#they’re BACKK

[ariseur]

Im back and I brought LOVE🩷 you amazing and talented writer i could bomb you with self confidence and love. I got my bazooka of care with me and it’s ready to fire. You got this and REMEMBER TO EAT AND DRINK WATER

Also sorry for dipping for a few months but ive returned, (I’ve been around my friends kids and they are so cute) also this is so random from a stranger but i talk to everyone like their my bestie of 50 years 💀

-emotional support anon🫀

HELL YEAH emotional support anon !! you always got it with these lil positive messages they always make my day lol — that being said, make sure to take care of yourself too anon ^.^, gotta have you staying healthy as well; and slightly off topic but you’re kinda real for that, it’s a hit or miss with me but sometimes i also talk to people super casually lolol

[natalchartnurtures]

PAC: What Do People Find Pretty About you?

I'm backk (oh and happy new year, people)

Pile 1: The reading starts with the message- "marching to the beat of your drum," so I'm guessing you love to do your own thing? This quality/essence of yours is exactly what people find pretty about you. You EXUDE this airy-fairy kinda ethereal energy, laced with an almost Aquarian and Gemini-like quality. You have your own blueprint, set of beliefs, and ideas that you LIVE by, and your beauty is inspired by your individuality.

For example, say you grew up in a culture where most people are fair-skinned, but you have darker skin. You absolutely love and adore your skin for what it is, and because you embrace it, others love it by extension. Whatever stands out about you in the society you live in right now is what people find pretty about you. Say you have long hair when the norm is short hair—well, that's what people find pretty about you. They find your unique features breathtaking. It’s otherworldly.

You know, you give me Maeve Wiley vibes from Sex Education. She had her own style going on, and didn’t we absolutely love her for it? Her edgy vibe contrasted against the more simplistic vibe of the rest of the town. Yeah, there’s something about that which STANDS OUT and beckons for people’s attention (even if you’re not out here actively seeking attention). And boy, is it refreshing AF. You don’t know just how much you bring to the table by being yourself 😊.

You may like to dress "intelligently," or your natural style simply makes you look really smart, and this adds to that Aqua/Gemini quality that others find so pretty about you. Maybe you’re into graphic tees? Or your clothing simply makes people think, you know? Your style is different, and gosh, it’s so, soooo pretty (I really hope you understand that by the end of this read, haha).

You seem to take on a more carefree and blasé approach to your physical appearance, and it’s MAGNETIZING. Side note: I don’t think you realize the effect you have on people, lmao. It’s so funny because that’s such an Aqua quality, hahaha.

Moving on—it seems like you’ve never let go of your connection to your inner child, and this keeps you fun, joyous, and energetic. This is something people instantly notice about you, and they LOVE IT SO MUCH. You brighten people’s days with your little giggles, pranks, and jokes (even if they’re dark).

Again, there’s something deeply unconventional about you that’s soooo pretty. Like, it’s almost as if you are your own beauty standard, you know? Haha, you’re a trendsetter, aren’t you? It’s reminding me of Rihanna’s energy—how different she looks from Western beauty standards, but boy, does she make WAVES with her presence alone.

What’s pretty about you transcends the material realm. It’s your faith in the divine shining through your eyes when you walk past a stranger on the street, or the endless energy you contain because you’re so connected to source (or whatever “god” you believe in). This openness to anything or anyone that comes your way is what makes you OH so pretty ✨️.

Thanks for reading, sweet Pile 1! Have a good rest of your day/night 😊

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Pile 2: Your spirit message to open your reading said- “CUTE AF.” Haha, people seem to find you cute AF, Pile 2! That’s what makes you pretty. You may be the type of person who has the perfect ratio of cute and pretty, like Lisa or Rosé from Blackpink. You have a certain charm about you that people can’t seem to shake off, and boy, it sticks for a while. You’re unforgettable.

You’re incredibly physically attractive too (you might be very aware of this 😏), and boy, need I say more? Side note: People find your chest area, boobies, and décolletage really freaking pretty 😍.

You have a side to you that you NEVER show people—your softer, mushy, gushy, sensitive, unconditional-love side (for obvious reasons, hello?). And people seem to sense that you’re hiding SOMETHING. Usually, they can’t guess what it is, and they find this super mysterious, enchanting, and ALLURING. They want to know this other side of you. They want to bring it out (and by "they," I mean anyone interested in getting to know you deeper). This makes you irresistibly pretty, Pile 2.

I see that you’re an incredibly humble person, and this only adds to the magnitude of PRETTINESS I already told you about! Sheesh. Could you be any more charming and awesome? Side note: People really appreciate the random acts of kindness you bestow on them when no one’s looking. If you have a habit of smiling at people (no matter who they are), this is perceived as reeeeeeally pretty ����. (Also, it makes you all the more lovable?!)

You seem interested in bringing as much kindness as you humanly can into an inherently unkind world, and this honestly takes your physical beauty to another level! Your heart is so generous and pure, kind of like Leo or Cancer energy. You don’t stand for injustice, and you MAKE IT KNOWN (quietly or not 💅🏾). It’s almost as if you have the ability to love people’s hearts back to life again if they’ve been through injustice, which is honestly so precious. You’re a national treasure, Pile 2!

What’s beautiful and pretty about you is how you naturally allow people to feel safely vulnerable around you. You seem like someone who can listen to people’s woes and almost make them disappear 😶‍🌫️. Haha, I love that.

People can slow down around you (because of your energy, bruh) and let down their guard, even if it’s only for a moment. It’s a beautiful gift you have. I’m happy you exist. BIG HUGS, Pile 2!

I love you so much, and have a wonderful day/night!

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Pile 3: Message to open your reading- "You GIVE Sabrina Carpenter vibes." "You serve MOTHER vibes." Lol, a lot of people seem to thirst after your maternal vibe, Pile 3. You’re out here taking care of people, huh? Let’s get into it—

What people find pretty about you is your cozy, emotionally healthy, and prosperous energy. It’s almost like people feel “taken under your wing,” as if an angel is taking them in to help heal and rejuvenate them. You have angel vibes, Pile 3, and that’s what’s PRETTY about you.

You might have really pretty (and really watery?) eyes with big natural lashes, and they look very glossy and big—lowkey like anime eyes 👀. Tehe ✨️. Love that!

You seem very protective of the people you love, and they really appreciate that about you. That’s what makes you so pretty. Maybe when you defend someone close to you who’s been wronged—say you’re arguing with the offender—you might come off really attractive to people. The passion with which you protect is SEXY, baby. Keep 👏🏾 it 👏🏾 up 👏🏾.

You’re like this stable figure in your life to a lot of people. So many of them lean on you for support and come to you with their problems, and you happily help them. Side note: I hear this incredibly helpful and giving nature of yours is going to bring A LOT of abundance into your life, so keep an eye out for it, hehe.

Also, a slightly off-topic message keeps coming in STRONG—there’s a specific person (romantic) who wants to dedicate a song to you. It’s called “Made For Me” by Muni Long. Maybe it’s how they’re feeling about you right now? Take this only if it resonates :)

Moving on with your reading now, you seem to be a guiding light in people’s lives, kind of like a lighthouse for lost boats, so to speak. Your beauty follows closely with this wisdom of yours, and that’s what people find pretty about you. You wear your wisdom like a warrior wears armor, and gosh, that’s very beautiful, almost in an enchanting way.

You have seer energy about you, and maybe it reflects in how you present yourself? Maybe you seem very calm and grounded? Maybe you have great hygiene or look really put together? If so, this is really pretty, Pile 3 :).

It’s like your energy is medicine to people who are naturally anxious. You allow them to seek respite from their own minds, and boy, does that make you so PRETTTTTAYYYYYY, ugh.

Thanks for reading, my sweet Pile 3. Have yourself a wonderful day/night, and keep being the stable, sexy baddie that you are, hehe 😊🫂. Love you! <3

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[dollishmehrayan]

ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS WITH TIM ── .✦

a/n: guys who’s backk anyways this was a request by this lovely @pearlybaee (mentions aren’t showing up) but anyways I hope this reached the standards and tysm! ᥫ᭡

tags: ( tim drake x gn!reader)

THE RIVALRY BEGINS ── .✦

You and Tim Drake weren’t enemies, far from it. But being in the same academic sphere as him meant constant competition. It wasn’t outright hostile, but the two of you had a habit of accidentally one-upping each other in every single class.

“Oh, you got a 98 on the physics test?” Tim would say with a raised eyebrow. “Congrats! I got a 99. Must’ve been that question about Newton’s third law.” (That would’ve lowkey pissed me off oml🌚😭)

Your response? A shrug paired with: “Oh, it’s fine. I’m sure you’ll get there eventually. Maybe I’ll tutor you sometime.”

Cue Tim’s light laugh, which only fueled your competitive spirit.

UTTER CHAOS MOMENTS ── .✦

During a group project, the professor thought pairing you and Tim together was a great idea. Neither of you said anything, but your eyes screamed, This is going to be a mess.

Tim, casually: “I’ll handle the research and presentation. You can write the report.”

You, not missing a beat: “Wow, I didn’t realize you wanted to make us fail. I’ll handle the research, thanks.”

He smirked but relented, “Fine. But if the slides are ugly PowerPoint ones, I’m blaming you.”

In a debate, the teacher made the mistake of pitting you against Tim.

“Timothy Drake’s argument is valid—if you ignore all the facts.”

Tim: “Wow, I didn’t realize we were presenting opinions today. Did you leave your sources in the other room y/n?”

The entire class lived for these moments. (Yk when the teacher starts talking about they’re life and they forget the lesson, that’s vibe omg)

THE KIND SIDE ── .✦

Despite the playful jabs, Tim secretly respected you. The fact that someone could keep up with his relentless drive and still manage to make him laugh? It was impressive.

Once, you stayed late in the library, struggling with a particularly tough assignment. Tim noticed and, instead of teasing, sat down next to you with his laptop.

“You know, if you keep looking at that paper like it’s going to fight you, it just might,” he said, sliding his notes over.

“Wow, are you actually helping me?” you asked, pretending to be shocked.

“Don’t get used to it,” he quipped, but the grin on his face told you he didn’t mind.

THE REALIZATION ── .✦

The moment Tim realized he was falling for you was during a particularly heated trivia competition for a school fundraiser or smth. You buzzed in before him and answered correctly with such confidence that the crowd erupted in applause.

He just stared, dumbfounded, while you turned to him with a smug smile. “What’s the matter, Drake? Cat got your tongue?”

It hit him like a ton of bricks: he didn’t want to beat you. He just wanted to keep standing next to you, watching you shine and get to call you his too.

THE CONFESSION (WHICH WAS TOTALLY NOT REHEARSED 7X WHEN HE WAS ALONE.) ── .✦

Tim’s confession wasn’t grand or overly dramatic. Instead, it happened during one of your late-night study sessions. You were both hunched over a table, working through equations, when he blurted out:

“You know, this whole rivalry thing? It’s kind of ridiculous.”

You looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Ridiculous how?”

“I mean…” He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to keep competing with you. I want… I don’t know, to actually spend time with you. Without trying to prove I’m smarter.”

You blinked, surprised. “So you’re saying… you like me, is this a date?”

Tim groaned, cheeks pink. “Yes, obviously, I’m not just blabbing y/n.”

You leaned back, pretending to think. “Huh. This is going to be so fun to hold over your head.”

Tim laughed, shaking his head. “I take it back. You’re the worst.”

But when you smiled at him—actually smiled—he couldn’t help but think you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.

[wolfpackenthusiast]

Foxie

Pairing: Embry Call x Fox!F!Reader

Summary: r is a fox shifter, and Embry imprints!

A/N: maybe multiple parts debating on what u guys want or how ts goes.. and sorry i haven’t poster in a while! I went on a little trip to Europe but mow i’m BACKK!!

You’re a fox shifter, and you just moved to Washington. You don’t really have any enemies like the vampires and werwolves, your kind are pretty chill, there isn’t much history behind fox shifters, it just started from religion and happened to be true!

Your fur is exactly like a foxes, bright red with white, and unlike the wolves, you’re a normal size maybe even smaller since you’re still a teenager.

You moved in with one of your close friends, she was a normal person, but she was aware that you’re a shifter, since you two grew up together, and you didn’t know how to keep a secret back then.

You two got an apartment close to La Push, it didn’t seem too bad to live nearby, since there wasn’t many people who lived near here, so the beach wasn’t too crowded on warm, sunny days!

You two’re taking a break from setting things up in the apartment you two share, so you went to this little souvenir shop nearby, just to take a look at what they had to offer.

“GIRL, LOOK!!” Kyara, your friend shout-whispered, pointing to two tall, muscular guys, just fooling around in the shop.

“Girl, there’s no way they’re single, look at them!” You shout-whispered back a bit too loudly, making one of the boys eyes land on yours.

At that moment.. you felt this… pull, to him, who the hell was he?

“Bro! He’s staring right at you!!” Kyara pointed out.

“…sorry.” You choked out, feeling a But embarrassed now that you’ve been caught, the boy just laughed

“All good.”

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“y/n, you’re smiling like a schoolgirl with a crush right now,” Kyara joker.

“Shut up!! He’s a sweet guy okay, i do really like him..” You said defensively, ever since that day in the souvenir shop, you’ve been talking to Embry a lot lately, always texting and calling.

“Has he asked you out yet?” Kyara asked eagerly.

“Nope.” You said, obviously disappointed, she didn’t want to ask first just in case he was just being nice and only looking for a friend.

“bummer, you ever gonna tell him you’re a shifter?” Kyara asked

“Maybe if we actually get farther than friends.” You sulked, flopping onto the couch, with your phone above your face.

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You were in your fox form, just trotting through a forest, but then..

You saw a MASSIVE wolf!

“oh! They must be a shifter, too. Wolves usually arent that large.” You thought.

The wolf had gray fur with some black spots, pretty. When you looked into their eyes, you felt that same pull you did when you first met Embry.

You trotted towards the wolf, it was a lot bigger then you, but you didn’t feel scared, you felt safe.

Was this wolf.. Embry?

As the skies got darker, you went off back home, would it be weird to ask him if he was a werwolf?? What if he wasn’t?? What would he think of you then??

Once you got back home, you put some clothes on and hot comfortable, Kyara was out with Embry’s friend, Quil! Silly how you two met Embry and Quil at the same time but they’ve gotten farther than you and Embry, what a shame.

While in thought, your phone buzzed, it was Embry.

Can we talk?

Yea of course.

Meet me at First Beach.

Wait.. in person?? Usually you two talk on the phone. So in person was a bit sudden, but you didn’t mind, it was just Embry after all.

You got to first beach, and soon you saw the one and only, Embry Call.

“Hey, so what’d you wanna talk about?” You asked, curious.

“Are you aware of the Quileute legends?” He asked, thats a such a random question.

“Uhm, not really, no.”

“Oh.”

Was she supposed to know?? She moved here not too long ago, how would she?

“I want you to come to a bonfire this Saturday, you free?” He adked

“Uhh, yeah i believe so, can Kyara come?” There’s no way you could go without your best friend!

“Yeah, that’s fine, me ‘nd Quil will pick you guys up at six.” He said

And then the next day, Saturday, they picked you guys up at six, that was the most chaotic car ride ever!

Soon, they got to the bondfire, it was pretty chaotic already, you met the rest of their little group, they were nice.. for the most part.

And then, Billy, Jacob’s father, was telling the Quileute legends, and everything seemed to click.

You’re Embry’s imprint, he was a shifter, just like you! Well.. maybe a different animal, but definitely a shifter!

Once the “stories” were dine, you turned to your friend

“There’s no way,” you breathed out.

Kyara grabbed your shoulders, shaking you a bit violently.

“THEY’RE SHIFTERS!!” Kyara said, she found this really cool

“Yup- super cool!-“ You said, trying to get kyara to let you go.

Soon, Quil came, dragging her off to talk, leaving you alone.

You were eating a burger when Embry came up to you.

“Here to kidnap me like Quil did Kyara?” You joked, burger still in hand.

“Yup.” He responded, grabbing your habd abd leading you off to a more secluded area in the forest.

“You know i’m a shifter now, right?” Embry asked, looking for confirmation.

You nodded

“And that you’re my imprint.”

You nodded again.

“So.. what’s your decision? Do you wanna be friends.. lovers, want me as your bodyguard?” He asked awkwardly, trying to joke around a little.

“Mmh, well, i mean, i really do like you, Em, i’d love to be your girlfriend, but it’s your final call.” You said

Without a word, Embry brought you into a bear hug, spinning you around. “I was hoping you’r say that.” He said with a smile.

“Question.” you spoke up, and he was all ears.

“Do you know about other shifters?”you asked

“I’ve heard of them, never really seen one before, though, maybe a fox once.” Embry said, he wasnMt sure if you were the fox he saw that day, but he was 99% sure it was you, he’s about to find out.

“Well, that was me!..” you awkwardly giggling, scratching your hair.

“Had a feeling it was,” Embry said, his smile still on his face. “Well, my heart’s all yours, better take care of it, Foxie.” He joked

“Oh you bet i will, Wolfie!”

[arshiatyu]

THEY’RE COMING BACKKKK !!! I HAVE MY CHANCES BACKK! YAYAYAA !!!

[deexchanel]

BM4

Word Count: 2,995

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Arguments, Angst, Fluff & Jealousy.

Summary: They meet for the planned lunch date. Chris still has a lot of things on his mind that he wants to speak about.

A/N: I’M BACKK FRIENDSS! Might not be for a long time but definitely for a good time. For the sake of my chapters Liv is 4 instead of 3, carry on. mwahhh 🫦

**I'm going to come back to edit later, cause right now its getting irritating**

<<<<BM, BM2, BM3 >>>>

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“Lively.” Ryelle sighed after the phone call ended. She is not caving into no more sweet sucker bullshit. He chose Minka when he decided to stay with her. You want Ry? You should’ve left with her. “We haven’t fully celebrated your birthday since they planned an event yesterday. Are you sure you want to hang out with your Dad today?"

Lively contemplated the proposition being proposed at hand. This weekend has been crazy but it is this supposedly hot girl summer her mom keeps calling it. Her answer remained the same. “Yes! I want pasta"

“Ugh okay! I don’t know why you are cool with your Dad, he and I are beefing right now.” Ryelle shook her head, getting up from the counter. Lively climbed down from the seat giggling at her momma. They began making their way down the hallway. “Beef? What does that mean?” 

“It means when I see your Dad, I’m gonna.” She turned around picked up Liv and started swirling her around. The 4-year-old lets out her beautiful giggle, latching on to her mother. “Mommy, put me downn!!”

“Neverr!” Ry yelled playfully as she ran towards Liv’s room so they could change out of exercise clothes and into something cute. She dropped her gently on the bed. “Do you want to stay in this outfit or change?”

“Change!” Liv screamed while rolling around so she could get up from the pile of stuffed animals. “Changee? What you changing for girl?” Ry joked as she looked through Liv’s closet. Liv finally got out of the struggle and followed her mom into the closet. “So I can look pretty for Daddy like you do!”

“Like I do? Liv I get pretty for myself baby. We don’t get pretty for a man.” Ryelle turned around holding up two different colored tights. Lively jumped pointing at the yellow tights she wanted to wear. “We get pretty for ourselves.” Ry smothers her face with kisses. 

“Mommy.” She giggled turning red from all the love given. They proceeded their morning routine like no other as R&B played lowly in the background. Ryelle enjoyed moments like this with her baby girl and she’ll forever cherish them. She loves the bond they have, appreciating that she’s able to give love that she didn’t receive. 

Chris eventually texted her the location of the restaurant he wanted them to meet at. After putting on perfume and lipgloss, the girl was out the door, into the beautiful city.

Ryelle parked her Honda Accord near the entrance seeing the black suv’s, Chris’s security were most likely sitting in.

She turned down the music looking at Liv in her carseat. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Liv gave a big smile.

Ryelle shook her head not believing she’s actually here. It’s still fuck Chris.

It took them a minute but they walked into the restaurant, hand in hand. When walking in, Ryelle went towards the hostess stand but security stepped in the way.

“Ryelle right this way ma’am”

“O-Oh Okay!” She responded a bit confused and was taken off guard. The security guided them to this gorgeous private section where Chris sat there looking at the menu. Liv’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Daddy!!”

She let go of her mother’s hand running towards her father. Chris sat the menu down instantly sliding out of his seat, kneeling with his arms wide open. “ Lively!!”

She ran into his arms giving him the biggest hug. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too Princess.” He held her tightly, giving her the biggest kiss on her cheek. Ry checked out his outfit as she walked, starting to feel they were so under dressed as she got closer. He has a nice ass suit and they look like they’re going shopping at the mall what the hell.

By time Ryelle made it to the table, he stood up with Liv in his arms. He shifted her over to give Ry a hug but she waved him off.

That definitely made him raise an eyebrow but Liv captured his attention before he could speak on it. “Do I look pretty Daddy?”

Chris gave her a big smile, “You look beautiful my love. Your outfit is stunning.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead and she let out a giggle. Chris was sitting with Liv in lap as they sat down at the table. Ry rolled her eyes mumbling, picking up the menu.

“With that expensive ass suit on and them ugly ass shoes.”

Chris looked up from the menu. “What you say?”

“You heard what I said.”

“What’s with the petty comments?”

"I'm just saying, you look as if you're going to a movie premiere while we look like we're going to a football game or something."

He held his hand up in defense,"Well I had an important meeting after our lunch date so-"

"Whatever Chris.", She waved him off.

Chris smacks his lips out of irritation from being cut off, letting go of the conversation cause he didn't like the attitude coming from Ry.

“Mommy said yall are beefing. What that mean?” Liv interrupted the conversation being her innocent self. Chris made a face towards his baby’s mother, now fed up with the secret animosity.

“We got a problem now? Ryelle I haven’t done shit to you and now you have a problem with me? What the hell.”

“Chris are we going to ignore the fact that your fiance pulled up on us kissing last night and we’re meeting today like everything normal! That doesn’t bother you??"

“No it doesn’t bother me cause I told you from the jump Saturday morning that I want this. I want my family Ryelle, I want you. You make me feel comfortable, make me feel like I belong!”

“That’s flattering Chris but you’re going about this wrong! All of this is wrong!”

“Me wanting to love you is wrong-”

“No it's how certain you were on marrying Minka last week now you’re wanting to marry me like what?! Do you hear how crazy that sounds!!”

Chris voice started to raise, sensing that Ryelle wasn't taking him seriously,“I don’t give a fuck about what's crazy any more. I am determined to get what I want and thats you!” Liv clutched onto his arm not liking the tone of his voice.

"Lower your voice." Ry grit through her teeth, seeing how antsy Liv was getting in his lap. Before Chris could respond, the waitress came to their table.

"Hi, what can I start you guys off with today?"

"We'll do the crab claws for our appetizer." Chris then turn his attention towards his daughter in his arms. "Liv do you want that as well or would you like something else?"

Liv peeked up a moment, speaking gently, "Mozzy Sticks."

"Mozzy Sticks it is love, anything else?"

She shook her head, going back to her cuddle spot knowing that her parent were going to start arguing as soon as the lady left. The things they talk about genuinely confuses her and she wishes they would stop arguing. Mommy told her that it is disrespectful for her to interrupt adults conversation but she is tired of hearing her parents bicker. Why can't her parents be like Melanie parents? They never argue.

Liv glanced back and forth between her parents as their conversation sparked as soon as the lady left like she said. Ugh!

" Am I wasting my time? You know I've been showing you how I’m into you but I do not received the same energy back.”

"Shit Chris, I need to be asking the same thing! I don't trust the fact that you claim that you are in love with me. Truthfully I've been in love with you since the first day we met, I've never stopped." Ryelle confessed as she runs her hand through her hair. She instantly fumbles with fingers knowing the conversation was getting deeper.

“I’m just not going to blurt something out like that. You’ve been gone for months and summers, you thought I was going to hop in your arms like that. No, I need time and reassurance.”

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose, “I will Ry but you haven't been 100% with me either. ” It’s his turn now to do the grilling cause looking back, he doesn’t know much about Ry. “Are you dating or talking to another guy?”

Thank God, the waitress came over to the table with their appetizers. They gave the her their order of what they would like to eat. Liv sat up straight facing the table, she began eating along with her parents. After Ryelle took the first bite, she proceeded to give him the answer.

“I do talk to someone Chris…”

Chris looked up from his plate so fast, “What?? You’ve been having the men your dating around my daughter?!”

Ry looked at him in disbelief, “No! I don’t even play like that, plus that's not what you asked!!” irritation starts kicking back in. “Can’t believe you trying to play me!”

“I’m just stating facts. I need to know if you’re bringing her around them. Who is he? Matter fact, what’s his name??” Chris attitude kick in as he sat the fork down roughly. It clanked against the plate making Liv jump.

“Calm down with your aggressiveness, you’re scaring Liv!” Ryelle sat her fork down as well. Now she raised her voice, “PLUS, you can’t ask shit to me about who I’m dating. You just came back in the picture, slow your damn roll!”

“The fuck you mean I can't Ryelle, I’ve been expressing my love to you! I have every right to know!”

“Chris I will cuss you out if you don’t calm down.”

“Ryelle I’m just saying like be so real right now.”

“That don’t mean talk to me crazy!”

“You been talking to me crazy this whole time. Don’t fucking act stupid!”

“Chris do not make me knock your ass out! Just because I talk to someone doesn’t mean that I’m bringing random men around Liv. I wouldn’t do no crazy shit like that!” Now Ryelle stood up from the table slightly leaning over it, she pointed at him. “Stop fucking playing with me!”

“You knew you had another guy in the picture, letting me look stupid confessing my love to you. I feel like a complete fucking fool!” Chris abruptly stood up as well, tightly gripping onto Liv. The swift movement made her smear the marinara sauce against her face and drop the cheese stick she held. That was it for Liv.

Lively began sobbing which instantly grabbed the attention of both her parents. “What’s wrong?!”

She squirmed out of his arms, running to the nearest corner of the room. Ryelle tries to call her but Liv rejected it.

“Lively, baby…”

"No!"

Ryelle is big on giving Liv her space when she starts crying. It took all her might not go over there and care for her baby. Both of them let out a sigh, knowing their conversation got way too heated between them. "Chris I'm sorry for having an attitude when we arrived and not keeping my cool. I shouldn't have been so caught up in us to realize this lunch date was meant for spending time with Liv, not arguing."

Chris grabbed her hand placing a kiss," Do not apologize Ryelle, I should've controlled my jealousy. I wanted to talk about us as much as you wanted to so this is both on us. I am truly sorry, please don't let this be a reason that I don't see her again." His face turned red a bit as tears welled into his eyes. Just thinking of his life without Liv's beautiful smile, crushes him.

"I wouldn't do that to you Chris, she deserves to be in your life." Ryelle pulled him into a hug. He gave her a squeeze as they hugged for a min. She pulled back from the hug hearing that Liv's cries have soften." We should go check on her now."

"Okay." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead and they held hands as they made way toward their daughter. Lively held her knees closes, while still wiping her tears. It broke their heart to see her like that, wanting to prevent situation like this in the future.

Both Chris and Ryelle squatted by their Princess. Ry spoke up softly,"Lively baby, Mommy and Daddy ruined your day with our problems. You're too young to be dealing with this and with that we are genuinely sorry Princess."

"Yes baby girl, we are genuinely sorry."

Lively looked up at them with glossy eyes. "Why you can't be like Melanie's parents?" She glanced between both her parents. "They don't yell, you always yell at each other. Is it about me? Is it s-something wrong with me?" Tears fell from her eyes. This broke Ryelle even more, she started crying while wiping the food from Liv's face.

"No! There isn't anything wrong with you Princess. Daddy and I were bumping heads that's all but no more of that."

" Lively Evans, you are perfect in every single way. Your mom and I will figure out this problem. I will make all of this up to you." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead, aw man his heart. "I love you and I love your mother to the fullest." He opened his arms, hoping that she would still come to him. Lively went back into his arms," I love you too."

They both let go of the breath they didn't know they were holding. A part of them hoped their daughter didn't hate them. During the interactions, the waitress brought their lunch but didn't want to interrupt. So they came back to the table to finish their lunch date.

Ryelle was quiet, so many things ran through her mind. She wants this, she wants Chris. There are just so many obstacles that come in the way. Do she just want keep her guard up or say fuck it and let him in? If she do, what are the consequences? Would she be happy? There are so many questions that Ryelle doesn't know if she wants to explore yet. She looked up from her plate of pasta seeing Chris and Lively in their own world sharing food plus jokes.

“Yeah, you get to meet my dog Dodger.”

“Dodger?”

“Yes sweetheart.”

She would love to see this sight for the rest of her life, man the love she has for this man is so strong. Ryelle didn't even know she had zoned out staring at the two loves of her life. "Mommy, what you looking at?"

That pulled Ry out of her trance to see them looking at her with confused expressions. "My bad guys, I was lost in my thoughts."

"She's not going to admit that she was staring at our beauty." Chris sassed to Liv's which made her giggle. Ryelle shook her head at their silliness, letting a smile creep unto her face "I wasn't."

"Oo Guess what!!"Lively spoke excitedly, looking up to her Dad. He gave her his full attention.

"What is it love bug?"

"I go to school tomorrow!"

Chris didn't understand why she mentioned school but he kept the conversation going," Are you excited? You get to hang out with your friends again."

Ryelle giggled at his confusion and spoke up in the conversation. "Chris you know she doesn't have a sense of time. She meant to say it's the first day of school tomorrow."

Now this had Chris excited, he get to experience a milestone. "First day of school Liv, that's great news! You’re a big girl now." Lively stood up in the chair, wrapping her arms around him. He wrapped one arm around her to secure that she won’t fall.

"Yes Daddy! Are you going to be there when I go?"

"Even better sweetheart, I'll be there in the morning to drop you off and pick you up."

"Yayyy!!! Mommy did you hear that?"”

Ryelle gave her daughter a smile, “Yess, I heard the great news. I’ll have you up and ready by time he gets there.” Chris began poking Lively all over sending her into a giggling fit. During this whole time neither one of them have checked their phone.

Ryelle reached for her phone to check the time. It was 3:26 p.m. They had been there for over 2 hours. That made her wonder about Chris’s meetings.

“Uh Chris, what happened to your meeting? We’ve been here for the past two hours.”

“Oh crap, I haven’t checked my phone since you guys got here.”Chris facepalmed as he grabbed his phone probably checking thousands of messages. “I’ll get James to cancel it. Now let’s get the check then go out for ice cream, yeah?”

He canceled his important plans for them. He canceled…plans… for them… Ryelle just sat there fighting a smile from growing. They stared into each other eyes for a second but Ry broke it with tension rising,“Liv is ice cream fine?”

“Ice creamm!”

Ryelle smiled at them, cleaning up around the table. Chris stood up letting go of Liv for a moment, he sat down a couple bills from his pocket. She leaped into his arms and Chris caught her in time.

“Oomf.”

“Liv be careful baby.” Ryelle cautioned as she grabbed her purse from the chair. Chris grabbed Ry hand as they began walking out of the restaurant.

“How about I spend the rest of the day with you guys?” Chris questioned once they stood in front of her car. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I’m not taking no for a answer.”

Ryelle looked away in shyness, he still makes her nervous. “That’s fine with me Chris.”

Yeah so all that stuff she was talking about earlier after the phone call,ignore that. Ryelle is weak in the knees, she can’t help but admit it. He cares about her and Liv, that's the part she loves the most. Maybe them taking things slow will help them blossom a beautiful relationship.

When Chris placed Lively in the carseat, Ry still stood outside of the car in a daze. He walked over to the driver side grabbing her waist,"You are so beautiful my love. I could admire your beauty all day everyday."

"Chrisss." A blush crept unto her face trying to push him away from her so he couldn't see.

Chris lets out a laugh knowing he have made her nervous, he placed a finger under her chin so she can look at him. "Come here." He convinced, placing his lips onto hers. Ryelle melted into the kiss, letting out a slight moan when his hand gripped her ass.

This man has her wrapped around his finger, oh god!

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Heyy guys! It's been two years since I've posted and honestly I don't have any reason for that lol. Life be lifing and I just be needing to hop on the train of staying intune with myself. It's been a minute guys but thank you for still loving & supporting my page.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.

You will see me very soon ;)

Stay Slutty My Friends <3

[rogdona]

This will for sure convince Cosme to trust me!

I mailed him all the feathers I ever plucked from him! He can have them back! 😁

(They’re all old and crusty and brown btw, hope he doesn’t mind HAJDKJSKSKAKAK)

JSAFDHDSHJD YAYYYYY HE GOT HIS FEATHERS BACKK💕💕💕💕 what a kind gesture im sure hes overjoyed!!!

[simpinberry]

Hii xx

could you do bella ramsey hcs where reader is jealous of bella because shes with other girls but then they end up together in the end 🫶

heyyyy, i’m backk. i tried to make this as healthy as possible while also adding a bit of spice to it. i hope i interpreted this correctly <3 should i also write jealous!bella hcs? hehe lmkk

established relationship, jealous!reader, kisses and cuddling

bella is fine as hell (we all agree, can i get an amen) so naturally lots of people want them. bella is very much in the public eye and has got promotional duties as an actor. she has to go to lots of events like fashion shows, premiers, award shows and interviews. they’re gonna meet lots of ppl and you’re usually extremely proud and happy for them! u pride yourself on not being the jealous type.

usually bella doesn’t text when she’s working/at events, mostly because she gets too overwhelmed and would rather be focused and present where they are. so you decided to go on twitter and check up on how it was going. unfortunately smth about a video of bella with a bunch of girls at a fashion show didn’t sit right with you. they were surrounding her and getting too close. bella didn’t do anything wrong and was being super polite as usual but the girls were all extremely pretty. they were all so elegant and looked so incredibly cool. it was both dumb and understandable at the same time. you trusted bella for gods sake. you shrugged the thought away and tried to go on about your day.

you ended up calling your best friend to rant about the whole situation because you couldn’t get it out of your head, “listen it’s not like i wanna go to these events and it’s fine that she talks to other girls i just ugh, i’m so jealous and i hate it”. your best friend told you exactly what you expected her to, “bitch just talk to them istg, you’re overthinking it too much”. ofc you spent another 30 mins ranting about it but you knew you were gonna do the healthy thing at the end of the day.

“honeeeyy i’m homeee” you hear bellas mocking american accent before you even see her. she finds you curled up on the couch binge watching willow. with a quick kiss to your forehead she heads upstairs to take a shower after such a long day. god, u have to talk to them about this.

by the time bella gets out of the shower you’re already settled into bed, comfy as hell tbh. crawling her way into bed, they lay next to you, facing you. “babe, you awake?” “MHMMM” you had to make your move now. “how was the fashion show today?” bella being the cutie she is, tells you everything. talks about her favorite looks, a fit she took a picture of because they thought it would look good on you and how she ran into her past costars. as much as you love hearing about her day you’re overthinking and trying to find the perfect moment to talk to her abt ur jealously and all the girls and how pretty they are and how you’re scared and worried and god so so jealous and how you feel- “can i confess smth?” bellas face drops and she’s full of concern. “DID U EAT MY LAST MUFFIN CUZ ISTG” oh, that’s what they’re worried about. “no, not this time….. i’m, i mean i was, kinda super jealous today. cuz like you were with all these pretty girls at the show and they were surrounding you and god- ik how fine you are and how lucky i am but i just felt,,,, like rlly jealous”

iwl bella was a bit shocked by your sudden outburst. you’re rarely ever jealous so this was a first, maybe a second. “mhmm i understand, i didn’t think you were the jealous type but i get it” she takes your face into her hands, you snuggle into her touch. “i know it’s hard dating someone in the public eye, i’ve actually embarrassingly asked pedro for advice on this before. thank you for telling me though, my love. a little bit of jealousy is normal. in myyyy expert opinion it means you need some reassurance and lottts, lottts and lottssss of kisses”

this idiot. they always know how to turn smth like this into a good thing. “yeah sure i mean those girls were nice and everything but at the end of the day i only want you and i’m just as lucky to have you darling” they bring you into a sudden kiss. melting into the kiss, you tangle your legs together to be as close as possible. It was a tense, reassuring and urgent. she poured a lot into that kiss and you gladly accepted it all.

i’d like to think she’d make an extra little effort in the future to make you feel more secure. whether that’s with physical affection, words, time or gifts. bella is yours and they wanna make sure you always remember that.

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mastermind, part five

hey guys😀🔫

first of all im so sorry ik its been literally ten years since the last update but we're backk😋🙌🙌

anyways this used to be called redbone but im changing it to mastermind (the taylor song) bc i feel like it just fits more w the story but heres part five!!

its a short one for now but dw part six and seven are in the making and theyll probably be out later tonight or early tomorrow morning idk

anyways i hope you like this one please lmk and leave me some requests😋🤞

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theodore nott masterlist

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“Good morning,” Harry says, smiling brightly as Hermione and I sit at the table.

“Morning,” we both reply in unison, Hermioen going to say something but is cut off when our attention darts to the old owl that all but crashes into our food on the table, sending bowls of cereal and plates of toast flying into the air.

“Ron! Get your owl in check!” I yell as Hermione magics away the spilt milk on my robes, leaving them brand new.

“Sorry, sorry. God this bird’s going to be the death of me.” Ron replies as he detaches the box in the owl's claws before shooing it away.

“What’s that?” Harry asks, pointing at the box curiously as Ron goes to open it and pulls out a long black robe with white ruffles at the collar.

“Mum’s sent me a dress!” Ron says in horror as he stares down at the old thing.

“Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet? Aha!” I shout through my laughter, pulling out a white collar with a black bow and holding it up at Ron’s neck.

“Oh shut up Y/N. You’re not funny.” Ron says dismissively as he walks over to Ginny and continues,

“Ginny here, these must be for you.”

“I’m not wearing that, it’s ghastly.” she says looking up at the dress in disgust.

Hermione lets out a fit of giggles as Harry and I smack each other, laughing at Ron, unable to control ourselves.

“What are you on about?” Ron asks confused.

“They’re not for Ginny, you idiot, they’re for you!” I shout as the Gryffindors around us join in on the laughter.

“They’re dress robes,” Hermione adds, calming down slightly.

“Dress robes, for what?” Ron responds with frustration in his voice.

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“The Yule Ball has been a Hogwarts tradition since its inception,” McGonagall’s voice booms in the large room filled with girls on one side and boys on the other. Hermione and I softly giggle as we make small quips about how uncomfortable Harry and Ron look, having to sit next to Theo and Draco.

“On Christmas Eve night, we gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity,” she says as she glides around the room, eyeing Harry and Draco as they make faces at each other, causing them to stop almost immediately.

“I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward. And I mean this literally as the Yule Ball is, as you know, first and foremost, a dance,” she says, sending the girls into excited conversations and the boys into a sea of annoying groans.

“Silence!” she shouts over the noise, clapping her hands together over her head, “Our school has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for over 10 centuries. And I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons.” she finishes, sending everyone into quiet laughter. I look up from my fixed gaze at McGonagall at Theo who snickers softly and looks at me before mouthing, “Try saying that five times fast.”

I smirk as I try whispering it as he does the same, before McGonagall walks over in front of us, breaking our gazes at each other. “Now, to dance,” she says, waving her arms around gracefully, turning to the girl's side, saying, “is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers…longing to burst forth and take flight.”

She turns to the boys, cutting off whatever snide remark Ron was making, “Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance. Mr Weasley.”

She walks over to Ron swiftly as he cowers slightly, looking immensely uncomfortable as she asks him to join her.

“...Yes?”

Harry looks over at Hermione and me and we smirk at Ron as McGonagall lectures him how to put his hands on her waist.

They dance for a minute before McGonagall calls everyone over and tells us to partner up, and Theo comes up to me with a hand behind his back. “Join me for this dance?” he says jokingly as he bows forward slightly and puts one hand out making me smile and reach out for his hand before I swiftly grab Harry’s from behind him and say, “Sorry maybe next time!” over my shoulder, sending him into laughter, shaking his head as Harry looks up at me quizzingly.

“Leaving him wanting more?” he smiles at me, “Yep, I learned from the best.” I joke, referencing the endless amounts of times Harry and Ginny have gotten close but have never made anything official.

He rolls his eyes and says, “Shut up.”

“Have you even asked her yet?” I ask as we sway to the music, “Not yet, I think I’ll do it tonight…if Ron doesn’t interrupt us again that is.”

“Don’t worry,” I say nodding my head over to the other side of the room where Ron and Hermione are trying to dance, “I think he’s got other things to worry about.”

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“We really need to get a move on, otherwise we’ll be the only ones without dates,” Ron whispers to Harry as we try and recreate the potion Slughorn’s just shown us.

Harry doesn’t say anything as he smiles to himself and focuses back on his potion, making me smile softly in return knowing he’s probably asked Ginny by now and she's said yes.

“What are you smiling about?” Theo asks, interrupting me from my thoughts as he adds fluxweed into our potion and looks at me confusingly. “No reason.” I smile up at him, noticing the ring I gave him on his finger.

“So,” I say, taking my seat as we wait for our potion to boil.

“So?” he replies, taking his seat next to me and resting the bottom side of his jaw in his hand with his elbow on the table, staring at me with his blue eyes.

“Yule Ball’s in a few days, have you found a date yet?”

“Mm no not yet. Why do you ask?” he smirks.

“Oh no, no reason.” I stutter, feeling embarrassed, as I try to distract myself with the brew in front of us.

“So your bruises have healed,” I say, reaching out and holding his face to the side to examine the area they used to be on top of his sharp cheekbone. “Mhm. All better now.” He smiles.

I sigh and say, “You shouldn’t have done that you know.” “Why not? I’d do it for Blaise or Pansy or even Draco, I’d do it for any of my friends, so why not you? Especially you.” he mutters the last bit silently but my ears catch it before it disappears, making blood rush to my ears and cheeks.

“A friendship between a Gryffindor and Slytherin is unheard of. Especially considering your family and my best friends, what makes you so confident in ours?”

“I don’t know. You’re…different,” he says, standing up, “You’re not like those other Gryffindors. They’re too proud.”

I laugh after him, gathering my own things as he goes to give Slughorn our finished potion, “You Slytherin lot aren’t all that humble anyways.”

“No Star, we just know our worth.” he winks back at me as he leaves and I notice something on his side of the desk. A little envelope with my name on it.

I open it to find,

“Meet me in the Astronomy Tower after curfew. Bring a jacket.”

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“You took your time,” Theo says as I walk up the stairs, holding two cups of hot chocolate for him and me.

“Shut up, I was bribing one of the elves to give me whipped cream in these this time.” I hold one of the drinks up to him to take it before he grabs both out my hands and puts them down on the floor,

“You shouldn’t have, we won’t need them.” He smiles mischievously before taking my hand and running down the large, empty corridors.

“Theo stop! Where are we going?!” I whisper yell out of surprise, grabbing his hand tighter as I run to keep up with him. “You’ll see!” He says over his shoulder, leading us out the castle and giving a few galleons to the prefect keeping watch at the door.

“Come on,” he says softly now, both of us panting from the run.

The cold wind hits me in the face and immediately sends a shiver up my spine, making me pull my jacket up slightly to cover my exposed neck.

Theo lets go of my hand and pulls his black, green and silver Slytherin scarf off and wraps the cloth around my neck, 

“Theo, will you stop being a prick and at least tell me where we’re going?”

He grabs my arm and links it in with his before saying, “We’re almost there.”

I look up at him as we walk in comfortable silence, the soft moonlight reflecting on his sharp features, his rosy cheeks and the cold vapour coming from his pink nose as he breathes and he turns to me giving me a big smile as he stops walking, turns me around and covers my eyes.

“Theo what now? You drag me out of the warm castle and make me freeze out here in the stupid snow and you didn’t even let me drink my hot chocolate and you won’t even tell me where we’re going and I’m probably going to get hypothermia at this point because of you.” I finish my rant as he turns me around, slowly removing his cold fingers from my eyes.

“Shut up and open your eyes, you drama queen.”

I can hear the smile in his voice as I open my eyes and see a big tree with a covering on top, looking like a den adorned in fairy lights and snowflake decorations. A red checkered picnic blanket resting on the ground along with my favourite pastries, hot chocolates and movies all set up on a projector facing the castle. Snowflakes all form one sentence above the movie projector screen playing Tangled, making my breath stop and a huge grin form on my lips.

Will you get tangled with me at the ball?

I turn around to find a flustered-looking Theodore with his hands in his pocket, nervously looking down at me waiting for my reaction. “You did this?” I ask with a quizzical smile on my face, still in disbelief that he went through all this effort for me.

“Yeah. Well I mean Blaise, Mattheo and Pansy helped me. Draco tried but he wasn’t any good so I got Pansy to instead. And I asked Hermione for all your favourite movies and I’ve seen you with all these pastries and hot chocolates a lot this time of year so I thought you’d like them. But I mean if you don’t that’s perfectly fine, I can scrap it all and we can pretend like this never happened and-”

“Yes.” I interrupt his rant with a smile on my face, admiring his stress over whether I’d like the gesture or not.

“And I- Sorry?” He asks breaking his rant confusingly with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes, I love it and I’d love to go to the ball with you Theodore.”

“Oh, I- Okay well. Okay. That’s great, that’s…Wow.” He stutters out, surprised at my response.

Theodore Nott stuttering? Nervous? When did that happen? I think to myself as he composes himself again and asks, “Shall we?” pointing to the blanket and movie playing on the projector.

I nod, smiling brightly up at him as I give him a side hug. He tenses for a moment before wrapping his arms around me and hugging back tightly.

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part five done!!

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[Scout screams and climbs on top of the camper table].

Sniper: Bloody hell—Scout, they’re tiny little buggers, they won’t hurt ya. Get off the table, roo.

Scout: Every time this chucklehead sends lizards after us they frickin’ bite the crap outta me! I ain’t comin’ down until ya get ‘em outta here…

[Sniper grumbles as he started picking up lizards and carrying them out].

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Kombatember Day 9: Ritual

(Glad to be bacKk here’s one I wrote over a week ago before I got caught up in… some longer incoming stories I’ll be posting tonight too heh)

Warnings for graphic descriptions of gore/injury.

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When a champion dies, there are rules on how to handle their body.

Lord Raiden steps out into the Koliseum, hands held steady behind his back as he crosses the sand under a wave of wild cheers. His head remains held high despite the weight of his heart, his steps never wavering until he reaches the arena’s blood soaked center.

“Prince Goro,” he greets as he comes to a stop, voice formal and calm. He keeps his gaze locked up as the prince turns back with a grunt to look at him. There is red spattered up to the shoulders of his higher arms. Raiden swallows.

“Hah!” Goro laughs. “This was the best you could bring, Thunder God?” He steps back, flicking viscera from his fingers. “How weak. Earthrealm’s showing this year was pitiful.”

“I… congratulate you on your victory,” Raiden grits out, and Goro sneers down at him.

He turns with a roar to raise his arms in victory, and the crowd cheers even louder. Shao Kahn’s voice echoes out over the arena in mocking joy, and Raiden feels the telltale shift in the air as yet another year of Mortal Kombat falls to the enemy.

“Once more the tournament goes to Outworld!” Shao Kahn bellows.

Raiden tunes out the rest of his victory speech, moving instead to kneel by the mangled body half crushed into the sand. It is an awful thing, to be relieved when he finds she is not still breathing.

“I am sorry,” he murmurs, hands touching the edge of her arm briefly before they begin to move over the body, cauterizing the still leaking wounds. Bones stick up through the split skin and shining muscle, her uniform caved in to the planes of her ribs and the soft flesh of her stomach. She hardly looks like herself now, after Goro’s work. Her eyes do not see how deeply Raiden frowns, wet and red where they’re sunken into her skull.

Raiden sighs slightly when he is done, taking a moment to recenter his energy before he lifts what is left of her body.

It is a shame to have ended this way. It always is, but Kung Yī nuò was one of Raiden’s most promising fighters. Her parents believed so deeply in her when she took up training, and she had just inspired her brothers to follow in her footsteps. An amazing woman, really. Raiden frowns again, worn and weary as he carries her remains away from the jeering crowd.

That was their seventh consecutive loss to Outworld. There are not many chances left now, not if their realm is to be saved.

But…

There are things to be tended to in the here and now first. Their future can wait its turn.

Lord Raiden walks briskly through the halls of the Koliseum, ignoring the Outworld champions that heckle him as he passes and making his way straight to where the other Earthrealm bodies are held. Much death befalls these tournaments on both sides, whether in victory or loss, and though Shao Kahn has pushed for the fallen to be used as animal feed in the past, Raiden believes they have a right to their flesh. As do their families.

The Shokan guards let him into the mortuary wing when he arrives, showing a marked level of diplomacy compared to the gladiators themselves, and Raiden weaves across the stones to their allotted room. Members of the Shaolin and Sky Temple meet him there, calm but equally somber when they see what rests in his arms.

They open the doors for him, welcoming him into a room lined with clean burial beds, each sculpted from marble and lined with dark cloth. The symbol of the Elder Gods, the great dragon, is emblazoned on each, watching over what remains of Earthrealm’s fallen champions. Raiden walks to one of the still empty tombs, laying Kung Yī nuò down beside the others, and then finally, takes a moment to breathe.

So many this year… Such formidable warriors, and yet…

Torn. Broken. Burned. Spared only from decaying in Outworld’s heat by Raiden’s personal spells and the grace of the heavens.

His eyes drift over their many weapons, laid against the foot of each bed with care, cleaned deftly by the temple members attending at Raiden’s side.

What lovely humans, he thinks. What awful deaths. But it is… routine by now, isn’t it?

Raiden sighs.

He does not wait this time to break bread with Shao Kahn. He can already hear the hoards celebrating from outside, rowdy and sickening as Raiden stands in a room full of loss. No… He will not sit at his table and play formal this year, the Elder Gods have already seen the results. That is all that matters.

Raiden raises his arms and pulls a portal through the room in a flash of light, transporting his entourage—dead and alive—back home; finally giving them a long welcomed reprieve from the stench of Outworld’s hatred.

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The next steps come as painfully as they always do.

First, of course, comes the news. The news that they have had another failure, that there will be another generation of death, fear, and paranoia. Raiden never wishes to give it, but reality is not built on wishes.

The whispers rise through his followers as always. Wails spill from those aggrieved.

Raiden walks through it all with the same practiced weight he always does. It is a balance honed well after millennia.

Friends are held close, (closer, perhaps, than he has any right to hold them) and apologies are given to those that can accept them. Memorials are planned. Corpses are returned to those who wish to bury their dead elsewhere. The rest, later, are entombed where all other champions lie: in the great halls of the White Lotus Society, where their memories may uphold the strength of the tournament for generations to come, and where the Elder Gods may bless their souls.

That is the final task. When it is done—every blessing, every offering, every posthumous medal and speech of love—it is done. Until the next time. And the time after that. And, if they are unlucky, for one final time after the merger of realms. But… Raiden has faith enough to believe it will not come to that.

He steps out to the edge of the Sky Temple, pausing with his heels braced on wet stone and his toes balancing over open air.

The final service was today. It was a lovely one, full of much laughter and drink. Raiden is sure Bo Rai Cho will be polishing off the guests’ drinks by the end of the night. As he always does.

He smiles briefly, savoring the current quiet of the moment.

The wind is absent today, he notices. The rain is only a dull patter upon the endless rooftops. Fujin must have taken this year badly, though… Raiden can’t blame him. It is only the routine steps of grief that have saved him from his own wallowing.

He swallows thickly.

Speaking of…

Taking a deep breath, Raiden turns his face up to the sky.

“Great Elder Gods,” he murmurs, “vanquishers of darkness, ancient bringers of light.” The recitation is slow on his tongue this year, but he continues. “May you bless this world with luck and fortune. May its warriors make you proud as they fight for the freedom of life you have given us. And may Earthrealm find victory under your careful watch.”

He seals the prayer with a roll of thunder, sending it off into the heavens in a great call of hope. Hope that they will hear. Hope that they will listen.

They have not thus far. Not in so many centuries, not in so many repetitions of the same loving prayer. But… what is faith if not enduring?

Raiden hangs his head, rain sliding down his shoulders and the sallow lines of his cheeks.

What is faith if not a comfort when the world has grown so bleak?

Again. Each time he will do it again. Until it works. Until his men come home alive.

“I am sorry,” he whispers again, this time to the earth below, and to every ear the air will carry it to.

It has become a prayer of its own to him by now. A prayer of forgiveness. A prayer of deep regret.

Lord Raiden swallows again, straightening his hat as he steps away from the temple’s edge and makes his way back towards the lights and laughter emanating from inside.

Perhaps, one day, he will learn to say Congratulations instead. He hopes so.

He would like that very much.

[milestonekestrel]

Guess who's backk!!! Anywayssss uhhhh Caz survives auuu... Weberrrr.... Weber doesn't get infected... also somehow survives... doesn't think it was real and just assumes whatever the hell blew up the rig heavily fucked up her neurological functions (it probably did, ended up causing a lot of complications on her so she just chalked up the horrors to that. I'll let you decide how she gets fucked up >:] ).... until she sees the clutterfuck that is casuzebilly and has to take a second cause she thinks she's just had a stroke or something... then addair jumpscare and after nearly dying again she gets to learn that holy fuck that shit was real and she came out of it only neurologically damaged (probably some gnarly scars too). And then ghost finlay shows up and she thinks she's gone fucking insane and at that point what the fuck so much has happened in one day and she's still recovering from being fucking B L O W N U P like a month ago or something idk and she just needs to curl up and have an existential crisis for a moment because letting her think about anything else could be a potential danger to her neurological state and can you tell I'm very tired and also very off topic at the time of writing this it's my birthday tomorrow (Dec 3) and I'm very excited and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Caz survives Weber!! new fourth person at the water tanks.

Nasty scars, but a lot of her problems stem from blast injuries and nearly drowning, before the sailors found her and Caz. Caz had no idea she was still alive. She still fared better than him, minorly, because she was farther away from the blast. they could’ve benefitted from having her at the water tanks. Not a lot of medical supplies, but at least she knows how to stem the bleeding. I think she was helping Billy hold up the debris, when Suze was saving Caz, but they’re both very weak at that point. And when the debris collapsed further, he still dislocated and loses the arm, but in the process preventing her from breaking her neck. So there’s at least one positive! There’s also added angst, because Weber feels like she should’ve been able to save his arm.

Also!! Happy belated birthday!!

[birchtreecat]

“Pixel petals, endless lifeless gigabytes,

GIVE IT BACKK. GIVE IT BACK. NOOO. NOOO. LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT.

miss my corner of sunlight”

- Madelin Mei’s Garden Jargon, end lyrics/chorus. Subscript is what can be heard being screamed in agony.

but it’s aki realizing too late what she’s done, trying to break through and get herself back to live dreams. she has nobody to blame but herself for this and she wants out she wants to be back with them she didn’t mean to push them away.

and yet she has 6 hours to get someone to help her write her entire year with live/dreams. details are bound to be left out. after all, memories fade even when they’re so vividly there. To piece together the fragments before they all scatter to the wind once more never to be found again.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

jjk chapter 267 spoilers under the cut !!

I AM HEREEEEE I’M LATE BUT I’M HERE. FOR THIS. FOR HER . I CRIED

i don’t have much to say abt this chapter other than!!!!!!!) i’m so hyped!!!!!!!!!!! i’m so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! don’t tell akutami i said this but i was genuinely losing faith :’) BUT SHE’S BACKK MY BABY’S BACK

i’m literally so in love with these pages btw………. she has never looked this good . she has never looked so Nobara . akutami outdid himself she looks so insane and cool and pretty and pdjdkfjkdjfk .

ALSO . THE OPP THING 😭😭😭 ICB SHE ACTUALLY SAID IT I’M SO??????? they’re so funny….. she’s so petty………… i’m just so so happy to see the gang back together again :’) nobara & todo and everyone appearing right when yuji needs them most…….. you are so loved little sunshine boy!!!!!!

BUTTT nobara aside (and i don’t say that lightly!!!)…… gojo crumbs 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I LOVEEEEE HOW YOU CAN JUST TELL. YUUTA WITH HIS PUPPY POUT GOJO WITH HIS …. look. i can’t explain that look it’s just gojo. i love how you can tell it’s them and i love how light their dynamic feels :’) GOJO’S UPSY DAISY . i miss my man…..

this chapter was sooooo good all around …. i’m obviously still super sad that jjk is ending so soon but!!!!!!! i do have faith that these final chapters will be amazing …….. it was fun seeing utahime & gramps again :3 hoping praying begging for one last little glimmer of sashisu before it all ends . let me see shoko at least visit them at the airport…., those are her little babies…… she deserves to see them……….

WAITTTTT ALSO THIS !!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA

i love love loveeee this page sm and it also gives me sm hope for the ending :’) bc this has been a reoccuring theme for the entire manga since the very beginning ……… the cycle of love & hate and weakness & strength and people cursing each other………… and i love that only yuji and sukuna can end it because!!!! it started with them!!!!!!! it started with sukuna eating his weaker twin for survival and that created a standard for strength that only yuji can break by devouring sukuna in return <3 since he’s the offspring of the weaker, eaten twin….

idk it just . makes me insane!!!!! i love this manga :((( and i have a feeling i’ll love the ending. will never ever forgive akutami for robbing me of kenjaku and their potential but that’s my only real gripe… super excited for next chap <3333333 will be Extra careful not to get spoiled!!!!!! i’ll try my hardest!!!!!!!!!!!

[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: im backk!!!! ty all sm for your patience and i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: animal death, mentions of starvation, swearing, near death experience, mentions of hypothermia, minor injury, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty Six - Savior

Chapter Twenty Five - Savior

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1996-

“I still think you’re stupid for doing this,” you whisper.

Natalie shoots you a bored look, mostly because e you’ve been telling her this for the past hour, trying to get her- and everyone else- to realize this is stupid and pointless.

“I know,” she says, adjusting a seatbelt from the plane that’s wrapped around her.

“Then don’t do it,” you say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re letting them get to you. They’re just scared and lonely, so they’ve made up this whole weird religion for comfort. Let them have it, Natalie.”

She doesn’t answer, and you sigh, shaking your head and sitting down on the bench next to her.

Misty clears her throat.

“Ahem. Okay, so one-on-one means no assistance of any kind. If you get a kill, just leave it where it is and we will come and help you bring it back.” She talks so happily and nonchalant, like this is the most normal thing in the world. Pitting two teenage girls against each other in an already dangerous place. “You yourself have to be back before sundown, or you’re automatically disqualified. If you’re not back by then, we’ll come out, and we’ll find you.”

Misty smiles so brightly you almost think she’s talking about puppies.

“Oh, and for weapons…” she trails off, heading towards the rifle leaning against the wall. “We only have one gun. So, um, maybe you can draw cards-”

“Lottie doesn’t need a gun.” Mari speaks with such conviction you find yourself believing her too.

You look up at Natalie, and she looks at you, seemingly just as fucking confused and weirded-out as you are-

“Okay,” Misty shrugs, and Nat takes the gun from her. She slings it over her shoulder, and when you think of her, this is what you picture. Natalie with her headband, brown roots, rifle hanging on her shoulder.

Outside is just as cold as you expected it to be, and you watch as she puts on her mask like she always does, pulls up her hood, so all you can see is the soft curve of her grown-out bangs and her eyes.

She looks at you, almost expecting you to say something, but this entire useless thing makes you feel sick. You’ve already said all that you have to say.

Nat has been so against Lottie and her new rituals ever since Doomcoming.

Ever since they tried to kill Travis. Ever since Javi went missing.

Ever since Lottie said that soon, everyone will see it like you do.

Maybe she’s just worried you’ll get hurt, but in the wilderness- that becomes second nature. Worrying for yourself. For her. For everyone in the cabin.

She pulls down her mask after a moment.

“Will you just say something?”

You stare back at her with blank eyes.

“Good luck,” you offer, and she scoffs, staring at you, and you can’t look away from her. You step forward, a little tentative, feeling a little stupid. “Don’t die,” you whisper, and she smiles slightly, muttering, before suddenly you’re hugging her.

It’s short, and it only even happened because the two of you have been through so much together there are just parts of you that are the same. And even when you’re both mad like this, even when you both want different things, like magnets… you come back.

When you let go, she’s gone back to being bitter about the whole world, looking at Lottie over her shoulder.

She spares you one more glance before she disappears into the trees, snow crunching under her feet.

—-

You thought that the window would be the easiest place to be. Waiting for her to come back, but you felt stuck looking out the window. There was nothing to see. No one was returning, and there was only the same snow and trees you had seen for so long.

All of you were trapped in this place. The wilderness, you were stuck- for at least the winter.

And Natalie was stuck in a loop. Letting everyone bother her, letting them and their weird new religion sink under her skin. She had an anger inside of her that had been there for so long you doubt she even recognized it. And you were stuck in that loop too- watching her.

Everyone had turned to doing their own things, menial chores, waiting, daydreaming of food. You sat at the table and closed your eyes.

“There’s that dripping again.”

You open one eye to find Mari looking around the cabin for the non-existent dripping noise she’s been hearing.

“Did no one hear that?” she looks around the room, but the girls say silent. You risk a small glance up to the ceiling, but all you see is wood. Normal, dry wood. “I’m gonna go find out where it’s coming from,” she sighs, and you close your eyes again, listening faintly to Mari and Akilah talk about looking together, taking the SATs.

Every reminder of the life that’s waiting back for you feels like a punch to the stomach. Quizzes, tests, college… everything is passing you by while you’re all stuck here. Arguing like the teenagers you can’t afford to be anymore. Not here. Not in the wilderness.

And then, besides for Misty and Crystals soft talking, the cabin is silent. Mari and Akilah give up on searching. And everyone just waits.

Life, you’ve grown to realize, is just a series of hungers.

First it was to succeed, to be the best in school. Then it was Natalie, wanting her, everything you feel for her. And now it’s food.

And maybe it will end. But for now, your stomach twists and turns.

—-

Natalie slams open the door, breathing heavily, no game to be seen- but you stand up and smile just at the sight of her. Maybe she can let all of this go. Maybe all of you can.

“I found a fucking moose,” she pants.

Your mouth waters, and you walk over to her, your hands out apprehensively. She smiles so brightly at you it’s like all the hunger has fallen away, grabbing your hands and squeezing hard.

She stares into your eyes, looking over your face. and her smile grows just as your own makes it way onto your face.

“Wait…” Travis says. “Found? But didn’t kill?”

She looks away from you.

“No, no, it’s dead. It’s frozen in the surface of the lake,” she breathes. “I’m gonna need a lot of help to get it out of there.”

Everyone starts rushing around, grabbing shoes and jackets, ropes and whatever else to get food.

You almost let out a squeal when it sinks in.

You think back to that night. The sounds. The antlers. The feeling of being full, how good and right it all felt-

None of you will ever have to do that again if you can just survive this winter. And you’ll need that moose to do it.

“Hey, I thought the rule was no assistance,” Mari says, and Coach’s crutches bang against the floor as he walks over.

“Oh, my God, Mari, this is food.”

“If we can get this out, this moose will probably last us the rest of winter,” Natalie says, nodding.

Your eyes meet hers again.

“You did it,” you whisper, thinking of food, “God, Nat, you did it.”

“You ever doubted me?” she smiles.

“Misty,” Mari says as the other girl walks past, wrapped up tight, carrying an axe. “You literally made the rules. I’ll tell Lottie,” she says. accusingly, like Lottie could somehow bring down the wrath of the gods.

But she’s just a girl. You’re all just girls, left behind and fighting to stay alive.

“Go for it,” Misty says back. “Tell her I didn’t want us to fucking starve!”

And after grabbing your jacket, slipping on your boots, all of you file out the door, axes and ropes in hand, towards the lake. The moose. Towards the end of the hunger.

—-

It’s colder out on the lake. And even through the snow, you can’t help but feel like you’re constantly on the verge of slipping.

The sound of axes and hammers banging against the ice has turned into a small symphony, a little concert, and you pace around, trying to keep warm- knowing that too many people gathered around that one spot of ice won’t do any good.

Finally, it stops, and you can hear the sounds of ice splashing against water.

“We’re through,” Travis shouts, and Natalie hits the ice a few more times, as Misty and Crystal tie the rope around the antlers.

You watch as they tie it as tight as they can, but you can see the glazed over eyes of the moose, like a little tiny planet.

“Tie another knot,” you whisper, walking behind them, and Misty looks up and you before she looks back down towards the tied up antlers. She adds another knot.

Everyone is frantic and hungry, and finally, after more hitting, the ice breaking and breaking, Natalie shouts for everyone to grab the rope.

You look up towards the sky, then back down towards the antlers.

The rope is light in your hands, fraying, thin, but it will hold. That’s what everyone is whispering, that this will all work out, and you’ll get this moose, and you won’t be hungry anymore.

Finally, the moose slips free from the thick ice, falling down into the water, and the weight comes quickly.

Your arms burn, and everyone is shouting, and all you can think about is how much you stomach hurts.

Your feet dig into the snow, past it, until the soles of your converse are resting against slick ice.

But for a moment, it’s working. You’re lifting up the moose.

Misty is the first to fall.

Then, everyone else falters, and suddenly the rope is sliding out of your hands, and you gasp and pull away, falling down to press your burning hands into the snow.

A splash hits the water.

You hiss to yourself, looking at your hands, red from the rough rope, until you look up.

“Natalie!” you screech, throwing yourself forward and grabbing onto her, anything you can reach, frantic and sick because she’s all you have in the wilderness.

You told her you would die with her. But you won’t watch her die.

You’re not sure how it happens, but you manage to grab onto some part of her, frozen tears running down your face, and drag her up out of the water.

It’s takes a moment for the fear in your body to fall away. For your stomach to leap out of your throat, for your heart to beat a little less strongly.

And you realize she’s crying. Saying we needed it. We needed it.

And you have nothing to say to her. No comfort. No kind words. You can’t fix this, or even offer a solution.

There’s never anything you can do about the important things.

—-

“Your hair’s all messed up,” you whisper, grabbing a small strand and gently picking apart a knot half-formed at the bottom.

You can’t make that moose come back. You can’t make her feel any less guilty, but you can sit at the edge of the tub and get the knots out of her hair.

She doesn’t say anything, and you don’t expect her to, watching as she stares blankly in front of her.

You place your hand to her forehead, and she’s warmer now, not quite that startling ice cold she was when you had first helped her into the tub. You don’t say anything about the fact that she’s warming up. You know it will only hurt to hear it, knowing that she is warm, while that moose is freezing at the bottom of the lake. Frozen food that you can’t eat.

You sigh, and let your hand fall down to the lukewarm water.

“I’ll let you change,” you whisper, your hands curling around the edge of the tub, before you take a breath and stand up. When she speaks, you don’t turn around. Don’t even look at her in the reflection of the window.

“I wanted to do it for you,” she says. “You know? I… I just- just wanted you to be okay. I wanted to, like, save you… in some fucked up way, I guess.”

She laughs to herself, and you can’t do anything but make your way around the tub to the door, your footsteps creaking across the old floor boards.

You look over your shoulder, and after a moment, she looks up at you.

“You’ve already saved me, Natalie. You’ve already saved all of us.”

She scoffs.

“You dragged me out of the plane. You fed us during the summer. You saved Travis at Doomcoming.” She doesn’t say anything, going back to staring forward again, blankly. “Nat, I… I know what you’ve done for us.”

You think back to the lake, the sound of the splashing water, the feeling of something slipping away like that.

“I think you’re a pretty great savior.”

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Y’all I’m in such a dude liker mood like . I had a dream abt dating a guy who was an horror game developer with shoulder lenght brown hair and eyes to match and I’ve been thinking abt it a lot . Come BACKK

In other news do any y’all have any tips on lucid dreaming? Cause I’m trying a few methods (dream journal n reality checking)nd I don’t think they’re working? Maybe? Unsure how long it’s supposed to take