#whhyyyyy is he looking at her like this!!!!

[dwreader]

im scared for my princess

[huskynotwolf]

The Standard Morning — Xisuma

This is a piece of writing from W&H. It is completely unrelated to the original story and is just some kind of side story.

I growled. Being the CEO of the Hunters is hard. Especially when your room is right next to Pearl’s.

I woke up at five to her screaming and kicking at the already-destroyed wall between our rooms. Scott huddled in a corner, with earmuffs on and his pillow over his head.

Then, knowing I could never get back to my bed properly with 5am Pearl banging at the the wall, I climb out of bed (steps on several splinters) and stagger out into the hall.

Usually, it would be empty. But today, I saw Joel and Etho outside Lizzie’s room, muttering. I ignored them and went down to mess, where I make breakfast for everyone.

Somehow, the first one to wake (besides Pearl) would be Katherine. She says she enjoys watching the sunrise so she gets up at freaking four to go out and catch the light. The mess was empty apart from Anadil chewing on a peanut butter sandwich on the beams on the ceiling, who was simultaneously trying to repair a leak in the roof.

I went to the kitchen and began the usual routine: cook everyone’s breakfast, then prepare their lunch. My whole job is to just look after them. (I like that; that’s the whole reason I applied)

I was prepping Grian’s food when Scott staggered over at the counter. “Pearl’s driving me crazy. I need a rest.” He was, as usual, sleep-deprived and annoyed. I looked up from the plate. “You can always crash Tango and Jimmy’s room.” I said. I knew that Jimmy and Scott were pretty close, so it would make sense.

“Well, the earmuffs Gem gave me worked, at least.” Scott twirled the earmuffs with his fingers. I sighed and continued. “Yours is over there,” I said, pointing to the counter. He nodded in thanks and walked off, occasionally stumbling.

Then there was a screech and Anadil fell off the roof. She crashed into the benches, crawled to safety before half of the entire roof came crashing down. Scott squeaked and ran. On top of the rubble, Joey dusted himself and shook out his parrot wings, growling and cursing. “Fwhip!” He screeched. Anadil clawed her way out of the mess and ran off.

I dropped what I was doing and ran out to see the damage and mess. “Whhyyyyy.” I stared. Then Fwhip glided down and landed proudly on the rubble. Joey shoved him and he landed on his butt. “Hey!” He yelled, trying to tackle the avian. He kicked him in the face and stormed off. “You broke the window again!” He screamed.

I sighed, set the remainders of my friends (all of ‘em) breakfast out in the counter and went off to check on everyone. According to Joey, Fwhip had dropped him on the roof by throwing him out while he was asleep. When I asked if he’d willing to change rooms, he refused.

It was noisier at seven, because everyone’s up and running. I learned that in the past two hours, they had taken down a wall of the main hall (for fun, they said), blew up a tree and shot it into someone’s (later confirmed Cub’s) room for revenge, punched a hole in one of the doors (how) and had started a debate between Impulse and Bdubs on the subject “is Bdubs as tall as a 12 year old child or a 85 year old granny”.

Yup. And that’s my standard, extremely normal morning. (Also I’m giving Fwhip a spanking. Anadil took a whole week repairing that roof)

[bexfangirlforlife]

911 episode 80 (6×02) first watch notes:

I'm sick, but on the uphill side of it so I hope I'll have enough attention to watch a couple of eps and make some notes ;)

Oh right we ended with Athena's parents. It's been more than a week so took me a bit to remember

Is there like a corpse or a tunnel under his garden?

Did he put mines or something?

Whhyyyyy??? Why do they need a tunnel? Why not use the front door??? Can't you enable the cameras? Or her going over to his?

How is he so surprised that he might get arrested for this???

Why did they do that with the popcorn? So wasteful... and they know she gotta learn

Ugh Athena's mother is so exhausting

I know I know old people often get like that, but that doesn't make her less exhausting. Especially to watch as a character

Two of these three look very familiar

They really don't always be this graphic with these bone kinda things

Buck always having it with the old guys reflecting on their lives

That sandwich looks really good.

I can't stop thinking about making a sandwich now

They found a corpse. Which is funny since that is what I thought would happen at the start with the garden

Oh holy shit...

...Are they really gonna... is this really gonna be that story they've been talking about a couple of times when Athena talked about her motivations to become a cop...? Or are they just trying to trick is into thinking that?

Oooo this is interesting 🧐

[dragonmasterkaylz]

Lucifer’s Eldest Daughter Headcannons

In terms of personality, she’s a lot like Rarity from MLP. She’s got the perfect personality of a Princess, but she’s also very generous and kind.

In terms of appearance, she looks more like Lilith with her eyes and skin. She has blonde hair, but is shorter than Charlie, despite being older.

She was born in the Garden of Eden and Lucifer was still an Archangel at the time, so she has six beautiful wings, but also a Demons tail, as well as long horns like Lilith has.

She supports Charlie and her idea Hotel, but she also looks after her Father, as well as also being a fashionista and running her rival boutique. Her rival being Velvette and the two clash heads a lot.

By the way… she uses her ‘Royal Voice’ when she gets angry:

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!!!”

“Yes! But, I simply don’t give a shit!!!”

“HOW DARE YOU SPOUT SUCH LANGUAGE IN MY PRESENCE?!!! GET OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT!!!”

She can very dramatic and will use her magic to bring in a sofa, for her very dramatic fall… and it doesn’t matter where she is.

She always makes sure to dress perfectly every single day… even when there’s a fight going on. The last thing she needs is to look untidy!

She even took the liberty of making her Father’s clothes when she finally got the hang of sewing. He adores every outfit she’s made for him. She even did the same for Charlie, who also loves her outfits, but wants to save them for the perfect occasion. And her sister adores that about her.

She keeps her hair in curly at all times and the one time she couldn’t find her hair curler… she… well… had a ‘teeny-tiny’ panic attack.

“WHHYYYYY?!!! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?!!!”

Lucifer ran into her daughter’s room and found her lying on the bed, crying her eyes out, as mascara ran down her face. “Are you okay, sweetheart?!”

“No, Father!!! I am not!!! I can’t find my hair curler!!! And without it… I’m… OHHHHH!!! WHHHYYY ME?!!!”

Lucifer hummed and then smiled before sitting her up. “W-What…? What are you— oh!” He used his own magic to tie her hair into a ponytail before curling the ends of her hair. Then he placed a duck hair clip into her hair. “Wow~!” “I know it’s not as great as… what a hair curler does, but it’s something… right?”

“Oh, Father…! IT’S PERFECT!!! And I have the perfect outfit to go with it!!! Thank you so much!!! You’re the best Dad in all of Hell!!!”

“Oh?! R-Really…? Well… thank you”.

She understands that her Father’s depressed, so she does everything she can to cheer him up. As far as going on to make a brand new clothing line with his name on it, and which was covered in both apples and ducks. She may look a lot more like Lilith, but she’s definitely a Daddy’s Girl.

Mini Story:

“Where is she?!”, Angeldust asked.

The Hotel doors opened and Charlie’s sister walked out wearing a war outfit, as well as her crown. That’s when she said, “I apologise for my tardiness…”.

“Now… TIME TO DESTROY SOME ANGELS!!!”

Husk then said, “Wow. Can’t even cuss in this kind of situation”. “Oh hush! I have my Pride!” She stood next to Charlie and watched as the portal opened up.

Later…

“AHHHHHH!!!”

“Oh no…!!!”

She looked at her outfit and saw that it was torn. Her eyes went red, her horns came out, along with her tail. “I’LL FUCK YOU ALL UP MYSELF FOR THIS!!!”, she screamed before flying around the Exorcists and tearing them apart with her scythe. “Honestly…!”

“NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY APPRECIATION FOR FASHION!!! I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I SPENT ALL OF LAST NIGHT MAKING EVERYONE’S OUTFITS FOR THIS BATTLE!!! YOU WILL ALL FUCKING PAY!!!”

“Whatever gets her motivated…!”, Charlie said with a slight smile. Then she gasped as one of Adam’s bolts headed straight for her. But her sister blocked it just before saying, “Seriously…? You’re such a pest…! You will NOT lay one finger on my sister, you bastard!!!”

Let’s just say, after the battle, she washed her own mouth out with soap and vowed never to swear again (which didn’t last long).

Hope you enjoyed this~!!!

[fairymime]

'dont ask' uh. asking.

whhyyyyy did your mawile bite the maths teacher???

-@averagewatertypetrainer

okay I was with coconut milk in maths. he's trained with support commands, very polite, he is not the problem of this story.

Class ends, I bring out meanwhile so it can get some fresh air, pick it up in my arms and carry it around like a totodile mouthed toddler. I go to leave the class. . .

when Ms. Tyme asks me what that pokémon is and comes closer to it. Such a charming little dude would attract, attention of course.

Which, fair, it's not very famous aside from its mega evolution in tournaments and that's very different-looking.

I tell her that This is a Mawile and it's a bit Agressive and maybe she shouldn't stand so close.

she reaches out to touch it . i go 'no really he might bite y

* chomp *

the silence in the room was deafening. at least it was the front mouth, I mean

she wasn't that mad since I told her but Did send me to Clavell so they could call in an 'incident' to the youth ace trainer league with one of my registered pokémon.

meanwhile is on probation and I have to train it to ambassador standards till the end of the year or only take it out in battle or I might have it taken away for release.

[bopbopstyles]

hi we've never met before but could you do a soft or fluffy blurb for elevated surfaces about harry finding her in the library and annoying her bc he bored but when she really starts to get frustrated with him, he tries to make it up to her?

TENDER I LOVE (read ELEVATED SURFACES here)

Movement across from you made your eyes pop up from the essay you were writing, to find Harry sitting across from you, filling the empty seat at your table. He was in a sweatshirt from Beta’s exec retreat the previous year, a Carhart beanie on his head, long hair dusting his shoulders. 

“Hi you,” he said, softly as to not raise the attention of others around you, but Harry was incapable of staying quiet and you get some glares. 

“Hi,” you replied, taking out an airpod so you could hear him better. “Thought you were upstairs in a study room with ‘the boys’?” You used airquotes and it made him roll his eyes at you. 

“They won’t shut up. Can’t focus, so thought I’d come and find you.”

“Figures.” You nodded at his backpack, which sat on the table unzipped. “Bring me any of the snacks?” That was whole reason Harry studied with them--one of the exec members bought snacks and left them in the room, which meant everyone did a whole lot more eating and talking shit than studying. You knew because one time you’d gone with Harry, only to leave twenty minutes in because they wouldn’t shut up about that week’s episode of the Bachelor and how stupid Peter was. 

Harry grabbed a bag of pretzels from his bag that’s half empty and slid it over to you. You grinned, snatch the bag and put back in your earbuds, munching on pretzels as you scroll back through what you have written. Meanwhile, Harry set up his stuff, grabbing books for his readings and opening his computer across from you. 

About an half hour went by before you got a message notification on your computer, pulling you out of the paragraph you were writing. 

Harry: i’m boreedddd

You: get over it

Harry: how much more do you have left?

You: four pages

Harry: want to finish them in my room?

You: no

Harry: but whhyyyyy

You: because we won’t end up doing any work and i really need to get this done

Harry: you’re no fun

You: i’d like to remind you of champagne shackles, mister

Harry: fine you’re fun sometimes

You: i’m going back to my essay.  stop annoying me or i’m going to text the boys to come pick u up

Harry: rude

But he stopped texting you, and you dove back into your Word document, flipping between your notes and the document. 

Twenty minutes later, you felt a poke on your hand, which was drumming against the table top as you re-read the paragraph you’d just written. You looked up and saw Harry’s mischievous grin, a pen he was using to make notes on his readings tapping against your skin. You rolled your eyes and pulled your hand away, not giving him the pleasure of distracting you further. 

Then he kicked your shins under the table, not hard but enough to where you shot him a death glare over the top of your computer. When he did it again, you kicked him back, taking pleasure in the wince that ran across his features. 

When he started taking Snapchat videos of you, zooming in on you with different filters on and bombarding your phone with them, that was when you were officially done with his antics. You saved your document, shut your computer, and stood up, packing your bag quickly. Harry frowned before following your lead, shoving his belongings into his backpack. 

“I’m moving seats and you’re staying here,” you told him though. 

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed. “What? Why?”

“Because you’re being an annoying piece of shit. I’ve got an essay to finish and you can’t help but distract me.”

You turned away to walk away from him, but his hand around your wrist stopped you. He leaned in close to your ear and your heartbeat quickened, despite your frustration. “I’m sorry - I’ll make it up you, promise.”

“How?” You asked, intrigued by the proposition. The close proximity of his body to yours had you forgetting about your essay and Harry knew he had you where he wanted. 

“Was thinking your bed, so we don’t get interrupted, and some ice cream after? I’ll even edit your essay for you.”

Unfortunately, he knew the way to your heart. “Fine. But I get to pick the flavor and you’re paying.”

He chuckled before following you out of the library, smiling at your shirt--it being one of his that you’d picked up off the floor the other night and worn home. You had half of his shirts at this point, constantly texting you to ask if you had this shirt or that one, but he didn’t mind in the least. He loved seeing you in his clothes, almost as much as he loved your annoyed eye rolls when he bothered you, which was frequently. 

[sunflowerhae]

->You’re Mesmerized Bonus

please read this first!

songs • Butterfly’s Repose- Zabawa

•your group had a tradition (when didnt u) of having one big sleepover once a month

•u would transition between each persons house, and it made it even longer with three new members in ur group

•but this month it was ur house

•and when y’all went to your house

•y’all knew a death game of karaoke had to be involved

•it was simple, u put all of ur names into a hat, and then pull out how ever many names y’all want,

•okay say u pulled out two

•and then the two ppl had to agree on one song to duet together in 5-10 seconds

•if they agreed in 1-5 seconds, they didn’t have to do anything

•if they agreed in 6-10 seconds, they had to take two shots

•if they agreed in 11 seconds of more, they had to do a dare given to them by the rest of the ppl

•after they sang the song ofc

•if they didn’t do the dare, then they had to answer two truths, as well as take four shots

•whoever is the drunkest by the end of the night has to sing a solo song chosen by the rest of the group as the closer for the game

•(bruh i just came up w that on the spot i am SO SMART)

•(lmk if u play it and how it goes hahah)

•tonight was a special night for one(1) reason

•haechan had finally agreed to bring Jane to an event

•she didn’t hang out w u guys during lunch, having her own friend group, but she did sometimes come over

•but haechan had yet to invite her to one of ur groups many outings

•”whhyyyyy we need another girl in the group” -u and heather

•”you bitches are barely girls, ur like crazy rats” -haechan

•”crazy beautiful rats!” -renjun, enforced by jeno

•so he finally brought her

•so by COINCIDENCE, u, heather, AND jane had all been picked

•and oh my god

•ur minds are deadass on the same wavelengths cause

•it took u only 3(three) seconds to figure it out

•you: bruh, banana allergy monkey by OH MY GIRL BANHANA

•heather: why was i thinking the same thing

•jane: okay but,,,same

•y’all still took a shot doe

•but you were all cutely singing and doing the dance moves

•u turned during the dance break part, just to see renjun laughing at you with literal hearts in his eyes

•he had asked u to be his gf FINALLY two months prior

•and y’all had yet to say the L word

•that doesn’t stop you from thinkin it doe

•honestly, you were being a bit,,

•okay,, you were scared

•bc. what if a new heather came along and stole him from u?

•what if you died alone?

•what if he didn’t love u and broke up w you bc he could never love u?

•i mean, to be fair you knew he really liked u

•u had found his..many..notebooks filled w you

•when you confronted him abt it

•he begrudgingly admitted that he had had a crush on u since freshman year

•you didn’t even know he had biology w you, too busy being excited that you shared the class with Haechan

•but when u turned and looked at renjun laughing

•you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by it

•you’re next part came in, and the girls called for you, but you werent singing

•all you could do was stand there and stare at renjun

•you didn’t even notice you had started crying, until renjun’s look of love turned into one of worry, and he got up and practically ran to your side before putting his hands on ur cheek and wiping away ur tears

•”baby what’s wrong?”

•u set down the microphone in ur hand, and took renjun’s hand in yours before leading outside to your backyard

•u didn’t waste any time

•once you got to an area where u knew ur friends couldn’t see u

•you kissed renjun w literally sm force

•y’all had kissed before, this wasn’t new

•what was new was what u said after

•”i love you, renjun. i was scared to say it for a while, but looking at you in there, i realized i’m not scared anymore. i’m not scared to love you.”

•renjun was

•crying

•he was crying

•oh fuck

•it was your turn to wipe his tears away as you held each other in your arms

•”i love you too. i love you so much.”

[rwbyvein]

War of the Roses: A Rock on a Windswept Shore

Jaune walked towards the Usra in front of him. Weiss stepped to his right while a collection of red rose petals flew off to the left. Jaune easily dodged the swipe from the Ursa, and with a single stroke took it's head. Weiss thrusted with her rapier, striking a second. A line of ice, as a wave, erupted from the Ursa's shoulder as Weiss spun out of the way from his clumsy attack. Ruby's scythe cut the head off a third.

* * *

JRW stood with a field of dead Ursa behind them.

Jaune: Let's make sure we get all of them.

Weiss: Just rest your little head.

Weiss: *runs off to the right*

Ruby: *flies off to the left*

Jaune: *plants his greatsword into the ground and slumps on top of it*

* * *

Jaune: *turns as one of the Ursas behind him moves*

Jaune: *draws his greatsword and walks towards it*

* * *

Ruby: *lands beside Jaune*

Weiss: *runs up*

Jaune: 35 head.

Weiss: 2 more.

Ruby: I got 3.

Jaune: 40 Ursas. That has to be a nice bounty. Weiss?

Weiss: Hun?

Jaune: There was a nice hotel in town, wasn't there?

Weiss: Nicer than the ones we've been to, lately.

Jaune: Let's get a suite, and have a nice evening dancing.

Ruby: Does this mean I have to wear lady stilts?

Jaune: You have gotten much better.

Ruby: Maybe. Not as good as Weiss.

Weiss: That just means you need more practice.

Jaune: *pulls Ruby in*

Jaune: How about this, all next week?

Ruby: Why do you do this to me?

Jaune: *kisses her on the top of her head*

Jaune: Because all three of us enjoy it.

Ruby: Whhyyyyy?

Jaune: *once again kisses her on the top of the head*

Weiss: *slips in under Jaune's other arm*

Weiss: *looks at Ruby with a wicked smile*

Ruby: *blushes and looks away*

Jaune: Every day with you girls is better than the last.

Weiss: You're sure? I mean, it's not like we get out all that often.

Jaune: When I have you girls, why would I want to leave?

Weiss: You can always take us with you.

Jaune: I always take you with me.

Jaune: *kisses Weiss on the top of the head*

Jaune: Any regrets?

Weiss: Perhaps the first thing in my life I don't.

Jaune: You don't miss it?

Weiss: The room so large it's lonely? The mansion so large it's lonely? Everything I do has to be the proper way?

Jaune: *grabs her ass*

Weiss: *jumps foward for a moment before pushing back into it*

Jaune: Everything you do is still proper. Even when...

Weiss: Don't say it.

Jaune: Why not?

Weiss: If you do, I won't want to do anything else. And we were going out dancing.

Ruby: IN LADY STILTS! I WILL MASTER YOU!

Jaune: *grabs Ruby's ass, enjoying such a wonderful sensation in each hand*

Jaune: Alright, let's get you ladies dolled up.

Weiss: Have to be beautiful for our honey.

Jaune: *kisses her on the top of her head*

Jaune: You are always beautiful.

Weiss: Why thank you.

Jaune: Doesn't mean I don't appreciate the effort you put into it. Both of you.

Ruby: I'm not as good as Weiss is. But I am learning.

Jaune: One of the reasons every day is better than the last.

Weiss: Oh, you.

* * *

Jaune: *lays resting on a couch in a hotel suite*

Bedroom Door: *opens*

Weiss and Ruby: *walk out in elegant gowns*

Jaune: *sits up*

Jaune: Only a little wobbly.

Ruby: I WILL MASTER LADY STILTS!

Weiss: You used to hate them.

Ruby: Well, yeah, back then I wasn't wearing them for Jaune. Now I have a reason to MASTER LADY STILTS.

Jaune: *stands up*

Jaune: *pulls off his breastplate and puts it on the ground*

Jaune: *quickly ties his tie*

Jaune: *picks up his heavy suit jacket from the couch, a suit jacket lined with metal plates as if it were brigandine*

Jaune: *slips into the jacket; adjusts his tie*

Jaune: Shall we?

Jaune: *holds his arms open*

Ruby and Weiss: *walk into his arms*

* * *

Jaune: *pulls a collapsed Crocea Mors from his suit jacket and hands it to the bouncer*

Ruby: *pulls Crescent Rose from her hip and hands it to the bouncer*

Weiss: *pulls Myrenaster in it's sheath from it's frog and hands it to the bouncer*

* * *

Ruby: *energetic dancing*

Weiss: *elegant dancing*

Jaune: *attempted dancing*

Weiss: *blushing, trying to look away*

Jaune: *steps up until he's towering over her*

Jaune (whispering): Embarassed by little old me?

Weiss (whispering): You are hardly little.

Jaune (whispering): You lasted longer than you did last time.

Weiss (whispering): Let's... let's... let's go...

Jaune: Ruby.

Ruby: She's getting better.

* * *

Jaune, Weiss, and Ruby: *walking down the street at night*

Jaune: Still embarassed by my dancing.

Weiss: Most of what we do is away from prying eyes. It's reminds me of what I used to be.

Ruby: I thought you hated being a heiress?

Weiss: I did.

Ruby: But you looked like you had fun.

Jaune: Oh, she had fun.

Weiss: Still... the way you flaunt me in public...

Jaune: What else would I do...

Weiss: Don't say it.

Jaune: ...with a Schnee on my arm.

Weiss: *shutters*

Ruby: And what about me?

Jaune: You also have a Schnee on your arm.

Weiss: *leans forward as her blush fills her full face*

Weiss: How much longer do I have to?..

Jaune: We're here.

Weiss: *immediately stands to attention*

[imagodwithnodess]

Moving-Park Jisung

Genre: fluff

word count:1,600

Whhyyyyy!!???. You thought as you look at your dirty room. Today you have to pack to move out of your room. You currently live with your aunt as you wanted to go to an American boarding school In Korea, but your sister and her husband recently moved to Korea so you and she decided that It would be best for you to move In with her. As you all know each other better, and you missed each other dearly. You sit and look at your room and wonder how you are going to stay level-headed through this process. You call the only person you know that can help you through such a stressful sItuatIon.

(M=mark lee

Y=you)

Y: heeeeeey

M:.....what do you want

Y: I can't just text my best friend to check and see how he's doIng????? I'm Insulted!

M: 1. No...no you can't 2….well what do you need!

Y: ok so I need a strong man (or men) to help me with my room

M: your room? You're literally stronger then half the boys…..also that sounds more like you need help with organIzatIon...not strength.

Y: but maaaark

M: just…….text him already

Y: ok but no….we are playing a game. Whoever texts or calls fIrst loses….I ain't no loser.

M: call hIm...bye

Y: you're the worst

M: call your boyfriend!!!

Y: fIne!!!

You close your textIng app and go Into your call logs and begrudgIngly hIt the phone Icon.

“Heelloooo”

“Shut up”

“I knew you would call me today”

“Shut up,I know I didn't want to….but I realIzed I have too”

“ so babe what do you need?”

“I'm movIng today and I need help keeping a level head”

“Fear not my lady for I will help you”

“.........”

“.......”

“you are so lame omg haha”

“Ok but so are you so...ok I’ll be there In 10”

“Ok, love you bye”

“ yeah whatever I love you too bye”

You put away your phone and start a prIorIty lIst with what you need to deal with.

10 or 15 minutes later you hear a knock on your room door, “Come In!” you say towards the door. JIsung leans In “someone order a mental paperweIght??” he says making you laugh as you turn around and get off your seat and walk towards him “hello love,” you say as you kiss him. “ hI babe,” he says after you finished your kIss. “So! I have a list of things we need to do...so let's do them” “wow I have never seen you like this” he says as you walk away from the list and he picks It up to read It. “Like what?” you say as you start to pack up your bed set “ so effIcIent, so organized,” he says as he walks over to help you. “Well, I guess there has never been a need for It” you say as you shrug your shoulders “yeah I guess not,” he says slowing down on the last couple words.

You 2 work hard to get your room all packed up…..well 1 of you anyways. If you took a tImelapse of that day It would consist of:

You running around like a mother that's kids were down for a nap and she only had 30 minutes to clean the entire house

jIsung sIttIng and gettIng up every now and then

You guys dancing to music that we put on the speaker

Your aunt peakIng In the room sometImes

You guys pIllow fIghtIng, and clothes fIghtIng, and wrestlIng

And you guys face timing dIfferent people like your family, you guy’s friends, and of course the boys at the dorms

“Hey, babe you need help with that” jIsung asked you as he saw you about to pick up a chair/reclIner “nah I got It” you say with a smile that melts his heart. You pick the chaIr up with eas and take It to the living room. JIsung Is left dumbfounded In the room, as you come back Into the room he asks “ have you always been that strang?”, you laugh and nod your head yes “ yea, but I like seeing you be all gentlemen like and manly so I let you pick things up for me” you say as your working on packIng up your closet “huh” JIsung said as he got up to help.

2 hours had passed since the chaIr. “Im hungryyy” you said layIng on the bed”    “well do you guys have any food?” jIsung says layIng on the bed next to you proppIng himself up on his elbow “nah aunt ray hasn't gone shopping this week” you say as you turn over “well….thats all my Ideas out the window” you chuckle at how easily he gives up “oh! Oh!” you say getting excIted searching for something “ what gIrl? what Is It!?” he says like your a dog trying to tell hIm someone Is stuck In a well. You find your phone and look at hIm” pizza!!!” you say as you dive on him from the floor. You both laugh and you lay there for about 10 minutes not realIzIng what you set out to do.

You remember the pizza call the pizza place. JIsung has never heard you talk to a place of business so he sits up and sees how you handle It. “Your staring at me” you say as the phone Is rIngIng “sshh order the pizza” he says wavIng his hand In a ‘shoo’ motIon. You were about to speak when someone answers the phone. All jIsung here's Is you talk In your professIonal voIce. “Hi can I get one large cheese pizza please” you say In a voice jIsung does not recognIze. After you get off the phone jIsung Is starIng lovIngly at you “what?” you say laughing through your words.

“You just...contInue to surprise me” he says smIlIng. You blush slightly even tho you can't really see It consIderIng your complexIon. You both ate as soon as the food got there. You then packed up the last of your stuff and sat down on jisungs lap In the one seat left In the room and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you for helping me today love” you say as you nestle yourself deeper In his arms “no problem baby,” he says then kisses you on the top of your head.

As he is about to leave he looks at you “ babe I want to tell you something” “yees??” then he walks back over to you and grabs your hands. He then says something that you will never forget “Y/f/n y/l/n I love you so much, I know we haven't been together very long but I feel like I learn something new about you that makes me fall more In love with you every day” he says then kisses your forehead and stares into your eyes. You were dumbfounded at how sweet and loving this state Is and how It came out of nowhere. “ I honestly don't know what to say other then I love you too babe, more then.. A Lot of things...maybe even more than pizza” you say the word pizza In the most dramatic way you can think of “whaaaaaat????” he says being as dramatic as you. You laugh and contInue to sIt there until he has to leave.

He gets In his car driving off and honkIng as a goodbye from the car. You wave from the doorstep then go back In the house when you can no longer see him. You run Into your almost empty room and laid there think about how lucky you are. As your sister calls “haay giirl” she says “so how was your day with boo??” “omg I can't even right now” as you start your story about how much you love your boyfriend.

Jisungs pov

I get to the dorms and am greeted by all of my bandmates in the living room. I guess since it's our day off they all decided to come to the dream dorm. “Hi hyungs,” i say taking my shoes off at the door. I hear alot of sounds and i assume it's because i was just at y/n’s “i'm sorry” i say being confused but still wanting to be polite. “Soo, how was the girlfriend?” Lucas says i start to blush just thinking about her “i know that face, come here and tell us all about it” teayong says. I sit on the couch and start to talk about her. Hyungs have only met jahrra about 5 times, shes really shy around newer people, so shes only just been coming out of her shell the last 2 times. So they know her just not nearly as much i do.

I didn't realize it but as i talk about her more and more they got more intrigued and slowly but surely they were all listening and looking at me “shes just, perfect, everyone has there flaws but hers pail in comparison to everything else about her.” i finish finally zoning back in “AAHHH! Our little maknea is in love!” yuta says “it sounds like you got it bad too” mark says “i guess i do” i say as they al start making fun of me (in the fun older brother way)

y/n pov

“dang sis you got It bad,” she says laughing at how her little sister fell In love “yeah….I guess I do”. you didn't realize how whipped you too were for each other till right now. LIttle do you know jIsung was realized the same thing at the dorms. You 2? Truly, t r u l y In love.

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Black Sails first watch

4x06

☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠☠ 9/10

The moral of the episode: Dont’ go to war, it will fuck up everything. This ep gave us a bit of everything, including--if you squint really hard--tiny moments of humor, courtesy of Jack Rackham. Lots of swearing under the cut.

Ok the opening: Ugh there’s my poor bosun…oh shit Silver’s giving him to the slaves! They’re gonna kill…ok nevermind he has to be kept alive, whew.

Madi and Eleanor having a heart to heart-without looking at each other lol. And ooh dayum Madi just burned Eleanor with Mr. Scott not trusting her, ouch. Not that I feel at all for Eleanor but still

Lol @ Jack @ Flint and Eleanor: I’m going to kill one or the both of you. Eleanor and Flint: um, uh huh, sure, let’s be on our way

And here come the Spanish with Woody. I’m so glad to see Rogers looking uncomfortable around them. xD And Max is totally gonna go after Eleanor :D Maxanor feels

Back to Billy: Oh fuck, they fucked him up ugh

Silver to Billy: “Flint is my friend, but I know what he is. I have no illusions about it” ouch why does that hurt me to hear???  And excuse me but that still doesn’t answer the question: WHAT IS FLINT TO SILVER? xD

Billy’s whole “Live with it” line, fucking parallels again alkdfjakldfjaklj

Oooh Max and Jack: Lots of Jack talking and being a smartass, how shocking! And Max is like shut up the Spanish are here you douche. Well if Jack is still acting like Jack THEN ANNE MUST STILL BE ALIVE thank god

AHHHH HE INVITED MAX to escape with them alkdfjakldjflaj!!!

Eleanor and Flint: <333 Pirate Dad has a heart to heart with rebellious child for real. “Stranger things have happened” lol 

Oh shit shit shit the Spanish

Silver in his throne…he reminds me so much of season 1 Flint here

Um ok clearly Silver doesn’t know Spain is there fuuuuck…ok nevermind, now he does

God Ben Gunn looks fucking hot now, I love those necklaces!

Back to Rogers: Yes Woodes, that’s right, look nervous as the Spanish man-handle that random woman, who could have been Eleanor, you asshat. Geez I hate him and did he just give them the location of Flint’s house???!!!!

Lol this is all so fucked up

Oh fuck Anne…gah emotion time. Nooo waterworks from Max al;ksdfjaldfj. I don’t blame Anne I would still be pissed also. Jack would never have done that to her. this is why I was always cautious of Max and Anne

More James, yay: Yes please UNCHAIN HIM! Eeeee

Flint sending the women inside the house to protect them I’m….?!!!  that’s so awesome

Ok so let me get this straight, the redcoats are now teaming up with pirates, did I mention this is all so fucked up? lol AND FLINT IS COMMANDING THEM HOLY SHIT THAT’S AWESOME

(Also I know what’s gonna happen to his house, I saw a gif this morning :(((

Oh shit shit shit

Cut to: Miranda’s house interior….. feels ugh

“A life of isolation and uncertainty, as long as it’s lived with someone you love” HOW DARE YOU ELEANOR, HOW DARE YOU SPEAK THOSE WORDS IN THAT HOUSE oh fuck I have tears

OH thank you, gentle Ben, for untying my bosun 

Oh shit the scene from the teaser, the Spanish are coming from the other direction

Oh fuckity fuck fuck and they’re skewering people?! With javelin-looking things??? WTF

Aww Madi trying to light a fire and Eleanor helping, that’s so cute. Sister bonding time…OH SHIT!!!!

Listen you prick, I don’t like Eleanor BUT LEAVE HER ALONE!!! I can’t stand violence against women in this show it kills… Shit fuck Jesus Christ she set it on fire…get the fuck out!!!! I wasn’t ready for this

Oh god, okay now I’m dying as usual. Welcome to Pain and Suffering, Episode 4x06

Hey, look at that, a slave rebellion right when you need one!!!! Well that was pretty sweet

Oh god I have to pause it for a minute, here comes Flint back to the house, okay, *breathe Laura, breathe*

Okay…Oh god, I’m …..

FUCK MY LIFE. Madi and Eleanor, ugh whhyyyyy

Now Flint has to tell Silver shit oh god PAIN  LOOK AT THEIR FACES EVEN FLINT IS ABOUT  TO CRY and honestly that kills me more than anything

YES THANK YOU EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OFF THAT ISLAND at last, reason and sanity will prevail (ok but this is only the sixth episode???!!! Haha funny. Everything’s funny. I feel insane.)

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this” alkdfjalkfj thank you Max, for ripping my heart out of my chest and stepping on it. Hard.

Ugh I don’t need to see Eleanor’s body. I HATE WOODES ROGERS! This is what you get, you asshole! It’s his fault.

Ok so now all our main characters of import are now on The Walrus and the other ship (what’s the other ship?), is that right? Wow

Honestly I think if it weren’t for everything that just happened on the island Flint would take serious issue with having Max on board….ha thank you Jack! I’m sorry, but I’m mad at Max right now. She’s not wrong, but she betrayed them all

Ok but whoa, “you’re goddamn right I do!” MOST. GIFFABLE. SCENE. IN THE ENTIRE EPISODE. !!!

Ok, and now I’m cheering for Max again..oh snap, Eleanor Guthrie’s grandfather. CALLED IT that was Jack and Max in Boston in the early trailer

OH damn Silver :((((( I’m so fucking sad for him right now FLINT NEEDS TO HUG HIM TIGHT Is there going to be touching?

Oh god Flint is crying againal kfjalkdsfjal;

Eeee (hand on shoulder) “It wasn’t your fault” repeated, why exactly? Why would Silver be reassuring him of that…could it be because he knows Flint likes torturing himself emotionally? But Silver’s so devastated, to even think of that…??

Back to Maroon Island: Oh god now he has to tell the Queen

AHHHH DAMN “THE REVOLUTION YOU PROMISED HAS BEGUN” !!!!  But it may be too late, I’m not sure Silver cares anymore.

So we have to wait to see how Madi’s mother reacts and also WHERE’S Billy?

I’m giving this ep a 9/10. The story is fantastic and as engaging as anything at this point. And I gotta say, Silverflint was extra fantastic this episode…how this show manages to show so much within the span of one or two minutes onscreen is amazing. But why did only the audience and Mrs.Hudson have to know Eleanor was pregnant, only to kill her a few episodes later, just for the sake of more tragedy? Bleh.

And also, no more word on anything in N.Florida yet. Just saying.  

And even if Silver is having second thoughts about the war I don’t think Flint is ever going to stop, unless something huge personally affects him. Also just saying,and this speculation is in no way tied to anything that may or may not be waiting for him in N. Florida. 

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Preference: Your Period(Female!Reader)

1. The reader gets their period... The guys find out by seeing blood somewhere and thinking you're injured... Basically just fluff after that -Random__Fangirl

Trigger Warning(s): Language.

y/n = Your Name

Sherlock

Pain, pain and more pain. Whhyyyyy am I in so much pain?

I roll over onto my other side, wishing that my stomach wasn't- shit!

Instantly I sit up and dash to the bathroom.

As I get into the bathroom I see blood all over my legs and pajama pants.

Shiiittt.

I'm gonna have to get a shower.

As I strip my clothing off I jump into the tub and turn on the water, waiting on it to get warm I ponder life and the meaning for this.

This shouldn't even be happening yet, I have another week until I'm due for this hell.

Fuck, just... just fuck.

The water turns red as it washes the blood from my body, I like to pretend I've gotten into a fight and am the sole survivor... it makes it more interesting and gives me something else to think about.

To be honest, I'd rather get beaten than have a period. At least people accept and respect getting bbeaten. But if you have a period? Nooo, nope, not happening. They just tell you to power through, well I'm not gonna fucking power through, they can't make me.

Shit, I'm already getting aggressive and short tempered... and with myself!

Should I warn-

"y/n, what happened?" The door to the bathroom swings open and the shower curtain is pulled back to reveal a very worried Sherlock.

"What the fuck, Sherlock?" I snap. "I'm taking a shower."

"What happened, there's blood in the hallway and in our room and all over the bed and-"

"Calm down."

"You have blood all over the shower and yourself.... what happened, who hurt you?"

"Sherlock, breath." I chuckle, this is not funny, why am I laughing? "I'm on my period."

"Oh..." He looks relieved, yet embarrassed at the same time. "I thought..."

"It's okay, could you let me finish getting cleaned up, please?"

"Yes, oh course, yes." He nods."

"...?"

"Oh, right." He closes the shower curtain off and leaves the bathroom by the sound of the door shutting.

Once I get out of the shower and put a pad/tampon on, I go to clean up the blood i left 'everywhere' as Sherlock put it.

I open the bathroom door and see the hallway, but there's no blood.

There isn't any blood in our room either, as a matter of fact, the bed is made up.

"y/n, tea." Sherlock's voice echoes through the flat.

"Yeah, I'm making tea." As I round the corner into the kitchen I see Sherlock holding two cups.

"I- I made tea?"

"Are you sure?"

"What?"

"You seem unsure." I take a cup from him. "Thank you."

"We have a case when you stop later."

"... um.. you're gonna have to wait for about a week."

"It's not just one day?!"

"No..."

"Bloody hell." He put his cup of tea down and leaves the flat.

"I feel the same, Sherlock!" I shout after him. "I feel the same..."

When Sherlock comes back he has Chinese food with him.

"Here, I brought some food." He sets it down and sits on the couch.

"Can we watch something?"

"Of course."

For the rest of the night, we lay on the couch together, not really watching TV, more like sleeping in close proximity.

And I actually feel a little better.

Mycroft

I'm where I've been all day, and I'm still doing what I was doing at six yesterday morning... I'm typing on my computer outside of Mycroft's office. While we are dating, I still work for him. Someone has to keep things working around here, and he's not going to be able to do it without me, so...

"y/n, I need coffee." Mycroft speaks through the intercom on my desk.

"Can't you get it your-fucking-self?" I snap, angry and hurting.

"..."

"I'll get it, sorry." I apologize, feeling guilty, but still angry.

By the time I get back to my desk I'm ready to lay down and cry from the pain.

Gently, I knock on Mycroft's door.

"Come in." He allows me to enter, actually I would have gone in anyway welcome or not. He wanted the coffee, and he's getting it. Even if I have ot give it to him through a

mother'fuckin' IV!

Calm down... calm down... breath.

Opening the door, I do my best to walk normally, but it's kind of hard when every movement hurts like I'm being disemboweled slowly.

"Where is this weeks expense report." He doesn't thank me for the coffee as I set it on his desk.

"Not my job after it goes on your desk." I mutter.

He glances up at me with a surprised look on his face. "y/n..."

"Sorry, I'm having a bad day." I hold a hand to my head and close my eyes, on the edge of a breakdown. "I haven't left the office for over two days, I'm tired."

"You can go home once the paperwork is done." He returns to his file.

"Yeah... once it's done." I scoff as I leave his office, closing the door behind me.

The day ends when I finish the paperwork... which is another sixteen hours because someone thought I could handle his paperwork too.

The purse is thrown against the wall as I enter my flat.

I was called in at midnight THREE DAYS AGO. There is a few movies I've been wanting to watch, but I'm to tired.

I pull my jacket off and toss it at the couch, knocking a vase over and breaking it.

Growling and angry about this, I kick the table beside me, which hurts my toes and makes me even angrier.

"Just fuck everything." I leave the mess and go straight to bed, but not before changing into a sleep shirt and pajama pants.

"y/n, are you alright?"

"What?" I open my eyes and see Mycroft standing over me. "Why are you here?"

"There's blood in the bathroom, are you hurt?"

"What?" I sit up and look around. "It's like midnight, why are you here?"

"You didn't answer your phone."

"It's in the living room." I lay back down and put a pillow over my face. "Let me sleep."

The pillow is removed and I see Mycroft frowning at me.

"What?" Now I'm just irritated at him.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, but you will be if you don't let me sleep."

"Why is there blood- you are on your cycle."

"No shit, Mycroft?"

"Are you..." He hesitates. "In pain?"

"No." I draw out, death glaring him. "It just feels like someone is slowly cutting me into pieces from the inside out, blending them and putting them back just to do it all over again."

"Would you like company?"

"Sure." I roll over, making room in the bed for Mycroft to lay beside me.

He lays down and pulls my into his arms.

"I'm... you should have told me you were in pain, I would have sent you home."

"Nah, you didn't know." I yawn, not even comprehending his words. "And you need me ot keep things working."

He half smiles, but doesn't respond.

"Might, Nycroft- shit, night Mycroft."

"Goodnight, y/n."

Lestrade

"Why is it always the wife?" Donovan asks as we put Mrs. Branson into the back of a patrol car. Mrs. Branson murdered her husband and collected the insurance money to fund a ludicrous gambling platform.

"Not always." Gregory Lestrade, my husband, glances at me, a smile on his face.

"You two aren't going to snog are you?" She sounds amused.

"Nope, not on duty." I answer for both of us. "We couldn't at this time anyway." I give Donovan a knowing look.

"Got'cha." She nods. "Sorry about it."

"Thanks."

"About what?" Greg furrows his brows in confusion.

"He's thick in the head." Donovan shakes her head before heading back into the house to collect evidence

"What was that about?" Greg presses on.

"Nothing, it's nothing." I laugh as I get into the car and drive Mrs. Branson to Scotland Yard.

At Scotland yard I start on my reports while sitting in Greg's office waiting for him, and I drift off to sleep on his couch.

"y/n, oh my god." A hand shakes my shoulder.

"What, what?!" I jump awake and look around wildly. I'm laying  on Greg's couch facing away from who shook me.

"What happened?" It's Greg... and he looks scared?

"What happened when?" MY head is fuzzy as I look around trying to find what he's talking about.

"There's blood on your pants, did Mrs. Branson fight you?"

"What, no, wait- shit." I groan. My tampon leaked. "Shiiiittt."

"What?"

"How obvious is it?"

"The blood?"

"Yeah."

"It's all over the back."

"No, dammit, I gotta go change clothes."

"Why?"

"Period, Greg... period, you had a wife, why are you so..."

"Oh, that's what you two were-... right, um, Where's that jacket?" He starts looking around his office for something.

"What are you doing?"

"Here." He hands me a hoodie. "Tie it around your waist and go change in the locker room."

"You're a life saver."

That night Greg makes sure to give me extra attention, in the best ways.

He bought us dinner and we cuddles in bed until we fell asleep.

I love him so much.

Moriarty

"I have a visual." Despite my dizziness and the sharp searing pain coursing through my body, I do my job.

"Take the shot, y/n." Jim orders.

"Roger that."

Within seconds there is a beautiful explosion of blood mixed with a carefully placed propane tank. The house goes up in flames, a perfect picture of what happens when you screw around with the wrong people and fall behind in payments to your boss.

"Return to base." Jim continues speaking. "We have another mission for you."

"Which is?"

"This one is special, it's undercover work."

"Hmm, am I going to like this undercover work?"

"Oh, I think so." His tone is suggestive.

"Don't get your hopes up, I'm classy, remember?"

"See you later, Kitten."

When I get home I rush for the bathroom.

My stomach is churning, I feel so sick.

I vomit as soon as I reach the toilet, the pain in my side subsiding slightly, but I still hurt a lot.

"You okay, y/n?"

"Yeah." I take deep breathes, attempting to keep from vomiting again.

"We haven't had any unprotected sex... you're not pregnant, right?" He sounds worried now.

"No, I'm not-" My words are silenced by me vomiting violently once again.

"We need a doctor."

"No." I keep trying to stay calm.

"y/n, I found blood in our bed this morning after you left, what happened that you didn't tell me about?"

"Nothing, I'm fine, just my period." Everything goes dizzy again as the pain increases. "God, I hurt so fucking bad."

"Where do you hurt." He crouches on the ground next to me, worry in his eyes.

"Here." I take his hand and place it on my side where I hurt the worst. "Here the worst."

"We're going to a hospital." He stands to his feet and picks me up in his arms.

"No, I'm okay, it's just period cramps..."

"Shh, it's okay."

Just as another spasm of pain rushes through me, everything goes black.

beep. beep. beep.

The sound is infuriating, so I open my eyes and see a hospital room instead of my room.

"Kitten." Jim is at my side.

"What happened?"

"Your appendix ruptured..."

"Oh..."

"Why didn't you tell me you were were hurting?"

"Because it was normal period cramps, just more intense every now and then."

"Baby, it hurts that bad?" He looks horrified.

"Yeah."

"Sweetie." He gets in the hospital bed beside me. "Poor baby."

"I'm not a baby."

"You're daddy's baby."

"Only yours." I chuckle.

"We're taking a few weeks, I'm putting a stop to crime for at least a week until you feel better."

"You have a empire to run."

"Not until you're better."

"So charming." I smiles softly.

"Not as charming as you." He kisses my nose.

"Out of the bed." A nurse walks in.

"But-"

"No buts." She crosses her arms and glares at him until he moves.

"fine." Jim pouts.

"Love you." I hold his hand.

"Love you more."

John

"What's this?" John steps into our room where I'm sitting on the bed watching a show on my computer. He's holding up a white piece of material.

"A towel?"

"No, this." He waves it slightly, and I notice a red spot on it.

"A stain?"

"It's blood, y/n." He narrows his eyes. "Did you get hurt last night when you and Sherlock were chasing criminals around?"

"Nooo." I roll my eyes.

"Then what is this?"

"It's blood, dufus."

"From?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Your a doctor, figure it out." I close my computer.

"An injury." He still isn't getting it.

"John, stop." I shake my head.

"Tell me what's going on." He crosses his arms, towel still in one hand.

"Ask Sherlock."

"Did he hurt you?!"

"What- no." I sigh. "John, it's that timing again."

"No, that was last week." He won't let up.

"No, it's now."

"You were yelling at everyone last week."

"I was in jail last week because you and Sherlock broke into a museum and left me behind inside there."

"Period?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." He puts the towel down and comes to the bed. "What are you watching?"

"IT's a cool show, the main two guys remind me about you and Sherlock."

"What's it called?"

"It's put out by BBC, it's called Sh-"

My phone starts ringing.

"It's Lestrade." I answer. "Hello?"

"What's wrong?" John asks.

"Sherlock got arrested."

"Let's go get him." John sighs.

"Alright."

[heartfeltheart]

Alchemy: Tiny Steps

Chapters: 12/45 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter Rating: T Relationships: Edward/Winry, Lan Fan/Ling, and May/Alphonse. Primary Characters: Edward Elric, Severus Snape Additional Tags: Crossover, Teacher!Edward, BrOtp Edward/Severus. Sassy beyond measure. Pro!Snape Series: Part 2 of 9. Summary: Part two of the Alchemy Series.  Politics. Either you love it, hate it or you live it. For Alchemy Teacher Edward Elric, he lives it, hates it and loves it when he gets the upper hand. Here is to another year of hell… D/C: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Discord: La Red(Mesh Mash of… stuff.): https://discord.gg/KYjmVAb Alchemy Series: https://discord.gg/DejEYNJ

"They… are… WHAT!"

Everyone sitting or standing around the table looked over to see Mr. Edward Elric yelling at his brother, holding onto his shoulder and shaking him relentlessly. A hawk had swooped into the meeting room earlier and dropped a very heavy package on top of Mr. Elric's head. The hawk then prompted to peck on the Golden blonde's head and flew off terrifying both Elric brothers. When opening the package, after making sure for any possible traps or so on, Mr. Elric slowly opened the package and pulled out a letter. Whatever contents that letter contained is the cause of the latest episode.

"They can't come! They'll ruin everything! General Armstrong will kill all of them and General Useless will make them hate us even more!"

'Why am I always at the end of brother's wrath?' Alphonse thought miserably as he attempted to remain conscious. "I... losing… consciousness…"

"Whhyyyyy!" Edward wailed out in dismay.

During this time while the Elric brother's episode, Mei reached over and swiped the letter away. Sitting back in her seat, the princess scanned the letter. The contents of the letter caused the blood from her face to drain and sway dangerously. This is bad. Very bad.

"Miss. Chang, what is wrong?" Amelia asked out, seeing how the Emperor's sister looked like she is about to pass out. Madam Bones nearly jumped out of her seat when Mei reached over and bonked Alphonse and Edward's head together with a piercing shriek. Mei then proceeded to yell at the brothers in Xingese, by the looks of it, no one needed to a spell to tell she is severely insulting them. "Er…"

"This is Major General Armstrong! This is not a time to panic! You two need to get a grip on reality!"

"Armstrong? I was panicking about Mustang and Hawkeye! She's coming too?... Noooooo…"

-.-

"If I'm going down there, I am not going there alone!"

"Mercy! MERCY!"

Major Miles and Captain Hawkeye watched as their respected superiors act in very childlike in the middle of a very busy train station. Normally this would warrant looks of disgust, bewilderment or anything else in between, however consider it involved Major Mustang and Major General Armstrong… It is better to allow them to do what the latter wants to do with the former. No questions asked. The scene before everyone is Armstrong is manhandling Mustang into a waiting train, the conductor is several feet away sweat dropping at the scene before him. It was time to leave but he didn't want to end up in the woman's path.

Mustang hung onto a bench as Armstrong is pulling him by his legs towards the train. The bench is screwed into the ground and it is dangerously close to be pulled from the ground. "You don't need me over there!"

Armstrong momentarily stopped and stared at Mustang as if he was, probably is, the biggest idiot of all time. Without an moment of hesitation, she reached down and grabbed Mustang by his collar and whispered something into his ear. Mustang eyes popped open in fear before his entire expression fell solemnly. "You are a horrible woman…"

"Get on the train."

"Yes, mam…"

"Mustang..."

"General, I meant General!"

-.-

Major General Armstrong and General Mustang, prime candidates for future Fuhrer of Amestris. Both of whom are coming to Magical Great Britain for what many believe is to help with the negotiations. Those that believe that reason, are certain it had to do with the many articles that are written about their home country. A good reason. However, every snide remarks that is thrown towards Amestris are held back at the reported actions of the ambassadors of Amestris and Xing respectively. One is acting out of sheer panic and the other one looks like he's been losing sleep.

Many had already met General Mustang from his last visit, meaning the actions of the Elric Brothers are not about him. Then it had to do with Major General Armstrong. Every time someone even mention the name, the brothers will shriek and run off out of sheer panic. Is this woman truly as she is described?

Those nonbelievers that have a strong belief that it is a complete show. There is no way this muggle woman is that terrifying enough for such actions. Oh poor, poor souls. Let us hope they do not cross the Northern Wall of Briggs. There are many good reasons to be extremely wary of the Major General, one of them has to do with the sparkles that have been passed down the Armstrong family for many generations.

-.-

"Madam Bones, have you met this… Major Armstrong?"

Bones looked up from her steaming hot cup of herbal tea, thanks to Amestris for providing the tea. She saw Umbridge sitting across of her with that ridiculous smile of hers. How she managed to get her position is beyond her. If one would dig a little deeper, they would see how much hypocrisy she exudes. "Major Armstrong? The man that came here several months ago? Of course, we all met him. Thank Merlin's beard he's not coming otherwise well end up here for months on end."

"I meant the one that is coming here?"

Bones's expression remained unchanged, inwardly she is becoming annoyed. The worse part is, she hasn't even finish her cup of tea. "That is Major General Armstrong. Yes, I have met the General once during my visit to Amestris."

"What is she like?"

"Commanding."

"And…?"

"Cold."

"What else?"

"Strong."

"Madam Bones… is there anything useful that could be said about this Armstrong woman?"

"..." Bones placed her cup of unfinished her tea in front of her on top of a matching plate. She then proceeded to lace her fingers together and placed them in front of her and gave Umbridge her temporary attention. "What I know about this woman is what was told to me by General Mustang and the Elric Brothers. The only thing useful you could possibly need to know about her is that her sword is more than just a statement."

-.-

"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron!" Mustang laughed out uneasily as he leads Armstrong, Hawkeye and Miles into the English Pub. The moment they stepped into the establishment, everyone went quiet, all their attention went towards the muggles that just entered the Magical Pub. Sound resonated once more as the witches and wizards stared to whisper loudly about the Amestrian officers. Many could easily recognize General Roy Mustang and Captain Hawkeye from their previous visits to the establishment. The other two are unknowns but are wearing similar uniforms, the only difference is that they are wearing a heavy black coat with a thick fur collar.

"This place is repulsive." Armstrong deadpanned.

"To proceed forward or to retreat?" Miles mused aloud enough for his commanding officer to hear.

"As much I want to leave this…" Armstrong gave a group of wizards a deadly stare when they started to snicker and point at her. The group stopped their lewd whispers and quickly exited the Leaky Cauldron with their tails in-between their legs. "Place we have a mission to accomplish. Once that is done, we are leaving. I am not going to spend an unneeded moment of my time here dealing in this pathetic game of politics."

"Let's hope it stays political…"

[isaacathom]

why do i keep going w this stuff dude

like what id have to do to justify what happened to the travelling partner is.... like... itd be a character thing. youd have the Survivor right there, and his personality would already establish he’d be capable of nasty shit (mostly because he literally does nasty shit during the story, yknow). but the hunters have to characterised as able to do it posthumously, which is difficult, because typically shit gets rose tinted. there’d be few people who’d be willing to say bad shit about a dead person. though its possible we’d get that insight from the people the Woman befriends, as they’re unlikely to be super close to the hunters (or theyd be keeping distance) and it means theyve got distance and more objectivity about their actions.

then i have to decide why. like, whhyyyyy? why do it. why do that. why attack an exhausted woman and kill her while her friend watches? a personal ‘quirk’? did she say something? did they do something and she reacted negatively? what happened. theres a couple of possibilities which i guess ill detail for future/current pickings

- ~just a prank~. possibly some sort of stupid action involving hurting the woman that went too far and resulted in her death? difficult to justify, but if the hunters are young enough or established to be immature enough, it could work. maybe the idea was that theyd injure her and then bandage her up and bring her back to the village, like they wanted? kinda fucked up but this is also Murder so i guess fair game

- more nasty shit. like, yknow.... assault? pretty young ladies wandering the forests, shit gets nasty, eeeewwwww. i dont want it, but it could explain stuff. itd especially help explain why the Survivor would hide the body, beyond the obvious. kinda gross, kinda dont want it because of my personal preferences, but it COULD work

- genuine accident. itd make it less questionable, but itd also ruin the idea that the Woman acted out of ‘self defence’ if it was an accident. shit gets rough and goes too far? like they push the girl around and she trips and hits her head? but again, ruins the narrative if harm wasnt intended. harm has to be intended to the girl in order to justify the Woman’s actions

- honestly dunno. to keep her quiet? like, the idea here is that the hunters are doing Bad Shit, possibly the above or something not directly related to the women, that they end up bearing witness too. like, illegal shit. or just very damning stuff, character wise. such as. idk.... honestly dont know. maybe something related to status? burying something they stole? it could work that way. Then the idea is that the girl is specifically outspoken in calling out and not taking their bullshit excuses, and the hunters decide to keep her quiet, resulting in her death while her friend (the Woman) watches in fucking disbelief. itd be interesting if the hunters had committed a crime that led them to commit that crime, yknow?

thats about it. ofc it needs a lot of though. i think the accident angle is out, though an aspect of it can be included in others, especially for some characters. for instance the Survivor, who was clearly not strictly involved, hence him being spared. he was complicit, hundo percent, but he could easily see the whole thing as a tragic accident. perspective and stuff. i think the Prank is also out because thats fucking stupid. leaving Gross Nasties and Covering Up.

both could easily justify the Womans actions, i feel. Nasties would be her friend being yucked while the woman is prevented from intervening, and when the yuck goes too far and the woman’s friend dies, she flips (understandably). and in that context, the argument can also be made for them possibly doing the same to her, yknow. that’d play in.

cover up would be the two of them coming across something suspect that the hunters have done/are doing, and the woman’s friend being attacked for witness. in that, the woman would be simply held down quietly because shes a much more quiet character and would submit quickly to prevent danger, while her friend would refuse despite her exhaustion. so then the hunters would pull their weapons to force her to submit, and then it goes too far (theres the accident angle) and the woman flips. and again, the aspect of whether or not after essentially torturing her friend, whether theyd do the same to her. 

i think Cover Up might be easier to spin w/ murder, as itd be easier to prove. as in, the woman’s body would show clear signs of this, bloodstained gashes in clothes and shit. whereas Nasties could be a little harder to prove as murder, since, well, i know exactly what Nasty im thinking of and idk how long that sort of evidence would last in a ditch. i mean, there shit down there that at least partially preserves her, but STILL.

the issue w/ Cover Up is that i need to work out what started it. as in, what the hunters were doing. like, theyre out hunting, yea, but what are they hiding? it has to be something worth killing over. it cant be too petty. its not another murder, thats for sure. a theft? a theft of a valuable item? either personal or general monetary. but it also couldnt be TOO important, because then theyd look harder for it. though, if it IS valuable, would they go looking in a ditch? probably not. cause the idea is that they were gonna bury it, right. but with the whole murder thing, the Survivor is disposing of evidence. chuck the body, chuck the goods, they arent worth it now, clitter clatter crack. plus, the idea is that the Survivor is more a lookout than actually perpetrating anything. still a cunt, but a lesser cunt. hes not invested in it personally, more on his friends’ behalf, and his friends are dead, so what does it matter? down the ditch, clitter clatter crack.

that could work. it could even explain how they finally find the body in the ditch - the body was more carefully disposed of, and the goods were just chucked. one of them missed, or remained closer to the surface, buried lightly under leaves and dirt until its found. meaning multiple goods. could work. what they actually stole isnt the important part, though - just the fact its worth killing a complete stranger for. OOH! oh fuck i had an idea. ok keep Cover Up as an idea but heres a second idea.

Robbery. they were robbing the two of them. theyre foreigners, a long way way from home, and well dressed beyond dirt and grime. maybe they were carrying something valuable, or valuable enough. nice jewellery, that sorta thing. the hunters, encountering this well dressed tired duo in the woods, offer to take them back to the village, but instead take them further with the intend to rob and kill. make the death look like an accident, claim they discovered the poor women, or just dispose of the bodies and sell the goods on the down low with no questions asked. both good. the former has the accident angle in, too, both deliberate and in how it ended up being incriminating.

so the women get taken further into the woods, and then the friend realises this, she makes a break for it. the Woman is quickly held so she cant flee, because she didnt react fast enough, and the girl is tackled to the ground and held down. the man holding the Woman quickly rifles through her pockets for her goods while she looks on in terror, as the other hunters hold her friend down and forcefully keep her quiet while robbing her too. ofc, as i said earlier, the friend is a lot louder and ‘feistier’ than the Woman, and shes not gonna let them rob her blind without a fucking fight. kick, scream, bite. eventually they start pulling weapons and threatening her with them, and its at this point that the Survivor starts having second doubts. this is when he steps back. he was probably gleefully robbing her, taking off jewellery and stuff, but oh shit, oh dear, oh god, this is going far. but, ofc, the friend isnt letting weapons stop her, until it HAS to stop her, because they start like. cutting and stabbing her. The Woman screams, the Survivor cries out, and thats the point where locals start going ‘hmm did you hear that martha? sounded like screams’ ‘i bet its just the boys being silly’

of course the screams will quickly escalate when the friend stops. brief silence as she stops struggling and screaming. the hunters proceed to rob her blind and gloat as the Survivor cautiously moves in closer. ‘You.... you killed her??????????’

crack. foosh. scchrrk. hunters dead, survivor yelling in terror, the Woman screaming in rage before running further into the woods. Survivor checks his friends, works out fairly quickly its too late, and proceeds to dump the body and clumsily toss the goods before starting to head back to the village, trying to carry one of his less-injured-but-still-totally-dead friends. open shut.

fuck. that works well. and its make the survivor at least a lil sympathetic while still being a cunt. a young man out of his depth, surrounded by older friends with more force. the thing is that its not premeditated. they didnt plan this encounter. they decided to go with it. so the Survivor is similarly trapped in it and mostly non complicit. he starts helping rob the friend because his friends say so. ofc, that doesnt excuse the fact that once everything is said and done, he disposes of the body and the evidence of their crime, and frames it all on a woman they attacked. perjury and shit. broke the law. cause like, yea, hes doing it to help his friends, but his friends ARE dead, nothing is actually keeping him there, because he checked on his friends before disposing of evidence. still a cunt, yknow.

this works. i like this. well, ok, i dont, its fucking murder, but narratively i mean, i dig the shit out of this idea, make the hunters actual criminals here. means the posthumous establishment of character has to establish their forcefulness and violence.

another thing - how many hunters? based on the scene above, at least 3. one to hold the Woman, one to hold the friend, and another to rifle her pockets. the Survivor helps to rifle pockets, but hes separate. thats 4 guys overall. that seems a fair amount for a hunting party. fuck. this is good. i like this. initially, in the dreams and shit, there were 4 dead hunters, but 3 works just as well and makes less work for me as a writer. i like this a lot.