not wholly unexpected to an old turnip like me, but promising lots of fun (and angst!).

Picture of the week: MIKO, THE TRUE STAR OF THE SERIES!!

no for serious are the writers reading my reviews? they keep giving me what I want. within reason I guess. They seem to have an extremely limited budget as usual x��D

but Miko is still adorbs

ok I’m really looking forward to recapping this one so let’s get to it!

So last week I thought the kids sans Taichi and Yamato were abducted by Devimon, but apparently that either isn’t the case, or it was, but then Devimon decided it’s best just to dump the kids back on Earth and hold on to their partners. Because that’s the current situation. While concerning that the kids are separated from their partners, it’s probably best this way, since Devimon appears to be sending Gesomon(?) and Parrotmon(?)

to the human world, if I remember right. It’s hard to remember what happened in the first fifteen seconds kay So when the kids find their partners it will probably be in the human world and they can fight back.

Meanwhile Taichi and Yamato are alone and very Confuse

Taichi tries frantically to contact Koushirou. The others too... but especially Koushirou.

Finally he gets him!! He’s so happy!! My Taishiro heart flutters!

But I was fully expecting it to be a trap. When I saw this still here, my first thought was “Devimon’s forcing him to tell Taichi a lie by threatening him with a gun!!”

of course thats not whats happening. Koushirou is relatively fine and there are no guns (yet). What’s happened is the other kids have been sent back to the human world for reals this time!

This show is not even bothering to hide its Taiyama angle.

They spend the entire episode giving each other Significant Looks like this. The entire episode.

Now where’s Jou through all of this, you ask?

He went to talk to the police. He’s shocked they don’t believe his story about monster attacks and the world ending (well, at least Tokyo ending). I freaking love how taaaaall Jou is. Though it makes Koushirou look like a bean x’D

Jou = beansprout / Koushirou = bean

Koushirou has a much easier time dealing with the news that the police don’t believe them. He’s a denizen of the Internet. He knows how people’s minds work. And he has tons of chat logs to prove it.

People are chatting and spreading gossip and disbelief and complaints, but my favorite is the comment that just says “It’s a flood of fake news” xP

The home team runs into Mama Yagami! Who Sora literally calls Mama Yagami! x’D I mean I know that’s how kids generally refer to their friends’ parents but I still lol’d.

So un... Jou is almost as tall as Mama Yagami. LMAO. I’m gonna assume she’s short. Jou might indeed be quite tall for his age but Sora and Mimi are pretty close to Mama Yagami’s height too. I guess we haven’t seen Taichi standing next to his mom yet! With his hair he’s probably taller than her.

So Mama Yagami is HILARIOUS and I’m so glad that’s a continuing thing in the reboot! She was already that way in 99 Adventure, but we’re just seeing a lot of it now - like every time she’s around. (And we didn’t see it in Tri so I missed that.) Basically she seems like a basketcase. Not a totally irresponsible one, more like just... generally the carefree go with the flow type. Which is not bad. She just also seems a bit, uh, ditzy?? I think Taichi probably grew to be so serious by necessity. Dad’s busy with work and someone’s gotta make sure mom doesn’t leave the house without her keys!

The way Sora just stares at Hikari like “explain??” after Mama Yagami thrusts Miko at her and runs off to get her car with a big smile as if they hadn’t all nearly died recently... bahahaha.

also I love how she doesn’t even bother asking her son’s good friend if she knows where he is after not seeing or hearing from him for three full days

^The face of a boy shouldering the weight of nuclear family life and all its batshitness

Taichi and Yamato determine their priority is find the Holy Digimon. I wish they were a little more concerned with what happened to their friends’ partners, but I guess this is the only goal with solid clues. Anyway before they can do anything they are attacked by Bulbmon Looks like subtitlers went with Valvemon which also works, who looks like a Lego monster creation by an eight year old (and probably is).

He has the Domo face. Grrraaah

Domo is NHK mascot by the way. bahahaha

Next these guys come swarming out of Valvemon. (And if we didn’t already get it, apparently Digimon can construct other Digimon as we’ve seen before.) Nothing is quite as freaky as gas masks. They are commanded by Minotaurmon/Mintaromon whatever.

They too have the aim of Stormtroopers though so our heroes will be fine...

... probably...

... then Leomon finally shows up!! Yay! He looks good! All beefy and scarred and sounding exactly like Zaraki Kenpachi. Uhh. Is it the same VA?? Nothing comes up in the Google search so maybe not but it sure sounds like him. (Minotaurmon and Ogremon also sound like Leomon... while it’s normal for VAs in kids shows to voice multiple characters esp minor ones, it literally sounds like Zaraki Kenpachi is the voice of all the characters in this episode besides the main ones. And Mama Yagami of course because that would be weird.)

Leomon may look cool, but his ride... and his friends... uh, less cool x’D I want to strangle that ostrich thing with its own scarf somehow it inspires violent emotion in me

In the smallest, most shocked voice, Yamato says, “Leomon...?” It’s honestly kind of adorable. He’s clearly remembering what Neemon said about Leomon leading the resistance way back when.

Leomon helps them escape. Taichi very considerately and cutely helps Agumon aboard the fashion disaster ostrich emu thing.

Yamato also considerately helps his partner but rather less cutely xD

Leomon takes them to his hideout and gives them your standard fare of weird-looking Digi fruit. He then proceeds to tell them about Devimon and that he is trying to infiltrate Valvemon yadda yadda.

Taichi is freaking ADORABLE, immediately concerned that by saving their asses, Leomon’s battle plans have been ruined. Leomon waves that aside though. Yamato is equally adorabibble when he asks after Neemon and gets told that they made it to Leomon safely.

Leomon plans to try to get into Valvemon again because he knows Devimon’s put something related to the holy Digimon in there. Taichi is determined to join in. He doesn’t have much of an argument as it why they should be allowed when they just got their butts kicked so easily, but he has a trick up his sleeve: the Burning Eyes of Fiery Passion.

Not to be outdone, Yamato shoots off his Icy Eyes of Cold Determination.

Faced with this twin assault, Leomon has to give in. Ahh, I remember last week when we saw the trailer for this ep and I naively thought Leomon would train them like Piximon did in 99 Adventure. Nope. They’ve just met and they’re already spy buddies.

Okay, okay, yeah Leomon does seem to have some knowledge of the “Chosen Children” and that’s his real motivation. Still.

They break into Valvemon and we get the excellent invention of Agumon riding on Garurumon. I assume because of Garurumon’s advantageous speed. That seems to be recurring thing in this show.

Idk I just capped this because he’s so darn cute

I don’t know why I capped this one though.

They enter some sort of central space where Leomon tells them something relevant to the holy Digimon is being kept. (Lol I already forgot the details of what he said.) There are two protectors, Minotaurmon and Bullmon. Leomon tells the kids to take Bullmon while he faces down Minotaurmon. These guys might have been somewhat intimidating if we hadn’t already got Perfect level evolutions mastered, not to mention the occasional Jogress :P Sooo I didn’t feel too worried.

... uh, never mind x’D Taichi what are you doing

Yamato saves his idiot butt and almost gets in a bind himself. Once again I’m just wondering why they are sticking at Adult level. Whatever. They win of course

Leomon uses his Fist of the Beast King to maim Minotaurmon. His brilliant one-liner? “I have more than one first.”

Bully: *punches you*

You: ow

Bully: *smirk* I have more than one fist.

You: That’s funny, I only have one, but it’s made of titanium *You punch the bully straight through the stratosphere* Quality over quantity!!!!

*cough*

Our heroes approach the secret compartment supposedly holding something to do with the holy Digimon... Yamato gets a look inside and gets the black shadow of true terror over his eyes

becaue floating inside like some kind of Weapon X experiment is... Takeru!!!

Hold on while I put in my ear plugs. Okay, ready, screech all you want now.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

So... okay. First of all, baby Takeru is sooooooo cute <3 I had two predictions about what happened to Takeru last week. Either he ended up in the digital world and was now on his own, or he got abducted by Devimon. I thought the former was more likely, but in hindsight, it should have been obvious that it was the second. This show misses a lot of points where I feel like they could have developed some relationships or thrown in some drama, but it never passes up a chance for Yamato angst.

So yeah, this is pretty much gonna destroy Yamato xD Not only is the baby brother he wanted to protect no longer at home where he can easily protect him, he’s now in the digital world and in the enemy’s clutches.

I BETTER SEE REALLY TRAUMATIZED YAMATO NEXT WEEK. Of course, I expect him to be cool-headed enough to try to save Takeru, but I will be very disappoint if this goes off with no break downs at all. Takeru is always Yamato’s number one priority!

Super exciteddddd

So I give this ep 7.5/10. The .5 is pretty much for ending with a killer cliffhanger. My one real complaint about this ep is how highly plot-based everything is - we finally got the team all together only to split them up, and on top of that, once split up, we don’t even get all that many character moments between Taichi and Yamato. As I said, they give each other lots of Signifcant Looks, but man cannot live on bread alone. However this is par for the course for this show and I know I should stop mentioning it every week because I doubt it’s changing. We will get the big shockers when we get them and not a moment before.

I just want Yamato to cry in front of Taichi and make him all uncomfortable x’D That’s what made 99 Adventure so great bahahaha

Some cool bits from next week’s trailer:

Surprise surprise, Angemon is the holy Digimon! Or one of, anyway. And he is indeed trapped. This makes the “Angemon is Devimon” theory less likely. Let’s not forget that our heroes’ Digimon partners were evidently a band of powerful warriors in the past, but they’ve forgotten much of it. I won’t be surprised if the result of that war played a part in Angemon’s abduction.

Next week they’ll have to fight to save Takeru from being drained, I guess.

And then!! Digi egg! Excite. Also I only just noticed that his hate says TK!!!

Takeruuu <3 My first fav when I was 10. Though my heart has belonged to Taichi for many long years, I still have a special spot in it for Takeru only <3 Even if he does dress like a celery stick

[thurilostiel]

Do you mind talking about your Blind Oracle? She looks very interesting and beautiful!! I really love her design!!! 🥺🙏

Ok so first of all @cringeyvanillamilk @one-leaf-grimoire @shinyshammie cuz you all seemed interested in the OC of mine. Sooo.... *looks over at like 30 pages of written text for BO’s backstory and pet guides* I’ll start with most basic things, in a short list so that you can choose whenever to read all of this or just the summary.  Also Thank you for the name suggestions, they’re really fun and I had Lilith in there as well, but for like a slightly different meaning of the name. Name used by her: ‘Oracle’[after getting her grimoire], Thana Nickname given by Nozel, as she said she wasn’t given a name upon birth: Gulisa, and later Libi Full name: Lilith Razili Graddfa'r Ddraig Title: Blind Oracle Status: Of well respected Diamond’s Kingdom noble familly DOB: 20th of April Gender: Female Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: [???] she might be ace, but that’s due to a trauma, still questioning Height: 164cm / ~5′4 feet Weight: 54kg / ~119 lb Eye colour: Deep forest Green -green that goes into grey’ish colour spectrum the farther from the center Hair lenght and colour: Long -while down they get past her shoulder blades, longest part goes till her waist- Dark brown with highlights [of slight reddish tones] Skin colour: Delicate carmely tan [typical Central EU skin tone] Special marks/scars: has lots of little scars on her arms and upper back, her eyes have a visible markings on the irises [will include pic later] Magic affinity/magic’s name[as the one written in the grimoire]: Light / Fallen Luster Magic type: Supportive summonings Favourites: food- fresh fruits, ice minties, a big meaty meal, mint ice cream drinks- fruit juice[apple and orange juices], water with frozen lemon/grapes and mint dos- hum melodies, take long walks with her companion[s], experiment with her eyes, making things for her pets and/or others dear to her don’ts- arguing, being descriminated, being in big crowds, having others play heroes for her [i.e. pretend there are robbers nearby and shove her inside an alley to ‘protect her’] Magic Knight Squad: She’s blind so she’s not that confident to get herself into this bussines Race: Half dragon (don’t @ me, you gave me this idea guys, you know where this came from) Personality: kind and shy pesimist, who always looks at the worst possible scenario to be prepared for anything she can think of. Known pets of hers : Emrys - an aftereffect of her father’s experiment, was with her from her 3rd birthday till May5th after her 18th birthday. Unidentified under-race of, what everyone assumed was, a wolf and fox mix, with low nobility mana levels, allowing him to use few ‘spells’ of flower magic. His favourite flower was a Pond Lily, and he loved to snack on freshly cought fishes. Died on May 5th. [need to finish his visuals, tho he’s inspired by a pet in a browser game Eldarya write down ‘Eldarya Rowtsya’ into google and this is really close to what Emrys look[ed] like] Mer - foundling Crystal Eagle of Oracle. He dropped out of a nest on top of a tree under which the girl was resting. He was a little hatchling then, not more than 2 weeks old, the smell of chocolate cookie brought him to such a brave act. Mer was too small to fly back up ot the nest, also Oracle hadn’t noticed that he’s an eagle untill about a month after he joined her on the adventure, and moved on right after giving him the rest of her cookie, making the smol birdie confused as he was never that far away form his nest and decided to stick to her. Mostly because she still got more cookies to feed him. He’s a little grumpy, but he helps her getting around on her travels. He loves chocolate cookies, corn, and ice minties. He’s getting mad really easily, while mad will refuse to eat and fly, instead will be stompin’ angrily on the ground so Oracle will hear him being mad. Meanings of names: Lilith - night monster, monster mother; also believed to be the name of first wife of Adam, a succub that brought fear to little children and pregnant ladies Razili - of Hebrew’s origins meaning ‘Lord’s secret’ Graddfa'r Ddraig - that’s just her father attempt to act human. ‘Dragon Scale’ in Welsh. Due to her mother’s pasing she wasn’t allowed to wear the noble familly name. Gulisa - Little[as in Weak] Heart [Georgian’s origins] Libi - My heart [Hebrew’s origins] Thana - Arabic name meaning ‘Death’ So the backstory goes a little like this: Lilith was taken out of her mother’s dead body about 2h after her death and put into the coffin on her mother’s chest as she was a silent one and not one of servants believed she’d still be alive. Her father was the one to react to her cries and open up the coffin to see his daughter trying to feed herself but getting nothing above few droplets of blood from now uncovered breasts. This caused her to be of a weak heart and health in general, would scratch easily, get exhausted from simple tasks... The father[a dragon and an idiot when it comes to human interactions] somewhat took care of her, not knowing what to do with babies he just stuck to giving her bottles with milk whenever she cried and if that didn’t work get a servant to change her daiper. Her real name was never used inside the castle, her father was using her [draconic version of] middle name or ‘shortenings’- he meant sweetheart but was saying weakheart, meant sweetie when saying hatchilng, you get the point- as everyone took her as a sign and incarnation of missfortune and death, thus called her Thana instead. Their explanation was that no child would be still alive while it’s own twin[brother] was born already half eaten by pests and parasites, and mother having her heart rotten due to a sickness. Last time she saw her father was around her 3rd birthday, month after that he was never seen by her, but they did met a few more times after Lilith was made blind. For years she was left to herself, only cared for in ways of giving her some food and preparing baths and clothes to wear. She wasn’t allowed to study things other than law and the ways of beautiful speach, yet she loved music. She missed her father dearly, but Emrys took up his place greatly, cuddling up to her whenever she was scared, hurt or cold. Her magic started showing around her 5th birthday and since then the elders started getting a bit suspicious. All was going normal, everyday lessons of law and how to speak in front of politicians, break for a meal, then the rest spent with Emrys on a walk around the gardens or in a library stealthy listening to the music lessons on the upper floors. Upon the day of her 15th birthday the elders took her to old ruins, where they marked her eyes with a ‘new emblem’ that was supposed to start a rebelius movement to throw the king from his throne, but after seeing Lilith crashing down with tears of blood and a new moon forming upon the sky they flew away in fear, leaving her there, unnecessarily taking away her sight from her. As the moon started forming, crimson fog hugged the dying girl, a single string of shimmering mana started leading the fog into the noble family castle. Before reaching the gates the unidentified experiment rushed into it and the fog moved back, leaving the castle alone for this day.  Emrys cuddled up to her and covered her with his own mana, focusing on her bloodshot eyes. The fog began cleansing itself, becoming shimmery, as if stardust created it. It later formed her grimoire, the book that would once be called Last Hope, as it’s light was powerful in means of healing and defending, but never there to harm, yet it’s magic was tricky and therefore never the same, no more was it to pleasantly sit back and observe the battle. There was a small peasant village near those ruins, they saw the great light and weird creatures, small circular beings surrounded by silvery feathers and hoops, and some creatures looked like those of stories of old times, the biggest shimmering creature resembled Pan, the great horror of forests. All the creatures dissapeared within a minute and peasants rushed to the ruins. Seeing the young girl in shambled yet definetly expensive clothing and tears of blood streaming down her face they called to her “Oracle! Oh great Blind Oracle! Send upon us a blessing of rain” and so her grimoire started glowing and send upon them the first spell “Moribound wish” which brought the clouds and flooded the noble castles of Diamond Kingdom for whole month. The people heard about an Oracle in old ruins and began coming to her, offering food and crops for a blessing or a prophecy. Her spell was limited, she oculdn’t use it however she wanted, and it called for rest quite often, so people became impatient, rude, envy of such power and ‘luxurious life’ of Oracle. Oracle was inside the ruins for more than 2 years, yet less than 4, she could never tell the time by herself, she always relayed on the good hearted people to tell her what time of the year it was.  Few peasants told the nobles about mysterious Oracle and the blessings she was able to perform- healing some of the elders, bringing rain and storms, and they decided to take her for their own happines. They took her from the ruins on May 5th, after a small battle that she decided to put against them, they killed Emrys as he tried to help her, and put Lilith inside the cage, forced a mask upon her face so they wouldn’t have to see the markings which some of the nobles recognised as the sign of rebelion. After half a year they got bored of her ‘miracles’ and let her go into the wild. She was somehow able to get into Clover Kingdom, her mask easily telling others that something was wrong with her.  But the little bird on her arm was an easy distraction, especialy with how many children would pile up just to be able to pet him or give him some food, so she was able to steal some food from the stands and sometimes money to survive living under the sky. One day she unfortunately tried to rob a Magic Knight Captain, of course not knowing who he was or what a Magic Knight was before that. Nozel Silva was his name, she made a note to remeber that name and upon hearing her explain why she tried to steal from him he actualy took great interest in her story. After a small series of questions which she answered truthfuly, greateful he wasn’t going to put her to jail, He made a decision to let her stay for a week in Silver Eagle HQ where she was able to create few little artifacts helpful in dungeons and unknown areas as well as develop a spell that allowed her to regain sight for a brief moment of 4 minutes. During the week he called her Gulisa, as she told she wasn’t given a name upon birth, and if she was it was long forgotten. Gulisa later turned to Libi which confused the girl, upon asking why he changed his mind he said that it may suit her better, but he’d still prefer to know her true name. Thanks to Nozel’s help she was able to gain money and buy herself a small house which the members of SE often visit after missions in which they found  new artifacts. Often times while practising her magic she’d find a dungeon and explore it with Mer. Few times while in Raquey she was stopped by some male who always asked her for a tea, and would tell her stories about folk-tale creatures, guardians of forests, oceans, skies and mountains, the devils and angels, the dragons and their homes of treasures. He presented himself by name ‘Lonan’ yet seems unsure each time he brings the name up, as if hesitating. He’d always pay for the tea and dessert and leave a package with crystals and some metal parts she’d been looking for. She still travels, but mostly around the borders of Clover and Heart Kingdoms. Searching for new artefacts that could maybe, just maybe, help her regain her sight. “The fact I’ve gotten used to being blind doesn’t mean I don’t want to see someone that I have but meet” “You have your spells don’t you?” “But they don’t allow me to see how I used to. Back then I saw people smiling, now when i use my spell you’re always frowning...” And that would be a brief summary of my OC. *Looks over at the pile of papers* Have I forgotten about something? EDIT: Forgot to add: She can’t fully see by using her spells, they allow her to see the basic outlines and few colours, they depend on her mood and levels of mana she got left, so she’s going blind 99% of time. Her mask was put onto her forcefuly and she was unable to take it down before going to Clover Kingdom. The nobles put her into the half-face mask and stiched it to her face, and she started wearing the ‘butterfly’ one after meeting with Nozel, it was first artifact she made in SE’s HQ. She knew the meaning of name Thana and that’s why she didn’t use it when she was free of elders’ will. Also I might need your opinion on this @thespiralgrimoire

[ai-katsuu]

Pino and Gretel (1/1)

As requested by @oceanspray5​ a fic about Pino and Gretel which I had a lot of fun writing! This just covers breaking their curse so I didn’t go too much into depth with their main story. Inspired by the art of sleepy-lion-king and based off mine. 

Also if you’re wondering what happened specifically between Hans and Gretel, see this short post/art. 

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 “I’m glad you two made up,” Arthur sat down next to his friend, “it’s important for family to stick together.” “Thank you. I’m glad she’s back in my life again.” he smiled and looked over to his sister. Gretel was happily chatting with Audrey and Snow near the far end of where they had all camped. After shutting her out for several years and all of the pain she had to endure alone, Hans was happy she was smiling again. 

He couldn’t undo what he did in the past, but he could at least try to fix it by sticking by her side. “And then during her wedding…” Snow spoke while laughing, “Her shoe broke just before she was about to walk down the aisle! Your brother and I had to help Audrey fix it before they could open the doors, and the crowd had to wait for like, twenty minutes!” “Snow, stop!” Audrey playfully pushed her and covered her face. “But uh..yeah it’s true. It was embarrassing, but it’s a funny story to tell at parties.” she chuckled.

Gretel smiled, “Getting married after a year, how could you be so sure of the one person you’ll spend the rest of your life with?” she genuinely asked. Snow and Audrey thought, “I kinda just knew.” Snow started, “When I proposed to Merlin it wasn’t just on a whim, I thought about it long and hard, and Merlin is the one person who truly loves me for who I am, no matter what I look like. He didn’t prefer Red Shoes nor Snow White, just me.” she smiled at the memory.

Gretel nodded, “Audrey?” she turned to her. Audrey thought about it for a while. “Well, I’ll tell you one thing now, Gret,” she looked at her. “Love at first sight doesn’t exist.” Audrey stated flatly. “Real love takes time, love takes work. At the very least you have to know that person well enough. If you don’t, then do you really love them? Or the person you see them to be?” Gretel and Snow looked at her.

Audrey widened her eyes and put her hands up, “Ah! Sorry I didn’t mean to get all philosophical! To answer your question…” she looked sideways, “True, contradictory to what I said, Jack proposed only 6 months after we met, but in those 6 months we’ve been through a lot together. There’s really no ‘right time’ set for all couples, each one is unique. You just know when they’re the one really.” she concluded smiling. 

“And, also the fact that we were the one who broke their curses, sooo…” Snow high-fived Audrey to which Gretel laughed. “Each is unique huh..” she whispered to herself. The sun was starting to set and Gretel told Audrey and Snow she wanted to go for a walk, to which they nodded and continued their own conversation. 

As she walked through the trees with golden leaves, she began to think about the past days. After finding her brother again (only to see that he had become short and green) she managed to reconcile with him. Although it was begrudgingly, they got there somehow. If she was honest she wouldn't have gotten there without the help of his friend who was also under the same curse as him.

Gretel walked by the river and saw a small bridge up ahead. She looked closer and saw someone sitting on the edge of it, moving his hands around a metal contraption. She smiled and quickened her pace, “Pino,” she called out. The inventor whipped his head to his left and grinned immediately. “Gretel, what are you doing out here?” “Just taking a walk, what are you working on?” she crouched down to his level.

“Something I made to help me find buried things,” he said while twisting the screw driver. “I call it-” “A metal detector?” Gretel cocked her head. Pino stared at her for a bit before nodding rapidly, “Yup, yup. Metal detector. Better name, definitely what I was gonna call it.” Gretel giggled to which Pino did the same. He then patted his hand on the space next to him and she sat next to him.

“It’s a good thing you made up with Hans, I’m really happy for you two, good job.” Pino said. Gretel shook her head, “You know we only made up because of you right?” He scrunched his face, “Me?” “I mean, yeah,” she nodded, “I wasn’t willing to forgive him at first, but you came and talked to me every chance you got,” Although she couldn’t see it, Pino raised his eyebrows and averted his gaze as he rubbed the back of his head, “Sorry, did I bother you too much?” 

“On the contrary! Our talks are one of the happiest I’ve had in my life. The advice you would give me about how important siblings are, your stories with Noki and Kio, your love for your brothers really inspired me to make peace with mine. It’s really all thanks to you, Pino. I couldn’t have done it without you.” his mouth slightly opened as he listened to her in awe before he nervously chuckled, “N-not at all, it’s no problem! I’ll always be there to help you when you need it.” 

“Really?” Gretel eyes widened. Pino looked at her again and saw through her lenses, that her eyes were almost quite literally sparkling. ‘Beautiful..’ he thought before speaking, “Of course...over the past few days you’ve become quite an important person to me. I value you too much.” he spoke honestly.

Something lit inside Gretel’s chest when he heard those words, “Thank you, Pino...you’ve become important to me too..” she softly spoke. Pino swore he could die of happiness right ten and there. They two of them were like that for a bit, and he started to feel a bit nervous.

 “So, you want me to show how this works?” He quickly grabbed his work. Gretel nodded; she rested her head on her hand and just smiled as she looked at Pino talking, fumbling with the device. His words weren’t quite reaching her ears as she stared at him in complete admiration. Not just for his genius mind, but for his personality that made her fall for him-

…

Oh…

...She fell for him…?

(Song to be played! highly recommended to listen!)

Gretel's smile fell for a bit as she came to terms with the new information she just told herself. She suddenly felt hot as she felt her neck and forehead. Excitement, nervousness? Whatever it was she made a quick recovery and Pino’s words came to light again. “...and the switch here has been malfunctioning a bit but I think I managed to fix it.” he looked at it seriously before standing up, “We should try it on the sand over there, maybe it will work there,” “Pino?” He turned around still talking “Yeah I know, it might not be accurate as soil but-”

And then he felt something warm on his lips. Instinctively he had closed his eyes, ‘What...did she..?’ and then the warmness overtook his body as he saw the color gold through his eyelids. Gretel slowly opened her eyes and gasped as she stood back up. His body had a golden glow that lasted for a few seconds before it died down. Gretel put a hand over her mouth in shock to what appeared before her. 

Pino’s hat had fallen on the bridge’s surface, and standing before Gretel was a boy with fluffy light blond hair. The boy raised his hands as he looked at them, “Wha..” he breathed out. He touched his arms and then put a hand to his cheek before his face turned to a hopeful smile. “I’m human..?” and then Gretel saw it for the first time. His sapphire blue eyes that had tears on their edges. “Gretel..you..you broke my curse!” he beamed.

“I-I did?” she stuttered out. She had kissed him on impulse but she didn’t think that it would break his curse. Nonetheless the feelings that have been buried in her chest exploded. “You’re human again..!” she slowly smiled. Pino laughed through his tears and ran up to the red haired girl. He lifted her up and spun her around as they both laughed. Once he had put her down, Gretel was once more entranced by his beautiful eyes, she wondered why he insisted on hiding them. 

“You love me?” he asked, smiling. Now that she could actually see his full face she started to see how attractive and charming he actually was. Of course he was..he is part of the F7. “I do…” she softly spoke, averting her gaze as she shyly smiled, “Do you-” “I do.” he quickly held her hands and nodded. His happy smile appeared again as he went in for one more kiss. 

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“So..how are we gonna tell them?” Pino asked. They were just a few feet from the group, who had lighted a campfire they all sat around. “Um..” Gretel thought for a bit. “Just follow my lead.” and he nodded. She walked up ahead to the group as Pino followed a few steps behind her. Noki laughed as he told a story before he took a double look at the pair ahead of him. He immediately stopped talking and nudged his younger brother, “What-oh..” Kio stared. The pair looked and their eldest brother. The rest had wondered what they were looking at before they followed their gaze.

There was a gasp from someone. Silence. Gretel was about to speak before she froze up from all the eyes. “Er..” 

“Did you guys-?” Merlin asked 

“Yeah,” Pino slowly nodded. 

Jack pointed his finger out to Gretel “And were you the one-” 

“Yup,” she popped the last letter. 

Snow followed, “Since when did you two-” 

“Over the past few weeks,” Pino shrugged. 

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cry, that's so cute,” Audrey gasped as she clung onto Jack’s arm, who was equally in shock. 

“You did it!” Noki and Kio ran up to their brother, who crouched down and gave them a happy hug. “Gretel..!” Hans stood up and hugged his sister. The group cheered and applauded. 

Hans smiled happily as he watched. Arthur went up to him once more, “Well you’re taking this well.” he put her arm around his shoulder. Hans laughed, “What do you mean?” “Well, she was the one who broke his curse.” “And?” Arthur chuckled, “Mate, he kissed your sister.” Hans’ eyes had widened a considerable amount, enough to creep Arthur out to back away from him, as there was still a smile on Hans’ face. 

“You kissed my sister?!” Hans, pushed himself through the group. They stared at him, “Well, of course they kissed, how did you think his curse got broken?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Hans..” Gretel eyed him with warning. “You, young lady, I thought I said no boyfriend till married!” 

“?!” 

“Hans what the hell does that even mean!?” Gretel crossed her arms as she looked down on him, literally. “Don’t talk back to your brother, and you!” his eyes went to Pino. “Um…” he stepped back a bit. “How dare you advance on her. Sterben dummkopf!” he jumped up and latched himself onto his head, attacking him with whatever means possible.

[kaibacxrps]

Memories of the rod

Discord thread with @kaibacorpbros !

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Entering Set’s soul room could be compared to a russian roulette of sorts. No one knows what is behind that door, and anyone could only come up with assumptions about it.

From the outside, faint cries of a baby could be heard coming from the partially open door.

The room had undergone drastic transformations. The indoors seemed to have become some sort of a patio, with a small fountain in it’s center - another part of the royal palace that Kaiba had seen a few times in the past. The faint cry of an infant could still be heard, and soon enough the sounds of footsteps down the corridoor joined it.

“Ah, there you are Seto.”

A familiar voice rang through the corridoor as Set slowly walked up to his vessel, with a little surprise- bundle in his arms. The cry had ceased, by the time the priest made it over to Kaiba. There is a smile on his gentle face, while he showed up wearing the same pajamas has him.

He just couldn't sleep. So what to do about that? Barge into Set's soul room to kill some time.

But he didn't expect to find himself here or for the spirit to come walking around carrying what was most definitely a child. It certainly produced an odd mirror image for Seto, he hadn't dealt with any babies for a very long time.

"You... why do you have a baby in your soul room?"

It had stopped crying at the very least, and Seto peered at it. Was it really there in a way, or could it fade at any moment? 

Seto's surprise was written all over his face, it was obvious how something like this was probably the last thing he would expect to come across in this place. Somehow this made the priest's smile widen, as his gaze shifted from his vessel to the child in his arms.

"This is another one of my memories." Set responded faintly, in order to not disturb the sleeping baby. A light yawn came from the bundle, followed by a few slight movements.

The spirit appeared to be beaming- so happy to be holding the infant like that. With one hand, he proceeded to gingerly tug aside the cloth that the boy was wrapped up in so Kaiba  could see him. "This was my very first child." He commented with a prideful smile on his face. The baby had his father's distinct, deep blue eyes, the skin was dark and had some black hair on him.

Seto didn't bother questiong how the memory stystem of Set's soul room operated, nor did he really care.

But, he did move closer to look at the kid, quiet curiosity on his face.

"The one that grows up to be king, right?" he asks softly.

Looking at it was like looking at a mini version of the spirit. And the tiny form brought back memories of when Mokuba was a baby.

"Hello there..." Seto extends a hand to lightly brush a finger against the child's hand to let it know someone else was there. He didn't want to startle it.

"How old is he right now?"

A soft cooing noise came from the baby, when he got into contact with Kaiba's finger. Another yawn followed it, as his tiny hands moved slightly.

"I'd say a few months old... Yes, around this age." Set responded as he proceeded to gingerly stroke the baby's cheek, with a finger.

"He turned out to be just like me, when he grew older." The spirit added while he still tended to his bundle. The baby had his eyes widely open the entire time, his gaze seemed to shift between his father and the other who looked just like him.

"Isn't he adorable? Heh he stole mine and his mother's hearts since the day he was born..." 

"He looks healthy."

With the comment Seto nudged his index finger into the baby's hand to see if he'd grab it in that little baby not-quite-death-grip-grip, but boy did kids act like it was one.

"You said he succeeded you in his teens, right?"

There was a small rufffle to the child's hair, much like Seto used to do to Mokuba. Which made him wonder... could it be held by him as well?

Though he didn't know how to go about asking. "Do you mind...?" He settled on holding out his arms slightly.

"Teens... I told you Seto. He was a full grown man by then." Set promptly responded with a chuckle, as he bounced the baby in his arms for a brief second in order to elicit a laughter out of him.

He got what he wanted out of him, but at the same time he caused the newborn to start whining and quickly evolved into crying.

"Oh no, no, no... Shhh... Oh it's okay, I'm sorry..." Set cooed to the crying baby, as his eyes averted from him upon hearing Seto's request.

That's right, as much as he loved his son Set didn't have the best of luck handling his kids so early in their lives. Given how Kaiba used to take care of Mokuba since very early in their lives, then maybe he would have an easier time soothing him down.

"Well, I suppose... There won't be any harm to it. You know how to hold it, right?" Set asked while carefully, handing over the crying baby to Kaiba- much to his dismay. 

The repeated culture clash prompted a brief exasperated scowl from Seto. Right, because making a teenager the prime minister of Japan or any country would work out sooo well.

Though he wouldn't have imagined that the kid would have changed its mood so quickly with its father there. Perhaps its mother primary spent time with him?

"Of course I do." And he did, indeed. He took the fussing child in careful arms, supporting the head and bottom, holding the bundle close to his chest.

"Oi, oi, there's no need to cry," he whispered. It'd been quite some time since he'd done anything like this, but he started gently rocking the child.

"Your dad's right there, shh, shh. If you calm down a bit, I'll tell you a story about dragons. Mokuba would vouch that they are worth it."

Well, if Mokuba remembered them, that was.

The fussy newborn's cries didn't cease, neither did squirming. His small arms and even legs, tried to wrestle- against his holder. Even more high pitched whines left the newborn, when Kaiba spoke to him.

Set had joined the other man in trying to calm down his son, to no effort. This didn't surprise him at all, it happened with all of his children. Eventually a defeated sigh left the priest, as he stepped away from Kaiba.

"I wonder if he's hungry... Or wants his toy. Can you stay here? I will have a look around this place." He said, while already facing away from Seto and heading deeper into the hallway.

In a matter of seconds Kaiba was left all by himself, with the crying newborn- future heir to the throne. 

"That could be it," Seto agreed, more focused on the squirming baby though. "Sure," he said absent-mindedly, but Set was already gone.

He continued to rock the wailing kid, never seeming to be bothered or annoyed by it in the slightest. "Fine, fine," he said with a soft sigh.

"Shh... listen. If you do carefully, you can hear wing beats- of what? Why, the most powerful dragon of all time!" While his expuression didn't change much, his voice had much more range, and many would question of this was really Seto Kaiba speaking.

"He's humongous, and black as night! But he had one flaw, a missing wing. He could never fly like the other dragons. But then he met a brave knight that was sent to kill him--but they teamed up instead, for the knight didn't need to fight in the sky..."

At first instance, it seemed like the baby's cries had gotten louder in volume and sharper in tone. As he kept squirming- the tiny legs tried to kick, as the squealing didn't end.

But eventually, the baby caught on to Kaiba's voice. It was a lot different from his father's, so soothing as well. It didn't take long for Kaiba's efforts to be paid off, as the baby's cries slowly diminished.

By the time Seto stopped talking, the baby was quiet and staring intently at the man's face. There was a bit of cooing, accompanied by the end of his squirming.

It is likely he didn't understand what the man was telling him, but that voice was entrancing and so soothing for the little bundle. 

"Heh... there. Thing's aren't so bad, once you calm down, now are they?"

With a smirk he stared back at the child for a brief moment. Something familiar niggling at the back of his mind. His purpose, his mission.

Take care of your brother.

Seto knew very well there was no chance the kid could have the foggiest idea of what he was saying. But he still continued on, back to his story. He believed he may have told Mokuba this one, but he had spun so many over the years and he likely retold quite a few to his brother with neither of them realizing.

No matter, there was no way for the baby to know.

It was impossible to tell how long Kaiba was left with the baby. Regardless of it, there was no more cries from the  newborn or even any kind of problem going forward from there.

By the time Set returned, his son was in a state of deep slumber in Kaiba's arms. The spirit came back empty-handed, thankfully by the looks of it whatever he had set out to look for wasn't necessary. He stood by a doorway for a moment, before he approached Kaiba.

"I hope he didn't give you too much trouble... I recall the servants that looked after him, mention how much of a troublemaker he could be." Set spoke in a low tone as he got closer to him, he is extremely careful in order to not wake up the infant. There was a momentary pause, while he stared at him- the way he held the bundle and looked at him... A thought crossed his mind.

"Mokuba. You and him..."

His eyes didn't leave the small sleeping form. And quite a few heartbeats passed with Seto not even seeming to acknowledge the spirit's presence, or if he even heard him.

"No, he was fine," he said with a nod at to-be pharaoh. "Just had to figure out what worked for him."

There was another pause. It seemed like Seto was simply going to ignore the latter comment.

"Many people assume that I would be useless with children. That I wouldn't have the patience for them or something. I can't figure out how they assume such a thing." He scoffs softly. He's still not looking at the spirit. All of his focus was on the bundle in his arms.

"Mokuba was a little yokai in his own right. Most of his early time was spent with me."

It was far from a straightforward explanation, but Seto would have to actively try to form one for memories so far supressed. Even before anything went too far downhill, Seto had loved taking care of his brother. And then when things got worse, he simply stepped up to the plate.

"You've got a good kid here. Didn't take me nearly as long to get him quiet." 

Set remained in silence the entire time Kaiba spoke, his gaze flickered between him and the bundle. At first he had a faint smile on his face, but it slowly diminished throughout the other's ramble.

Mokuba has only made very vague nods and mentions of their past, and prying these sorts of answers from Seto was nearly impossible most of the time. His explanation and answer made sense, and it shouldn't surprise or even come as a shock to him.

It might be better, if he didn't try to delve deeper into that. As such, he gave Kaiba a silent nod with his head before he spoke."That's good hear... I wasn't worried, it just..." Has been so long the last time I got to look at any of my children.

His voice trailed off, as his smile faintly returned to him while he dared to take a closer look at his son. "He was the very first good thing to happen to me, after that tragedy." Set added, his voice was incredibly soft- almost as if he were holding back tears. "For now, he doesn't have a name... We, me and his mother, only gave him one when he turned 5 years old." The priest moved away from them for a moment, as he took a deep breath. 

His instinct was to ask why, but a moment later he put it together. "Probably the right thing to do."

Right, survival rate wasn't exactly the best back then.

"I see. That's... good. Being a positive thing after it all--I mean."

Seto finally looks up from the infant now that the topic has been shifted off of him.

"Would you like him back? I'm sure he misses you," he offered. He could tell something was off, but he didn't want to ask what was wrong. Perhaps this would do some good. 

“It was common practice, my mother had done the same to me.” Set responded, trying to dismiss and maintain the lighthearted theme in their talk. However, before he could answer to Kaiba’s offer Set took a look around, as though something had crossed his mind.

Was that the big day’s memory? That one? This has to be it.

The priest at first was hesitant to take the infant back, after all he looked so peaceful in Seto’s arms... But alas. He proceeded to retrieve it from his vessel, and took one of his hands for so the other would follow him.

Set didn’t say a word, he simply took them through a doorway, another memory would be played for them.

The harsh sunlight immediately greeted them once they walked through the doorway, which led to a balcony. There stood Set, accompanied by servants- other members of the court, he wore a distinctly different set of garbs from what he had on himself just a second ago. The bundle- baby somehow, ended up in that Set’s hands. The pharaoh walked forward - just a bit more on the balcony, then raised the infant in order to show to his empire the his first son, the promising future of their kingdom.

“In this day, I showed him to the rest of the world... The Gods blessed us with him...” The spirit commented, as he stood by Kaiba’s side watching over the whole scene with him. “I look fondly back to this day... It’s one of my favorite moments, in my life...”

Seto gives a small nod at the explanation. It certainly made sense, even if a bit morbid. Ironic that in present day the issue was too many kids and not enough homes.

But Set takes the kid back, and Seto was thankful to stretch his arms out after that. And luckily, the child didn't spiral into another crying fit. What he didn't expect was to be led elsewhere. A new passage, a new memory.

It was odd, to watch the scene before him with the Set and the child next to himself as well. Nor did he quite know what to say to the priest's words. Seto was better with the children than the parents in all honesty.

"Congratulations." He speaks in a soft tone, without any sense of his usual dry wit or sarcasm. He doesn't know what else to say for a moment, he felt as if he was intruding in all honesty. But Set brought him to see this, so it must have wanted him to see it.

"I'm sure he made a good king."

[mentallyinwalmart]

Springtime— Prologue

Special thanks to @onefail-at-atime for the inspiration! This is shaping up to have 4 parts and be a predominantly Podsa/Gendrya fic with Braime sprinkled in (and obviously just badass Northern Queen’s and Southern Ladies/Knights and of course, the iconic Lannister Bros, and their time as Hands Of the King/Queen). This prologue basically gives you the setup for what I changed from the “official ending” and what has happened in the time elapsed. Enjoy!

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Even after the longest night, the North pulled through the winter that came. Three and a half years had passed since that fateful night, and not a day went by where Sansa didn’t think of Theon and Lyanna and all the other warriors lost to the Night Kings army.

Nor did a day go by where she wasn’t courted by some suitor or another. Whether the declaration of intent came in a letter or gift, or in person differed from day to day, it was always the same. Just some man who craved the title of King in the north and wanted nothing more than to marry her, lay her with child, and push her to the side as they took the reigns.

She’d met a few men who were different, men who were kind and weak willed. Men who came with money and kindness, but lacked the spine and strength to truly make her a match.

She wondered how her parents had been so lucky to be pushed together by fate. A man and woman both so valiant and well matched. Catelyn had told her once it was not true love, that she and Ned had worked for every bit of connection and intimacy they shared.

But even if that was true, they’d both been strong, capable people who respected one another. People capable of forming a partnership even if the love never moved from platonic to romantic. Sansa was searching for that.

As a child she’d been a romantic, hoping for a knight like Loras or young Prince Joffrey to sweep her off her feet. But as she’d grown older, and felt the blows life had to strike, she began to realize what she wanted was strength, and power, and the ability to protect those innocents like her from the things she’d suffered.

But the thorn of jealousy had torn at Sansa’s heart when Arya had first returned from her quest, and begun receiving the letters. Sansa loved her sister, and after their occasional meetings she understood her sisters affections for the Lord of Storms End. But still, for Arya, who had never wanted anything but to swing a sword and be independent, to be living Sansa’s childhood dream of a handsome Lord pining over her stung just a bit.

But after their wedding at last years end, when Sansa for the first time truly saw them together, she realized this was nothing like her childhood dreams. But that it was positively perfect for her sister.

She focussed on her Queendom and keeping them alive. And promised her advisors that when Spring came she would find a suitable match, someone able and skilled, and capable of helping her get the North through the following winter.

Her winter reign was a time of peace, rebuilding, and the most joy any winter had been filled with in centuries. It was sometimes whispered that the fire of the Queen’s hair and the fire in the northmen’s souls melted the snow and summoned spring so quickly.

But when the first roses of red bloomed and the sky brightened each morn painted in pink and yellow haze, Sansa knew her time was up.

And still she was no closer to finding a match, or any man she could even hope to tolerate for a lifetime.

—

“Sansa.” Bran spoke without turning to face her as Podrick and Tyrion stood when she entered the council chambers.

“Brother.” She said with a nod in Brans direction, “Ser Podrick, Lord Tyrion.” Bran spun his chair to face the queen as she and the other council members settled at the table.

“I have called you all here to discuss the matter of my taking leave. Obviously, I have not brought the other members because this is a more,” she paused and bran could see by her placid face she was looking for the right word, “personal matter.”

“Is it really time already?” Tyrion asked, raising an eyebrow at Sansa.

He didn’t as his real question, ‘are you just using this as an excuse to avoid the imminent courtships you will have to soon take place in?’ But from her expression it was clear she understood.

“Yes, Tyrion.” She said, “you’ve seen my sister. Even though she may have the hardest will, her modest stature won’t outlast the eighth month, the doctors and I agree. Her babe will be here in no more than a fortnight and I must be with her when it arrives.”

Tyrion looked as though he wanted to protest but Bran looked at him, staring so deep it was as if he could see into the man’s soul.

“The Queen is right.” He said, “If she does not leave in the next three days the babe will come without her.”

Tyrion slumped slightly in his chair, and Bran watched as Sansa straightened up just a little bit.

“Fine.” The Hand mumbled, “But we’re sending no less than two dozen guards with you, as well as Podrick and myself.”

Sansa shook her head before he'd even finished speaking,

“No, Lord Tyrion, you’ll be in charge. My brother will accompany me to the South and Storm’s End.”

Bran looked between the two of them, and was just the tiniest bit of relief to find no hostility, simply persistent good will.

“I won’t be going. The wagons hurt my back and I’ve already sent Arya a raven insisting she come to see me when she’s back on her feet, which she has assured me will be moments after she gets, and I quote, ‘this goblin out of my stomach’.”

Sansa laughed and despite himself, Bran also cracked a smile.

“Poor Gendry,” Tyrion said, and then he and Podrick were laughing too.

After their brief lapse in serious discussions, Sansa straightened once more and nodded at Tyrion.

“Still, my Lord Hand, you must stay and rule in my stead. I don’t need extra protection, I am more than capable of caring for myself, especially with two dozen guards.”

“Even so,” Tyrion replied, “Ser Podrick will be going with you. As head of the Queensguard his place is with you. And besides, I think my sister in law will be most pleased to see him.”

Bran watched as Sansa turned to face Ser Podrick who was practically beaming at the mention of Ser Brienne, his former mentor. The moment the Guardsmen noticed the Queen’s gaze though he flushed slightly and toned down his enthusiasm.

“My place of course, is with you my queen.” He nodded at Sansa, “but Lord Tyrion is correct, more than anything I should like to see Ser Brienne.”

Sansa opened her mouth to speak but Tyrion got there first,

“Ser Brienne and the King Of the Six Kingdoms will of course be in attendance. I cannot speak to my brothers where abouts however, as, like me, he may also be confined to the castle to rule in his majesties absence.” He shot Sansa a look that was mostly good natured. “Who’d have thought the starks and the Lannister’s would one day be ruling side by side, as King,” he paused, “and Queen of course” he nodded at Sansa, “and hand.”

“So it’s settled then.” Podrick spoke for the first time that day with real authority and Bran watched Sansa carefully as she straightened up where she sat. “We leave tomorrow at daybreak. I shall ready the guards and your carriage my lady.”

“No need.” Sansa said, ignoring the slip up and Podrick’s embarrassed stuttering to correct himself to ‘my queen’. “I shall ride horseback with the rest of you. We will make better time.”

She nodded to Podrick who stood and bowed before leaving in a flustered but seemingly happy hurry. Tyrion nodded too and stood up, bowing to her as well before retreating.

“As you say my Queen,” He said, “if you see my brother tell him if he doesn’t visit soon I’m declaring war.”

For a moment Sansa looked aghast but when Tyrion winked she let out a sigh of relief and offered her Hand a smile.

“As you say, my lord.” She chuckled as he departed and looked to Bran. “Do you need anything, brother? or perhaps need share anything with me?”

Bran looked at his sister, how long her hair had grown and the confidence and courage she now stood with, at how small smile lines had returned to her mouth and the drop of her eyes said her mind seemed to rest a little easier. He shook his head.

“No, dear sister, we have all we need.” He handed her a note, “when you see her, give this to Arya, will you?”

Sansa nodded, and took the sealed letter before exiting the room and heading towards her chambers.

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Cinderella

« Au douzième coup de minuit, le charme sera rompu, et tout redeviendra comme avant. »

[ At the stroke of midnight, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as before. ]

In this twisted version of the popular fairy tale, a very special mission is given to young peasant Laurent King, by an even more special individual. A smile on her blood coloured lips, the Fairy Godmother orders him to go and kill the Prince.

Inspired from this song

-

Though I’m dancing in a dream, nothing is quite as it seems Everything will disappear at midnight’s chime Fingers calling me away, there’s no room to be afraid Down the winding staircase I take three steps at a time...

-

Everything feels hazy and blurry around Laurent, and he can barely make out his surroundings. The dagger stuffed deep inside his inner pocket, he bites on his lip, unsure of what to do once he arrives

( easy mission ? Yeah, didn’t think so. That Fairy surely sugarcoated a lot of things )

But no matter how crude she could have made it sound instead, he would have accepted anyway. Royalty is society’s flea, and if he had the opportunity to get rid of it, then so be it.

As he nears the castle in his beautiful, silvery carriage, he can’t help but shiver, and when the guards gesture him to follow them, he does, doing his best to ignore his heart slamming against his chest.

( why would I feel conflicted about this ? )

-

Beyond the carriage door, I saw you trembling Won’t you please set aside the burdens of life and come with me to the dance ?

-

Barnaby Lee is observing as guests make their way inside, and he easily spots the silver carriage pulled by beautiful white horses.

( so beautiful, they almost feel like straight out of the most creative child’s dreams )

Inside, he spots a shaky figure, and doesn’t think much of it. After all, this is a ball. Obviously a lot of people feel anxious.

-

“Search and find the one who has wronged us.” Your whispered words are still echoing I grip even tighter the weapon held in my hands as I plot to bring your ending Slowly all the orphans are gathering under my watch behind my smiling mask And I, as the seraph, welcome them in my wings, as I play the role of saviour

-

Laurent King can still think of the ( w i t c h ) Godmother’s words. ‘Look for him, think of all the things his family did, and finish him at last’

The Lee Royal family couldn’t be considered as the best. Not with the current King, who could only be described as a bloodthirsty tyrant who would do everything in his power to reach his goals.

Rumour is, he got people executed for not sharing his ideologies.

Luckily, Laurent had learned how to lay low, and how to go unnoticed. Like that, no way he would get hanged for hating the monarchy.

Nervously, he feels through his pocket the weapon sheathed inside, and finds himself letting out a sigh of relief. With that, he almost considers himself as invincible. He just needs to get the prince away from everyone, and quietly do his business. Quietly, Laurent steps into the ballroom at last, and stares at all of the guests and their false expressions of happiness. In all honesty, they probably all hate the King as much as Lau, but simply want to enjoy a good time as well as some dancing, so they pretend to like him.

And in the middle of all these guests, stands the Prince, bowing gently at people and seemingly complimenting them, a charming smile on his face.

( Pft. You probably only see them as rats that need to disappear. How hypocritical )

-

Melting down to flakes of ash, Within a crimson glow Your slipper made of glass

-

Shoes with bits of glass. The Fairy said it was charming. Lau would rather say they looked terrible... but if it was going to please the Prince and ultimately make him trust him, then he can endure wearing an ugly pair of shoes.

Like a snake, he circles around his prey, thinking of the best way to speak to him, to lure him. An elaborate red mask on his face, it will be quite easy for the Prince to notice him. A few guests decided to wear masks as well for show, but none of them stand out as much as Laurent’s.

Eventually, it works. He is noticed. Barnaby sees the weak glint of his shoes, and smiles at him before bowing and taking his hand to kiss it.

( Ew )

“You look good, sir !”

“You said that to everyone”

He couldn’t help that snarky reply. Barnaby blushes briefly, and attempts to gather himself.

“Yeah, but... you deserve that compliment. I’ve never seen such a beautiful outfit, wow !”

A blood red vest, an ivory white shirt, he almost looks like a white rose. A white rose, somehow covered in blood.

( Prelude to what might soon happen, perhaps ? )

“Well, thank you, I supp-”

“May I have this dance ?”

Barnaby himself hadn’t planned to ask this, and once he says those words, he immediately turns paper white as he thinks of what his father might think of this.

( ‘You ? Dancing with a mere commoner ? Ri-di-cu-lous !’ )

However, Lau sees in this the perfect opportunity to carry out his plan, and nods while forcing a smile.

“Gladly, your Royal Highness”

A blush creeps across Barnaby’s face as he nervously wraps an arm around Lau’s waist, dragging him into a waltz.

“Oh p-please, just call me Barnaby. All those titles give me a headache...”

“Shouldn’t you be used to them by now ?”

Despite the mission he has, he can’t help but feel curious, and Barnaby only shrugs.

“I suppose... but... I never really asked to be a Prince, you know ?”

Sometimes, the Castle just doesn’t feels right for him... and Lau raises an eyebrow as Barnaby makes him twirl.

( Whoever taught him how to dance is an extremely good teacher )

“Still, with the privileges you have, I wouldn’t be whining if I were at your place”

The fortune Barnaby owns must be unimaginable, and Lau couldn’t even dare consider owning that much money. Swiftly, he finds himself against Barnaby’s chest once again.

“Yeah, but... it’s like there’s a wall between me and the rest of the kingdom, you know ?”

( Why am I confiding to a stranger !? Why am I telling all of this ? Father will sooo kill me )

And yet... talking to his guy with fiery hair is so thrilling, it feels as if magnets were embedded into their chests, and they had to be near each other at this moment.

( Destiny, perhaps ? )

“Hm... I’ve never considered it that way” Laurent admits.

“Yeah ! And the kingdom hates me for things my father did... I swear, I’m going to reform the government as soon as I take the throne ! You have my word - !”

He suddenly stops, and Lau can’t help but stare at the prince with wide eyes.

( Maybe my judgement was false ? )

“Forgive me, I’m not sure I got your name... ?” Barnaby asks at last.

Laurent bites on his lip, softly...

“Call me Dorian”

-

I must take my leave right now. I am shaking up and down Though I catch you glancing over at the clock... Shoes no longer on my feet - the slope is much too slippery But my fingers reach around your neck ‘fore I can stop

-

( I can’t do this )

( I cannot )

( It’s impossible )

( STOP IT ! )

After dancing, and talking, and dancing again, and talking again, they manage to sneak out of the ballroom, and eventually successfully arrive in Barnaby’s chambers. As they stand on the balcony, chatting and stargazing, Lau’s conflicted heart slams against his chest as he tries to figure out what to do.

He can feel the dagger press against his sides.

His mouth feels parched, his throat seems to be lined with blood.

By talking to the Prince, he discovered a whole different person from the one he had pictured himself. He wasn’t an exact copy of his ruthless father, not at all. He found a kind, understanding young man who only wanted the best for his people.

( And I have to kill him )

Why ? Why would the 

w i t c h  

Fairy Godmother want this ? What happened between her and the Royal Family ? Lau clears his throat before speaking.

“I should leave, Barnaby. It’s getting late...”

Close to midnight, in fact.

( ‘By midnight, my boy, the spell will no longer be under effect. Be home by midnight, and wash the blood off your clothes ! )

Barnaby reaches for Laurent, but the latter slides away, hugging himself for warmth... and comfort.

“I really have to go, Barnaby...”

But before he can order himself to leave at once, he throws his arms around Barnaby’s neck, pulling him into a deep embrace as tears trickle down his reddened face.

-

I kiss the falling tears that slip from your eyes And at that very moment I felt a shiver running through deep inside

-

Gently, Barnaby hugs him back, and musters up enough courage to kiss his tears away.

Immediately, a shiver runs down his spine, as a small voice whispers into his mind:

Run.

He doesn’t follow that piece of advice. Instead, he looks at the man pressed against him, and reaches for the mask’s strings.

Slowly unties them.

And lets the mask fall to the floor, revealing the most beautiful man Barnaby had ever seen, with freckles easily comparable to stars during a night’s sky.

“Beautiful...” he whispers faintly.

Neither of them knows who kisses the other first.

-

Please don’t let the bells sound for midnight, I find myself bowing down to you Although I am screaming “Don’t do it !” my right hand slips, bidding you goodbye forever You, who bears the air of such a princess, wearing the smoke of gunshots on your eyes My frozen facade was no match against your fire, and I felt it piercing through the ice

-

Soon midnight.

Please don’t let it be midnight.

( please )

Lau slowly pulls away from the kiss, no matter how bad he wants to keep going, and gently bows down to the prince, grabbing his mask and sliding it back on his face, tying the strings.

“I really have to go, Barnaby”

( Maybe if I just don’t do it, everything will be alright. The Fairy will find someone else to do her dirty work... or she’ll do it herself. Either way, I wouldn’t be dragged back into this story. Not anymore )

The Prince pouts, but nods anyway, as understanding as usual.

“Alright... but I’ll see you again, right ? Right ? We can meet up somewhere, I’ll try to not get recognized by other people, maybe wear a cloak or something, and we’ll spend some time together !”

And a smile curls up Lau’s lips as he nods.

“That... sounds very nice, actually”

( No it’s NOT. GO. GO, RIGHT NOW )

Barnaby smiles. The most loveliest smile, from the most handsome guy Laurent had seen.

“Alright then... but at least let me walk you back to your ca-”

( DO NOT DISOBEY ME )

The witch’s words suddenly ring inside of Lau’s ears, almost piercing his brain. Before he can realize what is happening, his right hand suddenly reaches for the dagger inside of his pocket, clutching it and

( NO !!!! )

plunging the blade through Barnaby Lee’s chest.

And at last, realization of what he just did dawns on him.

-

Even right now I can hear your breathing ring in my ears Pulling my heartstrings like a distant dream Down through the stained glass windows panes, the light from the moon Drapes on your shoulders like a veil

-

Everything in Barnaby’s mind stops.

His sole focus is the man standing in front of him.

He can barely care about the dagger digging through his chest.

He can only see Dorian Lau’s eyes. Beautiful brown.

Brown, a colour which can look like dried off blood.

Blood, trickling down Barnaby’s chest and darkening his clothes. Heavily, he falls on his knees, and Lau is quick to do the same, his fingers still wrapped around the golden hilt.

And despite what he just did, with the moonlight shedding on him, he looks as beautiful as ever.

-

Tear away the dress that I’m wearing - this tiara was not meant for me All that I can feel now as your eyes stare into mine is the fire in me burning Our two souls, alike in seclusion, and now they’ve found each other’s company But if I am not the one who will stop your tears, then it’s all a one-sided story

-

Barnaby’s lidded eyes stare at Lau’s. He’s still breathing. Not for long, however. Soon enough, he will release his last breath, and leave this oh so cruel world.

Lau finally manages to let go of the dagger, letting it stick out of Barnaby’s chest.

Silence reigns between the two. But strangely enough, Barnaby has enough strength to reach for Lau’s mask... and the redhead immediately understands. He unties it, and discards it before cupping Barnaby’s face, making him look at him.

Green eyes.

Like the leaves of a flower that will soon wilt.

“I’m sorry...” he whispers.

A heavy lump forms itself in his throat, and he is dangerously close to sob.

“I-I had to... I had to...”

“I understand”

And the Prince smiles faintly at him, before letting himself fall to the floor.

-

Stop the time at this very instant, I am completely drawn into you If God will have mercy then let me please stay right there, as I count your every heartbeat Overwhelmed by rushing emotions, I’m left to drown within this spreading warmth From this moment on my body will move no more... it is all just like a fairytale

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Oblivious {1}

Tom Holland X Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Words: +1K

Warnings: Cursing, Anxiety, and bad writing

Summary: Y/n is an actress with big dreams and ambition, and she somehow ends up meeting and working with Tom Holland her idol and past celebrity crush. They will build a strong friendship with each other, but will they stay oblivious towards their feeling for each other forever? 

A/n: I’m back! I’m a bit nervous to post this so please let me know what you think!

Masterlist!

This is it

You've waited and worked for this your whole life

A role in a real movie, huge movie, that everyone was going to see

Not only were you just going to be a main role in this huge movie, but you were also going to work alongside

Tom fucking Holland

Your idol, role model you could say

You've admired him for years, since the beginning really

And yeah, maybe you were a bit obsessed with him in your teen years, but that was a long time ago

You did freak out a bit when you found out you were going to be working with Tom Holland. But now you're more just nervous, anxious really

Will he even like you? Was he really as nice as he seemed? What if he hated you? What if you fuck this up and make it awkward?

Isn't anxiety just great…

But there was no time for this, today is the day you were going to meet him along with your other colleagues and get your scripts. And damn it you were going to be professional, cause if you messed this up you knew you were going to hate yourself

You sighed, taking a deep breath, before slowly opening the door to the room where you were supposed to ‘meet’

“Y/n!”

You jumped slightly from the voice before seeing the director in the room, “Hey Chloe, sorry about that. Just a bit nervous” you chuckled nervously

“Don't worry about it,” she laughed, smiling at you. “Tom should be here soon, you can have a seat over there,” she motioned to the one couch in the empty room besides a coffee table in front of it. “We’ll be handing out the scripts soon”

“A-alright” you gave her a smile before sitting down

Shit, I hope I don’t mess this up

Your heart was beating out of your chest, you just tried to keep your breathing steady while fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. You were nervous, obviously, you just wished it wasn’t showing.

Lost in thought, you looked up quickly when you heard a familiar English accent.

“Hi, my apologies for being late,” he walked into the room shaking Chloe’s hand before his eyes quickly flickered towards you.

Your eyes widened, he was there, in front of you. His curly hair, soft eyes, and precious grin.

Precious? What the hell is wrong with me?

You jumped up from the couch, eyes glued to him as you tried to say something.

Anything!?

“No problem Tom” Chloe smiled at him, Tom smiled and nodded in response. “This is Y/n, you’re going to be working with her. I hope you two will get along,” she chuckled motioning over to you, causing his eyes to move over to you.

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Get your shit together!? Say something!

You cleared your throat taking your hand out for a handshake, he smiled shaking your hand

You felt electricity shoot up your arm. Is this really happening? This is Tom Holland, and I'm actually holding his hand, well, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Holland”

Mr. Holland!? What the hell is wrong with you? You mentally cursed at yourself

He chuckled letting go of your hand. “Please, just call me Tom”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek and looking to the side

“I’ve seen a couple of your movies, you’re a great actress. I'm excited to work with you,” he grinned at you causing crinkles to form around his eyes

Fuck

“Thank you, that means a lot. I'm a big fan of your work” you fiddled with your sleeve, looking up at him. He smiled at you, taking his eyes off you when your other coworkers walked into the room.

Everyone exchanged introductions, before taking a seat. You and Tom sitting further away from each other

“Alright, here is the scripts. You guys know how this works, study, learn them, and don't leak anything.” Chloe raised an eyebrow at Tom

Tom rolled his eyes, taking the script. “Yeah, yeah”

You giggled quietly, hiding your face behind the script. Tom quirked an eyebrow, looking over at you, “what?” you looked at him clearing throat, looking down at the script. “Nothing…”

“Spoiler King” you mumbled trying to stifle a laugh , he looked over at you chuckling before looking back at the script.

His laugh, it sounded even better in person. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel butterflies, but it was nothing.

Everyone then fled out of the room, you and Tom exchanging looks before he walked out of the room. You smiled to yourself making your way out of the room before Chloe stopped you, smirking at you. “Sooo, Tom?”

You raised an eyebrows, “what about him?”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “There is obviously something there! You can’t tell me you didn’t feel anything”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Clo, there is nothing. And no, I didn’t feel anything, I was just nervous.”

She scoffed, “Yeah nervous cause you were in love with him when you were younger” you widen your eyes, putting a hand over her mouth, “I was a teenager, that was nothing.”

She glared at you, moving your hand away. “Fine, but I think you guys would be good friends. Just spend some time with him?” you rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Go do your job Chloe. I’ll talk to you later” you sighed, grabbing  your script, bag and making your way out of the building.

The whole drive home was filled with nothing but thoughts of all embarrassing things you did when you were younger.

I swear if he finds out the things I did, I’ll just die on the spot.

You groaned falling onto your couch, script in hand. “Okay, let's read this” you sat on the couch the rest of the day reading through script eyes widening, you cursed grabbing your phone.

Y/n: We have a kissing scene!?

Chloe: Hehehe, love ya

“Fuck” you cursed, running a hand through your hair before shuffling into your room, thoughts racking your brain as you took a shower and got ready for bed.

Ting

You picked up your phone, almost choking on air when you read the text

Hey, it's ‘Mr. Holland’. Chloe gave me your number. You seem cool and I just wanted to maybe get to know you better since we’ll be working together?

Y/n: Uh, sure...I just thought I scared you away

Tom: Nope

Y/n: Alright, cool. I’ve got to go to bed, but I’ll talk to you later Holland

Tom: Night darling

You look up from your phone with wide eyes

What the fuck just happened!?

Who knows what's going to happen, he's a great guy and I would happily be friends. Hopefully he can look over my awkward and weirdness...

But...Tom Holland, friends with me? ...why?

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Drinking it till you’re making it

A/n: So it's been a long since I didn’t post nothing, huh, but guess I’m back with a LatinBlack!Reader. I never give so many details about skin and hair in my pieces, cause I think it’s easy for all my readers to feel represented (at least this is how it works when I’m reading something here), but somehow I felt like I should this time, cause we’re always so so consumed by some stereotypes that even if the story doesn’t have details we imagine it like the cmon ones: skinny, blonde, north american etc. So I hope we can change that with time and create a place where everyone can feel home <3 

Word count: 1.873

‘Gotta raise a little hell’

The strong beat keeps going. It was a tough day for him at the studio, everything that Shawn wanted was to take a good bath and rest as much as possible in his king size bed.

Well, it sounded a little impossible once his neighbor started listening to loud music, he took his time, took also a bath waiting for by the time he ended she was done with songs, but it only got worse.

She went from Rihanna to some kind of rock bass that was eating his patience.

He checked his clock three or four times before giving up and putting a white shirt, walking to her door.

And don't get him wrong, Shawn is very very patient, but man all he wanted to do was rest. Does she know that there's someone besides her on this damn floor?

And there she was. Shawn remembered her name, but he didn't remember how beautiful she was without the black makeup.

Y/n was what Shawn would call soft gothic. She used to look cute into the ripped black jeans and oversized 90’s band shirt. Her curly hair sometimes on top of her head in a messy bum and sometimes all over her shoulders catching people’s attention.

She definitely didn't listen to his music. Does she know who I am?? That was the question hovering above his mind the first time they bump into each other in the elevator.

And somehow she knew or at least knew that he was famous.

They never really talked too much, she was always late and he was always busy. 

They were very distinct polos. Never on the same page of the book, if possible never even in the same book.

He rang the bell one, two, three, four times before she opened the door. An oversized shirt, just like always, but this time no ripped jeans.

Is she even wearing something underneath??

A glass of wine in hands and a tired look.

“Hey, y/n...” he smiles when she raises her brows. Somehow Shawn couldn't bring himself to just ask her to turn the music off. He wanted to stare a little more, see her curious and tired eyes studying his figure. “How you doing?”

“I’m doing hella bad, what about you, boy-next-door?” she takes a sip of the red drink and he can't take his eyes off of how her lips get wet and slightly pink.

“I’m ok, I guess..”

“Are you sure you're okay, cause it's like 3 am and you're at my door. I would say there's something going on”

“I was just curious about the song name...the song playing” he points to the inside of her house. She laughs, clearly seeing that it was nothing about the song title.

“It’s too loud, right?!” She shifts her weight to only one foot. “I am sooo sooo sorry, I thought you were traveling again, you always out. Plus, I had a really shit day...I mean, this guy that made pair with me in one of our calculus class he just took the project that I did all by myself and told the professor that it was his idea”

“Wow, what a dick” Shawn comments not knowing what he was really supposed to say.

“I know right?!! And then I went to work and somehow someone manages to spill coffee in my clothes, it was damn hard to keep the patient”

“Oh, you work at a coffee shop?”

“Something like that, it’s a library and a coffee shop altogether, I was going to try a place relates with engineer since I'm at the appropriate year of my studies, but this bastard just took it from me by saying that it was his own project”

She sights trying to keep cool, her right hand was already clenched into fists.

Did she beat him up?!

Oh, Shawn wishes she did.

“It’s the equivalent of you writing a really good song but there's this new singer and he took it all for himself, he got the credit, the fans and he even creates a fake story to seem real. Wouldn't you be pissed?!”

“One hundred percent” Shawn nods.

“I’m sorry, you came up to ask me to turn down the music and I'm rambling about my damn day”

“No, it's okay, it’s fine.”

She knew he was the typical educated Canadian, he wouldn't be rude or say something that could possibly sound like.

“I’m gonna turn it off, so you can sleep better. Sorry for the mess.” she apologizes and Shawn smiles with the way her eyes faced the ground like a puppy.

“’S okay”

“Good night, Mendes” he stops for some minutes appreciating the way she pronounced his last name. Men-diS. Shawn swears he could hear her accent slip like that for all day long.

“Good night, y/n, hope you have a better day when you wake up today.”

She nods and the last thing he sees is her lips parted in a smile before the door closes.

Shawn went back to his own door that night, the music turned off and the silent night taking his sleep.

After that day they would exchange more than a ”good morning” in the elevator and every time her sound was too loud he knew that it was a bad day, so he would knock her door and let her tell about, seeing how much she felt better just by putting all the bad events out.

Now they were more than just y/n and Shawn, they could call each other friends, not really close friends but still friends. The kind of who makes sure you feel better when they can.

It was a Friday night, probably around midnight when Killer queen started playing. Shawn instantly knowing it had been a harsh day for her. After all this time he manages to know that once she’s listening to Queen she really needs to rest, she had told about how it is her favorite band.

 So the Canadian decides that it wasn’t a door-talk day, he slips his feet in the flip flops and goes straight to his kitchen, looking for one of his favorite bottle of wine. Shawn then makes his way to her door, ringing the bell. Y/n answers after the fourth ring. 

‘Dynamite with a laser beam’

She shows up, just like the other nights wearing only an oversized shirt. The Queen symbol in the black fabric, her hair hanging curly in her shoulders making a perfect contrast with her dark skin. 

“One of those days?” he asks and she smiles before nodding her head in a negative response.

“No really, it’s just tiredness in a whole new level.” 

“I brought the wine” 

“I’ll only let you get inside because of that” she jokes before both explode in laughs.

Her apartment, for his surprise, looks a little like his, besides the paintings hanging on the wall. Very colorful paintings. And even tho he would put her in the ‘soft gothic’ box, the colors and the decoration looks like her.

“You seem really tired too” she comments plotting her body in the sofa and pointing to the kitchen, so he could take a new glass for him.

“I am, in fact” he answers once he comes back from the room with the glass already full of red wine. 

He fills y/n’s cup before letting the bottle in the coffee table. She hugs a pillow in from of her body giving him a long stare.

“And whys that?” 

“My best friend broke his arm so I was with him in the hospital all day and night long.” 

“Damn, is he alright now?” 

“Yup, he will get better soon, hopefully,” Shawn sips his drink facing the fireplace and how it brings a comfortable atmosphere to the room. “and what about you? Are you tired because of the university?” 

“Yeah, sometimes I wish to be a rockstar just like you, bro” she sighs making her best drama face, Shawn laughs.

“Woman, it’s not that easy. Some days I wish to be a college student just like you” he repeats her sentence using it for his own.

“We can change life whenever you’re cool with it, do you think you fans would be okay with me on the stage? Would they like me?” 

“Who doesn’t?” He asks in a moment of slip. Her brows furrowing and her lips curving a little after processing what he just said.

“Well, sometimes I can’t even handle myself”

“I know, these are the days that I knock in your door and we talk and talk till you feel tired enough and go to sleep” 

She smiles with the memories. Tiredness and sadness have never been healed in a better way. Y/n sits up, taking her glass in hands and sipping the red wine. It’s a new kind of sweet for her palate. 

“Damn, Mendes, this is a whole new level. Where did you take these?”

“I know right?! It was from one of my travels to Italy,” he responds, happier than ever about how she was so comfy around him. 

“What do you have from my home country?” she lets the glass in the coffee table and takes the popcorn bowl in hands, walking to his side on the sofa. 

Shawn gazes at her naked legs, the skin there seemed so soft.

“I- uh...I have this book, it’s called ‘Love in times of cholera’ I bought it even tho I’m not too much into reading, but it seemed a nice name and when I googled it I saw that it was from an important Colombian author.”

“El amor em los tiempos del cólera” she sits by his side with a tooth grim. “It’s from Gabriel Garcia Marquez, such a damn well-written piece” 

Y/n extends the popcorn bowl to Shawn and he takes some in his big hands.

“Fuck I love when you speak something in Spanish, it’s so cute” 

“Oh, gracias, mi amigo”

“Amigo” he repeats slowly and she nods, holding back a smile. “It means friend, right?” 

“Sí” she keeps teasing with that amused look on her face. 

“So you just friend zoned me?” 

“What?! No, bro” 

“Oh, so now you just ‘bro’ me”

They exchange glances at each other and start laughing. 

“We’ve been having these wine drunk talks, that’s the kind of thing that I imagined to do with a lover, not a friend if you want to be a friend that’s okay for me, bu...” Shawn stops her rambling by placing his lips on hers.

Y/n smiles between that touch before deepening the kiss, feeling his soft and wine taste lips. Shawn’s hands hold her body close, practically molding her into his hands, but once the song changes y/n departs.

“This playlist is from my Spotify suggestion, is that your voice singing Under pressure?” She looks at him with wide eyes and this curve in her lips, almost a smile. 

“That’s what I was going to tell you”

“You’re definitely in my lover zone”

“Hope I’m the only one” he teases approaching again, she grins. 

“Since the first knock on my door” She kisses his lips again, not ready to let go of the feeling that he brought to her whole body. 

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[planetsam]

i absolutely love your account. i’ve had a prompt in mind but i’m a terrible writer. and you are the best one i’ve seen. sooo could you maybe do a prompt of jancy trick or treating with the kids. nancy makes him do a couples costume as well. ILY

He’s dozing on the couch, exhausted beyond belief when he realizes he’s not alone.

“Jesus!” he shoots up, “we talked about this, remember?”

Eleven—Jane—stands in the living room, watching him. Steve has adopted most of the kids, which Jonathan thinks is both adorable and strange. But Will has apparently sung his praises to Eleven, who has taken to following him around. At one point she said he smelled like the woods, which is fair since he spends a lot of time out there. But being told how he smelled by a pre-teen girl wasn’t exactly something he’d been expecting. He’s gotten used to her though. She fits in frighteningly well with him and Will. He rubs his eyes and sits up, motioning her over. She perches on the couch next to him.

“So, what’s going on?” he asks after a  moment of silence.

“Halloween,” she says and looks at him, “halloween was bad last year,” he nods, “I want to make Halloween good,” she says and fixes him with one of those looks she gives where she’s suddenly anything but a teenager, “safe is good. I want you to take us trick or treating.”

“I’m—“ he begins but she keeps looking at him, “okay,” he sighs, wondering how he’s in charge of this suddenly, “do I have to be in costume?”

“Yes,” she says, then rolls her eyes in a move Will clearly taught her, “it’s halloween, don’t be lame.”

“Can I go back to sleep now?” he asks.

“You should go to bed,” she says.

“Yes, mom,” he replies, getting to his feet and shuffling off.

He’s about ninety percent sure he was dreaming until Will throws something mustard colored at his face. He shakes out what looks like a tunic and manages to catch a pair of leather pants before they hit him. He looks at the garb and then at Will who looks thrilled with himself. Jonathan can’t quite bring himself to say that him wearing leather pants is very high on the list of things that aren’t happening this year.

“Who am I?” He asks instead.

“You’re Taran from Black Cauldron,” Will says, “we’re all going as our party members, you’re going as a pig farmer.”

“Glad you grounded this stuff in realism,” Jonathan says. Will rolls his eyes.

They don’t wear the costumes to school.

He puts on the costume and tries to avoid the mirrors, working instead on some homework half heartedly before there’s a quick knock on the door. He’s too slow to get there though and it swings open, batted by an invisible hand. He would yell but the very excited cleric and mage bouncing around outside his door. So he straps on his sword instead and looks at them for the final approval. They both grin and grab him, yanking him out of the house which–again–he does not want to do. Not dressed in leather pants anyway.

“Boo!”

El shrieks as Lucas jumps out, Max at his heels. Jonathan claps a hand over her shoulder, reminding her not to use her magic. She looks up and him and grins, he lets her go, sure that it was just for effect.

“Guys! Party stays together,” Mike sighs.

“Says the guy who ran off last year,” Dustin says, clapping him on the back.

Mike rolls his eyes like he’s the adult in the situation. He looks at Jonathan critically, then nods. Jonathan wants to make fun of him for giving his seal of approval but before he can talk two hands clap securely over his eyes. There’s a warm rush of breath against his upper back and he can picture the look on Nancy’s face without any effort at all.

“You can’t see from down there, but I’m rolling my eyes,” he informs her and turns around.

Nancy hasn’t said a word about this whole thing, which he hasn’t thought much of given the disaster of last year. Actually he kind of figured that she was staying at home, which he now realizes was stupid. She’s grinning widely at him and he struggles to keep a straight face at the sight of her in something that’s very pink. Pink, familiar and definitely on the cover of the video cassette Will got for ‘research’. His eyes narrow before he turns to his brother.

“Is this a couples costume?” He questions.

“Uh—“

“Will!” He objects loudly.

The snort of laughter behind him makes him spin around as he, belatedly, remembers that he’s got a girlfriend. That wearing a couple’s costume is something that couples do. It takes an almost embarrassingly long time for his mind to catch up to the rest of him. Forget spending the quiet night indoors, he’s going to just go throw himself into an early grave out of sheer embarrassment. Especially from the bright smile Nancy’s got on her face as he flips between outrage and complete humiliation.

“Who are we?” He gets out desperately.

“You are a pig farmer who becomes a king,” she says, easily looping her arms around his neck, “I am the future ruler of a kingdom who is eventually persuaded to marry you. After you sweep me off my feet.”

It’s really hard to hold onto anger when someone’s combing their fingers through your hair, Jonathan has come to find. It’s not that he’s ever been much of a masochist or even really about self denial. But the little things like this seem to dig into a long-suppressed corner of his chest. He turns back to Nancy helplessly and she smiles at what he’s sure is the completely stupid expression on his face.

“I didn’t know—“ he begins, fumbling for the right words, “couples costume?”

“Yes,” Nancy says firmly, “and trick or treat-escorting,” she adds.

“Why?” He asks and she smiles in a way that makes the leather pants even more uncomfortable.

“Because your girlfriend asked,” she says. He wants to point out that so did Eleven but thinks better of it when she touches their lips together and the taste of sour cherry hits his tongue. Just enough to have him press back into the kiss, “and because it’ll be worth your while.”

They escort the kids over the neighborhood, getting candy for everyone. No-one looks more delighted than Eleven. The most nervous looking one is Will. He keeps lagging, usually winding up by Jonathan’s legs like he hasn’t in years. Jonathan keeps a hand on him when he does, knowing that it’s good for him to face this fear but not wanting to hurt him. One particular house seems to make him pause for the longest.

“Hey, lets go through this one together,” Nancy says , calling the others back. Jonathan feels a squeeze on his wrist from her and shoots her a grateful smile, “what’s your favorite kind of candy?” She keeps up the string of chatter as they move on. “Here,” She says and presses a piece of candy into his mouth.

Strawberry goes into his tongue. Jonathan’s always been impatient and this is no different, he doesn’t let the candy dissolve, he absentmindedly crunches it as they escort the kids to the next house. They all jump up on the step, chiming trick or treat. Nancy nudges him into the shadows and presses her lips to his again.

Lemon collides with the strawberry, sweet and sour hitting each other in a way that’s almost knee weakening. This time he can’t contain the rough sound he makes as he slips his tongue into her mouth, tasting it. She responds eagerly. Until the kids have their candy and they jump apart.

“Next one?” Nancy asks and her voice is a lot steadier than it’s got any right to be.

By the end of the night, there’s a rainbow of flavors on his tongue. Chaotic but somehow they all seem to go together. How she’s not crying from all the sour, he’s got no clue. Well, actually, he does. Because Nancy Wheeler’s the kind of girl who can mix flavors, eat sour candies and orchestrate him being in a couples costume without batting an eyelid. He’s not one for being affectionate in public but he’s got his arm around her shoulders

“Can I go over to Mike’s to look at our candy?” Will questions. Jonathan checks his watch, “come on it’s barely 9!”

“You know how Mom gets,” Jonathan chides him and Will makes a noise that reminds him his brother’s almost a teenager.

“Not if you’re with me,” he says, “you’re just gonna go home and read anyway.”

Nancy looks up at him and he knows what she’s thinking. This is her doing, most of it anyway. He remembers his Halloween plans from last year. When she goes to pull away, he tightens his grip around her and motions Will forward. He whoops and takes off for his friends. Nancy leans back into him.

“I have books at my house,” she voices and Jonathan wonders how the hell he falls for her all over again every time she speaks, “I know this isn’t really your scene—“

“Hey—“

“It’s not!” She says, “last year—“

“Last year I didn’t want to see you at a party with someone else,” he cuts in. The surprise on her face reminds him that for as well as they know each other, she isn’t in his head, “parties aren’t my thing but—“ he shrugs, “I didn’t want to see it.”

“But you came anyway,” she says.

“Yeah,” he tells her, “you asked me to.”

He wonders if she remembers how much she’s done for him just because he’s asked. He wonders why she seems surprised, like it didn’t occur to her before. He wonders if he was maybe at the ultimate level of social creep and awkward this past year, to the point where she thought he was staring at her for other reasons. Other reasons than the fact that he’d have cut his own arm off to wear a stupid couple’s costume with her. He chances bending down and kissing her in her silence. She presses herself up on her toes and before he can overthink anything, he hooks an arm underneath her knees and pulls her up.

“You mentioned sweeping,” he says and she laughs, wrapping her arms around his neck as he carries her all the way back to the Wheeler house.

[kairimina]

Episode Ignis: My thoughts (SPOILER WARNING)

IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED EPISODE IGNIS YET STOP READING! SPOILER WARNING!

After playing it yesterday and playing it again today, I’m yet not really sure what to think about it. But I can say one thing for sure: I don’t like the alternative ending.

I’ll split that thing in a more reviewish way to order my thoughts.

Gameplay: IGNIS IS SO GOOD! I love his playstyle, what a man. But yeah doesn’t really work in small areas. I can’t even tell how often I fell from one of those altissian roofs. Dang it you stup-- asinine (ravus pls) imperal sniper!

Music: 10/10. There isn’t more to say than perfect.

Story (real ending):

So where do I start. It was too short. It should have been longer and we should have gotten more Ignis. It was all nice trying to defend Altissia, but no, not like that. It was different yeah, but not in the way I want it. I would have loved to see more flashbacks of him and Noct. Imagine Ignis, trying to get to the altar, thinking Noct may be dead already and having flashbacks from their time back in Insomnia. We see the first scene with him and Noctis, getting introduced and becoming brothers. I want to see more scenes like that, not only because they are sweet but also to give all of it more depth and bitterness to their relationship.

The actual story was great. To start it the same way everything ended was perfect. Knowing Ignis was not only supposed to be his guarding but his brother was perfect. I really like what they did with the story. Ignis, knowing for ten years that Noct would die, whatever he tries, was cruel. Cruel not alone in a bad way. With that in mind, it gave all the actions in chapter 10 and onwards so much more meaning.

Remember that scene where Gladio screamed at Noctis for not being the king he should be? Remember how hard it was for all of them to see Ignis like that? And now think of how Ignis felt in that situations, always knowing Noctis will only be ten more years with them. And he couldn’t tell him that.

Also everything with Ravus! Finally we saw his scene with the ring (from the movie) and when he turned against the empire. Also that fight with Ignis! Perfect! One could really feel his pain over the loss of his sister. He always tried to protect her with all he got but couldn’t change her fate. So him, fighting Ignis who also knows how Noctis will end, but who also can’t change his fate, this whole battle was just pure emotion. Something in Ravus snapped at that point and all the pain just came out of him. He knew Noctis wasn’t at fault there, but he had to direct his suffering somewhere. That battle was so emotional and so good. Even if I was confused for a sec if I actually had to defeat him or let Ignis be defeated, haha.

And then Ardyn. We knew for a long time, not officially, but we knew it, that he was  at fault that Ignis got blind. Well I mean if we look at it accurate, it’s not his fault because he didn’t put the ring on Ignis. it was Ignis choicef and his alone. But he forced Ignis so much into a corner, that he didn’t have any other opporturnity to protect Noct. So yeah, that’s why his fight was really good. Seeing exactly how Ignis’ vision went black and then battling Ardyn, man that gave me chills (of anger and rage).

Story Part 2 (alternativ ending):

Hm. As I mentioned above: I don’t like it. It is a okay bonus but nothing more. It didn’t make any sense and just was to please fans who complained about the real ending. The real ending of the main game was perfect. Of course I don’t want Noctis to die but it was his fate to begin with. He had to die and so the Lucis bloodline had to end. Same with Luna and Ravus, the Oracle bloodline had to end as well. Why? Okay I’ll warn you that will take you a bit more time, but hear you go:

(Main Game Story digression. Jump to the next passage for more AE-thoughts)

Ardyn. Our wonderful lovable Ardyn. After everything that happend in his past when he was suppossed to be the first king of lucis, he screwed up with the starscrouge and was banished by the gods. Getting insane after those thousand of years, he wanted revenge (like, well he didn’t have anything else to do). And what did he want to do? Ending the oracle and the lucis bloodline. The thing with Ardyn is, he’s not just plain evil seeking revenge, he wanted to be defeated. He always wanted to end that. His own existence and the existence of the kingdom. He helped Noctis and the Bros a number of times but also got in their ways a number of times. It was all like he set it up to exactly fall in place. He never killed one of them, even if he could. Okay so you can scream “BUT WHAT ABOUT LUNA? DIDN’T HE KILL HER?”. Hm, no. No, he didn’t. He wounded her. He stabbed her, but did not kill her. She was alive after he stabbed her and she gave her life to Noctis, to protect him and to protect his destiny. To fullfill her fate. You can see that clearly in Episode Ignis. Okay so Ardyn never killed anyone (from the good guys), helped them to get in their place and Noctis needed to sacrifice himself to end it all with the power of all the previous kings. In the episode, Bahamut himself said it again that the true king has to give his life to defeat Ardyn once and for all. Even if Noctis would have survived all of that somehow, he didn’t have a real place anymore or not place rather.. purpose? Not only was that all to save the world from Ardyn (and the demons), but also to finally end this war of the gods. The war was long ago, but also seeing Ifrit still acting up against them and never being part of this whole “defeat Ardyn squat”, it never really ended. The Lucian Kings where the protector of the crystal until the one true king was born. He did come and he did go (wow that sounds poetic). The one last piece, or rather remain of that war, were those bloodlines and ardyn (well he is part of the bloodline too, sooo). Then all the remains were finally about to be whiped away and the world can start again. All this pain they experienced, all the sadness they encountered, all of what they had to deal with was for that one last final step to end it all. And yes, end it all was also to end Noctis in this regard.

Having that in mind, you can maybe guess what I think is wrong with that alternativ ending. I think it makes the whole story of the main game obsolete. If it just where to someone sacrificing himself for the true king, why didn’t Regis count? He even died for his son. Why was it enough for one to have the will to do so and not acutally doing it? Ignis tried to do it, yeah, but once Noctis arrived he was all like “I don’t let my Ignis die. Fuck off crystal heal him”. Why did Luna have to die? It was for nothing! She didn’t have any purpose to die there because the oracle bloodline continued on with ravus anyway. (Oh yeah Ravus, that beard, just why. ...) Prompto falling off the train and finally accepting his place in life and himself? Nah why would you need that when you can have a happy ending. And as I said earlier, Bahamut himself said the chosen King had to sacrifice himself. He has to give his life, after others have given so much for him. Even with knowing that, with saying that, they want to tell me that you just need to have the will to sacrifice yourself to have the gods will fullfilled? Oh come on you can’t be sure.

The real story is cruel and painful but also funny! You laugh with your Bros and you see them having a good time together was just great. That final campfire scene was extremely hard to watch, but that’s what made it so good. Noctis was at peace with himself and he was rewarded with Luna in his afterlife. The Bros survived and continued on what Noctis sacrifice gave to them. And all that was thrown away just for a: Here get a happy ending so that aaaaallll fans are pleased!

The only good thing about the alternativ ending was Ignis getting full rage with the ring.

Ignis is best boy. You heard it here first.

To sum it up:

I want more Ignis, we need more Ignis and I want more flashbacks with him and Noct in Insomnia. He looks strange but good with his hair down.

[battlebornpeacemaker]

I got tagged by @misscleverlesbian like a while ago to do this so finally here we go (she did a cool thing where she put it under the cut so I am also gonna do that)

I tag @frxnkenstein @thenamesstark @butterfliesanddeadstars and um @bannettee if you guys want to, no big deal of course.

The Last:

1. Drink: Uhhhh I’m drinking a Monster right now but I guess the last one I technically finished was a Dr. Pepper

2. Phone Call: My mom lmao I needed her help buying textbooks for a couple of my classes

3. Text message: was to my girlfriend <3

4. Song you listened to: it was Me You by Russ

5. Time you cried: I think like last Wednesday night once I was like moved into my dorm and it really hit me that I was away from all of my friends

6. Dated somebody twice: I have never. I only have one ex and that was a mess and then my current girlfriend soooo

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: nope 

8. Have been cheated on: I mean as far as I am aware nope. There hasn’t really been a whole lot of opportunity

9. Lost someone close: I lost my grandpa a couple years ago but he and I weren’t super close so...i mean close enough it still really sucked.

10. Been depressed:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: ummmm February....yeah...don’t drink kids

12. Favourite colours to wear: um I really like greys and blues and I have a lot of black so

In The Last Year Have You:

13. Made new friends: oh for sure. I made a bunch of friends in Ohio this time or soon after last year plus a few since I got back. Plus I made a bunch of friends at camp this summer

14. Fallen out of love: lmao no

15. Laughed until you cried: i mean every now and then a tear will come to my eyes but it isn’t really crying but like yeah sure probably

16. Found out somebody was talking about you: yeah camp drama is stupid but somehow I always end up thrown into it

17. Met somebody who changed you: oh definitely I have made a bunch of new friends who have shown me new ways to look at things or have made me try to look at myself in a more positive view so 

18. Found out who your friends are: i mean I found out who is willing to put in the effort to be my friend if i don’t see them every day so i guess that counts

19. Kissed someone on your Facebook: yepppp

20. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them????

21. Do you have any pets: my guys I have a bunch...dogs, cats, snake, gecko, fish...so many...my house is a zoo

22. Do you want to change your name: I used to when I was younger bc nobody can pronounce it or spell it but I think it is pretty cool now so nah

23. What did you do for your last birthday: well I spent most of the day driving my friend around so that she could get all of her pre-hire shit done for camp but then some of my friends at camp surprised me with an ice cream cake and presents and it was super nice and they waited until we could be alone bc they knew I don’t like making a big deal out of it

24. What time did you wake up: like 7:30...yeah I wanted to talk to my girlfriend before she went to work

25. What were you doing at midnight: sleeping??? skyping???? sleeping while skyping? who knows time isn’t real...

26. Name something you can’t wait for: Thanksgiving break so I can go hoooome and see my girlfriend (and like obviously also my friends...and family)

27. When was the last time you saw your mom: last Monday before I left for school

28. What are you listening to right now: currently Prisoners by Our Last Night

29. Have you ever talked to somebody named Tom: lmao yeah my uncle is named Tom

30. Something that gets on your nerves: it bugs me when people start to say something that sounds important and then say nevermind...ugh

31. Most visited website: honestly probably this hellsite

32. Hair colour: it’s like blondish redish...i dunno

33. Long or short hair: very short. like i need to rebuzz it but basically very very short

34. Do you have a crush on somebody: i mean.....my girlfriend is kinda cute idk

35. What do you like about yourself: I’m really dedicated to the things that I believe in and I stand up for them. I also hardcore support my friends

36. Piercings: I have my ears double pierced and then my cartilage on my left ear plus my nose

37. Blood type: O maybe...probably...yeah

38. Nickname: Teag, Dad

39. Relationship status: Don’t know if I have mentioned it but I have an amazing girlfriend

40. Zodiac: gemini...i know i know

41. Pronouns: she/her? I guess

42. Favourite tv shows: It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia and Breakout Kings

43. Tattoos: I have like 7... 3 on my feet, 1 on my ankle, 1 on my wrist, 1 on my shoulder, and 1 on my arm

44. Right or left handed: right

45. Surgery: i got my wisdom teeth taken out...does that count?

46. Sport: I used to play soccer and volleyball and a little bit of rugby

47. Vacation: I honestly want to go everywhere so....last one i took tho...probably a couple years back to a ranch in the hill country

48. Pair of trainers: I haven’t bought any in the last year but I finally started wearing a new pair since I trashed my last ones

49. Eating: I mean I had a microwave pizza and some cookies for dinner bc I am an adult

50. Fav drink: ummm I really like monsters, and sweet tea, and normal tea

51. What you’re up to: Avoiding reading my Accounting textbook honestly

52. Waiting for: my girlfriend to call me

53. Want: for my dorm to be fucking warmer instead of a tundra or you know to see my friends and girlfriend in person again whatever

54. Get married: I want to some day...but I’m 19 rn sooo not the ideal time you know

55. Career: some sort of developmental biology research

56. Hugs or kisses: kisses...the closeness of a hug but better

57. Lips or eyes: fuck...both.................if i gotta choose one then eyes

58. Shorter or taller: shorter

59. Older or younger: older...but just a little bit...like 7 months

60. Nice arms or stomach: ummmm idc....arms maybe?

61. Hook up or relationship: relationship for sure

62. Troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant honestly

63. Kissed a stranger: nope

64. Drank hard liquor: lmao yeah...yikes

65. Lost glasses: nope bc these things are always on my fucking face bc I am blind

66. Turned someone down: i mean like not specifically...definitely done the not interested vibe but never actually said no to someone asking me out

67. Sex on the first date: depends on the person but sure

68. Broken someone’s heart: I doubt it

69. Had your heart broken: like....kinda...i dunno that’s really dramatic...but yeah kinda

70. Been arrested: nope

71. Cried when someone died: I mean yeah it sucks when people die

72. Fallen for a friend: yepppp

Do You Believe In:

73. Yourself: I mean I am trying to...it’s a process

74. Miracles: no

75: Love at first sight: no i think love is something that you have to make and put effort into

76. Santa Claus: nah

77. Kiss on the first date: sure

78: Angels: not particularly 

Other:

79. Eye Colour: blue

80. Favourite movie: standalone movie- Fight Club movie set- Back to the Future

[likelyfantasywriterspsychic]

31 Day Angst Challenge

Day 4: Jealousy

So this idea is from my Riverdale fanfic but thanks to re-working some plot points I had to scrap it. But it really works for this challenge therefore I'm gonna use it.

Some backstory. Silver got shot and needed a heart transplant. There wasn't a viable donor, so her boyfriend Xander "Kuja" Maxwell (the nickname is a long story) says that if they can't find someone in time they can use his since he had the proper blood type and a girl getting a man's heart doesn't often cause too many problems, if the size difference isn't overly huge. (I did alot of research for this). A donor does come in but he doesn't tell them so everyone thinks that he died to save her. She is very obviously upset. Six months later she starts hooking up with Harley Sterling. Five months later she stops seeing him because it was becoming too serious. A month later Kuja comes back. Everyone is none to pleased with him. He explains himself and after a while Silver and Kuja are beginning to get close again. This is how Harley reacts.

Some swearing

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So maybe I was moping. Maybe I deserved it.

Sylvia Nightengale was never someone I ever pictured myself with and not just because she was my little sister's best friend.

She had a boyfriend. She was in a gang. She was four years younger than me. She was loud. She was stubborn. She could take everything I threw at her and fire it all back.

And then she got shot. For a second time. And her boyfriend died so she could keep living. She had been so messed up. And then she went to that stupid party. She had said she needed a change. I wasn't sure that's what she got when she got with me.

We had gotten drunk, both of us. Then somehow we had ended up on a bed upstairs kissing with our clothes all the way off.

She was amazing in bed.

She was smart.

She was funny.

She didn't take any of my crap.

I had been falling in love.

She had been having a distraction.

She realized it. Of course she did. The girl was insane, not an idiot. She knew I had started falling for her and she broke it off. I tried to act cool, after all I wasn't called the king of one nighters for nothing.

But damn it had hurt.

She used me and threw me away and yeah, I saw the damn irony. I had done the same to all the girls I had slept with. Maybe it was Karma. Maybe it was just bad damn luck that I feel in love with the only girl in Riverdale that would never love anyone more than her first boyfriend.

Then the bastard came back from the dead. Maybe I had a shot at winning her back, but now it was hopeless. You could see it. Whenever they were in the same room it was like someone a flipped a switch in her and she'd just start glowing. They didn't even have to look at each other or be touching in anyway. They just had to be in the same room and they glowed.

It set my damn teeth on edge.

And now they were over at the house and they were together again, and she was happy, and smiling in a way that I hadn't seen for a full year. She was happy. And it should have been good. I should have been glad that she was back to herself and that she was content again and not sad and bleeding.

But.

But I wanted her to smile like that for me. I wanted her to look at me with those big adoring eyes.

Every time she brushed her hand against him, every time she leaned into him, every time she touched him, my vision went red. Every time Kuja smiled at her and gave her a little innocent kiss on the cheek or forehead, everytime he looked her way, as if she was the only thing that mattered to him?

I wanted to take one of dad's deadly kitchen knives and slit his throat.

He had no idea what Sylvia had been like after he had "died". He knew her past, he knew all the shit she had been through and he still did it.

And they he came back and expected her to fall back into his arms as if nothing happened?!

My only bright side was that it had taken Sylvia a damn long time to forgive him. And even longer to get back with him. But everyone knew it would happen. They were just so damn obvious. People would have to be completely oblivious, deaf and blind not to realize how much they loved each other.

I never had a chance.

I knew that and yet--

"Harley, you're attacking those potatoes like they killed one of the dogs." Louis said blandly.

"Something on you're mind, oh king of migraines?" Jessie questioned.

"Shut up Queen Jessie or I'll dump all your skin care products down the sink." I snapped at my brother. Jessie and his boyfriend, Luke, I think that was his name, looked at me in horror.

"Come on Harles, don't be a mister frowny pants." Sylvia teased me gently, "everyone knows that's Louis' job."

Come on play like we used too.

That's what she was saying to me. But you know what? I sooo was not up for a verbal sparring match with my ex.

Louis frowned. "You know what kid--"

"Oh my goooood." Frankie rolled her eyes. "You all can't go one dinner without doing this can you?"

"Admit it baby sis," Jessie said giving her a winning smile. "If we didn't you'd think we were dying."

"Can we not say the D-word, please?" Sylvia asked and I just knew that have had grabbed her boyfriends hand under the table.

"Defenestration?" Louis asked.

"Dapocaginous?" Frankie chimed in.

"Dendrochronology?" Luke asked.

"Dentiloquent?" Frankie's boyfriend added.

"Dicks?" Jessie smiled.

Everyone groaned. I looked around the table, with a pit in my stomach. I pushed the plate away. "May I be excused?" I asked.

"You've barely touched your food," my mom said.

"I had a big lunch." I threw my napkin on my plate.

"Well alright I'll package it up for later in case you do get hungry."

Not bloody likely. I thought. I stomped up to my room and slammed the door collapsing onto my bed.

Everyone has some. Frankie has Aaron. Louis has Indiana. Jessie has Luke. Mom has dad. Will's got Bailey. Charlie has Maya. Sylvia has Xander back. Me and Sebastian were the only ones with out someone. And at least Sebastian has Kero, who is an actual good friend. But me?

I'm alone. That used to be fine. It wasn't until Sylvia had crashed into my orbit and thrown everything off kilter that I had realised just how lonely I really was.

I wanted it. I wanted what my brothers had. I wanted Sylvia goddammit!

I sighed and threw an arm over my eyes blocking out the light.

Time to admit it. I was jealous. I was so very jealous.

I picked up my phone and scrolled threw the numbers. I needed a good fuck to clear my head that's all. It had been what? Four months since I'd had a good screw?

God for me that was more like ten years. No wonder I was going insane.

I looked through their pictures. Finally I settled on one with hair so light it was almost white and light blue eyes. Her name was... Cynthia.

Right?

Yes, Cynthia. I remembered now.

She was in my auto tech class, and damn did the girl know her way around a wrench.

I tried not to think too much about why Cynthia appealed to me tonight more than any of my other girls.

It couldn't be because she was a blonde haired, blue eyed, car junkie who just happened to ride a motorcycle and wore a leather jacket most of the time.

Sonofabitch.

I must really have it bad.

I shook my head, trying to clear those thoughts away. The only thing that was important right now was that I was getting laid tonight. Anything else was redundant.

I shrugged on my own leather coat, slicked back my hair and grabbed my keys.

...It was a coincidence.

I shoved my fist through the wall of my room as I walked out.

One big, damn, coincidence.

[littlenephilim999uriel]

A Bolton and a Forrester?!

For all those who are waiting all requested Stories will be online within the next 4 Days… cross my heart I promise!! Normally I rwite it right away but it is difficult to concentrate at the moment… Problem is I fell madly in Love with Ramsay and it’s itching in my fingertips to write this Dream down I had last night… Yes Ramsay is a Psychopath.. somehow no matte what I watch I always fall in love with the worst men… lol but I mean look at him he is soooo cute!!! *-* Sorry for the wait and thx for reading my Fanfics…. :D     Sooo… just to make a few things clear.. I’ll start watching the Game of Thrones soon all Informations I have are from the Internet and the Telltale Game from Game of Thrones… So sorry for mistakes or if Ramsay is a little bit out of Character… Warnings!: Well it is Ramsay Bolton.. duh!! Strong language and Blood… and well I need to twist it a little bit so my Story works… sawwy…don’t hate meh! >. !!!! I MUST WARN YOU!! THIS IS HELLA LONG !!!!! Familytree Forrester: Lord Forrester(Father), Lady Forrester(Mother), Ryon Forrester(sixt born, youngest son), Talia Forrester(only girl, fifth born), Ethan Forrester(fourth born), Mira Forrester(third born, Works for Lady Margery in Kings Landing), Asher Forrester(second born, Banish for an affair with Gwyn Whitehill, daughter of Ludd Whitehill), Rodrik Forrester(first born, future Lord of house Forrester) -> https://www.ablogofthrones.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/Forrester-Family-Tree.jpg Please read so you understand my Story!!: House Forrester is known to make the best Weapons of Ironwood. Their oldest Enemie is the House Whitehill, unluckyly for them they weren’t as good as the Forresters and always stood beneath them. Also did the Forrester stand under the Protection of the Warden of the North, Robb Stark. But due a Cowardly act from their so called ‘allies’, Lord Forrester and Rodrik were killed in a attack. Unprepared and happyly drinking they never had expected their allies to stab them in the back. Due this Corward like act the Starks lost power… all of them were killed and the Boltons were the new Wardens of the North. The Whitehills, who stood under the banner of the Boltons, now used this to attack their Enemy, the Forresters. But the house was strong and they’d never bent to him. So like the Coward he is, Ludd Whitehill called Ramsay Snow(then he still was called snow.), for help. Ethan was after Rodriks death the new Lord… But Ramsay didn’t like a bold Lord… so he got rid of him. Not caring Ramsay stabbed the poor young boy in his throat, killing him infront of his Family. With that Ramsay went away again… But somehow the gods still watched over house Forrester, because Rodrik survived and found his way back home. Your Story: Lord Forrester was your Uncle. You lived with your Mother in Ironrath till you turned 6 years old. Everything seemed to be okay… till Lord Forrester found out about your little friendship with Gwyn Whitehill(10 years). Both of you knew your houses hated each other… but hell who cared? You two were only Children then… But the hatred was to big… he forbid you, your friendship… but due the stubborness of the Forrester you disobeyed and started to sneak out to meet her. You two were like sisters… and your Mother knew. But secrets always come out.. so when the Lord found out he banished you and your Mother from Ironrath. It wasn’t a easy live for you and your Mother… but someday she met a noble Men.. a Lord. He accepted that she already had a child if she promised to give him another one. And so she did… and their life of running away finally was over. Of course they changed their name but still… You, you held onto the name Forrester because.. a Forrester is always a Forrester and you never lost contact with Talia. Due the time you had to run you learned to be a good fighter and Huntress… and due the fact you lived close to Ironrath, you would catch yourself to every so often go into the woods near there… - Today, It is a beautiful Sunny day with a warm wind stroking over the treecrowns. - As always (Y/N) left her horse a little bit farther back in her hideout. She had found this little hidden Cave on one of her many adventures through the Forest of Ironrath. It was hidden well enough, so no one ever found it so no one could steal anything. Today was a perfect day for the Hunt, even though Whitehill Soldiers were patroling through the forest. (Y/N) slowly took her bow and skillfully pulled the string back, holding the bow perfectly still. She had been following this deer for half a day now. A sudden rustle infront of her made her head snap up. ‘There you are!’ She thought letting go of the string. The Arrow pierced through the air and hit the target, which let out a river of curses….. Wait… what? Since when do Deers spek? Putting the Bow on her back the (H/C) haired girl slowly walked closer, pulling a knife from her holdster.

“Seven fu**ing HELLS!!” A voice roared, making the girl jump. From behind a tree (Y/N) finally could see the source of the cussing. It was a quiet handsome Men, with black hair and a slight beard. She watched as said stranger tried to pull out the arrow. He didn’t do a very good job… even from this distance she could tell he was only making it worse. “Wait! Don’t.“ She didn’t even realize she said that until her eyes locked with his. Letting out a sigh, said girl stepped outside of the shadows tucking her knife away. "You’re making it worse..” She said slowly stepping closer. The mens brows furrowed as he sent a glare at the girl. (Y/N) stopped shortly in her tracks. “I am not here to hurt you.” She said calmly stepping closer again. “Oh aren’t ya, eh? And I am sure it was the Deer who shot me in my FU**ING LEG?!” The poor girl winced at his sudden outburst. “Okay… I am not here to hurt you on purpose…?” She tried again, making the man raise an eyebrow at her. “Whatever, get out of my sight before I decide to slaughter you.” He sneered going back to trying to pull out the arrow. “Now that trick I’d like to see with the arrow still in your leg.” She sassed back at him. His head snapped up at her words. Did she not know who he was? Well clearly not or she wouldn’t be this bold. 'Oh this was going to be a fun game.’ He thought to himself, a small smirk making itself shown on his lips. “Don’t tempt me to do it. I’ve had worse.” The girl raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you now?” She mumbled. She then stepped beside him and kneelt down beside his leg with the arrow still stuck. “Geez you men are all the same… rude, vain and always try to be the Alpha…-” (Y/N) said as she examed the wound, making the Male sent her another glare again, which went unnoticed from said girl. “If you'd kept this up, you wouldn’t have been able to walk for at least a Month.. but I think I can save you from that." (Y/N) looked up again when she finished, wanting to ask if he could hold still… that’s when she noticed how close they were now. Due her examination she seemed to have crept closer and the men seemed to have leaned in as well, wanting to see what she was doing. Their Noses were almost touching but noone of them moved an inch. He wanted to say something, make her feel embarassed but nothing came out. (Y/N) finally snapped out of it and quickly scrambled backwards a bright red blush appearing on her cheeks. "Uh… can you- can you hold still?” She mumbled embarassed quickly getting everything out she needed for the treatment. And yet again he smirked at her cute behavour. 'Cute?! The hell are you thinking? It must be the blood loss…’ He thought to himself. While he was caught in his thoughts he didn’t notice the woman step closer again. But a sudden sharp pain made him bite back a scream of pain. “Seven FU**ING HELLS!!!" He said through gritted teeth as he sent a glare her way. That’s when he noticed the Arrow in her hand and a worried…? look on her face. "Oh Dear I am so sorry! I just thought it would be better if it’s over quickly and well… you were in thought and I just thought… I am sorry, you okay?” She finally asked after her rambling. His eyes widened slightly at that. She really had no idea who he was… but somehow he liked it. It was the first time someone really cared about his pain. “ ’s fine…” He answered as he watched her starting to clean his wound. Ramsay was watching her intently as she worked on his leg. His eyes wandered from her slender fingers upwards towards her clevage(Nawww that’s dirty! You little Bad Boy!!), and then further up towards her face. His eyes graced her every feature and he had to admit… she was quiet beautiful, even though her hair was a little messy. Probably from being in the forrest all day. Luckyly for him this thoughts distracted him enough so he didn’t feel the pain, when the needle pierced through his skin. “All done… should be good in a few days.. but you should show it to a Maester, just to be sure.” She said smiling softly at him.    

Ramsays eyes followed her as she got up and seemingly getting ready to leave. Before he could even register what he was doing, Ramsay shot up. He wanted to ask for her name but all that came out was a strangled noise of pain. The girls eyes shot towards him, as she quickly was by his side. "Are you alright?!” She asked worriedly. The male hissed again as he remembered how he got here… A plot against him… These damn Bastards stabbed him in his Stomache.. “Yes I’m fine.. You can go now..” He grumbled. (Y/N) squinted her eyes at him not really beliving what he said. She then noticed he was holding onto his stomach. “Remove your hand.” She said trying to pry away his hand already. "No! The hell leave me alo- AGH!" Ramsay let out a his yet again when she finally could pull his hand away. A gasp left the girls lips. "Why didn't you tell me?! This could kill you!" She gasped, seeing the now fresh blood flowing again. Finally realizing just how much blood he had lost till now, Ramsays vision started to get blurry slowly. 'No.. Not now.' He thought trying to stay awake. He still didn't trust this girl and while everything around him started to fade he knew... If this girl was an Enemy he'd be fu**ed. As he slowly closed his eyes he still could hear her shouting. After what felt for him like Minutes he slowly opened his eyes again, groaning at the bright light. As his eyes finally got used to the light again, Ramsay finally could look around. He was near a small river and it seemed he was still in the very same forest. Looking beside him he finally caught sight of the Woman, who was very much asleep. He smirked slightly at that as he scooted closer slowly. Ramsays eyes traveled up and down her Body again taking everything in. She was quiet beautiful.... how he'd love to hear her scream. It would be so easy now, to hurt her, make her scream... but he didn't.. instead his hand softly caressed her cheek. Even though the soft touch, (Y/N) woke up. Her hand shot upwards and grabbed his wrist making him stop. Her (E/C) eyes shot open to be met with Ramsays bright blue ones. His eyebrows were raised in confusion and a smirk was dancing across his lips. "No need to fret.. I won't hurt you..... Much." He said with a teasing tune in his voice. (Y/N) laughed slightly at that. "I see you are feeling better." With that said she slowly got to her feet, dusting the dirt off, of her dress. "Very Well, I need to go now... show that wound better to a Maester." She chirped and started to walk back towards her hideout. But a hand on her wrist stopped her. "Wha-!?" She couldn't finish as Ramsay spun her around. The next thing she realized was a soft warm feeling on her lips. But as soon as it came... it was gone again. "W-wha... why?" (Y/N) started to stumble over her words. Ramsay had a (Sexy!!!!) smirk on his face. "I-I don't even know your Name.. a-a-and you just..." Ramsay placed a finger on her lips shushing her. "Ramsay, My name is Ramsay Snow." (Y/N) heart dropped at this. Of course... when she finally fell in Love with someone it had to be a Psychotic Murderer that also killed her Cousin, Ethan. Said men was watching her expression change from shocked, to confused and at least to... hurt? "My Name is (Y/N) Forrester." Finally he understoof the girls confusion. 'A Forrester? I have Sympathie for a freaking Forrester?!' He thought, clenching his jaw. But then he suddenly relaxed and his frown turned into a smile. He took a step closer again and placed his hands on both sides of her face. Pulling her closer again he kissed her with more passion. And this time she kissed back. But just as it was about to get deeper he pulled away again. A squeak left her mouth as Ramsay suddenly scooped her up into his arms and started to walk, ignoring the girls protests. What he said next surprised the girl, making her keep quiet. "I don't like your Name.. Let's change that, Eh?"