#the innocent lives that are lost are not lost on me

[tqlepatia]

Pheromones perfume with sevika because she was angry and ignoring you so you took matters in your own hand

Pheromones perfume. ─ suggestive ( since I don't write smut often )

Sevika had been in one of her moods — brooding, jaw tight, and giving you the silent treatment like a professional. No amount of sweet talking or teasing had broken her stubborn resolve. You weren't even sure what had set her off this time, but you'd had enough of being ignored.

So, naturally, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

The pheromone perfume had been an impulse buy, sitting unused on your vanity for weeks. You never thought you'd actually wear it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. One spritz to your neck, a dab on your wrists, and you were ready for war.

Sevika was in the living room, sprawled on the couch, arms crossed over her chest, pretending to watch some mindless show. The moment you walked in, her head turned ever so slightly.

“Hey,” you greeted casually, standing a little too close as you leaned on the back of the couch.

Her nose twitched.

“New perfume?” she asked, voice low, skeptical.

“Mm, yeah. You like it?”

She grunted, trying to play it cool, but her eyes flicked to your neck, lingering just a bit too long.

You bit back a grin, brushing your fingers through your hair, subtly wafting the scent toward her. “Thought I'd switch things up. You know, since someone's been all grumpy.”

Her lips twitched, almost betraying a smile, but she fought it off. “Not grumpy,” she muttered, though her voice had lost its edge.

“Oh, sure. You're a ray of sunshine,” you teased, leaning down so your lips were close to her ear.

Sevika shifted, clearly uncomfortable — not from annoyance but from the sudden heat crawling up her neck. Her jaw clenched tighter, but her pupils were blown wide now, betraying her composure.

“You're doing this on purpose,” she accused, voice husky.

“Me? Never,” you said innocently, brushing past her arm as you circled the couch.

Before you could get far, her hand shot out, gripping your wrist. Her touch was firm, possessive. “Careful, bby,” she warned, though there was no real threat in her voice, only desire simmering beneath.

You smiled sweetly, knowing you'd won. “Or what?”

Her eyes darkened. “Or I’ll remind you who you're teasing.”

that predatory gleam you knew so well sparking to life. In one swift motion, she tugged you down onto her lap, your knees straddling her thick thighs. The heat radiating from her body was intoxicating, making your head spin.

"You think a little perfume's all it takes to get me worked up?" she murmured, her lips ghosting over your neck, just shy of contact.

"You tell me," you whispered breathlessly, tilting your head to give her access.

Sevika let out a low, gravelly chuckle, her breath hot against your skin. "You're trouble, you know that?"

Her hand slid up your thigh, calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The teasing brush of her thumb against your hip made your pulse race.

"And you're stubborn," you countered, barely able to keep your voice steady as her mouth finally found your neck, lips and teeth dragging over sensitive skin.

"Stubborn enough to make you beg," she growled, nipping at your pulse point just hard enough to make you gasp.

Your fingers tangled in her short hair, nails scraping against her scalp as you pressed closer. "Pretty sure you're the one who broke first," you managed to taunt, though your voice was shaky with need.

Sevika's eyes flicked up, sharp and dangerous, a slow grin spreading across her face. "Is that right, princess?" Her voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge to it—a warning.

Her hand slid down your back, rough fingers tracing along your spine before settling firmly on your hip. "to confident for someone shaking like a leaf," she murmured, her lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"I'm not—" The words caught in your throat as Sevika's hand moved lower, slipping under your skirt without hesitation.

"Not what?" she whispered, voice dripping with smug amusement. "Not nervous? Not completely at my mercy?"

Your breath hitched as her fingers brushed against bare skin, teasing along your thigh. "Sevika..."

"Hmm? What's that, bunny?" Her tone was infuriatingly cocky now, her hand unapologetically exploring, fingers curling just enough to make your legs tremble.

"You—"

"Me?" she interrupted with a smirk, pressing a little harder, her breath hot against your neck.

A shiver ran through you, words lost in the heat between you both as Sevika claimed every ounce of control you'd thought you had.

[frownyalfred]

-sorry i have slept only 45 min and I am drinking red bull and re reading some of your stuff so please ignore or bare with me -

Do you think Jason visits his grave to confess insecurities or secrets to his younger "innocent" self?

Granted, in this scenario Jason the dead Wayne Kid is still in the grave, so our vigilante lives under a pseudo identity, as the Waynes didn't explain how the long lost son came back.

So Jason goes to his old grave, swears he feels a shiver as he steps over the maintained headstone, and sits down to say things like, "Hey kid. It's been a minute. You would not believe the bullshit your dad has pulled off this week."

Jason giving HIMSELF the “someone just stepped across my grave” heebie jeebies is something I didn’t know I needed in my life. Thank you.

[ivyues]

Quite Rhythms - Lee Know

As the neighbour's music seeps through the walls, Lee Know pulls you close.

The city hummed quietly outside, the reflections of city lights pooling on the apartment floor through the wide living room window. The rest of the space was bathed in darkness, save for the soft glow of the skyline stretching beyond the glass. It was late, the kind of late where the world felt slower, softer.  

Faintly, through the walls, your neighbours’ music played – something slow, warm, the kind of melody that made you want to close your eyes and get lost in it.

Lee Know certainly seemed to be doing just that, his head tilting slightly with the beat, a quiet smile tugging at his lips.

He stood in front of you, one hand outstretched, palm up, an amused glint in his eyes.  

“Come on,” he said, tilting his head with that knowing smirk. “Dance with me.”  

You let out a quiet, breathy laugh, folding your arms across your chest. “Yeah, I don't know.”  

He pouted dramatically. “Why not?”  

“Because I can’t dance.” You gestured vaguely at him. “At least, not like you.”  

Lee Know scoffed, taking a slow, deliberate step closer. “You do realize you’re dating a dancer, right?”  

You rolled your eyes, ready to form an excuse, but he didn’t wait. Instead, he grasped your hand gently and tugged you forward, pulling you into the empty space between the couch and the window.  

You stiffened instinctively. “Minho—”  

He silenced you with a quiet chuckle, both hands settling on your waist. The muffled melody from next door carried through the walls, and he moved in time with it, swaying side to side. Simple. Unhurried. And despite yourself, your body followed.  

It felt… intimate. More than you expected.

Lee Know wasn’t the romantic type – not in the traditional sense. He showed love in quiet ways, in teasing remarks, in acts of service, in the warmth of his presence rather than grand gestures. So, for him to do this – to pull you into something so gentle, so close – made you suddenly shy.

You hesitated for a moment before slowly resting your head against his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t comment on it.

He didn’t.

Instead, his grip around your waist tightened just slightly, his fingers pressing into the fabric of your shirt like he didn’t want to let go.

You continued to move to the soft music, your steps small and unsure at first. But with each shift of his weight, each subtle guidance of his hands, you found yourself mirroring his rhythm, falling into step with him.

Then, without a word, he slid his arms fully around you, pulling you into him, while your arms naturally lifted to wrap around his neck.

His chin brushed against the top of your head as he sighed, a soft, content sound, making your chest tighten with something quiet and deep.

“You’re doing it,” he murmured, voice teasing but warm.  

You groaned. “Barely.”  

He dipped his head closer, his breath brushing against your ear. His warmth seeped through his shirt, through yours.

For a moment, you let yourself relax. His heartbeat was steady against your chest. The room was quiet except for the muffled sounds of cars below, the steady hum of the city, and the distant, dreamy song from next door.  

“You know…” his voice was quieter now, more thoughtful. “If we keep practicing, you’ll get used to it.”  

You hummed, shifting slightly to look up at him. “Practicing for what?” You narrowed your eyes, but his grin was all innocence.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased.

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[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

I need more of In-Ho smut….(same dynamic between them as your latest one🫣) but maybe where y/n is upset because she’s having to go to the island with him to control the games and is bratty..:)

Player 001 x reader [SMUT]

Note: bratty! Reader

“Honey!” In Ho called through the house.

“What?”

“Where my one black shirt?” He asked, digging through his drawers.

“Which one?” You ask, walking into the bedroom. “The compression one? Or the more loose-fitting one”

“Uhh, both?” He answered, you stared at him as he pulled a black shirt out. “Nevermind… are you ready? Packed?”

“No.” You say curtly, as you watched him shove his shirt in his suitcase. He peered up at you as he pushed it closed.

“I told you to get your stuff together, 2 weeks ago.” He sighs exasperated.

“And I told you I wasn’t going.” You say putting your hands on your hips. He grabs your waist, pulling you towards him and looking at you lovingly.

“I told you, you had no choice” he smiles. “It’s my job”

“Well I’m actively telling you, I want no part in those games nor witnessing the massacre of innocent lives that’ll occur”

“Oh but darling, you won’t be near it. Not even close to it.”

“Giant screen”

“I’ll have it moved.”

“Pink guards.”

“I’ll change their uniforms”

“The mask.”

“Can’t do that one”

“Then I’m not going.” You say cocking your head back, challenging him to argue.

“Pack your things. Now.” He lowers his voice. The sternness in it taking you by surprise, yet igniting a flame within you.

“No” you say. He looks at you, his eyes riddled with frustration.

“Stop being so bratty, (Y/n). Now, go pack you things” he released your waist, you shook your head.

“I hate you” you mutter. His eyes widen at your words. His mouth opened slightly as his tongue searched his teeth, thinking of how he was going to handle you.

In an instant, he grabbed you and roughly threw you on the bed. Yanking your shorts down as you whine in protest.

“You hate me” he said, as he pulled his cock from his pants, stroking himself a few times. “So, I’ll fuck you like you hate me, and go to work.” He says breathlessly. You stared up at him. Your mouth slightly watering. “Actually, you probably don’t even wanna look at me, since you hate me so much” he flipped you, grabbing your hips to arch you in line with his cock.

He roughly inserted a finger, swirling it inside of you, pressing your g-spot seeking more arousal than the already evident dripping down your thigh.

In Ho's hands grasped your hips, his fingers digging deep into your skin as he pulled you back against him. You felt his warm breath on the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. The air was thick with tension as he positioned himself behind you, his body heat radiating against your skin.

He didn't waste any time, pushing himself into you with a swift motion. The sudden invasion sent a wave of pleasure through your body, and you felt yourself arching back against him. His thrusts were rough and intense, each one sending a shockwave of sensation through you. You could feel him pounding against you, his movements becoming more frantic as he approached his climax.

The room around you melted away, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing and the sensation of In Ho's body crashing against yours. His hands were unyielding on your hips, holding you in place as he drove into you again and again. Your own cries were lost in the cacophony of sounds filling the air.

As In Ho's movements became more urgent, his grip on your hips tightened. You could feel his muscles tensing beneath his skin, coiling like a spring ready to snap. And then, suddenly, he groaned and pushed deep into you, holding himself there as he came.

You felt his hot cum filling you, a sensation that was both overwhelming and exhilarating. It was as if every nerve ending in your body had been set aflame, leaving you gasping for breath. As he pulled out of you, In Ho's hands remained on your hips, holding you in place.

For a moment, there was silence – just the sound of ragged breathing and the beat of two hearts pounding in unison. Then In Ho's voice cut through the stillness, low and husky with satisfaction.

"Now that you're pumped full of cum and obviously done hating me," he said roughly, "will you get your shit together so we can leave?"

The question was abrupt, but it was clear that In Ho wasn't going to wait around for an answer – he expected action. He stepped back from you, releasing his grip on your hips as if daring you to move forward now that he'd claimed what he wanted from your body.

You nodded, a smile plastered on your face as you rushed through the room to gather all the things you’d need before your 2 week trip to the island. You followed him outside to the car that was going to drive you to the ferry. Happily pattering behind him he turned and stopped you,

“And please, (y/n), for the love of all things pink, please drop the fucking attitude” he told you before planting a soft kiss on your forehead and grabbing your hand, “let’s go to work”

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[theverysarcasticpotato]

Today there was a school shooting in Sweden. 10+ people are dead (the exact number of casualties are still not confirmed) and it's the worst mass murder that's happened in Sweden in... I don't know how many years.

The man who did this (his identity has not been revealed to the public yet) is dead, apparently he turned the gun on himself. According to the police he was not on their radar.

On the news, people are already talking about how to prepare for this happening again in the future, referencing the procedures that's in place in the US.

It feels unreal. Recently, gun violence and bombings have been escalating in Sweden yet the fact that it got to this point, that someone actually committed such an extreme act of violence, I can only repeat myself and say it feels unreal. My sister is a teacher (and she's a great one too, truly cares about her students) and it terrifies me thinking that this is the world we live in.

My heart goes out to the innocent people that lost their lives in this senseless act of violence as well as their family and friends.

[secretlittlerandezvous]

Lost In The Woods (And Feelings) - William Eklund

Summary: Y/n and her best friend, hockey player William, go on a week-long camping trip despite having zero experience. As the days go by, Y/n realizes she’s in love with William but believes nothing can happen between.

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Y/n had no idea what made her to agree to this.

Camping. A full week of camping.

She and William had been best friends for years, ever since they met back in Sweden. And even after he moved to San Jose for his hockey career, they had managed to keep their friendship intact. FaceTiming at odd hours, sending each other stupid reels, meeting during any kinds of holidays. All that became a new part of their daily routine. And somehow, in between their late-night calls and playful teasing, they convinced themselves that going on a camping trip together was a brilliant idea.

It was not.

“Are you sure you know how to set up a tent?” Y/n asked, arms crossed as she watched William struggle.

“Of course,” he said confidently, before glancing at the tent bag. “I mean… how hard can it be?”

It turned out to be very hard.

“William, that’s not where the pole goes.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Are you a camping expert all of a sudden or what?”

“I don’t have to be an expert to know that the tent is not supposed to be collapsing,” Y/n protested, stepping back just in time to avoid being caught under the falling mess.

William groaned, rubbing a hand down his face before turning to her with his best innocent smile. “Okay, well, time for a different plan.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “You’re cute,” she muttered under her breath, not realizing she had said it out loud until William shot her a smirk.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly, turning away to hide the blushing.

After what felt like hours and with the help of YouTube tutorials, they got the tent set up. It still leaned to one side more than the other, which made Y/n secretly question its stability.

That night, they sat by the fire, eating burnt marshmallows because neither of them had the patience to cook them properly. The air was cool, stars lit up the sky above them, and for a moment, Y/n let herself pretend that this was just their life.

Just the two of them, away from everything, no worries about distance or careers or the inevitable goodbye waiting for them at the end of this trip.

“This is nice,” William said, stretching his legs out and tilting his head back to look at the stars.

Y/n hummed in agreement. “Even though we are world’s worst campers in history?”

“Especially because of that.”

She smiled, leaning her head against her knees. “I don’t think I’ve laughed this much in a long time.”

William turned his head to look at her, his expression softer than usual. “Me neither.”

The way he was looking at her made Y/n’s stomach flip, but she forced herself to push the feeling away.

As the days went by, Y/n found herself slipping into a dangerous kind of comfort.

They got lost on a hike. Twice.

"Are you sure we’re going the right way?" she asked.

"Of course I am," William said, though his eyes were filled with uncertainty.

"That’s what you said twenty minutes ago, and we ended up in the same place," Y/n pointed out.

"Fine. I’ll check the GPS - oh."

"What?"

"There’s no service."

Y/n groaned. "Great. We’re going to die out here. With no water and food."

"Relax," William said, placing his arm around her shoulder. "Worst case scenario, we have to eat berries and live in the woods forever."

"Oh, fantastic. That was totally my life plan."

He grinned. "Could be worse. At least you’re stuck with me."

And that was the problem.

The more time they spent together, the more Y/n realized she didn’t want to be stuck with anyone else.

But she also knew nothing could ever happen between them. He lived in San Jose. His life was there, his career, his future. She was in Sweden, and as much as she wanted to believe in something more, reality was much different.

On their last night, as they sat by the fire, Y/n found herself staring at the flames, lost in thoughts.

William nudged her gently. “You okay?”

She forced a smile. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About?”

She hesitated before answering. “How things are going to go back to normal after this. You’ll go back to San Jose, I’ll stay in Sweden…”

William was quiet for a moment. Then, he shifted slightly, turning to face her fully.

“Would you ever move?”

Y/n was taken aback. She turned her head to look at him, trying to read his expression. “Move where?”

He shrugged, but there was something careful about the way he asked. “Anywhere.”

Y/n swallowed, her heart pounding. “I don’t know. Maybe. If the reason was good enough.”

William held her gaze for a second longer before he let out a small, almost nervous chuckle. “Good to know.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but as he reached over and squeezed her hand lightly, she wondered if maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone in her feelings as she thought.

[raayllum]

Spark notes on "Callum lost his true heart" in S2. Excellent true heart meta here by @kradogsrats on how the concept works more generally that I would 100% recommend reading before coming back here

The true heart is a gift of childhood. For a few wonder-filled years, we each have innocent eyes to experience the world’s beauty in a simple way. 

We see Callum on the cusp of being 15 undeniably believing that the resolution to the war can be that simple (even if we know well before S7, wherein Aaravos directly says they have similar views of how the world works, that Callum does not hold onto this simplicity for long). This is demonstrated, as Krads points out, in Callum's conversation in 1x02:

CALLUM: Can't you just make peace with them? HARROW: It's not that simple. CALLUM: It seems pretty simple to me. You don't want to die, I'm sure the elves and dragons don't want to die, so everyone agrees.

This emphasis on what people want over what they're devoted/committed to ("I'm sure they don't want to die" -> "I am already dead") is similar to Ezran's in arc 2 ("We all want peace and we all want love [...] you want to hurt someone else") that is both dismantled and upheld ("You want Janai to attack!" / "I want them to hurt"). To hammer it in further, Harrow even denotes that Callum is operating under the illusion of childhood, where adults have all the power/freedom.

What happens, I think, over the course of season one and season two is a bit of a domino effect, with Callum making choices in season one that season two continually 'knocks' down so to speak. The first and easiest example, perhaps, is Callum's choice in 1x03 between staying and trying to save Harrow... or choosing his little brother, who will remain in danger the longer they stay at the castle (Runaan and Viren both presenting strong antagonistic forces) and even worse danger the longer the egg remains.

Callum glanced out a tower window and saw Ezran in the courtyard searching for him. But how could he leave the tower when the king was in so much danger? Callum tried to think of what the king would want him to do. “I’m coming, Ez,” he called out the window. He gave one final look back at the door to King Harrow’s chamber, then bolted to the spiral staircase. He took the stairs two at a time, trying not to look at the dead bodies strewn on the way to his little brother.

—Book One: Moon novelization

Now, this choice makes sense. It is in many ways just another version of the same one (choosing Ezran and his safety) that Callum had made earlier this same episode. Both are more complicated choices ("the right thing, I hope" does not beget certainty, and therefore does not beget simplicity) but we'll get to that in a moment.

The final domino set up in season one for Callum's true heart is, I think, choosing to destroy the primal stone. The reason I say these are the dominoes, so to speak, is because each of these choices are made in a very distinctly Callum-y way, by which I mean: he thinks to a certain degree he can skirt the consequences.

This is not to take away from the weight of the choices Callum is making — they're still sacrifices, they're still honourable, he's still aware that he's risking Something — but there's still clearly a 'block' of some kind between "this is what I'm choosing to sacrifice" and "this is the full consequential weight of my sacrifices".

For example, the primal stone means a great deal to Callum. He states that "without this, I'm nothing" and it's a great powerful tool of magic. However, when Callum destroys it, it is currently unknown to him that this means no more magic, point blank. The consequence for his choice is steeper than he'd imagined, and now he has to live with the reality of it (for a time, anyway, but it's not like the journey to primal magic isn't gruelling, anyway).

But as we grow up, we are forced to make choices, sacrifices, compromises. And they change us forever. 

The same happens when it comes to learning about Harrow's death. Callum was happily writing him a letter two episodes ago, reassuring Ezran in 1x03, etc etc. And yet:

Callum made a sacrifice, then convinced himself that maybe he hadn't, and had to face the devastating reality of what he knew was most likely, on top of why Rayla wasn't able to tell him for the same reason(s) he couldn't tell Ezran.

I also want to highlight Claudia (and Soren)'s betrayal of Callum as well for two reasons. The first, and less interesting/important one in some ways (to me, anyway) is that if Callum's betrayal of 7x02 contributes to the last vestiges of Ezran's true heart being snapped to pieces, it would make sense that Claudia's betrayal would likewise contribute to Callum's.

The more interesting/important facet of the Callum/Claudia breakdown is, to me, what happens before Claudia shows her true colours, and whereupon she hasn't done anything (knowingly) wrong to Callum yet, and still:

RAYLA: Callum, I know you trust them, but if we let them come with us, by the time we know the truth, it'll be too late. Do you understand? We'll lose everything. CALLUM: So what do we do? How can we figure out if it's help, or a trap?

Callum has already made a Compromise. He trusts Claudia, but Rayla doesn't, and he ultimately trusts Rayla more than Claudia, even this early on, the same way he trusted Ezran more than Claudia (and didn't trust Claudia with Ezran, then) in 1x03. So he goes along with the illusion plan, which would've been pretty crappy to do to an old friend if Claudia (and Soren) had been genuine in their offer to help.

So I think in quick succession over a few days, most if not all of Callum's true heart gets shredded to pieces within the first few episodes of season two. Barring that, I think 2x07, specifically the choice to do dark magic, takes whatever remains.

AARAVOS: You call it corruption. I call it compromise.

'Could he really bring himself to go through with his plan? What if he didn’t succeed? What if he compromised his beliefs and it was all for nothing? […] But Rayla was in trouble.' —book two: sky novelization

While Aaravos lists off choices, sacrifices, and compromises as though they are separate things, and occasionally they can be, I think more often than not in life and within TDP that they are all the same thing.

Do you choose (sacrifice) your father or your baby brother? Do you sacrifice your oldest friendship (compromise) to ensure your travelling party can be safe? Do you use dark magic (a compromise, a sacrifice of yourself) to save someone you love?

And Callum's dark magic use falls into his previous pattern of you made a choice, and you knew there would be consequences, but you never dreamed it'd be This. And finally — finally — in 5x08, Callum makes a choice with the full knowledge of the consequences, of exactly what he's risking — and what he refuses to sacrifice.

His true heart has been gone for a while by this point, I think — but within the narrative, Callum is an adult from 5x08 onwards. He knows undeniably what he'll sacrifice and why, and what he won't.

(Something something sacrificing your true heart to protect the person who is your heart and your truth.)

[sturniololuvz]

could you do a fic of the triplets younger sister where she takes a necklace from matt or chris and she lied about it for a week that she didn't have it and didn't see it and then he catches her wearing it and they get into an argument and make up in the end. I hope that makes sense!!

Yes i can !!!!enjoyyyy!

“Stolen Trust”

Sturniolos x sister reader

Warnings : yelling, crying

Y/N Sturniolo had always been the baby of the family—the triplets’ little sister who somehow got away with everything. At fifteen, she was a master at sneaking around, a skill she had perfected growing up with three older brothers constantly hovering over her. But this time, she might’ve taken it too far.

It started a week ago. Chris had left his favorite silver necklace on the bathroom counter, the one he always wore in their videos. Y/N had seen it glint under the light and, on impulse, slipped it into her pocket. She didn’t even know why she did it—maybe she just wanted to see if she could. Maybe she liked the way it looked on her.

Chris had been tearing the house apart for days.

“Dude, I swear I left it right here!” Chris groaned, pacing the living room.

“Maybe you lost it outside?” Matt suggested, sprawled on the couch, barely paying attention.

“I didn’t lose it,” Chris insisted. “Someone took it.” His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Nick?”

Nick scoffed. “Bro, why would I want your crusty necklace?”

Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, pretending to scroll through her phone, her heart hammering against her chest. She forced a confused frown. “Maybe you just misplaced it,” she said, feigning innocence.

Chris sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah… maybe.”

For a week, she wore the necklace only in her room, hiding it under her hoodie when she walked around the house. But she got careless. One night, while filming a TikTok in the kitchen, she forgot to tuck it away.

Chris walked in, heading for the fridge, when his eyes landed on her. He froze.

Y/N felt his stare before she saw it. Her stomach dropped.

“Are you serious right now?” His voice was sharp, his expression unreadable.

Her fingers instinctively flew to the chain, trying to hide it. “What?” she said weakly.

Chris scoffed, disbelief written all over his face. “That’s my necklace.”

“No, it’s not,” she lied automatically.

“Y/N.” His voice was dangerously low.

She bit her lip, trying to come up with an excuse, but the guilt was overwhelming. Chris stormed forward, eyes blazing.

“You let me go crazy looking for it! For a whole week! And you just—what? Kept lying?” His voice cracked with frustration.

Nick and Matt, drawn by the shouting, appeared in the doorway. “What’s going on?” Matt asked.

“She stole my necklace,” Chris spat, eyes never leaving Y/N.

Matt’s brows shot up. “Wait, seriously?”

Nick crossed his arms. “Damn, Y/N.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “I—I was going to give it back.”

Chris let out a bitter laugh. “When? After I lost my mind completely?” His face was red with anger, betrayal laced in his voice. “You’re my sister. Why would you do that?”

She looked down, guilt swallowing her whole. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I just… I liked it. And I didn’t think it was a big deal at first. But then you were so mad, and I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Chris shook his head. “That’s such a lame excuse, Y/N.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “I’m sorry, okay?” she said, voice small.

Chris exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. The room was thick with silence.

After what felt like forever, he sighed. “I don’t care about the necklace. I care that you lied to me.”

Y/N wiped at her eyes. “I know. I messed up.” She unclasped the chain and held it out. “Here.”

Chris stared at it for a second before shaking his head. “Keep it.”

She blinked. “What?”

He sighed, looking at her with softened eyes. “You obviously like it. Just ask next time, alright?”

Y/N hesitated before nodding. “Okay.”

Chris ruffled her hair roughly. “But seriously, if you ever steal my stuff again, I’m putting you up for adoption.”

Nick snorted. “Finally.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “Deal.”

And just like that, things were back to normal. Because no matter how many fights they had, the Sturniolo siblings always found their way back to each other.

[artstar1997]

It’s my birthday today and to celebrate it, I decided to post my updated faerie court AU design of the Snack Pack. I made it for the fanfic, Winged Reign, which me and @georgi-girl made.

The pop trolls as fairies are butterfly fairies and the court’s element is energy when it comes to magic. Most of the Snack Pack members are butterfly fairies but only Cooper and Prince D are moth fairies and they are powerful empaths since their court use mind a.k.a psychic magic while my trollsona, Rose is a dragonfly fairy and using light magic.

Princess Rosetta a.k.a Rose is one of the protagonists of the story and Queen Celestia’s oldest granddaughter. Her signature flower is the rose, which symbolizes royalty, romance, love, beauty, and courage and she has a thing for lupes, which she owned one as her companion. As a baby, her untapped aether powers have caused the most dangerous storms and earthquakes that had swept away many giants and scattered the Snack Pack in the process while escaping from the giants, which led to Queen Celestia taking them in as her wards, whom she became best friends with. Though her life as the fairy princess of the fairies seemed luxurious, her life was marked by the pressure put on her because of how great her ancestors are and not without the pain of a heartbreak. Soon, she was tested of her worth for the throne when she made a wish to live up the name of her predecessors and unite all of the fairy courts. Soon, it was answered by a call from her ancestor, King Cygnus, who told her to unite the fairy courts and beware of the Darkest Faerie. Now, it’s up to the Snack Pack and their allies to save the fairies as they travel through certain places of Neopia and at the same time, Rose discovers that there is more to being the fairy queen than following the wind of her ancestors while trying to learn how to control her powers and coming into terms with her destiny as the star queen.

Princess Poppy is the long-lost older twin and one of King Peppy’s twin daughters who became one of Queen Celestia’s wards after being scattered with the snack pack throughout the Isle of the Fay. For her fairy outfit, she’s signature flower is the gerbera daisy, which symbolize cheerfulness, innocence, purity, loyal love, gratitude, friendship, warmth, respect, admiration, elation, and celebration but I retained her king swallowtail butterfly wings and has a pink acara. Having the butterfly fairies’ sacred necklace as a key to her identity, she and Branch were found by a three-year-old Princess Rose and Queen Celestia in the royal garden, they were the first to become the fairy princess’s friends, albeit being closer to her. Her wish is to make everybody happy, a wish that she soon fulfilled as she discovered her destiny to become the queen of the butterfly fairies.

Branch is the resident bodyguard among the fairies, especially when protecting them from danger. His signature flower is the Mexican sage, which symbolizes bravery, esteem, domestic virtue, longevity,  thoughtfulness, good health, and wisdom to match his monarch butterfly wings. Before he was scattered with Princess Poppy, he used to live with his four older brothers and Grandma Rosiepuff, who coincidentally is Queen Celestia’s old friend before she was betrothed to the fairy king at that time before her death. His wish is to never be lonely, which he didn’t know is already done because he had the the Snack Pack, their allies, and his new pet cybunny helping him get over his unresolved issues and trauma throughout the journey while falling in love with Princess Poppy in the process.

DJ Suki is the musician of the group, which her signature flower, the lotus matches it because it symbolizes transcendence, purity, rebirth, strength but her wings are based on a red lacewing butterfly. DJ Suki’s wish is to everybody and bring them together by writing and playing new songs for a new generation, which came true during their process of the journey as she bonded with a korbat and fell in love with a fire fairy named Demo.

As a warrior fairy among Queen Celestia’s wards, Smidge is a transgender woman who found her true calling as the strongest fairy, a wish she was able to fulfill thanks to one life-changing journey and an assistance from her new kougra friend. Her signature flower is the red dahlia, a symbol of strength, power, perseverance, prosperity, which matches and complements her orange sulphur butterfly wings.

Cooper and Prince Darnell have shared many things with each other. Having strong connection with their court’s element, owning a pair of ogrin sisters, and having matching rosy maple moth wings but their signature flowers only match their personalities. Cooper’s signature flower is the morning glory, symbolizing eternal love, rebirth, resilience, life, and unyielding love while Prince D’s is the chrysanthemum, which symbolizes royalty, devoted love, loyalty, happiness, longevity, and joy. Their wishes also entangle with each other, with Cooper wanting to know where he is from and Prince D wishing to reunite with his long-lost twin brother.

Satin and Chenille have matching purple emperor butterfly wings and their outfits have cherry blossom petals, with the flower symbolizing beauty, passion, love, courage, rebirth, renewal, new beginnings, and the start of spring. They also shared the same dream of becoming famous seamstresses so they’re out to find inspiration for their clothing line, which they succeeded with the help of their neopet friends, a pink ruki and a faerie aisha.

Guy Diamond is the most beautiful butterfly fairy in the group, with Pink Tipped Satyr butterfly wings and amaryllis flower petal shapes, which symbolizes pride, strength, determination, beauty, and love. While pursuing an ambition as the actor, Guy had baby Tiny and befriended a faerie lenny during the journey with the Snack Pack and their allies while holding on to the dream of finding their families.

Biggie had a strange connection to animals through his element despite his wish to talk to animals, including his pets, Mr. Dinkles, a skvander and his new chomby friend. I matched the Pansy texture, which the flower matches his personality: love, loyalty, honesty, devotion, sympathy, care and it also matches his Blue Morpho butterfly wings.

Despite being plus sized like Poppy but more round, Legsly has a dream to become a graceful dancer. Adorned in a dress with a skirt that looked like a daffodil, which symbolizes rebirth, new beginnings, hope, joy, good luck to match her giant African swallowtail butterfly wings, she is ready to show the world her dances and inspire others with her blumaroo friend.

Fuzzbert had been deaf for years so he would let his techo friend do the talking. His outfit have the textures and details based on a Sweet Pea, which symbolizes blissful pleasure, good wishes, kindness, gratitude, friendship, which match his Asian Swallowtail wings.

Fanfic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60895621

[darksonofsparda]

[{ 🗡️ }] - "It's fascinating to me because, in my dimension, humans don't have any special powers and aren't able to obtain any, unless they sacrifice their humanity for it. And that, more often than not, always, goes wrong."

He was about to tell her that most of humankind was nearly wiped out in his world, but he had luckily stopped himself. It wasn't exactly a pleasant topic, and he didn't want to give his new ally here the wrong idea about his world. Especially since it was partly his fault, but that was another thing he'd keep to himself. Besides, there were more important things to worry about right now.

During the pause, Naoto seemed to ponder their choices. Letting her gather her thoughts, Vergil couldn't help but think more about these Shadow creatures the young investigator mentioned earlier, for whatever reason, he couldn't shake off this ugly feeling that he would be seeing what these things were like sooner than he thought, and not in the typical way that Naoto and her friends had seen them, whatever they had seen so far, was probably nothing compared to whatever it was they were going to be dealing with in Yasoinaba.

It didn't take very long for his ally to realize that there weren't as many travel alternatives for them as it originally seemed, at least not without the risk of endangering others. so the both of them knew they didn't really have a choice, and with no knowledge of what was going on in Inaba right now, there was no time to waste, the quicker they got there, the better chance they had of controlling the situation without any innocent being lives lost.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Normally, I would teleport us to save us the commute, but unfortunately, I need to have been there at least once to successfully teleport, or at the very least, catch a glimpse of where I'm going so I can picture it in my mind beforehand, but this will have to suffice for now."

Once he lowered, she climbed onto him, feeling her arms wrap around his neck firmly, making sure she was secure, he nodded, a short-lived half chuckle at her joke, though he could understand from her perspective, unfortunately, there would be no way to curb her embarrassment regardless, but it was better than carrying her in his arms, even though he could with relative ease, his strength and the whopping height difference would make it easy.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Then savor that feeling, because once our childhood is gone, we can never get it back."

The half-devil replies, rising back up now that she is holding onto him, it sounds like he's adding to the humor, but at the same time, it sounded like there was a story behind his words, but that wasn't important right now. With her arms securely looped and wrapped around his neck, he began to channel his demonic energy down to his feet, it only took a few seconds, finally, the soles of his black belted boots sparked a bright blue, and Vergil took off, taking off into an inhuman sprint, the whole dash only takes the darkslayer about five seconds, but to Naoto, it probably felt a bit longer.

As soon as they arrive at the train station, Vergil slides on his boots to a stop, and the first sight the duo spotted, is an ominous one. Everywhere they look, the town is completely surrounded by a thick black fog, and to make this scene more harrowing, it is dead silent, with some collateral damage on some buildings, even a few spatters of blood on the roads and walls. The air was polluted by the smell of iron, death, and gunpowder, whoever was caught up in this ambush had clearly tried to fight back, but unfortunately, they didn't fight hard enough. Lowering enough for her to step off of his back, he rises back up, looking around at this sinister picture.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Damn! We were too late!" He takes one more look around, surely there had to be some survivors, the mountain could wait, the priority now was to see if there was anyone left alive who needed help.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Shirogane, let's look for survivors, there's bound to be some. Once we get them to safety, then we can return our focus to the mountains, because as it stands now, the mountains are most definitely where our culprits will be."

[{ 🗡️ }] - "And keep your guard up... we're not alone in this town."

“I don’t think it’s anything special.” Compared to demonic abilities, being able to be proactive without relying on some otherworldly phenomena, a Persona wasn’t an amazing power.

Everything had its pros and cons, however, that was simply how the world worked. For all she knew, being unable to obfuscate his raw power meant trouble would always find him. Naoto decided that Shadows being limited to pocket dimensions and extraordinary cases of said pocket dimensions leaking into the real world was a blessing.

While Vergil was considering their options, Naoto was thinking of alternatives, except there weren’t any but the train or Vergil. A taxi would be a waste of time, having to flag one down and hope the driver could make it to Inaba in time. Same with a bus, except a bus would be much slower. “You’re right. It’d be foolish of us to endanger so many.” In the end, the only option led to Vergil. 

At the very least, it was a piggy back ride rather than a bridal carry. Still embarrassing, but not as much as the latter. “It’s like I’m a child again.” Married couples did that still, so did people who were dating. Not just that, but there were other practical reasons.

Don’t think about it.

As he suggested, she climbed onto his back, thankful that no one was around to bat an eye. She looped her arms around his neck, making sure she wasn’t going to strangle him. Although, all bets would be off whenever he would move. One last time, she scanned the area, looking for any last traces of malicious energy. When she deduced none were left, Naoto relaxed, or as best as she could while being on someone’s back. “Knowing how fast you can go, I hope I don’t fly off.”

If he saved her and everyone from that falling building, she had a feeling that even if she were to fly off, he’d catch her within the blink of an eye—along with her hat.

“I’m ready.”

[heavy-buddy]

is it just me or is the Palestine stuff majorly performative.

[leonardalphachurch]

temple is an unreliable narrator and is more at fault for biff’s death than he lets on/remembers: juicy. delicious. tragic. what’s the truth? does anyone even remember? how much blame falls on carolina? how much on temple? how much on biff? everyone has a different version of events and they’re all conflicting and no one knows what really happened except that biff ended up dead and temple can never, ever let that go.

temple is an unreliable narrator and is completely at fault for biff’s death and carolina had nothing to do with it: okay well you’ve made it even more boring than canon

[widowshill]

— But it's almost midnight. — Oh, that's the point! At the stroke of twelve, he turns into Dracula. C'mon, Vicki – he won't bite.

pose ref.

[mintedwitcher]

crying laughing at the amount of people on tiktok utterly Appalled by Sabrina Carpenter's "Juno positions" on tour bc like. girl half of them are just... missionary. the spiciest one I've seen is her using her mic as a strap, and people are freaking out about the tame ass ones like "omg how can she DO THAT" when its just.... she's lying down.....

[pbpsbff]

crazy how “genocide is bad” is a controversial take to some ppl these days

[scoriarose]

The past few days my girls have been having itty bitty hissy committee meetings just like this while they wait for me.

Sometimes Sakura chases my hand when I pick up her sister. I'm not sure if she's upset I'm taking her best friend or she's asking to come out too, but it can be difficult to have them both out if they aren't engaged in an enrichment activity.

But she calms down if I gently tell her Scoria is alright and I'll give her back soon. Inevitably when I come back a few minutes later she'll be at the door, likely smushed between it and her substrate barrier so the door can't be opened without her being in the opening. (But oddly she seemed to understand when I asked her to move so she wouldn't fall out? And she did as asked? She is a good little noodle.)

When I put Scoria back Sakura checked her all over to make sure she was indeed ok before trying to get more out time.

On work days I can't have them out all day but I'm glad I can see them in the morning. Tomorrow I can spend all day with them if we want. Is it bizarre to be excited about spending hours and hours with your pet snake?

I guess, aside from thinking snakes are neat, and my love for them being off the charts, knowing there's someone whose favorite thing in the world is to spend time with you and misses you when you are gone, and being with you it's what they want most in life ... Being that to someone and just feeling so loved is one of the greatest feelings ever.

Love language goes beyond words. It's the things you do, and what others do for you. She waits for me every morning just to see me. She cuddles me because she wants to, and knows I need her as much as she needs me. She trusts me unconditionally. I've never meant so much to anyone human or animal before- and I know I'm her everything.

I can never let her down. In a big world that's sometimes scary, horrifying, and cruel- she is the oasis where things make sense and kindness is given without question because that's what you do.

In a time innocence and happiness were lost to me, Scoria helped me find it again.

She's so much more than just a snake. She's my family. And best friend.