#we lost one bbg today

[awoogayanderes]

A FINAL FAREWELL

➪ pairing : fyodor dostoyevsky x reader ( with a smudge of nikolai x reader if you squint )

➪ sypnosis : he can’t possibly be dead right ? …right ?

➪ other notes : not my best work but i wanted more fyodor and nikolai angst :3

“he’s dead,” the white haired man said to you. “nikolai that isn’t funny, fyodor should be here by now,” you said, annoyance creeping up. nikolai didn’t say anything, he was silent. you don’t remember the last time he stayed quiet, when he didn’t have anything to say. “nikolai…what happened ?” you asked.

“his helicopter crashed,” you were about to scold him for lying but something was off. you could see both sides of his face, his eyes. right now you weren’t looking at nikolai the jester, you were looking at nikolai. the man whom your husband trusted, the man who congratulated you on your wedding day, the man who was willing to sacrifice his life for you.

“prove it, show me something of his,” you whispered, still hanging onto hope. nikolai looked at you, as a way to confirm that you were sure of seeing his remains. with that look, he pulled something from his overcoat. an arm. you audibly gasped, trying to swallow the bile in your mouth. was that really his ?

still not being convinced, you reached out for the arm. there were bandages wrapped around the hand. gritting your teeth, your fingers hooked around the bandages, frantically trying to remove them. you could see his skin tone, his porcelain pale skin. but what confirmed it was his fingernails, unkept and bitten.

you let out a scream. a scream of disbelief. a scream of disgust. a scream of sadness. how was it even possible ? his plan had no flaws, no open holes. so why is he dead ? nikolai could only stare as you fell to the floor, sobbing. he had promised to come home, he promised to reign the new world with you. love with fyodor came with a cost, death and grief.

[quodekash]

yeah so im gonna make my silly little commentary posts for we are sometimes but not all the time

he stared at his friend's water and started smiling like a fucking idiot 💀

h2o just makes him giddy like that 🥰

also I genuinely fucking adore Pham and Fang's dynamic, they care about each other so much (I might cry)

I JSUT FUCKING LOVE HIM SO MUCH CAN YOU BLAME ME

im sorry, i cant get over the fact that q fuCKING SANG SOUND’S SONG FROM MSP IN THE THIRD FUCKING EPISODE OF THE SHOW

HES JUST SO SMOL I FUCKING ADORE HIM SO MUCH DUDE

here to pick up his twink

HES JUST SO SMOL THO LIKE CAN YOU BLAME ME???

I JUST WANNA RUFFLE HIS HAIR AND PINCH HIS CHEEKS HES SO FUCKING ADORABLE

i think i just really love satang cos during msp every time sound was on screen i lost my shit and now every time toey is on screen i lose my shit

btw i fully had to rewatch that entire scene, i was entirely focusing on satang’s little adorable fuckin face that i forgot to read and process the dialogue lmao

his expression is like “did you bring me here to do your chores, or are you gonna be honest and just say you want to makeout"

the real answer is just that he wants to spend time with him btu doesnt know how to do that normally 💀

(and also that he wants to make out with him)

WHY IS EVERYONE SO FUCKING SMOL TODAY

HES TINY

HES THIS BIG 🤏

OML IT HAPPENED FOR LESS THAN HALF A SECOND BUT I PAUSED IT AT THE EXACT PERFECT MOMENT

I genuinely adore accidental kiss tropes in bls, its just so unrealistic its fucking amazing

[insert image of phum's friends walking in here (I had to delete some of my screenshots because I can only do 30 and I dont want to do more than one post for this)]

AND THEN HIS FRIENDS WALK IN, CLASSIC

it's so awkward and I am LIVING for it

people in bls always walk in at the WORST possible moments and its AMAZING

THIS WHOLE SITUATION IS SO RIDICULOUSLY FUNNY TO ME

phuwin’s character trying to cook is so me

and also my sister, one time she was making spaghetti bolognese for us for dinner and she put way too much salt, and then to attempt to solve the problem, she put water into the pan to "evaporate the salt" 💀

the best part is I didnt even realise why that wouldnt work until my brother started laughing

anyway, back to the ep

WHAT DRUGS ARE IN THIS EPISODE TO MAKE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CHARACTER SO BABYGIRL

THEYRE ALL SO SMOL AND ADORABLE AND BBG WHAT IS GOING ON

HES SO TINY

Youre fucking KIDDING

IM SO SUDDENLY INVESTED IN THIS MAIN COUPLE

THAT WAS SUCH A SUDDEN SWITCH BRO

literally last week I was like "yeah okay I like it" and then suddenly im on the verge of tears when they make physical contact???

[insert image of pun eating]

PUN !

MY LITTLE GUY

I ADORE THEMMMMM

oh fuck yes I love this friendship already and it just started

AND CHAIN'S GETTING JEALOUSSSSS FUCK YEAH

they look like tired dads fr

is phuwin just fuckin short or is pond like 3 metres tall cos holy shit

LOOK AT HIM

SMOL BITCHES

EVERYONE'S FUCKING TINY TODAY

woah he really just went for it there

HOLY FUCK HE SAID YES

TAN IS LOSING IT HES SO HAPPY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

great frame

[insert that entire scene with the jump onto him and the holding hands and the FUCKING CHEEK KISS]

HES MY LITTLE FUCKING GUY

HES SO NEURODIVERGENT AND I ADORE HIM

KICKING AND SCREAMING MY FEET RN

he's jealoussssssss

I love pun so much, I truly would die for him

Welcome back to another episode of Toey Thinks Peem And Phum Are Dating (And He’s Right)

Im gonna be completely honest, if pond looked at me like that, id probably do whatever he tells me to without a second thought

thats all im saying

LOOK AT THAT LITTLE FACE

HES SINGING THE FUCKING ABAAB SONG

IM CRYING DUDE THIS IS AMAZING

ARE THEY JUST GONNA SING SONGS FROM OTHER BLS FOR THE QHOLE SERIES? IM FUCKIN DOWN FOR THAT DUDE

this song is so out of winny’s range tho 💀

so fucking SMOL

also chains hand just always naturally rests on pun’s shoulder

literally all the time

what im saying here is I think they should kiss

HE DIDNT JUST GRAB HIS WRIST HERE HE GRABBED HIS HAND ERIJKGBNREJB HOLY SHIT

Cool! 👍

im glad they finally got there

FUCK YES NEXT EPISODE WE'RE GETTING THE SCENE FROM THE PILOT THAT MADE ME LOSE MY SHIT

PUNCHAIN FOREHEAD KISS AND QTOEY CHEEK KISS BITCHES

okay now I just have one final question before I take my leave: what the FUCK was the song playing in the background of the qtoey scene near the end of the episode

it was just electric guitar and I KNOW recognise it but I cant figure out what fucking song it was (literally I finished the episode at like 1:30 but didnt go to sleep til 3 because I was trying to find the song)

so please, if ANYONE recognises it and knows what it is, tell me as soon as you can cos Im fucking dying

update: a moot is pretty sure the song played over other qtoey scenes earlier in the show (the same way msp did with noelm) so now im fuckin PSYCHED for the new song that’s gonna come out eventually

[eluxcastar]

H hello yes I have shown up once again at your doorstep dragging a Pantlone scenario with me.

Number 24 of your prompts list is DOING several things to my psyche when I line up my lil Loverboy with it.

It's like the universe is aligning with Me. What a post to bless my evening.

"You are very good at what you do."

And then we mix that in with the above mentioned post. What do we get?

Loverboy's first kill in his line of work. Definitely messy and lacking in class,, but atleast made up for with a certain animalistic efficiency to get the job done.

Bbg's first step towards the downward spiral by getting the first disgusting taste of blood under his fingernails,,, which is further turned into an internal dilemma Cocktail with delicious words of praise and affirmation <3

Loverboy got left in the microwave

── ୨୧：pantalone x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: loverboy's first kill as a fatuu which may have scarred him but at least he had a hot guy to tell him what a great job he did

୨୧﹑genre :: angst

୨୧﹑content :: masc reader, pantalone might be ooc, they're not in a relationship yet (unfortunately), descriptions of blood, not proofread AND I wrote this on the train so more opportunity for mistakes

୨୧﹑words :: 2.1k

"You are very good at what you do."

ok so I know that what I said was coming next was loverboy's extended origins but I was riffling through my inbox for something short to write and found this so guess what we're having for dinner

it's entirely non-descript when this takes place and tbh doesn't entirely make sense but we're being SILLY today so we're going to pretend that his lore has a spot where this fits perfectly

You didn't know the human body could bleed so much or that they'd go out with such a fight. People die quickly on paper and in the stories your seniors told you. Your allies can be there one second and gone the next, fragile and human. 

What they did not tell you was that your enemies don't die like your allies. The people who fight with you die quietly, but the death of an enemy is visceral and raw. They die fighting and choking on their own blood, going out with a bang after leaving harsh scratches clawed into your skin, and it takes longer. You can't say how long. It feels like it should've taken longer to run a knife through their stomach, but everything blurs together into an endless struggle before you lay beneath a wheezing body on its last legs, with blood staining your uniform and coating your skin in an uncomfortable warmth.

Your hands are red. It's the first thing you realise when you push that person off of you, and they collapse beside you in a lifeless heap of flesh and bone.

Your hands are red, and so is your uniform, and the snow beneath you, and your arm, bleeding from jagged scratches—

"You're very good at what you do."

What?

Before you realise what you're doing, you turn up to look at who's there, half expecting another enemy as you grip the bloodied knife still lodged in the body beside you. 

Your eyes follow from the shoes up to the face of Pantalone, and you breathe a cautious breath, your hand drifting away from the knife, hoping he wouldn't notice you were on the verge of stabbing him a moment ago. 

It sounded like his attempt to comfort or assure you, but all you feel toward him is anger. The reasoning is lost on you, as all reasoning is right now. Your mind is scattered, fighting the urge to empty your stomach and trying to ease your trembling. 

How can he treat human life so flippantly? Does this entertain him?

Pantalone steps around the body, eyes trained on you. It seems the sight fails to bother Pantalone as he crushes their hand beneath his shoe without mercy, the sickening crack of bones doing nothing to help the rising bile in your throat. You watch him, unable to form words and desperate to keep yourself from crying in front of a Harbinger.

Instead, Pantalone looks unfazed by it all, stopping as he reaches the other side of you, free of most of the blood. He greets you with a knowing smile as he usually does. His hand disappears into his overcoat, and when it reappears, he's holding something— a handkerchief, you think. 

"I knew making you a banker was a good idea," he says. Pantalone lowers himself to the ground, knee resting in the snow as his free hand catches your chin between his fingers, thumb brushing across your bottom lip slicked with blood. His eyes hold an unreadable look, perhaps of admiration, but maybe that's your imagination as you stare him down with a forced, queasy smile.

He chuckles lightly at the display. "Who knew you had so many other talents," he remarks, perhaps teasing you, but you're not sure. You doubt he is.

Murder is not the duty of a banker, not any regular banker, at least. Then again, Fatui bankers were never regular bankers. People say the Northland bank's true currencies are blood and tears for a reason, and you scold yourself for not realising that sooner. You should've figured out from the moment he asked you to accompany him that this was some kind of test, not the rudimentary trip to your homeland you thought it was.

Now, he's admiring you like the most precious jewel of his expansive collection, eyes alight with approval and only exemplified by the evident confidence in himself.

He raises the handkerchief to your cheek, and you instinctively pull away, stopped only by his finger raising to warn you, like telling off a misbehaving child. 

"Ah ah," he says, a harshness seeping into even just that sound. "Stay." 

You stay put, not eager to anger him. The next thing you feel is pain— stinging pain— as he presses the fabric over your skin with a delicate touch. The action is unusually gentle coming from someone as cutthroat as the Regrator and certainly not what you expected. You're not sure what you expected, just that it wasn't this. You expected him to toss it at you or let you rot in your misery, covered in blood.

"Lord Harbinger," you try to say, wincing as a shot of pain pulses through your head. You must've been injured at some point and not realised.

"You are much like your father." He doesn't wait for you to finish whatever you are going to say, instead simply reassuring you of yourself.

"I am not like him," you retort before you can catch yourself.

He responds with a chuckle, pulling the handkerchief away for a moment before pressing it back against your forehead. "I think you are," he says softly. "You are more alike than you think. Of course, I hope that courage doesn't rob you of your wits as it did to him."

You wince again, scolding yourself, and you mumble a quiet, "It won't."

"Good," he responds. 

Overwhelming, you feel like a dog—a well-regarded dog—but no less a dog. You are a fluffy little dog that fits nicely into Pantalone's purse to be admired and used as an accessory, nothing more. Everyone went ahead and told you as much a long time ago. To him, people are numbers; names are for the lucky among his upper echelons.

Yet he remembers your father. You eye him with scrutiny, trying—and inevitably failing—to read the look in his eyes to gauge why he would say that.

Nobody reads the Regrator among his ranks, especially not when they're as wet behind the ears as you are.

Despite your nerves, you swallow the lump in your throat. "Why did you bring me here?" you finally manage to ask, meek and afraid to upset Pantalone after watching how carelessly he treated that body.

"Whatever do you mean?" He's playing dumb; even you can tell that from just hearing the coyness in his voice.

"Never mind," you quickly say, ready to drop the matter like that.

Pantalone's hand that rests on your chin moves. He squeezes your cheeks between his fingers, digging the gloved ends of his nails into the plush of your skin until your lips pucker. His ring is cold. "No, you asked a question, as did I." His smile doesn't falter. "Speak up. When we want things, we ask for them directly. Do I make myself clear?" You hastily nod as best you can. "Now, try again. Dear banker, whatever do you mean?" 

The repetition of his question tells you this is your first warning.

"Is this a test?" you manage, words muffled by the way he squishes your face like putty beneath his fingers. Your heart pounds in your chest, threatening to jump out and run away if it means escaping Pantalone's scrutiny.

"Would it please you to know that you would have passed?" he questions, pausing for you to answer with a hesitant nod of your head. "I brought you with me to see if you were worth keeping around," he explains. "I received advice from an anonymous source that you may be better suited to work under another Harbinger's watch. I see now that perhaps such advice came from a…sentimental point of view."

That would explain how he knows of your father; someone must've tried to get you out of this unit, and you know who, regardless of how 'anonymous' that source may have been in his words.

Pantalone releases you to take your hand from your side, and he guides it to hold his handkerchief over your wound. "Hold this," he adds, an unnervingly tender instruction for the way he was just behaving. 

He removes his hands from you, robbing you of his touch. It feels strange for the warmth of his hands to have disappeared entirely, your only distraction from the blood itching beneath your clothes gone just like that. You should have guessed it would be 

"What was the point?" you ask, eyes following Pantalone as he stands back to his usual height and straightens his overcoat. 

His smile fades, eyes wandering from where you continue to sit, looking probably about as pathetic as you think you do. "Whether it is to collect on debts or complete an objective in the field, having such unrefined hands unused to killing will leave you on the receiving end of what you just did. People may believe it's just numbers and accounting, but the Northland Bank deals largely in debt collection as well. You're only an assistant with the resilience of a baby bird, but soon..." He seems to ponder those words for a moment before continuing. "In time, you could do great things at the Northland Bank. Who knows?"

Nobody believes that about the bank. You don't bother to tell him the obvious, however, as you're sure he also knows that.

You don't like that thought. In fact, frankly speaking, it terrifies you beyond belief to even begin to think that could be you. That's precisely what you've been avoiding facing this whole time and what made you sick when you had no choice but to face it. At that moment, there existed no escape but one, the inevitable end of one of you dying, whether because Pantalone stepped in or someone won the upper hand.

The only reason you're not dead is because you were lucky enough for it to be you who won the upper hand.

Your life is so terribly fragile. 

It isn't only this that makes you realise such a thing. You knew it before, but until a few minutes ago, the taking of a life was someone else's story. It was something you heard from one of your seniors, a story you hear after a long night of tedious work as if telling scary stories around a campfire like children do. It wasn't something you carried around like a scar. 

Watching as the life leaves someone's eyes, knowing you are the reason it's happening, never quite made the cut when describing the excitement, and you understand why. 

It is the monster under the bed that makes you curl up in your blankets and convince yourself that it'll stay hidden if it can't see you, but it'll always be there, waiting for you to acknowledge it. Someday, you might have to, but you try to push it to the back of your mind and focus your eyes on Pantalone as if there's not a dead body right behind you. You have never felt so much blood seep through your clothes before, and you hope you never do again. The thought of your uniform sticking to you this way ever again makes you nauseous.

"Once we return, you can change clothes," Pantalone says, perhaps sensing your disgust at yourself. "Oh, and—" he smiles down at you, almost mocking if you didn't know better— "next time someone approaches you from behind, don't wait to stab them. Don't reach for your wet knife with your wet hands, either. Both of those things will get you killed."

Your face feels red from the nerves creeping up from your neck. You imagine Pantalone is looking down at a beet-red banker fumbling to respond. You entirely miss him describing it as if you had water on your hands and nearly lost your grip. "I will— or won't," you quickly assure him, embarrassed that he noticed after all. You managed to kid nobody but yourself into thinking he wouldn't catch you.

There's an amusement in the smirk playing on his lips as he turns back to you. "What did I say about speaking clearly? Repeat yourself, I can't hear you mumbling from down there."

"I won't, sir!" you repeat, much louder than your shame wants to allow, as you force yourself to 'speak up' as he put it, to avoid having to say it a third time. "I won't hesitate next time."

"Good." He turns away, prepared to leave you behind if you can't keep up. "Come now. You want to go home and back to Liyue, don't you? I'm tired of this cold." The moment you realise he won't be waiting around for you to collect yourself, you are already scrambling to get back on your feet and rush after him.

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[bowandcurtsey]

{1700 event}

tw: smut / nsfw / lemon / minors dni / unchecked works

okay I'm excited for this one because it's the ABO verse (alpha / beta / omega) And we have imprinting AND SMUT HOLYYYYYY. I'm kinda rusty at smut so please, just forgive me.

Settings: modern world / ABO universe

Licht x f! reader

You took a deep breath of the fresh air and enjoyed the gentle sea breeze. Finally, you were starting your long awaited solo vacation.

A long island iced tea in one hand and your phone in another, you lay on your beach chair and decided to take a video to upload it to your socials.

Someone walked into the frame of your video, covering the view of the beach.

“Oh, pardon me.” He quickly hastened his pace.

His gentle voice forced your attention to break away from your phone to the direction of the voice.

At the moment you both made eye contact, you felt sparks shivering down your entire body.

A handsome young man, pale skin with ash grey hair pulled back into a tiny man bun, stared right back at you with golden orbs. Despite his lean build, his stare gave you such authoritative vibes that it make your knees go weak.

He was an alpha, no doubt.

He wasn't sitting too far from where you were, so you stole glances every now and then, checking him out.

You sneakily tried to take a picture of him and wanted to send it to amy, your best friend.

bbg.. this man's sooooo fine, check him out

A figure loomed over you, shading you from the sun. You jumped up from your seat seeing that it was the man you were texting Amy about.

"hi." his eyes maintained contact with yours, making your heart race.

"h-hi..?" you squeaked under his intense presence, you could feel some changes in your body and it was starting to get hotter.

"you've been checking me out for some time, do I know you?"

A wave of embarrassment crept up on you as your tongue turned gibberish; unable to produce the right words to say. Damn this alpha being so sleek and confident about himself!

"My name's Licht, what's yours?"

"y/n. sorry I mistook you for someone else." you said lamely.

"oh. alright." he shrugged, and you thought that was it, he was gonna go away and everything was just gonna be over.

But he pulled in closer, his breathe warm on your cheeks, whispering into your ears,"but it seems I have imprinted on you, so I'm not gonna let you go so easily now, omega."

imprinted?? on you? is that even possible? You figured that he just wanted to get into your pants and have probably done so before in the past.

He smiled a smile that looked so soft and gentle on the outside but left shivers running up your spine.

"y-you're crazy!" you quickly pushed him away before you lost control of yourself and got up. You gathered up your things hastily but as you were about to grab your bag and go, Licht held onto your hand.

"I thought you said I was fine? in your text to your friend?" he smile again, this time you swore you saw a little glint in his eyes.

"This is invasion of privacy!" your face was feeling hot.

"I mean, you just took a picture of me without my permission, you know?" he gave you a little wink, sending butterflies running amok in your stomach.

"can i treat you to dinner, y/n? as an apology for everything today. I genuinely want to get to know you."

"No, i'm good." you said and left for the public showers.

---------------------

God had to be seriously playing a damn prank on you when you went on heat while in the showers. You made sure to wrap yourself up even though it was a hot day out to suppress your scent as much as possible.

But as an omega, you always gave off very strong pheromones while in heat and it always attracted unwanted alphas.

"hey pretty doll, where are you headin? need a ride?" a redhead came up to you the moment you were out. "you're giving off a really sweet scent~"

"go away!" you barked at him

"fiesty, but thankfully, we redheads love a little spice, baby girl."

"leave her alone," Licht appeared once again.

"hey, I got to her first." the redhead tried to size licht up.

With a light push, the redhead was thrown into the walls as you stood there, mouth agape. He turned around to look at you with the same mysterious smile again.

He grabbed your hand this time, with a firm hold, as if he's not gonna let you go unless you followed him.

"I'll send you home." he said after seating you into his tesla.

He leaned over to buckle your seat belt for you, his close presence make your body shiver from his alpha scent, your legs involuntarily crossed each other so you could clamp your thighs together tightly to get some sort of ease from the painfully growing heat in your groin.

You couldn't help but steal some glances at the man in the driver's seat. His long slender fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, his eyes that seemed to hold the sun peeking from underneath the sunglasses.

Even from the jacket he was wearing, you could see that he was well-built, despite his lean figure. And his crotch-

There was a tent.

Right, he was an alpha that just imprinted on you and you were an omega in heat right now. Your scent was overbearing in this small space.

You were touched at his level of self control; a normal alpha like your ex would have just pounced on you, whether you were willing to or not. This man still managed to make small talks with you, but all you could look at were his adam's apple throbbing up and down his throat, thinking about how sexy it was.

You peeked at his "tent" a few times, it was already massive from under the fabric, and you couldn't help but wonder about the size when it was unraveled..

You felt your inner thighs getting sticky from your lustful thoughts and uncomfortably switched legs to cross.

Licht's hands gripped onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He stepped on the accelerator hard and reached your place quickly.

"t-thank you." you unbuckled your seat belt.

"Welcome. Be careful of Alphas when you're on your heat."

"why did you imprint on me?" you asked suddenly and quietly. You really wondered, how did this handsome, perfect man could ever fall for someone like you.

"falling in love and imprinting on someone is not really by choice, I just have an urge to protect you, mark you and mate you." he said it flatly.

The idea of being marked and mated with Licht sent your body into overdrive, the heat in your arousal becoming unbearable as your breathing started to get laboured. You curled your toes and clenched your thighs tightly together.

Licht leaned in towards you, one hand reaching out to press against the door on your side, caging you in the passenger seat, "why does it seem that you liked what I just said?"

"n-no..." you mewled.

"you sure..?" he leaned closer to your ears, voice turning into a whisper, "don't think I didn't notice you looking at my dick."

He stroked the tip of your earlobe with his tongue, causing you to whimper.

He gave a small chuckle hearing your whimper and placed his palm on your knees, drawing small and gentle circles on your skin, "your body is giving out so much pheromones that it's almost choking me, sweetheart."

His touch made your body yearn for a release so much that the pain in your below started to get more unbearable. Your mind was getting hazy and you felt like you were about to pass out.

Curse you and your omega type, your bad timing heat AND your indecent thoughts on this man. Your hand reached out to tug on his forearms, "h-help me.."

His teeth gritted together as he swallowed slowly, pulling all of his strength together to not tear off all your clothes and rut crazily into you at this instant.

His hands glided up your knees and up your thighs as your other hand fist onto his shirt. He reached to your inner thighs, feeling your arousal on them.

"You're that soaked? or you've already cummed from your dirty thoughts of me?" he pulled back a little to question you, but your face was already bright red with your mouth slightly agape.

Your reaction made Licht yank you into a passionate kiss, pressing you down against the leather seats. His fingers finally reached your crotch, trying to get access.

"Help me out here, baby girl. Spread out for me."

Your hand let go of his shirt and reached out to pull your fabric to one side as you parted your legs so he could reach into you easily.

"so wet, jesus." he commented as his fingers touched your soaking hole.

You moaned impatiently as you felt the tip of his fingers brush against your entrance. Your hand that was on his forearm pulled him closer to you, begging for intrusion.

He put two digits into you with ease, filling up your cunt with his long slender fingers. Your walls gushed against him, swallowing and clenching against his fingers.

His thumb swirled against your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, forcing out cries and lewd moans from your throat. Your hips tried to rub against his hand, desperate to find your release.

You finally found the knot growing in your stomach and your moans started to get louder, not giving a care in the world about anyone that was outside of this car.

Licht suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, earning a cry from your mouth.

"Sorry sweetheart, I can't take it anymore," he unbuckled his pants and freed his member.

You stared. It was indeed huge.

He wrapped his fingers around himself, giving his penis a good few pumps. You could see his arousal forming at the tip of his sword.

"come," he beckoned for you to sit on his lap, "take all you want sweet thing."

Your gaping hole wanted him, seeing his member made you want to rut crazily on his cock.

You crawled on top of him with all your strength, straddling him, hovering your entrance above his dick.

Licht pulled your thighs further apart, so your hold opened wider as he slowly guided you to lower yourself.

His tip pierced through your entrance, electrifying your senses, pushing against your gummy walls.

You slowly but impatiently sat on him, swallowing his huge cock to it's hilt, whilst your body froze and your mouth was slightly agape in silence at the intensive pleasure.

You finally sat down fully, mewling at his tip pressing against your deepest spot. You could already feel the knot in your abdomen arising again as you naturally rocked against his hip.

"That's it, good girl." he coaxed you, as he reached into your shirt and underneath your bra to fondle with your nipples.

"ahh~" you cried out again, "cumming.. m cumming!"

"mhmm, good girl, cum by yourself on my dick,"

you bounced up and down, letting his tip kiss your cervix again and again until you felt a wave of pleasure tipping over.

Licht felt it too; your walls clamping so tightly against him, your bouncing getting weaker, so he steadied you with both his arms and rutted mercilessly into you.

The stimulation and the sudden speed sent you into your climax suddenly, bursting all kinds of pleasure nerves in your body as your body froze for seconds.

Your walls pulsate against his dick violently as you felt fluid squirting out of you. Your mouth was in a silent o while you were stuck in your euphoria.

You screamed at the overstimulation when he continued pounding into you as you came down from your high.

"bear with me.." he said through gritted teeth as he continued his rampage.

With one last hard thrust, he emptied himself into you.

You collapsed against him, catching your breath as he stroked the back of your hair.

"Be my mate and let me mark you." he said in between breaths, "I want to knot you over and over so you can have litters of my kids."

[st-rayy]

A night like no other (spent with you) - A KaveTham Smut One-Shot

I WROTE THIS FOR MY BBG @michiruzz ILYSM /p Here's your smut, sir. Enjoy it. No proof-read by another person, we die like fyodor.

tw: NSFW/18+, described sexual intercourse

rough word count: 3484

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A night like no other (spent with you)

In the evening hours of a stressful day the door of the home that belonged to a certain Acting Grand Sage creaked open. Groaning Kaveh entered the house. Today was one of the few days he actually had his keys and didn’t forget them here.

The blonde was done for the day. Not only did almost everything fall apart, quite literally, no, the guy he lived with left the whole house a mess. Kaveh was not in the mood to clean the house today, not now, not this evening.

The architect might be the housewife here, seeing as he does clean and cook for himself, totally not for Al-Haitham, or because the grey haired man asked him to. Everything Kaveh did was totally done for his own personal needs.

Who was he kidding?

Silence filled the room. It was a nice contrast to the loud noise at work, at least for Kaveh. He slumped down on the already messy couch. This was the only seat available right now. How could one even own this many books… He didn’t want to move, he wished he could just fall asleep right here and now.

And honestly he was about to do that.

If it weren’t for Al-Haitham coming into the room, Kaveh would’ve slept peacefully on the couch. If it weren’t for his damned Junior to nudge Kaveh in annoyance, Kaveh would’ve been able to relax. If it weren’t for Al-Haitham suddenly yelling his name, Kaveh would’ve enjoyed this evening.

The blonde raised his head with squinted eyes, clearly unhappy about the way Al-Haitham spoke with him.

“Excuse me?!”

“Excuse you? Have you seen how dirty everything looks here?”

Kaveh’s eye twitched. He was NOT having this right now.

“Yeah? So?! Clean it yourself!”

Maybe he shouldn’t have yelled. Al-Haitham’s face morphed into something between surprise and anger.

“Don’t yell at me. I told you that you could stay here rent free this month if you help me keep this place cleaned.��� The Acting Grand Sage crossed his arms above his oh-so-hot looking chest. Kaveh, get your head out of the clouds.

Shaking his head Kaveh frowned at Al-Haitham. That was their deal. Yet, that didn’t mean that Kaveh would be Al-Haitham’s maid.

“Yuh. I said ‘HELP’ not that I’d take responsibility of keeping this place cleaned all the time.”

“Get up.”

“No.”

Tension started to grow between them. They just glared at each other, something they did regularly when they argued. Whoever looked away first lost.

This time Al-Haitham dropped it first, shaking his head. “Fine, be my guest.” He snarled and Kaveh felt triumphant that he won.

However, suddenly the blonde felt a weight on top of him. He groaned in pain and looked over his shoulder to see what’s the cause.

Seeing Al-Haitham casually taking a seat on top of Kaveh was not what he expected.

“The fuck, Haitham?! Get off!”

“I gave you a chance to move but you didn’t listen. Stop moving around.”

Oh, how it angered him that Al-Haitham was taking this so casually. And it bothered Kaveh even more that he started to not mind the gray haired man’s weight on top of him.

Kaveh just sighed. He didn’t protest any further. What’s the point arguing with someone as stubborn as Al-Haitham.

Now that he thought about it, Al-Haitham wasn’t as heavy as he looked. Sure he had these gorgeous looking muscles… a defined chest… the abs…. those delicious looking thighs.

Kaveh had to stop himself before he started drooling.

The heat rushed to Kaveh’s face. He was totally NOT thinking about Al-Haitham in such a dirty way?

Right…?

The blonde felt his mouth run dry. Fuck, now he felt the heat rush through his whole body. Damn himself, damn hormones and damn his body for reacting to his damned thoughts.

“What’s wrong, Kaveh?” Al-Haitham spoke up. He must’ve sensed how tense Kaveh suddenly was, maybe the flushed face or the way he avoided eye contact gave it away.

“Are you feeling sick?”

A hand reached out for Kaveh’s head and he quickly pulled away.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Stop lying.”

The architect bit his tongue. Of course the great Al-Haitham would notice. He always noticed everything!

Quite literally everything.

As Al-Haitham had gone quiet again, Kaveh felt the need to look up to see why he did. He would probably never forget that sight of a flustered Al-Haitham staring down at him. The blonde raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“You’re horny.”

If the blonde wasn’t blushing already, he definitely was now. He eyes followed Al-Haitham’s, who was staring almost amazed at Kaveh’s crotch area.

“THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT?!” Al-Haitham snapped out from his intense stare and looked up at Kaveh with wide eyes and a flushed red face. God, Kaveh could not bare staring at that expression. It fueld him more and he saw no other way out than pushing the younger man off himself.

“Wait- Kaveh-“

“Leave me alone! Fuck you! I hate you, Haitham! Go fuck yourself!”

He stormed off to his room, heart thumping in his chest. That was weird. He was weird. No, he wasn’t weird, right? Al-Haitham was the weird one, he made it weird! Right…?

Wrong.

Kaveh was scared. Maybe Al-Haitham is going to kick him out now. Maybe that was for the best. All he expected now was Al-Haitham to storm in here and tell him to leave.

But he never did.

Instead there was a soft knock at the door.

“Kaveh, can we talk?” The muffled voice of Al-Haitham could be heard behind the door and the older man felt conflicted.

Reluctantly, Kaveh got off the floor and opened the door, enough that he can could see Al-Haitham’s still flushed face.

“What…?”

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

Okay, maybe the blonde was a bit stubborn. He just didn’t want to risk anything as of now.

“okay…. Well, Kaveh, I’m sorry.”

Oh? That was not what Kaveh expected and it showed on his face. “I’m sorry for yelling at you and I’m- uhm-“ The Acting Grand Sage struggled with his words “I’m…. Sorry for staring….?” It sounded more like a question than a statement.

“You are sorry or you think you’re sorry?” Kaveh snarled “if you don’t mean it don’t say it.”

Rolling his eyes Al-Haitham cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, yeah.” He muttered.

There was an awkward silence between them. After, another moment passed before Kaveh reluctantly opened the door completely. Al-Haitham was still there and Kaveh didn’t know why.

“uh.. yuh, you’re… you’re forgiven…”

Maybe Al-Haitham was waiting for that, but he only nodded his head in return.

Even after this, both of their cheeks were still flushed, everything was still weird and awkward and Kaveh just wanted to disappear right now.

“Uhm… well, good ni-“ The architect made and attempt to close the door, but Al-Haitham stopped him. “No, wait. I…”

“I want to talk about… that, is that okay?”

Kaveh had never seen such a sincere and pleading look on Al-Haitham’s face and he couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

They settled down on Kaveh’s bed, awkwardly and stiffly. They’ve lived together for such a long time already, seen each other shirtless countless of times yet this was such an embarrassing thing. And Kaveh would be lying if he said he didn’t find this sweet, that Al-Haitham cared so much.

“Kaveh.”

The blonde tensed for that tone the younger man spoke in. It send a shiver down his spine. And he cursed himself for finding that hot.

“Was… I the cause of it?” The gray haired man was hesitant in his words, choosing them carefully. Kaveh looked away but he nodded his head. What’s the point in lying now?

“Really?”

The shift in tone suprised Kaveh. Al-Haitham… almost sounded relieved, he sounded happy.

Wait what?

Kaveh turned his head, eyes widening when he saw that small smile on Al-Haitham’s face. What was going on?

Did he resist when Al-Haitham leaned in? No, he didn’t. Did he reject the thought of having Al-Haitham on top of him right now? No, he didn’t. Did Kaveh enjoy the feeling of soft lips pressing against his own in a tender way? Yes, he did.

That kiss was marvelous. If Kaveh wasn’t the one to experience it, he would’ve never believed Al-Haitham to be this bold and good at kissing. Way too good at kissing.

They melted both into that kiss, hands tangling in each other’s hair. Kaveh almost liked the way Al-Haitham pulled on his hair, almost. The blonde was more on the gentle side, caressing the scribe’s back.

Only did they break apart when Kaveh ran low on oxygen. Everything about this moment, everything about this kiss, was fucking hot and loving at the same time. With Al-Haitham of all people.

“Fuck, that felt good.” Al-Haitham mumbled breathlessly. Kaveh was stunned to hear the Al-Haitham, mister perfect, the most calm and collected man he probably knew, use words like ‘fuck’. Nor did he ever think he’d hear Al-Haitham’s pant to be this arousing.

Not that he minded.

The break didn’t last long before the gray haired man crashed his lips back onto the blondes, hungry for more. It was almost cute how Al-Haitham reacted. Kaveh had been with men before, never lasted long. Most of them were just fun nights.

This was… different. Kaveh wished, no, he dreamed of this. Al-Haitham was always on his mind. No matter how many men he slept with, Kaveh always imagined it was Al-Haitham pinning him down and fucking him senseless.

Once they parted again, the Acting Grand Sage oh-so-lovingly stroked Kaveh’s cheek. “You’re really pretty…” Al-Haitham whispered “so so pretty…”

Kaveh chuckled. This side of Al-Haitham was new, new and loving. And honestly, Kaveh’s heart fluttered when Al-Haitham called him pretty.

A few heated kisses later, the blonde felt a hand run down his chest and stopping on his hips, gripping onto them tightly. Hazily, fluttering his blonde eyelashes, Kaveh looked up. “What’re you going to do to me, hm?”

Al-Haitham stilled for a moment, pressing his thumb into Kaveh’s hip joint. Kaveh did not jump, thank you very much.

“I’m going to…” the scribe trailed off, a small smile tugging on his lips “I’m going to take my sweet time loving you.”

Kaveh’s face heated up. His heart jumped, it beat so strongly Kaveh was sure it might just burst out of his chest. The shiver he felt down his spine was nothing compared to the sweet little kisses Al-Haitham sputtered all over his neck.

God, he felt like he was dying.

Dying for more. The blonde was greedy. Too long had he not let show that he, in fact, loved his annoying roommate.

Wet kisses trailed down Kaveh’s neck, to his collarbone, as far as Al-Haitham could reach for now. A whine needily left Kaveh’s lips when Al-Haitham pulled back again to look at the architect.

Kaveh was so pretty, a gorgeous face, fierce red eyes and such a slim body. The grey haired man bit his lips. The warmth in his chest almost made it hard to breath, or maybe Kaveh simply was this breathtaking. And the whine, god, something in Al-Haitham’s pants twitched in reaction.

There was no backing out for the scribe now.

All this time he was longing for Kaveh, he would never admit that though. His heart ached whenever he saw those ugly bags under Kaveh’s eyes, whenever he knew Kaveh wouldn’t return home because he was out at some guy’s place that managed to woo the blonde.

Al-Haitham was almost convinced that nobody could understand or love Kaveh as much as he could. He knew Kaveh, probably more than one would think, all his little antics, just everything.

And finding out what the blonde likes, finding out what makes Kaveh moan out in pleasure was a thrilling thought to the scribe.

They clumsily fiddled with their clothes, trying to get out of them as quick as possible. Al-Haitham returned to his position above Kaveh, still treating the older man as if he was a fragile flower.

Calling Kaveh pretty was an understatement, he was gorgeous! One of the most beautiful things Al-Haitham ever saw in his life. The barely noticable freckles on Kaveh’s shoulders, the pale skin on his stomach, those plump lips and his perfect looking thighs. He really was a piece of art.

“Are you sure you want this?” Kaveh suddenly spoke up and reached for Al-Haitham’s cheeks to hold. The grey haired man blushed, this form of affection, touching, it was all kind of new.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

A sigh of relief left Kaveh’s lips before he smiled giddily. “That makes me really happy…”

Seeing the smile on Kaveh’s lips brought one onto Al-Haitham’s as well. He would love Kaveh the way nobody ever had.

The small kisses started on Kaveh’s neck again, going down slowly. Al-Haitham left no bruises, no hickey, even if Kaveh asked him to he could never.

With every little kiss, the heat in Kaveh’s body spread further. His groin throbbed so badly and he was sure of it, Al-Haitham’s slow pace was going to ruin him.

Kiss after kiss was planted on the blonde’s chest and down his stomach. The architect was already leaking even though the scribe hasn’t even touched his dick yet.

“My, aren’t you excited.” Al-Haitham teased much to Kaveh’s embarassment.

“Of course I am… with how well you’re treating me- Ah~”

The blonde moaned and winked in a teasing manner, causing Al-Haitham’s cheeks to flush bright red.

Warm and wet kisses trailed down Kaveh’s thighs before Al-Haitham stopped. He sat there, hesitantly, unsure what to do now. What was his plan even? He couldn’t remember. At that, the blonde smiled to himself, taking ahold of Al-Haitham’s face to guide him back up.

“Your inexperience is making you look adorable.” Kaveh grinned and took Al-Haitham’s hand “Shall I guide you? You don’t need to worry, I’ll tell you if I like it or not, okay?”

The scribe seemed conflicted at first but then he nodded slowly, letting Kaveh take his hand and guide it over the blonde’s body. Kaveh’s skin was so soft, something Al-Haitham always wished to touch in this way.

“And if you don’t like something you tell me right away, understood? No bearing in pain or discomfort, if you want to stop we stop.” The blonde squished the scribe’s cheeks lovingly and it warmed Al-Haitham’s heart that Kaveh was this caring.

“Understood.” He whispered and kissed Kaveh’s lips again. That was the only thing he knew how to do. Sex was never something Al-Haitham engaged and never wanted. Well, at least not with someone random.

Eventually Al-Haitham’s hand found Kaveh’s hips again. The smaller man adjusted his position and wrapped his arms around Al-Haitham’s neck to pull him down with him.

“I want you to open my drawer and take out that little pink glass container, please?” The blonde asked and Al-Haitham obeyed. He didn’t know what was inside nor did he ask. Kaveh spoke up again “Nari made that for me… it was a joke gift but… well now it’s actually getting to be used.”

The scribe totally didn’t blush or yelp when Kaveh moved Al-Haitham’s hand to the architect’s butt. His heart leaped and Al-Haitham watched Kaveh put some of that cold cream-like substance on his fingers.

“Watch and learn.” Kaveh purred teasingly.

With a deep breath, Al-Haitham watched Kaveh carefully, eyes fixated on the finger that the blonde shoved inside himself. He cringed, that looked painful but for some reason the architect looked and sounded to be in bliss.

The curiosity and thirst for knowledge couldn’t be stopped, so the scribe reached for Kaveh’s hand to replace it with his own. The blonde gave a reassuring and encouraging smile that had Al-Haitham’s chest warm up once more.

A moan followed, then another. The grey haired man wasn’t sure if he’s doing it right but taking in Kaveh’s sounds and pretty face, he must’ve been.

Shaky breaths left Kaveh’s lips. “Another one.”

Who was Al-Haitham to disobey? He did as he was told, carefully adding another finger. While he could never imagine how that could possibly feel good, he was happy to make Kaveh feel like that.

Too concentrated on the blondes needs, Al-Haitham hadn’t even noticed his throbbing dick, desperate for friction.

“Ohhh~ Haitham~ Please, please shove it in alreadyyy~”

That was fucking hot.

No matter how much he wanted to act annoyed Al-Haitham couldn’t help himself but blush and gasp in reaction to Kaveh’s moans.

“Okay… okay.” It took Al-Haitham a while to actually do it, but he positioned himself anyway. “Are you… sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Nonsense. You won’t hurt me.”

“But I-“

The kiss might’ve caught him off guard, but it helped him trust in Kaveh’s words.

Though, once again he found himself unsure of how to actually do it. He could sense the blonde watching him, he could practically hear the smile in Kaveh’s breathy moans.

“Haaaitham~” the architect giggled. “Here.”

The scribe jumped from the feeling of a hand on his ass, slowly and gently guiding his hips forward.

“You just push it in, okay? Slowly and carefully. If you feel like it wouldn’t fit or as if you shouldn’t push then don’t.”

Okay, yeah, Al-Haitham could do that. When even was the last time that he was this nervous anyway? This was Kaveh after all. With a deep breath, Al-Haitham slowly inserted himself, gaining a loud, satisfied moan from the man underneath him.

“Ohhh~ god~ you’re fucking big~”

Al-Haitham’s eyes narrowed and he growled, partially playfully and partially because Kaveh did not need to be loud like that.

“Shut.” Al-Haitham sneered to which the architect laughed. The playful kisses on his neck and the growling that followed only made Kaveh laugh more.

Were they just about to have sex? Well, yes. Did that stop them from being silly? Not at all.

Al-Haitham pushed in fully. Both of them panted, taking breaths to calm down. The grey haired man waited, specifically, for Kaveh to say something. The blonde gently gripped Al-Haitham’s shoulders and sighed breathlessly. “You may move…”

It was an awfully slow pace that Al-Haitham moved with. He pulled back, slowly and carefully, and pushed back in just as slow. Kaveh whined, that was both hot and annoying at the same time. His moans were long and soft, the grip he had on Al-Haitham’s shoulders slowly tightened.

“Faster… Please, Haitham, move faster~”

But the pleads fell on deaf ears. The slow pace continued and as much as the blonde hated it, he got riled up more and more from that.

“Haaaithaaam~” a needy moan rumbled through his throat “Pleaaaase~”

Maybe, just maybe, Al-Haitham enjoyed these needy and pleading moans. He smirked and finally, after minutes of building up, he finally started to move faster.

Kaveh’s eyes closed and he arched his back when Al-Haitham’s tip collided with his prostate. He grit his teeth, growling and moaning in pleasure.

“Oh… oh~ yes~ mmm~” Those sweet noises were music to Al-Haitham’s ear, while he only panted a bit and occasionally gasped or groaned out in pleasure himself.

Sounds of skin slapping against skin and moaning slowly filled the room. Kaveh had to stop himself from screaming out in ecstasy because he was well aware that anybody passing by outside might hear it.

The bed creaked softly, and Al-Haitham felt himself close to his peak.

“Kaveh…. Ka-veh~ fuck… I think I’ll come.” Al-Haitham groaned softly. The blonde moaned in response and nodded his head. “a little more, baby….!~” the blond whined.

The Acting Grand Sage could barely keep himself together. His insides felt tense, pressure too much to handle. The blonde felt much the same, so much that his nails painfully digged into Al-Haitham’s shoulders.

A few moments later Al-Haitham couldn’t hold it anymore. He pulled out, releasing his load onto Kaveh and partially himself. The blonde followed right after, whining because he had actually prefered Al-Haitham to fill him up.

“Mmm~ Haithaaam~” The blonde pouted and pleaded “why did you pull out? You meanie…”

Even after sex Kaveh was the same as always, which made Al-Haitham smile in amusement. The taller man let himself fall on top of his roommate, tired sigh leaving him.

“Oi! You’re heavy!”

“Hm? Too bad I don’t care.”

“Augh?! You little shit!”

And again, they were laughing, Kaveh ruffling the scribe’s hair in a playful manner.

Once they settled down Al-Haitham hummed softly. His hand mindlessly caressed Kaveh’s  messy hair while he let the blonde cuddle against his chest.

“I love you.”

A ghost of a kiss pressed against the architect’s forehead. Kaveh smiled tiredly, his eye fluttering slightly. His chest felt warm, his stomach felt tingly, butterflies flying around in it. Taking  a deep breath of Al-Haitham’s scent, he opened his mouth.

“I love you too.”

[chichis-interlude]

Hi, how are you? Before I started talking I wanted to say that I don't know if it's right because I'm using the translator, well I'm going to try to summarize my story in the void I discovered the empty state a year ago and in that one year I tried and every time I failed and I don't know what else I do, my first attempt was using a sub but I got scared and ended up leaving more so I heard everything or my surroundings and the other times I ended up sleeping!! I wanted to enter the empty state sleeping but I don't know how and I don't know if I. I can get into the void today tomorrow or later !! Help me, please

Hey baddiee 🫶🏾🫶🏾

So first of we need to understand WHAT the void is.

I'm @ this site bc that's where I got the info from before even hopping onto Tumblr but if u don't wanna go read it ill break ts down.

The void is a deep meditative state when your MIND is awake but your BODY is asleep and according to those who have entered it, it's the most peaceful experience they've ever had.

So now that we know what it is. How the hell do we enter it?

There are many many ways to enter this state and you can find soooo many ways to do so on Tumblr, personally I reblog a lot of ways to do so and not every method will work for everyone so you just gotta do a lot of them then stick with the one that you're gut tells you. "yh it's this one right here."

But there are sm that you just see complicating it and you're just so confused and lost because you'll be thinking 'you're preaching that it's easy to enter but you're here making a whole ritual? Babes bfr'

And it's so flipping annoying seeing this bc all it those is make them look like liars when in fact it CAN BE SO EASY. But its only easy when you make it easy. If you out it on a pedestal when the void IS IN YOU it'll be way harder to enter. Not impossible but way harder.

So first you need to remember YOU are the void, and YOU control ts it does NOT control YOU.

Now for the methods

I'm a simple person and I hate complicated methods bc it makes the void seem like flipping Jesus when it's in fact just...you.

For example this relatively new method byv@luckykiwiii101 the distraction method. Is basically just distracting yourself from the 3D by imagining ANYTHING. It could be singing a song in your head or a mental movie or you can be counting or affirming like it DOESN'T MATTER, as long as you're body ain't moving but your brain still working it's ENOUGH. Just anything that will distract you enough for your body to fall asleep because thinking a lot will make your mind stay active and awake (FYI it's better to do this in a sleepy state and if yk you're gonna fall asleep, sit up while doing it)

Like there's literally nothing to it?? Just lay down (or sit up) and try not to move then just be thinking ab random things like? It's so flipping simple yet it's almost gotten me into the void??? (but my ass got distracted 😭).

Lols that's all I got for you bbg but just remember you are, you were and will always be that b and when you're that b everything else just falls into place.🤷🏾‍♀️.

[wyvernscales]

Act 2 DATV thoughts. Spoilers:

Anaris is kinda…

I wasn’t really expecting a literal bloodbath

BELOVED XENON 💕

Dragon Age lOVES a good haunted house mystery

So wait, going into the fade fade is just normal now?

Hezzenkoss is kinda kunty

Are we finally getting into the Last Flight stuff?

Isseya????????

Anyone notice how Ghil doesn’t have eyes???

Elgar Zaddyyyy

Final forbidden one down

These circles are related to the executors I just knowww it

Manfred was naughty :(

The way I feel about refusing death is the way a Christian might describe a sin

ISSEYA???????

Not Bellara writing friendfiction

Nice little family dinner that went about as well as any of my family gatherings tbh

The Harding storyline is. Hmm. “The dwarves lost everything and the elves have it all” Which is. A hell of a take. Given the fact that I have another quest where Venatori are about to sacrifice an entire Dalish clan for their blood. 

I have nothing specific to say here. I just liked Lucanis’ fade quest

Damas’ va is plays someone else in the series, I just can’t remember who

ITS ISSEYAAAAAAAAAA

Yk, I’m kinda getting the Neve love now

The bird shit on the roofs of Antiva is a nice touch

GILF WIN!

God I love the way Assan is animated

Bossy Neve at the venatori party is kinda….

I still don’t get why the Venatori are openly working with the Evanuris tho. It would be one thing if they all thought they were actually working with the Old Gods, but they just say Elgar’nan. Yeah, they’re powerful, but so is Tevinter supremacy and racism.

Also I brought Taash to the gathering bc it was funny, and no one said anything about it???

I do like how the Venatori fangirl over rook

This game Better not turn me into a Solas girlie

You Have Earned the Dread Wolf’s Respect

Well. There’s nothing really funny to say about the dragon king finale. Yeah. Yk I’ve had some complaints about the voice direction, but. Yeah.

Now. The Davrin choice is actually a tough one.

Also does Solas know what’s going on with Harding??? Bc tbh I don’t really know what’s going on with her.

DELIGHTFUL SON BOY MANFRED 💕

For a guy supposedly terrified of death, Emmrich has no problem rolling with the Veilguard

NO MANFREDDDDD

MANFRED HAS BECOME A REAL BOY!!!!!!

So my Rook has stated that she both is and isn’t Dalish at various points so….

Oh Em x Strife sounds cute

The Butcher is kinda..

Oh God he’s so hot.

Fuck. I want him so bad.

Bbg I was not paying attention to anything he was saying

Still would let him butcher this puss—

Support NonBinary wrongs today!

Have we just forgotten that qamek is like. Literally brain melting.

Is there any particular reason Ivenci is a mage btw? Antiva has circles.

The Solas convo with the inquisitor is so juicy bc I’m playing as my Lavellan’s daughter. It’s such a mom-coded convo to begin with but,

The Antivan decor is soooo cunty

I love how all the companions bother Hezzenkoss’ skull in the Lighthouse

Well. That can’t be good. Astronomically speaking.

Not me and Taash getting into a fight before the final battle. NOT ROOK CRYING :(((((

All the fucking blight boils on the Ghil fight JESUS

I mean yeah, that bald bitch was obviously up to something

But OUGH I’m so SICKKK. What if your mom’s ex tried to trap you in a prison of his own regret. Bc there was no other way. Even though he loves your mother. And you by proxy. I’m SICK.

Oh I realllly like what they did here

Varric Haters of the World REJOICE! (I can appreciate the emotional weight of the scene tho too I guess)

[releaseholiday]

I got to a stage where I accept what's going on with stunts and bbg... I think they gave up and they gave up why their young them were fighting... I think at one point they wanted us to be supportive of their "fights" but I think today we are bothering them more than helping them. I think we don't have to fight and defend ourselves anymore because they don't really want us on this point anymore

I even think today nothing no longer seems to match them together. It's sad. I think the L&Hs in their teenage and early adult years would be heartbroken in some ways but I think they would be proud professionally with the tours and the albums and the successes.

I'm sad to see that professionalism has taken over who they really were and their struggles.

I am sad to see that they have accepted unacceptable situations and that they now look at us as if we were walking against the current when they were the ones who had established this march.

I just hope they are really happy because the lost years we do not catch up with them.

I never wished for anything crazy because it's their private lives and it's their fights not mine. I just want them both to be really happy, calm and fulfilled on all sides. I just want them to be happy with what they do and what they have. I don't know what's behind the curtains and I don't know them personally, I just want them happy. I just saw them more often miserable than happy and I admit that recently I manage to see them a little more fulfilled... Can they find the right stability for everything.

[niniluvsainz]

labyrinth ☽ ln4

masterlist!

in which... he has one friendship bracelet and a dream.

pairings... lando norris x fem!singer!reader

face claim: sabrina carpenter (but you can imagine reader however you'd like!)

warnings... simp lando, cursing, reader is insinuated to be american in one comment but you can just skip past that, use of y/n, oscar is trying so hard to not be noticed as a y/n fan, reader is basically taylor swift, you probably don't know when reader and lando get together bcs even i dont know but i added dates so maybe that helps?, oh and labyrinth the version that tay sang at the eras tour on the piano bcs that is superior.

author's note... yea we're burning tf out of the whole taylor / travis situation, but i'm adding my twist to it hehe

lando: it's today people.

max: WE KNOW

george: someone is moody.

max: lando, if by some chance you get to interact with her, don't say anything stupid. you've waited too long to fuck it up.

pierre: oscar, how much does lando bombard you with anything related to y/n?

oscar: i've listened to her entire discography without my consent. and i know her entire lore.

carlos: mate just have fun tonight

alex: lily said if you by some miracle get to speak to y/n to tell her that her biggest fan, lily, is her biggest fan

lando: great. oscar i'm picking you up at four.

logan: wait OSCAR'S GOING?

oscar: again, against my will.

nando: if you get to say anything to y/n tell her im a big fan

charles: NANDO TOO?

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17 august 2024.

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yourusername uk i loved you too much! 🩵 thank you so much for an amazing tour. the past year has been absolutely magical, and i' so happy i got to spend it with you all. i don't know, maybe add a few more shows for next year? 🩶

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user1 mother

user2 WE LOST THE OUTSIDE AND CASTLES CRUMBLING UK YOU WILL SEE HELL.

↳ user3 HOW DARE SHE MAKE THESE THE LAST SONGS FOR THE TOUR

user4 how does a 24 year old sell out stadiums internationally. i've been with homegirl since she was in her country yeehaw era 🥲

↳ user5 she is the moment. she is the music industry.

↳ user6 so real

gracieabrams loved opening for u bbg 💞

↳ yourusername I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 💖

milomanheim great work out there lil sis 🖤

↳ yourusername thank u for being there every step of the way bsf 🥹

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vanityfair formula one driver, lando norris, has been spotted at y/n l/n's headline tour! the british mclaren driver has been associated with l/n after publicly announcing he's a major fan. oscar piastri (not pictured), the other mclaren f1 driver, also attended the concert with his teammate. link in bio for more updates of celebrities spotted at this world-revolting concert.

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↳ carlossainz55 amazing, mate! show me videos when we see each other again!

↳ maxverstappen1 i sure hope after tonight you'll stop talking about her.

↳ charles_leclerc lowkey...jealous

↳ pierregasly i already miss the lando before he went to this concert.

↳ logansargeant american talent rahhh 🦅

↳ georgerussell63 haha she didn't talk to u.

↳ oscarpiastri don't tell me you caught my screaming during dont blame me.

↳ alex_albon so did you talk to her?

↳ fernandoalo_oficial i liked her song 'nonsense'.

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"Lando, great qualifying for you today." The interviewer spoke whilst Lando adjusted the microphone in front of him. "It seems you had a great summer break, and it helped you recharge for the rest of the season, we hope. The internet was crazy when they saw pictures of you," Lando laughed nervously, as he knew what was about to be said.

"Tell us, how was summer break. We of course know what happened, but what did you feel was good about the break?"

"Er, yeah." Lando adjusted his cap. "I had an amazing break, got to see the family. And my idol." The blush was recognizable on the Papaya driver. "Y/N L/N. I went to her concert in the UK, and it was an enjoyable moment." Lando knew if he went further, he would just ramble on and on about Y/N.

"But, did you get to interact with her?" This was the question that made the British's smile falter.

"No, I did not, unfortunately." If one dream (other than being in Formula One and winning a WDC) would to come true, it would be to even interact with you. You were his idol, the person he grew up listening to. From when you were thirteen and releasing country songs, changing to pop, and to this day he was forever your number one supporter. No other person would be able to change his love for you.

"I actually made a friendship bracelet with my phone number on it, and another one with the letters L, N and my racing number. Just to keep to myself. The one with my number was for me to trade with her." Lando chuckled. "I know she probably doesn't speak to people before or after the concert. I mean, singing for three hours-you have to save every ounce of your voice for that. At the time, I took it personally. But now, I got to understand."

"And if you were to say something to her right now, what would you say?" The interviewer asked again.

"Um..." Lando thought about his words carefully. "That she's my absolute daylight. And I hope one day she comes to a race."

"Thank you, Lando." The interviewer said, before Lando was off the camera and another driver took over.

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25 august 2024.

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etentertainment after mclaren's f1 driver, lando norris, expressed he went to y/n l/n's "the eras tour" but didn't have the opportunity to speak with her before or after the concert, the singer-songwriter has now been spotted at the zandvoort grand prix.

📷 : gettyimages

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user7 OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WHAT WORLD ARE WE LIVING IN

user8 I'VE BEEN WAITING ON MISS L/N TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT LANDO

user9 MISS MA'AM STARTED FOLLOWING SOME OF THE DRIVERS TODAY AS WELL

↳ user10 omg y/n in her f1 wag era 🫢

user11 she clearly is losing spotlight in the entertainment world so she has to seek help elsewhwere

↳ user12 i dont know maybe being the youngest artist to cover the top fifteen spots in the charts, sell out stadiums for her tour, is constantly being heard everywhere because of her songwriting or her songs in general all while still finishing her studies at university seems pretty successful to me but i mean, why would a thirty-year old man think that's more successful than sitting on a couch all day having something shitty to say about a woman who is thriving in life.

↳ user11 i work from the office.

↳ user13 dad, why are you fighting on the internet again.

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↳ maxverstappen1 no he fell to his knees mid-paddock when we were walking back to start the race

↳ user14 OMG Y/N IS IN THE PADDOCK?!

↳ user15 lando is seeing stars rn

↳ user16 he literally said in the interview yesterday after quali he wanted y/n to come to a race, AND HIS MF WISH COMES TRUE THE VERY NEXT DAY?

↳ yourusername awee where is he i wanna meet him 🫶

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maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 lando fell to his knees seconds after this picture was taken. checo tripped over him. y/n helped them up, and lando threw checo out so he could be the only one to hold y/n.

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landonorris no that was all you.

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yourusername oh look at that

tagged: mclaren, landonorris

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maxverstappen1 he actually made dinner good. it wasnt poisonous this time.

↳ landonorris i always cook well. you just don't like my impeccable classy taste.

carlossainz55 thank you for coming to zandvoort y/n i dont think i could've handled any more of lando's horrible cooking skills

↳ yourusername you all had yukitsunoda0511 ? isn't he the chef around here

↳ yukitsunoda0511 every one of them don't understand food. i'm unappreciated here.

↳ yourusername i appreciate you yuki 🥺

user17 i hope she gets close to the grid

user18 why do i lowk want her to date lando 🤭

↳ user19 girl we all do

charles_leclerc it was so nice meeting you, y/n!

↳ yourusername likewise, charles! but i think i liked your girlfriend better ;)

↳ alexandrasaintmleux im all yours babe

oscarpiastri it was fun meeting u or wtv

↳ yourusername lando sent me the videos and i will release them.

↳ oscarpiastri YOU WOULDN'T DARE.

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7 september 2024.

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caption: good day with good people

tagged: maxverstappen1, yourusername, landonorris

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1 october 2024.

Another interview with Teen Vogue you were currently attending. It was a video for "Answering Fan Questions". The interview was going smoothly, until you got to a question that almost made you giggle.

How did you end up attending the Dutch Grand Prix this year? You laughed lightly, unable to hide the small blush appearing over your nose and cheeks.

"Yeah, I had the opportunity to attend a Formula One Race this year. It was very fun."

Did you know one of the drivers attended one of your concerts? One of the team members from the magazine asked behind the camera.

"Two drivers," you corrected before trying to divert the answer back to the initial question. "And yes I did know of their attendance. I didn't at the time of the concert, but when I did, I got a message from another driver. Max Verstappen." You hid your face in between your hands because you knew you were about to look like a bloated tomato.

"Um, yeah--and he messages me on Instagram. He's like 'Y/N' and 'please answer me', and sent about ten messages before I noticed the messages. So I text back and I say 'oh hi'," you mimicked a high pitch voice. "And he ends up telling me how devastated Lando was that he didn't get to talk to me. So because he, and the rest of the grid, were absolutely annoyed about Lando talking about me, he invited me to the Dutch Grand Prix, because it was also his home race." The smile couldn't be stopped from spreading on your face. "And of course I'm sure the world of F1 saw how Max and Lando reacted. One fell and the other was crying," you laughed.

"But yeah, it started as a favor to his mate. And now we're all a tight circle. I think I have discovered my found family."

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10 october 2024.

landonorris

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landonorris oh my god! she's insane! she wrote a song about me... on the piano!

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maxverstappen1 stop saying it. we get it.

↳ landonorris UH OH, OH NO, OH LOOK! i dont care

yourusername my number one supporter 😍

↳ landonorris since ‘09 baby 😘

charles_leclerc i helped her too

↳ landonorris um, am i supposed to thank you?

↳ user20 IM CRYUING

oscarpiastri can you both get off my timeline

↳ user21 remember oscuh, they both have blackmail material

↳ mclaren you're actually all about to traumatize him for life with these blackmail videos (we're gonna blast them at the next race)

georgerussell63 ew.

↳ yourusername shut up you literally are always all lovey-dovey-cuddly with carmie

↳ landonorris oh we also have blackmail of you and carmen

↳ georgerussell63 you are speaking with the blackmail ceo of f1, you know?

user22 AHH PARENTS FINALLY TOGETHER

user23 BEEN HERE SINCE KARTING LANDO SAID HE WAS A FAN OF Y/N

↳ user24 OMG SAME 😭

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12 november 2024.

yourusername

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yourusername oh, i'm falling in love. thank u for being my muse, little lando. labyrinth out tonight @ midnight in honor of your birthday, noodles <3

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pierregasly i cried.

↳ yourusername you screamed actually

↳ francisca.cgomes sent the video, babe 😘

lewishamilton so happy for you both

↳ yourusername i love you father

↳ lewishamilton go tell fernando that, i'm not that old

↳ fernandoalo_oficial yourusername hi lando didn't tell you but i'm a big fan

↳ yourusername i love you father <33

carlossainz55 lando was bold. he took a string with beads and was determined. i'll give him creds for that

↳ yourusername right like i had no faith in the man

↳ landonorris i can read the comments, you know

landonorris still starstruck but i love you so much

↳ yourusername i love you 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

↳ landonorris i dont like that emoji

alex_albon lily when are u writing a song about me

↳ lilymhe are the playlists i make with half of them including all of y/n's discography not enough for me to show you my love?

↳ user25 you're so real for that lily

logansargeant now that we're basically related, can you add more shows so i can go to a concert

↳ logansargeant oscar stop hacking my account

↳ oscarpiastri i didnt do that!!!

↳ yourusername staring at you like a damn hawk when you were typing and i got the notification. just admit u like my music is it that hard?

↳ landonorris i will catch him singing one of your songs. one day.

↳ oscarpiastri good luck.

↳ logansargeant soo are you adding any more shows?

idk maybe thinking of doing a small drabble of how oscar and lando were at y/n's concert? i feel like i built up that suspense lmao but hope u enjoy 🫶

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a brush of luck

— In a world where soulmates exist you can communicate yours with a brush of a pen. It just doesn’t help that you are a certified idiot with a skill in misplacing things. —

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, angst, soulmate!au, cursing

word count: 4,229

a/n: this is for the bnaharem collab and I was super horrible and was not ready and i just woke up and threw this together please dont hate me uhuhuhuhhh see the masterlist here!!!

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“Hey, y/l/n, you forget this!”

Your hair was falling into your face, your face flustered, and your binders filled with paper seemed to be liquid as they slowly fell to the ground.

Kaminari stood behind you when you turned around. His lips were picked into a kind smile. It was a teasing one too by the small glint in his eyes while he held onto your backpack and phone. A look of self-realized stupidity washed over your face when your head threw back into a groan. How stupid were you, really?

“I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, throwing your things onto the nearest desk. You felt the tips of your ears burn with embarrassment when Kaminari helped you slip on your backpack and pocketed your phone in the jacket pocket. “I swear I’m the most forgetful person in the world.”

“Well, you do really clinch the title of the person who would forget their head if it wasn’t on their shoulders.”

Snorting, you shoved him with your shoulder, and he helped you regather your things with a low groan.

“Let’s see the tattoo,” you grin, ready to head out once again. Groaning loudly, Kaminari didn’t seem to want to give in to your demand, but still, with a twitch of his eye and a shove of his sleeve, he showed off his arm. “You know what, I’m going to say it—”

“I’m going to say it, I don’t care that you broke your elbows,” Kaminari finishes the phrase with you with a snort.

“Do you think it’s the first thing out of their mouth or matching tattoo?” you asked curiously when you blond best friend also prepped to leave the classroom for the day. 

“I hope its the first thing out of their mouth, imagine how fucking ultra sexy foxy hot that would be,” Kaminari moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his eyes at the thought. Gagging at the visual horniness of that thought, you walked away, grinning at the way that Kaminari stumbled over his feet to catch up with you.

This was the world you lived in, the world of soulmates.

You weren’t sure when they had first started, but you know that it wasn’t always a phenomenon that was around. When you roamed the internet looking at old, old stories on soulmates, these theories, these worlds were built on one single concept.

They wrote about a world of black and white for everyone until that fateful moment, or matching tattoos for everyone. But no, this world was much more complicated, much more detailed. Yes, in the world there were a lot of theories that ended up being true, but the thing they didn’t see coming was that every couple — every polyamorous relationship consisted of a unique theme.

Kaminari’s soulmate was linked with tattoo’s, and the purpose behind said symbol was unknown, unheard of until he met them. Yours, as you could guess and know, was also different. Pressing your fingers against the pen that sat on the inside pocket of your uniform jacket, you smiled when Kaminari’s arm was thrown around you.

“At least you’ve never lost or forgotten that pen of yours, that would be dangerous!”

“I promise I will never ever forget it.”

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You sat on your bed nearing midnight. You were cocooned into your blankets flipping through your Hero Lawbook that you were supposed to have read months ago, but now finally was. Humming to yourself, you read through the apparent laws and the not so evident laws.

For instance, there is a law that Pro Heroes are not allowed to eat off the edge of buildings anymore! American transfer students had littered so much it became a law!

Snorting to yourself, you flipped the page.

But something warm pressed into your forearm, the most heated energy that sent shivers down your spine. It was comforting as it was ethereal. The second your body recognized the feeling, the Hero Lawbook went soaring across the room, and you grabbed your pen that was waiting at your side for ages now. 

Hi, sorry I’m just able to get back to you. I had a bunch of homework and friends who just let me leave them.

Smiling to yourself, you twirled the pen in your fingers and scribbled down your response:

It’s all good, I’ve been studying this entire time too, was just bored and didn’t respond to you earlier today!

Your soulmate theme was straightforward and quite comprehensive — it was dubbed the Forearm and Pen theme (you hated that theme). You could communicate with your soulmate by writing with the pen on your arm, but it only worked with that pen, nothing else.

The year you were to turn sixteen, you received a pen from literally out of the blue. You remember celebrating New Year with your class in your first year at U.A.; it had been an enjoyable night! Everything in life was still going fantastic, and your class was finally past the excellent friend’s point and felt like a genuine family. You remember hugging and telling everyone good night, still being fifteen at that point, and stumbling back to your room exhausted.

When you had gotten back to your room, you didn’t even undress; simply tugging off your pants and removing your bra, you threw yourself onto the bed. But you had landed on something stiff and painful, groaning your hands shuffled for whatever it was that you fell on, and when you grabbed it, you froze at the sight of the white box. 

Was this a gift?

Your entire life, you had always wondered if you did have a soulmate, most people you knew after all had soulmate markers that appeared since birth. But you were perfectly normal. You saw all colors; you had no shared pain; there was no tattoo, no mind link, no dream meetings.

Nothing.

You were normal.

Sighing, you opened the box, hoping that it was from someone you at the very least respected.

Inside was a silver pen.

You blinked your eyes rapidly, unsure of what you were looking at, there were no initials, no engraving, nothing. 

It was an exquisite pen, and despite what you thought, it was very, very light. Frowning, your fingers pushed down on the pen, but there was nothing that came out, was there no ink?

Shrugging, you dragged it against your arm feeling the way that the cool tip delicately massaged your arm. It felt nice.

“Holy shit!”

Your eyes saw the pretty grey silvery ink on your forearm. It stood out against your skin, the ink appearing nowhere else but your arm, and then it hit you.

This was for your soulmate!

With excitement tearing through you, your exhaustion no longer bitting on your skull, but the overwhelming need to know that this was for your soulmate shook you awake. Twirling the pen in your fingers, you couldn’t help but start writing.

OMG HI

You sat there staring at your forearm, unsure as to what to do next. What do you do next?

Hey?

If your heart could be anywhere but your chest, you were nearly positive it existed within your throat at this very moment. This was nervewracking, holy shit.

Sorry, you don’t know me, but I’m ___ ___.

You frowned when you tried to write your name, it was stopping you.

It seems that we do have some rules to this entire thing.

They responded back to you, and as if they could hear you, you groaned loudly.

This soulmate shit was already stopping your excitement, it seemed.

From that very first night, the two of you were able to discover a few things. First off, anything too personal was not allowed to be written out. So names, location, and gender were the biggest ones. Birthdays were not, and you were quick to find out that both of you were still fifteen. Second of all, just because you couldn’t figure out where exactly you both were located, you did manage to put together that you were both in Japan. Third of all, your soulmate was a Hero in Training just like you and was a male. Last, of all, you were quick to realize that you were in love with the way your body felt like it was gently warming up whenever he messaged you.

I think I deserve a round of applause.

You grinned after writing your sentence, your eyes watching while the warmth filled your body and his writing slowly appearing on your forearm.

Did you not forget anything today? I find that hard to believe.

You had to suppress a scream.

WELL, IT HAPPENED! I GOT EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO BRING BACK TO MY ROOM WITH ME!!

Weren’t you the one who forgot to bring your entire backpack to school the other day?

NO! I said I almost did, but my bestie got it for me!

How do you forget everything? I think you should try to make a list to make sure that you always have things you need for the day.

... I do… but I always lose the list, and im always running late…

You’re the worst…

Congrats bbg, I’m your soulmate

The world really doesn’t want to bless me with a good life, it seems…

HEY, THAT’S MEAN!

The two of you banter for what seems like hours, the night sky fading from blackness to the deep blue of the sky right before the sunrise. You had spent the entire night curled into your pillow, your face shoved into the soft fabric to suppress your chortling snorts because you geniunely enjoyed interacting with your soulmate. But it was late, and you both had classes early that next morning.

Okay, asshole, I need to sleep! I got this stupid test tomorrow that I did not study for. I'll write to ya tomorrow!! Goodnight!!!

Don’t be rude to your soulmate :( but goodnight, and good luck on that test, sorry for keeping you up.

Smiling at his words, you put the pen to your forearm one last time.

I will never ever accept your apology for making me stay up, I love talking with you, goodnight soulmate, sweet dreams.

You placed the pen down, your eyes fluttering close, heavy with sleep. But still, no exhaustion could suppress the fluttering warmth in your body when words appeared on your arm. 

Sweet dreams, soulmate.

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“Fuck, sorry,” you groaned when you sleepily slammed into the person standing in front of you. 

Blinking tiredness away from your eyes — poorly at that too — you focused up at Shouto. Grinning, you waved at your classmate, who looked almost as exhausted as you felt and definitely looked.

“It’s okay,” he nodded at you stepping to the side so that the two of you could walk side to side.

“You ready for that test today?” you asked after moments of silence.

You and Todoroki Shouto were not as close as you would like to be. Since day one, you had always had a thing for the duality of a man, and while it was mostly superficial feelings derived from the fact that he was attractive above anything else, it still made you awkward around him. At the time, your feelings were still holding you down, you always fully believed that you had no soulmate, so you thought maybe you could sweep him off his feet. It was rumored that his scar covered up his own soulmate mark, so there was no way for him to know who his soulmate was.

Selfishly and embarrassingly, you hoped that you could have him.

Then you met your soulmate, and things changed.

But now you and your classmates were all eighteen and held the world in your hands, yet you couldn’t speak to him usually still.

“There’s no test today?” Shouto stilled, his eyes narrowing in confusion, and your eyes screwed too.

“Isn’t it… Friday? We have a Hero Law test?”

“Y/l/n,” Shouto snorted a grin spreading across his features, “It’s Wednesday.”

If there was a god, he would shoot you right now.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment while you walked faster to the classroom, Shouto keeping up with your pace easily, he was taller than you after all.

“Shut up,” you warned, your gaze not reaching Shouto’s who was staring at you.

“I wasn’t speaking.”

“I could hear you thinking!”

Shouto put on a smirk, his eyes teasing you, and his mouth dropping to speak, but there was a loud interruption.

“Y/L/N-CHAAAANNNNNN!!!!”

Both of you turned to see Kaminari chasing after you, his arms waving, looking out of breath.

“YOU FORGOT YOUR JACKET AND TIE!”

Shouto chuckled beside you, and you stared down to see that you were, in fact, only wearing half of your uniform. If there’s a god, he will end you now, you thought.

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You're not serious right now, are you?

Going on three years of knowing your soulmate, or at the very least talking with him, you thought you had a good understanding of who he was. He was strong, powerful, and kind. He came off a bit standoffish at times but was the dumbest person you’ve ever known. Common sense was not his friend, and that was okay. 

Even at times when the two of you had your differing opinions because it did happen, it never snowballed more into a small annoyance that the two of you would apologize for and move on. But this was something that shouldn’t have had become a fight, it shouldn’t have been anything more potent than a difference of opinion, but when you suggested entertaining the thought of when the two of you would finally meet, he was uncharacteristically cold. 

Hurt by his tone, you told him, and he said you to grow up until it became this written fight.

Why couldn’t you talk about meeting?

Why didn’t he want to think about what would happen when the two of you would meet?

It was getting ugly for no reason, a fight just to fight, and it was making you nauseous.

But he crossed a line that couldn’t be fixed when he wrote a simple sentence:

Just because you’re my soulmate doesn’t mean I have to love you, meet you, or marry you.

So there you sat, your bottom lip trembling with tears streaking down your blotchy face. He wasn’t being serious, was he? There was no way… no fucking way this was him. The warmth that flooded your body with his new message felt ice-cold, poisoning you from the inside out while you read it.

You're my soulmate, but I have no obligation to do anything with you now or ever. The world chose you for me, not me. I didn’t choose you. I don’t owe you anything here. Soulmates are bullshit and don’t fucking bother messaging me again if you expect me to fall in love with you just because our “souls are connected”

It was needless to say that you didn’t respond back, not because you felt like he should love you because of your connected souls, but because your sobbing and broken emotions left you curled into a ball, ready for a sleepless slumber to take you.

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“You don’t look too hot,” Kaminari told you, hitting you with his foot when your bleary and puffy eyes stared at your best friend.

Kirishima and Mina, who were sitting beside him, elbowed him at the same time, berating him for his insensitive comment. You could feel Sero and Bakugou staring at you, their eyes concerned and curious. 

“What’s eating ya up?” Sero asked, and you found a rock-forming in your throat when you shrugged.

“Soulmate problems…”

“That was fucking obvious,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, taking a drink of his water. “Tell us the problem, not a stupid summary.”

Surprisingly that’s all it took for you to come undone, and you explained what happened with tears falling down your face and a sniffling nose. There was a lot to tell them about it, and you showed them the pen while explaining the entire story. They listened to every word you uttered, faces concern but taking in everything you said.

“You’re an idiot,” Bakugou spoke the second you were finished, his eye twitching while he glared at you. You swallowed thickly, placing the pen on the table while Bakugou edged closer towards you. “He’s not wrong, you know, stupid fucking soulmates are just this irrational solution to an irrational problem. Love is much more complex than that, and you don’t seem to have been fighting for him in that way either, sure you seem like good friends, but that doesn’t give you the right to expect him to love you. But he was a complete fucking dick about it, so I say kill him.”

Your — and all of the rest of your friend group — eyes widened at his words. With nothing to follow him up, you all continued to stare at him while he munched on his food.

“WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING EXTRAS LOOKING AT!”

“Is Bakugou a love expert?” Mina’s stage whispered to the group.

“He almost was, but then he said to kill y/n’s soulmate, so probably not anymore,” Kirishima responded back.

“SHUT THE HELL UP BEFORE I KILL YOU!”

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It took four days before the warm feeling shot through your body again.

Fuck, I'm really sorry, I was a complete fucking dick. I said a lot of things, and i didn’t mean to say I was angry and upset, and I know that you're upset, rightfully upset, but i don’t want to lose you.

No matter how long it took for him to get back to you, your heart squeezed with euphoria and poison, your hands moving to grab your pen in your pocket.

It wasn’t there.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

You tore apart your room, trying to find the silver pen but you couldn’t find it.

Stay as mad as you want, I just… please talk with me soon, even if it takes five days. I'm sorry, soulmate.

Frustrated tears poured down your face, nausea almost making you wheeze when you stared at the words you wanted to reply to.

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One day after he apologized:

Don’t want to bother you, just wanted to apologize again and say that I miss you, talk to you soon.

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Five days after he apologized:

I’m not really sure if this is normal or not… I'm not really… educated when it comes to romance and shit like that, especially when it comes to someone being upset with the other… my female classmates told me that I should expect a response from you soon. I'm really sorry, please write soon.

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So it seems that i’ve fucked up to the point of no return. I'm sorry, I miss you, I love you. Maybe one day I can reconvince you that I'm your soulmate for a good reason, but I guess I’ll have to work on that.

It had been fourteen days since he had apologized, and you sat in your room with tears streaming down your face. You wanted to respond back, but even fourteen days of tirelessly searching U.A.’s entire campus, ripping it stone by stone, there was no finding your pen. Every day without fail, he gave you an update of his day and another apology. Every day they got more hopeless, more pained.

This was his last message for a while, he needed time to work things out with himself now, the strain of this and graduation coming soon being too much to handle at the moment. 

Wiping your tears for what felt like the hundredth time within this past twenty minutes, you stood up on your wobbly legs to go downstairs for water. You were dehydrated and absolutely needed to get out for both fresh air and water.

Walking down the stairwell with swollen eyes, you groaned when you slammed into a body when you opened the door to the common area. 

Shouto blinked down at you, and you felt your throat clampdown at the pained look in his own eyes.

“Have you been—”

“Are you—”

You both spoke over each other, and despite the horrid feeling coursing through your bones, you cracked a smile.

“I’m getting water,” you explained with a shrug. “Long night ya know, just needed to replenish my system so I can cry some more.”

Shouto stared at you, and with horror, you realized precisely what you had said.

“Oh my god, ignore me!” you squeak, covering your face trying to move past him, but Shouto seemed to be curious now and followed after you.

“What’s making you cry?” he asked while you rush to the fridge to get your glass of water.

“What’s got you upset?” you counter downing the cup of water.

Shouto sighed, leaning against the counter of the island in the kitchen. “Would it be weird to say its soulmate issues?”

Swallowing the water in your mouth, you shook your head, a tired smile on your face, “Embarrassingly enough, my issue is also with soulmate stuff.”

A joyless chuckle escaped his mouth, and Shouto’s head tilted backward. You studied his jaw and the way his body seemed tense, too tense.

“What happened?” you press gently standing next to him, shouldering him gently.

“I fucked up, and now my soulmate won’t talk with me,” he says slowly, his head nodding while he glances at you. “I guess telling your soulmate you don’t want them is a bad thing.”

You snorted, nodding your head in agreement, “It’s not just a bad thing, its a super fucked up thing.”

Shouto sighed in agreement, and there was silence when you took another drink of your water.

“I didn’t know you were in contact with your soulmate, though,” you smile wistfully, your hand twirling the cup on the counter. “How’d you meet them?”

“I actually don’t know who they are,” Shouto admitted with pursed lips, and your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “I have that soulmate thing where you write on your arm, and they can read it.”

Showing off his arm, you glanced at the pale skin. You nodded your head when he pulled out a silver pen that looked similar to yours.

“Well,” you shrug your shoulders, motioning him to write. “I’m no expert, but let’s see if I can help you get your soulmate to forgive you.”

“T-They haven’t responded to me in two weeks…” Shouto’s voice cracks, and the number burns a hole through your stomach. “I’ve written every day, but no answer. I don’t really know what to do, and all the girls in the class don’t really know what to do. Bakugou also said to go fuck myself over it, so I don’t think I really have had any help.”

Ignoring the twisting in your stomach, you willed your weirdness away to shuffle in your seat, “Well, you haven’t asked me, asshole, come on, let’s see what I can do.”

Shouto chuckles, his head nodding, “That is true, but to be fair, you’ve been anywhere, but in the dorm these past few weeks.”

“I lost something,” you mutter embarrassed, but you shake away your problems and point at his wrist. “Write an apology.”

You watched when he wrote, the words expressing his apology and love seeping through the silvery ink on his wrist. You told him to add things to delete things, but in the end, it ended up feeling like a genuine and sincere apology. You watched his pen leave his skin and a warmth shot through your arm. 

Shivering, you looked at your arm, trying to see what your soulmate had written to you even though he said he was going to stop.

The words he wrote appeared on your skin.

Your eyes widened when you stared at Shouto, who was also staring at your arm. 

Your eyes met in an almost world-altering way. This entire time, for three whole years, the two of you had been by each other and never knew. Midnight conversations wasted through ink instead of face to face. Your heart hammered in your throat, and tears once again poured from your eyes when you both stood at full height, staring at each other.

Todoroki Shouto was your soulmate — he was yours, and you were his.

“I’m so sorry, y/n, I don’t know what happened to me. You didn’t deserve that, and fuck, I’m so sorry—”

“I lost my pen, and I couldn’t respond back, I forgave you, but I had no way of reaching back! But I was always forcing myself onto you—”

You both interrupted the other, and now you stared at each other, drinking in the presence of each other and belittling yourselves for not knowing sooner; looking at it now, it was just so obvious. You can’t help it and pull him into a hug. His strong arms wrap around you, and you can hear his hammering heart on your ear, and it fills you up with the familiar warmth when he writes you. This seemed to be a brush of luck it seems.

“Can I kiss you, soulmate.”

“Please do.”

[angelthebedsheet]

a/n: @tom-hlover i hope this was to your liking! it was a lil hard but i do love tom holland’s spidey so here it is! i just assumed that it was a romantic relationship too !!

lets get it!

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okay so first things first?

yall are ATTACHED at the hip

ned and mj clown peter for this all the fucking TIME

like he always walks you to class and sits next to you in class

peter we get it you want this melanin dial it back

and you are a superhero FIEND

anyone who knows you knows you go feral for superheroes and spiderman specifically

mj knows this, ned knows this, peter definitely knows this

mj always just gotta give peter a look like

whenever you start gushing about whatever spidey did that night

“peter did you see him last night?! he looked so amazing!”

“ah yeah n/n i saw!”

internal SCREAMING

like his beautiful amazing talented spectacular crush and best friend is fawning over him ???

mind boggling brothers

i mean your lockscreen is one of those press hold ones that move? so at first it’s a group picture of you, peter, mj and ned then you hold and boom its spidey swinging

peter found this out by accident and simply lost his mind in his room

you would do ANYTHING to see spidey in action and anYTHING TO HELP

bbg just wanna be a hero too 🤪

this day peter couldn’t come over to your house this time bc of his internship and had to leave early

aka code word for spidey shit to do lmao

and you’re a lil bummed

“but petey it’s wednesday and we were supposed watch mean girls and legally blonde.”

“i-i know i’m sorry n/n i’ll make it up to you”

mj and ned heard that and LOST IT

you frowned watching peter book it outta there like the lights were out

i mean my mans usain bolted it

mj and ned couldnt go home with you either so that sucked

you didnt usually walk home by yourself and honestly you really didn’t want to

it mf queens man. it’s not the safest place in the world

you started walking home and decided to buy some snacks n shit bc you saw them glazed donuts lookin real SCRUMPTIOUS AND FRESH in that packet

now you got the snacks secured in your bag and ready to go

you’re walking down the sidewalk when you hear some grunts and scrapping sounds?

you look down the alleyway and literally see your idol spiderman cornered

nuh uh not on your watch

you dropped your bookbag and tied ya braids/locks/afro back and took a running start

just as spidey was about to get punched you KICKED that mf straight in the cheek

spidey is like ????

“get got bitch!”

y/n???? awSHIT

its YOU

on one hand that was badass and two WHY ARE YOU HERE AND NOT HOME???

you grabbed a random pipe laying around and went ham on that bitch

peter is like confused and panicking as he stands up

you are handling your shit you aint need no mf powers

you got the black nasties on that was powerful enough

you are deadass yelling BITCH each time you hit them

peter snaps outta it and pulls you back

bc damn they knocked out alr you were bashing that hoe IN

you drop the pipe and turn to spidey with that big ol smile

peter felt his knees buckle

“you okay spidey? you looked like you needed some help?”

holy shit?

“u-uh t-thank you y–miss”

he had to speak from the belly with that

(i can hear my chorus teacher going SING FROM YOUR DIAPHRAGM)

while yall chatting it up another villain swooped in and threw some shit at yall?

idk how to describe it but it damn near almost impaled you but thankfully peter’s spidey sense kicked in and he pulled you out of the way

even though now you’re in fucking DANGER you’re losing your mind bc you are pressed up against peter’s chest

like damn spidey you really built like that?

peter on the other hand is like shit

cant let the loml aka crush slash bestfriend get hurt but i gotta fight these mfs....

he’s like fuck it man we gon dip just this once and picks you up

“hold onto me real quick?”

“o-oh okay????”

you’re living the fuckin DREAM and wrap your arms around his neck

peter’s trying to stay professional but ... girl you smell good asf and you basically intoxicating babyboy

then he just tHWIPS it outta there and hooks his foot onto your bookbag

shit was sexc even tho that didnt make much sense

yall SWINGING thru the streets with a lil funk and soul

you’re fully living the dream now baby!

he kinda just kicks his foot up and you catch your bookbag before wrapping your arms around his neck again

he swings yall onto a building roof top and you’re in awe

you’ve never seen queens like this before

he lets you go

“woah....”

“beautiful right? one of the benefits of being able to swing around”

“i know thats right...”

he’s just admiring you now

lil did we know tony stark PEEPED that shit thaNKS KAREN

you noticed spidey just staring at you and you lwk feel your cheeks heat up (bc black people don’t blush ❤️)

spidey you deadass left two CRIMINALS out in the open like hurry up

“h-hey can we take a picture together? i wanna show my petey that i met you!”

MY PETEY?????

“o-oh uh sure? also who’s.... who’s petey?”

“oh he’s my best friend! technically his name is peter but i love giving him nicknames.”

bitch oh???

you turned on your phone and show him your lockscreen pointing at peter

“isnt he just adorable?”

palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy

“ah. do you. do you like him?”

you kinda just unlock your phone while looking away

“y-yeah i mean who wouldn’t? he’s perfect... 👉🏽👈🏽”

PETER INTERNALLY WENT

bro HE’S ASCENDING

YOU LIKE HIM????

PETER PARKER???

HIMS???

THIS WHITE BOY FROM QUEENS?????

“you like peter?”

“yes.”

“peter parker?”

“yes?”

“oh thank god”

“i beg your pardon?”

PETER....

“oh i um i said that b-because i know him and im pretty sure he likes you back”

“oh???”

“y-yeah. he talks alot about you”

my mans are you really... snitching on yourself?

he really being his own wingman...

“really?”

“yup. i get it too. you’re. you’re beautiful.”

you went

😳

🕶🤏🏾

are my eyes deceiving me or is spiderman calling me BEAUTIFUL???

now yall both flustered

you’re thankful for your beautiful melaninated skin

peter’s thankful for that mf mask

“t-the picture”

“o-oh right”

cue tony PLOTTING like a mf

yall take two cute lil selfies together before spidey realizes he on the fuckin JOB

“ah i have to go let me take you home. where do you live?”

and you tell him your address even tho he already had it memorized by heart

he swang you to your doorstep and waved you goodnight before going back to handle those criminals

after that peter’s finally on his way home when tony pipes up

“was that the girl you always talk about”

“m-mr. stark??? you saw that??”

“all of it. she’s badass i want her on our team.”

“?!”

that night you got an email from tony stark and you RANG UP PETER SO QUICKLY TO LOSE YOUR SHIT ABT NOT ONLY TONY BUT SPIDEY TOO

“PETER OMFG BRO LOOOKKKKK I GOT AN EMAIL FROM TONY AND I ALSO MET SPIDERMAN TODAY. HAVE THE GODS FINALLY CHOSEN ME AS THEIR FAVORITE FOR TODAY????? JAJDJSJDNSKDNXN”

“t-that’s amazing n/n!”

the next day at school you absolutely GLOMPED him and mj

you are BUZZING with energy

mj’s kinda like?? did peter dick you down or some shit why you this hyped in the morning???

peter alr knows and is internally screaming into the void bc you like him back????

you’re already showing mj the pictures like “BRO LOOK HE EVEN HELD MY WAIST YESTERDAY!!”

ned is like 😏

mj is like 😌

they giving peter the LOOK

bc bro.... cmon now peter.

mj and ned dip leaving you to gush to peter alone

“do you think i can really be a hero petey?”

“d-definitely n/n i mean you did save spiderman yesterday”

“you’re right!”

peter has lost his shit too many times

“also petey. i like you alot.”

cheek kiss and dip

petey boy is stunned standing there in the halls like 😳

then he revives himself like ik this pretty bitch didnt just kiss and dip me like that

now he chasing you

alls good

mj and ned got blackmail too

[agl03]

(idk if it my og message went through) Can we take a moment of silence for the promo person who lost their job and gave us the biggest promo pics ever. I feel bad thinking they lost their job, or even got in trouble, but like they are a legend in the Fitzsimmons Fandom. RIP the promo person but legends never die *salute*

Anonymous said:  Where the heck did those leaked promo pics come from???!!!

Anonymous said:  THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER😂 I feel bad for that intern tho

Anonymous said:  Can we just take a moment of silence for that person who lost their job and gave us maybe the most amazing promo pictures? I’m sure they didn’t do it on purpose and I feel really bad for that person but they are a legend in the Fitzsimmons Fandom. RIP to that person but legends never die *salute*

Anonymous said:  THE NEW PROMO PHOTOS!!!

Anonymous said:  I CANT STOP LAUGHING SOMEONE CLEARLY POSTED THESE BY ACCIDENT THE WHOLE EPISDOE HAS BEEN SPOILED

Anonymous said:  Ok I really love speculating for the episodes but I don’t actually like getting spoiled especially for the finale!!! Why would they do this? But at the same time HOLY CRAP BBG FS!!!

Anonymous said:  THE PROMO PICTURES THE PEOPLE ON THE HILL HAVE WON

Anonymous said:  THE PROMO PICTURES THE PEOPLE ON THE HILL HAVE WONNEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES NANAAAAA AND DEKEEEEEEEEENEW PROMO PICTURES NEW PROMO PICTURES 

Hi Anons,

If you all can’t tell this would be about the precise moment my ask box literally imploded.   

In all seriousness we do need to have a moment of silence for whomever did this be it an accident or an act of retribution someone at Marvel/ABC is in a WHOLE LOT OF TROUBLE FOR THIS.  

In all the years I have been doing this we’ve never had a leak on this scale.  The closest was back in Season 3 when they accidentally leaked that Daisy was the hived one.   They were dropped right onto the ABC press site, and were likely meant to go up after the finale aired, not before.  The three I posted earlier were the ones they intended to have out.  

There is also the fact that the EP’s and cast have gone all out in keeping Fitz’s story and whereabouts a secret only to have it outed in what seems like Fitzsimmons darkest hour isn’t going to go over well either.

For those worried the whole episode has been spoiled it far from has been.  We don’t know when Fitz drops in, we don’t know where everyone else lands, we don’t know if we loose anyone, we don’t know who all gets to come back, we don’t know where the frack Fitz was and why.  We don’t know the fates of our baddies and how the team defeats them because honestly we knew they’d win we just don’t know the whole how of it and at what cost yet.  

If anything those pictures have made me even more excited for the episode and while giving me the relief of not having to deal with the normal end of season Fitzsimmons panic.

I was ready to die on that Secret Child hill and am so happy I didn’t have too and can not wait to watch their journey to parent hood play out and find out who they trusted their precious girl with...and what her name is.   

Still plenty to celebrate from today and still plenty to look forward too next week!

[they-are-not-just-stories]

Another Year, Another Demon

A/N: Hey bbg! I wish you the best birthday ever. I am so sorry this was late I just wanted it to be perfect for you! I don’t know exactly how you are feeling but I can understand from my own experiences and I want you to know I’m here if you ever want to talk! It doesn’t have to be about anything, I can be there just to listen too whatever you need! Happy Birthday sweetie! This one’s for you! Also I haven’t written for Supernatural in a while so thank you for this request!

Request: So my 18th birthday is in nine days and the closer the day comes, the stronger gets my depression. So I would like to rrwuest something where Reader is the Winchesters little sister and it's her birthday (anonymous)

Pairings: Winchester’s x sister!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Dean being oblivious, major fluff at the end

Word Count: 4k

“Happy birthday baby.” You hear her candied voice break through your slumber. You flutter your eyes open to see your mom smiling down at you. The same look, like you were her whole world. 

You sat up and smiled at her, rubbing at your tired eyes. “Thanks mom.” You lean to peck a kiss on her cheek. 

“Of course baby girl, your brothers made you something. You better get up to see them.” She touched a finger to your nose making you scrunch your face. You threw your legs over the edge of your bed and scrambled to the kitchen.

Both of your bother’s were bustling around the kitchen cooking pancakes and eggs and flinging toast across the room. They had your favorite music playing in the background. They noticed you standing there and Dean was the first to scoop you up and plant kisses all over your face.

“Look how big my baby sister is getting! Double digits!” He swirled you around in his arms laughing and smiling with you. He was proud at how strong and beautiful you were growing up to be, but he would never admit that to anyone but himself. 

“Come here sis.” Sam gently offered his arms out to you. Releasing your grip on Dean, you pulled yourself in, resting your head on his chest. He was always more laid back than Dean, but the combination of the two was unbeatable. “Happy birthday Y/N.” He kissed the top of your head. He lead you to the table showing you the mounds of food they made for you. You giggled because there was no way you would eat all of this. 

Dean noticed your look and waved you off. “I’ve seen you eat Y/N. Don’t give us that look.” You slapped his arm, receiving a laugh from him. 

“Have you seen you eat Dean?” You spoke as you hopped on to the bar stool. Grabbing a plate and piling food onto it. 

“I’m a man! I gotta eat a lot.” You rolled your eyes at him. Sam started making fun of him and they both engaged in playful banter. Your parents sneaking up behind you, both planting kisses on either sides of your face. 

“We love you Y/N, happy birthday baby girl.” They both said. You turned your head towards each of them, smiling. Turning your gaze towards your brothers play fighting, your parents laughing and cleaning up the mess they began making, thinking...this is the life you’ve dreamed of and you couldn’t believe it. It sat right in front of you and reveled in the warmth it brought to you. Goosebumps creeping their way onto your skin. You smiled at the chaos around you, the sensation of being surrounded by those you loved being equivocally tender. And it was all there before you, happily dancing and making you feel loved and protected. 

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18. A consecutive digit in the numerical timeline, but also the number you would be aged today. You barely hear the devoid whisper of your mother waking you. The quiet is metaphorically loud. It was just yesterday you turned ten and you wake up to your parents and your brother’s making you breakfast. But that time has passed. All these years and your heart still mourns for that memory. No more mom, no more dad, your brothers would probably forget again or they would be off on a hunt. So it would be just you, lighting a candle for another year of survival and another year of the demons piling up in the line to drown you. 

You flop the covers away from yourself and drag your stiff body out of the room. The house was quiet except for the creaks from your steps. There was no sign of your brother’s except a note on the fridge. 

Out hunting, be back for dinner. -Dean

You ripped it from the fridge and threw it in the trash. You turn to lean over the counter, dropping your head. You hated this. Of course it wasn’t their fault, it was no one’s really. Just the weight in your chest really brought you down. It got worse and worse as this day approached and the nightmare became a reality. You sat yourself in the exact stool you did so long ago. You imagined seeing your brothers dancing around the kitchen, seeing Dean sing in to a whisk and Sam rolling his eyes at you. You saw your parents kissing and watching their kids have fun and you; you watched it all, trying to savor this moment which had been ripped from your tender grasp all too soon.

Before the silence made you explode, you got dressed, grabbing your switch blade, a coat and your keys, slamming the door behind you. The air outside was cold and crisp, making your cheeks sting instantly. It was always quiet around here. No visitors, make exception for the special guests your brothers came across on their hunting trips. You didn’t have any friends, or at least any that lasted long enough you could feel comfortable around. A normal life was lost on you, there was no going back, only forward in the only mundane routine you knew. 

You hop inside your car, the cold, leather seats making your muscles tense. You stuff the key in the ignition and hear it rumble to life. Your brother’s weren’t there to celebrate your birthday, but as much as it hurt, you didn’t want to spend most of it alone. So you went to the only place that kept a small part of you alive that you had stifled in the back of your mind. Back to your parents. 

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You trudged through the tall grass, yellowing from lack of sun and rain, seeing the gray sky above you. The trees were bare, preparing for the colder season coming. A crow sitting atop of a headstone cawing into the air. You made it to the row and knelt down before the two stones. 

“Hey guys...it’s my birthday,” You close your eyes shaking at the thought. Of course they knew that you idiot. “...and I wanted to stop by and celebrate with you.” You sighed at how stupid you felt. They were gone and here you are trying to pretend they aren’t. The sad feeling sitting low in your gut, but the loud beat of your heart drowning out the feeling. 

You pulled at the grass around you, thinking of what to say if they were really sitting there. “The boys are gone. I think they forgot, but that’s Ok. It’s been hard without you. I try to help when I can, but I’m tired. I’m so tired.” You drop your head feeling the familiar weight in your chest. You didn’t cry, though, you were so empty that you didn’t have the capacity to cry. 

If they could just be there, just for a moment, you could imagine them both. Your mother’s soft glow in the sunlight. Her golden hair in wisps as the summer breeze ran it’s formless fingers through it. She would cup your face in her delicate hands, peppering kisses onto your scrunched face. Your father, his warming smile overcoming you. Reminding you what it meant to feel protected and the solidarity of their love for you. 

You felt the cold air slither onto your skin again, seeing your fantasy wisp away with the wind. What you wouldn’t give to have one more moment with them. You let out an exasperated laugh. After all this time and you still doted on the memory of everyone being together, happy. Fantasizing the idea that if you could just go back to when everything was Ok. But you knew with the harsh grip of reality, that would never happen. You were here, alone, your brother’s were god know’s where. Your parent’s were gone. And there you sat, the empty space of forgotten lives and decaying memories that must have once filled a room with love and laughter. You thought to yourself, you fit in so well among the crumbling headstones. A fixed memory in the eyes of those who have yet to break the veil of reality in order to see what had laid behind it all along. A broken and battered girl, dreaming of a time when unruly feelings did not overwhelm her. 

You imagine your younger self, gently sitting next to you. A little hand wrapped around your arm and looking up at you. Her smiles reminds you everything was Ok, but her sad eye’s tell you that there is more to this. You almost believe her. Watching her disappear you say your goodbyes and make your way to the car. You look back to see the rows and rows of people. One day, it would be you laid in a row, and forgotten. 

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You perk your ears at the sound of the door slamming. You hear them dropping their bags as they shuffle to where you sat in the library. They don’t pay any attention to you sitting in front of the fire. You hear Dean make his way to the liquor cabinet and the clinking of glasses as he pulls one to pour a drink. Sam slumps into a chair at the table, letting out an exhausted sigh. You’ve yet to make a sound, making them aware of your presence. But they didn’t even notice you anyway, you were invisible. You hated how you were wallowing in self pity, the acidic taste sitting on your tongue. You weren’t one for feeling sorry for yourself, but today was especially hard. This sadness, emptiness growing in each passing day, it was all bottled up and you had no means to vent it. 

You shake your head to rid it of the thoughts. Standing up from your chair you walk over to where Dean stood. You reached up into the cabinet to pull another glass down and set it on the table, a quiet request for a drink. 

He pulled the glass to his lips and took another swig of his drink, shaking his head at you. He stretched his mouth, showing his bottom teeth at the burn the liquids gave him. “Too young, kiddo.” He said, pouring more into his glass as he did. 

You glared at him. Like you hadn’t had any before. He still treated you like a child. Which in part you understood because you were his little sister, but that’s where you always stood with him. Young and incapable of decision making. You could take out demons twice your size in several moves, yet he felt the need to scold you for getting yourself into such situations. 

“I’m not a kid, Dean. Stop treating me like I am.” You scoff at him. You reach for the bottle in his hand and he simultaneously pulled back. You forcefully bring your hands to your side, pursing your lips in anger. He just gave you a questioning look. You didn’t have it in you to fight him. Not with how your day was going already. You spin on your heal and storm your way out of the house. Even if he had forgotten what today was, he couldn’t even look at you like an adult, or so much as treat you like one. 

“What’s her problem?” He scoffed at your tantrum. Sam let out a sigh, rubbing his his face into his hands. 

“We forgot Dean. It’s her birthday.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. The subtle guilt tugging at his stomach. How had they forgotten? But when he reflected on it. They’ve done this before. Since Mom and Dad were gone, they had forgotten every time, and every year just the same, you were in a horrible mood with them. 

Dean dropped his head, relieving a lamented sigh. “Shit.” He whispered to himself. 

They forgot again. They had been so busy hunting, they always left you at home so you couldn’t get hurt, but little did they know how much you missed them. The little family you had left to even indulge you in the faint memory you still clutched onto. 

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The bar wasn’t as busy as it usually was on a Friday night. There was the usual entertainment on stage, receiving chants of praise from the few people in the crowd. You fiddled with the drink in your hand, watching the brown liquid swirl around the glass. To your left was a couple, their faces close and whispering sweet nothings to each other. Their affection almost sickening to you. You huffed out a disgruntled sigh and the bartender sent a reassuring smile your way. You really had no reason to be upset at anything or anyone except yourself. The ache in your chest kept consuming you. An unrelenting sadness that kept shaking you back and forth. You imagine yourself at sea. A heavy storm swaying your ship in chaotic ways. The thick air causing you to claw at your throat, gasping for fresh air, but only drowning in the smog and water that continued to fill your lungs. It was a ceaseless battle, and every day, you had sunk further into the void, the light of day just barely peaking out. Your only source to remind you, you were in fact still alive. 

Dean and Sam both walk in, scanning the small establishment to find you alone at the bar. They slowly walk up behind you, neither of them sure how to approach you. You feel their gaze behind you and wanted to turn around and storm out of there, but they would’ve stopped you. 

“What do you want.” The bitterness lacing your words. 

“Can we talk, Y/N? Please?” Sam spoke. He was more gentle and understanding of your feelings, as he typically felt the same. He slid into the seat next to you, and elbow propped onto the counter. The other hand resting on your arm. 

“Not really.” You tugged your arm out of his grip and went back to your drink. 

“Y/N, please. We’re sorry. We didn’t mean to forget and leave you alone. We just-”

“You just what Dean? Hmm?” The anger bubbled into your throat, you wanted to kick and scream. They didn’t know the first thing about how you felt, yet here they were. Your sudden outburst surprised him. His mouth hung open, wanting to same something, but the words failing. You threw your head back, drinking the last bit of the liquid and slammed your glass on the counter. You squinted your eyes at Dean and pushed past him, back into the darkness. 

Sam gave him a knowing look and stood to follow you. He rounded the corner of the building, finding you leaning against the building, one leg bent up and on the wall and your arms crossed. 

“Y/N, please let us talk to you.” His guilt filtered into his words and pricked at your heart. Sam was always more sincere, but you couldn’t give in this time. 

“There’s nothing more to say Sam. I don’t care that you forgot, but you left me alone again.” You spoke more softly to him. Eyes cast down, staring at your shoes. 

He walked closer to you, shoving his hands in his pocket. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry we forgot your birthday and left you alone. I know it hasn’t been easy with Mom and Dad, and us never home but-” 

“Don’t.” You raised a hand to stop him. The tears pooling in your eyes already. “Don’t talk about them. Ever. They’re gone and that’s that.”

“You don’t have to shut us out Y/N. Talk to me please!” He was more desperate. You wanted to cry, to have him protect you from everything you felt, but you were afraid that in this vulnerability, he would be taken too. 

“Sammy, please.” You choked out. He relaxed at the sound of your broken words, hearing the quiet sobs you were holding back. He came closer and wrapped his arms around you. You obliged and you linked your arms around his back and pulled him closer. Your quiet cries soaking his shirt, as he kissed the top of your head. 

“Talk to me, please. You don’t have to be alone. We’ll always be here.” He rubbed his hands up and down your back reassuringly as more sobs shook out of you. 

“You won’t always be here. Every time you and Dean leave I-Im so scared you’ll never come back! I miss you. I miss Mom and Dad. I- I miss...” The cries stuttering out of you again. You didn’t bother hiding from him. It hurt too much to hold back. The pain saturating you. 

He never realized that this was a possibility. And every time you had to just sit and watch as they leave and might never come back. You were his baby sister, the only family besides Dean he had left. You were the one good thing they had in this life. They did everything to protect you from it because for Sam, he wouldn’t know what to do if he lost you. He was closer to you than he was with Dean. You allowed him to be vulnerable and not pass judgment. You brought a smile to his face even when he thought it wasn’t possible. Yet here you stand, the one good thing they had and you had all this pain bottled inside you and he wasn’t there to protect you from it. That’s what big brother’s do right? Where was he when you needed protecting?

“I didn’t...I didn’t think about it like that.” His heart sunk at the retching of your cries. He felt you tense in his arms and held onto you tighter. 

“Y/N, can we please-”

Dean came storming around the corner to see you crying and Sam trying everything to console you. Sam looked at him with sad eyes, telling him it was bad. Dean came closer and placed a hand on your back to let you be aware of his presence. You pulled your face away from Sam’s chest, your tear stained face looking at him. There were few things that shocked Dean, and seeing his strong baby sister utterly broken and sobbing before him was one of the few. His heart ached at the sight. 

You see his anger shatter before you and replaced with guilt. You release Sam and throw yourself into Dean, squeezing him, and trying to find comfort again. He held his arms out unsure of what to do, but slowly wrapping his strong arms around you. Holding a hand to the back of your head and tucking his face into your shoulder. 

“I hate it when you leave,” The cries growing softer, as you spoke into his chest. “I never know if you’re coming back. I couldn’t take it if I lost you both too.” It was a punch to the gut. This is what it was like for you. You had already lost your parents, the thought of also losing your brother’s and only family would crush you. He held you tighter, trying to fight off the bad thoughts and to just protect you like he should have done all along. 

“Y/N? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think...” He pursed his lips, searching for the right words. “We should’ve been there. You were just a kid. And we left you time and time again. What kind of big brother was I being, hmm?” You were able to stop the sobs and even your breathing. You used the back of your hand to wipe the tears to look up at him. 

“I’m scared. I can’t lose you too.” His brows sat low over his sorrowful gaze. His heart aching at the sight of you. His baby sister, a strong young woman, who wasn’t scared of any monster, but the ones in your head making you fall apart. 

“I can’t promise you anything, kiddo, but I can promise to protect you and to watch over you. I’m sorry I’ve been absentee lately. I just-” He couldn’t lie to you. Not his baby sister. He was scared too, but he couldn’t be scared if he promised to protect you. “I don’t want anything to happen to you like it did Mom and Dad. You’re all we got left kid, I don’t know what I’d do with out you.” 

Your eyes grew at his confession. He was scared too. Of course he was with all the horrible things that were out there, but to hear him say it. The great and unmatched Dean Winchester telling you he was scared, you didn’t feel so alone. 

“We just want to make sure you’re safe. We didn’t realize how much it would hurt you in the process.” Sam stood behind you. You turn to give him a weak smile and held out your arm to have him hug you. Embracing them both, you never felt more safe. The pain still lingered, but maybe now you wouldn’t have to carry it alone. 

“I’m not a little kid anymore. I know what’s out there. But that doesn’t scare me. It scares me that the bad things can take you away from me. And as much as I want to slap some sense into you both. I couldn’t live without you. You’re my big brother’s and anyone worth a damn will stay away.” The both let out a soft laugh at your sudden ferocity, it brought a smile to both their faces. No, you certainly were not a little kid, but to them, you were their sweet baby sister who they would bring down empires to protect you.

“Ok, kiddo. Maybe it’s time we teach you some hunting skills.” Dean pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You leaned in, savoring how nice he was being. For once. 

They both pulled you in, smashing you between their large bodies for a hug. You squirm for them to release you and they both laugh at your weak attempt. Sam draws back first and throws an arm around your shoulders. 

“Y/N, we are sorry. For what you are feeling, but for leaving you to deal with it alone. Those,” He taps your head. “...are the worst kinds of demons. We can’t protect you from them, but we can be there to show you how and make sure you aren’t alone.”

You lean your head to him, squeezing his side in an unspoken thanks. Dean wraps his arm around you too and smiles in agreement. He reaches around him to pull a silver flask out of his back pocket. He screws the lid off and offers it to you. You turn your head to him and scrunch your brows at him.

“I guess you’re not a kid, being eighteen and all. I’ll let this one slide.” You smile at him and take the first sip. The liquid causing a tingling sensation down your throat, warming your stomach. “Happy birthday kiddo.” They shake you, squeezing you again into a warming embrace. This wasn’t the same memory you held onto for so long, but having them, watching your back in every direction, was this new light in your life. You and your brother’s against the world. The demons in your head wouldn’t stop, but it wouldn’t be so scary since they were their to help you, to protect you and never let you feel unsafe. With all the uncertainties in the world, they were the ground work for safety and trust. You gaze at them laughing and smiling, the rare moments that they did. The memory stained into your head, there for when you needed it. Of all the uncertainties in the world...they were the ones that kept you safe. 

Taglist: @beautyinthewild31 @drakesfiance

[mychampagne-mybubbles]

Harry Styles • Love on Tour II • Lisbon • 31.07.2022

This song covered in 2018 made us lost it, marking one of the most endearing moments in this fandom. Today in 2022, Harry covers a break up song after Louis has positioned BBG on top of the larries & we won’t question what does it mean??

Not even entering into discussing their real relationship, but wtf is coming our way??

[covid19updater]

COVID19 Updates: 10/16/2020

Pakistan:  Pakistan’s first death due to Covid-19 re-infection reported. LINK

Portugal:  Portugal declares a 'state of calamity' as cases surge ahead of first wave infections LINK

Belgium:  Belgium reports more than 10,000 new coronavirus cases, biggest increase on record - New cases: 10,448 - Positivity: 12.7% - In hospital: 1,949 (+172) - ICU: 327 (+14) - Deaths: +49

Utah: Strained ICUs meant 2.5 hours to find a bed for near-death non-COVID patient  LINK

UK:  Covid: Southall wedding venue hosts 100-guest reception LINK

Russia:  NEW: Russia reports 15,150 new coronavirus cases, the biggest one-day increase on record, and 232 new deaths. This includes 5,049 new cases in Moscow.

Finland:  Finnish Prime Minster Sanna Marin has just left the European Council after finding out she has been in contact with someone who tested positive

Germany:  Berlin court overturns restrictions imposed to close bars and restaurants at 11pm.

Switzerland: 3,105 new cases. 109% increase on last Friday (1,487)

Belgium:  Corona outbreak at Doel nuclear power plant: at least 26 personnel quarantined LINK

Bulgaria:  Despite an unprecedented spike in new cases of #COVID19 in Bulgaria, the country’s PM Boyko Borissov called for mandatory quarantining to be reduced. “I’ve ordered the quarantine to be shortened to 10 days,” Borissov said while in Brussels.

Russia:  Number of new COVID-19 cases in Moscow grows by 29.4% in one week LINK

US:  White House puts ‘politicals’ at CDC to try to control info LINK

Croatia:  Croatia daily COVID-19 infections exceed 1,000 for first time LINK

UK:  Major corona outbreak on British nuclear submarine after profligate behaviour during stopover LINK

UK: University of York self-isolating students told 'wait behind in fire'  LINK

World:  Rethinking the holidays: How does 'home for the holidays' work in a pandemic? LINK

Europe:  PRES. OF EU COUNCIL MICHEL ON COVID-19: THE SITUATION IS UNPRECEDENTED AND VERY SERIOUS. (Thanks, Captain Obvious)

US:  Key coronavirus model predicts nearly 80 percent rise in deaths by February LINK

Europe:  Europe Is Losing Fight to Stay Open on Record Virus Surge LINK

Portugal:  Portugal registers 21 more deaths and 2,608 new cases of Covid-19

World:  WHO: Study finds 4 drugs have little to no effect on COVID LINK

Netherlands:  Netherlands reports 7,997 new coronavirus cases, biggest one-day increase on record - In hospital: 1,553 (+27) - ICU: 345 (+32) - Deaths: +18

Indiana: NFL:  Colts close facility on Friday after several positive COVID-19 tests   LINK

Sweden:  First covid-19 reinfection confirmed in Sweden. 53-year-old woman tested positive for virus in May and August. 

Russia:  "We bring a person in an ambulance and there are no places in the hospital." In the Russian regions were not ready for the second wave LINK

Texas:  INBOX: @GovAbbott surging state resources to Amarillo, Lubbock as #coronavirus hospitalizations tick up #txlege

RUMINT (Pennsylvania):  The hospital I work at in Pennsylvania has seen an uptick in Covid patients. We have been very very busy in the ER. The upticks are due to people going indoors. It will get worse as winter comes.

UK:  UK: 15,650 new cases. 13% increase on last Friday (13,864)

UK:  UK'S PM JOHNSON: I DISAGREE WITH A NATIONAL LOCKDOWN.

Italy:  #ITALY REPORTS 10,010 NEW CORONAVIRUS CASES (NEW RECORD HIGH) VS 8,804 THURSDAY-86% increase - BBG

UK:  Cororonavirus: Swab breaks off into woman's lung LINK

France:  100 French senators tested (randomly it seems ?), 12 positive. One is in hospital.

Spain:  Spain: 15,186 new cases 19% increase on last Friday (12,789) New hospital admissions: 838 New deaths: 222

Texas:  COVID-19 'long haulers' will now receive additional care at new clinic LINK

Italy:  Italy reports more than 10,000 new coronavirus cases, biggest one-day increase on record - New cases: 10,010 - Positivity: 6.6% (+1.2) - In hospital: 6,178 (+382) - ICU: 638 (+52) - Deaths: +55

Iowa:  Iowa reports 16 additional coronavirus deaths, 1,330 new cases

North Dakota:  Nearly 900 new Covid cases, 18 more deaths in North Dakota LINK

Belgium:  From Monday, Belgium's Bars and restaurants will have to close for a period of 4 weeks.

France:  FRANCE'S COVID RATE POSITIVITY RATE 12.9% VS 12.6% PRIOR.    French Health Ministry Reports 25,086 New Confirmed Coronavirus Cases In Past 24 Hours, After Record 30,621 On Thursday

Massachusetts: NFL:  Patriots cancel practice Friday, ESPN reports another positive COVID-19 test on team LINK

US:  BREAKING US deficit hits record $3.1 trillion amid pandemic spending surge: govt

RUMINT (Italy):  Personal notes: One of my job colleagues is in quarantine and still waiting for a swab test because his partner tested positive (after a week passed staying in bed with high fever and breathing issues) Two friends of mine tested positive today. They got infected at work. One of them has fever, breathing issues and lost sense of smell and taste...I report his words: "I can't distinguish dog canned food from a lasagna... The only thing that I can feel in my mouth is the consistency of food that I eat..." I really have no words for what is happening in Italy. "Contact tracing" measures don't works... My friends's relatives are still waiting for an appointment to undergo a swab test. Covid-19 labs cannot process the huge amount of tests they are receiving these days.

World:  A rare Covid-19 complication was reported in children. Now, it’s showing up in adults. LINK

US: Coronavirus updates: US reaches 8M cases; Fauci warns Thanksgiving is 'risky'; Trump vows nursing home residents will get free vaccine LINK

Wisconsin: "Wisconsin breaks coronavirus case record for 2nd day in a row" Test positivity rate yesterday: 26.5%

Netherlands: Dutch King Willem Alexander and Queen Maxima returning home after it was revealed they left for a vacation to Greece while the Netherlands went on partial coronavirus lockdown

US: COVID-19 pandemic to cost Americans roughly $16 trillion LINK

Germany: Germany reports 7,938 new coronavirus cases, biggest one-day increase on record - @risklayer - In hospital: 3,339 estimate (+172) - ICU: 688 (+29) - Deaths: 26

World: Hormel Foods Unveils HORMEL™ BLACK LABEL™ Breathable Bacon LINK

US: More Than 1,000 Current and Former CDC Officers Condemn U.S. Covid-19 Response LINK

Czech Republic: Czech Republic reports more than 11,000 new coronavirus cases, biggest one-day increase on record - New cases: 11,105 - Positivity: 29.1% (+1.5) - In hospital: 3,120 (+200) - ICU: 551 (+8) - Deaths: +53

NYC: New Yorkers don’t have much hope that the city will recover from COVID-19 anytime soon LINK

China: New #CCPVirus #COVID19 outbreak at Huadu District, #Guangzhou #China.

[theultimatefan]

Intellivision Celebrates 40 Years

Intellivision Entertainment is celebrating 40 years of Intellivision by releasing a multitude of news, information, and assets that will give followers a closer glimpse as to what’s to come when the all-new Intellivision Amico console is released on 10/10 2020

It was 40 years ago today that the very first Intellivision video game console hit store shelves.  By the early 80's Intellivision owned 20% of the home console market generating over $500 million in yearly revenue with over 1,800 employees worldwide.  Intellivision created and pioneered many "firsts" in the game industry that have now become de facto standards including...  the first directional pad on a controller (d-pad), the first console to be able to pause a game from the controller, the first spoken voice in a game (Major League Baseball®), the first to license professional sports leagues (NFL®, NBA®, MLB®, PGA®, NHL®, PBA®, etc.), the first digital and subscription based system (PlayCable™ add-on), the first console to also be used as a home computer (Keyboard Component™) and physical music learning device (Intellivision Music Synthesizer™) as well as creating new genres of gaming such as the first "god/city building” and Real Time Strategy with the game Utopia™.  Intellivision intends on keeping their legacy of innovation alive with the release of the brand new Intellivision Amico™ family gaming system launching 10/10 2020.

Intellivision CEO Tommy Tallarico stated, "We want to bring the industry back to the core root of gaming.  We believe that it is the unique games that are the most important part of any system as well as the talented developers who create them.  It's not how fast something can be processed or streamed, it’s not about the complexity of the controls or how realistic the graphics are... but instead, the FUN FACTOR of the games.  I feel that sometimes this sentiment and approach has been lost in modern gaming.  This is what our brand and the upcoming Intellivision Amico console is focused on.  What makes Amico unique is that ALL games will be able to be played with friends and family no matter what the skill level of the player.  Each game will have a single player mode, but the most fun will be experienced when playing with others in the same room, which is reflected in our slogan... ‘Together Again’.  We're creating something unique, simple and affordable that offers everyone a chance to enjoy gaming entertainment the way it was always and originally meant to be.  It’s been said that ‘no news is good news’, we have a different perspective and believe that ‘more news is great news!’

In celebration of the 40th Anniversary, Intellivision has put together a plethora of new information for the upcoming Amico system:

• Updated images and video of the Amico console and controller.  After extensive focus group testing, the original Intellivision side buttons have been split apart to function more like shoulder buttons when being played horizontally.  This information and much more about the controller can be found in the newest edition of the MEET AMICO video series on YouTube here:  https://youtu.be/G2Ij5qFMWuE

• Interactive Augmented Reality app.  Allows the user to point the app at any new Amico logo (image below) to see the logo come to life in AR followed by letting the user play a short full screen game demo of Moon Patrol: The Milky Way Chronicles, a new and exclusive reimagining of the Moon Patrol game originally released in 1982 by Irem.  Download the AMICO AR app in the Google Play Store or Apple App Store.

• The first of five pack-in games for Amico is being announced along with screen shots comparing the original.  Skiing is one of the sports and recreational activities that families love to enjoy together.  The original Intellivision Skiing was no exception and was a very popular game among family and friends of all ages.  A completely new and reimagined version will be available on board every console.  It features up to 8 players, 10 courses and includes 4 player Ski Cross competitive racing.

• Over 75 unique and exclusive products from developers all over the world are currently in development.  Intellivision is pleased to announce the first group of 25 world class developers working with Intellivision on Amico products:

Other Ocean

Digital Eclipse

Concrete Games

Choice Provisions

Playchemy

React Games

Stainless Games

WastedStudios

Bonus Level Entertainment

NeoBird

Aesir Interactive

Thera Bytes

Way Digital Studios

BBG Entertainment

PHL Collective

Rogue Rocket Games

Pixel Pug

Quicksilver Software

Tozai Games

Human Soft Inc,

Flashman Studios

Spaceflower UG

Exozet Berlin GmbH

Independent Arts Software

Pool Legends

• An original 11 ½ minute never-before-seen Intellivision promotional video from 1978 has been unearthed and uploaded to the Intellivision YouTube channel - https://youtu.be/6_LhJNdDk9w

• New legacy merchandise is now available at IntellivisionAmico.com/shop which includes t-shirts, hats, mugs, beanies and a special limited art canvas featuring the patent for the original Intellivision controller.  A special storewide 25% off promo code has been extended to December 31, 2019.  Enter AMICO25 at checkout.

UPDATED CONSOLE DESIGN AmicoConsole.png UPDATED CONTROLLER DESIGN (FRONT 1) ControllerFront.png UPDATED CONTROLLER DESIGN (FRONT 2) ControllerIsometric.png UPDATED CONTROLLER DESIGN (BACK) ControllerRear.png NEW AMICO LOGO (for use with AMICO AR app) AmicoLogo.jpg INTELLIVISION SKIING (THEN & NOW) IntellivisionAmicoSkiing.jpg DECEMBER 3, 2019