#the SOULLL IT HAD

[cthulhum]

rip supernatural u would've been so loved and considered a cult classic if u ended after 2 or 5 seasons

[fzrticv]

I making the walk in closet Headcanon a thing for my blog now.

[amourane]

your fated one

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

genre: fluff, mentions of pregnancy

w/c: 1.2k

summary: you never believed in fate until you met regulus black.

warnings: none

a/n: i love regulus black sm with all my heart and soulll, also i've been in a fluffy mood lately can you tell???

“Merlin.” You whispered as you held the pregnancy test in your hand, stomach churning at the two positive lines that were drawn on. 

Immense happiness filled your body before the dread came…how were you going to tell him?

Regulus lay in your shared bed, his dark hair tousled against the pillow. You stumbled out of the bathroom, head spinning from the new knowledge that had been bestowed upon you. Everything seemed surreal.

The morning sickness had been relentless, the missed period a silent alarm that something was amiss. Yet, the reality of it all hit you like a ton of bricks as you stood there, clutching the bathroom door frame for support. You and Regulus hadn’t even come close to discussing the topic of children. The both of you had basically just graduated from Hogwarts and the engagement ring that sat on your finger was the symbol of a promise of a life together.

Regulus glanced up from his book, concern etched into his features as he took in your distressed state. "Are you alright, love?" His voice was laced with worry, eyebrows furrowing as he approached you. "You don't look well."

Your throat felt dry, parched even. Your fingers were trembling as you felt tears prick your eyes. Merlin, what if he didn’t want the baby? Regulus was so young and so were you, having a child was something you hadn't even begun to fathom. 

“Y/n, darling?” There was a moment as his eyes caught sight of the object in your trembling hands, his expression shifted from confusion to realization. “Is that…?” 

His voice trailed off, eyes widening in astonishment when you nodded in approval. A wave of happiness washed over him and he felt warmth spread throughout his chest. His joy, however, was quickly tempered by concern as tears continued to streak down your face.

“Love, what’s wrong? Isn’t this meant to be a happy occasion? You’re pregnant!” He asked softly, bringing you to sit on the edge of the bed, his arm around you. “Do you not want the baby?”

“No! Of course I want the baby!” You shouted, voice cracking. “It’s just…we’re so young Reggie and we’re getting married soon, I don’t want to walk down the aisle looking like a fucking whale.” You wailed like a banshee and your fiancé broke out in laughter. 

“You are not going to look like a fucking whale darling, and we can postpone the wedding if it makes you feel any better, I’ll wait forever for you.” He cooed as he gave you a kiss. The tears didn’t stop but you felt happier. “I’ve always wanted a family and the journey we’re going to have together will be amazing. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“What if you love the baby more than me?”

“Not possible, I could never love anyone more than I love you.” He cupped your cheeks, adoring the way you acted like a petulant child at times. 

You sniffled, hands rubbing your belly. “I can’t believe it…”

Regulus's smile widened, his eyes alight with a newfound brightness. "Believe it or not, love, but fate has a funny way of bringing us together." He teased, his playful demeanor bringing a smile to your lips.

“Fuck that shit, I don’t believe in fate.”

“Love, we’re literally a witch and a wizard.” 

“Still don’t believe in it, you know me Reg.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, pushing you down onto the bed gently, peppering your face with sweet kisses. You could see the ways his eyes sparkled with something new. His smile was brighter than ever and his cheeks were rosy. You felt a new batch of tears brimming at your eyes and you soon started to cry again.

“Y/n?” He asked, wiping your tears away with his hand. “Are these tears happy or sad?”

“I just l-love you so much.” You sobbed. “I fucking love you Regulus Black.”

He bit his lip to hide the joyous laughter that was bubbling up inside of him but a chuckle escaped from his lips. You smacked his arm as a scowl took over your features.

“You prick, I’m here confessing my love to you and you’re laughing!”

Regulus bursted into laughter before summoning a mirror for you to look at your reflection. Your eyes were swollen and quite evident that you had been crying. Your hair was frazzled and all over the place.

“Even though you look like a mess, I still love you.”

"Good." You replied, a grin spreading across your face despite the lingering tears. "You're getting married to me."

//

Amidst the cheers and celebration, you and your newly-wed husband stood hand in hand, surrounded by friends and family. Little Leo, just five months old, nestled in your arms, his wide eyes already reflecting the familiar stormy grey of Regulus'.

“How’s little Leo doing?” Your husband cooed at your son and he giggled, tiny hands latching onto Regulus’ finger. “Me and Mama just got married. She’s officially Mrs Black now.”

Your heart melted at the words he said. The long dinner table was seated with chattering guests and you thought now was the perfect time to finally say the speech you had been preparing. Regulus still hadn’t a clue about what you were going to say so this was all going to be a surprise. 

Passing Leo into Regulus' loving arms, you pressed a kiss to your son's forehead before rising to your feet. The room fell silent as all eyes turned to you, curiosity and anticipation flickering in their gazes, including Regulus' and Leo's.

“Hi everyone.” You gave the faces you knew for decades a wave. “I've been waiting for this moment to share something I've wanted to say for a long time.”

You saw the way your husband’s face was knitted with confusion and you couldn’t suppress the grin that took over your face.

"Regulus Black, you have always been, and always will be, the light of my life. From the moment we met at eleven to this day at twenty-one, time has flown by, but my love for you has only grown stronger. You've given me the greatest joys in life, and I will never stop cherishing you. We've faced hardships together, but with you by my side, I know we can overcome anything. I cannot wait to continue this journey with you, raising our son together."

You could see the emotion welling in Regulus' eyes as you spoke, his expression mirroring the depth of your love.

“I used to say I didn’t believe in fate, that was a lie. I believed in fate the moment I met you Reg, you made me believe in it. We are destined for each other and I hope that I spend every second of my life with you. Fate brought us together and it will keep us together. Our family of three.”

You finished your speech and you saw Regulus’ eyes fill with tears as he got up and kissed you deeply without hesitation. The room erupted in cheers and congratulations, the love and happiness palpable in the air.

“We have fate to thank for this I guess.” He smiled as he rested his forehead against yours.

Tears were now running down your face as you gave your husband another kiss. Your gaze shifted to your son, cradled in Regulus' arms, and then back to your husband, a wave of love washing over you. 

“We sure do.”

[lokissweater]

hi nicole! i had a thought about mlb!megumi that kind of had me wondering

so u know how some mlb teams get into brawls or heated altercations sometimes in the middle of a game? like in 2018 when tyler austin (yankees then) and joe kelly (red sox then) got into a fight LOL

it got me thinking: what if a member from the opposing team said something about mlb!reader mid-game (like in a taunting way) which would tick megumi off, do you think it would also trigger a punch or two out of him? i dont condone violence obviously but for some reason.....the thought of megumi going all out to defend his girl is kinda sexy IDK IDK MAYBE IT'S JUST ME

i'd love to know your thoughts cos i kinda brain-rotted over this for a long while 😵

OHHHH ABSOLUTTEEEELLLYYYYY !!!

we saw this STRAIGHT UP in the the second mlb!megumi when a random dude was messing with his pretty little thing bc he wanted tickets to the world series ERM ?? 🤨🤨 AND MEGUMI DID NAAAWWTTT HESITATE TO LITERALLY RUN ACROSS THE FIELD AND PARKOUR TO GET TO HIS GIRL AND SAVE HERRR !!!

AND IM GONNA HAAAVEEE TO WRITE THIS IN ONE OF THE CONTINUATION FICS but megumi does not give a single fuck. if it’s to do with reader and someone is making her upset he suddenly LOVES violence i fear !!! 😻😻

i can totally see a player constantly turning around and being a MORON and bad mouthing megumi to her, saying things like “you’re dating that?” , “you could do so much better” , “tell your man he can’t bat for shit.”

and megumi is just hearing it all, with every stupid sentence his blood is BOILING and BOILING until just after swinging his bat to hit, he chucks that shit to the side and stomps over while swearing up a storm and threatening him, shoving him hard until they’re both shoving at each other and reader is STRESSED THE FUCK OOOUTTTTT bc megumi starts swinging like a mad man and is actually knocking the other player straight in the jaw multiple times and there’s just blood on their baseball uniforms !! 😻

AND READER PATCHING GUMI UP AFTERRR?? OH LORD YALL ARE GONNA SEE THIS IN THE NEXT ONE FUUUCCKKKK !!!!

i love you anon THANK YOU BLESS YOUR ENTIRE SOULLL FOR THISSSS !!! <3333

[factual-fantasy]

TUNA I'VE FAILED YOU OH YOU DELICIOUS PIECE OF MY HEART HOW'VE YOU BEEN MY DEAREST PUREST LITTLE GUY??!??

Since the last post you made about him I've been wanting to ScReAM my love for him but I never had the time and the energy at the same time! D: until now >:]

BECAUSE WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS?!

THE SMILE! THE FONDNESS! THE "I KNOW IM LOVED" THAT THIS DRAWING SCREAMS IS MAKING ME SO INSANE I LOVE SO MUCH HERE

Now, continuing to be an acceptable member of the Tuna Lover society.

TUNA YOU'RE THE ABSOLUTE BEST THING EVER.

Hold yourself because I have 0 self control when it comes to ramble about my specialist little guy and I'm afraid I wrote quite a lot.

Tuna looks like he is so tired. Look at him! His whole body language is screaming "I'm so tired but i dont really think sleep cluld help me". What did this rascal do that he's so tired? I wonder, but for some reason he looks more like being emotionally tired than anything. Poor bean! Did he had a rough week? A bad day? Is he feeling down? Maybe he's just tired for no specific reason, it happens sometimes. I wish I could cup him in my hands and pat his head softly as I rock him to sleep because he's so my baby :'[ <3

Ellie oh you heart of gold woman how lucky is the crew you're a part of it! Like seriously. She looked at this sad teen and said: not under my watch young boy. And went to cook his fauvorite rolls??!? She's so grannie coded I need her in my daily life you have no clue (oh no I got nostalgyc-). She's trying to hype him up and she's not just silently sliding the rolls under his hands. She's actually talking with him and something about physical contact. WAIT. IS THAT IT? IS TUNA SO VERY TOUCH STARVED THAT THIS IS HIS REACTION? OOOUGH MY HEART CANT HANDLE IT. I'll follow this train of thought later. (🚂)

Like. She's so gentle, so careful, so... She's really making sure she does all she can to lift up the spirits of that young man!

Because the way he's looking at her... the fondness.. the care and gratefulness????? Oh dear momma fish I'm dying. He's looking at her so sweetly! So gratefull! He's screaming "thanks for being a part of my life" without his mouth. He's screaming "I am so gratefull you love me" with his only one eye and I'm so down for it. I need more of them. They warm my fish heart so much... She's the grannie he never asked for bur always needed! Y'know? He's capable of looking at someone like that after all he's gone through and if that doesn't make me want to cry I don't know what does. Because that's just... OUGH I CANT WITH THEM HE HAS SUCH A TRAGYC BACKSTORY AND FEELS LIKE NO ONE LIKES HIM AND THEN THIS OLD LADY IS LIKE: YEAH, ILL BAKE HIM SONETHING SO HE CHEERS UP??!??! I NEED THEM HUGGING I NEED THEM BONDING I NEED THEM BEING A MEANACE TOGERHER BECAUSE OHMYGOD WHAT I WOULDNT GIVE TO SEE THIS TWO BEING LIKE THIS EVERYDAY.

A tiny part of me kinda wants to see one of them hurted really bad and the other protecting, but the other part of me is terrified of the mental implications it would have. Especially if it's ellie the one hurted. Oh no, no, let's end that thought there for my own sake 🫠

BECAUSE ELLIE IS JUST... SHE JUST BAKES HIM HIS FAUVORITR, I REPEAT, FAVOURITE THINGS WITHOUT HIM ASKING FOR IT.

Ok, returning with that train of thought (🚂)... I probably have alredy rambled about this before, but... When was the last time someone hold this guy gently? I mean, not even hold, but just... touch him without meaning harm? Or more precisely, when was the last time someone touched him with care? With fondness? With the intention to lift his spirit? To make him smile, at least a little tiny eety beety winesy bit?

She puts hers hand on his shoulder and he jumps, freezing with his mouth full of delicious food. It's her. Of course it's her, they were chatting alone in the kitchen, although it felt more a monologue as Ellie cooked than an actual conversation. He was too in his mind to really listen. The sudden contact was what made him blink with his only eye, staring at the caring old eyes of the lady at his right. It was nice. Warm and rough hands squeezed his arm softly, fully aware that she had startled him. She looked at him with a fond smile and placed the fresh rolls in front of him. "There, you better enjoy them boy!" She may or may not say. Thing is, his eye goes to the hot, delicious food, and then he realizes. The hand is still there. Gentle. Almost can't feel it. It's. Why? It's strange. It should hurt. But it didn't. Of course it made sense, but why? Of course it didn't! It was Ellie! And then the realization hits. All in a matter of seconds. Ellie would never lay a harming hand on him. And he felt... He felt.

"You can't eat literally with your eyes, you do know that, do you?" He forgot he was eating. He smiled. And seeing that smile made her smile too. After all, how couldn't she? That wasn't something she saw everyday! Much less in such a sincere way! He was just... smiling at her. Oh she felt so happy! "I'm glad you like those! If you want more just tell me!" Oh wasn't he in the verge of tears? Happy tears! Him! Oh. The realization hitted like a truck. (Or like a ship? What's the equivalent? Idk, like a punch of Louis if you please.) He was cared for. He was loved. There were hands in this world that weren't meant to harm him. He just smiled, fondness burning in his chest like a wildfire because how this woman can change a man via kindness/food.

What is so crazy is that maybe he's just staring lovingly at the lady that cares for him. Because he feels like he's a rock on the boots of the crew most of the time but he's good at what he does so they bare with him. Maybe he feels they don't want him around but... but this lady does. And isn't he gratefull for it? Isn't he so happy she's around? She touches his only arm in such a gentle way? The other won't feel kindness never again, did it ever felt it? Not punches, not grabs, no, just... placing her hand there. Like he isn't an animal with the rabbies but actually a just really fucked up little guy who is terrified of people because people gave him reasons to and barks and bites but is, at the end, very lonely and afraid because he pushed everyone away. Except for this lady. He tried. He bited and barked until he realized she doesn't care, that she alredy saw the scared guy he was and didn't cared. She didn't cared. She cared so much more than anyone that she didn't cared! She wasn't afraid! She wasn't going away! If anything, she sitted closer as time passed. And suddenly, a pet on the head. A so waited, so dreamed, so strange, so scary! Pat on the head. Gentle. Not like those who grabbed him to calm him down and only made him bark and bite with more energy. No. Gentle. It was new. It was nice. But he was afraid. Afraid. How long until she hits? He thinks. But she never hits. She brings him treats. Suspicious. But... not so... Why? It's just that he isn't used to see someone care. But she cares. And she doesn't goes away. And she doesn't turn her back. If anything, only to take the rolls out of the oven!

He doesn't thinks all that in the moment. He just wants. Oh. That felt nice. But was kinda unexpected. It's later at night that he thinks, if his three neurons decide to work. Mayne this is how his complex being feels but his tint neurons don't know how to think. He just loves and cares about the lovely woman that cares and loves back. I need more of them. They mean everything to me at this point factual I'm descending to madness.

AWROROOGOOGGHHHHGGGGG YOUR LOVE FOR TUNA FUELS MY SOULLL!!!! 😭😭THSNKYIUUUUU!!!😭😭💞💞💞💞

[dinogoofymutated]

This is just a personally headcanon of mine but I feel like Wolverine would not fuck with a Daddy kink.

LIKE HERE ME OUT- He's a father figure to too many mentally unstable teenagers for it to be attractive to him. I just imagine him pounding someone and they call him Daddy and suddenly he's filled with immense grief because he messed up with raising Daken and Laura. Or he gets mad awkward because he thinks of the people he sees as his kids, Kitty, Jubilee, etc.

Bro I agree with this with my SOULLL!! When you first sent it in all I had time to read atm was "Wolverine" and "daddy kink" and I thought the same thing!! He's just too fatherly, and it makes a daddy kink really weird. If anything he'd be into like the hunting/prey kink thing?? The one with the chasing?? But definitely not daddy kink

[wickwood]

Okay I just got home from watching Beetlejuice Beetlejuice and I have a few thoughts I want to share

NO SPOILERS INCLUDED

But I do refer vaguely to scenes and characters in the movie and my feelings about them so if you want to go in completely blind on how to feel about things then don’t read.

• AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING

• I (surprisingly) absolutely loved the sequel, I genuinely don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun watching a movie in my life. And I was completely ready to feel let down and disappointed.

• Monica Bellucci is so hot in this

• I love you Lydia. I worship the ground you walk on (just like someone else we know).

• I hateee Rory. Die Rory die.

• Danny Devito? How did you get here??

• I missed the entire backstory of Beej and his ex wife because some dude started screaming at the security guards and had to get escorted out 😭

• It’s okay though because I’m seeing it again tomorrow

• SO MANY PLOT TWISTS. Holy shit I really was not expecting some of them.

• SOULLL TRAIN

• I lovvvveeeddd getting to see a bunch of the Neitherworld and have some new canon facts about it

• Bob did not deserve that. Best character award goes to…

• At first I was like “wtf is that the end??” and then with the last scene I was like “yesss my precioussss give me more”

• There’s a puppet/prop that is actually so disturbing. You’ll know what I mean when you watch it. Think I will actually have nightmares about it lol.

• THERE IS NO END CREDIT SCENE so don’t bother waiting unless you genuinely want to read the credits

• I am actually so excited for all the fanfic and art that’s going to come from this movie. There is sooo much source material to use now.

• Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice when?? Give it to me now Tim Burton

[iwanty0uu]

“𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟“~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · .

pt5…

He maneuvered you through the walk way and turned on the lights, as ‘All Mine ‘ began to play through the small JBL speaker resting on his bed along with a basket full of his hoodies, candy, skin care things, and flowers. He then brought out a huge target bag and gave it to you, smiling showing his pearly whites. Grills still in, mustache only a bit longer than usual made him look extra fine. “AWWWWW CON CONNN HOW SWEET OF YOU!” you practically screamed nearly dropping the bag, hugging him. Lifting you up laughing, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he placed you on the bed. “Boy fuck no I’m not laying in your bed in my outside clothes” “You’re ridiculous y/n” he sighed watching you strip, sliding off your biker shorts and folding them, and stuffing them into the portion of your bag made for dirty clothes.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Sitting criss cross apple sauce while he leaned on his dresser, licking his lips at the imprint of your pussy through your underwear. Such a pervert. A long purple heavy item was pulled out of the bag, you seen a plush white fabric on the other side, and to your surprise, it was the weighted blanket that you had been eyeing in target but was sold out when you went to buy it. “Thank you so much boo!! I literally love your whole soulll” you said wrapping the blanket around yourself. You went through the whole basket, saying thank you every time you found something new, showering him with words of affirmation and compliments. “I’m gonna go use this in the shower” you said taking the face masks and shower gel your almost-boyfriend got you. He couldn’t help but spoil you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It was his love language and he did it because he loved you. He was in love with you, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it, but he was afraid that he would fuck up the one thing that he cherished in his life. So Sasha helped him write a letter and made it look all Shakespeare-ish. Dipping it in coffee, leaving it to dry, tearing and burning it a little, he was so pleased with how it looked but didn’t want to see your reaction to it in fear of rejection. You left the steam filled shower all clean and lathered up in some nice Aveeno lotion ,hair neatly tied in a head-tie alone after removing your bonnet. “Ima shower too” He said quickly grabbing a towel and leaving the note on the bed. “what’s thi-“ the door shut before you could answer. “rude ass” the note was flipped over, a curious smile grew on your face, intrigued by the old style love letter. You read it, all of it, it was so heart warming that you couldn’t help the tears that fell onto your face.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You didn’t know that he felt that way about you, it felt so good to be loved, and needed and cared for. His shower abruptly stopped as you knocked on the door. Hurrying to dry off, he opened the the door, met with a hug. “Connie I’m in love with you too, and I wouldn’t know what to do with myself without you”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ‘Let Me Break Your Heart Again’ by Laufy played on the speakers now.. great timing.

Relief hit Connie as tears brimmed his eyes, he was a thug but thugs cry too.. that was the most gangster thing Connie could have ever done in his life, and it was being vulnerable, vulnerable enough to admit how restless he was every night you were upset at him, every night that you didn’t warm the side of his bed the way you did during sleep overs.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The depths of despair dragged Connie into it’s grasp and forced him to stay there until he figured out why he felt so depressed without you. But it so happened to be the reason in itself.. he was without you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

A passionate kiss filled both of your lips. You wiped his tears away and wiped your own, wet eyelashes looked up at him as you pulled away from him. You both smiled in relief as you smooched his lips. “Baby you got abs? Yea you gettin some tonight” you said before ripping the towel off his abdomen, revealing his pretty pink dick.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

It was perfect, and you didn’t know how you were going to take it all in but it didn’t matter because that bitch had no choice but to fit. He lifted you while squeezing your ass, sliding the basket on to the floor, laying you back on the bed. He reached over to his bedside table and picked up the purple condoms you bought for him as a joke that he had saved just for a moment like this and slipped it on himself.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He deepened the kiss again, untying your robe and throwing it on the floor along side the rest of the organized chaos. “Connie I need you so bad right now” you said, rubbing the small melanated bunch of nerves in between your legs. “Let me do that for you mama” he said, sliding his fingers inside you, “ah” you sighed. You missed the feeling of him pumping inside you like this, walls clenching around his fingers , you smiled as he let them enter your mouth,licking up your own juices made you almost cum right there. His hood lined up perfectly with your entrance, like his cock was made to fit your pretty cunt. He thrusted deeply “Ouue fuck connnn” you moaned, wrapping both legs and arms around him, lapping at his neck like it was candy, everything about him tasted sweet, He thrusted into your pussy slowly at first so you could adjust to his length, then his strokes got rough and aggressive.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

He hit your cervix with every stroke which made you go feral. Lewd slaps and squelches filled the the nearly silent room. “Fuckk this pussy Connieee���, no longer feeling his throbbing dick inside of you, you whined at the emptiness “turn around for me lovey” he whispered in your ear while you turned yourself over, he placed a pillow under your stomach and grabbed a hold of your hips, inserting his cock right where it belonged, he started back his rough pace, slapping your ass as you grabbed the sheets “fuck back” his voice stern, “fuckkk yes baby im-“ He moaned out, grunts occasionally leaving his mouth, flowing into your ears, filling the room, his words seeped through your skin, his touch was intoxicating, you were addicted to his hands and the way your body molded into him perfectly, thinking about his cock digging into the back of your pretty pussy was enough to send you over the edge.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

An orgasm blossomed inside of you, leaving thick trails of your cum on connie’s shaft, “Im cumminggggg” you whispered halfway through pleasure, his thrusts became sloppy and more like jabs, his hips staggered as you felt his them lock in place, his dick twitched inside of you “fuckk baby this pussy so tight” you felt the release of sperm into the condom inside of you, “And who’s is it baby?” he asked grabbing your neck gently kissing your cheek waiting for an answer “ all yours papa” you replied as he smirked at the rightful answer, his lips touched yours, causing you both to fall into a deep kiss that felt like it lasted forever. He left pecks all over your neck and cheeks, feeling that familiar shyness from months ago, you giggled and hid your face into his neck, covering your exposed breasts that were filled with hickeys. “Girl what you tryna hide? Like you didn’t just tell me that this pussy was mine while i was digging you out” he laughed mocking you “Nigga ill never fuck you again stop” you cheesed hiding your eyes while Connie snuck a kiss on your clit before disposing the condom, wiping himself off, then you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Now mostly clothed with connie’s shirt and your pajama shorts, and connie in some sweat pants, you both laid in bed cuddled up, lights off, mess on the floor left for tomorrow. ”That dick was excellent” you said dapping him up “I’m glad you liked it girl” he said kissing you. “Damn you love these lips” - “Which ones?” you playfully shoved him and giggled “You’re officially my boyfriend Connie” you said “But keep this between us, nobody knows what we do but they know that you’re mine.. i like my privacy.. keep these hoes wondering” he nodded and smiled at your remark, cuddling up closer to you, while you shifted some of your attention to the TV which was playing ‘The Craft’, and then back to him. He turned your head to face him fully, looking into those big brown eyes that got him here, he finally answered ,“Yea baby i like the sound of that”….

+*:ꔫ:*﹤ ﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

*also the video of you and sasha on the slingshot went viral on tik tok which made you gain hella followers that you would be shocked to see in the morning.*

That’s all folks! They’re relationship is the cutest and i hope yall ate good after getting this five parter! If you couldn’t tell, i really fuck wit purple but Lele loves all her babies~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ<3

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[thatdeadaquarius]

i swear, i WAS going to leave you alone for the rest of the day. I thought 'oh no, you've bothered them enough for the day, wait until tomorrow' (they did not, in fact, wait until tomorrow) however i had thoughts and wanted to share them with you! 😊

concept: I was scrolling through some of your previous posts for a second time today (still all very cool and awesome btw) and the one about the reader saying swear words without knowing what they are kinda stuck with me.

So lets reverse it! You, the creator, fall into teyvat and CAN speak the common language there, while also still remembering your own native language. and so your native tongue becomes super holy to them (eg. 'omg, the creator is speaking in their holy tongue, lets all listen and nod')

Unfortunately, this has its drawbacks, especially because the majority of the times you speak in your native tongue you are cussing out everyone.

3 potential scenarios have stemmed from my brain because of this.

You getting annoyed at your worshippers and yelling at them, then afterwards they all thank you for blessing them

Swearing so often that the people around you start to pick up on the words and now all of your worshippers are parroting swear words at really important events, while you try and keep a straight face

Accidently teaching one of the kids swear words and then klee starts saying 'fuck' all the time and the adults are all like 'thank you for teaching klee one of your divine words, it truly is a blessing. what does it mean though?' and you're just sitting there like 😅

also thanks for being so nice about my shenhe post :) i love her so much <33

NOO dont worry abt it!! Ill just answer whenever i got the time!! I definitely dont mind multiple asks from the same person dw bby 👍✨️

Here, a cookie for ur time 🤲🍪 PSPSPSSPSPS ITS WORKING THEIR COMING IN, I ALSO HAVE CAKE AND DRINKS!! :D

So this is gonna sound demanding,, BUT SHARE YOUR CONCEPTS AND IDEAS WITH ME ALWAYS YES YES I WANT TO BE THE FIRST TO SEE IT YALL R FEEDING MY SOULLL 🛐

This reverse is so much funnier than the OG way, you have such a BIG BRAIN👏👏

Those scenarios had me fucking laughing my ass off, the BLESSING THEM 😭KLEE 😭 PLEASE-

Also this might be ass writing bc I can’t get rid of my headache rn :/

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Look what you've done.

It was so harmless at first, teaching Amber a word or two there bc she was curious abt ur accent,

The reveal that Teyvat's language wasn't your native language.

But that was still manageable, that was still okay

From Amber, to Eula, to Venti, to Kaeya, to Rosaria, to Diluc, to Jean, that information spread slowly but surely

After all, you didn't use it often, no one here in Teyvat even vaguely recognized it (not even a vague similarity from one of the other countries even)

It wasn't like,, shocking to the majority of Mondstadt's residents that you had a different native lang. (nor any of the other countries once they realized you were here, and had a diff native lang.)

I mean, you were the Creator,

why wouldn't there be some ancient powerful holy lang. that only you (or along with some lucky priest/vessel/follower) could understand?

.

..

However, it did become a problem when you, as the human experience dictates, got irritated 

You see, Teyvat isn’t an easy world to get used to, from the elemental reactions, the huge amount of hostile/active flora and fauna, there was a lot of room (even as favored as you were as the Creator) for accidents

You had already had a few mishaps, asking the waiter to bring you some salt bc ur table didnt have any on accident, bumping into the allogenes who wanted to walk around with you that day when they stopped abruptly

...

But now you can confidently say you can pinpoint the inciting incident in hindsight.

You had been traversing Liyue, and of course, it’s very rocky, even the well beaten paths outside Liyue Harbor were littered with pebbles and stones

So bc theyre respectful sweethearts, Shenhe, Xiao, Zhongli, Ganyu and the rest of the Adepti wnated to have a calm brunch at Cloud Retainer’s Abode w/ u <3

On the way up, bc u insisted normal walking was fine- no Xiao you want to see the sights teleportation isn’t necessary right now- nO Shenhe, really, the walk will be good for you, you don’t need to be carried-

Zhongli. 

You are supposed to be a mortal these days, not a 60 meter/feet long dragon- 

WHAM (u were so busy telling them to quit it that u werent watching ur path, aint none of their thousands of years old reflexes good enough to save u from being a clumsy fuck)

and your on ur ass.

“Fuck, ow,” immediately Shenhe has swept you up, Ganyu is rambling nervously, Xiao jumped but hasn’t said anything, but you can feel his worry from how tense he is, Zhongli’s hands are hovering, unsure if he should touch, and Shenhe- Shenhe- you can’t breathe- 

“Fuck guys stop, I’m fine-”

They;re eyes widen, Zhongli looks a little happier?? wtf all u did was-

oh no.

...

Now, everytime you have dinner with any of the Liyue characters they bow their heads, and in unison “Fuck guys stop I’m fine”

...

And it just got worse.

Bc you spent a few weeks in Liyue, and you had a lot of events to attend, little incidents like this happened everywhere

“Shit!” you drop a tea cup

“Damnit” some miner guy in town dropped his pickaxe loudly

You blame Zhongli and Ningguang.

Fuckers wanted to make sure they showed you utmost respect, so they both remembered every. single. word. of your language you have ever said around them.

Between Zhongli’s memory and elegant appearance, and Ningguang’s influence, your cuss words spread overnight

Families are now sitting around their dinner and thanking you for Teyvat’s bounty of food, “Thank you Creator for our meal, fuck guys stop I’m fine.” the kids and everything 💀

Liyue literally has become the most dirty mouthed city overnight, and they look SO PROUD OF IT  😭 😭

u never telll any of them LMAO

It’s a little rough, but I hope u got smth nice outta this, ur idea was so good I didn’t even wanna add anything but I wanted to show my appreciation for sharing those with me lol 

TYSM FOR SHOWING UP AGAIN!!

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

[syrooo]

!JUJUTSU WEEKLY REPORT!

MANGA SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 261 AHEAD! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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GOJO IS BACK AS YUTA'S VESSEL, THE FIGURE WE SAW ON CHAPTER 260 WASN'T GOJO IT WAS YUTA!! (ILL EXPLAIN AT THE END)

SO YUTA COPIED KENJAKU'S TECHNIQUE RIGHT BEFORE KILLING KENJAKU. AFTER GOJO WAS KILLED BY RYOMEN SUKUNA, SHOKO HEALED HIS BODY FULLY AND YUTA PROTESTED THAT HE TAKE OVER GOJO'S BODY AND USE IT TO FINALLY DEFEAT SUKUNA. THEN, SHOKO CUT GOJO'S HEAD OPEN AND TOOK HIS BRAIN OUT AND REPLACED IT WITH YUTA'S BRAIN. ALSO IT'S BEEN FIVE MINUTES (IN THE MANGA) SINCE THE SWITCH HAPPENED SO YUTA IS PERMANENTLY IN GOJO'S BODY FOREVER.. IF HE TAKES HIS BRAIN OUT NOW THEN YUTA WOULD DIE.

My thoughts: this chapter was a complete DISRESPECT to GOJO, YUTA and YUJI. For GOJO, his entire life was tragic and Even when he's dead he's still being used as a weapon. For YUTA, becoming the next GOJO was about HIM GETTING STRONG ENOUGH TO KILL SUKUNA NOT STEAL GOJO'S BODY! For YUJI, they didn't even let YUJI be the mc even after GOJO died. He was doing sukuna good blows WHY TF BRING GOJO BACK? IT SHOULD'VE BEEN NOBARA WITH RCT AND HER OWN DOMAIN EXPANSION YOU DON'T REALIZE HOW MUCH POWERFULL HAIRPIN/STRAW DOLL + BOOGIEWOOGIE WOULD'VE BEEN LIKE NOBARA WOULD DEAL SO MUCH DAMAGE WHILE BEING FAR AWAY LIKE A SNIPER IF SHE HAD EVEN A DROP OF BLOOD OF SUKUNA! SHE WOULD'VE DONE SO MUCH DAMAGE TO HIS SOULLL. IN CONCLUSION, THIS WHOLE CHAPTER WAS PURE ASSPULL. GEGE REALLY WANTS TO DO HIS IDOL MANGA-

[a1ecmcdowell]

get to know : THE REAPER LORE!

a short list of hcs & need-to-knows about the reaper!

pls know, and this applies for the fic too & i'll put the disclaimer there too, i'm taking a lot of liberties w this fic & cole & soldier boy / ben. like i got the idea when the prequel show was just barely announced. so lots of assumptions are made & lots of hcs that i'm working with as canon. if any of it turns out to be true send eric kripke over here to pay me IMMEDIATELY. if anyone steals anything ab this fic i will come to ur house.

includes, brief mention of familial illnessㅤㅤㅤㅤi made up ben's last name in a diff fic and i'm rolling with it as canonㅤㅤㅤㅤwar talkㅤㅤㅤㅤstormfront content warningㅤㅤㅤㅤfrederick vought content warning too while we're at it

there were two names that everybody knew in 1945 — soldier boy & the reaper

cole is richard madden faceclaimed if u couldn't tell

cole served with ben in ww2 :') he was honorably discharged, though, after the compound v took in him

vought needed his powers for their own personal use

he joined up for ww2 because his family is suffering from tuberculosis and the payout for joining was needed to pay for their endless treatments

it's the same reason he ended up in the test trial for compound v

his powers are, generally speaking, light & dark manipulation. there is lore to this but i'm gatekeeping it for now

i will tell you though he's got laser eyes. and yes they are making him go blind but he won't tell A SOULLL

his dark manipulation powers make shadows exist like corporeal beings

there's only six prominent supes in the 1940s. others did get the serum but only six were chosen to be part of vought's campaign to normalize their existence in the mainstream world

cole was the very last of the six to get the serum

the others include: stratostorm, stormfront, bloody mary, and obsidian

before payback & the seven, they were the original quote unquote supe group, so kindly deemed the six

this is what inspired the future name of the seven

they didn't function as a group though. ben was the most prominently broadcast for his time served in the war, and the others were mostly media puppets

other than stormfront she had her own fuckshit going on bro 😭

stratostorm's real name is steven redfield, bloody mary's is joanne young, and obsidian's is sebastian orville

they're all like ... irrelevant until they're not hehe

u know stormfront's name i'm not givin her more attention than she already has

the only real resentment in the six is between ben & cole

the newspapers & radio broadcasts LOVVEEE to debate who is more powerful

and ben is so arrogant. bc obviously it's him. he's the one that toughed the war out like ??? isn't it obvious it's him

cole does not care though. he just doesn't like ben LMFAO

all of the speculations literally just spark a rivalry. not to mention there's a festering resentment between the both of them for their economic background differences

cole works personally for frederick vought

he sincerely honestly truly has too much to worry about that isn't a dick measuring contest with ben anderson okay

he's a year younger than ben btw. not that it matters they r both ageless

so in this fic, it starts in 1945 after the end of the war right. ben's 26 & cole is 25

honestly i might add more to this later but i feel like that's just the general stuff u need to know before getting into it. if u wanna know literally anything just send an ask bro i yap ab this man to any & everyone!

[satanicsanity]

(possible hinted at spoilers for good omens)

Not a welcome home related post but..

Finally decided to watch "Good omens" because I need more gay angst in my life /j /hj

Wrapping up season 1, a little confusing and I had to Google a couple things, but I absolutely ADORE this! Aziraphale and Crowley are so incredible oh my goodness I love these two (very aware I'm going to get my soul crushed eventually most likely-) 🩷🩷🩷

Anyways, loving it SO much so far oh my goodness!

UPDATE! UH.. I finished all seasons 1 and 2!! Only took about er... Well... Several hours since I started at around 4-5pm and it is now nearly 4 in the morning! 😅

BUT OH MY GOODNESS GOLLY THAT WAS INCREDIBLE AND PAINFUL..- I knew the S2 end was coming AND IT STILL HURT MAN- UGH MY SOULLL.... THE SILLIES, NOO..-

Scratching at the walls for a good omens season three holy hell T^T

10 hours, 53 minutes... IT TOOK ME ALMOST 11 HOURS TO FINISH ALL OF IT AND I REGRET NOTHING

@anxious-enby [shakes you lovingly] HELP ME /j

[s0m3one224]

Went to Los caifanes and Café Tacuba concert tday and AAAAAAA OMG I LOVE THEM!!!! it’s crazy how I was so excited to see caifanes but had a better time wt Cafe tacuba. Like don’t get me wrong I love los caifanes but I felt Tacuba in my SOULLL. I’ll post more videos Abt them on another post :b. I totally recommend them but if u don’t know where to start just ask me and u shall receive 😝

[hirik0]

False Reality

Soap/Ghost SiFi AU

Year 3442

Humans learend how to build spaceships with FTL traval in the year 2335 and after the 1. contact war in 2340 and 2. contact war in 2370 are now a permanet member of the milky way council, still working for a spot in the intergalactical senat. Humans worked with most of the other species like the insect like Znurk, they have the head and one pair of arms like a praying mantis and the body of a herculean betel that walks upright. Or the space orcs of Krnaz, gigantic muscular humanoids with a variation of skin color from nearly white from the snowy mountains to dark green int the gigantic jungles to a dark blue these ones a are semi aquatic . Even with the body less energie beings of the Spuc, they are often a unseteling gas cloud that talks to you, there were many incidence of himans accidently walking through them and breath in parts of them. Making the human and the spuc live treathening sick a diplomatic nightmare for everyone involved. Working with the warriors of Krnaz is still bitter from the first contact war even over 100 years later and made working together in the 2. a lot harder then is had to be but they respect each other as wariror races. Species that never saw human fight would not think that his strange fleshy beeings are warriors, but well the secound they end up in a fight with any human they will lern. The council talked about the 'Soulless' from time to time and how terefieing these mechanical beeings are. Allegedly 2,50 m tall androits, with human shaped metalic bodies, the legs are just long spikes while the have arms with hands, they hover over the floor. Fearfull records of how they from time to time fall in to the milkey way from the andromeda galaxy doing whats called harvesting nodoby sure what that even means, but human just thought they are old storys. That was till 3435 when the milkey way ones again was hunted by these cold, machiens. Having humanity these time the harvesting gone a lot diffrent then the other times. Human scientists with the help of the Urlugs, a technilogial very atvenced race, that reminds of earths giant squits, developed ways to stop and destory the Soullles learing from the remains of the androits who they too origanly were a species ot of flesh and blood, till uploading there mind in to the mechanical bodies and then got entslaved by the AI that helped them to leave their mortal body behinde most of them not by choice. Creating on gigantic hive mind, they also learned to horrible truth over the harvesting, the kidnapped are either also forced to turn into Soulless or they get searched for anything that could improve the Soulless models.

Lieutante Simon 'Ghost' Riley of the human space marines was investigating a abontent ship when he ended up in a trap of the Soulless. He nearly fought himself out of it before he got hit by a paralyse blaste and felt to the ground. Seeing how the maschien is doing something thats looking like a victory dance, bieping some sort of melody. The Soulless reports that he took down one of the dangerous humans. With technology so far ahead of most species, even the oldest still didnt have catched up. If you look far enough back in records of the ruines ancient empires you can learn they called themselves 'Risens' ones. Before every think went dark Ghost sees the maschien aproaching and use his own gun to knock him out. The androite picks up the human to teleport them to the under a invisibility shield hidden space ship. The comander of the ship goes through there data bank of wanted human soilders, because depending on who they have here they will either kill him for the harvest or prepare him to join them. Its so eays with humans their brains are similar ans simpler then the one of their old bodies, so forcing them to assented is a lot easier then with other species. Exited bieping, they got one of the most wanted human soilders. Master of stealth mission, incredible with all kinds of weapons, deadly. He instantly lets them hyperjump back to one of the milky way outposts, hidden on a moon of a gas giant, that is hidding the energy signaturs with his own radiation. The radiation also is used as a energy surse so its a really nice doppel use, the only problem is so that they need to protect their victims from the radioation so they dont die before they are ready to ascent. They strip the human out of his armor removed a ridicoulos amount of knifes from him, before they decontamineted him to protect the other humans, some of them are so stuborn and hard to turn dont get sick. They remove all his hair so its easier to put the sensors on his head, before they conect him with the virtual reality and but him in stasis capsule. The maschien starts to calculate how long they will need , who to use and what to do to break him. To make the human beg to be assented.

Subject: Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley of human space force, born on 31. October 3420 in Manchester on littel Gaia

Analysing for importet relationships:

Family status: dead

Mother, brother, brothers wife and a nephew - good, low risk

Father - bad, high risk

Humans called Price, Gaz and Soap - perfect, no risk

Searching for more important connections

Estimated time: 6 standart galactic day or 12 human days

creating false reality. Start with low risk choices.

Simon opens his eyes having a head ache. Where is he? He is in a dark room, sunlight shining through his curtains. Curtains, he dosent own curtains you dont have curtains.... where do you dont have courtains what was he trying to think? The next think that ticks him off is the size of the room, his room is not this big, right? He also dont have a king sice bed and defently not that nice sheets in a nice dark blue colour, his sheets should be khaki. He still gets out of bed, the next odd think him wearing a actual pyjama and not in a old shirt and sweatpants. he lifts his left arm and, something is missing. He also has the feeling that he is supost to have more muscels. "What is going on?", he asks in the room. He looks at the window again, deciding to open the courtains. He looks out of the window seeing a big mordern city, needing sometime till he sees a landmark he reconiases. He's in London seeing the holograph of the big ben flackering in the background. Earth? Why is he on earth? What is going on, his flat dont looks like this. Its a nice bedroom, with a big bed, a nice dresser, he opens one door leading to a allway, the walls filled with picture frames, like somebody is actuly living here. The second door leads in to a big bath room. He steps in it looking at the luxurious shower, the big washtabel and the gigantic mirror. The many products in the washtabel iritate him, as if its to many of them, he's owed to a lot less, some of them he probaly never used before, to his memory atleast. He looks in the mirror and the first think hes noticing is no scars and his nose dont look broken. Why does he think he is suposed to have scars and a broken nose? His blond hair is also to long, going over his shoulders, why does he think he has short hair? "Phone, where is my ... we dont use phones anymore what am I saying?", Ghost says to is reflection uterly confused. Phones were replaced right before the discoverd FTL traval. He goes back in the bedroom, seeing a small box thing on the nightstane he picks it up. It is a phone, why does he has a phone? He needs sometime to figure out how to get the screen lit, seen a picture of himself with a smiling teenager boy with blond hair having a hair cut like he thinks he normally has, sites cut short with a bit longer hair on the top. "Who the fuck is this", he asks himself, the face being familiar but also belongs to a stranger at the same time. The picture frames in the hallway, he rembers running out of the bedroom. Lots of Photos, of him on... on vacation on earth? As if he can afort this, how the fuck is he even affording living in London? Why does he think that only the rich and powerful can afford living on earth? Humans dont live anywhere else right? Right? He walks past the vacation pictures, seeing family gatherings with the teen form his phone screen and TOMMY? and BETH and MUM??? So that means the teenboy has to be JOESEPH?! His head starts to hurt, while memory of him standing in front of a grave with his brothers name on is forcing its way out of his subconsciousness. He falls down on his knees cursing feeling like his head is splitting in two. Why? Why is he so confused about Tommy, Beth, mum and Joseph beeing alive? Of course they are alive, Joe will finish school soon and then goes to studie holo engineering in Oxfort.

God did he drank to much yesterday with Price, why does he think it wired that Joe is finishing school soon? He looks at the phone again, well it can't be that diffrent then a holodeck to use right, but WTF is a holodeck sounds like its out of one the SiFi novels he reads. Holodecks are based on the last gen phones, wired what is he thinking. He needs some time to get figure out how to use the phone. 2. August 2325 the calender tells him, it also tells him he has a lot of things to do today, like going to work and hes already 30 minutes late for that. Why does he think that the year cant be right? Shit, what is going on. The phone rings and Price name is shown on the display. "Captain", Simon automaticaly says when he answers the call. "Captain? I like how that sounds Simon", Price amused voice echos out of the phone. Why does he adresses Price wirh Captain abd why does Price call him Simon, he rarely calls by his name most referring to him as Ghost, but why? "But Im calling to ask are you okey or are you having a migraine again?", Price sound concernd and Ghost makes a confued noise, migraine he dont have this, he couldbot work his job with them, what is Price telling him for nonsense? "I.. i dont know I just some things are wired, Sir", Ghost answers the question. "What do you mean?" "I.. bloody hell Cap, I dont know. Its like I have the feeling I dont live in London and that this flat is not mine." "Do you think you still live in Manchester? Happens sometimes after a bad migraine", Price ask concerned, but it seems to be a normal enough part of Ghosts life. "No.. I dont even think.." Ghost never ends the sentence the maybe migraine getting worse making him scream in pain while it feels like memories are brutaly forced away and his brain is cut in to pieces. The world goes dark, only Price who is screaming his name is interrupting the silence.

Correction of estimated time to 10 standard galactic days , suspect has really strong memories about live out site of simulation. Advice of using sedatives to secure success.

[acourtofquestions]

KINGDOM OF ASH (by SJM)

Chapter 48

THE FAMILY REUINION🥹😆😭🫶& MY SOULLL

But when they reached Princess Hasar's battle tent, when they had all gathered around a map of Anielle, they had only a few minutes of discussion before they were interrupted. By the person Chaol least expected to walk through the flaps.

A moment later, Chaol was glad he was sitting down.

Nesryn breathed, "Holy gods."

Chaol was inclined to agree as Aelin Galathynius, Rowan Whitethorn, and several others entered the tent.

They were mud-splattered, the Queen of Terrasen's braided hair far longer than Chaol had last seen. And her eyes ... Not the soft, yet fiery gaze. But something older. Wearier.

Chaol shot to his feet. "I thought you were in Terrasen," he blurted. All the reports had confirmed it. Yet here she stood, no army in sight.

Three Fae males-towering warriors as broad and muscled as Rowan—had entered, along with a delicate, dark-haired human woman.

But Aelin was only staring at him. Staring and staring at him.

No one spoke as tears began sliding down her face. Not at his being here, Chaol realized as he took up his cane and limped toward Aelin.

But at him. Standing. Walking.

The young queen let out a broken laugh of joy and flung her arms around his neck. Pain lanced down his spine at the impact, but Chaol held her right back, every question fading from his tongue.

Aelin was shaking as she pulled away. "I knew you would," she breathed, gazing down his body, to his feet, then up again. "I knew you'd do it."

"Not alone," he said thickly. Chaol swallowed, releasing Aelin to extend an arm behind him. To the woman he knew stood there, a hand over the locket at her neck.

Perhaps Aelin would not remember, perhaps their encounter years ago had meant nothing to her at all, but Chaol drew Yrene forward. "Aelin, allow me to introduce"

"Yrene Towers," the queen breathed as his wife stepped to his side.

The two women stared at each other.

Yrene's mouth quivered as she opened the silver locket and pulled out a piece of paper. Hands trembling, she extended it to the queen. Aelin's own hands shook as she accepted the scrap.

"Thank you," Yrene whispered.

Chaol supposed it was all that really needed to be said.

Aelin unfolded the paper, reading the note she'd written, seeing the lines from the hundreds of foldings and rereadings these past few years.

"I went to the Torre," Yrene said, her voice cracking. "I took the money you gave me, and went to the Torre. And I became the heir apparent to the Healer on High. And now I have come back, to do what I can. I taught every healer I could the lessons you showed me that night, about self-defense. I didn't waste it-not a coin you gave me, or a moment of the time, the life you bought me." Tears were rolling and rolling down Yrene's face. "I didn't waste any of it."

Aelin closed her eyes, smiling through her own tears, and when she opened them, she took Yrene's shaking hands. "Now it is my turn to thank you." But Aelin's gaze fell upon the wedding band on Yrene's finger, and when she glanced to Chaol, he grinned.

"No longer Yrene Towers," Chaol said softly, "but Yrene Westfall."

Aelin let out one of those choked, joyous laughs, and Rowan stepped up to her side.

Yrene's head tilted back to take in the warrior's full height, her eyes widening-not only at Rowan's size, but at the pointed ears, the slightly elongated canines and tattoo. Aelin said, "Then let me introduce you, Lady Westfall, to my own husband, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius."

For that was indeed a wedding band on the queen's finger, the emerald mud-splattered but bright. On Rowan's own hand, a gold-and-ruby ring gleamed.

"My mate," Aelin added, fluttering her lashes at the Fae male. Rowan rolled his eyes, yet couldn't entirely contain his smile as he inclined his head to Yrene.

Yrene bowed, but Aelin snorted. "None of that, please. It'll go right to his immortal head." Her grin softened as Yrene blushed, and Aelin held up the scrap of paper. "May I keep this?" She eyed Yrene's locket. "Or does it go in there?"

Yrene folded the queen's fingers around the paper. "It is yours, as it always was. A piece of your bravery that helped me find my own."

Aelin shook her head, as if to dismiss the claim.

But Yrene squeezed Aelin's closed hand. "It gave me courage, the words you wrote. Every mile I traveled, every long hour I studied and worked, it gave me courage. I thank you for that, too."

Aelin swallowed hard, and Chaol took that as excuse enough to sit again, his back giving a grateful tinge. He said to the queen, "There is another person responsible for this army being here." He gestured to Nesryn, the woman already smiling at the queen. "The rukhin you see, the army gathered, is as much because of Nesryn as it is because of me."

A spark lit Aelin's eyes, and both women met halfway in a tight embrace. "I want to hear the entire story," Aelin said. "Every word of it." Nesryn's subdued smile widened. "So you shall. But later." Aelin clapped her on the shoulder and turned to the two royals still by the desk. Tall and regal, but as mud-splattered as the queen.

Chaol blurted, "Dorian?"

Rowan answered, "Not with us." He glanced to the royals.

"They know everything," Nesryn said

"He's with Manon," Aelin said simply.

Chaol wasn't entirely sure whether to be relieved. "Hunting for something important."

The keys. Holy gods.

Aelin nodded. Later. He'd think on where Dorian might now be later. Aelin nodded again. The full story would come then too.

Nesryn said, "May I present Princess Hasar and Prince Sartaq."

Aelin bowed—low. "You have my eternal gratitude," Aelin said, and the voice that came out of her was indeed that of a queen. Any shock Sartaq and Hasar had shown upon the queen bowing so low was hidden as they bowed back, the portrait of courtly grace.

"My father," Sartaq said, "remained in the khaganate to oversee our lands, along with our siblings Duva and Arghun. But my brother Kashin sails with the rest of the army. He was not two weeks behind us when we left."

Aelin glanced to Chaol, and he nodded.

Something glittered in her eyes at the confirmation, but the queen jerked her chin at Hasar. "Did you get my letter?"

The letter that Aelin had sent months ago, begging for aid and promising only a better world in return. Hasar picked at her nails. "Perhaps. I get far too many letters from fellow princesses these days to possibly remember or answer all of them."

Aelin smirked, as if the two of them spoke a language no one else could understand, a special code between two equally arrogant and proud women. But she motioned to her companions, who stepped forward. "Allow me to introduce my friends. Lord Gavriel, of Doranelle." A nod toward the tawny-eyed and golden-haired warrior who bowed.

Tattoos covered his neck, his hands, but his every motion was graceful. "My uncle, of sorts," Aelin added with a smirk at Gavriel. At Chaol's narrowed brows, she explained, "He's Aedion's father."

"Well, that explains a few things," Nesryn muttered.

The hair, the broad-planed face ... yes, it was the same. But where Aedion was fire, Gavriel seemed to be stone. Indeed, his eyes were solemn as he said, "Aedion is my pride." Emotion rippled over Aelin's face, but she gestured to the dark-haired male. Not someone Chaol ever wanted to tangle with, he decided as he surveyed the granite-hewn features, the black eyes and unsmiling mouth.

"Lorcan Salvaterre, formerly of Doranelle, and now a blood-sworn member of my court." As if that weren't a shock enough, Aelin winked at the imposing male. Lorcan scowled. "We're still in the adjustment period," she loudly whispered, and Yrene chuckled.

Lorcan Salvaterre. Chaol hadn't met the male this spring in Rifthold, but he'd heard all about him. That he'd been Maeve's most trusted commander, her most loyal and fierce warrior.

That he'd wanted to kill Aelin, hated Aelin.

How this had come about, why she was not in Terrasen with her army ... "You, too, have a tale to tell," Chaol said.

"Indeed I do." Aelin's eyes guttered, and Rowan put a hand on her lower back. Bad— something terrible had occurred. Chaol scanned Aelin for any hint of it. He stopped when he noticed the smoothness of the skin at her neck. The lack of scars. The missing scars on her hands, her palms. "Later," Aelin said softly. She straightened her shoulders, and another golden-haired male came forward. Beautiful. That was the only way to describe him. "Fenrys ... You know, I don't actually know your family name."

Fenrys threw a roguish wink at the queen.

"Moonbeam."

"It is not," Aelin hissed, choking on a laugh.

Fenrys laid a hand on his heart. "I am blood-sworn to you. Would I lie?"

Another blood-sworn Fae male in her court.

Across the tent, Sartaq cursed in his own tongue. As if he'd heard of Lorcan, and Gavriel, and Fenrys.

Aelin gave Fenrys a vulgar gesture that set Hasar chuckling, and faced the royals. "They're barely housebroken. Hardly fit for your fine company." Even Sartaq smiled at that. But it was to the small, delicate woman that Aelin now gestured. "And the only civilized member of my court, Lady Elide Lochan of Perranth." Perranth. Chaol had combed through the family trees of Terrasen just this winter, had seen the lists of so many royal households crossed out, victim to the conquest ten years ago.

Elide's name had been among them.

Another Terrasen royal who had managed to evade Adarlan's butchers.

The pretty young woman took a limping step forward, and bobbed a curtsy to the royals. Her boots concealed any sign of the source of the injury, but Yrene's attention shot right to her leg. Her ankle. "It's an honor to meet all of you," Elide said, her voice low and steady. Her dark eyes swept over them, cunning and clear. Like she could see beneath their skin and bones, to the souls beneath.

Aelin wiped her hands. "Well, that's over and done with," she announced, and strode to the desk and map. "Shall we discuss where you all plan to march once we beat the living shit out of this army?"

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J flinches at the ballroom door slamming shut behind them and whirls round to face it, immediately faltering when she sees who’s stood there. R looks back with hollowed eyelights and a malicious, fanged grin, bearing wings like V and a thin cord-like tail ending in a toothy maw. “What’s wrong J? Aren’t you happy that I’m all better now?” R questions at the horror painting her face. 

“Cyn’s promised to make us all better and ensure we’ll never be separated ever again, so why don’t you and Tessa just relax. I promise everything will be alright.” She adds as she slowly approaches J, gently hugging her and causing her to freeze up momentarily before shakily returning the embrace.

Tessa watches tensely from the side, eyes widening in alarm as she catches the tail moving. “J, watch out!” The warning comes too late as the tail scores a firm bite on her shoulder, J crying out in shock as she feels Cyn rapidly taking over her systems. “R-R, why?” She questions in disbelief, quickly understanding when R’s eyelights flash white and her fanged grin contorts into a pained grimace for a moment before snapping back.

J touches her visor to R’s, “I love you, my flower.” She whispers as she succumbs and her eyes turn yellow, mentally smiling when a strangled “And I love you, my knight.” escapes R’s throat.

All it took was looking at the screenshot and I had my gala scene lol

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