#'i can't lose you the way i lost her' has been weighing heavy on my mind on this particular day

[dylanconrique]

i don't wanna see my precious baby girl lucy ever get hurt, but i live for parallels and would love another chenford ambulance ride to parallel the opening scene of s2.

#*carly catalogs #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford #otp: you know me so well #'i can't lose you the way i lost her' has been weighing heavy on my mind on this particular day #which led me to thinking about all those in between moments in dod that we missed after they rescued lucy #and then i remembered we got a very short snippet of a chenford ambulance ride in the s2 opener #DO THAT AGAIN BUT UNO REVERSE THE ROLES #AND MAKE IT LONGER #IT'D BE SO GOOD NOW THAT THEY'RE OFFICIALLY CANON #EVEN IF THEY BREAKUP COULD YOU IMAGINE??????? #ONE OF THEM SEEING THE OTHER GET HURT?????????? #TO QUOTE STILES THEY WOULD 'GO OUT OF THEIR FREAKING MINDS' #s6 wishlist

[starry-blue-echoes]

Hi, it's me! The anon who submitted the vampiric Joseph AU. Wanted to share a few more ideas that I had.

Basically, the whole world thinks Joseph actually died in Cairo. It checks out considering everything else that had happened there, plus there were probably some eye-witness accounts to DIO attacking him. All company stuff went to Suzi Q, maybe Holly too? She's not a business person, but I see her helping out where she could. Joseph still runs it, just with Suzi Q being sort of a stand-in for him.

In regards to this with Josuke, he doesn't know for a while that the person who's been helping him out is actually his father. I guessed that with having to make a will so suddenly, somehow Josuke was discovered way earlier than the beginning of Part 4. I had it where he was sort of just this unknown person that helped Josuke out when he was in danger, especially when he was younger. (Plus he probably got some good inheritance money. Dad points? It's like a +0.5 point.)

Also, totally right with Holly. Especially with more interaction with Josuke here, I can't help but feel Joseph has a lot of guilt regarding his wife, even if one of those situations wasn't his fault. He'd be very lost. All he wanted was a life with her, and to die with her. And now he's stuck to make this decision on his own, with the only way to do so being the most painful options he could imagine.

Definitely think that fight with Straizo also messes with his head a lot more. He knows it's possible to still use hamon, and that thought weighs heavy on his mind.

Sorry for the long ask! Have a lot of thoughts, thank you so much for replying to my initial ask!

- bread

hi bread it's nice to have you :D

but also YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I love the idea of Joseph faking his death. It was going to happen eventually, might as well take advantage of the opportunity now since it'll be easiest. He does what he can to help Suzie and Holly with everything, and all things considered he's still running the company. Suzie becomes almost like a puppet ruler in some ways with people not realize Joseph's still working behind the scenes

also if I may raise an idea for Joseph vibing around before Part 4 canon: what if Joseph ends up learning about Josuke and sorta..... moves in to Morioh. It's only about a year or so before canon, but Joseph wants to be there for the son he apparently had. The talk with Suzie was...... rough to say the least, and he knows he deserved it but it still hurt. He was ashamed of his actions, but he also didn't want this kid to suffer because of it. The kid might've gotten sick like Holly did all those years ago and have a Stand without any guidance for all he knew!

Suzie is luckily understanding. Upset yes, but she can respect Joseph's decision at the very least. Plus...... she needs a bit of time right now. It's not a divorce, but just..... right now she needs to work through these emotions and this breaking of trust. It hurts Joseph a lot, but again he saw this coming, recognizes he kinda deserves it, and respects her wishes

(Joseph does have to deal with the black pit in his stomach for a while because we have so little time left we need to solve this now if we don't one of us could die and then we'll be left angry and grieving and confused and regretting how the last thing we did was fight but at the same time he knows that if he forces it, he'll just fuck things up further and he CANNOT do that)

so Joseph becomes Josuke's New And Kinda Weird But Overall Really Fun Neighbor. Josuke absolutely loses it when he realizes Joseph has a Stand, and he's able to give the kid a lot of guidance about the Stand World in general

and for a pinch of angst........ Joseph not telling Josuke he's his father. He tells himself he will. That he's just waiting for things to settle down, waiting for Josuke to be comfortable with him, waiting for the right moment...... but deep down he knows that's never going to come. He's ashamed he wasn't able to be there for Josuke's life, ashamed to call himself a father because of his actions, but most importantly he's terrified of how Josuke will react. The kid has every reason to hate him, and as selfish as it may be Joseph doesn't want to lose him

but then of course things start to go sideways when the Arrow makes an appearance in Morioh :)

#vampiric joseph #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #jjba part 4 #jjba joseph #joseph joestar #jjba suzie q #suzie q #jjba josuke #josuke higashikata #sb answers #bread anon

[nonuggetshere]

PLEASE gimme more info for ur wayward royals au I beg

OKAY, LET'S GO, ONE OF MY FAVOURITE AUs

It's actually a spin-off of Fragile as a Flower because of course it is, and it isn't the only one. FaaF is like a load-bearing AU, I stg.

SO, the story goes;

Pale King and White Lady go on what was supposed to be a short diplomatic mission to another kingdom while they entrusted Hallownest to the knights, Lurien and Monomon. It was only going to be a few weeks tops, so it wasn't a big deal. They of course took PV with them as an escort, aaaand also because PK was just used to having his kid tag along everywhere with him when they could.

Their little trip doesn't go as planned when they decide to use a shortcut and end up getting ambushed. PK and PV get separated from WL, and PK ends up seriously injured. After spending a good amount of SOUL on his attacks he can't afford to heal, so he orders PV to get out of there and find the Queen and return to Hallownest safely. He was fully prepared to die there.

PV of course knew that too, they knew that their father wasn't able to fight anymore and leaving him would be an almost certain death sentence. So they weigh their options and decide to protect him against his orders. This, of course, makes him realise they aren't hollow. He doesn't have time to deal with that emotional crisis, though, as he soon after passes out due to blood loss right after PV hauled him up onto their back.

They manage to find White Lady, all the while also getting more and more tired as they lose a concerning amount of void from their lost arm and other injuries, practically leaving a dark trail behind them. The moment their eyes meet their mother's however and they know they and their father will be safe, it's like all the fight leaves their body and they instantly collapse and pass out.

They wake up sometime later, their injured taken care of and patched up. They carefully sit up, trying not to wince from pain and watch silently as their mother is finishing up taking care of their father's wounds. Not that long after that, he starts to stir and wake up himself, and White Lady has to hold him down because he tried to immediately get up despite the huge gash in his chest and neck.

He slowly comes to as she helps him carefully sit up and as the memories of what happened before he passed out return to him, the realisation suddenly hits him and he looks in shock at his child.

"You..." He gets up despite his wife's protests and staggers up to them, grabbing them by the collar. "You liar."

White Lady is confused beyond belief so he catches her up to speed on what happened. What follows is an incredibly awkward and tense silence. PV keeps their head low, too ashamed to look their parents in the eyes, but they can feel them looking at them and they want to just collapse into nothing.

They don't have time to deal with this new revelation though or the emotional turmoil of it, as during all of that skirmish and chaos they end up losing their caravan and completely losing their way. They see some lights far off in the distance and decide to head that way, hoping that it's some sort of civilisation and they'd be able to find their way from there.

The travel there is long and gruelling, they have to walk on foot and two of them have been just seriously injured. PV actually starts to fall behind and it takes a moment for their parents to realise, only taking note when they hear them fall to their knees. They immediately come back to them and realise that they can barely hold themself up with their injuries and the heavy armour weighing them down, so for now they decide White Lady can carry them until they arrive at their destination.

It takes them a few days and PV is not at all a very happy camper during all of this. The climate is extreme and the nights are cold out in the wastelands, and this combined with their inability to thermoregulate (on the account of being technically not alive) and being only dressed in a thin shirt and cloak royally fucks them over. They shiver all throughout the night and can barely catch any sleep, which isn't great when you just lost an arm and are still recovering from that, but they keep quiet and don't complain. Thankfully, their parents notice one night, and despite the tension between them they insist that PV sleeps with them so they can keep them warm. They actually manage to sleep through the entire night after that.

Thankfully, the lights they saw turned out to be another kingdom. The very first thing they did was pawn off PV's armour and any other valuable things they had on them, as they didn't have any supplies with them and needed geo. But now they have a whole new set of problems; they still don't know where they are and Pale King and White Lady never lived like normal bugs so they have no idea where to even begin with getting supplies. Essentially, PV is the only thing keeping them from getting scammed out of all of their money.

PV ends up taking off with the majority of their geo, manages to haggle for a used travel cart and gets them supplies, and convinces a stag to help them on their travels. They end up with enough geo left over for an overnight stay at the hotel because God knows they need a good night's sleep in an actual bed after all of that.

They could only afford one room however so White Lady insists that PV and her husband sleep on the bed because they're injured. PV just immediately flops down face first on the bed, just happy to sleep on something soft and warm again. Pale King and White Lady end up talking about this entire situation and PV's impurity that night, completely unaware that PV is still awake and listening to them.

The next day they head off, but they still have no idea where they are so they just pick a direction and hope for the best. Said direction turned out to be the complete opposite of where they should be going and their two weeks of planned absence turns into a year and a half of pure bullshit.

PV also continues to act emotionless and almost robotic because it's what they know and it feels safe and familiar, and acting like they normally are in private around their parents fills them with so much anxiety.

At first Pale King and White Lady are distant from PV, they still care for them but they are filled with too much regret and guilt and think that PV doesn't want them in their life after what they did. But after PV goes through a near-death experience they realise they do think of them as their parents and start acting the part after that, and they slowly start to bond.

Said near-death experience was caused by my oc who seeks out immortality through void experiments, because if I don't shove my OCs into everything I will Die and Explode like a landmine.

At some point PK also gets violently ill and his kid and wife take care of him.

BUT this post is getting long enough so if you're interested I can continue talking about the rest of the plot, these two plot points I mentioned and other small tidbits in another post

#asks #wayward royals au #ROTATING THIS AU IN MY HEAD

[iamapolarbear]

The way my parents travel drive me mad

No, this isn't going on my real travel blog but it can go on my Tumblr mirror.

My parents are late 60s/early 70s, retired for about ten years at this point and although they travel a reasonable amount, it's generally Monday to Friday - because, you know, they're so busy at the weekends. My dad is the one who does all the bookings (my mum is the one who stands behind him and points out that those are completely the wrong dates. Again) and my mum does the packing.

Now, this is my first issue. My dad has a clean polo shirt for every day because he can't be trusted not to spill. Wears the same pants every single day but must have a clean polo shirt. Fine. But when it comes to jumpers, it's always heavy fisherman-style knitted jumpers, for both of them. Fine, if that's what you prefer. But when you travel, that takes up half the miniature suitcase on its own! Get some modern fabrics, get a fleece or a fine knit or something that actually fits in a carry-on!

Second, because my mum packs the toiletries, my dad has no idea what he's allowed. He accompanied me to Tesco one time where I bought a 75ml hairspray to use as fixative on some charcoal sketches I wanted to do. "75ml? That's a lot out of your 100ml. Are you sure you want to take that?" It took a moment to discover that although he knows about the 100ml liquid rule, he's managed to get it into his head that all you can take is 100ml. Everything has to fit into 100ml. All your toothpaste, deodorant, makeup, hairspray, sun cream etc, 100ml in total. This came in back in, what, 2001? 2003? Somewhere around there. And it's 2023 (was at the time) and he's only just discovering that it's 100ml each!

Third, the matter of the wires. They need to take lots of wires because phones and cameras and tablets and whatnot. And every single time, they're going round the house, finding random wires plugged in, going "does this fit my tablet?", "what's this?", unplug this or that and generally making a meal out of it, to say nothing of searching drawers for adaptors. At this point, if you're going away every other month, just buy a set of wires that go in a special case just for travel, so you can charge things the night before you go and the night you get back and you don't have to wander around looking confused! Get a set of proper decent adaptors and keep them together!

Then we have the airport. I sometimes feel like I'm being OTT insisting still on arriving two hours early - and if the only bus or train gets me there a little earlier than that, so be it. I want my full two hours. But my parents are at an airport somewhere in Germany today for a flight at 5.30. Two hours means getting there at 3.30. But at 1.30 German time, I get a message - "at the airport". I point out that it's a bit early and I get "Yes, but boarding is 4.40". You've checked in online and you're travelling hand luggage only! What on earth are you going to do for three hours?

Last time they went away, all of about a month ago, I got a message that my mum had lost her keys. Must have been when they were taking everything out at security. What do you mean, "taking everything out"? You should have your liquids in a little plastic bag somewhere easily accessible and you should have your tablet and camera somewhere accessible. That's all you should be taking out, and even those are doubtful these days with the various new scanners. Actually, it turned out the keys were left in a bag she planned to take and then didn't but how on Earth are you doing an airport if you think there's a possibility of losing your keys at security? This isn't their first time! They're supposed to be experienced and expert travellers by this point!

Which brings me on to this trip. My parents have a small suitcase each (which my mum has obsessively weighed - "It's overweight, I know!". I pick it up, say "it's maybe 4kg." Weigh it, it's 4.5kg. They have a limit of 8kg and I promise you my mother couldn't lift an 8kg bag. Besides, no one ever weighs hand luggage!) and my mum also has a small backpack for use during the flight.

She left her suitcase at security, still sitting in the tray.

The excuse is "too many other things". Mother, you're carrying two things and you've managed to forget the large one, the one you're supposed to notice you're not carrying! I need to know w t actual f are they doing at security? I know my dad insists on carrying everything around in his trouser pockets, so she's got to see that he takes out wallet and keys and trash and probably a handful of coins, and that he gets his liquid bag out (remember, he knows nothing about liquids) but it's two things and if you can't remember to pick up your suitcase, maybe it's time to give up air travel.

And last, apparently my dad insists on carrying his keys around with him on holiday in his unsecured trouser pockets. You know, just in case his car or his house gets carried from southern England to Amsterdam by a freak tornado like in Wizard of Oz. Mustn't leave them safely in the hotel. No, put them in an easily accessible pocket where they're likely to fall out or get pickpocketed.

I'm adamant this is all symptomatic of the brain-melting that seems to happen when you're retired and spend most of your days staring at clickbait YouTube and the Da*ly M*il.

[kaito-is-baby]

Distant

Levi x Reader

Plot: “Whenever I’m around you I get nervous and this weird feeling in my stomach too. So, I’m either in love with you or allergic to you, and I don't know which one is worse.” Levi confessing his feelings

It’s true you did not have the best start but to be honest, no one had a good start with Levi

But you had grown to know him 

You had opened completely to him and you liked to think he had trusted you enough to do so too. You had shared fears and traumas with him, you managed to see him smile, even made him laugh once, he always went to you at dinner time because you seemed to be the only one he was confortable around

Until he didn’t anymore

And it burned you inside 

Levi was grumpy, rude, mean, selfish, self centered, arrogant and overall an idiot

But you loved him 

You knew how scared he was of losing his teammates, how fatherly could he become when Oulo was sick or Petra had her period, you knew he had the biggest heart on the survey corps and the most sensitive emotions

You had fallen for his slight smile that only appeared when you two were alone and for the excentric way he had to hold his tea cups too

He told you once he saved up all his childhood for a tea set and broke it and thtas the reason why he lo sostenia asi

You found him cute and sweet and even caring despite all of his social flaws 

You loved his teasing about how horrendous you tea was or the evenings you two spent cleaning

You loved having dinner with him, you talking alone to everyone else's eyes because he never talked back but you knewing he was lsitening for the little nods he gave you and the fact that he will bring up that topic again later

You loved riding his horse and seeing him stressed out because that horse was the one he loved the most in this world

You loved him 

That’s why it broke you when he started to treat you like a piece of shit

Insulting you

Ignoring you

Distancing from you

He first started his new treatment the day after you got hurt on a mission, he made sure you knew how useless and weak you were “You’re painful just to look at” was the phrase that was still stuck on your head to this day

Soon you found yourself having to clean everything twice or him missing dinner the day you had to cook

It was not weird to find him yelling at you claiming that you were useless and stupid

Or him ignoring any questions you had or ideas

Even ordering you to shut up while planning expeditions

“Nothing, you’re are doing absotuly no work to help humanity. You should go back home and lesve the resal soldiers fight, you are only a burden who makes things far more difficult” Levi confronted you one day

You left, no words could get out of your mouth or you would either insut him back or cry, maybe even both at the same time, quite pathetic, you thought

“Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving, just as you said”

“Fine” Levi smiled relieved, he finally got what he so desperately wanted, to make you levae and be safe.

...

You did not show up at dinner and Levi’s chest felt heavy, it weighed him and yet he couldn’t understand why, he had finally managed to get you out of his sight

"You know, if she leaves us you will probably never sleep again shorty" Hange was sitting infront of him, which would have been your chair if things were different

"Shut up for once! You are so damn annoying I-"

"Yeah, yeah say whatever you want but you can't speak with anyone else now because you have hurted the only one you actually stand"

"Just shut up Hange" Levi was serious if he called them by their name

"Why? She's been so sad since she lost you, she thinks you hate her, she's starting to blame herself thinking she has done something wrong"

"Look, being with Y/N made me literally stutter every time I saw her, that can't be good for neither of us."

"That actually sounds like smth good to me"

"How is that good?"

"She must have made you nervious if you stuttered "

"Of course she did! My whole body trembled, my stomach ached like never before and I felt so damn cold, she made me sick"

"That's not-"

"And when I was with her all I could think of was her voice and her smile and how her face brightened up when she was talking about something she was passionate about. I can't afford that kind of distraction if I am humanity's strongest"

"But Levi-"

"And if I treat her like shit is because I want her to quit, I need her to quit when on mission I cant barely do anything because I am always looking at her, worried about her dying I can't do this"

"But do you know why you feel like this?"

"I thought it was because she was the only one I considered a friend, I kept an eye on Isabel and Farlan too but... sometimes all I ccan ever think is her” He admited “there's been moments when I have even- ah hell I'm repulsive"

"Okay, I guess I get that too” Hange laughed “yeah so... you basically like YN"

"Yeah, I just told you she’s the only one I dont hate here"

"Romantically shorty, ro man ti ca lly" Hange explained

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you are in love little man! And for what you ust said it sounds like you’re a pretty cheesy lover” They laughed again 

"Then, still my point." He affirmed "I can't afford that kind of feelings and I had never experienced them before it will only make it worse for all of us best is-"

"Best is you stop making her suffer, if you need to cut ties with her because you're a pussy it's your shit but don't make her think she did something wrong, admit that she was so perfect you felt for her and can't deal with it now"

"You are a pain in the ass"

"You're one for her and not in way you wished"

"Oh, gods, you’re repulsive"

...

You heard knocks at your door and hid your face in your hands, whoever was there you had to look emotionless, no soldier could afford to be heartbroken by their captain and you were known for your strength and professionalism, you would not ruin your life for a shorty grumpy idiot who stole your heart

But then there he was, the shorty grumpy iduot, waiting at your door

"Can... can I come in? I think I haven't been totally honest with you" He requested

“What do you want?”  You opened the door, with a ruder voice tone that the one you wanted to show him

Levi did noticed your dried tear tracks even when you were trying to hide them. He knew it was his fault, you cried because of his mean words and it made him feel horrible. He was now even surer than the best for you would be for him to be far away from you

But shitty glasses was right, it wasn’t fair to leave you wondering what had you done when your only sin was to be wonderful

“Can we talk inside?” You nodded at his question, opening the door wider

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry for this last months... I-It was my fault all this happened. I couldn’t bare with seeing you everyday and I chose the worst way to fix it” Levi says, his eyes focused on yours with sadness

“What do you mean?” You tried to comprenhend

“I couldn’t stand seeing you everyday at morning, I couldn’t talk to you or train you, seeing you out about to die made me-”

“Yeah, I’ve already gotten it, you can’t stand me, it was clear this morning Levi”

“No, you don't undertsand me, I can’t keep being near you but it′s not your fault, i-it’s me who... agh“ Levi got stuck on his words "When-whenever I’m around you I get nervous and this weird feeling in my stomach too. So, I’m either in love with you or allergic to you, and I don't know which one is worse. Because... Because the idea of being away from you kills me but seeing you everyday putting yourself in danger is even worse ” He finally admited

"Levi?" He raised his face and looked at you "Did you do all of this because you didn't know how to cope with your feelings?"

"I can't lose you, I wanted you to leave this place, you would be safe and I would never have to feel this way again, seeing you everyday and feeling my stomach roll everytime I see you, I can’t It-”

"I know the feeling you are talking about¨ You smiled to his hands while taking them on yours “and it is recomforting too, it feels warm and safe, I think it's the happiest I have been"

Levi looked at you confused

"And its been you whose made me feel that way so why don't we try and make it work? Maybe we can have all the warm and happiness with no stomachache?"

Levi did not answer you

“We can ignore each other for the rest of our lives if it’s what you want but that would hurt me much deeper than any mean word you have ever said to me”

You took his face between your arms, finally being able to make eye contant and to reach his lips

“Let me reciprocate your feelings” You said before kissing him

Just for him to return your kiss a few seconds later 

#shingeki no kyojin x reader #shingeki no kyojin imagine #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi x mc #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman scenario #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman imagine #levi scenario #levi imagine #levi ackerman fanfiction

[little-diable]

Once Lovers, Now Enemies - Bucky x Reader x Steve (dark!smut)

Okay I needed to write this, I couldn't stop thinking about this idea and I love how this turned out. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has been running away from Bucky and Steve, the lovers she now hates with all her heart. But what happens if they find her, what happens if she loses her memories due to a fight and can't recall that the lovers she once had are now her enemies?

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, threesome, double penetration, oral (f and m), heavy heavy heavy dubcon (probably noncon), memory loss

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader x Steve Rogers (2.4k)

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Steve’s eyes followed her every move, body pressed against the wall, trapping herself with no way out. Both Bucky and Steve were standing close by, staring at the woman that had once belonged to their team, the woman that had suddenly disappeared without a warning, the woman both men had loved for years.

“Let me go, Steve.” (Y/n)’s eyes flickered between both men, her heart twisted in pain as she recalled all those nights she had spent with the two pressed against her body, taking care of her needs. She hadn’t been in the right headspace back then, had needed the two to cosy her along as she felt lost and confused.

But now, after years of hiding and running away, she no longer felt that pull in her chest, the love she had once fostered for the two was no longer there, it no longer was the only thing that kept her alive. Disgust flooded through her as she stared at the two and the calloused fingers they would run up her body, hands she had once loved and now hated like the winter hated the summer.

(Y/n) could still remember the day she had finally seen through their game, their possessive ways, their sick and twisted behaviour. It had been her turn to free herself and her only resolution had been running away.

“There’s no way out, doll.” Bucky stepped closer, about to touch her as (y/n) reached for her boot, pulling out the knife she always carried around with her. Moments before Bucky could grasp onto her she stabbed her knife into his side, pushing him away to make a run for the door. She crashed to the ground, crying out as Steve straddled her back, keeping her pinned to the floor.

(Y/n) could no longer move, her head had hit the ground, knocking her out before she could cry out for help. Blood was dripping from her forehead, she fell limp, allowing Steve to pick her up, carrying her out of the room with Bucky in tow, gloved hand pressed against his bleeding side.

---

When she woke up again, (y/n) needed to take a moment to figure out where she was, her head throbbed, just like her body. No longer was she wearing her clothes, but she found herself dressed in an oversize shirt. The mattress she was laying on felt harder than she could remember, though familiar enough for her to recognise her surroundings.

Before (y/n) could stumble out of the bed to find her way out of the tower, the door got pushed open. Bucky and Steve studied her, eyes flickering up and down her body. She froze, didn’t move as she heard the door being locked, trapping her once again.

“Good morning, doll. Breakfast?” Bucky placed a plate down, filled with foods she couldn’t stomach. Her insides were churning, bile rose in her throat as her legs began to tremble, struggling to support her. Steve had to grasp onto her before she could tumble to the ground once again, keeping her locked against his body.

“Come on, let’s lay down again.” She wanted to struggle, but she couldn’t, didn’t have the strength to push herself away from him, so, (y/n) allowed the tall man to place her back down on the bed. Tiredness washed over her, pushing her in and out of reality, telling her that she would black out any moment now.

“You need to eat, darling.” Steve reached for the plate as Bucky pushed (y/n) into his side, holding onto the woman both men had been searching for. It felt good to have her back in his arms, like a blanket he had been missing, like a warm hug on a December evening, like a lover that had just returned after years of being away.

“No, please.” (Y/n) choked out, rubbing her eyes, trying to push Bucky away.

“Don’t be a brat, doll. We’re just trying to help you.” They were toying with her mind, pushing her into a dark corner, into a submissive state she hadn’t been in for years. The two of them held a special power over her, knowing that they could easily push her back into the memories she had tried to hide from.

“Why am I here?” She felt Bucky’s hands move up her naked thigh, moving closer to her heat, no longer patient with her stuttering self. For months he had tried to imagine what being inside of her had felt like, wondering how he could ever forget about the most heavenly feeling.

“Why shouldn’t you be here? You were never gone, doll.”

What?

(Y/n) could barely remember anything, her head was spinning, keeping her from remembering what had happened in those past hours, but the last thing she could remember clearly was showering with Bucky, kissing his body as hot water ran down her body. She didn’t know where that feeling came from, that urge to move away from her lovers, had she dreamt of something dark? Had they done something she couldn’t recall?

A string of incoherent words left (y/n), her blurred vision kept her from taking in Bucky and Steve, otherwise, she probably would have noticed that they didn’t look like in her memories, both had clearly aged, something (y/n) couldn’t focus on.

“Maybe we need to distract you for a bit, darling. It was just a bad dream.” Steve’s breath fanned over her throat, lips met her skin, his beard scratched along her neck, feeling unfamiliar and strange. But the feeling of Bucky’s hand reaching her core distracted her from Steve’s touch, drowning out the voice in the back of her head, desperately trying to warn her.

“Atta girl,” raspy moans bled from her lips, eyes fluttering close to relish in their touches, the warmth they brought upon her like sun rays that were dancing on her skin after a harsh winter. Both their hands explored her skin, Bucky pushed her panties aside, calloused, experienced fingers brushed through her slit, coating his digits with her arousal, while Steve’s hands disappeared beneath her shirt, cupping her breasts, pinching her hardening nipples.

Her body was no longer used to the sensations, could still clearly recall all those years away from them, but her brain didn’t seem to catch up, keeping her rational thoughts from reaching her. She moaned and cried for them, shuffling closer to her lovers, finding herself pressed between both men - a strange feeling of security and safety crashed upon her, weighing her in false comfort.

“See, doesn’t that feel good, doll?” (Y/n) nodded her head, her eyes found Bucky’s, fighting against the urge to clamp her thighs together, to keep his hand locked between them forever. He pumped two fingers into her core, she trembled and quivered, not knowing whose touch she should focus on.

“I want to feel her mouth on my cock,“ Steve gave Bucky a slight push. „It feels like I haven’t fucked your mouth for years, darling.” (Y/n) didn’t understand the equivocation of his words, and didn’t even question Steve’s choice of words. Slowly Bucky let go of her, helping (y/n) onto all fours, he followed her down the bed, placing himself between Steve’s thighs so that he could eat her out while she would go down on Steve.

Silently both men found themselves praying that she wouldn’t see through their charade, that she would stay blissfully oblivious, allowing them to toy with her. Perhaps they would even understand the severity of what they had done if they weren’t blinded by their needs and urges, the heavy feeling of missing her that kept them selfishly clinging to (y/n).

Both Steve and Bucky shuffled out of their clothes as (y/n) tried to place herself. (Y/n) didn't seem to notice the wound on Bucky's side, the way he had wrapped it up to stop his bleeding. She moved her hands up Steve‘s thighs, stabilizing herself as she lowered her mouth down to his hardening cock. Her tongue moved up his length, swirling around his tip - it felt as if she had never done something else, knowing exactly how to tease him. Bucky slung his arms around her thighs, lowering her cunt down to his face, brushing his own tongue through her slit.

All three were one big moaning mess, (y/n) tried to take all of Steve’s cock, but she was too eager, choking around him as his hips jerked up. Her cries filled the room, sending sparks down to Bucky’s cock, twitching in anticipation. Her taste clung to his taste buds, filling him with that comforting feeling of finally having her back.

“That’s our girl, you’re doing so well, darling.” Bucky moaned in confirmation as (y/n) arched her back, trying to stay focused, not thinking straight as Bucky’s tongue kept on fucking her. Her hair found itself tangled in Steve’s grasp, not giving her a second to breathe, he fucked her mouth like she belonged right there, choking and gasping for relief.

(Y/n)’s head was spinning, pleasure burst through her veins like a firecracker being alight, taking up every inch of her rushing blood, poisoning it with their touch. Without another warning she came on Bucky’s tongue, the same time Steve came down her throat, filling her cheeks with his hot cum.

Both men glanced at one another, silently communicating as (y/n) tried to catch her breath, collapsing on Steve’s thighs. She felt them shift, letting go of her as they moved around on the big mattress.

Bucky pushed her down onto his front, forcing her to straddle his thighs, while Steve moved behind her, preparing to take her the same time Bucky would. Both could still recall all those times they had fucked her while she choked on their names, heart racing, threatening to burst out of her chest. Now, as she was still relying on the memories from years ago, she couldn’t find anything wrong with the situation she found herself stuck in.

“Ready for us both, doll? You’re dripping down on me.” Bucky spat into his hand, he pumped his cock a few times before he told (y/n) to move closer, aligning her heat with his tip. Slowly she sank down on his length, whimpering in pain, walls no longer used to his size, how he filled her like no other man ever could.

“Fuck, Steve, she feels so good.” This was all Steve needed to hear, he pushed himself closer, keeping her pressed down onto Bucky’s cock. He wasn’t patient with her, ripped her open as he entered her from behind, groaning as her tightness engulfed him.

Words spluttered from her lips, words both men didn’t spare any attention to, only focused on their own pleasure and the feeling of her swallowing their cocks. Merciless thrusts speared her, fluttering walls struggled to clamp down on them, desperately trying to adjust, even though they wouldn’t let her.

“You’re taking us so well, that’s our girl.” Steve pulled her down for a kiss, eyes keeping hooked onto Bucky’s, even as (y/n) moaned into his mouth. For a moment or two, her inner voice found its strength again, calling out to her to wake up, to force herself to remember what had happened, but the feeling of both men fucking her at the same time seemed to distract her.

(Y/n) swallowed thickly, her second orgasm was creeping closer, would hurl her over the edge without any mercy, rocking through her like a tsunami clashing upon a small seaside town, robbing lives as it took over the land.

“I, oh god,” her words got stuck in her throat, clawing through her, not allowing her to speak her thoughts. The nagging feeling wouldn’t let go of her, wanting to warn her, to make her aware of the situation she was stuck in, but as Bucky’s thumb met her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves, her eyes fluttered close, savouring the feeling.

The sound of their bodies clashing together filled the room, Steve fucked her more carefully than Bucky, hoping to drag out the moment for as long as possible, but Bucky was prepared to cum, to fill her like he hadn’t done in years.

“We won’t ever let you go again, you belong to us, don’t you?” Steve’s words rang in her ears, vibrating on her skin like a poem written in the depth of the night. She could only nod, couldn’t reply as she was searching for the right words. (Y/n) hated the way her body reacted to his words, blindsided and trapped, desperately ringing for words she could use to tell them how much she loved them.

But did she really love them? Didn’t the nagging voice in the back of her head warn her, tried to keep her away from the men that were currently fucking her into oblivion?

“Forever ours, doll.” Bucky pushed her over the edge, kept circling her clit with his thumb, guiding her through her orgasm with his touch. Steve followed her shortly after, hands placed on her waist to keep himself stabilised, burning his fingerprints into her skin.

Lazily both men kept on thrusting into her cunt, Bucky was the last one to give in, his cock twitched as his heat filled her just like Steve’s, clinging to her body. He caught her trembling frame, pressed her against his chest, an act she misinterpreted as protective and loving, not seeing through his facade, his possessive self.

“Sleep, darling. We will take care of you.” Steve pressed kisses to her cheeks, smiling as she yawned into the crook of Bucky’s neck. She felt content and safe, falling asleep in the arms of the men she had once called her lovers and now her enemies.

“Jarvis,” Bucky murmured, eyes not letting go of her drowsy frame. “(Y/n) no longer has the authorization to leave this room.”

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『Haikyuu!!』

Fluff Oneshot

Winter Wonderland Collab

❝ A Very Special Christmas Eve ❞

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime

Warning: None, just some fluff, and mention of one death, and iwa being the husband material he is

Genre: F L O O F

Words: 2.6k

Notes:

- F!Reader

A/N: heres my piece for the winter wonderland collab!! Hope yall enjoy this one!!

Winter Wonderland Masterlist

Your legs swing from side to side as you snuggle closer to the pillow in your arms. The black screened TV stares back at your bored eyes lifelessly, as if expecting you to turn it on. You heave another heavy sigh when you receive a text notification from Hajime. You open the message and a wry smile naturally comes to your lip when you see your husband’s messages.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N…. I dont think i can make it to movie night tonight,,, I still have so many work to do at the office”

You correct your position on the couch before facing your phone again and replying to Hajime’s messages. 

“It’s okay hub :) dont work too hard now <3”

You close your phone and go back to staring around your empty living room. How many times has this been already, you thought to yourself. 

Ever since Hajime got promoted at his workplace, he has been busier than ever. Of course you're happy for him and you appreciate him doing so much to provide for you both but you can't help but to feel lonely sometimes.

Before his promotion, it's already been a tradition for the two of you to have a movie night together so you can relax and spend some quality time as a married couple.

Even still, he does a lot of things to make it up to you, like making you breakfast early in the morning before you wake up, kissing your forehead and cheeks whenever he gets home after work and a lot more. Just to show his affection and love for you even though he's constantly busy and swamped with works.

You check your phone again to see a new message from Hajime. He tells you that you can go to sleep first, since he'll probably be back at a later time. As you type out your reply for him, you can't help but notice the date shown on top of your phone screen.

It's nearing Christmas. Precisely one week from today. You think back on the memories you shared with Hajime from your previous years of spending Christmas Eve with him. 

Those moments are your favourite memories with Hajime of them all. It feels so nice to enjoy a meaningful holiday together with someone you love. Your smile fades as you remember back on how busy Hajime has been.

“Maybe we can't celebrate Christmas Eve together this year….”

You can't help but to feel a little bit disappointed at that realization, but you tried to stay positive...for Hajime's sake. You don't want to burden him by asking him to leave his work early just because you wanted to spend some more time with him. 

“What?? You don't think Iwa-ch--- I mean, Hajime-kun can be home for Christmas Eve because he'd be busy with his work??”

You silently sip your bubble tea as you stare at Oikawa's shocked face through the screen of your computer. After fiddling with the straw a bit, you nod your head at his question. 

“Y/N-chan, that's ridiculous! No matter how busy he may be, he can't possibly miss spending an important holiday like that with you.”

“I don't know, Oikawa….He's been busy these past few days. And I honestly won't be surprised if he's going to be busy again until Christmas Eve.”

You let out a heavy sigh and Oikawa gives a look of sympathy at you. 

You slump back into your chair and take another sip of your drink until there's nothing left in the cup, filling the empty silence between you two. There is a faint sound of people talking in a foreign language from Oikawa's side of the screen.

“I'm not trying to be ungrateful or anything since I know he's working hard for the both of us but….”

You bring your knees from under the table and hug it closer to your face, covering your entire face. 

“I just...I don't know if I can handle being alone for Christmas Eve without Hajime.”

You mumble those words through your hidden face, not really caring if Oikawa heard that or not but from the way his soft voice calls out your name, you assume he did. 

You hide your pained face in your knees for a lot longer, not noticing the clicking sound coming from behind you. Not until you hear Oikawa calling out your husband's name in a panic do you finally lift your head from the safe spot of your knees.

You stare at Hajime who's still in his suit. He came back rather early today. 

Hajime furrows his eyebrows at Oikawa when seeing how you were just hiding your face in your knees a few moments ago. 

“Hey, Shittykawa. You weren't trying to make Y/N cry were you?”

The sharp tone of his voice sends a chill down Oikawa's spine and he quickly laughs it off with a smile.

“Hajime-kun, that's mean!! I would never do that to my best friend's wife!”

Hajime puts a hand around your shoulder and lowers his face a bit to match the level of your computer screen before continuing to bicker again with Oikawa. 

The scene seems nostalgic to you, bringing your memories again to the times you were in high school. You can't help but to smile softly at them, enjoying their bickering a bit more before deciding that it's getting late and you and Hajime best return to bed by now.

After you close your computer, you turn to Hajime and he immediately plants a kiss on top of your forehead as he always does whenever he comes back. 

“You're home early today.”

You comment while wrapping your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest and taking in the soft beating of his heartbeats.

“Yeah, I finished my work early today.”

He heaves a weary sigh as he replies to you, and you plant another kiss on the bridge of his nose before grinning. 

“Well, I'm glad I could snuggle with you tonight while we're sleeping then.”

You both share a kiss before going off to do your night routine. 

After you're done with your night routines, you climb onto your bed and snuggle into your soft pillow before pulling out your phone to kill some time while waiting for Hajime to finish his shower. 

When you feel a big hand being placed on top of your shoulder, you close your phone and turn back to face Hajime with a soft smile. 

“So what were you talking with Oikawa about?”

Hajime starts as the both of you get under the duvet. 

“Just catching up and asking him how he's been. He seems to be pretty happy there. Oh, and, it seems that he's still having a hard time trying to not call you Iwa-chan.”

You giggle a bit when remembering back how Oikawa kept referring to Hajime as Iwa-chan like he used to in high school while the both of you were in a video call just now. Now that you're also an “Iwaizumi”, he can't really use the nickname “Iwa-chan” for Hajime anymore. 

Hajime hums a bit before nodding.

“Can't say I'm surprised there.”

He pulls you into a hug and you close the distance between you two by snuggling into his chest. You could smell the fresh scent of the body soap he used. It was calming and very like him. 

“Something’s bothering you, isn’t it?”

The sudden question almost makes you flinch in his arms. You can’t afford to let him know now but you can’t bring yourself to cover it up and lie to him either. Especially because of how sharp and attentive he can be towards you. 

“Yeah… a bit. I was just wondering about that coworker I told you about before.”

Hajime looks down at you and seems thoughtful for a moment.

“You’re still worried about how she would cope with her husband’s death?”

You nod in his chest and tighten your arms around his sturdy build.

Technically, it’s not a lie. You were extremely concerned and worried about your coworker who recently just lost her husband. You can’t help but think, if you were in her place, how would you handle it.

“Losing someone as important as your partner is certainly something that’s hard to cope with. But, knowing that now they’re in a better place up there, watching over you and wanting you to go through life, full of smiles...I think that just makes you feel a lot better. You might not be able to be together now, but one day, you will reunite and you’ll have an eternal span of time to be together.”

You look up at Hajime who’s stroking your hair softly. You didn’t expect him to say all that. Those words just made your heart clench more and you pull on his shirt to lower his face and give him a kiss on his lips. 

“Hajime you’re more destructive than I originally thought....”

You bury your face in his chest again, hiding your steaming face and leaving your husband confused.

Days passed and it’s finally Christmas Eve. Many people are in the shopping district, buying the necessities for their home decor and ingredients for cooking. As always, you had bought everything beforehand so as to avoid the gathering crowd.

It’s nearing evening and you can see many young couples around, sitting together and gazing at the decorations in the shopping district. You can’t help but to look at them with nostalgia. It reminded you so much of your younger days with Hajime.

You shake the thought from your head and continue walking away. You chose to take a detour after you’re done with work today, just so you could take a look at the busy shopping district. Since it’s Christmas Eve today, you thought that you’ll start decorating your house when you get back home.

“Hajime’s probably gonna be busy today and tomorrow too so I can take my time a bit,” you mumble to yourself and continue making your way through the district.

Moments after you said that, you received a text message from Hajime that weighs upon your heart like a heavy rock.

”Babe, I’m so sorry I can’t make it home before 12…. Seems like we’ll miss spending time together for this year’s Christmas Eve. Im so sorry again, i know how much you’ve been looking forward to Christmas Eve every year but the work just keep on piling up. And for Christmas tomorrow too...I’m so sorry.”

You thought that maybe if he can’t make it for Christmas Eve, you would have had time to spend on Christmas the next day. You have to accept the fact that this year, there’s just no other way other than to spend it alone and being wrapped up in your blanket. You honestly much prefer Hajime’s strong arms to wrap you up, though.

Christmas Eve is considered to be one of the most popular days to celebrate as a couple and you truly enjoyed spending it with Hajime every year. That’s why you value the celebration so much and you honestly don’t want to celebrate it with anyone else other than him.

Although your main concern right now is more towards the fact that he’s been working too much lately. You’re definitely worried about his health more than anything right now.

“It’s really okay bb! Im grown up now and i know we cant celebrate Christmas eve together every year :) Im just worried that youve been working too much and havent had much rest lately :(( make sure to take care of yourself u hear me ??!”

You see him replying with a promise that he will, and that somehow put you at ease. You tell him you'll reach home soon and send a last 'I love you' message before turning off your phone and picking up your pace.

“I’m home….”

You open the lock and step inside the empty and dark house. 

But something feels wrong.

At the center of the living room, you can make out several colourful light bulbs hanging from a Christmas tree.

“Huh….that’s weird. I didn’t remember putting anything there….”

In fact, you haven't even started decorating yet. It makes you wonder if you have decorated the living room while you were asleep.

“But I'm pretty sure it was empty around here before I left for work….”

You look around your house once more and sure enough, it's filled to the brim with Christmas decoration. Your heart flutters at the sight, completely disregarding the odd fact that the house has already been decorated even though you don't remember doing so.

All of a sudden, you feel a pair of strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer before all the lights in the house are turned on. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

The soft voice of Hajime coming from behind startled you a bit, but that doesn't stop the tears that're welling up in your eyes.

“Hajime?! But-- I thought that--”

When you feel his grip around you loosens, you turn around to face him, not really realizing the tears that are threatening to fall down your eyes.

“Surprise?”

He says with a shrug and a grin before embracing you once again. You bury your face in his chest and before you know it, you're already starting to let the tears and a few hiccups out.

Hearing you crying, Hajime quickly releases you with his eyes wide, inspecting your face while you try to hide it in your hands.

“Y/N, what's wrong?”

You can hear his panicked voice calling for you and your hiccups slowly turn into a soft laughter.

“S-sorry...it's just, I really wasn't expecting this and…..All this time I've just felt so lonely thinking that you won't be able to spend Christmas with me but… but this surprise really caught me off guard and my tears just started...”

You try to explain through your tear stained face with a smile. Hearing that explanation, Hajime releases a relieved sigh and cups your cheek in his hands before moving it closer to plant a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Sorry I made you feel that way, honey.”

You shake your head and give him another kiss on the lips. You both stare at each other for a moment before letting out a soft giggle. 

As he leads you to the dining room, he explains to you how he's been busy working overnight the days before so that he can get an early leave for Christmas Eve. He wants to make a surprise Christmas celebration with you so he took it upon himself to decorate and cook all the food before you came back home from work. 

“Hajime, I really appreciate you doing this for me….”

You stroke his face and bring it closer but all of a sudden you flick your fingers to his forehead, thankfully not too hard so your fingers aren't too damaged from the hit. 

“But what did I tell you about working too hard, hmmm?? You better be getting enough rest after this or else!”

Your husband just looks at you with a deadpan expression before heaving a small sigh. 

“It's okay, I don't have to go to work tomorrow so I plan to rest anyway.”

He sneaks in another kiss, completely catching you off guard and almost making you forgive him right away if not thanks to your strong wife's willpower.

“Oh but...tomorrow's Christmas so….”

You look at him again and a smile automatically graces your lips in a matter of seconds. 

“We get to spend the whole day together on Christmas then.”

You hum those words out, and skip your way into the dining room with a smiling Hajime following closely behind you. 

“Yeah, I'm looking forward to it.”

That night, the Iwaizumi household is filled with laughter as they dine and chat together, spending their time and valuing each other's company as a happy married couple.

The End

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[thecreepiestcarrie]

I've been quite bewildered as to how Johnny Depp lost his appeal against the clearly-biased judgement of Judge Nicol so I went through the official Court of Appeal Judgement. And what did I find there? More examples of this bias against Johnny.

I now have an answer to my question of how did Johnny lose the appeal, with all of the knowledge that we gained during this trial taken into consideration - how could it be upheld that the Sun calling him a 'wife beater' was factually correct?

Because Nicol went the way that the money and all of his not-so-covert connections told him to.

It was Rigga Morris, girl. Completely rigged. You don't just take on Rupert Murdoch's empire and win, even if you have the truth and a wide selection of the public on your side.

Basically it's 14 pages of 'Nicol said this and it's true so nyeh' and the court of appeal just dodging the many holes in his logic/judgement. Nicol is right, Johnny is wrong and everything Scum ever did wrong has a reasonable explanation and she's definitely not a gold digger and that's all that matters. No matter what Scamber says at any point in time, she is correct. Did she just contradict herself? No, she didn't, this is actually what she meant...

Page 3, section 1: Mr Depp did extensive damage to a house which he had rented and wrote offensive graffiti about Ms Heard (shown in photographs), some in paint and some in his own blood. While it does not necessarily follow that angry and jealous behaviour of this kind would involve physical violence against Ms Heard, the Judge evidently regarded it as making her allegations more likely to be true. section 2: He does not explicitly admit acts of assault against Ms Heard, but again the Judge regarded the admissions as making it more plausible that he did in fact commit such acts

A heavy feature of this judgment is the shit-ton of assumptions that are made and then stubbornly stuck to without a clear line from the evidence to the conclusion that was reached.

Page 4, section 10: Mr Caldecott’s (Johnny's barrister) first complaint concerned the treatment of what he said were clear admissions by Ms Heard, recorded in taped conversations, that she had more than once herself been the aggressor in incidents of physical violence between her and Mr Depp. [...] he said that the admissions were important because it was Ms Heard’s evidence throughout that she never initiated any physical violence against Mr Depp (as opposed to responding to violence from him): if that was untrue it was bound to put in question the credibility of her evidence about what happened.

Page 5, section 13: The admissions apparently made in these tapes were relied on in the closing submissions on behalf of Mr Depp at the trial as one of the general matters adversely affecting Ms Heard’s credibility, and the Judge addressed the point [...]

Shit Judge Nicol says:::::

"In her evidence, Ms Heard said that she did sometimes throw pots and pans at Mr Depp but only to try and escape him and as a means of self-defence. She also said at times in Argument 2 she was being sarcastic."

"In my view no great weight is to be put on these alleged admissions by Ms Heard to aggressive violent behaviour. [...] nonetheless true, that these conversations [the taped confrontations] are quite different to evidence in court. A witness giving evidence in court does so under an oath or affirmation to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Questioning can be controlled by the judge. Questions which are unclear can be re-phrased. If a question is not answered, it can be pressed (subject to the court's control) and if still unanswered may be the proper object of comment. None of those features applied to these conversations which, in any event, according to Ms Heard had a purpose or purposes different from simply conveying truthful information. (para 175)"

You can't put weight on to the taped conversations/confessions from Scamber because they did not take place in court... Okay, sure, why not, let's pretend that's how you operate. If that was the case, how come the circumstances behind the creation of the evidence for her case isn't questioned/doesn't impact on how much weight he allocates to them? Why does he disallow the tapes to sway him? But then pays full attention to Scamber's evidence of texts to family/friends and writings in her diary? Selective hearing, but more like selective weighing.

Page 6, section 14: Mr Caldecott submitted that the reasoning in para. 175 showed a fundamentally flawed approach to fact-finding because it gave an unjustified special priority to the status of witness evidence. [...] He also said that the Judge’s approach in this regard was inconsistent, because in many other instances he placed great weight on contemporaneous materials when making a finding against Mr Depp.

It's true and I'm glad he said it, but in the next section, the court of appeal knocks this down. They are sticking to Nicol's bullshit story and they are sticking to it until the ship is completely sunk to the bottom of the ocean with Titanic.

Section 15: We do not believe that that is a correct understanding of what the Judge was saying [...] In our view it is clear that the Judge was making a more specific point about the weight to be attached to these particular statements because of the particular circumstances in which they were made.

Page 12, section 40: If the statement in Ms Heard’s witness statement that the $7m “was donated” to charity [...] is to be understood to mean literally that the full $7m had already been paid, that is clearly contradicted by the further evidence, and her statement was accordingly misleading.

But that doesn't call her credibility into question? Nicol believes Scamber when she says her taped confessions were sarcastic, but doesn't believe that Johnny was speaking in exaggerated falsities when texting a friend about his abuser - Nicol picks and chooses which tone to pay attention to in order to suit his own agenda.

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These are just some exerts that I thought were interesting and show the nature of the judgement. I'm not sure how much I will be posting about the UK case anymore (I do have some posts about specific issues sitting in my drafts (about the James Cordon appearance casting doubts over all of AH's admissions, about the audio tapes and why they are ridiculously important, about Johnny's MRSA), but nothing like the other deep dives I was doing), because as I've stated before, I have become convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt of Johnny's innocence and because now that this judgement has been handed down by the Court of Appeals, the whole UK case is all over red rover so it doesn't seem super relevant to keep going on about this trial that is now dead and buried. The evidence that I have gone through and posted here, I can make sense of that. But this judgement and any thing in a similar vein, there's no chance of me ever making sense of that, so shall I just quit while I'm ahead? Yes.

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[thequeensofmemes]

The Great S01E01 Quotes

I overheard my father talking last night.

He said your father is a fool, that you have practically no money,

and that you'll soon lose everything.

I don't think that's true.

We had strawberries last night.

God, you are a child.

I am to be married!

Who would marry you?

Does this crazy man know your family situation?

They have bears.

They look cute.

You look taller in your portrait.

Send her back. Get me a tall one.

She's not another inbred, is she?

It wasn't mentioned.

I assure you, I am of sound mind, sir.

I wrote a letter?

We threw a little something together.

Your family, apparently, are fucked.

Wedding's at seven.

I have to get back to my whores. Horses. Horses.

Aren't you gorgeously optimistic?

She is a vision of radiance.

I must make my introduction.

Oh, God is a cruel master.

I saw soldiers on the road on my trip.

Oh shit, maybe we lost.

It's like the sun has floated into our court and exploded.

No, you don't talk, my love.

Let us hope my seed has found purchase.

Brief is often a relief.

The truth is, we do not know each other.

I will cut your throat.

I like it. Yes, that's better.

You are a witch.

You must break a lot of glasses.

I would not bury her. I could not bear the thought

of never seeing her.

Someone should work out what goes on

between a chap and his mother. There'd be money in that.

It may indeed be pleasant to have a wife.

How sweet you are. I could put you in my mouth

and you would dissolve.

I will be your dearest friend and confidante. You will need one.

Most of the women have tongues in the shape of a cat‐o'‐nine‐tails.

We cannot read.

Might I escort you to your apartments?

It was uncharacteristically clever of him.

Do not be boring

and have a peasant's morality.

Please, make your husband happy.

Is that not what you came here to do? Is it not hard, though, to share?

The decisions must weigh heavy.

You will bear my heirs. There is no higher use.

You are slow of mind and wit.

Will it stop you talking about dull things? And I jest, of course. Sort of.

My father won battles. He expanded the kingdom.

I make women happy. Sometimes they yelp like newborn puppies. It's a lovely thing.

Women are for seeding, not reading.

Man will never be free until the last king has been strangled with the entrails of the last priest.

Are you pregnant?

This is bigger than you and your happiness.

My father was in the military. He said that to some, war is merely a chess game, and to others, a horror of responsibility for the blood of men. Where do you fall on this?

There's no point owning these people if you can't use them as you wish.

If you had shown me an ounce of kindness, I was ready with a heart full of love.

I'm glad she's not alive to see this. Not that I'm glad she's dead. I'm not. Never. Sometimes. Just once.

Don't look at me like that. You're a disappointment to me, too.

You will die here in content old age, having given me many hours of pleasure and service, and many heirs. Boys, preferably.

This has never happened to a woman before.

What am I to do? Just live at someone else's whim?

Ever since I was a child, I felt like greatness was in store for me. A great life, I felt. Like God himself had spat me forth to land on this Earth and in some way transform it.That I was here for a reason, a purpose.

Why did He make you a woman, then?

For comedy, I guess.

#rp meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #rp memes #period drama rp meme

[popcornbutterflymedia]

it’s a little before seven in the evening as i am attempting to begin writing this post on the day a former president has died. in other words, i am winging it and praying it comes out half decent. i have been winging all my the posts for this show, but writing this post about this particular episode at the tail end of the last week is interesting, to say the least.

upon first viewing on iwanttfc, i had already tweeted “consider this the soul of the show.” at this point we’re not even halfway to the entire series. that declaration carries such weight, but this episode did prove to be the soul of the series. this is also the first episode i’ve had a visceral reaction to, beyond the understandable kilig. i was lightheaded, stumped, and on the verge of tears after the first episode viewing, that’s probably why this is taking awhile to put out.

this also feels like an episodic answer to a lot of questions.

max has entered the lion’s den, lost, but with her defenses up. deib was less than prepared to fight back, considering the circumstances, but he was quick to gather his wits about him, pinning max where he is at an advantage. even now, as i am writing it, i feel it - it’s a notch above giddiness, it’s an awareness, it’s pushing the envelope in a way that’s right for their age, but still surprising, and refreshing. it’s the naughtiness of the sly smiles, the role reversal, and the trading of banter, all of them collectively are building blocks to max and deib’s dynamic.

the banter graduates to actual conversation, that, for people who are considered arch rivals, is surprisingly decent, and seemingly cordial. both max and deib give as good as they get, much like a tennis rally where either one refuses to be on the losing end. this amuses to no end, and ups the kilig factor in such an intelligent and substantial way. this is how you know, this part of the series is their story. more on this later.

outside of the boy’s room, the banter becomes a challenge, a daring as represented by a pool table, and the number of games that such table hosts. these pool games between benison’s star player and mindoro’s top billiard player, and pool center fixture, these games are metaphors, with the stakes higher each game, for their rivalry, and their curiosity about each other. more so his curiosity about this slip of a girl who he finds difficult to win against. i daresay, at some point he gave up trying to win, and just gave in seeing her in a different light. deib’s eyes give him away, and as for donny’s eyes, finally doing the work, this is it, and it’s a sight to see, a growth to enjoy.

it’s a given that belle makes donny’s job easier for him. four episodes in, and i am still in awe at belle’s ability to transform. it’s still surprising, how she willingly gets lost in character. i am watching max, but she doesn’t make me forget that i am watching belle. it’s a weird thing i have watching actors in character - i am aware i am watching both the character and the actor wholly and simultaneously, and belle is one of the few who makes me do that with ease.

deib’s mother announces her presence, interrupts the pool tournament shaping up between taguro and sensui.

in front of his mother, deib the star bear, the alpha disappears. he signals for max to leave, and just when she was about to, max is invited to join them for dinner. it is insisted that she join her for dinner. he warns his friend: 'don't say anything that will get us into trouble' prompting said friend, max to wonder, what could she ever say that will put them both in trouble?

at the dinner table, the silence weighs heavy between mother and son. a silence foreign to the lone guest, a silence she attempts to diffuse, by talking about anything other than subjects, as touchy as family, and the like. then again, between this mother and son, the line between touchy and permissible topics of conversation are blurred and fragile.

food! food is a free for all, food is a benign subject. the food's delicious, is it her own recipe? max is genuinely curious ma'am. the woman across the table laughs off such a formal honorific. call her auntie, she says. 'tita' is more like it. 'tita' it is, max decides. not stopping there, max asks if she'd gone to one of deib's games to see his lay ups and three pointers. she regaled him with embellished stories of his reputation, of being an all around star student and an instant friend. this, much to the mother's relief - her son is apparently surrounded by good people. max was able to do all this, when all deib asked of her was to not get both of them, into trouble. just like that, the girl single handedly broke the tension and dispelled the air of formality, in a way no one else has. if that isn't enough of a surprise for deib, max held the door open for him, and granteded him access to his own mother's heart, and let hope spring in his own.

after dinner, we find max and deib in his room, steeped in the assigned work. it's an easy silence between them, proof that from that dinner encounter, something new and beautiful and unnamed grew between them. he pays her his due, and thanks her for not damaging his reputation more in front of his own mother. so he knows how to say thank you, after all, she's surprised...in jest. he allows it. and so insues an exchange of histories, and fears and lessons. she reads him so perfectly, he's supposed to be scared, or condemn her, or banish her from this earth, or whatever it is the deib lhor enrile does to those who get a bit too close for comfort. he, instead allows it, giving her unprecedented access to his friends, his brother, his heart. and his heartbreaks. he dares to get closer himself, in the most physical sense so the curiosity planted at the pool table grew exponentially. that is until she breaks the spell. there is resistance in letting him in, which he knows to hold against her. he wins, and she relents. we learn of a ghost of a past love, a young love. a better player than deib is.

just a note though: for a past love who ghosted her, max boasts of rj being the better basketball player still. this could be true, based on who I am guessing rj is, but consider this: could she be clinging onto the untarnished memory she has of this first love, disregarding the pain she was caused, because straying away from that memory will allow her the space to fall, and that's what she promised herself she would never do? if that's the case, max is just as complex as deib is, maybe even more so.

after knowing her story, he did promise to go up against this ghost of a lover, in a one on one game of basketball and win it for her. someone is making her promises now. that's unsettling.

meanwhile, the barb is winding down as alpha two plus lorde strolls in. they keep it open for the boys who are in for a later night shot of caffeine, sweets, a shot at love perhaps?

art and sweets and flirtatious, funny quips are choice ammunition in this game of love, or something like it. naih's confidence is legendary. she gets away with her boldness because of criza's charm. joao, you know, that boy always makes it work.

tob and michiko are easy, because rhys and kaori make it easy. i understand the visual. I get the chemistry. I swear I get the hype. I have been waiting for this. you all know that. they've only cemented their place in the industry as new partnership, and there are hardly any words for it, a chemistry this strong. theirs is an unspoken connection and sincerity that cannot be taught. they are all that.

it is clear, though, that this is deib and max's story. see, I have been hyping myself up for thst tochiko moment, probably from the time when we still had very little news in the junket about donny and belle. and they did deliver, they did not disappoint. max and deib's chemistry surprisingly captured my heart from the get go, though, especially in this episode (as they should, this is, again, their story anyway). if I was a teenager, I would be fawning over tochiko's eye to eye silent conversation and up to now, I still do to some extent. I'm just older now. give me substantial kilig more than anything any day. give me kilig in context. kilig that opens up the heart. kilig with emotional intimacy.

max and deib in the fourth episode is kilig (just as tob and michiko are), but I can't stress enough, just how much and why. from the entire conversation from the banter to the interaction with the mom to the entire encounter in the room, they aren't trying to make us kilig. it isn't exactly sweet, but you'll reach a point where just the mere act of people wanting to have a conversation with you is life changing, when someone cares enough not to put you in more trouble than you expect, matters so much more. it shows you your worth. and that to me is the sweetest most loving thing ever. that is, even before both of them acknowledge that love between them.

a breakthrough has been reached. walls have been shattered.

the day of their school presentation, the event is met with an air of uncertainty, not for the two's lack of skill, but because two people from separate ends of the social spectrum are to work together, which up to that point is unprecedented.

the presentation started out shaky even for max and deib themselves, but once they got drafted, they had the audience, most of them, at least in the palm of their hands.

'we are all bullies, yet we are also victims. the cycle never ends...because we are all trying to survive this cruel world, trying to succeed, trying to grow. trying to discover who we really are. trying to accept who we really are. trying to be accepted for who we really are...'

this was followed by definitive apologies from both deib, for bullying, and max, for judging, and not necessarily helping to make things better. this prompted the entire community to mingle, and make their own apologies.

a few things about this whole moment:

there is such power in calling things as they are, calling things by their name. 'bully' and 'victim' are such weighted words and there is such a relief in taking responsibility for your disgressions and through that responsibility allowing your victim to embraced their pain guiltlessly.

there is also such power and humility, that while one did not do anything explicit, to stop the cycle, they did not do anything to make things better, easier. there is humility in realising that even as a victim your own pain, might have caused more pain to others.

apologies matter. the word 'sorry' matters. and it matters across the board. while metaphorical apologies are in some ways acceptable, and poetic, sometimes, the simpler, the better. a sincere 'sorry' should suffice. no one is ever too old to apologize.

now, even the sincerest words have parameters that are dictated by how many listen, and how many don't. and that's what we cannot control. there is power in recognizing who you are in the community, and that, especially when you are in a place of influence, you have the power to create change. the power to stop the cycle. there is peace in knowing we've done all that we could to make things better, just like deib had his own moment of reckoning.

as for max, the moment she stepped into that school, she was meant to be a trailblazer, and even at this point, she had been nothing but an agent of change.

I am curious now, how she is changed by the newness of her surroundings and the possibility of a budding love?

everything is well and dandy for everyone else, max and deib even had that little moment by the tables, again with the simple but powerful chemistry. everyone is changing (this is a shoutout to melizza again. every time the camera pans to her, especially when max was speaking at the auditorium, you could sense an internal transformation. she knows the assignment well, huh? )...everyone else, but aimee. I feel sorry for her. it makes me want to know more of her story. what makes her cling to being mean? why the volatility? more than anger, there's curiosity. I feel sorry for her. there's more to be told. breakthroughs open the narrative up for more, newer stories.

this was a fast one to write, but I held off until these last few moments, because it's incredibly triggering and just as healing. more than the kilig I understand and we all enjoy, the real message is the importance of communication, telling people how you really feel. don't let them assume and don't assume they know. it's also important to call things as they are, even if it's ugly, even as it hurts. some days, there is no replacement for a 'sorry,' a genuine apology.

be gentle. be kind. listen. everyone, after all, is a story.

#tv #tv: he's into her

[alyssa-ward]

Two Twisted Hearts

Alyssa’s perspective on [ Ak iiqaath yahf zz magg qov ]

Isolation shouldn’t be as hard as it is.  Alyssa spent so long alone in Hillsbrad after Remy left, got used to the isolation.  Then though, she spent most of the time drugged nearly out of her mind, waited on by the demons she had summoned, or fighting in the woods and ruins.

This is different, now she’s fully aware, if exhausted, sitting in her empty charred grove, and waiting for anything at all to happen.  The lack of contact with Kat after the events in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms haunting her, replaying over and over again.

Time is difficult to follow, it feels like it’s been days since she woke, but maybe it was hours, or minutes.  Then the trees part, the grove where the soul of the person holding the dagger appears drawing open again.  The familiar wash of black and white, light and void, fills the space and Kat’s voice comes through in a mix of relief, grief, and panic.  “Alyssa?!”

Aly finds herself not prepared for just how emotional hearing that voice again is.  A flood of her own relief washes over her. "Kat," Alyssa's reply comes tired, but clear enough.

"I'm so sorry..."  Kat’s voice comes through, and with it an overwhelming wave of emotions that crash through the grove.  A mix of joy and guilt.  It’s also not what Alyssa expected at all.  An apology, when she feels guilty herself.  "I thought you were dead. I— There was no sign of you, everything was engulfed in an inferno— It's been days and—" Kat's speech is rapid, as though she’s trying to say too much at once, the thoughts complicated and coming in a rush. "I thought I lost you..."

Much of this is new information, and Alyssa doesn't immediately reply as she takes it all in, though a wash of her own mixed emotions crash back against their shared link. Relief, guilt, joy, all muddled together.  “Days? I had no idea, where are we?  I thought you might've died in the Vale." She tries to keep her words calm and organized.  It would be so easy to let the emotions she’s feeling in the moment to run roughshod over her.  Instead, focused statements, handle what is before her. "I fucked up, I channeled the Light, I was trying to protect your soul and it all went bad. I'm sorry.

"Nearly a week. We're at home." Hearing Kat say that so casually sends another pang through the Warlock.  Home.  Their home.  Kat doesn’t even seem to realize she’d said it. "Nearly died, but..."  A short delay, and Alyssa waits for her partner to finish sorting her thoughts. "That nearly killed me, what you did, but in the end it saved me from making a terrible mistake. I was the one who fucked up, I should have listened to you but I didn't. I didn't think about what could happen when I forced all that energy back over the dagger, I just did it to survive and— I thought I killed you. The dagger was dormant and the guilt—" A crack of Kat’s voice, and another pause, before she says what seems to really be foremost on her mind. "I missed you."

Those words.  Just the simple acknowledgement, and how difficult a time Kat seems to have had.  ‘I missed you’.  It says more than many other things might’ve.  And Kat admitting fault, accepting her role in things.  Aly feels like she’s seeing a different side of the woman she has spent the last year with.  "It's alright, we both fucked up. Never been great at listening to each other," a dry laugh. "I don't think what happened was your fault, you're right, I'm too far gone. Trying to call the Light nearly killed me, it destroyed everything." A pause and she adds after a moment herself, "I thought you were gone. Waking up alone was terrifying. I'm glad you're still here.”

Alyssa finishes her own admissions, hard as they are.  While she speaks, she finally rises from the deadened grasses, crossing the grove.  She threads between the trees into the clearing with Kat’s soul to properly inspect it finally.  Most immediately alarming is the deeper darkness in the Void side of her soul.  A darker black without the violet streaks she’s used to.  A faintly red afterimage surrounds it, lining the edges.  It looks wrong.  For a moment, Aly weighs on asking about it, but then Kat’s words come again, her voice still cracked, it almost sounds like the woman might be crying.

"It's not alright!  You don't understand what it was like to see the dagger just go dark like that, I can't— You're not just some expendable force, I don't think my heart could take that again. I can't—"  Whatever else Kat seemed about to say pulls up short.  Aly lets her have the moment before she’s ready to reply to that.

"I'm here," when Aly does finally reply, it’s with a tone of reassurance, some worry as well.  She finds her thoughts a bit split between the conversation, and the darkness she’s seeing in the soul before her.  "Whatever happened, I'm here. We are in this together, we're still a team. You won't lose me. We take these risks together." A shaky breath across the link, trying to steady herself and the things she is feeling. "I don't want to wake up alone again. I hate not being able to tell what's happening outside. I don't know if you're dead, or you just set me down."

There was a long silence which Kat never broke. Emotions still shifting erratically between moments of calm.  It’s enough for Alyssa.  She doesn’t need Kat to respond to that, it’s enough to know she’s there.  Still, as she slowly circles the soul in the grove, another thought crosses her mind.

She breaks the silence in the end, for a moment she almost asks about her release from this prison, but she shifts at the last moment to a different request instead. "We need a better link. A way to contact each other when you aren't touching the dagger."

"I... I don't know if that's even possible."  Kat’s reply feels halted, Aly chocks it up to surprise.

"I don't either, think on it," Alyssa replies. There are a few long moments, and again a riot of different emotions as the woman in the dagger wrestles with her thoughts. "Hey...Kat?" Some hesitance in her tone now as she realizes there’s something else she needs to say.

"Yeah?"

"Bad at saying what I mean sometimes...this scare was a lot.”  Alyssa starts, steeling herself, forcing the words through against her better judgement.  “Maybe it's the wrong time but I can't leave stuff unsaid again. I love you." She lets those words hang a few moments, and then tries to lighten the heavy moment, "so don't go dying on me. I need you."

It’s stupid.  Kat killed her.  The woman is clearly toxic to her.  She can’t ignore what she’s feeling though, and this was a good reminder that there may never be a chance to say it again.  Kat doesn’t reply right away, but her emotions are still tangible across their link.  They still and quiet for a moment, and then a warm flush of returned emotions from the Director.  Alyssa knows in that moment that her partner feels the same.  It’s a relief.  Not that Kat says it, “Of course you need me, you can’t get around any other way.”

Alyssa’s laugh comes brightly across the link, so much tension gone in that moment as Kat gives such a very Kat like response. "You know that's not what I meant dumbass. Even without the dagger, it'd be the same."

"Yeah, well. I— I need you too. So don't go burning yourself out on me. Again."  More of a verbal acknowledgement of feelings than Alyssa would’ve expected.  It puts her heart at ease.  The last bit though…

"I don't think it will happen again." Alyssa flexes fingers, and tests drawing on Felfire, attempting to conjure flame across her palm, and finds nothing.  Be it weakness or the brush with the Light, her magic doesn’t come.  Can’t reach the Twisting Nether from her prison, can’t even call on her felfire.  Hard to burn yourself out when you can’t reach your magic.

"Good."  Kat’s reply.  Alyssa lets her have it, no reason to worry her more.  Besides, with that moment of shared emotion passed, it’s time to discuss what happened.

"What happened? You're darker." Aly braces for an unpleasant response.

"Well I had to carry on myself. Needed more power."  It’s not an answer, not one that she can use.

'For what?' she doesn't ask it but the question hangs like a weight. Instead she asks the other thing, something that has nagged at her since the start of all this. "Does the silver thread know what risks you are putting their soul at?"  She comes to a stop at one side of Kat’s soul, examining the thin thread of silver that runs through it.  Alyssa has long since come to understand that it’s not part of Kat’s soul, it’s a piece of someone elses, though she couldn’t say who it might belong to.

"There is always collateral to risks."  Another non answer.  It seems Aly has gotten as much heart to heart and emotional honesty out of Kat as she was going to get.

"There is." There are more questions to ask.  About the feral rage she felt during the vale fight.  About the owner of the thread.  About what Kat is seeking power for.  Alyssa realizes though that she has no interest in an argument, or pushing to open closed doors right now.  What she wants, more than anything, is to be happy with the fact that Kat is here, that they are still together, in their own odd way.

"It's something I'll deal with." She sounded final on that note, not a topic she appeared willing to broach. She didn't say anything else, slipping into silence as she often did.

“Mm,” the sound across the link is non-commital.  Aly decides she’s comfortable enough with that. The simple emotional connection of presence.  She reaches a hand out, brushing it tentatively across the glowing surface of the other woman’s soul, and a small smile settles on her lips.  “Welcome back Kat.  I missed you.  I needed you.”  It’s not sent across the link, just a quiet moment for herself, before she eases down to lay on her back in the grass once more, looking up into the swirling riot that is Kat Hawke’s soul.

[ @kat-hawke​ ]

[ Vague mention to @shewolf-jacqueline​ ]

#ic #aly kat #the dagger #ascension

[airakorainies]

So I saw this neat thing flying around Tumblr of Lightwarden aus so with the help of my friend (he’s a wonderful photographer in game. If you want some good pictures too, just send me ask and I can let him know :3)

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So! Here’s mine lol

“Mother, I'm so sorry. Please, I beg of you. Forgive me."

She didn't mean for it to happen. How could she stop it? She was a child frozen in fear. Placed into hiding by her dear mother for protection. The young girl peered through the bushes only to see her mother get cut down in front her. Her hand flew towards the bush and landed just outside of it. She was frozen with fear. She couldn't move. Her breathing grew sharp as she watched the enemies run off. Slowly, she reached out a hand and touched her mother's. Snow Tine.

Guilt plays a tune of melancholy in heart. Each death weighed a heavy toll on her heart. Her eyes would droop with tears of pity as she watched one ally after another get cut down in front of her. A hero? She's no hero. She cannot save the ones she loves.

And then it happened. Those thoughts continued to tear apart her mind and heart until she knew she was unstable. Slowly, she crawled her way out into The Empty. If she were to turn, it'd be best to stay out here. Surely, she would not have to cut down her friends if she was alone. So with the little strength she had left, she called upon Feo Ul. She begged the fairy to trap her in a large bubble, cocoon, a large shard, *anything* so that she may not escape. With the wall raised, she turned.

--> The fight. The Frozen Lament Extreme

~~> Snow Tine the Forgiven Guilt <~~

Class: Demented Summoner

Weapon: Book/Ice that forms around specific limbs for specific purposes

Her appearance matches that of the pictures (will post after), except her horns were moved from the side of her eyes to the bridge of her nose. The horns stretched out and covered her eyes. As a way to hide the tears she has constantly shed. The tux also has a much longer coattail that flows outward during the fight cause aESTHETIC.

The field is a lot like Shiva's but it's got more of an open, cave feel to it. There's no walls and it has a dark canyon that seems to surround the field.

+ When pulled, she immediately throws out a cone knock-back called "Icy Front". It's small but if people aren't paying attention at when the fight began, they can be pushed off just over the edge. There'll be enough time in the casting that the group can run far enough to her to avoid the knock-back. *or immune it* She'll announce the beginning of this move with the dialogue "Move! Get out or I'll kill you too!"

--> Players who get knocked off will not be immediately killed. Instead, they spawn with little health into this room. It looks like a thin icy pillar that extends upward, which is assumed to be the stage as it grows larger and larger as it ascends. In the middle is an orb. It will immediately target the players and begin to cast self destruct. Players must 'kill' the orb to keep a wipe from happening. (Killing it doesn't actually do so. It's just like... disabling it for a while so players can travel through the aether back to the top.) But for each player who fell, it gains a defense buff after it is killed. (For later or any other players that fall later as well)

+ The fight continues out per usual. After a few moments from the knockback, she casts an aoe called "Crying Blizzard".

+ The tank buster follows after is called "Cursed Judgement." Places a hefty vuln onto the tank (that doesn't last long at all but will kill if hit by even an auto attack). This forces a tank swap.

And that's where the fun begins >:)

+ "I've lost so many lights. So what's a few more to lose? I couldn't save them anyway." After she speaks this, she begins to cast a three ring aoe called "Lost Lights". It's got a warning maker *idk what they're called lol* that covers the whole field, leaving only two spots open. Two small rings in between the three. However, there is little reaction time before the players' screens go completely black. They have to memorize where the safe spots are at a glance and quickly remember where to move. The cast is quick too so you can't sit there for a moment to rattle your brain. If hit, it drops a 2 minute frostbite on each player and freezes them for 10 seconds.

+ There's another aoe before she turns to the off tank and casts the knockback towards wherever they're standing. Meaning the off tank should be either with the main tank or to the side where people aren't right after the aoe.

+ She then casts another "Lost Lights" but this time, it's different. Two Shards spawn out of any four patterns. (A cross, an x, a zigzag, or a big bulky line.) They do a complete line aoe across the field they've spawned at. There'll be only a couple of permanent safe spots for any of these patterns but that's up to you to find :)

+ She does another tankbuster, another aoe, before she cries. "Forget it! Forget it all! Please! Forgive me!" She raises her hand up and slaps the ground with a large icy wind knocking all players off the stage.

+ It's your pal orbie!

+ But with friends 😄 There are two ice golems that hit like trucks. So tanks have to take them and then take them to opposite sides of the field. *they get a tether when too close that makes them invincible*.

The orb has a sort of protect shield around it making it untargetable. The golems must be defeated and then the orb. It's a relatively quick add phase that should be pretty easy, but if there were at least 4 knocked of players beforehand, butts will be clenched killing the orb as it's casting self destruct.

+ Once the players return she screams once more. Her voice is shaking and it's obvious she's crying. "Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me! FORGIVE ME PLEASE!"

She flies up and summons her book in front of her. A shadow bahambo appears behind her and she begins to cast Teraflare. This is her ultimate 😄 AND the *real* add phase. Shadows of the scions appear on the stage. and each player will be given on of three 'buffs'

- Titan's Terror

Those marked with Titan's Terror must locate the scions with the buff Titan's Triumph and kill them. *players killing the wrong scion places an aoe vuln on everyone. 2 means the ultimate will wipe the party no matter what.*

- Garuda's Gout

Those marked with Garuda's Gout must locate the scions with the buff Garuda's Gift and kill them. However, only two scions are marked with this and it's always the twins. *For the full party only has 8 players.* The twins are easy to kill, but Alphinaud must die first or he'll keep healing the scions. *same with Urianger whether he's marked with titan or ifrit.

- Ifrit's Inability

Those marked with Ifrit's Inability must locate the scions with the buff Ifrit's Interest and kill them.

**The healers will always have the same buff Ifrit's Inability + 1 random dps. For the scions with the buff are not as strong.

Players can either split off and kill each scion individually or those with the same buffs gang up on them one by one.

Whatever way works best for the raid.

There is a time limit. If she hits 100 *she's been drawing in aether from the shadow scions*, she'll cast Teraflare and wipe the party.

If not, the party will receive the buff after all the scions are killed called "Phoniex's Phorgiveness" (xP)

Once she casts the flare, the arena changes. It's all musty yet bright. Large mirrors of the three primal egis are around the arena (just there for show).

The same moves appear. But Lost Light's is different. It has either two new patterns.

One combines the original two and another one has her hitbox as the only safe area. She also will combine other aoes with Lost Lights. Players can get marked with puddles. She could have a lookaway move that if hit, zombifies the player and can cause them to get hit by the lost lights *or damage the other player*

The Lost Light's at this point are instakills.

+ there's one new move now called "Mother's Remorse" One random player besides mt will be targeted with a HUGE aoe marker. They must take it as far away as possible. leaving only a small crescent open. You can eat the damage, but it places a heavy vuln and the aoe after will probably wipe the party. *Which means healers must shield and heal the targeted player for the aoe since they get an automatic vuln*

After a certain allotted time, she has a dialouge box appear. But it only says "*Cries*" Her loud sobs override the music as she begins to slow cast, "Hero's Execution". A big aoe with resemblance to tri-bind, each 'orb' placed in front of the three mirror primals.

At 10%, her dialogue changes. "Is this forgiveness? Please set me free!"

= Her death line, "We meet once again... mother..."

== She drops glamour weapons and a rare mount. Like a nightmare but for the dragons.

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{{Thank you all for reading! ^^ hope you enjoyed Snow’s Lightwarden fight}}

#ffxiv #ffxiv lightwarden #snow tine #ffxiv snow tine #ffxiv snow #airako tart #final fantasy xiv #lightwarden #lightwarden tag

[creedtheconquer]

A Christmas Miracle (Pt.1) AU

Request-"Hey hoe I got a request for you do a Micheal Mafia boss au with a female reader and he helps her out like she drops her wallet and he finds it and sees she’s not doing so well so he feels like helping her only to over time fall for her and then so on."

Summary-"(Y/N) is a struggling college student who loses her wallet, only for Michael to find it and he takes a liking to her and starts to shower her with gifts but the catch is, she has no idea who he is."

Pairing- Michael Langdon x Reader

Warnings- slight angst, slow burn, slight fluff

*This story kicks off day 4 and I really hope you enjoy this. This will be a series that I'm already starting to fall in love with! Remember my ask box is open and I'm always taking requests! I write for Cody and any other character he has played minus David for obvious real life reasons and I wish to respect him as a person as. I also write for other AHS characters.*

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Day 1

It was just like any other dull morning, minus the fact it was December first. Michael didn't hate Christmas per se, he just never had a good memory of any past Christmases. His childhood was all sorts of fucked up, a family that never really gave a shit about him and who quiet literally threw him out onto the streets. He bounced around from place to place not really staying for long, never fitting in, never belonging anywhere. As he got older, now in his early 20's he's made a name for himself. Sure it wasn't of the best circumstances but how he saw it the world chewed him up and spit him out like he was poison, so he figured why the hell not and became the poison the world thought he was. He wasn't a fast acting "poison", no he was one of those classy poisons. He never bothered to get his hands dirty, he had people to do that for him. He also wasn't a bad person but if someone pressed his buttons the wrong way they had hell to pay. After his rise to power everyone stop looking at him like the freak no one cared about and started trying to be the biggest kiss ass, trying to get on his good side but he saw through their facade.

(Y/N) was a 22 year old sophomore at college who was just barely scrapping by. Her home life growing up wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst either, her dad left when she was in middle school leaving her mom to raise her alone. Her mom had a steady job so money was never really a problem. Once (Y/N) graduated high school her mom gave her two options, either go to school or be kicked out. So weighing her options she opted for school but her mom was no help really, yeah sure she would send a carepackeage every 3 months or so but that was it. Thankfully she got a full ride thanks to her high test results but that only pays for school. She was stuck with paying for her own place and food, which she was barely managing to afford with her 2 jobs.

Her day was going just as shitty as it could be, she was late to class, got chewed out by her professor and on top of everything her mom called and threatened to disown her because she got a B- in one of her classes. She had just made it home from job number one only to realize she didn't have her wallet on her, "Fucking good one (Y/N) that had all your money in it." She said to herself bitterly.

Michael had just walked out of the small coffee shop when his foot kicked something, "What the hell?" He questions looking down to see a wallet. He bent down picking it up and he opens it, inside he finds an ID that told him the owner of said wallet, one (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Also inside the wallet he found only about $100 max along with credit cards and a few business cards. Turning on his heels he heads back inside to ask, "Um excuse me does anyone know (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" He asks as he leans against the small little counter, it coming to just above the middle of his thighs due to his towering form.

"She works here, how can I help you?" A guy Michael assumes is the manager comes forward wiping his hands on his apron.

"I'm an old friend, and I just got into town I was just wondering if you had her address wanted to drop by and surprise her." Michael say flashing that charming smile he knows works on everyone. Sure enough the manager nods grabbing a napkin and he writes down the girls address.

"Here you go, she's lucky to have a friend like you." He says shaking softly and Michael smirks enjoying how much power he has over anyone he comes into contact with.

"Thank you." Is all he says before dropping his smile and he turns and walks out of the shop.

"You lost your wallet?" Rachael asks (Y/N) as the dinner rush calms down.

"Yeah it fucking sucks it had all the money I had left for the rest of the week." (Y/N) groans cleaning off the plates she had just picked up.

"Do you know where it is?" She asks and (Y/N) shrugs leaning against the counter looking at the clock.

"My other job, or any where between there and home who knows." (Y/N) says taking off her apron getting ready to leave.

"Well I hope you find it." Rachael says and (Y/N) nods collecting her stuff.

"Thanks Rachael." (Y/N) says giving her a hug before heading home.

Michael knew he shouldn't have entered her house, magic or other wise it wasn't right. When he got to her little apartment he was just going to leave her wallet on her door step with a little note but when he got there he just felt the urge to go in. He chocked it up to not wanting to just leave her wallet out for anyone to take, so he took it upon himself to enter and leave it on her coffee table. He was going to leave right after, he really was but once he got a look around her apartment he noticed she was worse off than he first thought. Not really much food in her pantrie or fridge, a small couch and a small tv on the opposite wall. Not really any decor, it was all just so plain. He cursed himself for entering because now he felt the urge, no the need to help this complete stranger. So he did the best he could do for the time being, he found an envelop and put $500 inside with a little note. Then like that he left not leaving a trace anyone was there and on his way out of the building he told the person at the front desk to put the envelop in her mail box.

"Really good job (Y/N) You can't find your wallet anywhere." She says to herself as she enters her building. She pulls out her keys and goes to her mailbox pulling out the stack of envelops and magazines. She sighs turning and making her way up to her apartment. She opens her door and turns on the light and enters before closing the door behind her. She throws the mail on the coffee table and turns to go walk into the kitchen when she stops and turns back towards the table. There she saw it, her wallet sitting perfectly in the center of the table, right where she had thrown the mail. She walks around her couch and she takes a seat picking up the wallet and she opens it, sure enough it was hers. She laughs shaking her head, had it been here all along? She questions in her head as her eyes shift to the mail and she sees an envelop that simple reads "From A Friend." She sets her wallet down and picks up the envelop and she examines it. She notices it's kinda think and heavy but she shrugs as she opens it. She nearly throws it when she sees the money inside, tears form in her eyes as she takes out the little note.

"I know you don't know me yet, but I've noticed you struggling and I felt the need to help. So I've left you $500 dollars hopefully that is enough for now. I have a feeling this won't be the last time you hear from me or the last times our paths cross." It reads and she sees it's signed with two simple letters, M.L and a tear falls from her eyes.

Day 5

"Ms. Mead I have a job for you." Michael says sitting back in his office chair as his adoptive mother stands on the other side of his desk.

"Yes, what is it?" She asks placing her hands behind her back and he smiles up at her.

"I want you to keep a tab on (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and report to me anything you find out about her." Michael says folding his hands into his lap and his pale icy blue eyes shine with wonder.

"Right away." She says but she gives him a questioning look to which he waves her off.

"Thank you Ms. Mead." He calls after her as she closes the door.

"Do you know who this person is?" (Y/B/F) asks as her and (Y/N) relax at her place.

"No idea but he has left small little gifts after that $500." (Y/N) shrugs placing her drink on the coffee table.

"It sounds like you have a rich, powerful secret admirer." (Y/B/F) teases causing (Y/N) to blush.

"Oh as if." (Y/N) fires back slapping (Y/B/N)'s shoulder.

"So any news?" Michael asks later that night as he gets ready to leave.

"Her favorite color is (Y/F/C) and her favorite flower is a (Y/F/F)." Ms. Mead says and a smiles finds its way on to Michael's lips.

"Perfect." He whispers to himself, grabbing his jacket and he leaves making a beeline for the nearest flower stand.

"How can I help you tonight sir?" The lady at the stand says and he can see her check him out. He scoffs giving her a once over before waving her off.

"I would like a bouquet of 12 (Y/F/C) (Y/F/F) for my girlfriend." Michael says stressing the word girlfriend. It seems to do the trick considering she looked down disgusted.

"That will be $10." She says handing him the flowers and he smiles handing her the money.

"Thank you." He says very curtly before he walks away.

Michael makes it to (Y/N)'s apartment and a small smile pulls at the corners of his lips as he sets the flowers on the door step and knocks on the door before turning and walking away. He sees her open the door and then he sees the biggest smile appear on her face as she picks up the flowers. "There's my beautiful girl." He whispers to himself softly before turning and walking back to his car.

"Was it him?" (Y/B/F) asks from the couch and (Y/N) nods closing the door.

"Yeah it was." She says a smile plastered to her face.

"You're so hopelessly in love with him and you don't even know what he looks like." (Y/B/F) says and (Y/N) rolls her eyes.

"No I'm not." Is all she says setting the flowers on the table as she gets a vase and puts water in it before placing the flowers in it. Little did she know was she was destined to meet her secret admirer and little did she know she will fall so helplessly in love with him and he her.

@madamfae

#cody fern #ahs #ahs apocalypse #michael langdon #ahs coven #ahs murder house #ahs8 #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon imagine

[msunderstuudsworld]

Watch "When you meet the love of your life.." on YouTube

one dem days! where you weigh heavy on my mind , in my heart, and my soul. Idk why. I hate that I still hurt, and you went forth with her! As if those years meant shit too you! or that I meant anything at all! if you would have spent as much time on "US" as you did chasing hoes, we would have been fucn Golden.

you k ew what you was doing this last time all along! biding time! using me until it was time for the two of you to bounce out! I thought, no I recall you saying you didn't want to be with a bitch that's strung out or addicted to black and that's what now have!? I won't ever heal from the pain and trauma you have caused me! but I know that's something you are most proud of, as most narcissist are, and that's the goal and end result that your kind strive for! you could t leave well enough alone, until you knew you destroyed me. rite to the bitter end. I've never in my life felt such torture, such hate and malice from another human being. You forced this evil place on me! and that was hardly enough for you, you never had a good intention! you didn't come here for me/ us/ and certainly not to work on it, you came because you had to destroy, and take more. who I am anymore is even a mystery to myself. seeing how easy you bounce back sickens me, leaves me completely empty inside, with total confusion and chaos in my head, and all I want is to erase the last 8 yrs. I'm exhausted from the constant yearning to understand how and why! even tho I know what you are, perhaps, I'd wished, hoped, and expected too much, knowing myself as I do, and truly knowing how gentle and kind I once was made me believe in you far more then deserved! I believed and trusted you! and you drug me and my name thru the the sharpest of blades, as you became the victim to my rage! my pain, my anger, that you created.

To know that nothing you claimed you felt for me was true and genuine as I believed it was is the hardest pill to swallow, to have a person you thought loved as you did become a vile, hateful, deceptive monster and hear those extremely hateful words and see nothing but darkness and evil in your eyes that first time, was when I should have had enough strength to end it then. yet I was always willing, ready to have faith and take you at your word that you didn't want to lose me, and every " I FUCN LOVE YOU" MEANT SOMETHING, THAT THE PASSION, THE CONNECTION, WAS REAL! TO FEEL THE PAIN OF YOU LEAVING AGAIN, TAKES ME RITE BACK TO WHEN IT BEGAN AND I HAVE TO MOURN THE LOSS ALL OVER AGAIN.! and as much as I'd like for you to feel even half of the tor.ent that I struggle with daily, I know you can not! sadly, the reality is that it makes you utterly ecstatic! you accomplished the goal!B proud, celebrate, go brag how you destroyed and ended a beautiful person with a heart of gold whose purpose was to help others! my only comfort and solice,, is knowing each day is another day closer to freeing myself from the torment, the sheer lonliness, and the immense pain that I so bravely tuck away, smile, and convince others that I'm good! in many ways I wish I were CRAZY, IT would be a welcome change! I realized I'm just not what the world has become, and I'm exhausted not only by my own hurt, but that of many others. I realize too, as I recall the words of my daughter, ..... " I WONT BE AT PEACE UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD! TRUTH IS, I WONT BE AT PEACE UNTIL IM DEAD. I SIMPLY HAVE NO MEANING, NO PURPOSE OR EVEN A GOOD REASON TO REMAIN IN ALL THIS HATE, AND VENGEANCE! THERE IS NO BRIGHT SIDE, I'VE LOOKED! THERE NEVER WAS A BLESSING HERE, I KNEW, I FELT IT, THAT I WOULD NOT LEAVE HERE ALIVE! EVERYDAY IS THE SAME AS THE LAST! I WILL NEVER EVEr experience LOVE, COMPANIONSHIP, OR EVEN REMEMBER WHAT A REAL SMILE, OR GENUINE LAUGH feels like. or feel the comfort and safety of another's arms around me, or being told Iloveu and know it's not a lie! I can't recall how it feels to have holidays in the presence of my family, and I've missed so many important milestones because you put me here! you continue on in life, as you always have, an of course, I suffer! I'm utterly alone! unlike yourself! no one to help me! or give anny support, or listen to me bitch about the bullshit and offer advice! no one to lean on, when i feel so lost and empty! no cheerleaders, NO NOTHING, ITS MERELY A MISERABLE EXISTENCE. IM NOT HAPPY, I AINT AT PEACE BY ANY MEANS, I MEAN FUK TO NO ONE! AND you are the reason! I hope you are happy, no, I don't need to hope.....YOU ARE! IT'S SAID, THAT NARCISSIST ARE THE MOST VILE, UGLY DESTROYERS OF HUMANS, YOU FEEL NOTHING AND CARE ONLY ABOUT YOURSELVES! I CAN ONLY PRAY THAT THE POWERS THAT BE GIVE YOU THE PAIN YOU GAVE ME..... 70XS7 AND YOU SUFFER AS I HAVE.

#covert narcissism #sociopath #survivor #Youtube