#u can borrow clothes from brothers

[megirinni]

Italier wisdom

[feistypazzi]

CORE MEMORY

ONE SHOT STORY

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Disclaimer: Fiction only! Pure writers delusion. (Excuse the grammatically errors/ idk what I'm thinking while writing this)

TW(?): just adorable except for the slight swearing.

Summary: Paige and Azzi watched women's sports together to show their support as an athletes as well, the couple have so much fun time together together with Paige's lil brother drew. Enjoy! 💗💗💗

After they showed on Kayla's live, the couple goes back to their apartment, as they walk Paige arm wrapped around her girlfriend waist. When they arrived to the apartment Paige continue to do her homework and Azzi start to packed their clothes while blabbering random thing to Blondie.

As the time passed by, Paige stood to her feet, walk closer to her girlfriend grabbed her by the waist and stare deeply into her roundy dark brown eyes. The room filled with silence.

"You're so pretty" Paige spoke, she stroke a strand of curly hair from azzi's face.

Azzi's cheeks turned red, "So sudden baby, what got into you?", in a shy tone.

"Just want to remind how beautiful my girlfriend is, can't I?" she said sarcastically, smirk on her face, she let her hand inside of azzi's grey shirt to feel her warmth, her hand start to move gently inside against her body.

While Blondie exploring her body, she feel a sudden burn inside her, "B-babe" she whispered stuttering, the tension start to build up between the two. Paige start peppering kisses to her neck, she can feel her breath touched her skin.

Her arm are now wrapped around Paige's neck while they're having a passionate time together, Azzi is letting out a silent moan. Paige proceed to brunette's lips, then pressed a gentle kiss. Suddenly someone knocked on the door, "Paigeee! azzii!! you guys theree" the voice yells coming from the other side of the door. The two stopped on what they were doing but they didn't respond right away, just hugged each other tightly, Azzi notice paige's unsatisfied look before burying her face against her shoulder but she just giggle. "It's not funny", she whispered rolling her eyes and that made Azzi burst out laughing.

"Yooohoo!" the person behind the door knocked once again. Azzi kiss Blondie's forehead gently cup her cheeks, before they open the door.

"Am I interrupting?" Paige rolled her eyes to Jana after opening the door.

"Isn't it obvious" sarcastically, Azzi elbowed her, raising her eyebrows. "No it's not" Azzi said giving Jana a awkward smile. "What can we do for you?" she added.

Jana's eyes widen seeing those kiss marks on azzi's neck, then the couple realized, "U-uhm i-it's just a mosquito bite" defensive, Azzi cover it immediately then give Paige a look. "Yeah, mosquito named P Bueckers" jokingly, that made Paige grin proudly while Azzi felt so shy, and pinch Paige stomach.

"Stop you two, what you need Jana?" she said, crossing her arms.

"Yeah what you need jj?" Paige butt in.

"Just want to barrow azzi's charger" wicked smile on her face, Azzi and Paige's jaw drop with disbelief. "Nvm I'll just borrow Aubrey's, you two continue" she teased, then ran laughing before the two respond. They just shook her head and let out a deep sigh.

After a long long day, the couple ended up cuddling in bed, making the most of the time till they fell asleep on each other's arm.

****

They arrived at LVACES vs WMYSTICS game to support their former teamate Aaliyah Edwards. They didn't get a chance to sit together, Azzi is sitting in front row side of the court, meanwhile Paige sitting across the where her girlfriend is sitting with her lil brother and dad. She tried to settle herself where she's sitting but she really want the seat next to her goddamn girlfriend. She didn't pay much attention to the game because all she do is stare at her girlfriend's direction craving for her touch or check her phone if Azzi response to her message. When the teams made point, everyone's head turn to the rim meanwhile Blondie is not even bother, her eyes can't keep away from her girlfriend.

The half time ends, WMYSTICS is leading the scores. Azzi went where paige is, checking up for her girlfriend who can't get enough of her. They minimizing their movement cause one clingy move they'll be caught, their relationship isn't our yet publicly, they keeping it private but not a secret tho many fans already taking a hints about what's going on between them.

Second half will start within a minute, Azzi whispered, "See you later baby, love you" smile on her dimpled face, before returning to her seat leaving Paige blushing and speechless.

The game ends well Aces won, LVACES made WMYSTICS pay in last quarter. Paige went down to the court instantly after the game, however when she's just four feet apart from azzi, a glimpse of tall blonde girl already arms wrapped around her girlfriend and that made her heart ache, she can't see the face nor the jersey cause fans are gathering on court side one by one.

"What's her deal? Why is she on my girlfriend. What the fuck" she thought, Paige is sharing is caring kind of person but she really is possessive when it comes to her girlfriend. Yet she shove those thoughts, calming herself down. She let out a deep sigh before continue walking to azzi's direction, as she got closer she realized who's that blonde was.

"Oh it's Kate Money Martin" on her mind, her mood shifted right away. When Kate and Azzi waved goodbye to each other, brunette notice Paige standing besides her, crossed arms. She also want to hug her girlfriend but cameras/media are everywhere so she didn't do it.

"What took you so long P?" azzi asked lowering her tone, staring deeply to Blondie.

"Uhm fans take flicks w/me all the way here" she responded.

"Btw have you met Kate Martin?" excitedly, her dimples start to appear on her face, seeing that smile made Paige's heart so fulfilled with joy, her mood lifted.

"No, personally" she responded while admiring her girlfriend's smile.

"Babe, There's camera around us" she whispered, while looking around.

"What I didn't do anything" with tease smile.

Lili finally saw the both of them, "You guys are fighting??" she spoke as she notice the commotion between the two.

"Lili!" simultaneously, they greet Lili with open arms.

"I miss y'all" lili's excitement can't explain, seeing the two of her former teamates supporting her is the sweetest.

"We miss you too at UConn Lili" cheerfully, Paige agrees to what Azzi said.

"Bruh those layups never disappoint" she spoke, offering a hype high five to Lili and Lili give her abruptly, "Yeaahhh! learn from the best" then shrugged her shoulder, full of themselves. Paige never beat the 'Hype woman allegation', Azzi just shook her head with delight.

The three of them are catching up, talking bout their lives and laughing with each other like there is just the three of them, while media's are taking photos of them. Their conversation ends with goodbye hug, when Lili left fans start to ask Paige and azzi for picture and autographs.

One of the media interview the two of them, during the interview Azzi can't take off her eyes from her girlfriend, but Paige can't even look at her girlfriend directly or else her knees will weaken.

Soon after, the couple proceed to WSPIRIT football game. Finally they're now sitting next to each other with drew, and their seat is far from crowded part of the stadium they can move freely than earlier.

Azzi got a bucket hat with LGBTQ flag design, "Babe, how was it?" she asked wearing the bucket hat, Paige smiled ear to ear seeing her girlfriend.

"It fits on you so well babe, you look stunning" she compliment.

Meanwhile drew on the other side pissing paige, "You look pretty pookie" grinning. Paige glare at him hearing those words.

"Thankyou drew" she smile at drew, then they both notice how Paige mood change.

"How about me? no thankyou? tss" rolling her eyes to azzi, crossing her arm. But both of her girlfriend and lil brother just laugh, exchanging high five in front of Paige face.

"You guys aren't funny" giving them an attitude.

"I'm just kidding baby, right drew?" she spoke giggling.

"Yeah, yeah" drew agreed.

"I'm your only pookie right?" she's facing Azzi with pout face and puppy eyes.

"Of course baby" then hold Paige's hand, squeezing it and smile at her softly. "Jealous baby" patting her Blondie's head, Paige smiled at her like a kid as a respond.

"Azzi still my pookie" drew spoke proudly. Paige almost turn to him again thankfully Azzi pull her. During the game Azzi is like a mother with her two children watching a sports, cause drew and Paige are like a cat and dog the whole time.

Later on, the game ends. The three of them went down, many people are surprised seeing them because Paige and Azzi are known as phenomenal college women's basketball players in a nation. They join the chants after the game, people are hyped, then they give a message for supporting women's sport.

Time passed, they are now on their way going to Fudd's house, sitting at the back seat, drew sleeping between the two girlies, it doesn't took long Azzi and Paige fell asleep as well, brunette leaning against Drew's head meanwhile Paige leaning against azzi's head.

Paige woke up suddenly then pressed a kiss on azzi's head, then go back to sleep. Mr and Mrs Fudd in front seat, doesn't mind what just happened, instead they're so proud of their girlies.

It is really a long tiring fun day for them, the couple call it a day.

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Ps: special shout out to that anon that give me the idea of fic about what happened yesterday, the pazzi crumbs are giving. Thankyou! (Feel free for fic ideas and feedback. To those other ideas I'm working with it alr)

- Lovingly yours 💗

[redamoureux]

hi!! could u write yandere scout <3 prompt is all yours 🫶 love u

╰﹒RED FACED LOSER!

Yandere Red/Blu Scout headcanons/short

↳ content warning: yandere themes, some fluffs? obsessive behaviour, posessive behaviour, implied invasion of privacy and cloth stealing, implied future forced relationship, ooc?, not proofread

↳ genre: romantic

↳ a/n: Hi! Sorry this took pretty long, didn't have much time and motivation to write so i wss just able to write it just and it's sorta crappy :")

It was long ago, Jeremy first met you when he was on yet another run from his brothers and wasn't paying attention where he was going, causing him to bump into you and throwing the both of you onto the ground.

He'd hastily help you up and picking all the things you had dropped and hurriedly saying sorry before running off. You could only gawk slightly before snapping out of it and continuing with your day.

After weeks, you had almost completely forgotten about the encounter until the day you finally met your roomate. And it was that boy again! He seem also surprised meeting you aswell making your first introduction bit awkward but eventually you both melt into a good long conversation. You two quickly became good friends and you'd often help him with his assigments he couldn't do. At times he'd get bit embarassed and tried to repay you with a box of pizza in return.

When you're working on some project, he'd be a little stubborn and try to persuade you to join him instead for the evening to go hang with his other friends, though you'd often decline.

Sometimes he'd also borrow your jacket with the excuse his is on the laundry. Or even using some of your stationary and more often than not even forgets to give it back, so you'd always have to remind him.

Though once you lost your jacket, jeremy was quick to give you the biggest puppy eyes he could do and convice you that you'd probably forgotten it somewhere when you just asked if he knew where it is-

Jeremy would definitely take you on various 'hangouts' (it's really is a date but he's too embarassed and bit shy to tell you at the time) like watching a drive in romantic movie or trying to share the same milkshake with you. He'd even put his arm around your shoulder, you didn't think much of it, but his heart is thumping real hard.

As time went on however, you notice he was slowing stopping and skipping his classes. It was abit subtle at first, telling you that he was simply feeling unwell. Though overtime, he began skipping whole one, two and so on. Soon you'd hear several rumors from other students that he'd drop out. You feel a little saddend, his disapperance was so sudden! And when you returned back to your dorm, most of his stuffs were missing, save for the few insignificant things here and there. You were baffled and wished he could've said a goodbye but you finally accepted it and went to try moving on. Mysteriously though, some of your belongings seem to be gone too, and you can seem to find them anywhere.

Years passed and today you're going to finally start your first day of your job. You felt little nervous as you walk down the hall. after all you are still quite unexperienced. And hearing about the guys you're going to be working with from your contractor doesn't make it any much better. They said some of them were rude, easily hostile and even insane. Or dumb. You tried reassure yourself, it couldn't possibly be that bad. Your contractor is probably just exaggerating bit too much, you thought as you open the door.

Seconds after that you heard an audible gasp and fast footsteps, before you know it, hands yanked you closer to the person's body and giving you the tighest hug ever. "Ohh babe! I thought i'd never see you again!" Said the man- and you instantlu regonized that voice. Even after years, his voice still hasn't changed much. You pulled back a little, flabbergasted. "Jeremy??" You questioned. He finally let go of you saying, "Hm? Yeah sweetheart? Ohh don't say you'd almost forgotten me there!" He exclaimed as if he had not just suddenly disappeared years and just went back from playing the arcade he usually hang out in. "What are you doing here?-"

"Ttthat's a question i should be asking, Why are you here? Didn't you finally got your dream job? But anyway, i'm just happy that you're here!" He replied. You let out a sad sigh at that, "well yea-i mean no.. it's pretty complicated."

"Hey hey don't be upset. Sorry, i really didn't mean to ruin the mood. So listen, how 'bout we get some milkshakes huh? I'll pay for the both of us!" Jeremy declared. You thought for a second. "That.. would be great. Thanks jeremy." "Just call me scout, sweetie. That name is for the old me." He half joked. After all, his old self is just so stupid and childish for letting you go and even upsetting you for not even saying a goodbye or even able to confess before leaving. Well, don't worry now. He's new now. He would finally confess his habored feelings and he'll never be stupid enough again to ever say goodbye, ever.

REBLOGS/ FEEDBACK/ COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

@redamoureux

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Second Chances Don't come Twice

Author’s note: Atlas in Husbandry. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Joth and Cedric.

Summary: Atlas remembers fighting demons on the ship- that had gotten lost in the warp and remembered the pain of getting torn apart by demons. He wakes up, he's in too much pain to be dead... But how is he alive? Where is he? Oh great- a Berserker Chaos Marine- A Khornate World Eater. Welp. He's gonna die. Again. and this time he's not able to move arms or legs. Shit.

Warnings: Let me know if I need to add anything else

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Atlas had been fighting aboard the ship- they had gotten lost in the warp, and their gellar field had partially fallen. He and his brothers had been fighting against the Demonic incursion, trying their best to survive and wrest themselves free of the storm and the demons. 

He had spotted one of his brothers about to get dragged out of the group by some demons and pushed him back deeper into the group. Unfortunately that meant that the demons were able to grab him with their claws and taunting cackling.

He gave as good as he got- his brothers fighting their hardest to free him from their grasp. He saw Catius and Oleandros call out for him- arms outstretched as they tried to reach him.

That thought warmed him- before the unending pain and agony of demons trying to tear him apart had him scream, despite his best efforts not to.

Things go Loud. Things go quiet.

He feels and hears a wet, wrenching sound of bones breaking. A voice- he dimly realizes is his, which he can’t stop hollers out in soul breaking agony.

He hears the cackling of mad gods. He hears the roaring of something golden.

The Pain

A flash of light

A flash of darkness

Unconsciousness

Atlas opens his eyes. That in and of itself causes great confusion. He had been in a pitched battle on the ship. He and his brothers were trying to fight off demons who’d breached the ship. He is surprised to be able to open them again. 

He had thought that the way he’d been caught by the demons that he’d die, horribly brutally in front of his brothers. He is not surprised that he is in complete agony and his many wounds on his body are complaining.

He smells the tang of blood and suffering. His mind fogs and hazes as he stares up at the blue cloudy sky. He frowns a little, the effort to think as he stares at the sky. Sky. He had been on a ship in the warp. This is. This ground he’s laying down upon is ground. He is on a planet.

That  does not make sense. He was on a ship in the Warp. He continues to stare up at the sky and struggle to breath as his thoughts are slow and his brain is full of panicked jabbering half formed thoughts as he’s consumed by the utter agony he’s in.

‘How am I on a planet?’ is a thought that forms in his mind. ‘Is this a trick? An illusion? why?’

He continues to breathe, a task that seems monumental at the moment. Something of a great struggle. He hears the sound of something, and slowly turns his head to look and sees some… animals.

Farm animals started to approach him. Some herbivores that are used for meat, milk, and the fibers of their fur can be used to make clothing and other things.

Some of the creatures with horns bleat at him and one of them boldly comes over and bleats in his face. He flinches a little at the sound. But that movement sends waves of unending agony through him. 

Ow. He shouldn’t have tried moving. That hurt. That had really badly hurt. Part of him wonders if he’ll survive this. Or if he’ll die surrounded by farm animals.

As soon as he thought that part of him recoiled at that thought. While another part of him felt comforted that at least his body will feed the worms and other creatures of a planet, rather than the cackling maddened creatures of the Warp.

He hears more movement and a barking noise- and sees a trio of four legged creatures with fur- guardian dogs as they herded the herbivores away from the Strange Giant Metal Bleeding creature. The oldest of the Guardian canids snuffles and growls and barks and howls.

Atlas merely wishes the creature would stop being so loud. It’s not like he can do anything to get away from the creature. Or harm the canids charges. Oh- his head is ringing from how loud it is.

He hears the tromp and tread of something large headed his way and his hearts sink. He knows the stomp of Ceramite upon many different surfaces. With effort- far too much effort he shifted his head- trying to see who was coming towards him.

He hears a voice rumble out, and his hearts sink further. The dual toned almost staticky sounding tones of a Chaos Marine- the canid, blessedly stops barking and runs towards the Chaos Marine.

Atlas’s hearts sink further- he can’t do anything but watch as the canid heads towards the fuck he’s so fucked. The Khornate Berserker World Eater.

Instead of slaughtering the creature- the Chaos Marine does a gesture and says a phrase- it seems like a coded phrase as it has the trio of canids off to a different part of the … farm that he’s on.

Oh. He’s so fucking dead. Deader than dead. His skull and blood shall be used in a twisted Khornate ritual. And he can’t even put up a fight to try and get away form the Chaos Marine.

He wonders if the Khornate Chaos Marine will kill him, or just sneer down at him and watch as he dies, too weak, to pathetic for the mercy of a quick death.

Joth had heard the Guardian Dogs bay- in that particular way that meant they were trying to scare something, or someone off. And whatever it was, wasn't backing off.

With swift movement he heads in the direction of the dogs- and sees a ceramite covered form- lying on the ground and the iron tang of blood and pain scent the air.

As he comes closer- he realizes the fellow Space Marine- who he had readied to growled at was wearing Ultramarine colors- and was severely wounded and a Baby.

Joth approaches the likely severely hurt, and likely going to be skittish as fuck baby who looked like he was drifting in and out of wakefulness.

The baby manages to squint up at him and try very hilariously to growl at him, but was in too much pain to do that and merely made raspy whimpering noises.

"Not gonna hurt you Scoutling," Joth croons, at the very suspicious and heavily wounded baby. Who- to his credit, attempted to growl at him again.

Joth watched the way the younglings limbs twitch, but not move much. That. could be really bad. He sends a message to the local Astarte clinic about a heavily wounded baby needing immediate help, as well as not being stable enough to move.

He gets a swift response as he crouches down next to the youngster, "I know that you won't believe me, but I am not going to hurt you. Help is coming- some brothers are going to patch you up."

Joth is talking to the baby and grabs one of his hands gently, the baby seems to be hovering between wakefulness and passing out from the pain he's in.

"Keep awake little cousin," Joth rumbles, gently squeezing his hand. He smells the stench of Chaos on his wounds. Poor kid got on the wrong side of a fight with some demons.

Joth's ears prick as he says, "Your brothers are coming- we will get you fixed up, stay awake little Scout."

Zariel and Cedric are running towards them with urgent battle care kits as well as a team with a stretcher just minutes behind him. The Baby Black Templar lets out a growly noise at Joth, before his eyes snap to the blue and gold clad Scout.

"Atlas!" Cedric calls out as he runs to Catius and Oleandros's squad lead and fellow Primaris Ultramarine's side as he and Zariel assess and patch up Atlas.

[kachowden]

okok headcanons for Loren do with them what u may:

Loren LOVES having his hair touched in any capacity- head pats, scritches, pulling, he’ll take it all. he relishes in the feeling of darling using his hair to jerk him around.

he def memorized darling’s schedule so if darling has night classes or is out late, you can bet Loren is no more than a dozen yards away making sure they get home safe. he’s definitely taken out more than his share of ill-intentioned strangers, likely with darling none the wiser…

idk if this has been addressed before but i feel like Loren isn’t the most booksmart, like just your typical himbo level of dumb- and maybe he seeks tutoring or something from darling, or he just marvels at their basic knowledge like they’re Chomsky

Loren is really proud of his body but he gets incredibly flustered anytime darling so much as acknowledges his muscles or stature- or maybe he even wishes he were smaller than darling so he could constantly be below them

he for sure spies on darling in their dorm, but i think he feels kinda guilty about it. he knows it’s an invasion of their privacy but he just can’t help himself. he definitely has pics/vids of darling sleeping that he looks at every night before bed

i’m probably gonna send in more when they assault my brain later anyway i’m in love with ur writing and thank u for keeping us fed

I didn’t touch on this fully, but Loren isn’t actually a true Himbo. His brother is more accurately one.

Loren tries to do well in school, and at most he does pretty average so yes he does seek out Darling to tutor him.

I also love the concept of Loren being a guilty Yandere. He hates that he can’t stop himself from trailing after you, from breaking into your apartment and stealing your clothes from lockers and using them when he can’t stop himself from thinking about you in the late hours of the night.

There’s actually an unfinished draft that further elaborates on his uh borrowing habits. A chewed on pencil found it’s way into his pocket after a little argument between the two of you.

[rzyraffek]

Haiii! If ur requests are still open would you do the Sinclair brothers reacting to having a goth so?Like also ftm cause me too and I’m totally not projecting. Like all the characters in house of wax dress pretty normal and as someone who dresses out of that ordinary I’d love to see how they would react the them. Thanks for reading my ask! Have a nice day <3 I uh love your writings sm

Ello yes I am still open for request (for 2years now! How fast time flew by!) And hello fellow ftm! I love goths🥰 anyways I had few ideas so here you go! and you too have nice day anon!!

He/him, sfw, Request open

Slashers with goth ftm s/o

Vincent Sinclair

Dude is stealing his clothes lol

Like litteraly, that nice black shirt you bought? You thought you lost it? Nah he has it

Man does s/o make up (the cool goth one) and vice versa

Painting each others nails and shit talking Bo>>

About s/o being ftm. Man doesn't care, he loves him and that's the most important!

Also when he first met s/o he felt a bit shy cuz he looks so epic and menacing. Vince wants to look like it too

Bo Sinclair

Dude often gets jumpscared by s/o. Like imagine him in whole black gothic outfit just eating stuff from fridge at 3am and the only light is coming from fridge. Bo was sure he just witnessed ghost stealing from his fridge

Thinks s/o looks dope asf

Called s/o 'emo boy' once :(

S/o has to explain to him the all difrences between subcultures

Lester Sinclair

Dude ain't complaining, but boi? U will struggle in Forest in those shoes

He is starstruck! You look so stunning man!

He gonna be a bit worried for your outfits cuz they look dope and here you can get easly dirty especially if you want to travel to forest or just go into Bo (or lester) car, its a mess inside

Micheal Myers

👍

He ain't caring

U trans? Cool

U goth? Alright

Dude doesnt care what gender s/o is anyways

But tbh I think that Micheal likes and is more attracted to people who stand out of crowd. The less 'normal looking' he is the better

Man loves his goth bf

Once he was in goofy mood and gave s/o pair of bright pink socks (they are new dont worry). They totally match his ascetic

Billy Lenz

🧍

Sooo

...

Can he borrow those cool shoes?

Can s/o do his make up?

If s/o answers 'no' to any of those questions he gonna have a tantrum and hide under bed untill he calms down

Ate his black lipstick/eyeshadow/idk what goth make-up looks like, you make something up idc

Hacked his Spotify account to lisen to judge s/o music taste

Waaah sorry for few day wait, I died 3times and bought Gta5 so yeah I been busy

[encrucijada]

HAZE DOGS — a wip by ester cuervos

【 genre & categroy: horror, low fantasy, adult 】

【 pov: 2nd person retrospective 】

【 what if princess mononoke, the hunt from the magnus archives, and night in the woods had a baby. guy too scared for horror keeps writing it. great news for all the girls (gender neutral) who've ever wanted to go apeshit!! i'm technically catholic so i'm allowed to bastardise catholicism 】

【 cw: cults, blood and gore, religious blasphemy, cannibalism, harm to animals 】

【 tone & themes: feminine horror, corruption, bottled rage, divinity, unhinged, atmospheric, eerie, immortality/mortality 】

a b o u t : an isolated town is haunted by otherworldly canines incapable of dying. when connor hidalgo mejía comes back to life after being sacrificed by her old classmates, the town finds a temporary solution to their problem that will keep more people from dying: they offer connor and only connor to the animals. with her boyfriend's mother at the head, connor becomes the reluctant but not entirely unwilling idol of worship of a cult that begins to form around her. the people of her town really believe she can somehow free them of this haunting. but aurora vidal isn't the only one pulling the strings for power. everyone wants a piece of connor's divinity, a god is easy to manipulate when she's actually just a nineteen-year-old girl who up until last month only had two concerns: make it to tomorrow and get to know her estranged brother. the temporary solution starts to feel like a permanent one with connor soon not being able to find peace in life or in death.

another story about a girl in a white dress getting sacrificed... except she's wearing cool alternative clothes on top of that white dress. also the dark academia plot of "person we all hate died under mysterious circumstances" except this time the person keeps coming back to life, worse each time.

c h a r a c t e r s :

connor hidalgo mejía. she/they. embodies the energy of the "alt friend" from 00s teen movies. would have bitten you to win an argument even before things got freaky. what if jesus was a dog.

ángel quijada vidal. he/they. connor's boyfriend. dark academia protagonist who got lost and ended up in a horror movie. ignoring social cues on purpose because he thinks they're stupid.

delilah estévez herrera. she/her. connor's best friend. literally the prettiest person in the room at all times. not joining your cult bestie sick aesthetic tho. borrowing her from my buddy jude <3

acacia quijada vidal. she/her. connor's frenemy. would befriend you and then vaguepost about you online. ángel's sister. youngest sister syndrome. dead blue eyes.

aurora vidal ochoa. she/her. ángel's mum. gaslight gatekeep girlboss. woke up and decided to become a cult leader. marisa coulter energy (derogatory).

benjy hidalgo mejía. he/him. connor's brother, apparently. has the energy of the bum older brother with a shitty band and a warning sign of his door you'd find in a 90s movie.

zagreus. he/it. pubby :3 nothing weird going on here i prommy.

aesthetic: a foggy open field, coyote howls in the dead of night, wiping blood from your mouth, maximalist teen girl bedrooms, light reflecting off of animal eyes, an empty dilapidated church, bite marks on your shoulder, tall grass swaying in the breeze, an abandoned fountain filled with greenish water, broken statues, taxidermy animals, the rattle of a dog's chain, crackling television signal, cloudy weather and the smell of ozone before a storm, glitter makeup rolling down your cheeks, music so loud others hear it on your headphones, a lake with party trash floating on the surface, your fanciest clothes splattered with blood, the cold smoothness of fine jewellery, low quality camera footage, a trail of kisses down your spine, teeth that are too sharp, halos made with neon bracelets, cupping your cheeks with bloodied hands, curling up under the covers in bed when it's cold

snippet!!!

“Cool, right?” you asked your reflection, answered yourself with a smile that cut your purple mouth in two with white teeth.

You grabbed your keys.

Benjy was in the living room. He still occupied space like he was a guest instead of a resident, you looked at him and tried to find yourself on his face, on his shoulders, his hair, his hands. But other than the brown of your skin and his skin, you couldn’t, the only thing you shared that your mum had too were the freckles, but what did that prove? If that was proof of kin then Ángel would be your brother, Dafne a quarter of something with the smattered speckles on the bridge of their nose.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

He was your brother enough to talk like he’d known all nineteen years of your life.

You stopped in front of the television, a horror movie screaming behind you, blood and guts and bad sound effects of tearing skin, someone’s burbly wail from a cut throat.

“Vidal party.”

“What’s a Vidal? Am I supposed to know what that is?”

“They own like half the town, huge house, can’t miss it.”

“And they invited the likes of you?”

[moseslikellamas]

♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.18

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - A dance is held.

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, feelings of shame, feelings of guilt, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2k

Hiiiiiii. I decided to skip the other questioning scene mostly bc I just didn’t wanna write it. I might do a flashback to it later but 🤷🏻‍♀️. Anyway!! I hope we all have a homie like Martyn who will forgive our crimes no questions asked. Here’s some nice Harp music if u want the vibes. All the songs mentioned are in asoiaf.

Shanda was oddly excited given the circumstances, Benjicot had, as he promised, ripped her to shreds during questioning. It was embarrassing to even think about it. She had never been very good at hiding her emotions, displaying them on her face clear as day. He had known that and used it to a harrowing degree. It was lucky she had Martyn to back her up or it would’ve been even worse. Her brother was another can of worms she still had to deal with. But none of this was why she was spinning around her room, excited.

After the disaster of questioning, Lord Elmo had made an announcement.

“Alright you mangy cunts, before I break your hearts and shatter your dreams, I have a proposal. And no, it is not voluntary. You will show up.”

Grumbles went up at that but he had only shot a look that communicated death on protest into the crowd before continuing.

“We’re going to have a dance tonight. That’s right, a proper ball! Now, when was the last time we were all together like this? This is an opportunity for you all to start fresh and build some new relationships. You will behave or I promise a little dance with a pretty girl will be the least of your worries.”

The room was buzzing with whispers before he even finished and Shanda had missed whatever he said after that. As she had already made her way through the crowd to her brother.

“I believe we’ll have a chance to sneak out before it ends to truly talk. I swear, I’ll tell you everything.”

To his credit, Martyn hadn’t been upset at all. Just nodded before he melted into the crowd, losing her and any prying eyes. It was just as well he did as Alysanne found her right after.

“Come on, let’s find something for you to wear.”

Shanda had decided to forgive Alysanne as she hadn’t testified against her. Not that the testimony wouldn’t really contribute one way or the other in the end. It was the thought that mattered. So she let her lead the way.

“How do you know these halls so well?” She asked after the third winding corridor they had turned down.

“Go to enough of these trials and you get bored. Elmo’s like a grumpy uncle, doesn’t mind me poking around a few places. Given I do my part to sway the idiots at home when sentencing rolls around.”

“Are you ever successful?”

Alysanne laughed, grabbing her arm. “Sometimes. Mostly no, but I do try my best.”

Shanda nodded, that was as she figured. At last they came to a door that looked the same as any other but when Alysanne pulled it open, it appeared to be a clothes storage room.

“How strange. Why do they have this?” She asked, looking in at all the various pieces.

“Hand me downs. Elmo says they’ve got generations of Tully ancestors' clothes in here. Which is why he doesn’t mind that we borrow some. Now let’s look.”

Shanda had not looked long when she came across the dress she wanted. It was made so that two pieces joined together over one another. The sleeves were a part of the undergown and blue, so dark it was nearly black. The overgown of the dress was an intricate gold design with calla lilies stitched on in white. It took her breath away. She hadn’t even bothered to see what Alysanne was getting, just grabbed the dress and left.

That led her to where she was now, happily spinning around her room in the beautiful gown. It would be nice to have a single night where she didn’t have to worry about anything. She could just dance and eat, then sneak away to beg her brother's pardon for lacking the good sense the gods gave her. She thought it was ambitious of Lord Elmo to think they could pull this off without any quarreling. But perhaps everyone could behave for just one night.

A knock sounded at her door. She moved to answer it and was delighted to see Martyn standing outside.

“Seems we’ve finally convinced them I’m not going to abscond with you.”

She snorted, taking his offered arm. “Yeah right. Lord Elmo probably tripled the guards for tonight. Fat chance we’ll be sneaking anywhere.” She said loudly enough the guard at her door could hear. It was the first time she had seen him actually stand outside her door.

She dragged her feet so they would not arrive so soon.

“Martyn, I should’ve warned you. I knew he was going to be insane. I, well, suppose I was ashamed.” Her face was tinged pink with remembrance.

“I don’t care. I never did. That day Royce pushed you in the river, I nearly cut his head off.”

She stopped at that, putting a hand on his chest shocked. “You didn’t.”

He rolled his eyes at her before continuing to walk. “Obviously, he’s still here. But I strongly considered it, crazy thing is he would’ve let me. He just accepted that I would kill him and that he deserved it.”

Shanda frowned, her brother had a haunted look in his eyes telling her.

“It’s not right. All of us are fighting. Our mother would be livid to see it, Shan.”

That tugged a smile on her face. Their mother would be yelling at them all.

“‘Family’s all you’ve got!’” She mimicked and Martyn chuckled.

“Too bad she left us with this family and not some other one.” He sighed.

“Come on, let’s find Royce. See if we can’t get him drunk enough to forgive me.” She exclaimed as they entered the great hall once more.

All of the tables were removed, besides the few that held food and drinks. Beautiful streamers of blue and red covered the corners of the room, embroidered with the Tully sigil. Shanda was awe struck by the bead work on them, they flashed iridescent giving the impression of real life scales.

“Let me talk to him first.”

He was gone by the time she replied off handedly, “Yeah, sure.”

She had gotten up close to the banner, admiring the impressive needle work. The beads were pieces of broken clam shell, sewn into the fabric. It must be tedious work to break the shells and then make holes in them.

“A Tully specialty.”

She jumped at Lord Elmo’s booming voice. She’d been so focused she hadn’t noticed him approaching.

“It’s beautiful. Must be awfully tedious work though.” She smiled up at the lord.

“No more so than presiding over court.”

She blushed at that, feeling a bit ashamed.

“I suppose not.”

He clapped her on the back. “Ah don’t worry about it! It always works out in the end. Though, not so well. Or else you all wouldn’t keep coming back.”

On that rather contradictory note, the lord left. Flowers of spring was playing in the background as she looked around the room. It was evident that the riverlanders had taken Lord Elmo’s words to heart. As she saw many of them talking cordially and a few brave souls had even dared to dance.

“May I have this dance, m’lady?” It was Beck Grey who asked.

“Is that? No, it couldn’t possibly be Rebecken Grey. He’s only five two and has a gap tooth.”

Beck smiled at her, every tooth gleaming in the torch light as he led her onto the floor.

“Amazing what seven years will do for a man, is it not?”

They spun around the floor together effortlessly. Beck was a cousin of hers on her mother’s side and it had been a great deal of time since she had seen him.

“I have to agree, it will do wonders. My knees are not half so knobbly now and my aim is much improved.”

“So I hear. Is that how you managed to almost slay Benjicot?” He smiled coyly at her.

“Oh cousin, a dance is not enough for secrets I’m afraid. But if Aunty Harra really wants to know, tell her I’m sure we can work out a deal.”

He shook his head at her ruefully. “Some things never change, eh?”

Before she could answer him they were interrupted.

“Mind if I cut in?”

Shanda would’ve advised her cousin that yes they did mind but he had already stepped aside. He shot him a nasty look as he walked away but he just winked.

“How are you enjoying the dance?” Benjicot asked once they began to move together.

The song had switched to Fallen Leaves which was slower and much sadder.

“Fine before you butted in. Can’t find another pretty girl to bother in all of the riverlands?”

They swayed back and forth, barely turning about.

“Why should I? I’ve made my intentions clear.”

“How about common decen-“

He interrupted her, pulling her closer so he could whisper in her ear.

“Decency is me covering for you while you sneak out to try and rebuild your sibling bond.”

She pulled back aghast. How did he know? Rolling her eyes she blew out a frustrated breath.

“Stop spying on me!”

“Okay sweetheart, but you might want to make your move now. I think the little one is making a break for it.”

Shanda saw what he meant as she met Martyn’s eyes across the floor. He looked exasperated and was quickly going after a hurried Royce.

“Shit.” She muttered before rushing after them.

Benjicot pulled her up short though.

“Wait, half the room will see you follow if you go now. Dance one more with me.”

He was probably right but she really didn’t care at the moment.

“No, I’ll miss them if I wait!”

But he held on to her firmly as the song shifted into the familiar tones of Fall of Maidenpool. She wrinkled her brow as the harp picked up.

“Lord Elmo’s a bit on the nose with this one.” She laughed.

“What do you mean?”

She gave him an incredulous look. “You’re joking right?”

When he stared blankly at her she groaned and explained.

“It’s about the fall of Maidenpool, the defeat of a Riverlander by the Andals. Florian the brave, one of the last great kings. It’s a metaphor for all of us. Hatred, spite and violence are our Andals, and we let them in every day. Tearing ourselves apart from the inside and because of it our lands are weak, disorganized. Ready for a collapse, just like Maidenpool.” She sighed, gutted at the thought.

When she looked back at Benjicot, he was staring at her.

“I think you’ll be safe to go now.” He whispered.

She was out of his grasp and out the door in the next instant, the sound of Maidenpool drifting further away as she looked for her brothers. Walking along the halls it didn’t take her long to hear them.

“…sense of it!”

“Just wait! She’s coming to explain.”

Martyn’s expression was one of relief as she rounded the corner and layed eyes on him. Royce was standing upright looking tense, whereas Martyn sat calmly on the floor.

“See,” Martyn beamed. “Here she is.”

“Right well, explain then.”

“Royce, you hot headed fool.” She held up a hand to silence him when he tried to interrupt her. “Listen to me. However much I grieve that mother went away in hopes of procuring me a suitor, I do not hold myself responsible and do you know why?”

He silently raged in front of her.

“Because our mother could not be swayed nor bullied into doing anything less than what she set out to do. There was nothing you, me or even our father could’ve said to pull her back. Secondly, I have not given up hope on finding her killers and if you give me some time I just might.”

“Oh bullshit, Shanda. You can’t sneak your way into finding everything out.”

“No but you can fucking negotiate your way into just about anything. Pull your head out of your ass! The entire riverlands is here, Royce. Waiting in that room for three very interesting Brackens to chat them up. They are dying for us to talk to them, make a move. Do something useful and help me!”

She could see the struggle playing out in her brother's mind across his face. He made a frustrated noise before running his hands through his hair.

“What do I say?”

Shanda smirked at Martyn before the three of them set to scheming.

[streets-in-paradise]

Nightfall Enchantress - Dastan x (Fem)Servant!Reader

Requested by Anon

" hi hi, loved loved loved the Dastan fic btw. Was wondering if u could write another Dastan fic but with a maid who has a fake scar on her face that she puts on in the morning to prevent ppl taking advantage of her and Dastan sees her without it. tytyty and ty especially for writing for Dastan 😭 "

Hi! Thank you so much again for your sweet message and I hope you will enjoy this one too 😊

Warnings: AU were Tamina married Tus, the reader is her handmaid. ( Since Alamut has excellent make up artists, i thought introducing her like this would be great for the specific plot of the request) Fear of sexual assault experienced as a woman in the defeated side of war, reader is particularly sensitive about it because of her backstory.

Summary: After the persian invasion, your princess finds herself circunstantially forced to accept the marriage proposal of the eldest prince. Following her as loyal servant means you would be working for a different family and you are unsure of the protection they can grant you. By choice and chance, your kind encounters with the youngest prince start to modify your perception as he would try to show you that you have nothing to fear.

Note: This partially ignores the bigger conflict of the film. i'm borrowing the context it introduces as framework to develop a different thing.

Tags: @thorssweetheart

Orders were very clear and in any other situation, you would have fullfilled those with dedicated rigurosity. Tamina was sumitting the enemy to a proof of character, even during sujugation her wisedown exceeded.

Persians were threatening her life and that was an exception you couldn't tolerate, so you screamed against the sentence demmanding your princess' blood for the negatory to a political marriage to their future king. The loyal display of desperated concern deviated the attention to you for an instant.

" Eager to share her fate, girl? " Prince Tus mocked you, condemning the interruption. " The princess has choosen pride to be her demise."

Surprisingly for him, the extention of the threats managed to break her haughty resistance.

" STOP!!" She screamed, her tone yet sounding slightly softer. " ... She is like a sister to me."

Confussion awakened his curiosity, desire and greed probably mixing to the unexpected fact being revealed to him.

" Sister, you say? Well, that changes everything!" He sarcastically proclaimed, obtaining laughter from his crowd of soldiers. " If she is as fine as you, more than one arrangement can be made. "

In a matter of instants you were dragged closer so the Princes of Persia could inspect you, Tus presenting you to his brother as if you were a stolen item possibly about to be offered.

" Check her out, Garsiv. "

Excitement overcame the hot headed persian, lascivious smile on his face as he felt so close to possessing a smiliar beauty to take as wife. The claims of the princess made them mistake you for a noble and the richness of Alamut was such that you weren't distinguishable from one to the persian eye. Despite your looks were humbler than Tamina's, you were in all white and cloaked as most of the people from the temple.

A wiser observator could have realized that your clothing style matched with the princess' because you were her handmaid, her company servant, but there wasn't a single well oriented mind there other than hers.

Details were in his way to get a full visual. The hood had the covering support of your long, voluminous hair at the sides of your face. It was clear that Prince Garsiv wasn't precisely a patient man, but he paid the price of his arrogant approach. Once the hood fell back, abruptly and by his own hand, he stumbled with some unexpected imperfections.

A huge scar on the left side of your face going from your forehead to your chin, deforming what otherwise could have been a beautifull face. Your hair acted as curtain trying to cover most of it, but in his avid examination the prince made it fall back for full exposure.

The result wasn't of his liking,

" … Maybe Dastan would rather have her. "

More persian laughter followed his despective comment, but that didn't hurt you in the slightlest. In fact, you looked proud of humilliating the enemy by subverting his expectations.

Checking on the reactions you got with a satisfaction that was beyond their understanding, you noticed at least one man in the crowd not joining the mockery. Your glance collided with Tamina's in his direction for completely different reasons.

You were staring at him while she saw the dagger and wherever the sacred object would go, she would follow.

" Prince Tus … " Tamina called, her tone making him suspect a reconsideration. " Promise that the people of Alamut will be treated with mercy. "

The eldest prince seiled the agreement kissing the back of her hand with agressive passion, gesture that you found repulsive. While Garsiv was quite amused with your disgusted reaction, you barely cared because your eyes were following the sad confussion of the man keeping the dagger.

Most handsome man you have ever seen.

For a brief instant, his eyes found you and you smiled instinctively.

" I guess we still have to figure out what are we going to do with you. " The voice of Garsiv brought you back from the distraction. " I'm not sure you are Dastan's type."

He referenced the scene you both witnessed, the shade of dissapointment on the prince's face when comfronted with the beauty of the princess at the same moment it was clear that she would never be his.

The sad man was his youngest brother, the one to blame for the fall of the city.

" Actually, i'm her handmaid. We grew up together so i'm also like the sister she never had. " You clarified, pridefully. " One fact doesn't exclude the other, my blood doesn't matter when it comes to our affection. "

" Tamina must have had a solitary life here, i bet Tus will fix that. " He concluded, then proceeded to comment regarding the strange family bond " And I understand that better than what you imagine, girl. My little brother doesn't share my blood. "

Even if he wouldn't want you for himself, he was sure you could get along well with his adoptive brother. Despite it was most likely you were going to remain as handmaid of the bride after the wedding, your company could provide him comfort through the situation. While Garsiv just wanted to cheer up his brother, Tamina had her own private interests involved to consent your kind approach to him. His trust could grant her access to the dagger and you knew she wasn't going to toss aside her pride to win it.

Aside from all the interests involved, the first close encounter happened spontaneously. The melancholy in Dastan's heart was evident to anyone with a sensitive perception and despite all the destruction he caused, it sadden you.

The very first thing you did as soon as you were left alone with him was gifting him a small white flower you kept hidden in your outfit.

" For your heartbreak. " You explained while posing it on his hand. " If it works as consolation, I know Tamina well enough to grant you that she doesn't want him. Prince Tus is still unaware that he will have to prove his worth to her through the marriage if he really wants to get something out of it, and she is very demmanding. "

You managed to make him chuckle.

" I appreciate this, but my brother's marriage shouldn't be of my concern. " He pointlessly denied. " … And your princess is insufferable. "

The efforts for hidding his true opinion of the matter were slightly cute.

" Peraphs, to you, but she is beautifull. That's really all men need to loose reason. " You called him out. " Beauty turns men into beasts, brothers into enemies. It's a curse in disguise, they go blind of desire. "

He quickly noticed how your phrasing posicionated you as self perceived outside the concept.

" … And I suppose you think yourself beyond that. "

" Less gracefull girls don't have to worry about that. " You inmediately explained. " As a royal maid, it's a blessing. "

Unlike his brother, he understood exactly what you meant.

Wisedown of the streets, far away from the narrowed vision on a noble warlord's mindset.

" Less men inclined to annoy you and possibly hurt you. " Dastan continued, proving that understandment." … Or attention coming only from the ríght man. "

You weren't expecting that, too wise for a persian prince.

" I'm hideous and, for so, safer than my own princess. There are no arrogant warriors seeking to take advantage of me."

"Allow me to return the kindness you had with me, you aren't as repelling as you pride yourself in being. " He purred, sweetly approaching to caress your face. " I don't think this is a problem."

You shunned his touch with despair, terrified of it.

" I grant you that I'm nothing like those men. " He clarified, then smiled before proceeding to do what he considered was comforting you. " I could never hurt you ... and why would I do that? After you have been nothing but kind with me for no reason. I invaded your city and you gifted me a flower, it makes no sense in the sweetest way."

"Even enemies can show respect." You concluded. " And I firmly believe that simple acts of kindness can twist fates for good. "

For some reason you couldn't yet understand, your words seemed to had hit him deep.

" Me too." Dastan replied right away. " I'm pretty much the living proof of your philosophy, believe it or not."

You smiled and looked down for an instant.

" Your methods go against the persian warfare style, that's for sure. Sneaking inside the city instead of going for a direct clash? You fight like a greek."

He laughed, full loud chuckles that time.

" You can consider that kindness. " He explained later. " The attack that my brothers planned was going to be a massacre, so what I did was stopping it the only way I could."

Dastan sounded sincere and you knew he was, because he had no reason to seek impressing you. As far as you knew, his imposibility to marry Tamina darkened the triumph in his heart.

" I see you are not like them." You admitted out loud. " That's why I feel the treasure may be safe with you for now, as long as you don't let it fall in the wrong hands."

" You mean in Tus's hands?" He wondered out loud. " Are you trying to turn us against each other for your princess? "

You laid your hand in his, the one that still held your flower.

" You have good hands, strong enough to take a life but guided with the wiseness to spare it ... No hunger for unecesary slaughter."

He was enjoying the attention, you could tell he was flatered. When he noticed your glance descending, checking his frame, then stopping right at his hips he was full of himself thinking you were enjoying of the sight.

" The dagger in your belt is an ancient relique, keep it safe. "

Dastan didn't catch the full dimension of your warning, but the brief time you shared did manage to make him feel better. His best friend catched him smelling the flower and twirling it on his fingers a while after you circunstantially parted ways.

He did tease him over it, but believing it was a token of Tamina.

All what was left to secure the political marriage Tus seeked with her for not so political reasons was waiting for the arrival of King Sharaman. According to the estimations of Lord Nizam, the father of the groom was close and any matters of that sort had to be arranged by him. His blessing would determinate which one of his sons would marry the princess, not that she seemed convinced by any of them.

As a protective friend, you would advice the youngest was the best option. Not only he was keeping the dagger, you were rooting for him already. However, the fact that you started to like him made things difficult. It could be said you had trapped yourself in the very same situation Dastan was going through, only your case was considerably more hopeless.

Two persian princes trying desperately to avoid fighting for the princess of Alamut was one thing, but her handmaid laying eyes on one was simply unforgivable. The transgression it meant didn't matter to you as much as the breaking of your pacted scheme with Tamina to survive the fall.

It was too risky, you were safer the way you planned it. Even if you could make Dastan want you, it could only be for the only thing somewhat allowed between masters and servants. Once his fun with you would be over, every other man in the persian court would want to try you. Being a royal handmaid in Alamut implied being submitted to high standards, your purity was as unquestioned as the princess you served.

Before their invasion got to happen, you ratified her that you preferred death to persian hands and you intended to stick to that promise. Continuing your life of maiden away from the temple, watching her become a wife and remain by her side was what you had to do. If she had to marry Tus, then you were going to serve a persian family following the code of conduct established by the noble traditions of your city.

If she had to marry Dastan, your heart will break just a bit, but your goal of remaining intact would be stronger than ever. Invisible, undesirable to persian eyes, you were not only safer but way more usefull to the interests of your people and their sacred mission that couldn't be interrumpted.

The main supply for your facade was still inside the temple, left behind accidentally in the confussion. Nightfall had made you aware of that, when your dear friend helped you to clean up your face for a proper rest that was circunstantially delayed. Sneaking in hopes of recovering the valuable loss was the only solution, since it was most likely that persians already pillaged all the storages. The place was under their control, so reaching the temple unseen was nearly impossible.

Not to you, or at least you thought so.

In the middle of the road you wanted to move forward, but someone made it impossible. Dastan, pretending to just be going for a walk, was clearly awaiting for the end of your day serving the princess. You weren't scared anymore, but that didn't mean you wanted him to see your clean face.

Twice he begged you to stop and you acelerated the pace, but there wasn't going to be a third one. His strong arms trapped you and stopped your every movement for an instant before you began to struggle.

" Calm down!" He exclaimed prior to defending himself. " I'm not going to hurt you, i just want to talk. "

You believed him, but that didn't make you stop.

" Not a good time, let me go. "

Dastan held you tíght, making you perfectly able to feel his body against yours even if he didn't seek so.

You were like a precious load, not a prisoner. The struggle turned out in his favor on the worst possible end: your hood fell back. Exposed once more, you could only look at him with a wondering expression.

Inmediate mesmerizement was what he felt looking at your real image for the first time, he simply couldn't believe his eyes. His lips parted with pure amazement, to what you were only smiling innocently as if you tried to excuse yourself from the scheme.

What kind of miracle was he witnessing? Not only your scar was gone, your face looked completely different. The sweet woman he had already considered quite pretty regardless of her specifical flaw was in fact a divine beauty, her natural grace had nothing to envy in Tamina's.

" I hope you won't believe now that i'm a desperate slave girl. " You recalled, aware of the princess comments on who she imagined were the girls that Dastan preferred. " I didn't meant to be seen like this, even less by you."

Dastan wasn't thinking clearly, bitting his bottom lip furiously as if he intended to keep his mouth shut before he could try to kiss you.

" You are … breathtaking. " Was what he finally managed to say. " The most beautifull woman I have ever seen. "

It made you smile, then look down ignoring that the shying gesture would make your eyes land on his chest giving the compromising position.

" It's a secret, one more i'm asking you to keep. " You started to explain. " Only the priests and my lady have seen me like this. "

The revelation was a bit frustrating to him.

"How? Why?" He wondered out loud. " That's so unfair … you are so beautifull I could cry! "

Although you tried to keep serious, you couldn't help chuckling.

" It's a long story … "

He wasn't going to leave you untill his curiosity would be satisfied.

" I have all the time in the world. "

" Remember what I told you, about the dagger? " You attempted to approach the topic from an already established point. " There is real magic in Alamut, that we can sometimes combine with other great skills we have developed. Among other things, the city has excellent artists of the appearance. Tamina's looks are a reflect of that, the religious symbols on her skin are painted every single day and removed by nightfall ... and so do my scars. Experts of all sort downgrade my looks into what you have meet."

" Under your princess orders, surely. " He wrongfully accused. " I bet that arrogant spoiled girl can't handle having a servant as beautifull as her. In my humble perception, peraphs even more. "

You couldn't let him trash the reputation of your beloved princess.

" It's not what you think, Tamina has been wonderfull to me all my life. There has never been any sort of envy between us, she is my protector. "

" She forces you into a disguise because her beauty reflects her nobility and yours can't question it. " He insisted. " Not being born a noble doesn't erase the fact that you have the face of a princess and the heart of one. "

" You don't know what you are saying, I submit myself to it willingly and I have valid reasons to do it." You cutted him off. " I don't expect you to understand it, even when you seem more open than your brothers."

He lifted your chin so your eyes won't escape his.

" Then explain me, because without it, this seems an act of cruelty from the princess and i believe it needs to end. "

You tried to escape from his touch once more, out of shame regardless of your enjoyment.

" Alamut thrives to stay pure, away from any sort of corruption, but years ago an execrable act was commited on its holy ground and i'm its product … My mother commited suicide after giving birth, she couldn't stand the shame, and I became an orphan. Kindness stopped the regent from abandoning me to the fate of orphan girls outside the citadel, of ending up just like my mother."

Dastan knew what you were talking about, girls living in the streets would sooner or later get sold to brothels. You were born from rape and feared that as a mark of fate chasing you.

" The priests consulted the omens and they were amazed. They recommended I should be given to the princess to flourish with her because they knew that I would become an exceptionally fair girl. My innocence was proven in that prophecy, believing beauty was a sign of blessing showing the gods weren't blaming me for what happened. "

" I could totally believe you were blessed by your gods." He sweetly praised you. " I still don't understand how you weren't made a princess."

" The royalty of Alamut is strictly dynastical because it's the sacred keeper of a mystical secret. " You simply explained. " They didn't need to make me one of them in order to protect me."

" I'm an orphan made prince, the king gave me a family after watching me save my friend." He pridefully confessed you. " He could have made me Garsiv's servant, but he didn't. I'm a prince, his son, and his birth sons are my brothers."

" I'm a handmaid loved as a sister of the princess and that's enough for me. " You concluded. " When we realized we weren't little girls anymore and the eyes of men started to turn on us, Tamina promised me she wasn't going to let me suffer desecration. Together we elaborated this scheme. I have been wearing the fake scar since then, but I have asked to be made uglier on purpose when your army arrived to our gates because I knew your savages would end up fighting over who should steal my purity. Even without her artists, Tamina can still help me to create the disguise, but I need the supplies that were abandoned on that temple or otherwise all the persians will see me like this tomorrow morning"

There was real desperation in your voice tone at the end of your tale and it broke his heart.

" No more hidding. You won't need that anymore, because now I'm promising you that the bastard trying to lay a hand on you will fall by my blade "

He took your hand and kindly kissed your knuckles: a deal of prince.

" Would you protect me from your brothers? Or your friends? "

The mere implications were incredibly misguided.

" They are all good men, you just have to give them time and a little bit of trust. I know the enforced marriage on your princess doesn't make Tus look good, but he isn't like that. Neither are Garsiv, or Bis. If you trust me, you can totally trust them."

" I didn't trust you this willingly." You reminded him. " It was an accident."

"For much you struggled, I could tell you feel safe in my arms." Dastan commented, sensation that you shared. " And that is alright, the tragedy of your family is not a birth curse forcing you to hide from the world. We make our own destiny, my fair friend. "

The persian prince craved to kiss your lips, but he self restrained and kissed your forehead instead. Chaste display of his growing, intense affection on tone with the conversation. He liked you and could tell you felt the same, but rushing steps was counterproductive.

If he wanted to do things right, he had to start by making you feel safe beyond the promise of physical protection. He had to show you there was nothing to fear because, once living among them, the fierce persians weren't precisely the rouge barbarians in your nightmares.

On the next morning, you were cassualy re-introduced to everyone. Dastan asked you to accompany him on a walking tour arround the place in your role of local that knew the new territory better than him. During the occasion you told him bits of the local legends, and the saftest part to share of what you knew about the dagger hoping the fading of his skepticism would make him able to understand he had to give it back to Tamina.

She would get it as a wedding gift, he assured you, implying his intentions with her were over.

Your return granted a good oportunity to put his idea on practice, since Bis was already desperatedly looking for him under orders of the princes. When they looked at you, the three men were wondering if the thirst of battle had severely modified their perceptions the day before.

" Garsiv! So nice to see you, my brother! " Dastan saluted him, about to friendly mock him. " I accept your offering, the royal handmaid of Alamut is the finest company arround."

" What kind of sorcery is this? " Tus asked for him. " Her face is flawless."

" Cosmetic art, only applied in reverse. During daylight I show myself in disguise and the secrecy of night reveals my true face. " You defended yourself, ignoring the magical aspects in the questioning. " I turned myself undesirable to escape your men, but your clever brother discovered the scheme and this is how I really look like."

The regret on Garsiv's face was a perfect parallel of his initial dissapointment.

" You beautifull deceiver, i'm bafled. " He replicated in a slightly huskier tone." Is it too late to correct my mistakes? "

You answered with a cordial smile.

" The humilliation didn't hurt me in the slightlest, it was exactly what i wanted. Your disdain convinced your soldiers of staying away from me, I played you … Why should I be upset? "

The answer pleased him.

" If you put it in those terms, i guess you do believe in second chances. "

He was trying to keep it up with some uneffective flirting, but he wouldn't be the only one.

" My lord, with all the deserved respect, it's still important to remember she is beneath a man of your rank and prestige " Bis interrupted, then approached you. " Wouldn't you rather pick a humble man that would give you everything he has? Which isn't much, by the way, but for beauty like yours I would give it all. "

The surprise made you chuckle.

" Dastan should keep her, he discovered the secret. " Tus commented, amused by the situation. " Surprisingly, he is the only one she couldn't deceive. "

" Stop, all of you, before you start scaring her for real. " The youngest prince complained, then redirected his attention to you once more. " Still afraid, my nightfall enchantress? "

The threatening aspects had faded, at least two persians had humilliated themselves for you.

" Not so much, I believe peraphs we had mutually misjudged. "

Dastan had the last word, and his reason was the most convincing of all.

" I never did, I thought you were beautifull from the beggining. "

[snifekinner]

do norway and iceland for the siblings meme ??

oh FUCK yeah i willl!

who hogs the game consoles?

they band together to hog them from everyone else. denmark is bouncing on the sofa just barely clinging onto his ability not to snatch, because nor and ice are locked in a tiebreak which has been going on for a full hour. he wants a turn so badly. nor and ice will deathmatch until they both starve to death or one of them wins, whichever is sooner.

who usually causes the fights?

norway. they both have low emotional intelligence but iceland is slightly more switched on (he's younger, he has younger friends). one might say he's securely attached. norway is very avoidant-dismissive attachment: he causes fights by getting too clingy, but sometimes also for being too distant and cold.

who steals the others' clothes?

norway steals everyone's clothes. iceland wouldn't want to steal norway's clothes. he doesn't even really like borrowing stuff off norway because you can never be sure if it's been washed recently.

who eats all the good snacks before the other can get any?

neither - norway will guard the snacks vigilantly to make sure ice gets his share, and iceland isn't the greedy sort, he never takes more than his share. denmark, however...

which one gets the top bunk or bottom bunk?

iceland goes top bunk because he's ever so slightly shorter, and because norway doesn't like not being able to get to a door easily. nor also goes bottom bunk because he wakes up during the night a lot so it's easier to get out of bed and go for a wander without disturbing ice

who speaks up when the other asked for no pickles?

lmao we all know it's nor speaking up for ice. it's not even a shyness thing, ice just hates being difficult with service workers.

which one likes to go into the other's room, fart, and immediately leave?

shared behaviour. probably more iceland because he's the little brother and everyone knows little brothers are the scum of the earth.

which one bails the other out of jail?

gonna say iceland bailing norway out of jail. norway's been arrested for snufkin-style crimes (trespass, vandalism, grand larceny). iceland doesn't get arrested, partly because he's not the type to break the law and partly because there's like 4 police officers in iceland and he knows them all by name

which one won't stop repeating an embarrassing story about their sibling as a child?

norway norway norway. not just one embarrassing story but multiple embarrassing stories. constantly. you ever heard the phrase, "to dine out on a good story" meaning it's a story you can tell loads of people over dinner? nor has a six course banquet about ice's childhood stories.

who do they each think the favourite child is?

they both know it's denmark.

that said, i did have a great story going with my friend anna (bruh idk what your tumblr is anymore, lmk so i can tag you) where ancient scandinavia (i.e. norway's mum) and he had a really fractious but interesting relationship. he always thought he was her least favourite but it was because she recognised he could use magic like her and wanted to make him tough. it was such a great story ugh, i should write a fic about it

ed: ITS @nyoiiceland !!! 💖

anyway thanks for the ask anon! if u wanna pm your blog i would love to send an ask back!

[ru5t]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ more or less as u please i am just.... brrrrrr on vibes for some reason for them i'm so sorry ik it's shown aKHBJSCHNCS

Every ⭐️ exchanges for a headcanon about our characters’ (potential or existing) dynamic.

I did not mark the codependent box but I think. actually. the potential exists because I have now realized Maddy's brother simply does not exist in this verse (or they were separated before they could really. get dependent on each other but-) which that. sounds like I'm saying CJ would replace her brother and it's not like that i just mean like. maddy has that kind of bonding as a capacity and given that it isn't filled it might even be more relevant than ever, in this verse, which I had not previously considered. especially if they're like, in any way bonded before/while she's otherwise on her own, y'know? and it could be like. kind of like that thread to follow that says "the world is bigger than where you are" if that??? makes sense?? b/c... she does a weird version of codependent where it's less like being tied at the hip and more like running to the end of a tether so hard that it yanks her to a stop and then going back to the person holding her down(positive) and then. running again. rinse n repeat. still tied but she's gonna like, yo-yo about it. and she does that with several of her dynamics but it's stronger in some than others just like, depending. and i think that could happen here in a really intense way esp because i almost feel like CJ is kind of the same way so it's just like. idk weird mutual push n pull

with the way their birthdays are (April 17th and May 5th) this makes it possible that like. they're just a couple weeks short of a perfect year's age difference and i think this is the ideal age distance between them where Maddy is older but like, not by enough that it makes a huge difference and i don't know there's just something about it being almost a perfect year but not quite that my brain really likes. and then they can have little squabbles about it ("well i'm older so you have to do what i say" "well im taller, so fuck you" and then the threats start) and ultimately it's like. it's only 11 months and for all intents and purposes they're the same age ;dkfjg;ldkjg

CJ being a clothes thief and Maddy also being a clothes thief ("borrower") potentially means that sometimes. CJ will steal something from someone and then Maddy steals it from CJ and this has probably resulted in some very silly shenanigans at least once but maybe lots of times. and also more squabbling ft. them arguing over the shirt and the person it originally belonged to like ????? IT'S NEITHER OF URS?????

i think. the initial 'found a stray cat' maybe didn't take? like hear me out like. it was maybe the first time she runs away after CJ encourages it and it creates the thought/pattern of Maddy repeatedly trying to escape right but i think. that first time everybody's too little and by isle law Maddy like, belongs to a different faction and in the place she ended up so she just gets shipped right back and there's not a lot anyone (of the people who care even a little bit) can do about it. so there's still those years of kind of being trapped. and it's for both of them. b/c Maddy's trapped where she is and CJ's under Hook's thumb for most of this era and it all just generally generates the wedge between them except the wedge being there might even be part of the motivator to spend any time together (for the Spite of it all, against the 'rules' and the challenge of it and maybe even common sense) and it's not until Maddy can fight her own way out and make herself useful to the other gang that she actually gets to get away for real and by then i think CJ would have fallen into her more party-like dalliances (after the siblings left) and just generally being out of touch which would put some distance between them as it's very much not Maddy's thing and also she's not so eager to risk being like, too far out of what is for the first time in a long time something even kind of safe and THEN CJ freakin evaporates from isle D:< and eventually comes back and you think Maddy'd be mad about it and she definitely was but like, in that "I am going to KICK YOUR ASS" while marveling at the fact she's not dead and probably even hugging her before they both get weird about it

and I really do think they squabble and snark and stuff constantly like just.... sarcasm and bitey little comments. and yet they're still hanging out and doing that tether thing. this is because they're nice to each other in Code, because that's the way being nice works, obviously. you have to hide it under like 12 layers of being a little bitch.

CJ....Maddy's scary dog privilege. send post.

[bookwyrminspiration]

hi! 1. i have been on the road for hours but am finally getting close to home and oh man quil it is so good to see all the familiar landmarks and foliage again, i forgot how absolutely homesick i was but this is such a place to be homesick for, and 2. this is not about found family AND i still haven't. actually finished the entire series really so i don't even know how satisfactory the ending is (or if i've already recommended it haha) but the false prince, which is part of the ascendance series, might be a fun read for you! i remember reading tgl for the first time and the main character's Voice reminded me SO MUCH of sage, the mc from that book, that i had to sit down and check if the authors were the same (they were not). it's abt this orphan kid who gets kidnapped so he can compete w a handful of other boys to impersonate the late prince who had been killed years ago and become a, i think it's called a puppet ruler? for some guy. it is EXTREME amounts of fun from what i remember of it haha--my brother and i didn't know there were other books until like this year though, which sucks because it's like!!!! i think like four other books!!! that's so wild!!! it was one of our favorites!!! so i mean it's your choice if u would ever read the entire series bc i can't guarantee the quality of it but i genuinely love the entire tone of the first book it's just so well done :)

Hello! 1. I am so so glad for you--when I was coming home a couple weeks ago it was so nice to see the streets and know where we were, how the traffic flowed, the kinds of stops and lights you'd find, the way's the streets looked. In CA it was so green everywhere and I was just like. what the fuck where are my Rocks and Dirt and why do we have to take so many uturns. wishing you pleasant dreams back in your own place with your own food and clothes and atmosphere <3

2. !!! I have that series!! I own the first three--though I think my sister's had the first book for a few years, because she borrowed it a while back and never gave it back. same with the lightning thief. and I didn't realize until like a year ago that there's a book 4 + 5 now, so I haven't finished the series either. I actually. Don't know if I ever read past book 1--I think I started book 2, but stopped a few chapters in? I can't say for certain because it was so long ago--I read the false prince almost a decade ago, in elementary school for battle of the books, so I've forgotten nearly everything.

And I remember I really loved the voice as well! I might've even stopped partway into book 2 because the voice didn't feel the same, but again. it's been a while. I remember very little except for the final twist, with the fools gold thing. But I know elementary me was blown off her fucking feet with that I was SO astonished and blind-sided.

But!! Because I own books 2 + 3 but haven't finished them, I do fully intend to reread the false prince at some point in the future so I can read those! on my quest to read all the books I own! so while I can't have any meaningful conversation about any of it (i forgot his name was sage, for example...), I will be able to someday!! i don't know if I've ever seen anyone else talk about or mention the series--and I didn't know that was its name--so very cool that you have!

[slytherinshua]

I went on a random train of thought and I'd like you to join me ahaha. I read a fic there and thought "hmm a person to cuddle when I'm cold does sound nice" because I am literally always cold. Then (I have some strange trains of thought please bear with me lol) I was thinking about how I've just started to steal my best friend's fleece when we are out (if the 2 jumpers and raincoat that I'm already wearing aren't enough lol) and I then started to think about how I should get my own because it's a nice fleece lol, which THEN made me start to think about the fleece that Sangyeop was always wearing during the NA tour.

All that to say I can't stop thinking about how he would be so sweet and give the fleece if I was cold ahaha. He's too good for this world lol. I could see Yechan putting up a fight, but I WOULD win. He would either take pity on me eventually or I would annoy him so much that he'd give me his jumper to shut me up. I wouldn't ask Wonsang for his jumper, he deserves the world and I couldn't live with myself knowing that I made him cold. (Although he is definitely a sweetheart and would give it to me anyway, so I'd have to try and bargain with him lol). Gwangil would react in the same way my brother would I think? He'd tell me that I should have prepared to be cold, but would then still give me his jumper. (Although I could see him being a lot nicer than my brother lol)

I hope you enjoyed this random journey with me lol (and that you stay warm!! Unless you want to be cold? I won't judge ahaha)

OMG UR SO REAL I LITERALLY HAVE BAD CIRCULATION BCUZ OF MULTIPLE HEALTH REASONS AND I GET SO COLD 😭😭😭 my fingers and toes will turn blue and purple even indoors 🧍‍♀️ OMG UR A GENIUS THAT ONE FLEECE WAS SO SKDJKSJDJSKSJS

no he def would he would be super attentive too and realize when u start shivering so u don’t even have to ask he’s already draping it around your shoulders OR EVEN pulling u close to him and putting it on u as if u need help putting ur arms through the arm holes but like he just wants to do it for u :((

I could see yechan running away the second you ask but only jokingly and you’ll have to chase him. and by the time you’ve caught him the blood is flowing and you’re not even cold anymore so he’ll be like “well now you don’t need it”. BUT IN THE END HE WILL STILL GIVE IT TO YOU CAUSE HE KNOWS YOULL GET COLD AGAIN :(

YK WONSANGS ONE RLY RLY FLUFFY HOODIE LIKE OMG I COULD NEVER ASK TO STEAL THAT FROM HIM EVEN JUST CAUSE ITS SO ICONIC (and I’d feel bad). Like he’s made so many songs in that hoodie he lounges in it like lucy don’t have a ton of clothes that they wear on the day to day so if they’re not being dressed by stylists you can slowly pick up on their favourites to wear AND WONSANG AND THAT HOODIE OH MY GOD NOOOOO :(((( I feel like he would offer it to you but in the end he’d get cold as well so maybe you would do a little sheeta pazu situation 🥹🥹🥹

yeah gwangil would probably (being the realist he is) go on a little tangent abt how you never prepare for being cold despite always knows ur gonna be lmao. he’d act like he hates giving away his sweater but he rly doesn’t mind in actuality. he likes seeing you warm that’s all that matters to him 🥹🥹 but he would be proud of you if you started to dress warm enough you don’t need to borrow. I also feel like he’d hold your hands in his to warm them up for you to try to warm up your body if you were rly rly cold :((

I DID THIS WAS SO FUN HEHE I love lucy :( ALSO I TOTALLY DIDNT EXPECT THE CB ANNOUNCEMENT TO BE SO SOON I WAS EXPECTING MAYBE SEPT COMEBACK BUT ITS LITERALLY IN 2 WEEKS SO OKAY DKDJSKSK IM SO EXCITED THO IT LOOKS ETHEREAL LIKE HAZE DID I JUST KNOW IM GONNA LIKE IT :( when the haze trailer came out and i saw the clouds that yechan painted i just knew it was gonna be my fav ever AND I WAS RIGHT HAZE IS LITERALLY MY FAV TITLE TRACK 🥹🥹🥹 but i hope you stay warm too being cold is literally no fun at all </3 although i do hate summer more than winter i love sitting next to a fire under some blankets with warm fuzzy socks and a hot drink 🥹🥹 and watching kpop or a kdrama or writing while i do it its just the best ever ☹️☹️

[castle-dominion]

c3x22 to love & die in LA

Ooh a plot heavy episode lol acab Dude it might be easier to hop than it is to crawl idk. Wow mafia lookin dude Lol the sarcastic "scary"

What time of day is this? Castle is here first! Lanie <3 I keep forgetting that bounty hunters are real. Arrest probs. Yep arrest. At least he still has a face.

Just like Murdoch! Ryan taking things back to s1 rly quick here with his outfit like that huh Silencers don't make them completely silent, they just dampen the noise

Royce has nice brown eyes & freckles

Beckett shut it Girl. Girl no.

She has a pic of him with her? That's sweet. (Also reminds me of george crabtree with a picture in his house with an awkward murdoch. if he wasn't so head over heels for julia he would be in love with... well pendrick but if he wasn't head over heels for pendrick he would be in love with george. Remember that time when william asked george out to the christmas ball?)

This is what it's like sitting in the back of a car with my two brothers & they put me in the middle Bro you could stand up to let her out, it's like the bus! It's castle obv. (could clip, but I won't)

I'll be your backup <3

"under the radar" cut to a fancy car Castle is so cocky Ew neat mural... I like maurice. Beckett has some really LA type clothing here...

Mob ties?

WAIT WHAT Guest house, reminds me of Japan. "Me too" XD apparently they went thru several iterations before settling on that.

Their little handshake

y'all PLEASE watch the bonus features if you can. Apparently this IS where they shoot Castle & even the camera ones are literally the ones who work on Castle. She's in rehab???

Raley & ochoa? That's VERY original castle /s. lmao doesn't huerve mean egg? what is that handshake? I love it RC: You're a cop, so it's your job. Rick go talk to ryan about his motivations & then make smth up for Raley! Update: I have now watched the audio commentaries & stuff for s1. Apparently Ryan was a boring character so Dever started carrying around Richard Castle books, probably borrowing them from beckett. Dever went "what is my character's motivation^/" & they said "idk" so he started reading castle books.

KB: *talking abt the case* KB: *trails off once she sees bootleg rysposito* (clipping)

GIRL "HOLA CHICA" IS EASIER TO WRITE THAN "GREETING IN SPANISH" WTF Aw look at them kiss in the morgue. LP: Wait is your friend that top-heavy tramp in reception? JE: Hm? What? HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO DISSOLVE? YOU MIGHT WANT TO SNAP SOME PICS QUICK. (clipping)

Did they call? How did rick learn abt the dissolving bullets? (love how he is on conspiracy websites tho lol) Girl??? Also the lockpick scene was ok except for the fact that she didn't physically unlock the door after getting the pegs aligned Watch ur fingerprints. No all the way back to new york? they're going to go back & then once in new york they'll have to come back to LA If royce can't hunt bounties then he'd totally be a PI Nice to hear LAPD instead of NYPD.

Ooh robbery homicide LMAO IT REALLY IS MUCH WORSE THAN ARREST. IT'S LIKE WHEN YOUR DAD SAYS HE'S NOT MAD JUST DISAPPOINTED. They often say "welcome to new york" & now it's "welcome to LA" & I think it's a nice change of pace.

Ryan outfit: patterned shirt, collared button-up as usual, tie. I love the little brother things here. Imagine if it was martha's acting school. Ryan just held up his fingers to say "line two" but montgomery saw & hun he might just hop on the phone too. JE: Sup girl? Hey she's genuinely being useful in the investigation. Or maybe not, maybe she's just telling them what to do even tho they can do it on their own See? Castle is smart enough

Now this is intense I love it. I also love how the man goes into the office just wearing his surfwear.

Ha not that good. Way ahead of you bro. These two are a great team. (tbh I'm clipping this bc I like seeing them do smart stuff)

Just like castle! Making up stories to mess with you! You're not so bad yourself castle??? Are u in a relationship? If she wasn't I'd say kiss kiss kiss. Huh her nails are painted.

Maurice my beloved lmao no it only melts nazis ok bud Could have yelled "coming, one sec" "We're not on the case anymore" I like Seeger's tie No, seeger went to the house for something. Wait it was for the gal who stole the stuff nvm.

Mum caught on right away that they would use the props YES RALEY/TAYLOR & OCHOA/HERVE! That's the dumbest thing ever I love how he just accepts that

This is so great. Apparently this is the same interview room as usual, they just changed it up a bit to make it look like the movie set. I mean you're right child molesters are the lowest of the low but they usually get killed so they are not actually IN prison. I like how we get to see the dramatic upset behind the set. update: OH it's bc we usually get to see people in the observation room like montgomery $500 is cheap af I wonder if they filmed that for the bonus features of the nikki heat film but they probably wouldn't include Reggie in there. Does this mean I can leave?

She's just walkin by stripping from all of the costume stuff they gave her None of the other ones are before a height measure thing, only Mannis is. He also looks to be above 6' even tho his profile says 6'0" update: THE EASTER EGGS FURIED CROWS

MAURICE! Also I can't tell if this guy is fancy, european, or gay. It's like that song, gay or european, & it's like dirk gently, possibly gay & definitely european.

Wow definitely not new york. Man has a tattoo. Oh of course they couldn't resist a shot of this. Does she have any bullet wounds? Appendicitis scars? I'm into girls but I'm not into this. (I'm into girls like Ryan who is not a girl. He is a lesbian to me though.) What accent is this? She grabbed his wrist now he's the one holding her hand? Weird

I thought that was the original plan lol RC: DOn't poke me! KB: Poke you? I want to kiss you! SO DO IT ALREADY (won't clip)

Decently obvious lie... (BESTIES HOW DO THEY BECOME GOOD ACTORS FOR 5X10 & HOW DID ESPOSITO LOSE ALL OF HIS "WE WERE TRAINED NOT TO GIVE UP INFORMATION" SKILLS?) Why did RM say this to espt instead of saying "you or you"? Also I'd def excpect esposito the "we were trained not to give up information" man to be good at lying. JE: *nods to ryan* RM: *Smiles as the two walk away* They are her brothers <3

RC out of the blue: Can i interest you in one of these robes? Seeger: ? No! Thank you!

Where in the world are they meeting her? Ok but the way Ryan whips his jacket around mm These two are partners & I love them He just answer's some stranger's phone with "yo" lol KB: ... ESPOSITO??? JE: BECKETT??? KB: Are you with mannis? JE, casually: Yeah I just shot him KB: JE: Why r u calling him? KB: Look we need to know where & when ganz is selling those bullets JE: Done JE, to mannis: Where's the deal going down? *gun pressed to his throat* DM: I'm hit man call an ambulance JE: Well my partner's on that KR: Nine, one... what comes after that one? DM: I;m in pain here man! JE gets the location out of him by pressing in on him & putting him in pain (acab) & then bringing the cell phone to the screaming man's voice & then he cracks, that easy, tells em where to go. KR comes in after that asking who shot royce which was a good call. It was Ganz.

the heck does "quarter of six" mean? Do you mean 5:15 or do you mean 5:45 or do you mean 6:15? I would say quarter TO six for 6.30, quarter PAST six for 6.15, third PAST six for 6.20 & half PAST six for 6.30. Yo where did beckett get a gun?

That's a sus buff tattooed guy She says "police" instead of nypd bc she doesn't have jurisdiction here & she is not lapd. Yo, nice knife! Mmm a smouldering cigar Hun u better have the safety on & the gun not cocked. easy way to lose a buttock. Glad we got a shot of her booty tho. She's not my type (except for maybe s1 beckett) but I can still appreciate a pretty lady.

Apparently she had to learn how to vault a gate on set that day in front of a hundred plus people. She tries to do most of her own stunts tho. I never imagined hell looked like you ugh good line good line First names <3 Girl u put the safety on right?

I like their little friendly ending together & then DX rick gives him a housecoat that's so great lol

I thought about it. But I knew I never would. I knew I couldn't

NOTE FROM A DEAD GUY SHIPS THEM. Care & love does not need to be romantic ig... Wait he wrote the note in all caps

I loved the costumes in this episode. V nice. v good.

It was a different episode today! I enjoyed it a lot! & I went five minutes overtime in my watch (I give myself double time to watch it) but other than that yeah I'm happy!

(Got some good clips here today)

[apolyian-alluvial]

n o c t u a r y {s i x}

n o c t u a r y {linked universe x demi-god reader}

content warning: some swearing

The pale yellow walls of the Apollo cabin are just as you left them; cheerful on a good day, obnoxious on a bad day. The white floorboards creak under your weight, they’ve always been noisy, but it’s the only noise inside the cabin. It’s unusually silent. Even if no one is inside, the radio is always playing in the background or someone left their iPod on shuffle. 

You look around but find no one. The beds are unmade, their covers thrown around haphazardly. Clothing is strewed all over the floor. A broken bow, its upper limb snapped in half, rests against a bed frame. A lyre with its strings cut in half peeks out from under another bed. Half-finished art projects cover the desks, some just angry scribbles and others blobs of paint. Vases of wilting yellow flowers occupy the window sills. The smell of burnt bay leaves perfumes the air. 

You’ve only seen the cabin this messy twice before, when you and your siblings were grieving. 

There’s only one last place to check, one last place to hide in the cabin, the loft upstairs. Originally it was built for the cabin leader, a small space for privacy, but it changed into a place to hang out for your siblings. They certainly have no qualms in jumping into your bed during sunrise or lounging around when they’re feeling lazy. A lone figure occupies the bed now, curled up in a tight ball. 

Your knees almost give away as they knock into the bed frame. “...Will..” 

The boy shoots up like he’s been burned. His golden curls have lost some of their shine and definition, falling limply around his sallow skin. His sky blue eyes are wide, glassy, and spooked, as though he’s seen a ghost. He looks like shit and you know it’s because of you. You reach out one hand, wanting to comfort your younger brother when you finally notice what he’s wearing. 

“Is that my fucking hoodie?” 

Being the oldest, it’s inevitable that you have to share with your siblings. Most of the time you don’t mind letting them borrow your art supplies or musical instruments for a day or two. But you draw the line at clothes. If you let them take your clothes whenever they pleased, you would have nothing to wear. Kayla’s the main offender, insisting your clothes are more comfortable despite owning similar wardrobes. Yan always takes one of your sweaters when he’s feeling particularly homesick. Will has taken all of your flannels for himself. So yeah, you’re a bit overprotective of your clothes, especially when you bought an (overpriced) hoodie from the bookstore of your future university. 

“Are you a ghost?” Will asks, voice hoarse from disuse. It makes you wince. 

“Yeah, I am. I sensed you took my hoodie and I’ve come to take it back.” 

His lips twitch, as though he’s unsure whether or not he should laugh. Out of automatic instinct, he pulls it over his head and throws it to your awaiting arms. One hand reaches tentatively up, fingers shaking as they press against your forearm. You feel the weight of the touch, but the area his fingers meet your figure shimmers and turns a purple color, as if you were a hologram. 

This isn’t real then. It’s just a dream.

“I’m not dead, Will,” you say quietly. “My quest took a turn for the worst and I ended up…I ended up in a different universe, one where there are no Greek gods at all.” 

“Sounds like a vacation,” Will jokes weakly after a moment of silence. He peers at you with glassy eyes. “Are you…are you safe?”

You take Will’s hand in your own, ignoring how your skin ripples with purple light, how you can feel the touch but it does nothing to comfort your heart. “I’m okay. A group of heroes found me and offered me a spot with them until I can come home. I can’t- I don’t know when that’ll be though.” 

Your brother grips your hand tightly, knuckles going white. “We couldn’t help but assume…Dad’s been refusing to answer our prayers and Lady Hecate has been silent…and at the end of the week, Chiron insisted that-” his voice breaks. “That we burn your funeral shroud.” 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.” 

You can’t imagine it; your siblings forced to go through another funeral burning, another older sibling lost. After the war with the titans, there’d been hushed rumors amongst the other cabins that the Apollo cabin leader position was cursed. You shut those rumors up quite easily, but it’d done its damage. None of your brothers or sisters looked forward to you turning eighteen and leaving for college. They didn’t want to imagine all the dangers you would face in the outside world. None of them wanted to be the next leader, didn’t want the fate that awaited them.

Your hand slips from Will’s and you watch with horror as your fingers start to fade away. Coldness starts to burn through your body and you know your time here is up. “I’ll come back you Will, I’ll come back to all of you, I swear it on the River Styx.” 

You’ll return back to it all, back to Will’s gentle hands and bright smile. Return to attend another one of Austin’s jazz concerts and help Kayla dye her hair some vivid color. Come back and listen to Jerry ramble on about musicals and plays while Gracie draws the characters. You’ll return one day to write poetry with Yan and you’ll let him add his favorite songs to the campfire playlist. One day, you’ll be complete again.  

The image of your brother fades away as your vision bleeds black and purple. The biting cold creeps up your body like a thousand of little spiders. For a moment, you’re stranded in nothingness, just existing in a void with your senses stolen from you. Hands grip your shoulders and it shocks you out of nothing. You scramble against the hold, trying to escape from it, but large hands pin you down against a hard surface. Your ears ring sharply and a voice tries to speak over it with little success. Only as the ringing subsides, does the voice calm you. 

“It’s okay, don’t try to move so much. You’re alright.” 

You stare into the purplish blue eyes of Twilight. “Hello.” 

He offers you a weary smile. “Hey. You with me now?” 

You sit up so fast your vision swims for a moment. You dodge the hands that try to keep you down as you climb shakily to your feet. The trees are no longer green. The plain you’re in is surrounded by trees with fiery red and orange leaves. The occasional tree possesses yellow leaves amongst the rare pine. It is not the same woods you were once travelling. “Where am I?” 

“That’s what we’re still trying to figure out.” 

A finger pokes your back. “Where did you get that?” 

You crane your head over your shoulder to look at Wind. His bleached blond hair is tousled from the journey but otherwise, he appears fine. He’s looking at something tucked under your arm. At the sight of the familiar material, you can’t help but laugh, like bending over and clutching your stomach type of laughter. You’ve given up long ago on understanding the laws of space and how reality works, one tends to stop questioning things with a Greek god as a parent, but stealing your hoodie back across reality has got to be one of the best things that’s ever happened to you. 

Wind leans over to Twilight and whispers not so subtly, “I think they’re losing it.” 

Your laughter dies down and you wipe a stray tear from your eye. “I’m sorry, I really am losing it, but look!” You show your hoodie proudly. “I stole this back from my brother!” 

Wind and Twilight exchange glances. “Hyrule? Can you come here? Our guest hit their head.” 

Hyrule looks over. He’s kneeling beside a grumpy-looking Sky, checking his chest for anything wrong. He starts to get up but you wave him away. “No, I’m fine. I didn’t hit anything.” The curly-haired teen comes over anyway, he tries to poke around your head, but you dodge his insistent fingers. 

“Is everyone here?” Time asks, voice ringing loudly across the clearing. “Is anyone hurt?” 

“No,” Hyrule answers. “But Four has a headache.” He gestures towards a motionless lump laying face down. 

“Champion, where are we at?” Time’s voice draws your attention back. Subconsciously, you start inching forward to where he’s standing flanked by Warriors and Wild. 

Wild stares down at his stone iPad, face hauntingly blank. “Akkala. Near the base of Ulri Mountain.” 

“Figure out the closest town or place to restock and rest.” Time clasps a gentle hand on Wild’s shoulder, but when he turns toward you, the cold anger and irritation are a startling difference. “That will be the last time you go after the Shadow by yourself.” 

“Okay.” 

Time inhales sharply. “If you think you can go after the Shadow, then you can act like a proper member of our group. You will help us with chores, stand watch at night, and battle with us. You’ll be expected to pull your own weight.” 

“Of course,” you say pleasantly. As an afterthought, you add, “Sir.” 

“We will still try to help you get back to your own world, but if something important comes up, that will take precedent.” 

“I understand, sir.” 

Time stares down at you, as if he could decipher your sudden mood change by staring into your eyes. You stare back at him, even daring to smile sweetly. He narrows his eyes at you, suspicion clear in his gaze before turning away. He calls Warriors and Wild to his side, and they whisper in hushed tones, all huddled over the stone iPad. Once you’re sure his attention is turned off of you, your smile drops and you glower at his back. You have no choice but to listen to him now. The thought bubbles uncomfortably in your mind and simmers acidly in your stomach. 

You break away to the edge of the group, clutching your sweater close to you. It smells like laundry dried in the sun and the sharp sting of disinfectant. 

That night, you play along with Wind’s games. You don’t complain when Wild ropes you into helping with dinner or dishes. Twilight sets up your bed roll for you with an awkward smile before scampering off to his own blankets beside Time. You fall asleep fitfully that night, far too aware of the changing dynamics of the group and a promise you made that could cost you your life. 

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Legend waits until most of the camp has fallen asleep. His steps fall silently as he creeps toward where their guest is sleeping between Four and Wind, their traveling pack left unguarded. He grabs it by a strap, pausing momentarily when the demi-god shuffles a little bit in their sleep. A few seconds pass with no movement. Legend yanks the pack to him and steps away just as silently. Time says nothing as he takes a seat by the fire. The old man, still bitter about losing the Shadow earlier makes no comment about the invasion of privacy. Legend can’t bring himself to care either. Back in Ordon, he was only able to glance over all the objects shoved into the yellow pack, but now, he’s going to thoroughly inspect everything to make sure the demi-god isn’t working against them. 

Resting on top of the pack are several round, tin containers. Legend knows they’re healing balms and salves, their pungent scents, and Hyrule’s expertise confirmed it. He still opens one. Lavender wafts upward, and Legend resists the temptation to dip his fingers in it and smear it across his wrists to keep smelling it and to store it away in his own pack. He allows himself a few sniffs of the calming smell before setting it beside the rest of the tins. Legend pulls out a roll of bandages, a small bottle of golden liquid, and a clear bag that has some sort of squashed dessert. 

Next, come the clothes. The demi-god must have lost their common sense because who in their right mind wears bright, eye-watering orange on an adventure? It’s just begging for a monster to come and attack them. Even worse, they own two of the same shirt in the gods awful color. He sets the folded shirts on top of blue pants and a pair of rolled-up socks. What he’s truly looking for is at the bottom of the bag. 

Legend is no stranger to books. During the rare moment he has between adventures, he loves to sit and read. It’s one of the ways he’s picked up multiple languages, but no language like this. For the life of him, he can’t understand what the book is saying. He first thought it was a code, something the demi-god and the Shadow came up with, but it’s a bit excessive to have hundreds of pages of code. The multiple items shoved between the pages also make the code theory more and more implausible. No one would bother keeping seemingly sentimental momentos in between all that. 

Of all the momentos, the one’s that intrigue him the most are the small paintings. They remind him a lot of Wild’s photos, just, actually on paper. The first one Legend pulls out is of a golden young man, golden hair, golden eyes, golden skin. He’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt and blue pants and leaning back against the railing of a bridge. The smile he gives is absolutely cocky, self-assured. One of his arms is wrapped around a woman who shares a startling resemblance to the demi-god. Their parents. The edges of the photo painting have gone soft with age, almost fraying in some parts. There’s small scripture on the back, in yet another foreign language, the lettering different than the book. 

The second is of the demi-god and a boy. The demi-god is younger, perhaps twelve or thirteen. They’re smiling, bright and full of pure happiness as they wrap their arm around the waist of a boy. The boy’s grin is downright mischievous, as if he’s just stolen something right under your nose or set something on fire. Like the demi-god, he has short rounded ears, but the tip of them are pointed just the slightest. They’re wearing multi-color t-shirts like they dipped the shirts in multiple pots of dye, but they have the same symbols as the orange t-shirts, a silhouette of a winged horse. 

The third photo has seven people in it. The demi-god is in the center of it, holding a horribly decorated cake. The frosting is a horrendous yellow with candles stuck randomly on the top. Little candies are scattered on top with no rhyme or reason. Many of the unknown kids are wearing colorful, pointed hats. It’s clear even though none of the people look similar, that they’re related. It’s in the way they smile, how bright their eyes are. 

There’s more photo paintings, one of a scowling boy and one with eyes as clear as the sky, but he takes no interest in those. More things are shoved in between the pages. Scrap bits of paper with something written on them in that blasted, foreign language, little doodles, and even a feather, yet nothing that reveals anything of malicious intent. If anything, it reminds him of a journal he once kept. There isn’t anything that proves their new addition is working with the shadow. (But there isn’t anything that disproves it either). 

Legend quietly admits defeat to himself. He packs the bag back to the way he found it. There’s other pockets on the bag, he knows that, but they don’t have anything of interest; a strange set of playing cards and a small bar of soap. As quietly as ever, he deposits the pack back over to the sleeping demi-god.

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this chapter sucks but thank you so much for reading!!💖💖

[cubicle-eyes]

hey, it’s a bit late where im at and ngl- i kinda just had a thought and u can decide whether u wanna write it out or not-

so like, mike’s brother right? he’s on his way to find Nancy, and therefore has to go through the high school (he doesn’t go there) now that morning he woke up in a hurry and just grabbed whatever clothes he could find, and somehow ended up with mike’s hellfire shirt- and then Eddie sees him in the hallway. so he like questions him and stuff and then Mike notices and explains to eddie and stuff- lol idk, have a nice day man ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Quickly!

Eddie Munson x M!Reader

I made the reader live with an aunt and uncle somewhere else, and he's chrrently visting Hawkins for the day. Who knows why , he just does. Hope you like it! If not just request again!

Reader is  JUST graduated from another Highschool in a different county

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Y/N threw open the front door, scanning the area he could see quickly.

"Mom!"

He called, and she appeared around the corner. She grinned.

"Hi Y/N-"

"Mom, I am really sorry, but I just spilled my entire coke down my shirt, do you think Mike's clothes will fit?"

"Oh, yes. Just drop your shirt up there too."

"Alright, thanks."

"Kids, not even saying hello to their parents anymore."

Y/N heard his dad grumble, but he ignored it, trotting upstairs. Nancy had left a school camera in Y/N's car when he drove her and Mike to school, and when Y/N had noticed by glancing in his rearview mirror, the amazing coincidences of nature had him it a bump, spilling the rest of his can of coke down his shirt. Not only was the shirt soaked, but now his seat was probably sticky.

He dug through Mike's drawers for a minute, pulling out the first thing that looked like it would fit. He pulled his shirt off and slid this one on, dropping his own shirt in the hamper behind Mike's door. He basically ran down the stairs, saying goodbye to his parents and racing outside.

Y/N was totally, definetly speeding, but if anybody noticed nothing happened, so he just parked and trot up to the school doors. He awkwardly opened them, trying to way more careful than needed with the camera. The hallways were swimming with students, which Y/N had expected, but it was still weird to see so many. He glanced around, trying to spot the office so he could call Nancy down to pick up the camera.

He started towards it, but accidentally bumped into one of the students. Y/N scrambled for the camera, maming sure he had it securely before turning to apologize to the student. He was looking at Y/N weirdly.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to bump you."

"Where'd you get that shirt?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, noticing the boy had the same shirt on too.

"Borrowed it. Why?"

"Who'd you borrow it from? They're club shirts."

"Y/N?"

Mike called, trotting over. Y/N turned his attention to him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find Nancy. She left a camera in the car."

"Wheeler?"

The boy questioned, and absent-mindedly both boys turned to him.

"Yes?"

"Woah. Unison. That was creepy. You two, uh, brothers?"

"Yeah. Y/N, why are you wearing my spare shirt?"

"Spilled something on mine. It was the only thing I could find that fit."

Mike frowned, and the boy looked at Y/N differently now. He pat Y/N's shoulder.

"Well, double Wheeler, I'm Eddie. The shirts are exclusive, so you can imagine where my mind was."

"Y/N. Double Wheeler sounds like a game. No worries, I understand."

"Well, let me take you to the office, hm?"

"Ed, you have to get to class."

Mike pointed out, gesturing to the students disapating into hallways. Eddie waved him off.

"Oh go on. Don't want to ruin your grades."

"God. Bye, Y/N."

"Bye, Mikeybabe."

"MIKEYBABE?!"

Eddie laughed, and Y/N grinned triumphantly when Mike's ears turned beet red. He flipped Y/N off.

"No more nicknames!"

"Yeah, go to class, Mikeybabe."

"Eddie!"

Eddie was till laughing and wheezing as Mike trot down the hallway and into a classroom. Y/N nudged Eddie as he walked past the curly haired boy.

"Well, accompying me to the office or not?"

"Coming, coming. Gotta keep the general safe."

Eddie made a gun with his fingers, crouching dramatically and pointing it around. He stood back up when Y/N grinned, catching up to the boy. Eddie pushed the door open for him, bowing, and Y/N rolled his eyes. He sat the camera down on the office assistant's desk as she gave him a cold look.

"Hi. My sister left this camera in my car."

"What's her name?"

"Nancy. Nancy Wheeler."

She called her to the office over the intercom, and thanked Y/N. Y/N nodded, seeing Nancy quickly approaching through the door.

"Thank god. You are the best."

She gave Y/N a quick side hug, grabbing the camera.

"I was just about to get in trouble for forgetting it to. Bye, Y/N!"

"Bye Nance, have a good day! Alright, Mrs. Trulley, I'll be out of your hair."

Y/N bid farewell to the office assistant as he left, Eddie trailing behind him. Y/N didn't mention Eddie as he followed him to the front door until he was half-certain Eddie would have completely followed him out of the school.

"Don't you have class, Eddie?"

"I never go to the first class. They can't fail me again."

"Again? You repeat a year?"

"Mhm."

"Huh. We're the same age."

"Yep. Hey, you ever play DnD?"

"I've usually been a Master, I never got into the actual playing part. I used to DM for the boys."

"Great. Meet me outside right here at four."

"Wait, why?"

"You're~ Going to watch us play tonight. You already have a shirt on, so why not?"

Y/N grinned, giving Eddie a sly look.

"If this is your idea of asking me out, you're quite bad at it."

"Woah, woah. I am not bad at it."

Eddie smirked, his hands finding way under his vest and on the small of his back as he leaned forward slightly. Y/N rolled his eyes.

"I'll be here at four. What's your last name?"

"Munson. Though maybe it'll be Wheeler someday."

"You are very forward."

Y/N laughed, pushing the door open finally and stepping out, waving and laughing when Eddie pressed his face against the door, squishing it against the glass.

He drove to his parents house to hang out with them, catch up while his other siblings were at school, but  his mind never truly let that Eddie Munson out of his head.

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I might make a part 2 to this, because I actually really like it. Thanks for the request, anon!  -💙