#we'll see my love for the show might carry me through but ;-;

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

welp watched all of my amvs there's a hole in my chest that can never be filled i shall sleep and see if that assists in processing you're welcome for the amv spam

I'm just gonna cope by rewatching all my amvs thanks

[pyxxiestyxx]

Class-C

The shot glass sat in front of you, innocuous in appearance.  If you couldn't smell the tang of citrus, if you didn't catch the occasional sparkle suspended in it, you might think it mere water.

In front of you, your affini friend rested her head on her hand.  She practically bled smugness, the leaves around her neck slightly fluffed as if she was preening.  You rolled your eyes, mirroring her posture for the hell of it.

"So this is your bet?  Aren't Class-C's something on the 'dont mess with' list for terrans anyway?"

Her voice was a rolling purr as she answered, "Yes.  This is different.  A heavily diluted solution of a specific strain.  No lasting effects, just the intense feeling of a Class-C dose for about two hours."

The bet was simple: You had to make it through thirty minutes without confessing your love for her, or begging to be her floret.   She thought you couldn't do it.  You thought she was full of shit.  You had plenty of xenodrugs before, of course.  Class A's and E's were fun and relaxing, but ultimately you were still in control of things.

Shrugging nonchalantly, you picked up the shot and threw it back, the sweet flavor hitting your throat and tingling slightly as it went down.  You flipped the glass face down and slammed it onto the table, then looked up at her with a satisfying smirk.  "Easy."

Her smile only widened.  "We'll see." She flipped open her tablet and pressed a timer, starting a countdown clock.  She showed you it had thirty minutes remaining, then flipped it closed.  "No using the time you have left for rallying cries.  Just you, me, and the lovely chemicals your brain is about to be swimming in.  When the alarm rings, I'll administer the counteragent."

You scoffed, leaning back in my chair.  "You didn't even wait until it had begun to kick in?  Wow, you must really be confident."

"Oh, it begins nearly immediately.  Already the drug is interacting with those neurons, mixing in with seratonin and oxytocin and a few other things besides."

You looked at her, doubtful.  "Yeah?  Then how come I don't feel any different?"

"Sweetie, you've leaned halfway across the table already.  Move any further and you're likely to crush that shot glass you slammed down so viciously earlier." She gestured at your posture, causing you to hurriedly sit back into your chair with a blush.

"Shit, I...sorry.  Got carried away." You glanced down at the shot glass, biting your lip as you realized that you *had* been rather violent with it.  You carefully flipped it back upright, wiping the outside clean with your shirt.  "Um.  Sorry."

"Dear, did you just apologize to the glas-"

"NO!" Your face was properly red now.  Oh *stars*, you had!  You had just done something that embarrassing in front of your Best Friend and what if she thought you were silly now?  Would she not want to hang out with you?  You hoped not.  You really enjoyed her compa....wait....

Frowning, you shook your head roughly, slapping your cheeks a little.  It was just the drug.  You were in control.  The drugs were doing this.  But unlike the A or E, it was more...subtle.  or rather, it was potent, but you didn't even realize it until your best friend had pointed it out.  Gosh, she's so kind...

"Um, t-thank you for helping me remember I was drugged." The words felt good to say.  You wanted her to know how much you appreciated her after all.  So you could win the bet!

...

The bet?

"Wait, what happens if I lose?" You realized you had forgotten to ask that before.  Worried, you turned to look at her.

"Well, what would you like to happen, pet~al?" You blushed, realizing it was just like her to wait until you were...compromised before asking this.  Well, jokes on her!  You're still in control.

"Nothing!  I don't want anything to happen.  No new rules, no teasing, and no domestication.  Got it?"

She nodded, sagely.  "Of course.  In that case, I take that to mean that should you win, you'll get all of those wonderful things~"

You sputtered in shock.  "I- no! I don't want to... I'm...you can't be serious."

"Awww, is something wrong?" She smirked, her eyes flashing purples and golds in a way that made your heart melt.  "All you have to do now is lose, then~ Or are you so stubborn, you can't admit that you l~o~v~e me, flower?"

"I-I...you... fucking...."  You felt the indignation mix with the heady joy of her attention, of wanting to give into her, of wanting to beg.  She was trying to goad you.  She wanted you to win now.  She had entirely turned the rules on their head. 

But she also assumed you would take her bait.  You shook your head, biting your lip.  "I...fine.  I admit it."

"Admit what?" She had begun to rise up slightly, her hands clutching the edge of the table.  She was absolutely getting off on this.  You couldn't even meet her eyes, looking away and down.

"I love you?"

"Mmmm....I don't believe you." You could hear the smile in her voice, full of wicked glee.  "Say it louder, for one.  And look me in the eyes~ and don't be afraid to put a little more emotion in it, dearie.  This is a confession, after all~"

You whimpered, managing to drag your eyes up to meet hers.  Reluctantly, you allowed the feelings you had been fighting for several minutes now to wash over you, letting them guide your words.  "I l-love you...I need you..."

"I love you...?" She trailed off, waiting for you to complete it properly.  You wanted to scream, but instead all that came out was "Miss?"

"Dear, it's just a game.  You can use the one you want to use."

"I love you, Mommy."

"And?"

"A-and I want...I need to be your floret.  I need it, please stars I need it.  I...oh gods it's...I..." The feelings crashed through you in waves.

"Go~od job, petal.  You did it."  She slid the table out of the way, stepping into a kneel in front of you.  "You said those mushy gushy feelings!"

You nodded, pleased...until you remembered what that meant.  You weren't going to get anything now.  You had just said so.  Tears sprang up, and you had to stifle a sudden sob.  "I...it's..."

She was lifting you into her arms now, cradling you closely to her chest.  "Shhhh...petal, it's alright.  You didn't lose, silly."

"I...w-what?"

She smiled at you.  "How would love for another ever be seen as losing?  You won, silly."

You won. That made sense to you now.  Especially when She said it.  You beamed up at Her, letting Her wipe the tears away.  "I won..."

"You won!  And guess what that means, dear?"

"I'm...I'm a..."

"You're Mommy's little floret now." She tapped your nose as she cooed, causing you to giggle a bit.  A wiggling little thought in your head popped up, though.

"You tricked me, Mommy!"

"Did I?  Well, you knew we affini never play fair when it comes to cuties like you.  Awfully brave of you to make a bet with me anyway, wasn't it?  Almost like you wan~ted this, darling~" she purred at you, her eyes filled with light and warmth.  You thought you couldn't possibly blush more, but it turns out you definitely could.

"I...noooooooooo!!!  I didn't...I mean....maybe?"

"Silly little flower." She picked up her tablet, turning it back on and dismissing the timer, which had paused as soon as she had closed it.  "Now, let's get you home.  We have a contract to sign~"

[wonryllis]

HIGH ON HEELS FOR YOU.

────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

( NOTES. ) enhypen as starstruck bois. fluff. fem!centered. lowercase intended. unedited. 860wc. requested. 𓈃 ๋ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠 requests open!

⋆ ─ LEE HEE-SEUNG. 이희승 boy can't take his eyes off your feet quite literally. from the moment you bring them out he's staring at the pair, watching your pretty hands put your pretty feet in them, tying the little pretty ribbons around your pretty ankles.

"baby, are you wearing that one?" heeseung asks, his brown orbs glued to the pastel green pencil heels you grab from your closet. slowly moving closer and sitting beside you on the vanity couch as you put them on carefully,"it's so beautiful, it even goes with your nails!" you laugh at the enthusiasm in his voice, everytime you wear heels he just babbles so many compliments.

⋆ ─ PARK JONG-SEONG. 박종성 jay is relatively composed even though in his mind all he can think about is how beautiful you look in those blue heels he just bought for you the other day. for him it looks even prettier because he got them for you, he choose it for you.

"aren't these the ones i got you from milan?" jay walks over to the full mirror in your closet as you admire how the baby blue wedges look on you, his hands circling around your waist and chin resting at the crook of your neck. "i knew you'd look so so pretty in them," you nod giggling when he press a fluttering kiss to your exposed shoulder before admiring you in the mirror.

⋆ ─ SIM JAE-YUN. 심재윤 you best believe he's the one putting them on for you. eyes sparkling the way they compliment your dress, oh also he putting the dress on you too. he just wants to be the one to doll you up his pretty little girl who just needs to sit and look pretty.

"let me choose!" jake rushes past you into the closet, quickly sliding open the doors and going through the bunch of dresses and heels you own. when he finds the dress he wants, he helps you put it on through every step. as for the heels he goes down on his knees, guides you feet in them and ties the pretty white lace around your ankle,"like a real doll, my doll, so pretty,"

⋆ ─ PARK SUNG-HOON. 이희승 he literally has hearts in his eyes as he watches you. always walks behind you cause he lovess the way your hips sway from side to side when you walk in your heels. and the way you look so confident he's down bad for it.

"angel, you're so beautiful. how do you manage to be so beautiful all the time?" sunghoon rambles walking just a step behind and pausing a second too long at the doors of the elevator as you get on first. at the party he's literally gatekeeping you from others,"can't believe you're all mine," sneaking little neck kisses and jaw kisses here and there to show you off at the same time.

⋆ ─ KIM SUN-WOO. 김선우 he's such a hype man for you, always encouraging you to put on your pretty heels for him. when you get tired he'll always offer to piggyback you or carry you princess style. also loves holding you close by your lower back, such an opportunity for him.

"my baby is always a beauty," sunoo gushes having his hand around your lower back as you walk through the party you're at. gushing and asking everyone you two talk to "isn't my girl so pretty?" and how lucky he is to have you. "we'll be leaving, my baby is tired," when he notices your discomfort, bending down and signalling you to get on him,"come on, your prince will bring you home,"

⋆ ─ YANG JUNG-WON. 양정원 you can see it all in his face, the way he's at a loss for words, the way he moves around you everything. but he also worries if you might twist your ankle or trip so always holds your hands and leads anywhere and everywhere you go.

"here, hold on to me love," jungwon offers his arm when you reach a pair of steps that are too steep. and immediately after intertwining his fingers with you to guide you safe as he walks just a step ahead supporting you. "you look so pretty in heels but you know i dont wan' you hurt," he says pressing a kiss to your forehead and then after to your lips, tightening his grip.

⋆ ─ NISHIMURA RI-KI. 西村力 if he's not saying anything just know he loves it. and if he starts complaining that he'll not carry you back if you get tired just know he'll take off your heels for you and make you wear his shoes while he holds onto them and walks back bare foot.

"there i saved you princess," riki grins slyly, holding tight onto your waist after you accidentally trip on open air and grass. his hand stays there for a moment as he helps you stand straight, tucking a strand of hair that fell on your eyes. he immediately scoops you up and places you on a nearby bench. then taking off his shoes and your heels,"put them on pls, hm?"

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[earthchica]

ungodly hour / two

joel miller x black! reader

summary: you tell Joel about the pregnancy, and you're scared of how he'll react.

warning: angst, pregnancy, heartbreak, age gap, language, nicknames, accusing of cheating, first person pov.

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After a week of hesitation, I finally built up the courage to tell Joel about the pregnancy.

"Darling?" he called out with his deep, husky voice. I shook my head, feeling that standing up might help me to tell him.

"I'm fine," I replied, starting to pace back and forth. This situation was so unfamiliar to me, and finding the right words was a challenge, especially in this setting.

"Are you sure?" Joel inquired, observing me and I paused to meet his gaze.

"Kinda, um, I just need to tell you something," I stated, taking a breath.

"Okay, can you please come and sit down? So we can talk," he requested.

"Fine," I replied, taking a seat beside him again. I turned towards him, gazing into his striking brown eyes.

I shifted my glance to my growing baby bump and then back to his face.

"I'm not sure how to say this… but…Joel…I'm pregnant," I confessed, looking down.

Joel's eyes widened with a mixture of shock, confusion, and something else I couldn't quite decipher.

Silence hung heavily between us, the weight of my revelation settling in.

"Pregnant?" he repeated as if he was testing the word on his tongue. I nodded, feeling tense.

"Yes, about two months along," I confirmed, my voice trembling slightly.

"I found out a week ago with Maria and Ellie, but I needed some time to process everything before telling you."

Joel leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "Wow, darling this is… a lot to take in," he said, his voice softer now.

"How do you feel about it?"

"I've been through a whirlwind of emotions," I admitted, my hands fidgeting in my lap.

"But I realized that I want this, Joel. I want us to have this child together if you're willing."

He reached out, gently taking my hand in his. "I'm not going to lie, this is unexpected and I never thought I would experience this again. But if this is what you want, then we'll face it together. I'm here for you, always."

Tears welled up in my eyes, a mix of joy and relief washing over me.

"Oh, I'm so glad to hear that, Joel. I was so scared of how you might react"

Joel pulled me into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around me protectively.

"We'll figure this out, one step at a time," he whispered into my long braided locs.

"Together."

I shook my head in disbelief. How I wished that was his real response, but the reality was quite different.

"Wait What?" Joel exclaimed, his eyes filled with anger. I attempted to speak, but he cut me off as he got up.

"Goddamnit," he cursed as he paced back and forth. I glanced down at my hands, he stopped pacing and faced me.

"Are you sure it's even mine?" Joel questioned with a displeased expression.

I gasped and stared at him in disbelief. Did he just fucking ask me that?

"Excuse me? How fucking dare you accuse me of such a thing, Joel" I exclaimed as I stood up with my hands on my hips.

"For all I know, you could've been cheating on me with one of those young guys you work within the greenhouse…I see how they look at you. It just doesn't make any damn sense, we weren't having much sex. Why should I believe that the kid you are carrying is mine?" Joel questioned, shaking his head with anger.

"I can't believe you think I would ever cheat on you. Is that why you ended things, because you thought I was cheating?" I inquired, and he averted his gaze, confirming my suspicions

"Joel, I have been faithful to you throughout our whole relationship, never showing any interest in another man. Yeah, some of them have approached me but I stayed loyal to you. I fucking love you, Joel I would do anything for you. Don't you fucking understand that" I exclaimed, tears welling up in my eyes.

Joel sighed, looking down in acknowledgment of the truth. With a remorseful gaze, he attempted to apologize, but I interrupted him.

"Don't! I don't need your apology. You don't have to be there, I am more than capable of taking care of myself and my child," I declared, walking out of his house, and possibly out of his life forever.

A FEW WEEKS LATER!

It has been a few weeks since I shared the news of my pregnancy with Joel.

I've been keeping myself occupied, focusing on preparing for the baby.

With the assistance of Tommy, Maria, and a few others, they gave me a rocking chair, a crib, and a changing table.

Although it wasn't a lot, I felt genuinely thankful for their help, knowing that my baby would be surrounded by love and protection upon arrival.

There was a knock at the door, thinking it was Ellie but as I headed towards the door, heard some commotion outside.

"Don't fuck this up, Joel. You better hope she forgives you and gives you another chance," She says with a threatening tone.

I heard her footsteps fading away, and I covered my mouth, hesitant to open the door, fully aware that it was Joel.

Another knock at the door. "Darling, I know you're in there. Please open the door…so we can talk," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

"Why should I?" I responded, arms crossed waiting for an answer.

"I want to apologize, so can you please let me in, so I can say it to you face to face" he pleads more.

"Fine!" I sighed, opening the door to find him standing there tall despite my anger.

I couldn't help but look how handsome he was. Ugh...the hormones were talking.

I shook my head, allowing him into my home, and we both settled on the couch.

Joel glanced at my growing baby bump before looking down at his hands.

"I'm truly sorry, darling. I acted poorly, accusing you of cheating was wrong. I know you would never do such a thing...this whole pregnancy thing is a lot for me to process but I will stand by you and our baby. I promise to protect and take care of both of you. I just need your word that I can" he expressed with remorseful eyes.

"You can be there for our child but I think what we had has come to an end. I just want our baby to have both parents present, it may be wishful thinking in this world but I want them to grow up surrounded by love, care, and protection."

"I understand, darling, and I promise to show you through my actions," he reassured, his eyes reflecting sincerity.

"I hope you stay true to your word, Joel. I truly do," I responded with a sigh, gazing at him.

Unsure whether to believe him or not, all I can do is wait and observe.

If I hadn't settled in Jackson before meeting Joel and become pregnant.

I might not have felt prepared to raise a child in an apocalyptic world but living in Jackson for almost two years.

I was certain that our child would grow up in a secure, loving, and stable environment.

The community here is strong and supportive, with everyone looking out for one another.

The children grow and play without fear, and there's a sense of normalcy that we've managed to reclaim despite the adversity outside our walls.

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@orcasoul

@joeldjarin

[danieyells]

oh gosh the yandere expressions.... do ALL the charas have yandere expressions or are there just specified people >_< i wanna see them used in the story! and the game files having a yandere expression feels like they just might start leaning heavily to the joseimuke aspect of the game even more

Nope, only Romeo and Subaru have expressions labeled "yandere"! But some characters have yandere adjacent expressions like varying degrees of madness, and several characters have expressions without their eye highlights which really emphasizes some extremity. . . .

@2flowerz [jokingly] asked me to post them all but I did kind of want to go through and post them so let's see who's got some crazier expressions--

Jin - kire (meaning is something like "snapped" or "lost temper" or it might be from 'kirai' meaning 'hate')

how many times do you think he stabbed the guy he's looking at like this? do you think he's still stabbing him to this day?

Tohma - haraguro(meaning "malicious" or "scheming")

:} he's kinda smiling the same way as yandere romeo lol

Kaito - darkhorse (and darkhorse + shadow)

literally my favorite one simply because Kaito is the last person I'd expect to snap. THIS MUST BE LIKE MEGA END STORY. I WANNA SEE KAITO READY TO KILL A MAN. I WANNA SEE HIM SO ANGRY THAT SOMEONE'S THREATENING THE PC HIS BOW ACTUALLY WORKS AND HE PIERCES SOMEONE SQUARE IN THE EYE WITH AN ARROW WITH NO REMORSE. I WANNA SEE HIM DO SOMETHING THAT MAKES LUCA WORRIED.

Luca doesn't have any that are really crazy tbh. so have the one labeled 'yancha'(meaning "naughty" "mischievous" "rascal")

part of me wonders if this is actually going to be like. his twin's expression? I can't imagine Luca pulling some sort of malicious prank. . . .

Alan - kire_02 (see: jin for meaning; 02 because 00 doesn't have the teeth showing.)

note the lack of highlights in the eyes! He's really furious 'u'

Leo - kyoki (meaning: "madness" "insanity" "dangerous weapon")

again, missing highlights. Much less a yandere expression and more of a 'oh my god they're not even gonna be able to identify your body lmao i almost feel bad' expression. . .which can be yandere tbh. tbh anything can be yandere if it's extreme enough.

Sho literally does not have an expression to fit this, in name or otherwise.

Haru also doesn't really have a good one for this, so have the opposite! This expression is more like him at the mercy of a yandere i.e. towa lmao - toraware (meaning: "captive"); you can also have Peekaboo - ookuchi (meaning: "mouth open wide")

Peekaboo's startled me when i first saw it haha

Towa - ikari (meaning: "fury")

we've seen this one in game at least. if you're an anomaly and you see him making this face. . .reconsider what you're doing. maybe get on the floor and grovel and hope for your life. maybe if you're not an anomaly too.

Ren - hinekure (meaning: become twisted; grow bitter)

he looks so smug. . .like he thinks it's funny we've been belittling him all this time, figuring he's useless. . . .

Taiga - choshi (meaning: probably from "choushikoku" meaning "to be caught up in the moment" "to be carried away" "to get cocky")

he's used this one in the game, but i still love it. i love that he's crazy haha

Romeo - yandere

I've shown this one before. It's still amazing. He's still giddy and disgustingly in love. . . . This is the face he makes behind the above Taiga's back once he's finished brutalizing someone who was bothering him. and maybe the face he makes in his head when he sees Kaito.

Ritsu also does not have any extreme expressions lmao

Subaru - yandere

it doesn't feel very yandere until you consider that Subaru would be stressed out by his own extreme adoration. he'd feel bad about his own yandere feelings, this is an accurate expression if you think about it!

Haku - warui (meaning: bad; evil)

this is the "you really put too much faith in me. it was sweet. but stupid." face we'll probably be getting at the end when he's revealed to be the spy and all that. in the meantime, i'd like him to step on someone's neck with this face. please and thank you.

Zenji also doesn't have a fittingly crazy expression.

Edward - sadist

he uses this one in the story i believe, but. . .still. he says he has no interest in hurting humans because their lives are already so short but like. . .what if. . . .

Rui doesn't have a fitting expression

Lyca doesn't have one either. . .but he does have "shitadashi" meaning "tongue out" so I'll show you that because it's a fun one.

thirsty needy puppy--

Yuri - mad

this one is to be expected. It's Yuri after all. Be a good little test subject. It's not like you're going to die or anything. You may just suffer forever!

Jiro has very muted expressions and none of them are really fitting for madness or yandere.

none of the faculty have fitting expressions either haha

BUT YEAH THESE ARE THE MOST YANDERE OR YANDERE ADJACENT EXPRESSIONS a lot of them have them actually. . . .

[unnaturalequilibrium]

Capítulo 1

- Mafin rewatch (Sueños de Libertad)

I'm doing a rewatch and I want to dump my thoughts. We'll see how far I get. Block me, or the tag if it gets too annoying.

There’s something about a show establishing itself. It's like marmalade toast slipping out of your clumsy hand and falling to its doom. Sweet, but messy. The exposition that just gets splashed across the screen at every instance. Everything has to be explained as you enter this new world and they try to build it in front of you. It might be a little sticky then and there, but surprisingly nostalgic once you go back and already know all of the building blocks by name. And I can’t quite put my finger on why, but there’s something about the music in this episode that gives me sort of Beauty and the Beast vibes. If one of the colony girls burst out into song I wouldn’t really have been that surprised, it would feel natural and like she is only doing what the habitat required of her. Don’t really know who’d be who in this rendition though, except for Mateo who is clearly Chip and Gaspar who can be no one but Cogsworth.

Also, I kind of love that Marta’s first line of the entire show is about being disgusted by the straights making out in front of her breakfast. That’s my little lesbian in the making. It’s almost as good as Fina’s first introduction as the moody oaf who can’t keep a single emotion off her face even if her life depended on it. And why do I feel such strange warmth at that first two shot of them behind the cash register at the store? I don’t know, but I do. Almost as much warmth as the fact that they are the only ones in the opening credits that come with a pre-established link before there even is one.

Is that the virgin Mary above Fina’s bed? My applause for being able to find a statue that looks like its scissoring its hands together while still being able to pull off Catholicism. In another time and Universe closer to our own contemporary world - Fina would have bought that statue on her own and shamelessly have referred to it as her scissor sister. This is my headcanon and I'm sticking with it.

Marta taking care of her little brother is warming my heart. This neat businesswoman with a kind of regal disposition and she just throws his bag over her shoulder and carries on like no big whup. I like that they break up the somewhat stuck up facade she has by teasing that there's more there if you just focus for a couple of seconds longer.

Aww, jealous and guarded Fina with her box of secret sapphic letters. This is such a contrast to the Fina we know and love, but also one hundred percent is the very same. That mood, oh how I love that mood.

They’re establishing Marta's absent husband and she really doesn’t bat an eye at the fact that he’s off somewhere in Manila. Doing rugged things and not being her problem. Alas, you sweet summer child (I whisper at her, but mostly also to remind myself of what's to come).

Marta really does start off as the mediator between her brothers, I am looking forward to the development and shift in those relationships.

I love how there wasn’t a single bone of subtle in Fina’s gay introduction. The woman practically lost her jaw at a shapely ankle and fidgeted like a frantic frisky teenager when she finally managed to tear her eyes away from Petra. It’s kind of glorious that they spent no time beating around this bush. Straight to the gay point.

Isidro is established as a weather-worn relationship Yoda from the getgo. He sees people and their relationships. It’s kind of sweet actually. He’s the driver, this scruffy old man, but somehow is the one that cuts through to the core of people’s emotions without hardly any effort. I like that from day one he's the one they turn to as a confidante, Fina, Digna and even Damian later on.

There wasn’t actually a whole lot of Marta in this episode. There’s almost as much Fina and she’s clearly a supporting character. It’s kind of interesting. Especially as what we see of Marta is someone who bends to those around her, she’s got a straight back, but she moves in relation to those around her and doesn’t seem to have a lot of personal agency. Very interesting considering where they’re going to be taking her. Fitting. Yeah, this is going to be fun. Fun for me at least.

[sleepyfireball]

I loved Season 3 of Bridgerton so much

I loved Colin and Penelope's romance, how it was evident she was still in love with him and yet was trying to be practical. Not to mention the fact that he was down bad after one (1) kiss, like she got him good with that one! Also, love the fact that Colin was trying to get Penelope to not be herself and yet it was by being herself that she attracted Debling (decent guy through and through, low key thinking him and Cressida might be a good match) and Colin's jealousy was phenomenal, just the yearning, amazing. And of course, the carriage scene, damn did it deliver or what.

I loved seeing Francesca in a more prominent role and I'm so pleased with Hannah's portrayal. I was a little worried that it wouldn't feel like Francesca but she just nailed it. Francesca and John were so cute together, just sitting there silently confusing the hell out of the Bridgertons.

I enjoyed Violet immensely this season. I'm so glad that the writers are showing how she has learned from previous seasons, especially with Eloise and her role in society. I think Violet isn't entirely sure how best to help Francesca because she is quite different from Violet herself and from her own sisters, but it was evident from the scene of Francesca playing the sheet music that John got her that Violet recognises how happy he makes Francesca. Violet also clued on about Colin's predicament very quickly, thank goodness otherwise we would have needed another 5 years for Colin to work up the courage to tell Penelope his feelings. Ruth Gemmell really shone in her scenes where she was advising any of her children, but particularly with Colin, amazing, no notes.

I adored the scenes between Marcus Anderson and Violet. They had a really palpable chemistry, but they aren't going to fast with it, which I appreciate, and I'm really looking forward to seeing how their story continues to develop into Part 2. Ruth Gemmell really made it feel realistic with the small hope of more while still primarily focusing on her children and not getting carried away too quickly.

Queen Charlotte was phenomenal this season alongside Lady Danbury. They've really played into the friendship that was established in QC: ABS which was a wonderful call because these two actors are amazing together. I only wished we had gotten more Lady Danbury and Penelope scenes, to establish that relationship, but perhaps it will come in Part 2.

Marcus Anderson is an enigma, especially with whatever happened between him and Lady Danbury, I really hope he is as good a guy as he comes across as, because him and Violet have really got something cute going on. Also, Lady Danbury can either keep her mouth shut about it, or be confronted by Violet about loving her dad. Lady Danbury really doesn't have a leg to stand on here.

Eloise, this season, made perfect sense to me. She is finally starting to embrace a little of what the Season can offer and I wasn't expecting to like her and Cressida's friendship at all, but it does seem to have helped Eloise a little, especially after her falling out with Penelope. I'm pleased they didn't go for the outright villain route of her revealing Whistledown even accidentally. I think by the end of the season Eloise and Penelope will hopefully be friends again, or at least something nearing it, because while Cressida has helped Eloise, it is clear the Eloise's morals feel a bit torn about this due to Cressida's actions, particularly towards Penelope.

It was interesting to see more of Cressida this season and some of the pressure she finds herself under due to her family. I also appreciate that the writers are like we'll explain why she does it, but it doesn't excuse her actions.

I think the Featheringtons continue to be comedic relief, which is highly entertaining. The Featheringtons may not be my favourite family and their treatment of Penelope is reproachable but when it is just Portia, Prudence and Phillipa, the entertainment is amazing. Polly Walker, particularly, did amazingly in her scenes.

I'm not sure how to feel about Benedict and Lady Tilley Arnold, it felt a little unnecessary for Benedict to fall into bed with another person and Lady Tilley certainly seems to be questionable in some way, especially with her lawyer.

I liked seeing the Mondrich's, even if it felt like their story was a little unnecessary. Like we've had stories about trying to fit in society, I feel like the writers could have used the time to explore the other stories they had, but I didn't dislike their scenes.

[theshiftingcafe]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ shifting pick a pile ✧˖°࿐ ꒰"what are me and my s/o like in my dr?"꒱

hello! welcome to the shifting cafe!

for today's session, we'll be tackling about what exactly your dr s/os want to tell you all right now in general and in regard to shifting.

i know a lot of you must be currently missing your s/os, so, i hope this simple pick a pile brings you excitement and more motivation to shift.

REMEMBER: TAKE WHAT REASONATES, LEAVE WHAT DOESNT

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pick from at least one of these pictures:

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ok this pile is soooo cute to me. i’m lowkey getting forbidden love vibes? also maybe even sunshine x grumpy! i just get this vibe that you two are slightly polar opposites from each other yet still get along so well.

despite everything happening around you; no matter what your statuses, differences, and inequalities are, there’s no doubt that your dr s/o is always going to be by your side no matter what–especially through tough times. i see this pile to be a very mature relationship. they’re ready to help you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders–maybe even just carry it for you all together–just as much as you would for them. is your s/o older than you? perhaps not just physically, but more on emotionally. i see your relationship being full of trust and respect, given equally to each other of course. they have this very mature energy lingering over them that is endearing and comfortable, so rest assured, you’re in very good hands.

you dr s/o is not afraid of showering you with love at all despite there being restrictions if ever there are any. they radiate an artistic and warm energy and show their love for you in the most creative ways possible. like, your s/o just loves you so so so much! they go all out with their, well what they call as “small”, gestures. i see they might even consider stuff like starting a family with you or perhaps you already scripted to have a family with them which is adorable omg!!

one of you might be leading with your head, while the other leads with their heart, and that usually causes some miscommunications, conflicts, and clashing opinions. the cards remind you that it’s perfectly normal when people don’t see eye to eye, what matters most is how you resolve it. which i see you guys don’t really have much trouble with. you and your s/o are so harmonious, small petty fights usually end pretty easily and resolve immediately. which just proves more how emotionally connected you and your s/o are and how emotionally mature this relationship is.

i feel like most of you really have big doubts when it comes to love. whether it be because of old wounds that never healed completely, or fear of what could be itself, the cards tell you to breathe and learn to take risks when giving love another chance. yes, you’ve already learnt what not to do and what to avoid when it comes to love, but, never let that build up walls that shelter you so much that you won't get to experience it. you’re deserving of love. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

never restrict your foolishly in love heart from chasing after what it wants, even if it doesn’t end the way it wants to. because, eventually, you’ll trip and fall into the right arms. but of course, think before leaping in blind. trust your mind, your heart, but also, most importantly, trust your soul. the trials and tribulations will all be worth it.

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that is all pile 1! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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hmm, ok, this pile is very interesting to me. it seems this reading is actually for 2 types of shifters; those with s/os and those without. but first, let me give the reading for those with s/os.

do you happen to be shifting to a fame dr? maybe a dr where you, your dr s/o, or both of you are very well respected and have a certain reputation to uphold. a reputation that could be broken and twisted by anyone–both a blessing and a curse. i can really see the quote “in the death of their reputation, they felt truly alive.” fitting in this pile.

i’m seeing so many restrictions with this pile. one of you or both of you is withdrawing affection and energy from this relationship. not in the way that you or they don’t want to give it, because it’s taking you or their whole will power to hold back, but because there’s something in the way of it all. this act isn’t exactly an act of passion, but rather, an act of security. you want to protect each other, yet can’t freely love each other by doing so. which is quite a pickle itself.

all you and your s/o want is a warm home with a sincere relationship where you could be free to be who you want to be and love the way you want to, but it almost feels like everyday, the world turns against both of you. i’m not gonna sugar coat anything for this reading; it’s gonna be hard. it’s gonna be hard, confusing, scary, disappointing, and sometimes you’re gonna have doubts. but never ever let them make you regret your journey.

that’s just the reality of shifting; it’s real life. you’re gonna go through struggles, you’re gonna disappear for a while, you’re gonna go through it all. but, just when you think all hope is lost, people you love the most are gonna be there for you. they’re gonna stay by your side, especially your dr s/o, and help carry most–if not all–of the pressure of the world off your shoulders. taking even a small break would help. not just for when you’re in your cr, but also when you’re in your dr. you’re probably scared about something. could it be fear that you won't be enough for your s/o? maybe you feel like you’re going to be too much for them. look, let me give you a little pep talk; if they truly love you, they’re going to accept every part of you. and i mean every part. the good and the bad. and i’m sure you’re a great person who deserves all the love from the people you love.

if ever you happen to stumble upon this pick-a-pile but you don’t have an s/o yet still felt drawn to this pile, the cards tell you that you don’t ever need to be pressured into a relationship. you don’t have to feel pressured to persuade anyone in your dr or script an s/o for yourself when you don’t want to, even if everyone tells you to do so. it’s your dr, and it’s your feelings. you can’t force love. and this applies not only to you, but to everyone else.

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that is all pile 2! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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the moment i started the reading for this pile, i instantly thought about adrenaline inducing scenarios and maybe even a bit of danger, yet also just slow sunday mornings and sun lit rooms? do you happen to be shifting to a superhero dr? maybe a dr that’s labeled as dangerous to some if not most people? i’m also getting a partner in crime type of trope/enemies to lovers trope vibe for this pile, which is super cool if it’s accurate!

you and your dr s/o are literally each other’s safe space, and there isn’t more or less to it.

one of you isn’t particularly fond of being flashy or adventurous. they’re mostly a rule follower and very rarely ever expresses their ideas. however, you can count on them at all times, and best believe they would break every single rule in the book for their other half. this person is stable, practical, and of course, loyal. the other, however, is the opposite. they’re flashy, adventurous, and not afraid to voice out their opinions. always ready to set an idea and follow it, no matter what anyone says. making them a perfect match! they’re the literal definition of left brain and right brain, perfectly balancing each other’s intuition and intellect.

one of you, if not both, has acts of service at their top love language–both giving and receiving. one of you needs help reaching something above the shelves? the other will get it, don’t worry. one of you need help putting on their jewelry? the other will immediately be behind to help clip the necklace on. one of you feel hungry? the other will pick up either the phone for takeout or cook the meal. one of you feel exhausted? the other will be there 24/7 ready to do whatever it was the other didn’t get to do and let them rest.

you guys just enjoy each other's company, even when it’s doing absolutely nothing together. whether it be in the middle of a chaotic crowd in a hustling and bustling situation, or with no one else but each other in a quiet empty space, you guys cherish every single moment of it. you’re ready to accept each other's sweet nothings and bitter everything, which is everyone’s dream!

i feel like most of you really chose this trope because most of you came from a very dysfunctional place and just want to be comforted after a long tiring day. this pile has to be the most comforting reading i’ve ever done. like, literally! that fuzzy warm feeling in my chest and everything! whatever it is that you went through or are currently going through, just know, there will always be someone waiting for you at the dinner table with a warm meal ready to ask you about your day and listen to how it went. ready to give you your dream fairytale love story.

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that is all pile 3! thank you so much for stopping by the shifting cafe and spending this session with me. i hope to see you all again soon. happy shifting!

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that is it for today's pick a pile session! thank you so much for everyone who decided to participate/stop by and picked their piles for some guidance. i hope these resonated and i have interpreted them well for all of you.

if you have any suggestions for future pick a piles, please feel free to request through messaging me or leaving an ask!

for a personal tarot reading session, check out my carrd and order from my google forms!

thank you so so so much and i'll see you all soon! happy shifting!

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[fafnir19]

The Harvest

The crisp autumn air held a hint of rustic charm as Matthew, or Mattes as his aunt insisted on calling him, stepped onto the gravel driveway of her quaint countryside home. He sighed, his breath forming a fleeting cloud in the cool evening. As a city boy through and through, the prospect of spending his autumn break in this rural setting was less than appealing. But family obligations had brought him here, and he couldn't deny the sense of duty that weighed on his shoulders. His parents had insisted he visit his elderly aunt Käthe, claiming she needed help with the house and garden, and being her favorite nephew, he couldn't refuse.

Aunt Käthe, a sprightly woman despite her 93 years, greeted him with a warmth that seemed to fill the entire house.  But as he stood there, a tall, athletic figure with a modern buzz cut and a disdainful expression, he felt like a fish out of water. "Mattes, my dear boy!" Aunt Käthe's eyes sparkled with joy, and she wore a floral apron over her dress, a clear sign that the harvest season had her full attention. "Welcome, welcome! Come, let me take your bags." Matthew managed a tight smile, his blue eyes narrowing slightly at the use of the old-fashioned nickname. "Aunt Käthe. It's good to see you, but please, call me Matthew. I've told you, I'm not a fan of that name." "Oh, my dear Mattes, you know I struggle with these modern names. It's all the same to me, and you'll always be my favorite, no matter the name." She patted his cheek, her wrinkled hand soft against his tanned skin. The young man suppressed a grimace, his city-bred sensibilities already feeling assaulted by the rustic charm of the place.

The garden, a source of pride for his aunt, was his first task, and he approached it with a mix of dread and obligation. "Mattes, my boy, it's wonderful to have you here! Now, let's get you started in the garden. It's almost harvest time, and there's much to do!" Aunt Käthe's voice, filled with enthusiasm, grated on Mattes' urban-tuned ears. He despised the dirt, the dampness, and the physical labor that came with gardening, but he couldn't deny the sparkle in his aunt's eyes as she spoke of the upcoming harvest. "Aunt Käthe, I'm happy to help, but I must admit, I'm not a fan of getting my hands dirty." Mattes' voice carried a hint of apology, knowing his city-bred manners might seem out of place in this rural setting. "Nonsense, my dear! Gardening is good for the soul. And look, we've decorated the house for the harvest. Isn't it lovely?" She gestured towards the interior, where ears of wheat, cornflowers and vibrant autumn leaves adorned the walls, a testament to her single-minded focus on the season. As they worked, Mattes' buzz cut, a fashionable choice in the city, drew criticism from his aunt. "My dear, this haircut, it's like a jailbird's! You should grow it out." Matthew rolled his eyes, a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice, "It's the latest trend, Aunt. The city folks love it." "City folks, eh? Well, we'll show them that we country folks know a thing or two about fashion. And speaking of country, I've been meaning to ask, dear Mattes, have you given any thought to my offer?" Käthe's voice softened as she broached the topic of the house inheritance. "Aunt Käthe, you know I love you, but I'm a city boy. I can't see myself living here." Matthew's response was gentle, yet firm. "Nonsense! You're young, you'll change your mind. I'm not going anywhere just yet, but it's good to plan ahead." She waved away his concerns with a flick of her wrinkled hand.

The following day, Matthew found himself in the garden, his hands gripping a rake, and his clothes damp with sweat and soil. He grunted as he worked, the unfamiliar physical labor taking its toll.

"Now, Mattes, let's call it a day," aunt Käthe said, her voice filled with determination. "So, let's have some tea and cake and catch up. I want to hear all about your studies." Matthew nodded, grateful for a moment's respite after tackling the dreaded garden work. He sat at the wooden table, its surface worn smooth by years of use, and listened as his aunt bustled about the kitchen, the clinking of cups and saucers punctuating her cheerful humming.

"So, my boy, what are your plans for the harvest festival? It's a grand affair here, you know. Everyone dresses up and joins the parade," she said, setting a cup of steaming tea before him. Rolling his eyes, Matthew replied, "I'm not into parades, especially not for some old harvest tradition. I won't be attending." Aunt Käthe's face fell, her disappointment evident. "But Mattes, it's not just a parade. It's a celebration of life, of the earth's bounty. A thank-you to the Lord and the farmers." Her voice held a hint of pleading, as if she knew her request might fall on deaf ears. "Harvest parades are for kids and... well, country folks. No offense, but I don't see the point. And I don't agree with the whole farmer worship thing. It's a business, heavily subsidized at that." Mattes' words were laced with sarcasm, reflecting his urban bias. Aunt Käthe's face fell, her disappointment evident. "Oh, Mattes, my boy," she sighed, shaking her head. "The farmers work hard to fill our plates. Look around you; the harvest is a miracle. Without it, we'd have no bread, no fruit, nothing. It's a matter of respect, we must be grateful, Mattes!" She pointed to a towel, its embroidered message clear: "Never you should forget, the farmer grows your bread." "I get it, Aunt Käthe, but I'm just not into it. We have supermarkets and global trade. We don't need to rely on local farmers." Matthew's frustration was evident, his city-bred impatience bubbling to the surface. His tone was sharper than he intended, and he saw the hurt in his aunt's eyes. "Well, I won't argue with you, my boy. I'll leave you to your thoughts." The church bells chimed six, signaling the end of the day and she turned, her steps slow and measured, a reminder of her advancing age.

Now, Mattes found himself alone in the parlour, surrounded by the harvest decor. He stared at the old oil painting on the wall, its vibrant colors depicting a harvest scene from centuries past. "Such an outdated theme," he muttered, rolling his eyes at the painting's prominence in the room.

It was then that something extraordinary happened. In a heartbeat, his life took an unexpected turn. He felt a strange pull, as if the painting had come alive, and before he could react, he was sucked into its ancient world. Disoriented, Mattes stumbled forward, his hands reaching out to steady himself. The room with its cozy furnishings were gone. Instead, he found himself in a lush green field, the warm breeze caressing his skin. But something was different; he was naked, his body adorned only with a cluster of hop tendrils around his crotch. His short blond hair had transformed into luxurious golden locks, flowing freely in the gentle wind.

"Excuse me," Mattes called out, his voice carrying a hint of desperation. "I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of here?" The women paused, their eyes meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "We are the spirits of the winter wheat," they replied in unison. "Our task is to grow, to reach towards the sun until we are ready for harvest next year. You, young man, are part of this realm, and you can leave only when your task is fulfilled." "But what is my task?" Mattes asked, his voice laced with frustration. "You will know it when you feel it," they said, their voices like a gentle breeze. "It is in your nature." With that, they returned to their sowing, their graceful movements becoming a soothing rhythm in the field.

Mattes stood there, perplexed, as the women seemed to forget his very existence.

He continued his journey, his mind racing with questions. The next field he came upon was filled with cabbages, and nestled among them was a tiny spirit, no taller than a toddler. "Hello there," the spirit greeted him with a cheerful smile. "I'm the spirit of the cabbage. My siblings have already been harvested, and I'll be next soon. We never get to grow up, you know. The farmers like us young and tender." Mattes couldn't help but smile at the spirit's playful nature.

"But how do I get out of here?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. "Oh, you're not from around here, are you?" The spirit giggled. "You'll find your way when you've done what you're meant to do. The farmers have been kind to us, protecting us from pests. They understand the cycle of life." With a friendly wave, the cabbage spirit returned to its patch, leaving Mattes to ponder the mystery of his task. As he walked on, the fields seemed to stretch endlessly. In the distance, he spotted a group of pregnant women, their bellies round and full. They worked among the barley, their movements graceful despite their heavy burdens. "Young man, over here!" one of them called out.

"We are the spirits of the summer barley, and our time is almost up. The farmers have been kind, protecting us from weeds and drought. But your task awaits, so hurry along!" Mattes approached them, his curiosity piqued. "What is this task I must do?" The women exchanged knowing glances. "You will know when the time is right. The farmers have ensured our strength, and soon we will be harvested. Go, and discover your purpose." He thanked them and continued his journey, his mind swirling with thoughts.

Just then, he nearly collided with a busy squirrel, its arms laden with acorns. "Watch where you're going, lad!" the squirrel scolded.

"Winter's coming, and there's no time to waste. The Lord has provided, and you must be diligent. Look around—the trees are heavy with fruits, the ground is rich with nuts. Mattes, taken aback by the talking squirrel, stammered, "W-wait, what? How...?" The squirrel shot a dismissive glance at a cricket chirping nearby "Unlike some, I don't laze around all summer. But the Lord is just: idle all summer and you'll starve in winter. Or worse, become the mole's Christmas dinner - That is what you deserve, you fucking cricket!" With that, it darted away, swiftly burying an acorn in the rich soil. "Hey, wait!" Mattes called out, but the squirrel was gone. Mattes shook his head, amused by the squirrel's lecture.

The path led him to an apple orchard, where a group of young men danced among the trees, their laughter filling the air. "We are the spirits of the apples!" they called out, their voices filled with joy.

"Thanks to the farmers, we thrive and grow. They protected us from the cold and the storms, and now it's time for our harvest!" Mattes watched them, feeling a sense of camaraderie. He longed to join their celebration, but something deep within urged him forward.

As he left the orchard, a hop garden came into view, and a rustling sound caught his attention. A group of young women, their eyes sparkling with mischief, stood amidst the tall plants.

"There he is!" one of them exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. Mattes, confused and slightly embarrassed, found himself the center of attention. "Who... who are you looking for?" he stammered. "You, of course!" replied a bold woman, stepping forward. "You're the spirit of a male hop plant." Mattes raised a skeptical eyebrow. "And what does that entail?" The women exchanged knowing glances, their faces alight with anticipation. "Hops are unique," one of them explained. "Unlike most plants, they have separate male and female species. We are the spirits of the female hop plants, and you, dear boy, are here to fertilize us." Mattes's eyes widened in disbelief. "Fertilize? Me?" He felt a strange sensation in his groin, and to his horror, he realized his body was responding to their words. "This is absurd! I'm not..." His voice trailed off as he looked down, only to find his cock emerging from the hop cones that had mysteriously appeared around his waist when he was sucked into the painting. The women giggled, their hands reaching out to caress and stroke him. "It's your nature, hop boy," they cooed. "Embrace it, fertilize us!" Mattes tried to resist, but their touch was electric, sending shivers of pleasure through his body. "No, I can't..." His words were weak, his resolve crumbling under their skilled hands. "Oh, but you will," they whispered, their lips brushing against his skin. "You're one of us now." Their kisses and caresses intensified, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. Mattes's protests faded, replaced by a primal urge to fulfill his newfound purpose. He surrendered to the sensations, his mind awash with the rhythm of nature—sowing, growing, and harvesting. One by one, he fertilized the hop girls, his body moving with an instinctual grace. The garden echoed with their laughter and moans, a symphony of pleasure under the starry sky. "Yes, hop boy, give us your seed!" they cried, their voices blending with the rustling leaves. As the last girl stepped away, satisfied and glowing, Mattes collapsed beneath the ancient oak, his body spent but his spirit rejuvenated. He had found a connection to this land, to the cycles of nature, and to his own primal essence. A sense of peace washed over him, and he understood the cycle of life, the wonder of growth and harvest.

And then, as suddenly as he had been drawn into the painting, he was back in Aunt Käthe's house. Mattes stood there, breathless, his body still buzzing with the aftermath of his experience. But something was different. His hair, once a short buzz cut, now flowed in golden waves, and his urban bomber jacket had been replaced by a button-down shirt, fitting for a country gentleman.

On the next morning the morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the rustic wooden table. Aunt Käthe, her frail frame wrapped in a cozy shawl, entered the room, her eyes immediately drawn to the figure sitting by the table. It was Mattes, but something was different. "Good morning, Mattes," she said, her voice filled with surprise. The young man before her was a far cry from the city slicker she had welcomed a few days ago. His urban look and demeanor was gone, replaced by charming noble country boy, as if he had stepped straight out of cheesy countryside magazine. "Good morning, Auntie," Mattes replied, his voice warm and cheerful. "I've been thinking," he continued, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I believe I'll attend the harvest feast after all. And I think I'll try my luck with some country beauties." Aunt Käthe's eyes widened, and for a moment, she was speechless. "My dear boy, what has gotten into you? You've always been so... city-minded." "Well," Mattes began, leaning back in his chair, "I've learned a lot these past few days. About the land, the farmers, and the hard work that goes into every harvest. I never truly understood it before, but now I see the beauty in it." "And your hair?" she asked, gesturing towards his new locks. "Oh, that's part of the new me, I suppose," he said with a laugh. "I feel like I've been reborn as a country boy. Mattes is the name I'll go by from now on. It suits me better, don't you think?" Aunt Käthe smiled, her heart warming at the transformation. "It certainly does, Mattes. It certainly does. I'm glad you've found a new appreciation for our way of life. The harvest feast will be a wonderful experience for you."

As Mattes sat there, listening to the church bells chime in the distance, he felt a sense of peace. "I can't wait to finish my studies and escape the city's chaos. Maybe... just maybe, I'd like to settle down here, Auntie." Käthe's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I'm so proud of you, my dear boy. You've always had a special place in my heart, and I'm thrilled you're considering my offer. This old house will be waiting for you whenever you're ready." They shared a hearty breakfast and Mattes felt a sense of belonging he had never known before. The magic painting had not only altered his appearance but had also unlocked a deep connection to the land and its traditions. He was no longer the reluctant city boy but a man with a newfound appreciation for family, nature, and the simple joys of rural life. "I can't wait to see the look on the girls' faces when I show up at the feast," Mattes said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I might just sweep one of them off her feet!" Aunt Käthe chuckled, shaking her head fondly. "Go on, my boy. Go and make the most of this new perspective. And remember, the harvest is a time for gratitude and celebration. Enjoy every moment." With a spring in his step and a heart full of newfound purpose, Mattes set out, ready to embrace the harvest feast and all the surprises it might bring.

[rayshippouuchiha]

*waves at* hello, welcome back fellow void. I bring you song recs! also, work on the blanket has paused due to me having to sort yarn (long story short, was looking for a specific color in the piles for a project i wanna start, couldn't find it) and having to order the other color i need specifically for your blanket. -.- anyway.

Good enough by Sarah Mchlachlan for 9/0ths, especially the ending verse. So let me just try, and I will be good for you/Just let me try, and I will be there for you/I'll show you why you're so much more than good enough

Aqua Regia by Sleep Token for Shadows and Strength and 9/10ths. also just a hella good song in general.

Well, my love is an animal call/Cutting through the darkness, bouncing off the walls/Between teeth on a broken jaw/Following a blood trail, frothing at the maw Raise a little hell by Eric Stuart Band for Team Shisui or Team Uzumaki. Going off vibes for this one honestly, but still fits. I won't twist your arm, I won't do no harm/ I ain't tryna get you into a mess/But if your fantasy is with the boys and me/ We'll treat you like an honored guest

50 ways to leave your lover by Paul Simon. An oldie but goodie (you can thank the Sweet Tooth series for this one). You could apply this to any AU where Naruto leaves Konoha The problem is all inside your head, she said to me/ The answer is easy if you take it logically/ I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free/There must be fifty ways to leave your lover

last but not least, Storm Song by Phildel, for Whirlpool Calls him home I'll send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home/ Oh, carried on the breeze, you'll never find me gone Oh, faster than the post train, burning like a slow flame on/I'll send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home

Enjoy. Will share more pics of the blanket when i get back to working on it and have more to show.

I am, as always, in awe of your yarn ways and cannot wait to see more.

But ooohhh darling you came out swinging with these song recs. Might have to update the playlist later

[melanieph321]

If you are still taking requests, could I ask for a Ruben angst to fluff where his daughter is like under 1 years old, but is at Nursery and comes down with a fever. They can’t get through to reader, so the nursery have to phone Ruben instead and he worries about his daughter and also why his wife hasn’t been contactable?! Hope this all makes sense 😅 thank you xx

Ugh, I loved writing this. 😭 Thank you for the request. I changed it up a bit so that the child is old enough to talk.

Ruben Dias x Reader - Daddy of The Day

Enjoy!

"Hello, Mr Dias?"

"Yes that's me. Who's this?"

Ruben thought another journalist had gotten a hold of his phone number again, but it turned out to be the principal of his daughter's day care.

"Why would you need me to come and pick her up?"

Ruben was confused, it was barley lunchtime. He had just gotten out of his physio appointment at the teams training center.

"I'm sorry to bother you Mr Dias but it would be better for your daughter to go home as soon as possible."

"Why?" His heart jumped.

"She has a very high fever and complaining of pain in the rectum. We're guessing the flu."

Ruben nodded. The flu was bad. "I'll call my wife, she's usually the one to handle these things."

"I'm afraid we've tried reaching your wife Mr Dias, several times."

"She's not answering?"

"We've called your nanny and your wifes listed emergency contact, her mother. You're the first person I could get a hold of Mr Dias."

Ruben took a minute to collect his thoughts. It was clear what he had to do. "All right, I'll be there in thirty minutes."

"Again, sorry to bother you Mr Dias. Your wife has informed us not to call this number unless..."

"It's an emergency." He nodded. "Don't worry, I'll be there."

After speaking to his coach and his team, Ruben left Manchester City's training ground. He could imagine the headlines in the tabloids tomorrow, "Ruben Dias out of the squad?". He couldn't care less though. This was a family emergency and to him family always comes first.

"Y/N, please call me as soon as you get this. I'm on my way to the day care now." Ruben left you a third message as he drove to the day care center. He was starting to worry that somthing might have happened to you because this wasn't normal for you not to answer his calls, even during working hours.

"Daddy my tummy." Your daughter groand. Ruben had picked hebrup from the day care and was now rushing through traffic to take her to the hospital. She was too weak to walk so Ruben carried her in his arms to the ER front desk.

"We'll run some blood tests and see what we can do." Said a nurse after Ruben and your daughter was taken into a separate room.

"Daddy what will the doctors do?" She asked. They had her lie in a hospital bed but she quickly became anxious being detached form Ruben. He settled with holding her in his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"They're just going to run some tests baby, draw some blood from your arm.

"Blood?" Your daughter gasped. Then her lip began to tremble. "I want mommy."

"Trust me I want mommy too."

Ruben checked his phone. There was no messages from you. Where could you possibly be?

"Daddy I want mommy!"

It didn't take long for your daughter to be in a sea of tears. Ruben rocking her back and forth was to no use. He felt so hopless without you by his side.

"Okay look." Ruben said, in a tone that startled your daughter. He only ever used this tone with his teammates during half time in a tough game. "Daddy wants mommy too. He really really does. But mommy isn't here right now, it's just you and me. But you and me are also strong. Not as strong as mommy, but mommy has taught us well, hasn't she?"

Your daughter wiped her tears and gave a slight nod.

"Good. Now when the doctor comes in to runs some test, we will show them how strong we are, together."

"Okay."

"That's my girl."

The doctors ran many tests on your daughter and by the time you left your final  meeting at work you realized that your phone had no battery and needed to be charged. Your heart jumped seeing dozens of missed calls from Ruben, the day care and your mother.

"Where is she?"

You made your way to the hospital as fast as you could. Your mother was there to meet you at the entrance.

"She's resting. The doctors ran many test."

"And...?" You were walking with rushed steps down the hospital hallways, thinking that the worst things has happened to your daughter.

"They say she might be allergic to gluten."

You altered your steps. "Allergic to what?"

"Gluten. That would explain her stomach aches."

"Where's Ruben?"

You arrived in front of a hospital room. You're mother gestured towards the door. "In there. I think they're asleep."

It was a peaceful sight, Ruben and your daughter laying on the hospital bed hugging each other.

"Ruben?" You felt slightly guilty to shrugg him awake.

"Y/N?" His eyes flung open at the sight of you. "Y/N, where have you been are you okay?"

"Am I okay? You're the one in a hospital bed with our daughter."

"Right." Ruben looked back to where she was sleeping. "Turns out she's gluten."

You sighed in relief, everyone seemed to be okay.

"I tried calling you and the school tired calling you."

"I know baby and I'm sorry. My phone died during one of our meeting runs and I forgot my charger at home."

"Well after this I'm buying you a box full of charges." Ruben stretched his arms above his head and yawned. He looked so exhausted, you thought.

"I'm sorry you had to leave training to pick her up." You muttered. "It should have been me."

Ruben shook his head and railed you on with his hands on your waist. "We're in this together, you and me."

"And her." You smiled. Your daughter stirred, slowly coming to.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, baby, I'm here." You caressed her cheek as Ruben helped bring her to sit up. Her arms were covered with smiley stickers and a big bandage where blood had been drawn from her arm.

"Mommy,  I'm gluten." She said.

"So I've heard." You chuckled.

"Daddy says I'm strong no matter what. Just like you."

You looked to Ruben who blushed. You ran a hand through his hair. "Well Daddy is strong too. Especially today when Mommy couldn't be there for you."

"Will you be there for me next time?" Your daughter asked,  tossing and turning in Ruben's lap.

"Of course I will and Daddy too. We will be there for you together, always."

[itjazzbicch]

Determination

Pairing:  Lars Alexandersson x Reader 

First time writing for Lars, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Returning to their duties after being fatally injured during this madness of war, the reader surprises Lars as they are deeply in love but can't exactly have what their heart desires, not till the war ends and their duties are fulfilled...

Warnings:  Flashback (it is italicized!) Mentions of previous injury and wounds

Word Count: 0.6k 

"We'll be setting out in ten minutes..."

After six months, it was finally time for us to advance, helping Jin take down Kazuya once and for all. Lee and Lars had already made preparations, but there was one thing that Lee was keeping from Lars...

"Today..." When Jin was still missing months ago, I had been gravely injured while carrying out my operation regarding the international war that is still occurring. Everyone thought that I'd be out for good, but I was back, not only to help end this war, but there was someone special to me who needed to know that I had returned, smiling to Lars as I approached him and Lee on the rooftop of Violet Systems, ready to head out via aircraft. "We end all of this violence."

"Y/N-" Lars gasped, then was utterly speechless.

When our gazes met, I had never felt so many emotions bubble into me so quickly. The last time we saw each other was undeniably a horrible memory in his head, seeing how bloody and wounded I was, unsure if I was going to make it.

"You'll certainly be a great help, Y/N," Lee smiled at me, "Welcome back."

"Thank you," I smiled, my eyes still locked into Lars's as they glossed over, almost not believing his eyes. Even when the helicopter rotor blades spun and sent gusts of wind by us, Lars's hair whipping past his face, his gaze didn't leave mine for a moment.

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"I'm not going to die on you, L-Lars...." I promised him the last time I saw him, my hand reaching out for him. "I will come back to you, I promise..."

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"I told you that I would come back," I smiled at Lars, finally face to face with him, "I promised."

"Y-You did..." His voice was low but full of emotion, and after seeing that Lee had given us a moment to ourselves and entered the aircraft, he showed his built-up emotions, hugging me softly at first, then squeezing me tighter and tighter, needing to feel me to know that this was real.

"And I'm not going anywhere," I whispered, hugging his head to keep him close, "We're going to end this war. Together."

The thought of the war wasn't in his mind at that moment, a gust of wind zipping past when our lips met, his arms pulling me close.

Lars never showed fear, but when I was wounded, and everyone feared I might not make it, he was terrified, as we had gone through so much together.

I wanted to wipe that memory away and focus on the future, for which we would fight tooth and nail. That's all I wanted: a bright future with him.

Kissing back, I held his face, keeping him as close as I could till our lips popped free, both of us gasping for air, feeling a spark as I had before when I found his blue eyes, smiling as that spark surged through me.

"I-I-" He was trying to speak but was still so shocked to see me here, the both of us laughing as he spat out, "I don't know what to say."

"And there's nothing wrong with that," I smiled, patting his cheek and kissing him one last time, "Besides, we have to focus on our duties for now."

I gave a soft but firm and assuring look at him, my eyes able to explain that this moment we had may have been short but meaningful, and the second we were done with our duties, we could have happier, longer moments just like this.

"You're right." He nodded, a determined look in his eyes as he stood up straight, both of us facing the aircraft. Taking his hand as I saw Lee waving for us, taking the first step of this wild journey we were about to begin:

"Let's end this war." 

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[lucifersresources]

my chemical romance // the black parade rp meme. edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

the end.

come one, come all, to this tragic affair.

what's in is despair.

you might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.

if you look in the mirror & don't like what you see, you can find out first hand what it's like to be me.

find out first hand what it's like to be me.

kiss this goodbye.

i'd encourage your smiles, i'll expect you won't cry.

you won't cry.

here's my resignation, i'll serve it in drag.

you've got front row seats.

you've got front row seats to the penitence ball.

when i grow up i want to be nothing at all.

i want to be nothing at all.

save me.

get me the hell out of here.

too young to die.

if you can hear me, just walk away.

dead.

did you get what you deserve?

did you get what you deserve? the ending of your life.

if you get to heaven i'll be here waiting.

your heart can't take this.

have you heard the news that you're dead?

no one ever had much nice to say.

they never liked you anyway.

wouldn't it be great if we were dead?

you never fell in love.

is that the most the both of you can give?

it life ain't just a joke, then why are we laughing?

why am i dead?

this is how i disappear.

drain all the blood and give the kids a show.

there's things that i have done you never should ever know.

without you is how i disappear.

without you is how i disappear and live my life alone, forever now.

let me if it's so, that all the good girls go to heaven.

can you hear me cry out to you?

words i thought i'd choke on, figure out.

i'm really not so with you anymore.

i'm just a ghost.

i can't hurt you anymore.

i'm just a ghost, so i can't hurt you anymore.

you wanna see how far down i can sink?

let me go.

i'm so far away from you.

the sharpest lives.

it rains & it pours when you're out on your own.

i've spent the night dancing, i'm drunk i suppose.

if it looks like i'm laughing, i'm really just asking to leave.

you're in time for the show.

you're the one that i need.

i'm the one that you loathe.

you're the one that i need, i'm the one that you loathe.

you can watch me corrode like a beast in repose.

i love all the poison.

i've really been on a bender and it shows.

blow me a kiss.

give me a shot to remember.

you can take all the pain away from me.

your kiss, and i will surrender.

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead.

a light to burn all the empires.

the sun is ashamed to rise.

the sun is ashamed to rise and be in love with all of these vampires.

you can leave like the sane abandoned me.

there's a place in the dark where the animals go.

you can take off your skin.

juliet loves the beat & the lust it commands.

drop the dagger.

drop the dagger & lather the blood on your hands.

welcome to the black parade.

would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten, and the damned?

will you defeat them, your demons?

one day i'll leave you.

one day, i'll leave you, a phantom.

sometimes i get the feeling she's watching over me.

i feel like i should go.

when you're gone, we want you all to know, we'll carry on.

we'll carry on.

your memory will carry on.

in my heart, i can't contain it.

the anthem won't explain it.

your misery & hate will kill us all.

paint it black & take it back.

let's shout it loud & clear.

defiant to the end.

we hear the call to carry on.

though you're broken & defeated, your weary widow marches on.

on & on we carry through the fear.

take a look at me, coz i could not care at all.

do or die, you'll never make me.

the world will never take my heart.

go & try, you'll never break me.

we wanna play this part.

i won't explain or say i'm sorry.

i'm unashamed.

i'm unashamed, i'm gonna show my scar.

give a cheer for all the broken.

it's who we are.

just a man, i'm not a hero.

i'm not a hero.

i don't love you.

don't ever think i'll make you try to stay.

when you go, don't ever think i'll make you try to stay.

maybe when you get back i'll be off to find another way.

i'll be off to find another way.

you're still a good-for-nothing.

get out.

better get out while you can.

when you go and would you even turn to say 'i don't love you like i did yesterday'?

i don't love you like i did yesterday.

sometimes i cry so hard from pleading.

so sick & tired of all the needless beating.

when they knock you down & out is where you oughta stay.

fix your eyes & get up.

house of wolves.

i know a thing about contrition.

i'll be granting your permission.

let the spirit come on through you.

we got innocence for days.

i think i'm gonna burn in hell.

say what i wanna say.

tell me i'm an angel.

take this to my grave.

tell me i'm a bad man, kick me like a stray.

ashes to ashes, we all fall down.

you better run like the devil.

you better run like the devil coz they're never gonna leave you alone.

they're never gonna leave you alone.

you better hide up in the alley.

they're never gonna find you a home.

as the blood runs down the walls, you see me creeping up these halls.

i've been a bad motherfucker.

mama.

we all go to hell.

i'm writing this letter & wishing you well.

we're all gonna die.

stop asking me questions.

i'd hate to see you cry.

when we go, don't blame us.

we'll let the fires just bathe us.

you made us oh so famous.

we'll never let you go.

when you go, don't return to me, my love.

we're all full of lies.

we're meant for the flies.

right now they're building a coffin your size.

i should've been a better son.

you ain't no son of mine for what you've done.

there's shit that i've done with this fuck of a gun, you would cry out your eyes all along.

we're damned after all.

through fortune & flame, we fall.

if you can stay then i'll show you the way.

return from the ashes.

raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die.

sleep.

it feels like-- as if somebody was gripping my throat.

walk away a saviour.

i'm undeserving of your sympathy.

there ain't no way that i'm sorry for what i did.

i'm sorry for what i did.

through it all, how could you cry for me?

i don't feel bad about it.

kiss me goodbye.

just sleep.

the hardest part is letting go of your dreams.

a drink for the horror that i'm in.

a drink for the monsters that i've been.

three cheers for tyranny.

there ain't no way that i'm coming back again.

sometimes i see flames.

sometimes i see the people that i love dying.

i can't ever wake up.

teenagers.

they're gonna clean up your looks.

make a citizen out of you.

they can watch.

the drugs never work.

they got methods of keeping you clean.

they're gonna rip up your heads.

another cog in the murder machine.

teenagers scare the living shit out of me.

darken your clothes.

maybe they'll leave you alone.

you're never gonna fit in much.

what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did.

make them pay for the things that they did.

disenchanted.

we watched our lives on the screen.

i hate the ending.

i hate the ending myself, but it started with an alright scene.

it started with an alright scene.

it was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing.

it was a lie.

it was a lie when they smiled & said 'you won't feel a thing'.

we ran from the cops.

we laughed so hard it would sting.

as we ran from the cops, we laughed so hard it would sting.

i'm so wrong.

if i'm so wrong, how can you listen all night long?

can you listen?

can you listen all night long?

how can you listen all night long?

will it matter after i'm gone?

you never learned.

you never learned a goddamn thing.

you're just a sad song.

you're just a sad song with nothing to say.

this never meant nothing to you.

you think that i'm wrong.

i spent my high school career spit on and shoved to agree.

bring out the old guillotine.

we'll show em what we all mean.

go, run away.

where did you run to?

where did you hide?

go find another way.

famous last words.

i know that i can't make you stay.

where's your heart?

there's nothing i can say.

there's nothing i can say to change that part.

is it hard understanding i'm incomplete?

i'm incomplete.

a life that's so demanding... i get so weak.

i get so weak.

a love that's so demanding... i can't speak.

i am not afraid.

i am not afraid to keep on living.

i am not afraid to walk this world alone.

honey, if you stay, you'll be forgiven.

you'll be forgiven.

nothing you can say can stop me going home.

i'm out here on the other side.

i'm so weak.

a love that's so demanding... i get weak.

these bright lights have always blinded me.

i see you lying next to me.

i see you lying next to me with words i thought i'd never speak.

words i thought i'd never speak.

awake and unafraid.

asleep, or dead?

blood.

they encourage your complete cooperation.

they think you need to smile.

i can't control myself.

i'll be here.

i'll be here for a while.

give them blood.

give them all that they can drink.

it will never be enough.

they can fix me proper with a bit of luck.

they adore me so.

i'm such an awful fuck.

i'm the kind of human wreckage that you love.

it has never been enough.

[auspicioustidings]

Brain rotting in concepts rn cause i wanted to continue “Committed to the bit-“ and in the process i thought of such a fun concept that i just had to share-

Briefly in the “mandatory Dungeon’s and Dragons” oneshot (which btw- such a good fic one of my fav’s after going through like ur whole blog lol) You brought up TF 141 in paintball. And i’ve just had such a fun idea.

Consdier: Reader who is corralled into going to paintball with their shitty friends, who are only really going with the intent of ganaging up on reader. They go in an uneven number tho- (cause they were all gonna be on one team and have reader by themselves-) When the workers there are like- “Oh well- there is another group here.” Dunno why the 141 would be there, maybe another situation like the DnD one-shot where they’re being forced. And so, poor sweet reader who clearly was expecting this to be a liebe experience, gets to have the joy of 141 seeing them and deciding “yeah, you’re pretty and your friends are assholes- you need more ppl for a proper team? Cool, we’ll be on yours.”

Just image the pure shenanigans of it all, reader getting some well earned revenge and the whole debacle ends up them them losing their friends- but gaining (1)4(1) more <3

I kid you not I have had 'Airsoft AU - you keep beating military men at airsoft and they are going to lose it' sitting in my phone notes since September :') Just one of those concepts that I love to think about but cannot write.

I prefer having the reader be their bitter rival because wtf why is this civilian rocking out shit? This is so humiliating oh my God Kate WHY DID YOU TELL FARAH WE LOST TO A CIVVIE TEAM STOP IT WE ARE NEVER LIVING THIS DOWN :( Only way of redeeming themselves is obviously to ruin your winning streak in any way they can.

It would be really fun to then have your take on it follow that, when they already view you as their arch-nemesis they show up on a surprise visit thinking if they can take you off guard with a game they might have an advantage (that's just psychological warfare bby, totally legit, it is not CHEATING Farah shut up). And you are sad? And getting ganged up on by the people you have been carrying any time you are played against them? Like you are the one that is beating them really, the team has always just been benefitting from taking orders from you.

Absolutely not? Are they fuck going to let anyone beat you that isn't them. So even though you are so embarrassed at first when you see them because your most fun games have been against these guys and the banter is always so good and oh my God they're about to find out that you are tragically uncool, they immediately are joking around with you and offering to take you on their team.

"Aye, come tae our team and we'll show ye how the professionals dae it." "Wild thing to say when you've never beaten me but sure thing Suds." "My real name is John. Johnny if it's you. It's nice tae actually meet ye bonnie."

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby- Out Of The Blue Pt2

Pt1 Pt3

Weeks pass by and Tommys teasing about YNs fiancé don't let up. In fact the more trips he took to London the more Tommys words stuck in her mind 'he obviously has a whore'. Doubt sets in her mind, was he actually away on business or was he with another woman?

Walking into the betting shop YN puts her bag down and pulls her coat of placing on the chair behind her desk. Tommy immediately walks out of his office

"YN I nee you to go to the garrison. Tell Harry I have a meeting there tonight 6:30"

"I've just walked in" YN groans

"Don't care" Tommy walks back into his office. YN puts her coat back on muttering about how Tommy actually hates her and does all of this on purpose.

When arriving at the garrison she hears a woman asking for her fiancé

"Excuse me but do you know where I might find Mr Alexander?" she asks Harry

"Why are you looking for my fiancé?" YN asks frowning

"Oh hello I'm his wife"

"Wife?!" YN shouts "don't you mean ex wife?"

"No. I'm his wife you must be YN YLN?"

"Yes. How do you know my name?"

"Well you didn't really think my George actually loves you right? Your in with the Shelby's am I not correct?"

"Your just some crazy ex girlfriend or ex wife who is trying to scare me off. Harry Tommy said he has a meeting tonight" YN turns around and leaves the Garrison and begins to make her way back to the betting shop.

That evening YN arrives home. She can hear George's voice, but he's not alone there's someone else here

"You can't just show up here. You could ruin everything!" George shouts. Not taking of her coat, frowning YN gently closes the front door and quietly makes her way to her shared bedroom where the voices are coming from

"You've been at this for over a year now. I thought you would have made your move by now"

"Are you jealous?"

"Of her? No, but do I like the idea of my husband warming another woman's bed even if he is just trying to get to the Shelby's? Yes of course it bothers me" YN feels like she's going to be sick hearing this

"Fine. I'll do it tonight. Tonight is the night I kill Thomas Shelby" a lump forms in YNs throat and her feet are immediately carrying her towards the Shelby's residence.

Knocking on the door Polly answers

"What are you...."

"Where's Tommy?" YN frantically asks

"At the garrison having his meeting"

"Shit"

"What's going on?"

"My fiancé is married and is only using me to kill Tommy and probably all of you"

"Did you know!" Polly shouts

"I wouldn't be stood here panicking if I knew Polly. Look I have to go warn him"

YN has never run so fast in her life. Arriving at the Garrison she doesn't care that Tommy is in the middle of a meeting. She bursts through the door panting

"YN what the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm so sorry Tommy I didn't know"

"Didn't know what?"

"YN what's wrong?" Johns soothing voice says

"It's George"

"What the fuck has he done?" John shouts anger laced in his voice "has he hurt you?"

"We'll fucking kill 'im" Arthur yells

"YN what is going on?" Tommy asks

"George. He's already married. He's been using me. He's coming to kill you all"

"Why are you only just telling us? Are you involved?" Tommy stands

"What no of course not. I just found out"

"John take YN home, Arthur..."

"No!" YN shouts "I can't go home. That's where they are"

"Fine. Stay here. John let's go"

It's been 30 minutes since the Shelby's left. YN sits at the bar waiting for them to return. Every time she hears the door of the Garrison open she looks hoping that her best friend and his brothers are walking in. But her heart drops every time, so by now she's given up looking at the door and just focus's on her drink in hand. Suddenly she jumps hearing what sounds like a gun shot going off. Looking up she sees him there, George. If he's here then where are the Shelby's?

"Tommy Shelby!" he shouts. So he doesn't know they went after him "where the fuck is he?

George points the gun at me "YN where is he?"

"I... I don't know"

"Fuck. You weren't meant to be here" YN frown getting off her chair

"Why? So you could kill the Shelby's then leave with their money to go back to your wife?"

"How do you..."

"Know? Because I walked into our house and heard everything"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he shouts "this wasn't supposed to happen like this. This is your fucking fault" that's when YN feels a burning sensation in her abdomen and heard a ringing in her ears.

[dominimoonbeam]

😁 Oh, my lovely, wonderful Domini

I have a dream… of using the combined prompts,

“Well, someone’s cranky today.” and “Well, someone needs to shut the fuck up.” combined with *kissing to annoy a third party*, involving David & Darlin snarking at each other, and upon realizing Quinn is watching, choosing to kiss each other to piss him off 😈 Bonus points if they quickly forget the point of the kiss is to annoy Quinn 🤣 💋

CHAR!! I love it. Thank you so much for this ask!!

I might flesh this one out more before I post it to ao3... We'll see.

David/Darlin

tags: first kiss, idiots in love, drinking, bar fight

MY WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE

David nursed his beer at the bar, making sure to take it slow because Asher was hellbent on dragging him to the dance floor when he was done with this one.

Fuck that.

Darlin leaned against the bar beside him, turned the other way to face the room, their arms pressing back to settle elbows on the surface. “At this rate we’re going to need to carry him home,” the remarked.

David turned enough to look back over his shoulder at the floor and Asher. He bit the inside of his lip to hide a smile. Ash and about half the pack were dominating the dancefloor—not pushing anyone else out but definitely a presence. It was impossible not to be. A fire elemental stepped closer to Asher and even from across the room David caught that look, the curious one asking to get even closer to Asher. He only watched long enough to see the grin on his best friend’s face before looking away again, taking a deep drink off his beer because he would not need to worry about Asher coming back to bother him tonight.

“Doesn’t look like we’ll be the ones carrying him.”

Darlin laughed and then snagged his beer.

“Get your own,” he griped but rolled his eyes when the finished it.

“We’re sharing!”

“The fuck we are!”

Darlin pouted. “Well, someone’s cranky today…”

“Well, someone needs to shut the fuck up,” he countered, but flagged the bartender for another, signaling for a second bottle for the shifter next to him.

Someone else came up to them… or rather, came up to Darlin.

David glanced over his shoulder at the vampire looking Darlin over from head to toe, lingering on their neck.

Darlin, for their part, stared back, mostly bored.

“I heard you’re into biting,” the vampire said, not having to raise their voice to have it slithering in their ears.

David swiveled to the side, more than ready to show this biter just how fast a shifter could move.

But Darlin grinned. “I am. But you can go back and tell him that his little teeth don’t do it for me anymore.”

David raised an eyebrow, not sure what they meant until the vampire hissed and bolted back into the crowd. It was fast enough that he barely clocked them until they reappeared on the other side of the club, at a cluster of couches and next to another vampire.

Quinn.

David turned forward before he could show that he even noticed him, picking up a beer and taking the first drink. He knew Darlin was staring back at their ex from across the room. He’d been a nightmare and the breakup had been violent and ugly, but that was a few years ago now. Darlin was back with the pack, safe and happy, just like he’d always hoped they would be.

David passed them the beer in his hand and they took it like that was always the plan. “Little teeth, huh?”

Darlin sipped and shrugged, turning their head to look back at him. “I know it’s petty but if he’s going to send his creeps to try to make me uncomfortable I figure it’s fair to try to piss him off…”

David shook his head. “It’s not petty.”

Darlin took another swig and then passed the bottle back to him. “He’s always thought you and me had a thing.”

David looked at them again. The idea sent a jolt through him, maybe because he’d always had a soft spot for Darlin. Maybe Quinn wasn’t quite as stupid as David always thought… “Do you want to really piss him off?”

Darlin blinked at him, trying to play it cool, but their gaze flicked to his mouth for a second and then back his eyes. “What?”

David shrugged.

Darlin smiled slowly. “Seriously?”

David shrugged again.

Darlin flashed teeth, tempted. “He might lose it…”

“He already lost it,” David reminded, waiting. And let that biter make a move. David wasn’t worried.

Darlin slid their back along the bar, into his space, and he lifted his arm from the surface to give them that real estate in front of him, his hand settling on their hip.

Darlin curled an arm around the back of his shoulders. “You drunk?” they asked, checking.

He laughed before he could catch it. The idea of them checking to make sure they weren’t taking advantage of him was too funny.

“Shut up,” Darlin laughed while scolding.

He leaned down and kissed them, soft and short first, their lips still close and their bodies practically pressed together.

Darlin blinked, stunned, and then kissed him harder, pulling themself flush against him.

David wound his arm around their back, devouring that kiss like it might be his only.

Later that morning, he’d know that he forgot the kiss was to piss off Quinn the second they slid in front of him, and so had they.

But it had still worked.

Later that morning, he’d hear from Milo how Quinn shot across the room like a missile, fangs out.

He hadn’t known then only because Quinn never made it close enough for it to matter. Asher caught him halfway across the club, shifting into a wolf and closing teeth around his ribcage before he made it.

The whole empowered club erupted into a bar fight that somehow devolved into a flashy show of powers once the vampires were tossed out. The Department arrived late enough to frown in confusion, scold the lot of them, and write citations for risking covert with indoor storms, fireworks, and earthquakes set to the beat of music.