#wh sheila

[falconearring]

Enjoy drawing these guys immensely....will eventually do a proper ref/breakdown of my designs for each of the human side, rn I must return to the grind though

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

i've headcanoned Rouge as a transgender woman for a while, and today, i had a thought that it would be really sweet if Noel's current outfit used to be hers before she transitioned...

[a-dumbass-jester]

Ok so this is what I have in the wh imortal au so far

story part

Og thread

“Witch’s heart au centered around the human side where you take the fact that wilardo is immortal and the other four(4) are mortal and flip it!(and kinda exaggerate it)”

- Wilardo Adler -

mortal human A 22 year old florist looking for flowers in a cave and then next thing they know they’ve been transported to another realm full of monsters and inhuman beings.

- Sirius Gibson -

a star(the Sirius star specifically) who lives in the sky, but can leave and visit other places if he wants. It’s also worth noting when he’s in the sky he can see everything. He can also distort gravity a little bit by making him and/or small/light objects float. Because of this he often likes wears very flowy loose light clothing. Edit: Sirius has constellations on his skin

- Claire Elford -

Bird like creature. Claire is a very friendly half bird half humanoid creature who shows Wilardo around after night falls and Sirius has to go back to the sky. Unlike most the creatures there Claire can die however it takes much more to kill her. She also lives much longer than humans to. Her arms and legs are that of a birds. She uses her arms to fly.

- Ashe Bradley -

a shapeshifting water creature (Inspo) he lives in oceans and comes up often to visit the others. He is made of water and the more water he has the bigger he can be. That’s why he’s essentially a giant when he’s in large bodies of water. His form is stable enough to be able to travel on land without consequences. When he’s on land he likes having a much smaller/ more human sided form. If he feels a lot of emotion (Especially negative ones) he can start to melt. He also likes to wear much looser clothing so he can shape-shift more comfortably.(I’m imagining something like a robe) he can also control and manipulate water that he is touching. His hair length constantly changes, most the time it is around floor length.

- Noel Levine -

Biblically accurate angel (reference 1) (reference 2)He lives in the sky and visits often. He wasn’t always like this, he was once human but died a few decades ago and became an angel. He is covered in eyes and wings. He has wings attached to the back of his head and back. He doesn’t actually have any facial features but it’s obscured by the wings, floating eyes, the eye loop things and hair that cover his face.

- Rouge -

a Medusa like creature (Inspo) I like to think she’d be a lot like that. She looks very similar but now her hair has been replaced with snakes. Also her whole turning people to stone think works with eye contact and best on humans. She’s often found in bars and places of the sort wearing a fancy red dress.

- Zizel -

a fairy/pixie. Imagine she as a tiny pixie that’s small enough to fit of peoples hands. She sips from tiny teacups and lives is big teapot. She also speaks with bell like sounds that everyone (except wilardo(and other humans)) can understand. Her and Sirius drink tea together sometimes:))

- Dorothy Elford -

Witch she look almost exactly like a human except for her point ears and ability to use magic

- Sheila -

siren/mermaid. she also looks more fish like there with visible gills, fish ears webbed fingers and various fins across her back and the backs of her forarms.

- Lime -

a catgirl or smth idk EDIT: NO IM CHANGING TJIS SHES AN OCTOPUS shes basically the same except her legs have been replaced with octopus tentacles(don’t be weird). She messes with Ashe a lot.

i migjt add more of the characters later

“Wilardo is a mortal who stumbled into a different realm of immortal and inhuman beings. The others are some of those immortal beings he comes across!”

The plot is basically wilardo and the rest of the human side try and figure out how they got here and how to get home

Wilardo got there by picking the dark lily

As a multishiper who ships wilardo with all of the human side I’m having so much fun with this

Put so much time into this I hope you like it!!

ALOS If anyone has any ideas feel free to tell me I would love to see them

[illym]

Whtober day 14 - Hell

I think that for a certain amount of time after they've arrived in hell, a lot of demons just fall and don't get up for years and years, letting their daily redeaths flow over them.

Cringetober day 14 - Candy Gore

I like the contrast between the candy and the rest of it. idk if it works, but I like it, so it does.

[princelylove]

Divinity.

Synopsis: Post-canon vento aureo, you are Giorno Giovanna’s bodyguard, and his obsession. 

Warnings: typical possessive yandere behavior, reader is trapped later on, not sfw later on but it’s just masturbation, I’m a Giorno pussy truther it’s not explicitly stated but I want you to know

Length: A little over 2k.

Giorno Giovanna is something out of a dream. It’s difficult to not stare. His presence itself is enchanting, although often overwhelming.

He’s often misunderstood. Misrepresented. He’s a complex individual, it’s unfair to put his psychology in the same category as someone more simple-minded.

You can’t think of why his presence overwhelms you. His perfume is subtle, he’s well mannered, well spoken, well educated and cultured, well groomed, and relatively charming. There’s just something off about him, in your point of view. 

Giorno is naturally graceful, he’s only become more pleasing to the eyes as he’s gotten older. The way he holds his fingers up for birds to rest on him is something out of a fairytale.

You took this job because of the pay. Never mind the fact that your client is handsome, and generally pleasant to be around. His other bodyguards aren’t so bad either- Guido’s a nice man, when he’s not working. Sheila E seems fine to be around as well, but you haven’t really interacted with her much. They’ve both warned you about how Giorno is to be your absolute top priority- you’re not a mafioso, you’re just a bodyguard. It must be nice to have someone’s absolute loyalty like that, you think.

The way Giorno asks to be taken home to his room… It almost makes you believe that he really does need you. He seems soft compared to the others- like he isn’t hardened by the burden of life, or whatever that ‘Murolo’ guy was on about. 

Giorno’s voice is comforting and refreshing. His tone is quiet, and soft. You’re only really certain he’s speaking when he makes harder sounds, such as ‘t’ or ‘k.’ The way he looks at you with his doe eyes, and soft tone… it eats you alive to not succumb to his will. 

This misinterpretation would cost you your life, as Giorno falls head over heels at such a romantic, protective gesture of guiding him up his own staircase and reassuring him that all is well, you’re right there. 

He smiles. You can’t help but watch his lips as he speaks in that same soft spoken manner.

“Thank you, but you’re dismissed for the night.”

Giorno’s obsession drives him. He is nothing without hope, there is always a way for him to achieve his goals. He doesn’t really understand why he keeps getting off track- his only love is justice, and hope, it doesn’t make any sense for his mind to cling to a human being. 

Humans are vile things, really.  His stepfather was evil, his mother was evil, his peers were evil- there was no good in humanity besides from him.

There are humans who are good, there’s just a lot of problems that need fixing before he feels comfortable saying that all of humanity hasn’t failed him. 

Giorno is often well intentioned; It kills him to see people go through what he did. If he had the ability to protect others from the fate he once had, why not? He just knows he can do better. There is always more to be done, always more to improve upon. Self betterment is the path to freeing the soul. 

That has nothing to do with his methods, or his real opinion on the majority of people.

Giorno’s dream is to protect the innocent, above all else. 

His misanthropic point of view still seeps into the way he handles most situations. Passione hasn’t had a single slip up in many, many years. Having faith in your own men, and having faith that everyone other than your possessions will do what they can to get up in the world is a bit depressing, but it’s been working. 

As long as his possessions adore him, they won’t leave for something better. Not that you could leave Passione, betrayal means death, but Giorno will do everything in his power to not feel the sting of being left alone.

Giorno is most comfortable when he knows he has everyone in the room wrapped around his well manicured pinky finger. He doesn’t particularly mind playing into their fantasies, or allowing them a sense of control. You can think that you’re the boss in your relationship with Giorrno, but that’s never going to be true, even if you’re physically stronger than him. 

You probably think you are, too. Bodyguards are meant to be strong, it’s a part of the job description- why would someone strong hire three bodyguards? Giorno’s lack of height and subtle muscle make him look like he isn’t a threat, you might compare his body to a ballerina. A weapon would work against him, maybe… if it didn’t turn into a small animal every time you picked one up without asking for permission first. 

Giorno will often play damsel in distress to get what he wants. Even if it isn’t his preference, he’s fine with taking on whatever role he needs to take in order to maintain control. 

He keeps Guido happy by pretending to be considerably more delicate than he really is. He’s easily frightened, and happy to play into Guido’s need to be needed. He showers him with praise fairly often- and will do the same to you, if you react well enough. 

Giorno keeps Sheila E happy by allowing her to ask him as many questions as she’d like. She’s still young- a little bit of curiosity won’t kill him. Why, when he was her age, he was probably more curious. No harm done, it’s nice to stimulate himself with questions he normally wouldn’t think of. 

Those two are easy to please. He… doesn’t know how to keep you happy, yet. The last thing he needs is a resentful bodyguard. Attention, money, affection, and basic human needs are all bartering chips to Giorno. 

He doesn’t want to kiss you on the cheek, it makes him feel easy, but if you want special attention, and that’s the way to get you obsessed with him, fine. Run your hand over his stomach and watch him purr. He’ll fool around with you for a little bit, but he stops you before it can go any further. You’re his bodyguard, this is so inappropriate… If you think you can move on from this and go back to just watching him, let’s just pretend this never happened.

When you come in the next day, he trails his index finger down your spine, and smiles at the way you shiver for him.

Success. 

He seems like the prissy type, you think. Like he’d die if he got dirty or his hair was out of place. You’re just joking, it’s a way to pass the time while you’re at work… you can’t help but smile at the lack of dirt under his fingers despite handling plants all day. 

Giorno smiles back, eager to know what could possibly be making your lips curl up into a smile. 

“Do you like her? She’s gotten so big, lately. I think it’s all the attention I’ve been giving her.” 

Giorno is referring to the philodendron in his arms- a rather large pot with a clingy pile of vines sitting in the dirt. It’s his favorite at the moment, seeing it sprawled out always seems to put him in a good mood. 

“She’s great, sir.” You respond. You’re not really meant to talk to him too much- a bit of advice from Guido rings in your ears whenever Giorno attempts conversation with you.

‘When you’re watching him, you should watch the room, rather than him… it’s kinda easy to get lost in staring. Dude’s pretty.’ 

… You kind of see his point. 

Giorno has all the power in the world. He is life itself. He forbids evil from reaching the truth. But he’s soft, isn’t he. He needs someone to watch over him, to protect him. 

Maybe you’re content with a job like this. It’s not like he’s an awful boss. 

Giorno has always felt like a bird in a cage, placed next to a big window. Just out of reach of his fantasies. He won’t allow anything to be out of his reach, now that he’s free. 

Giorno won’t take what is not his. You have a choice, even if it’s clear what you should be picking. 

His hand rests on top of yours. You’re holding his fingers, and just placed a kiss to his porcelain skin. It’s meant to be symbolic- becoming a formal member of passione and a long-term bodyguard instead of part time is a fairly big deal. 

The words ‘freedom’ and ‘fate’ ring in Giorno’s ears. They aren’t foreign subjects to him. Fate has always been his, and freedom is something he’s always wanted. 

“You’ve become mine, my beloved.” He coos. You might feel your face heating up at such a statement. 

He plans on keeping you now that you’re officially one of his possessions. Your owner is not the one who rests in your bed, but the one who disrupts your sleeping schedule. 

Giorno isn’t sure what to do with himself when he finds himself wanting to be yours instead of the other way around. 

He’d let you take him. He fantasizes about it often- sometimes while you’re on the other side of his door, unaware that he’s touching himself to the thought of you being even slightly possessive towards him. 

You’re already his. He owns you, body and soul, there’s no question about it, but he wants you to want him, and not just in the physically attractive sense. Well. Right now he means in the physically attractive sense. 

What does it matter, though? Of course you’re his, you’re a living being. As far as Giorno’s concerned, life is his, and he is life’s. 

Oh, God, shut up. He can’t think about the technicalities, he’s too busy shoving his fingers into himself and trying to imagine what sort of tone you’d take with him- Would it be loving? Would you be firm? Would you scold him for looking at another? He needs it, he can’t live without it, devote yourself to him and expect a level of access to him in return, he’d happily slut himself out if it was for you and you alone-

You knocking takes him out of the mood entirely. His hands shoot out of his pants, and he backs himself up against the door to make sure you don’t come in.

“Yes, dearest?” He’s trembling. 

“Just making sure you’re alright, I haven’t heard you make any noise in a while…” 

“Oh! I’m fine, I was just… reading, and now I’m getting changed…”

Giorno has a habit of talking when he’s nervous, on those rare occasions, so him choking up like this is entirely unprecedented.

He makes a mental vow to never let you witness him like that again. 

You’re not really sure how you ended up moving with him into his new house.

It’s not like you’re the best person for the job. A live-in bodyguard is a lot more than what you originally signed up for, and when you voice this complaint, Giorno doesn’t seem to take it into account. 

He sighs a little, and makes a gentle reminder: You do as he says, and this is what he is commanding you to do. 

It’s not so bad living in a big house where all you ever do is make sure Giorno doesn’t drop dead. You’ve adjusted well to it, but it’s had it’s ups and downs. 

He’s gotten a lot more attentive, something you have mixed feelings on. 

Should you choose to hide from his ever-present stare, Giorno would pretend to not be able to find you, but speak.

“It’s instinct to fear what you do not understand. Your body serves you very well, darling.”

He opens the closet, where you obviously are not. 

“But I mean you no harm. You are very precious to me.”

The door shuts, and he flicks the lamp off- the only non-natural light in the room. The moon is full, and the curtains are always pulled back- Giorno loves the sun.

His eyes have already adjusted, but he’s sure yours have not.

“Let’s stop playing for tonight, dear. I’ll let you keep that hiding spot provided you return to me in ten seconds. I’ll even close my eyes.”

He starts to count out loud.

“Ten, nine…”

Oh God. What should you do? He’s pissed- you know it.

“Eight, seven, six.”

It’s better to obey. Just give in. You’re not risking his stand pulling you out by your hair again.

“Five, four…”

As you start to crawl out, you wince at the light coming back on.

There’s nothing on his face, not even a smile. The way he looks down at you as if it’s his rightful position is something you’ve become accustomed to, but it still hurts.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

It's March and Jason's fifteen in this chapter.

Chapters: 33/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Thirty-Three: Open Wound

Jason and Dick arrived in Gotham late on Friday afternoon, and Dick took Jason to eat before they went to the new apartment. "Tell me you have second thoughts," Jason whispered. Dick smiled.

"How's your head?" Dick asked. He reached to touch the bandage on Jason's forehead, and Jason leaned forward. "For what it's worth, you got to try a bunch of new things."

"I don't want to go in," Jason replied as he got up, and they drove a few blocks to the new apartment. Dick raised his hand to knock, and Jason grabbed his wrist. "No," he mouthed. Dick frowned, and Jason watched as Dick knocked on the door.

"Who's there?" Jim asked.

"It's Dick and Jason," Dick answered. Jim opened the door and moved to hug Jason. Jason backed away.

"No," Jason whispered, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Jason, chill—."

"You're hurt—."

"I got in a fight yesterday. Can I use your bathroom?" Jason asked. Jim caught a hint of his sarcasm. Jason blinked hard.

"It's your home too," Jim replied as he pointed to the bathroom. Jason went straight to the bathroom, and Jim frowned. "How'd you get him to come back?"

"I'm not really sure," Dick whispered, "He's convinced that you and Barbara abandoned him, and I've been trying to explain to him—."

Barbara came out of her room. "Is he here?" she asked. Jim and Dick turned to her and nodded cautiously. Jason came out of the bathroom, and he and Barbara locked eyes. "You're like half a foot taller than you were the last time I saw—. Your head?"

"It's no big deal. I got in a fight yesterday," Jason replied. He wanted to hug her, but his anger and pride wouldn't let him.

"I missed you," she whispered, "We missed you."

Jason scoffed. "Three months. You could've fooled me. You both—."

"Jason, I'm serious. Last warning," Dick interrupted him.

Jason shot Dick a look, and Dick narrowed his eyes. "Jason, I couldn't let you—. I was scared that something would happen to you if you came home. If you're mad at anyone, be mad at me," Barbara reached for his hand, and he pulled away.

"Don't touch me. Why are things any different today? Hm?" Jason asked.

"Jason, it took a long time for things to feel safe after what happened. I couldn't be the dad I wanted to you. It was rough, Jason," Jim tried to explain.

"Yeah, so you completely shut me out," Jason replied, "And instead of letting me stay where I was, you made me come back here."

"You belong—."

"No, I don't belong here. You made that clear when you left me in San Francisco for three months!" Jason yelled. Everyone grew silent. Jason's shoulders dropped, and before they could see how upset he was, he walked out, leaving his bags. Dick opened the door to follow him, and when he looked out into the hall, Jason was gone.

"He's gone," Dick whispered. Barbara frowned and went to leave the apartment.

"I'm gonna go talk to him," Barbara replied.

"But you don't know wh—."

"I know exactly where he's gonna go," Barbara replied, "Don't wait up." She got a ride all the way up to Jason's old building, and she took the elevator up to his floor. She knocked on his door. He didn't answer. She hit the door again, and the woman across the hall opened her door.

"He's asleep... You must be his sister," she whispered, "I'm Kerry. You should come in." Barbara nodded and followed Kerry inside. Jason lay fast asleep on the couch. "Jason, it's your sister."

"Some sister," Jason mumbled.

"Jason, if you'd just let me explain—."

"You left me... And you left Dick to make excuses for both of you," Jason replied, "Sorry, Kerry. I'm gonna take this across the hall." Jason sighed and went back across to his old apartment. Barbara followed him, and he shut the door behind her. Jason took off his jacket and looked around for a first aid kit.

"Jason, you're bleeding—."

"I know. That's why I'm looking for my first aid kit—."

"Bottom drawer on your right," Barbara replied. Jason looked at her. "I came here once or twice while you were away, and uh-. Photographic memory."

Jason took off his shirt and removed his bandage. He winced as he looked at his reopened wound. "What happened?" Barbara asked.

"It doesn't matter," Jason replied. Barbara made her way over to get a closer look.

"Were you stabbed?" Barbara asked. Jason rolled his eyes at her as he tried to clean up his wound. "Looks like Dick stitched you up. He did a shitty job."

"At least he was there," Jason replied. Barbara nodded as she took her first aid kit out of her purse.

"Jason, someone stabbed you. I think we should at least talk about that," Barbara whispered.

"You couldn't talk to me for more than ten seconds in three months, and you think I owe you any kind of update or explanation on what I've done?" Jason asked. "You owe me much more than a half-assed apology and a welcome home."

"What do you want me to do, Jason?" Barbara asked as she gestured for Jason to sit on the chair so she could see better.

"I want you to feel shut out the way that I did. I want you to prove to me you won't just do this to me again. I do want to love you and Pop, but you can't tell me you wouldn't be angry if you were in my place," Jason replied, "I can't trust you."

"I know, Jason... But, I'm going to rebuild that trust with you. I promise that I will. Don't be mad at Dad. He was heartbroken every day that you were gone," Barbara whispered, "He wanted to call, but it was scary. We didn't know if we would be jeopardizing your safety by calling, so we only tried to do so when it was necessary."

Jason softened a little bit as he allowed her to patch him back up. "I was distracted last night, Dick trusted me to go off by myself, but I don't know... I was so angry with you and Dad that I don't think I cared if I lived or died when I was out there last night," Jason whispered, "I bet you're pissed—."

"I missed you so much. You're unofficially grounded, but I am so glad you're home," she interrupted, much to Jason's surprise. "I love you. You're right to be mad at me, but I need you to know that I still love you so so much... And in his own way, Reese has been holding a candle for you this entire time."

"He has?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, he calls every weekend just to ask if you're home. This will be the first time we can say yes," Barbara replied, "He hasn't dated anyone else. He's—."

Jason shook his head as his face reddened. "I can't get my hopes up... I have so much to explain—."

"I handled that because it's my fault. I told him I sent you away with my friend until I felt like it was safe for you to come back. I didn't want to ruin something so beautiful for you," Barbara reassured him as she finished bandaging him up. "Dad can't know you got stabbed."

"I know," Jason replied, "But are you allowed to ground me?"

"No, but I can take you out of the field for a week," Barbara whispered. Jason put his jacket on and hugged her. She kissed the top of his head. It wasn't until she let go that she realized he was crying. "Jason?"

"I'm ready to go home," Jason cried.

[abbatoirablaze]

Racing Stripes, Chapter 7

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings:  noncon relationship, toxic relationship, sexual abuse, anal play, bondage, mentions of oral (m receiving), ball sucking/taint licking, implied rimming, implied anal sex. 

“A deal is a deal,” Max said simply, shrugging at his friend, “there’s no reason why he shouldn’t have fulfilled it.”

“I choose Sugar!” Max smiled, not bothering to look at any of the other men.  Everyone, including Max’s normal girl La La gave him a shocked look.

“Are you sure, Max?”

Max didn’t miss the pointed, angry tone from the other driver.

“I said her name for a reason, did I not, Valtteri?”

The older driver bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, “very well.  I choose La La.”

Max’s head snapped in the direction of the Mercedes driver, “What?”

“I choose La La,” Valtteri said again, this time shrugging his own shoulders, acting as though his decision was not a big deal.  La La didn’t move.  She stared helplessly at Max, silently begging him to not let this choice stand, “what?  Everyone knows that Sugar is normally my choice…but she’s not available.  So, I’ll simply move on.  La La.  Get your things.  I desperately need some release from tonight.”

“A-are you sure?” Lando asked once again, “I-I mean, I appreciate it more than you know, yes.  I jus-“

“A few of the girls have whispered about it, pal,” Max chuckled, nudging his friend, “we all heard about the secret little rendezvous during the break.”

Lando paled, “y-you have?”

“I get it.  You’re in love with her.  We can all see it.”

He paled even more, his throat tightening, “y-you can?”

But Max only placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Lando, if I place higher than Bottas I will certainly get you Sugar, alright?  And anyways…I remember what happened in Austria.  I’m grateful to you.”

“Of-Of course.  I mean, I already-“

“And I know what you did for Danny.”

Lando couldn’t help the sad smile that graced his lips, “y-yeah…”

“You’re a good man, and my friend…my brother…if I can help you, Lando, I will.”

“Thanks, Max.”

“Max?”

Max felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack. 

The choosing had occurred, and most of the guys had left to the hotels with their chosen women, but Max stood in the paddock, Sugar nervously standing beside him.

“Max?”

The young driver’s head snapped towards her. 

And suddenly he felt bad about regretting his choice.  His heart ached at the way she just naturally flinched at his sudden movement.

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize, Sugar.”

“Y-you can trade me back to Valtteri…I-I don’t want to make La la-“

“Sugar!”

Sugar stopped speaking when she saw Lando coming into the room.  Max watched as her eyes lit up, and began to get glassy.  He knew that he made the right choice in that moment, seeing another one of this friends so happy as his reaction met her own.

“Lando…”

The young driver rushed Sugar and swept her up in his arms.  Their lips met quickly, and she cupped his face as he lifted her off the ground.

Max couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous of the interaction between the pair.  Even while he cared for La La, he knew that he didn’t have that sort of relationship with her.  He stood, admiring how sweet they looked, so swept up in one another, until they broke their kiss.  He knew that his best friend Danny Ric had felt a similar way about one of the other motorsports girls, Sheila, and to see his other best friend finding his own happiness with another made him wonder if he’d ever find his own.   

A stray tear slipped down Sugar’s cheek, and Lando was quick to wipe it away, concern instantly lacing his features, “hey-hey…what’s wrong, Sugar?  I’m here, baby.  I-“

“I’m so sorry, my love,” she whispered to Lando.  She looked to Max, “Give me to Valtteri.”

Max frowned, seeing the heartbreak cross his friend’s features, “Wh-what?  Sugar, no.  Valtteri is manip-“

“I don’t want to be with him,” she said quickly, turning towards him once more.  She held his face in her hands and rested her forehead against his, “god, what I wouldn’t give to be with you, ten times over…but La La…sh-she’s not used to him.  Valtteri is going to try to prove a point because Max chose me.  He-“

“Max, you won’t trade her back, right?” Lando said quickly, cutting her off.  Max bit his lip, watching the pleading looks from both his friend and his friend’s love, “I-I picked La La for you in Austria.  I-“

“No…” Max said gently, “I-La La and I have a working relationship, and maybe it’s gotten a bit too comfortable…but I-I made a deal with you.  If Bottas wants to have a go at her…that’s well within his rights.  She doesn’t belong to anyone.  I made a deal with you, Lando.  I told you that if the time came that I could repay you for Austria, I would.  Well, it came…and I paid up.”

Lando breathed a sigh of relief, “Y-yeah…yeah.  You did…”

“We good?”

Lando nodded, holding his fist out to his friend, “we’re good, brother.”

Max bumped it, and quietly walked away from the couple his guilty conscience gnawing at his heart, knowing that his own favorite girl must be in her own version of hell, and it was all his fault.

Valtteri was beyond pissed. 

Sugar should have been here with him. 

She was all but his girl anyways. 

Sure he’d been a little stricter with her since the break…but that was only because he was aware of the fact that she snuck off while he was training for a few hours, only to spend time with another driver.

But Sugar was his.  They’d spent nearly a whole year with one another.  But instead, he had to settle on La La, when Max Verstappen had chosen her. 

And all to give her to Lando Norris.

“DID I SAY YOU COULD MOVE?”

La La flinched away from the driver as he shot her a look of disapproval. 

“I-I was jus-“

But her words were cut off as his hand fell on her throat. 

“You didn’t clean me up.” He said pointedly, his own gaze returning to his crotch.  He was still hard even after cumming, and while she had swallowed most of his load, some of it was dripping down his shaft and balls, and onto the couch.

“I-I jus-“

“Clean.  Me up.”

He released her neck and she fell back an inch, before lowering herself to his cock once more.  Valtteri spread his legs, giving her more access as he rewound the playback of the race.  His jaw twitched as he watched the overtake of where he lost out to Max. 

Beneath him, he could feel La La’s delicate hands as she cupped his balls and licked and suckled away the cum that had mixed with the sweat.  She whimpered as he spread his legs even more and she noticed the cum sitting atop the leather.

“All of it…”

“B-But you’re right there…”

“I’m aware of where I’m sitting, La La…”

She felt her stomach going into knots.  She leaned down a little more, and as her tongue slid out to get the last sticky droplets, he slid forward just enough so that her tongue came in contact with his taint.

La La fell back onto her ass, and the normally stoic man chuckled, “what’s wrong, La La?”

“Y-You moved!” she accused, “you made m-“

“I made you what?” he growled, suddenly turning his attitude from happy to angry, “what did I make you do, hmmm?”

“I-I-“

“I’m not making you do anything,” he growled, “you’re here because it’s your job…so if I want you to clean me up-“

“You made me lick your-“

“Again, I’m not making you do anything!” he pointed out with a shrug.  He spread his legs even more, allowing her to see all the way up to his puckered ring of muscle, “but I will say this…if you stay and fulfill your contract, I expect a certain level of pleasure…and right now, it’s this…”

“Y-you want me to do what, then?” she asked.

“I think you know what I want,” he smirked, his large hands splaying out over his thighs as he subtly gestured to the idea that he wanted to be rimmed, “are you going to fulfill your contract, La La?”

“I-I don’t-“

“You don’t what?”

She looked away from him, embarrassed to say that not only had she never been a giver of that type of pleasure, she wasn’t on the receiving end either.

“I’ve never…”

Valtteri licked his lips, a list of sinful brags appearing in his mind that he knew he could lord over Max and Lando, “oh?”

Before she could respond, he had grabbed her by the neck again and lifted her onto his lap.  She whimpered against his touch and how he pulled her hips tight against his.  He knew that in the morning there would be bruises, but he also didn’t care. 

“I’m going to show you so many things, La La…by the end of the week you won’t even recognize yourself.”

She whimpered again and his free hand wrapped around her waist and slid down to the top of her ass, “first things first…I’m going to show you what I like…and then, you’re going to repeat it on me…understood?”

A few tears worked their way into her eyes, and she nodded, “o-okay…”

He grunted, lifting her with himself, before unceremoniously walking over to the bed and tossing her on it, “all fours.”

She obeyed the command without a word but shied away from his hands when he attempted to spread her cheeks. 

She heard him growl from behind her and attempted to look, but the breath was forced out of her when he pushed her head and shoulders onto the bed and forced her legs apart.  She felt his body pressing against hers, his breath hot on her neck, “I was trying to be nice…you know…show you I can be a good guy…but if you’re just going to act difficult, then I’ll have to approach this differently.

She gasped when he moved suddenly.  The weight of him against her body was gone, but she was paralyzed by fear.  She didn’t even dare look up. 

Behind herself, she could hear some rustling around.  And while she was tempted, she closed her eyes and fought the tears that threatened to spill instead. 

Her head snapped in his direction, however, when she felt him grab one of her hands. He was quick to snap the cuff on her left hand and to the bedpost before she knew what was going on. 

“Wait!” she squealed, trying to fight the man as he repeated the actions with her right hand.  She tried to turn, but he dropped to his knees and started the process all over again, only this time with her feet, “What are you-hey stop that!  Stop!”

He shifted and finished it by securing her left food to the bed post. 

La La felt impossibly bare and vulnerable as her most intimate parts were spread for the driver.

“V-Valtteri, please…”

“You almost sound like my Sugar,” he mused with a smirk.  Her eyes went wide when she spotted a ball gag in his hand.  She immediately closed her mouth and his weight pressed against her once more.  She whimpered again as he pinched her nose closed, “almost…her voice wavers a little more when the cuffs come out…because when the cuffs come out, she knows she messed up…she knows she’s going to get broken.  But don’t you worry, sweetheart…I’ll get you there…one way or another.” 

The tears slipped from La La’s cheeks as she looked at the smug driver.  It was a waiting game that she knew she would lose as her lungs began to feel tight and heavy.  Her head began to feel like it was going to explode due to the lack of oxygen.  Her eyes watered even more as her body fought itself. 

But she couldn’t hold off for long.  The second her mouth opened, and she gulped in a huge breath of air, he let go of her nose but used his hands to fasten the ball gag to her mouth.  Her screams were muffled by the device, and Valtteri stepped back to admire his work. 

The naked woman was a whimpering mess. 

His cock twitched as he reached forward, groping at the globes of her ass.

“Now that you’re compliant…the real fun can begin,” he smiled, massaging the muscle.  He groaned as his hands spread her cheeks even more.  He spat on her puckered, virgin ring, and his hands slid towards it.  La La tried to shimmy away from his touch, but due to her restraints, she was limited.  Her balance got thrown off, and it pushed her face forward.  Her ass lifted ever so slightly from the misplaced balance and Valtteri took the opportunity to slip his thumb into her ass.  She squealed as he wiggled it around, “oh…we’re going to have so much fun this week, La La…”

Chapter 8

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | The Rain King (6x08)

Sheila had initially agreed to attend the high school reunion because she wanted to see how much everyone had changed over the past twenty years. Mostly, Sheila wanted everyone to see how much she had changed. Unfortunately, she didn’t anticipate she would end up running into the gymnasium bathroom, with the same old seafoam green tiling, trying her best to hold back tears as her heart threatened to beat out of her chest all because of a boy. 

In 1979, Holman’s encouraging voice was what coaxed her out of this room.

In 1999, his confession of love was what sent her in.

She couldn’t blame the redhead for being jealous, but enlisting Holman in her attempt to keep Agent Mulder for herself was downright mean. Her relationship with Holman was the most important and healthy relationship she’d ever had. She’d had fleeting thoughts of what it would be like to be with him romantically, but she’d always found a way to talk herself out of it. Her luck with men was always so bad, and he was too important to risk losing. Besides, he’d heard her drone on and on about her unsuccessful love life. There was no way he would ever want to get involved with her when she was such a mess. He was too smart to want to spend his life with someone as unstable as her. So now, hearing him say those words with such passion, knowing that it was all a ruse to keep her away from Agent Mulder, felt like a cruel, childish prank, and suddenly she felt like the insecure teenage girl who would cry over this very sink twenty years ago.

Sheila tried not to betray her hurt when the short woman rushed in and made up some lame excuse. Instead, she decided that, unlike when she was a teenager, she would stand up for herself.

“You love him, don’t you?”

Agent Scully obviously wasn’t expecting that Sheila would call her bluff. “What?” she whispered.

The agent was delusional if she thought she was doing a good job hiding her feelings these past few days. “You’re jealous because Agent Mulder and I have a special connection and you’re trying to divert me to Holman.”

Then, more composed than the first time, the woman repeated, “What?”

Sheila’s confidence faltered at the sincere look of confusion on Agent Scully’s face. “What do you mean ‘what’? I’ve seen how you look at him. I saw you fondling him in the motel parking lot.”

Agent Scully’s eyes widened as she vehemently shook her head. “I-I did not fondle Mulder.”

“Yes, you did. You were standing between his legs, running your fingers through his hair, and rubbing his muscles,” she countered. 

“I wasn’t-” she started, before weakly offering, “I’m a doctor. I was just making sure he wasn’t hurt.”

Turning to the mirror and fixing her hair, Sheila mumbled, “Yeah? Well, I’ve never seen Dr. Quinn look like she wanted to get it on with her patients.”

A heavy silence hung between them until Agent Scully spoke up. “Sheila, there’s nothing going on between me and Agent Mulder. We’re just friends… partners. That’s it.”

With a sigh, Sheila asked, “He’s handsome, charming, and respectful. You’re telling me you’re not attracted to a man like that?” 

If it wasn’t for the tiles amplifying the noise in the bathroom, Sheila probably wouldn’t have heard the agent reply: “I didn’t say that.”

Sheila turned to look at the woman and was struck by the look of discomfort on her face. This wasn’t a high school bully playing an elaborate prank to embarrass her, this was a woman confiding in a fellow woman in the safety of the ladies' room.

Agent Scully had the same look in her eye Holman did after she said she loved him too. What Sheila could now identify as resigned acceptance.

She wasn’t fooling Sheila though, “Have you told him you love him?”

Agent Scully licked her lips and made small adjustments to her pantsuit, as if her professional clothes being in place would help make her denial sound like the truth. “Our relationship has always remained platonic.”

“I’m sorry,” Sheila offered sincerely.

“For what?” Agent Scully asked with a furrowed brow.

“It must be hard spending so much time around someone you love and not being able to say how you really feel,” Sheila explained, her stomach churning as she remembered the look on Holman’s face when she ran to the bathroom.

The woman shook her head with a thoughtful smile. “I’m very happy with my friendship with Agent Mulder.”

“Happy with it or too scared to lose it?” Sheila asked, getting her answer when the agent’s smile faltered.

“I think it makes Holman sad,” Sheila sighed. “I didn’t realize how he felt, but now looking back… I feel like I’m seeing all of our interactions in a new light.”

“I think he just wants you to be happy,” Agent Scully replied, leaning her hip against one of the porcelain sinks. “He might be sad if his feelings aren’t reciprocated, but if your friendship is as strong as I think it is, you won’t lose him.”

“Is that advice for you or me?” Sheila asked.

Agent Scully just smiled and dropped her gaze to the floor.

“I really thought there was something between you two,” Sheila confessed. Then unable to hold back her curiosity, she pried, “Not even a kiss?” The agent shook her head, and Sheila felt bad the woman didn’t know what she was missing out on.

They didn’t get to stay in the restroom for much longer before they had to run back out to the gymnasium. Scully took off to find Mulder, and Sheila was left looking out into the darkness until a bolt of lightning illuminated the dancefloor, revealing Holman sitting with his head in his hands.

At that moment, she realized the switch had always been flicked. She just needed to open her eyes.

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@gaycrouton

[rebelangelwings]

Diaz Sister

Chapter 14: Fight or Flight. Or maybe Freeze?

Eddie stumbles onto a suspicious case that ends in tragedy.

"I come bearing cookies!" Allie called into Eddie's house, closing the door with her foot as her arms were filled with trays of baked goods.

Eddie had invited her and Buck round for dinner with him, Chris and Carla.

Buck rounded the corner, taking the tray from her, "ooo what kind?"

"Bobby sent me a recipe. White chocolate and cranberry shortcake," Allie revealed.

"Mmm, yes please!" Buck said with a hand to his stomach and throwing his head back.

Carla and Eddie sat atop Christopher's bed, whilst the boy added books and toys to a bag for donating. Eddie had explained to Allie via phone call earlier that afternoon the circumstances of a boy named Charlie and his mother that he and the 118 had helped on a call yesterday. Christopher, ever the heart of gold, was eager to donate what he could to Charlie, having spoken to him on FaceTime and formed a fast friendship.

Allie had also been touched by Eddie’s concern for the family, and sought out the Funding page he mentioned the mother collected donations from. She wasn't expecting to find what she did in her search.

"Hey, Buck? Come look at this for a second for me. Tell me I'm not crazy." Allie requested, tilting her laptop towards Buck.

He took a second to look over the page, eyes narrowing when Allie flipped to another similar funding page. "Is that..?"

"I think so. We need to tell Eddie."

"Tell Eddie what?" The man himself walked into the kitchen and pinched Buck's side in affection. He glanced over his sister's shoulder at her laptop.

"Eddie, I was going to donate to the page you mentioned but…I found some, let's say concerning, stuff. I think this lady might have been lying to you."

From there, Allie and Buck showed Eddie the proof of multiple funding pages, always depicting the same people, but with different names and in different states. Carla also joined then, sharing Allie’s concerns.

"There's also comments accusing the mother of making Charlie sick. Sounds like it could be a case of Munchausen by proxy," Allie suggested.

The next morning, after a sleepless night of worry and investigating into Sheila and Charlie's past, Eddie, Allie and Buck had a plan.

Allie had called in the suspicion to her mentor, explaining the situation. Her case was probably aided by her brother, a paramedic, bringing the case to them.

Allie and her mentor for the day were already on route to the apartment when Eddie received the distress call from Charlie. By the time the social workers arrived at the residents, sirens rang out close behind them and Allie whipped round to see the 136 and the 118 Battalion Chief vehicle screeching to a halt beside them.

"Eddie? Buck! What's going on? Is Charlie okay?" Allie called, running to catch up with the men.

Eddie called over his shoulder to both Allie and Captain Mehta of the 136, "sounds like the mum is having an overdose."

They all raced upstairs to the apartment, Eddie reaching the door first and going straight to the young boy. Allie and Lucy followed, trying to ascertain what the situation was. The paramedics worked on Sheila.

From what Charlie was saying, he had been aware of his mother dosing him with eye drops and gave her a taste of her own medicine, although in a much higher dosage.

Once Sheila was strapped to a gurney and transported to an ambulance, Charlie was also placed in an ambulance of his own, Eddie reassuring him that he would be safe and taken care of.

Allie was beckoned to the ambulance transporting Charlie, her role was to shadow her mentor, and so she was offered the passenger seat of the Ambo. Just as she bid her brother and Buck farewell, a loud noise perforated the block, causing Allie to jump. She turned around just in time to see Buck.

His white shirt was now mottled with red as if someone had flicked a paintbrush at him. What had done that?

She turned to her brother, not a meter away from her. He wasn't holding himself in his usual manner.

The sounds around her were garbled.

Her brother hit the tarmac. Hard.

The tarmac turned from black to burgundy.

Allie continued to stare.

Why wasn't anyone helping him? Why wasn't she helping him?

The next thing she registered was a force shoving her forward, something latched onto her arm, as she traveled towards Buck against her will and slammed into the ground. The sharp ring of metal clipping metal was close to her ears. Sparks flew from where Buck had been mere milliseconds before.

A body was on top of her. Unfamiliar. Her knees vaguely throbbed from colliding with the fire truck and ground with such force.

She could sense Buck near her. She wanted him. She was scared and he was covered in blood and she still couldn't register why.

Through the garbled sounds and her own heartbeat drumming white noise into her head, she registered the familiar voice of Buck close to her ear.

"I've got him, Allie. I'm gonna get him, it's going to be okay" Buck wasn't looking at her though, he was already leaving her side, rolling under the truck and towards…oh no.

Eddie.

She felt the bile rise in her throat. She blinked her eyes once, hoping the scene in front of her would disappear.

This could not be happening.

Eddie wasn't in a war zone anymore. He was a firefighter in LA; not exactly the safest job but he wasn't supposed to get shot at again.

No. This wasn't happening then.

Maybe Allie hit her head. Or fell asleep. Or ate a hallucinogenic substance - that had happened to the 118 before.

Allie was still staring at the mirage of her brother, his eyes looking through her until they rolled into the back of his head.

Buck was still screaming.

Something wrapped around her waist.

She'd never felt so heavy before, like all her muscles had been stretched out and snapped back into a floppy, useless mess. She was in the air briefly, unable to stop her arms from hanging limply in front of her and her head rolling slightly.

No.

She couldn't leave Eddie and Buck, even if this was a hallucination. She wanted to kick out and scream and return to her brother and best friend, but she couldn't force her arms or legs or even her head to move. Someone had bundled her into the truck.

For one moment she waited, and was then joined by a paramedic and Buck lifting a limp Eddie into the truck.

She registered her name, she thinks Buck must have called it, questioning her whereabouts. He turned to briefly look at her, but Allie couldn't take her eyes off the brother that laid prone, eyes barely open, and skin sickly pale. Allie thinks about all the colour leaking from his body onto that tarmac outside.

They're moving and the truck jolts, metal screeching against metal and she feels a brutal heat near the open doorway.

Buck is talking frantically, leaning over her brother.

"You hurt?" Eddie mumbles.

"No," Buck shakes his head frantically.

"Allie 'kay?"

"Yeah! She's okay Eddie, she's right here, safe and sound - just worried about you. So just hold on for us okay? Hold on, Eds, we're so close."

Allie saw Eddie register that she and Buck are safe, and then he passed out despite the desperate and watery pleas from Buck.

Again, Allie zoned out, unable to process her brother losing consciousness for what could very well be the final time.

Seconds or hours or weeks passed, and the truck stopped and there was movement but her vision was too blurry and she couldn't concentrate on anything.

She didn't know how long she had been crouched alone in the corner of the truck. She would have happily stayed there in all honestly - it felt like a shelter from reality. Allie knew on some level, that as soon as she stepped out of the truck, she would have to face the trauma of the day.

First to her was Buck.

"Allie?" He called to her in barely a whisper.

Buck approached her ever so cautiously with his hands palms up in front of him. Any other time, Allie would laugh at him treating her like a wild animal.

Maybe she did look like a wild animal, backed into a corner, eyes darting wildly but not fully seeing.

"Al, can you look at me please?" Maybe it was the way Buck sounded so utterly destroyed, but Allie did as he asked. "Thank you. Are you o- shit o-of course you're not okay. I mean, are…are you hurt?"

She continued to stare through him.

Buck reached out one of his own trembling hands to her similarly quivering hands.

A new voice appeared in the broken doorway behind her. She noticed Buck's attention divert from her, fresh tears welling in his eyes.

Allie was alone again although she could hear voices close by to her. She could feel herself focusing more.

"-bby, I don't know what happened. We-we were just on-on a call and then…then he… I-I couldn't" Allie could tell Buck was crying. She felt a pang in her chest, a pull to him. She doesn't like when Buck is sad. Help him.

"Hey, it's okay Buck, you did everything you could, and he's in good hands. He's still alive, okay? Focus on that. You kept him alive. You did good, Son."

"I can't - I can't get Allie out of the truck. She's gone catatonic, Cap. She saw all of it and shut down. I think I'm freaking her out with the b-blood on me." Buck continued.

"Okay, why don't you go find Chimney and get washed off in the bathroom, yeah? I'll stay with Allie, check her out for any injuries and we'll go from there."

Allie could only assume that Buck agreed, as the next moment, someone else was entering the truck with her, invading her bubble away from reality.

"Hey, Allie. It's Bobby. Mind if I keep you company until Buck gets back?" He offered it as a choice which she appreciated. Later, much later, she would think a lot about how much she appreciated Bobby Nash.

She didn't give any indication of consent or dismissal, so Bobby sat, cross legged in front of her. He strategically placed himself so that he blocked her view from the pool of blood left by her brother.

"How you holding up, Kiddo?" Bobby asked with so much empathy. He didn't expect an answer, but felt it was polite to make conversation anyway. "Would it be alright if I just touch your wrist? I just want to make sure you aren't hurt," he explained, moving slowly and looking at her. He received no response so continued to take her wrist into his hand and gently monitor her pulse.

It was wild. Completely opposite to her exterior appearance of stoicism. Her blood thrummed against Bobby's fingers and he imagined how it must be almost painful for her be in that state.

"Do you know if you were hurt?" He paused in case she wanted to answer, "did you maybe hit your head or collide with the truck? Captain Mehta said he gave you quite the tackle," Bobby let out a light chuckle that was clearly supposed to lighten the mood but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Alright, Kid, I'm pretty sure you can hear me and understand me so I'm going to fill you in; Eddie is alive. You understand me? Your brother is alive, and in surgery, and he is in the best hands. That's what we have to focus on right now. Athena is out there right now looking for the SOB that did this." Bobby explained in plain talk. "I'm just going to wipe your face and hand if that's okay with you?"

Allie was confused. Why did she need a wipe? She looked at the damp wipe that Bobby had just moved from her face, noticing crimson spots.

Had she got hurt and she didn't realise? She didn't feel pain and her face didn't hurt at Bobby's fussing.

Unless it wasn't - oh. Oh no.

Suddenly, it was like a jolt of electricity charged all her muscles into action.

She scrambled clumsily to her hands and knees, desperate to escape the truck now.

"Buck." Was all she could communicate to Bobby. He stopped her from falling head first out of the truck, instead helping her get to her feet on the ground. Buck was walking towards them, "Buck!" She screamed. He ran to her, eyes wide at her change.

Just as Buck got to Allie, she dropped to her knees, impact lessened with Bobby's quick reflexes, and she felt everything in her stomach rising, desperate for expulsion.

Her hair was gathered from her around her face, and a large warm hand rubbed soothing circles onto her back.

Eddie did that last time she was sick after her bender. Eddie always did that for her. Eddie always took care of her. Eddie. Eddie. Oh God, Eddie.

"Eddie, Eddie. Oh God. Oh God. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie." She didn't realise her internal monologue was coming out of her in breathless shrieks in between her vomiting onto the floor.

"It's okay. Get it up, get it out. Cry if you need to. We've got you." Bobby mumbled soothingly, directing the words to the pair of best friends. Buck was actively weeping with Allie now.

After several minutes where both Allie and Buck worked diligently to refine their breathing, Bobby offered a bottle of water he found in the truck to Allie. "Come on. Let me drive you both home."

Buck looked up at his father figure, "Bobby, I can't. I-I have to, we have to tell Christopher. He deserves to know why his dad isn’t coming home tonight."

Allie looked at Buck with wild eyes. Her heart broke all over again. Oh she hadn't even thought about precious Christopher, she was being so selfish. But the thought of telling him, talking about the incident, caused her chest to constrict and she puffed out, "Buck I…I don't think…I can't, Buck. I'm so sorry, I can't do it. I can't break his heart. Please. Please don't make me." She begged her friend and looked to Bobby for support.

Of course Buck wasn't going to force her. But he knew what he had to do.

Bobby, ever the problem-solver, stepped in, "why don't I drive you to Christopher, Buck, and Allie you can stay here and keep us all updated on Eddie's condition? You are his next of kin anyway, the hospital will be most willing to give you information."

"Okay," she answered in a small voice, nodding gratefully. Bobby was giving her a legitimate out to doing the task she dreaded and she was so thankful.

"I'll see you soon, okay? Update me the second you hear anything," Buck instructed Allie, helping her stand on her shaking legs.

"Of course. Give Chris the biggest hug for me." She gave her own instruction. Buck wrapped her in a bear hug that nearly had her breaking down all over again.

"Love you, Al."

"Love you too, Buckley," she mumbled into his fresh LAFD shirt. "Hey, uh…thank you." She tried to pack as much meaning into those two words as possible.

Thank you for saving my brother's life while I froze. Thank you for calming him when I couldn't. Thank you for being there for Eddie's son. Thank you for making my brother so happy. Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for being you.

Buck simply placed a kiss to her forehead and walked with Bobby in the direction of his car.

Allie spent another moment outside by herself. She practiced taking deep breaths of the fresh air and staring at the glass hospital door. Someone appeared from them. Someone familiar.

"Need any company?" Chimney approached Allie with a sympathetic smile.

Allie did want company as it happened, but she was pleased it was Chim that offered that companionship. He knew what it was like to have a brother in the hospital. It hadn't been long since his brother Albert had been in a brutal crash and rushed to hospital - on the day of his daughter's birth too.

Allie nodded her head, and took Chim's offered arms, still distrustful of her legs, and followed him into the hospital to begin an agonising wait.

[ariapmdeol]

For the fandom ask! Pick ur favorite current fandom! 💜

im gonna do witchs heart for this one bc i already did coe!! though tbf i have no idea whats going on over there at all im just chilling dsajlkjdsakl this is for gavi

My OTP: NOELCLAIRE,,, theyre so cute guys its adorable,,

My NOTP: ngl as with most fandoms i do not generally have a notp unless it's like genuinely weird so live your life besties

MY OT3: i think wil/ashe/siri is so funny. worsties real!!

A currently canon ship I’m okay with but don’t prefer: i dont think we have canon wh ships?

A ship that would only work in an AU but would be awesome: siriashe SORRY GAVI I DONT SEE IT WORKING IN CANON LMAO

A ship I’d like to see explored but not stick around: noelsiri! I think gavi brought up the idea of sirius having a one sided crush and i thought that was neat

A ship that may as well be canon: NOELCLAIRE

The ships I’d give my OTP pair if the other died: for noel: wilardo. for claire: sheila!

A crossover ship I’d dig: CLAIRE AND SHINANO THEY'D BE SILLY. also i think gavi drew alice yabusame and sirius and im so here for that

A ship that would work great in a Coffee Shop AU: siriashe specifically bc ashe would never call the right name for siri it would be silly

A ship that would work great in a sitcom AU: ALSO SIRIASHE IM SORRY I GOT PROPAGANDIZED. it's about the kismessitude

[thequeenofmyownscreen]

Sixteen things I noted about CR2E115 “Fetching Fables & Frosty Friends” and the Talks Machina about it :

Whyyyyy French again ??? At least I know Sam knows a little French, so I'm somehow less offended when it's him. But yeah at the of the ad, I felt this screenshot IN MY SOUL :

Matt, to Travis, about Beau who's running way ahead of Fjord : "She's a monk, she's faster than you." Travis, immediately and petulantly : "You don't know that !" Matt, not impressed, deadpan : "Yes. I do. It's on her character sheet."

I love Dagen so much. He tries to do a little bit of polite conversation, and Veth is like "Are you asking if anyone of us is single ?" and Jester doubles down with "Are you secretly in love with me ?", and then he calls them "colorful". He has worked with Vess and Ludinus before, so yeah that must be a change of pace for him.

Dagen, recalling the worst group he ever traveled with : "There was this rowdy bunch out of Syrinlya, Uthodurnian folk. Too boisterous. Too loud. When you're trying to make your way across landscape like this, you want to keep quiet. Just a bunch of fucking dwarves singing about what they had for breakfast, about what they had for lunch, tales of mysteries to the north ! They had beautiful voices, but they just wouldn't shut the fuck up. One day we got ambushed and they all got torn apart. I was the only survivor... I just feel bad for the poor halfling they dragged along." Me slowly realizing Matt is describing the first Hobbit movie : AMAZING !!

Caleb, 20 minutes after Veth and Jester started getting real with Dagen and are creating what I can only describe as an elaborate fan-fiction of Dagen and one of the travelers possibly named Sheila he might have fallen in love with - and named his axe after : "Hey, are we the worst ones yet ?" Dagen, through gritted teeth : "Gettin' real close..."

Laura looks so cute with her unicorn hoodie on.

Love that they knew they were messing with POWERFUL NECROTIC MAGIC, and that Liam pointed out that this kind of trap "pivoted the entire campaign one" (which to me was a clear indication that he wanted to do it, because this is Liam and he loves this kind of stuff). And still they went for it. For an hour. Man, did Caleb try. The last attempt, dramatically casting Dispel Magic while walking away, because he couldn't let it go, and still the stone rests, is an very funny visual.

Oh Beau read Yasha's poem ! Which was not a poem, but a wonderful letter. I love how Marisha was overjoyed as Ashley was reading it (as the voiceover).

Oh my god, the story of the Katzen Prince is everything. The revelation that Liam wrote that in a day, just before they were paying, is the cherry on top. Look, I fucking love fairy tales, and I had a book when I was young where it was all of the original versions (aka the dark endings, and even when it was a good ending for the hero, there were some brutal elements, like when birds pierce the eyes of Cinderella’s half-sisters at the end !!). So I LOVED this tale !!! It was sweet, melancholic, had a dream-like quality to it, and still a happy ending. I also want to see all of the art.

Awwww, I love when the monsters turn out not-so-monstery after all ! The Mighty Nein chose to be kind, even after they were ambushed, and so they got precious intel : finally, someone saw Lucien and his group, not but one day ago !!!

Travis broke. They invited the yetis to dinner in Caleb's tower, and they even read them a Zemnian bedtime story, and it broke Travis so much. This is so awesome. I love this visual of 4 yetis, being inside a magic tower, in a grand and warm hall, under tents for them to sleep like they usually do, surrounded by small cats and the Mighty Nein, listening to a man reading them a story in a language they don't know, and falling asleep in 5 minutes.

I trust Beau, Beau is always right and she should say it. And the way Marisha made her pitch was wholesome.

It's true, Brian is right to recall it, every time there is a Talks Machina with Liam and Taliesin, the vibe is "whatever the fuck is the opposite of toxic masculinity" - I think it's what he called it one time.

Dani is being tortured this episode, what will all the Fartist and chest hair re-growing stories.

Taliesin, about the pillar with the necromantic emerald : "I was amused. I could have possibly stayed a little longer... Until we had to resurrect someone !" HAHAHA the little shit (affectionate)

OH. Oh. This is the episode before the 2020 American election ? Aka, the Destiel Putin Election crazy night we had over here on Tumblr ??? IT'S SO CRAZY TO THINK ABOUT !!!

[tallmantall]

James Donaldson on Mental Health - Suicide deaths are at an all-time high throughout the U.S.

James Donaldson on Mental Health - Suicide deaths are at an all-time high throughout the U.S. by: Jake McGlumphy (WTRF) — There have been shock waves throughout the country after professional golfer Grayson Murray tragically took his own life this week at the young age of 30. The country has been seeing record numbers of suicide deaths over the past three years, but luckily, there are more resources now than ever before to help reduce those numbers. “It’s okay to not be okay” is a phrase that is being used more now than ever due to suicide deaths reaching an all-time high in the U.S. The CDC reported more than 49,000 suicide deaths in 2021 and 2022, and studies show that it could remain the same for 2023. Fortunately, in 2021, First Choice Services announced their 988 suicide crisis hotline, which is available for anyone at any time. First Choice Services representative Sheila Moran shares the issues they have been dealing with the most since they started the hotline.  “We end up hearing about whether it’s problems with romantic partners, parents or children, that tends to be one of the top things. We hear a lot about interpersonal problems, workplace problems, school problems, bullying problems, mental health problems in general, you’re feeling anxious, feeling depressed, day to day, that sort of thing. Thomas Fellows is an author who has written several self-help books, and he says it may not be easy, but reaching out for help is one of the first steps in reducing the record numbers.  “It’s important to reach out for support if you’re not feeling okay and you know, you might feel a little bit weird about telling somebody that you don’t feel okay. The 988 suicide hotline is now one of the easiest ways to access the kind of support needed when dealing with mental health problems but there are also plenty of organizations locally that are always willing to help.   “NAMI is another, we’re not a crisis hotline, but if you are looking for resources in the community you can always give us a call and we can connect you with mental health resources that are available in the community. Peer support is an individual who has gone through lived experience and maybe received additional education and certification. And so it’s a really awesome way to connect with somebody who has gone through something similar to you. #James Donaldson notes:Welcome to the “next chapter” of my life… being a voice and an advocate for #mentalhealthawarenessandsuicideprevention, especially pertaining to our younger generation of students and student-athletes.Getting men to speak up and reach out for help and assistance is one of my passions. Us men need to not suffer in silence or drown our sorrows in alcohol, hang out at bars and strip joints, or get involved with drug use.Having gone through a recent bout of #depression and #suicidalthoughts myself, I realize now, that I can make a huge difference in the lives of so many by sharing my story, and by sharing various resources I come across as I work in this space.  #http://bit.ly/JamesMentalHealthArticleFind out more about the work I do on my 501c3 non-profit foundationwebsite www.yourgiftoflife.org Order your copy of James Donaldson's latest book,#CelebratingYourGiftofLife: From The Verge of Suicide to a Life of Purpose and Joy www.celebratingyourgiftoflife.com Link for 40 Habits Signupbit.ly/40HabitsofMentalHealth If you'd like to follow and receive my daily blog in to your inbox, just click on it with Follow It. Here's the link https://follow.it/james-donaldson-s-standing-above-the-crowd-s-blog-a-view-from-above-on-things-that-make-the-world-go-round?action=followPub Fellows says when dealing with mental health struggles it is important to understand that what you’re going through is never permanent.   ”Being suicidal is the scariest thing because somebody is trying to kill you and that person is you and just know that whatever you’re going through is temporary.”  For more information on the 9-8-8 suicide crisis hotline and other mental health resources click here. Read the full article

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

curious who the most popular main WH character is, at least on here

[wgtdaytime]

Liam: Wh…what are you wearing?

Hope: It’s called lingerie.

Live reaction. Good on you Hope. Shut the door in Liam’s FACE

Like fr he could’ve texted or called about that damn sleeping bag. Had no problem dialing 1-800-petty when he called Steffy (international fees applied!!) to say Sheila was engaged to Deacon.

And now him and Brooke be conspiring…I know they’re plotting together. 🤦‍♂️ 🤦 🤦‍♀️

[sayonaradumbass]

It's adorable how ShoreLeave gushes about Wayfair-- and Al, of course, so confident they'd tie the knot finally. Throughout their entire relationship, Sheila had been spinning her top on the subject. But she'd been happy to prove part of herself wrong-

She'd be doing a spittake if this were a cartoon. She swallows hard, eyes wide.

"Wh-what?? What is-- why would you even...? Where the hell did that come from?"

“Disgusting. I hate that. Ugh.” He wrinkled his nose.

“When it does happen, because it will so help me, I’m registering us at Wayfair and only Wayfair. That website is magical, I’m never setting foot in an IKEA ever again. And the quality! None of it feels like cork board and the instructions aren’t in Swedish which is—“

ShoreLeave caught sight of something about his friend, his face suddenly serious. “Are you pregnant?”

[a-group-of-misfits]

“Who hurt you?” ((Sheila))

The hybrid hadn't expected to bump into the same woman she had run into a few other times, each time the chimera would quickly make herself scarce when she had the chance.

Sheila froze at the sound of the woman's voice, the question putting her on edge instantly.

"Wh-what do yo-you me-mean?" she stuttered out as her hands opened and closed, she honestly wasn't sure if the woman was asking about physical or mental damage.