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muneca-lemon-steppa · 6 months

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All Kinds of Trouble

Alfie Solomons x Reader, Fluff, 1.2k words

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hi guys!! Ok so maybe hiatus is over? I'm trying to be gentle with myself and not hold myself to high standards in posting schedules. Again, therapy and Bar prep are a lot to handle rn, but I was able to do this little piece! This is based of a request sent in by my sweet friend @jassiefayee !!!! I hope you enjoy this angel!! Anyway, love you all so much! Have an amazing day!

Alfie didn’t find peace in many things. The business and all. Made him toss and turn at night, and in the daylight caused him to explode from the pure idiocy of people around him.

But walks in the park with Cyril? Now that gave him peace. With Cyril by his side, anyone who may have wanted to cause trouble stayed far away. Cyril’s imposing stature and mean looking face kept many men looking to scrap at bay, but little did they know that Cyril was by far the sweetest dog in Camden. And the fresh air did Alfie good. Being out in the park, feeling the breeze, hearing children and birds milling about created a sort of temple for him. A quiet place for him to let his mind rest, talk to himself (or God if he had a particular question), or just hum to the beat of Cyril's paws on the ground. This was his rest. This was his peace.

Now it should be noted, that one of the reasons that Alfie loved this particular park was that it was free of distractions for both him and Cyril. While Cyril was a very sweet and good natured dog who hardly ever caused an unnecessary ruckus, he was still a dog. And dogs have this strange habit, if not fantastic ability, to completely change the course of their owner's life.

So it was during a brisk walk on a fine November day where Alfie was suddenly pulled with all the force of heaven’s angels by Cyril’s lead through the park. And just as quick as he was yanked he was halted, nearly tripping over his boots and coat, and falling into Cyril and what might possibly be one of those treacherous angels.

It had become a relatively new habit for you to take a few moments of your day to sit in the park. Whether strolling, reading, or simply listening to the music of the city, you found the meditative state you entered in the park particularly divine. Spending all day cooped up in the house was not doing anyone any favors, and your mother insisted that you look at the sky, breathe in fresh air, or do something to get your energy out. And you enjoyed the respite from your family’s eyes and ears, and the view you caught of other people’s comings and goings. Often making up stories for the familiar faces that passed your eyes.

You had seen Mr. Solomons and his a dog before. It was hard to miss them. Both imposing. Even if Mr. Solomons wasn’t physically too tall, the air in which he carried himself made him seem absolutely monstrous. And the dog he walked along with came with a silent stature to match. When you mentioned to your mother that Mr. Solomons frequented your park, she all but forbid you to go to the park again. He was dangerous. A brute. Nothing good was associated with him. He was an animal. Damned.

Everyone in Camden had a story about Mr. Solomons. Even if they personally had never met him, they knew someone who knew someone who had crossed his path and suffered greatly. Fewer than those who crossed his path, were the women who had the pleasure of spending an evening with him. Demanding. Particular. Incredibly cross with hardly a smile crossing his firm mouth and creased brow. You had heard them all, many a time. And each time you heard the stories more fantastical and gory and outrageous they became. From the way the neighbors spoke of him, he might has well been an ogre who ate good men for supper. A confidant of the devil himself.

Yet those stories never deterred you from letting your eyes wander over to him when he made his way to the park. Surely observing doesn’t damn one’s soul right? And wondering if stories are true surely cannot condemn. Besides, he was never close enough to truly make a difference. A glance and gaze and thought were all that you experienced with the fearsome King of Camden. Until this afternoon, when that monstrous dog came charging at you with a gleeful and slobbery smile. And for whatever reason you never moved from your seat. You stayed planted on your spot on the bench, waiting for whatever was to come. And your supposed attack was merely a disgusting kiss to the neck and chin from the dog, and happy pants from it as well. It’s master, cursing and bellowing at hundred pound puppy who was uninterested in the threats of its flustered master.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the reddened face of Mr. Solomons, clearly out of breathe from the exertion of the sudden chase. “Mr. Solomons are you quite alright? Do you need to sit?”

“Hmm? No, no don’t worry about me angel, m’fine. This damn dog knows better than to run full force in a park. You alright love? Hope Cyril didn’t scare ya.”

You smiled warmly at him, and he was convinced he must have died in the chase and gone to Heaven. Your sweet eyes and tempting lips all too pretty to be here in Camden. You scratched Cyril’s ears before answering, "Oh no Mr. Solomons, I'm fine. Cyril here is very very sweet."

"Now treacle, I think I'm at a disadvantage. Don't like that at all me. Now how is it yeah, that you know my name and now my dog's name... but I don't get to know your name sweetness?"

With a quirked brow you answer, "Oh Mr. Solomons, everyone knows your name. The ferocious King of Camden, and his demon dog. Lots of tales about you Mr. Solomons.”

Alfie allowed himself a smile at your cheek, “Lots of stories eh? Which one is your favorite?”

“The one where you bested the devil himself in a game of chess and won the keys to hell.”

Alfie made himself comfortable next to you on the bench, making sure that his thigh touched yours, “Is that so? Your mum tell you that little one?”

You shook your head, “No sir. She told me I wasn’t to go near you.”

“And yet here you are, talking to bad men. Tsk tsk tsk. Naughty ain’t you?”

“It’s fun to be naughty sometimes. Don’t you agree Mr. Solomons?”

Alfie couldn’t help but bring his shiny rings to your cheek, taking stock of your face. You never flinched away, keeping fiery eyes locked on his. He hummed a tune you didn’t know, and stated, “There’s an opera tonight at 8. You’ll come with me. Wear something nice.”

“I don’t go to operas with strange men.”

“I don’t go to operas with strange women. Yet here we are sweet. I thought you liked being naughty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his brazenness. In truth, you couldn’t believe you allowed yourself to get this far. But it was too delicious to let go now. “You’ll pick me up on the corner of 10th and Victoria? At 6pm.”

“Now what will I do with you for two hours before the play treacle?”

You shrugged, “Show me how the King of Camden has a good night.”

Alfie laughed heartily, “Fuck me you really are a bad little thing aren’t you. Alright sweetness, I’ll pick you up there at 6. And let’s see what we can get up to.”

#alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x y/n #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic

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sandrayofsun · 7 months

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Gagged with a capital G - EP. 8

Holy mother of God I don't even know what happened to me when this episode ended. I think I ascended to heaven and back. This is going to be a long post filled with thoughts and feelings (and I have no one else to talk about this to) so buckle up!

Starting off with this first scene... not even 2 mins in and I was already tearing up. This entire conversation was so interesting to me because BOTH of them are fully aware of their feelings, yet neither one is willing to speak up. Ray is "happy" to be with Mew, and Sand is "happy" that Ray finally got who he wanted (supposedly🙁).

Major props to sand for standing his ground during this conversation even though you could see unshed tears in his eyes (go First!!!!🤞). You can feel the love he has for Ray simmering beneath but also the dejection that he feels towards seeing that Ray picked Mew.

This is not the face of someone who is happy with the decision they made. Khaotung really stepped up his acting in this scene because I swear I saw like 18 emotions go through him all at once (slay my king!!🤌). He has formed such a strong attachment to Sand and is now realizing what it means to have chosen someone else (and I don't think he feels too good about it).

THIS WHOLE SEQUENCE!!!!! Sand asking for Ray to let him go, and RAY LOOKING AT HIM LIKE THAT!!!! This had me seriously gagged to the core, I didn't even know what to do. Looking at it simply, they are both just sad. Sad at the fact that they know they can't be friends, but also won't admit their feelings, but it bothers them that they don't have each other😭. Seeing what unfolded afterwards with Yo and Plug was even a bigger eye opener for them because it was a direct parallel.

~~~MOVING ON!~~~

I think all of us got a little excited we we're going to get the "now that you've walked into my life..." scene, however, I actually really enjoyed this scene in between everything else that was happening because it shows Ray's dynamic with Sand during a regular time, right after showing his dynamic with Mew (pre-halloween). It gives us insight into the fact that despite Ray being with Mew, it still isn't enough for him. He is still wondering why Sand won't answer his messages, and still wants to spend time with him, even though they had that conversation at the bar and Sand asked to be let go. Ray can't/won't let go of Sand. *Bonus cute Ray pouty face*

What's funny to me is that Ray doesn't even realize what it means that he craves Sand's company. He has no problem verbalizing that being with Sand makes him happy (also in their bar conversation🧐) and isn't shy about asking to spend time with him. Yet, Sand still calls out the fact that Ray can spend time with Mew, but Ray doesn't even acknowledge it. Even using the excuse of Mew not being able to play instruments as a justification for seeking out Sand.

^^^^ I mean seriously look at that cute little face rn. I don't even blame Sand for folding like a wet tissue because I too would fold.

~~~MOVING ON PT.2~~~

The entire SandRay Halloween party sequence was BONKERS. I must applaud FirstKhao because they are mopping the floor with the other couples as far as chemistry goes (no shade to the other couples!!! I'll touch on them in a separate post).

POSSESSIVE RAY STANS STAND UPPPPP😩!!!!

Finally we have Ray witnessing the consequences of his actions. Literally seeing him looming behind Sand and the other guy, pushing him away, questioning Sand about what he's doing, saying he wants to sleep with him, then kissing him to establish dominance over the other guy. CHEF'S KISS😮‍💨. Now, obviously anyone with eyes can tell this behavior is toxic, but I simply have not seen this possessive side of Ray with anyone, not even Mew. It was nice to see Sand getting a little bit of attention in that regard. Was it healthy? No. Does Sand deserve better? Yes. But was it hot as hell and real as fuck? 100%.

FIRST KANAPHAN THE MAN THAT YOU ARE😩

He looked good enough to eat in his costume (I'm sorry I had to say it or I was gonna scream lol). I don't blame Ray for seeing his (boy)friend flirting with someone else while looking like that😭. Anyways, Sand standing his ground ONCE AGAIN was so elite of him, he refuses to be number 2 and I am here for it.

Listen guys... Say what you want but Ray ate this little bit up lmao. I chose to take this as progress in a way because Ray is finally bringing up the feelings between the two, and Sand made himself clear that he will not settle for less than first *no pun intended*. I must also state that I found Ray's possessiveness funny lmao because he had literally JUST kissed Mew (love of his life or whatever🙄) and then goes and get's pissed at Sand for even looking at someone else. And also kisses him?? Did he really need to get rid of Mew's kiss that badly🤨??

~~~Last scene hehe~~~

Sorry this post ran a little long but if you made it this far you're Sexy.

Sand throwing literally any beef he had with Ray out the window and into the rubbish bin to help him made my heart ache a little. No matter what Ray does, Sand will always be his emergency staff, no complaints, no conditions, no questions asked. Going as far as to lie to a police officer and coming up with excuses to help him shows how far Sand is willing to go for Ray. I hope this is something the Ray takes note of and appreciates.

This whole part honestly was pretty hard to watch, especially with the police brutality that a lot of people face around the world. I think the show did a good job of showing what this can look like on a smaller scale, and calling attention to it.

It once again showed Sand's loyalty to Ray, trying to hold on to him when the cops grabbed him, and telling him to stay still. Putting myself in his shoes, idk if I could bare the visual of the person I love getting handled that way.

Overall, this may be my favorite episode of the entire series. and I will say that it finally felt like FirstKhao were getting the screen time they deserved.

I physically gasped when I saw the preview for next week's episode because we're getting communication, and uninterrupted SandRay road trip (yeehaw😎).

Sorry again for this long post

See you guys next week!!

#only friends the series #only friends ep8 #sandray #topmew #forcebook #neomark #only friends #firstkhao #bostonnick #send help #raymew #ofts boston #mewtop #bostonick

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hellsbarnes · 2 years

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୨ 𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙗.𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙬 ୧

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fem!civilian!reader

summary: you’re on a first date with bradley, and it gets heated really quickly

warnings: nsfw themes, 18+, minors do not interact, public sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of casual sex, no plot just p*rn (please do not read if you’re uncomfortable)

word count: 864

author’s note: babes, i think my rooster obsession is back. please remember to reblog or leave some feedback, thank you!

“You drink?” your date asks when he returns with two glasses of what looked like bourbon, the party was in full swing, the live band was performing all those latest hit songs.

“What? You think a woman can’t drink?” You retort playfully smiling when the brunette chuckles, licking his lips as he passes the glass to you, watching, his gaze fixated on your lips as you took a swig, feeling the alcohol burn your throat as you did, you had, after your best friend’s persuasion decide to go out on a date, you weren’t one for sit down diners and sweet talk however.

So, it was only a coincidence that your date wasn’t one for that either, his name was Bradley and by gods, the man looked good, he had by the looks of things just returned from the Navy, given the way he had walked in, dressed in uniform, and if there was anything you liked more than that, was a man in uniform, just the way it hugged his larger frame and the way his eyes met yours could have on your knees.

“So, what’s your favourite colour?” he asks, trying to strike up a conversation and you chuckle softly.

“Really Bradley? Are you going to pretend that all you want is to talk about what I like?” you reply, your voice sultry and you sauntered forward, smirk playing on your lips when he swallows hard, you bite your lip as you lean in, placing a hand on his chest as he circles his arm around your waist.

“Pretty and straightforward, I like that,” he replies and you smile, finishing the rest of your drink before letting him take you out back, feeling his hand slide down your back as you did, the second the bar’s back door closed, Bradley’s lips crashed onto yours hungrily, your lips moulding with his, moaning when he pins you against the wall.

The heat of the evening mixed with the impending sex in the air pushed you forwards as he chases your mouth, you grin allowing his hands to slide over your curves, squeezing, going lower until he hikes your skirt up, you were tired of wearing those pretty little dresses, dolling up when all you wanted was to be taken right here and now.

He tasted like mint and whiskey, a combination that you didn’t know you loved this much, you quickly undid the button of his pants, pulling his cock out, pumping it in our hand, your thumb swiping over the tip, gathering the pre cum, using it as lubrication, whimpering when Bradley moves his lips from yours, pressing open mouthed kisses all over your exposed neck, nipping on your skin.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Bradley growls as he pressed the pad of his thumb to you clothed cunt, your arousal already staining your soaked panties, and you moan when he pushes the flimsy fabric aside, lining his cock up at your slick entrance.

“You sure about this?”

“Just fuck me Bradshaw,” you reply, and that was all it took for him to push into you making you cry out as he stretches you out, god, it seemed like heaven as your walls stretched to accommodate his girth, he barely gives you time to adjust as he started moving, thrusting into you, pulling out only to slam back in over and over again into your sopping wet pussy.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans as he delves right back into your cunt, grunting when your nails dug into his shoulder as you hung on for the ride, feeling the brunette lift your leg just a little higher as he thrusted into you, his fingers digging into your waist as he did, the sound of skin slapping against skin was simply pornographic, and the though of getting caught by any unlucky passer-by just simply turned you on more, you didn’t care if they watched as Bradley fucks you senseless, hell, you wouldn’t mind them watching, your eyes were half lidded as he pounds your pussy.

“Gonna fill this pretty pussy up, you’d like that don’t you?” the brunette growls and you nod, whimpering as he pressed his frame against yours, you were so close and with the sinful words that he was spewing, it wouldn’t take long for you to come undone, moaning when his teeth grazed your neck, feeling his breath against the shell of your ear as he thrust into you, his tip brushing his sweet spot each time he did, pushing you further to the edge, your walls clamping down on his cock.

“P-please, fill me up,”

“Don’t worry baby, I will,” Bradley groans as your walls tightened around his cock, cries of pleasure falling from your lips as you dived headfirst into ecstasy, your pussy pulsating as you come undone, the brunette following down the same path, grunting as he spills into you, his cock throbbing as he fills your pussy up with his seed, the both of you breathless, panting as he slowly pulls out of you, the two of you coming from your highs.

“What do you think of a second date?” Bradley asks as he zips up.

“Sounds perfect”

note: thank you for reading honey! please remember to reblog or leave some feedback, see you again!

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asirensrage · 3 months

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Writer 20 Questions!

I was tagged by @ninjasawakenedmystar! Thanks for that! I'll tag anyone who wants to answer them! Consider this your tag!

1 . How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

766,741

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Oh god. Too many. Divergent. Stranger Things. Supernatural. Shadow and Bone. MCU. HP. Spartacus. Leverage. Jack Reacher. John Wick. Criminal Minds. Teen Wolf. The Walking Dead. Lord of the Rings. Star Trek. Beauty and the Beast. The Lost Boys. Sons of Anarchy. Knives Out. Naruto. Jujutsu Kaisen. Demon Slayer. My Hero Academia. Tokyo Revengers. Blade. True Blood. From Dusk Til Dawn. Star Wars. BtvS.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down. The Art of Seclusion. there's a heaven above you (don't you cry). Barred. It's Always Darkest Before the (Second) Dawn

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. I like to have conversations with people and I like to know what they're thinking about when it comes to my writing. I'm super behind on responding to them rn though.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Art of Seclusion lol (so far. my unpublished My Hero Academia fic might be angstier. It'll depend if I get free reign or if my character cooperates tbh)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uhhh....Caught in the Crossfire? Or some of my oneshots.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

I have, but not much.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Hahaha, yes. Caught in the Crossfire is a bit of a huge crossover with characters from other fandoms appearing in Supernatural.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down. Except they tried to change the name of the main character...to Sammy....but Tammy is a canon character.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Someone translated my Divergent oneshot Famous Last Words into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes! Caught in the Crossfire is cowritten, as are a few of my fics that I work on with @vixenofcourse (such as Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down and there's a heaven above you (don't you cry).

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

My ocs with all of their pairings 😉

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm not answering this. My goal is to finish all of them. I know how most of them will end. I have most of them fully planned out.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Description lolll

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I usually don't do it unless I know the proper way to write it in that language or I'll write it in English and make it known it's supposed to be a different language.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Hahaha, Archie Comics when I was a kid.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

All of them. I reread my own work all the time!

#writing questions #thing i'm tagged in

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lemonybeast · 1 year

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Because I will take any opportunity to ramble about Bazroph, here’s his post for @smallartistocbracket!

Bazroph is a demon who’s been banished from Hell for refusing to serve his summoner and instead freeing the person he was supposed to kill. He’s also been cursed for this, and often dies but is barred from joining the Magic and instead regenerates in his own body (since magic is performed on the will of souls and is dangerous for living mortals to perform with theirs, it functions as the afterlife and has a personality of its own).

Despite the circumstances of his banishment, his community had been cursed already (hence why they can be summoned in the first place) and he knows it’s due to the unfairness of the god of Hell rather than any responsibility on his family’s part, so he’s dedicated his time to finding a way to return to his still-beloved home.

This mission is often delayed by his compassion for others and will to help, along with it being, well, an attempt to go against the power of a whole entire god. There isn’t exactly a common cure for that.

And some fun Bazroph facts:

• His design is loosely based on peregrine falcons, and yes, he can do the iconic “plummet from the tops of the sky and punch the shit out of you” thing.

• He is addicted to apples despite being a carnivore. The stomachaches are worth it to him

• He’s aroallo, vincian/gay, trans, and polyamorous! The guy next to him in the art up there is his qpp, Kestrys, who’s an angel banned from Heaven. They’re pretty matching opposites.

• Demons have ceremonies to get their adult names and he chose to name himself “handsome” for the Gender Vibes

Also I like drawing him in this cutesy style so here’s some more art

And as a bonus, why not the first art I did of him:

It’s still one of my favorites despite being pretty design-inaccurate by now. Maybe I’ll redraw it someday.

And I only just now looked at his Toyhouse ID while writing this and damn, both of the funny numbers are there, can’t believe I never saw that lmao I’m losing my mind over this rn

#oc: bazroph #smallartistocbracket

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hoochieblues · 3 months

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tagged for a last line written by @aria-i-adagio (ty!) and... there has been very little writing. But, because 'tis the season, and because the second round eds will be continuing for another three million years until I get time to finish them, here's a whole ass excerpt from the Valentine's lottery chapter of The Fountain and the Nightjar (title? title!! ...title...?) which is one of the latest to get _FINAL-final(2)_FINALFINAL appended to the scriv subdoc heading. Yay!

My brain is fried today so I forget who's actively doing these rn, but tagging with love and no pressure @faux-fires, @dreadfutures and @highwayphantoms. If you would like to consider yourself tagged, please do so. :)

For context: I'm admitting it now... TFANT is basically Georgian noir. This chapter takes place in the story's equivalent of a smoky jazz club (lol), i.e. a molly house run by an old dandy and his toyboy abolitionist husband. A Valentine's lottery was basically like secret Santa, but for V-Day gifts and/or 'dates.' Also, if you need the historical primer, molly houses were the gay bars of their time (c.1700-1820-ish) but more 'lowkey local institution' than 'hot 'n' cruisey clubland.' Similarly, 'maiden names' were queer nicknames or alter egos, closer to C20th Polari/camp slang than, say, a femme persona associated exclusively with drag (or allied to gender identity). I pulled a lot from primary sources, so not only is much of the book based on real(ish) people's lives, I've also got a... uh. lot. of research material on C18th queer culture. It is interesting as all hell, so I have to cut myself off before I digress.

Behold, my protagonist, thrust into that most chilling of scenarios: a social event. Gasp.

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The exchange of gifts began, Julius intoning the names and matching the lottery couples together. Sukey Hackabout, a heavy, round-cheeked man of about five and thirty, was Valentine to Kingston Sally, part-time barman at the Green Dragon Inn, who had a faint Jamaican accent and a sweetly gentle smile. He presented Sukey with a painted paper fan, to much delight, and ‘Cupid’ held up his arms in triumph at the evening’s first official kiss.

“There, now!” Julius cried, taking the hands of his next victims. “Who braves the little god’s barb, eh? Molly Irons, with arms like Vulcan—”

Molly, a thickset, well-muscled blacksmith, unsurprisingly a popular fixture of the house, looked a little embarrassed at the catcalls, but preened all the same.

“—and Miss Guzzle herself, Susie Crimson. Who has to wonder what a gift’s in store here, indeed!”

Susie was a slender, unassuming young man at first glance, fair-haired and freckled, but utterly notorious for a single-minded interest, and talent. Molly offered Susie a small gift wrapped in brown paper. She tore it open, revealing a neatly wrought pair of polished shoe buckles which, judging by the shy pride in Molly’s face, she’d made herself. Somewhere among the bawdy comments and whistles, Susie looked genuinely flattered, and they smiled at each other as Julius set them palm-to-palm.

“There, now, and who first feels love’s sting? The poet says ‘Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven—’” Julius paused just long enough to glance over at Lippy with a wink. “—and a hell, / Where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell.’ But what do we say? What do we say? Take the first, and damn the rest! Now, who’s next?”

The company’s laughter and applause spilled over into cheers. In the corner, Kit had wrapped his arms around Oliver’s waist and stood behind him, chin on his shoulder and soft words in his ear as they watched the festivities unfold. Ollie’s nerves appeared to be giving way to glassy-eyed wonder. Someone had brought out a fiddle and, as Julius continued with the lottery, the first drawn-out note of a folk song rang out in warning.

“Barnfield,” Lippy confided to Will, topping off both their glasses before apparently remembering it was the watered brandy they were drinking. He sneered at the decanter as he put it down, but took a sip anyway. “One of the great poets. Aside from the classics, of course.”

“Of course,” Will agreed dutifully. “I know how you cleave unto Ovid.”

“Oh, shove your claws back in, Miss Kitten. Naughty puss don’t get no cream.”

Will snorted into his glass. Such a prospect seemed distant enough anyway.

Lippy tilted his head. A question seemed to waver behind his eyes until he shook it off and touched Will’s sleeve. “Well, you’re here, at least. I confess, I’d rather hear you hissing than not hear you at all, my dear.”

Will dredged up a smile, but could find nothing to say. The brandy barely softened the taste of guilt. The fiddle sawed into his brain, and he wondered how soon he could slip away without seeming more of a churl than he already felt. Julius called the names of another set of Valentines—Sal Draper, who was here with his long-time love, Russian Mary, matched to an older man who went by Queen Hook—and Will eyed the door, intent on fixing his escape route before any dancing threatened to begin.

#tfant tag #original bathtub hooch

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trevanent · 1 year

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this chart is by @prochara on twt i very much agree with its rating of pure main weapon power barring sub and special synergy. heres my comprehensive balancing ideas for everything. this list is noted to account for map design, which is why eliter is so high. my ideal is to make everything at about the "slightly weaker tier", so everything above will be generally slightly nerfed as i believe overky powerful weapons turn the gane very stalemated. this first of a series of posts will focus in nerfs. without further ado

fuckin beef cake supremes

squeezer: i would nerf squeezer by reducing the ink efficiency of its tap shots, reducing ever so slightly the max fire rate, and making a small range nerf, where it stlli out ranges everyrhing except jet squelcher but less so. i believe this to be the most undeniabley superior main weapon, where it has every good shooyer quality and then stats that are better than all of them with kill yime and range, i believe the balance is way ivercompensating for the awkward tap fire of its precision shots, and it should be tined back like this

eliter: i would just fix the godawful ekiter heaven maps rn, mire paths more flanks more cover, and give eliter a slap on the wrist, a bit more ink recovery lag (ie heavier weapons tend tot ake longer to begin their ink recovery reloading)

splatana wiper: the main thing is its absurd onject damage multipliers really put this weapons power over the top, and i validate brellas severely. i would reduce these multipliers by a decent amount, and also just slightly reduce its charge slash range because its nutty that it can outrange dualie squelchers when its so mobile it can function as an honest to god melee weapon. also id SLIGHTLY reduce strafe speed, but id make it so strafe speed can be affected by run speed gear. a pure wi get you back to its original run speed, and the falloff wi be harsh. runnung only run speed will make u barely faster so that. this is to introduce a skight bit more of gesr dependency for this extremely consistent weapon. also slight ink efficiency nerf

nutty bitches

splash o matic, .52 gal, splatter shot, n-zap: i actually like the power kevel of all these and dont want to take away the fun of them. this is a little wrist slaopy but will help keeo these mobile powerhouses from being too oppressive, namely give them small ink efficiency nerfs (higher ink cost per bullet) and make their damage fall off a little worse (so that its harder to take advantage of arc shots or high ground or just tryinf to extend your range like they did excessively to my beloved GLOOGA)

trislosher: tbh i think tri slosher is perfect how it is now, id give it a skight fall off damage nerf for slap on the wrist sake, but thats its specialty so the nerf would be even smaller than the one for the shooters

mini splatling: i feel similarly about mini splat to trislosh, maybe just a slight increase in ink recovery lag so it doesnt feel too oppressive against the nerfed shooters

splat charger: its only strong for similar reasons to eliter, bur it can get a slap on the wrist for ink recovery lag why not

tetra dualies: i love tetra dualies :( i think its at the power level i think wiper should be at, but id anything id say actually a fair bit percent worse falloff cos if GLOOGA has to suffer than then this high pressure menace should have to struggle a bit more to kill over ledges

dualie squelchers: honestly i think these were rated a bit too high, i wouldnt change anything, its jump tech is a little unfair but its cool and makes sense

splatana stamper: this bitch scares me but is so cool. id say jsut a bit of an ink efficiency nerf, its crazy longevitous for a heavy weapon. it shoukd run out faster and also have its object damsge multipliers reduced alittle bit. also skightly lower strafe speed but you can now boost it with run speed up, and it takes less run soeed up to surpass the original strafe speed, and is skightly more notable of a boost

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everything in the slightly weaker class is about what i think is a fun and fair power level, but i have a few fairly neutral changes id make for just a few

ink brush: no nerf, but like the solatanas, i feel its a big missed opportunity for fun to make it boostable in run speed. the max boost should be very slight so that people cant move way too fast too easily, but i think if you run oure run soeed on ink brush there should be some reward :)

splat dualies: it was always weird to me dualie squelchers is the only dualie to get the roll slide thing, it seems like such a strange way if maing its mobility superior. i get its supposed to be like a shooter dualie hybrid, but i think the othe rmire basical dualies should have a bit fia roll sldie too, so splat dualies will be one of the ones receiving this slight betterment to its mobility :)

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campfire-collective · 2 years

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hey!! I found the light house discussion to be very fascinating. I'm so glad you could find something to help you sleep. it's a process for sure but that's super cool and awesome. proud of you for working on helping yourself!

also it's super unique as well.. I've never heard of anything like this..?

i was wondering... i don't exactly understand when you two speak about the lighthouse. You said you bought it? but it's an idea?

I tried looking stuff up for it... is it a solo rpg you found? how did you come up with that idea to use it like that and do you have any suggestions for people who want to get into something like that?

i struggle with winding down for sleep and i really need more creative outlets so i'm super curious, but please, don't feel pressured to respond or anything. /srs /nm

I wish you the best of luck, as well, and I hope your night tonight is good :)

ohh okay i'll answer this one b4 i go to bed so i don't forget (n then good night to everyone because it is nearly 2am dear god when did THAT happen)

okay so i bought a game called "the lighthouse at the edge of the universe." if you want i can probably find a link for you. it's a journaling rpg, so basically it's a pdf (which i printed into a nice foldable little booklet that fits into my notebook) that has various prompts and things to sort of guide you to tell a story. e.g, you might flip a card that says what kind of event happens ("something needs to be fixed") and then roll a dice for outcome ("you fail"), and then you tell a little story based on that.

so i bought the game but obviously you cannot purchase an Idea. the lighthouse in my brain was free.

i have a BUNCH of solo rpgs bc i'm really into them (if u remind me i'll share some of my favorites bc i can't remember the names rn), and this one explicitly had the instructions "intended to be played before bed." being the good rule following autistic that i am (/lh), i obviously very eagerly went to bed on time to play it as soon as possible. match made in heaven.

i don't know how much i paid for it but these things tend to run under $10, and usually far cheaper. frankly i just snoop on itch.io bundles and snap things up when i can afford them. also drivethrurpg (i think that's what it's called?), but i use itch.io more.

using it as an innerworld experience tool came pretty naturally to me: it's a reflective game that i was already writing about myself and using to reflect my mood/etc., and i've always fallen asleep by thinking about stories. (i have/had maladaptive daydreaming traits. i never was fully madd, but definitely i veered close to it.)

if u want to use a solo rpg for innerworld things, my advice is to look for one that's specifically a journaling rpg, because some aren't. hearth has some more "crunchy" ones (i use that word very loosely because by their nature, all solo rpgs tend to be pretty soft). the qualities that make this work for me:

game is continuous (each entry takes place at the same lighthouse which i build and develop over time. that's a part of the game. there's no ending point, and there's not really a story.)

game doesn't focus on interpersonal interactions

game encourages you to use ur mood/etc. as prompts/inspiration (bc innerworld experiences are metaphorical, this helps it translate well)

lots of solo rpgs r free! they tend to use only a few things (my solo rpg bag has a notebook, where we write all of them, a d20, two d6, a coin, and a deck of cards, and that covers basically every game, barring the ones which use a tarot deck), and they span very wide genres. it's a lot of fun if you like that structured storytelling crunch.

ok this was longer than i meant whoops gn!

-sparrow

#ask #virtualisolationexperience #mod sparrow #mine #i was like oh i'll answer this quick b4 bed #because frankly i don't want the others talking about my goddamn lighthouse #and then it turns out i'm chatty whoops #but i'm going to bed for real now i promise

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louiseleblancdiggory · 3 years

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Speedy one night stand

Ok, so this is an old scene that i never posted because I never thought it was good enough, but since I wanted to post smth before ‘Tis the Damn Season, here it goes! I’m sorry for any typos, it’s 3 am and I don’t have the patience to proof read rn. There are mentions of a car accident but I swear it is not a sad or angsty scene. It’s bad and not at all a believable situation, but I hope it’s ok enough to be mildly enjoyable!

Aelin was having a spectacular day.

She had woken up around six, laying near the hottest man to ever walk on this Earth. In the previous night, she had drank enough to practically guarantee her a bitch hangover, but apparently her beautiful, silver-haired stranger had fucked it right out of her. A few times.

Not so proudly, Aelin sneaked out of his house without making a single sound. Maybe she should have stayed, maybe asked for his name. But she was also almost sure she had given him her number yesterday, and so if he wanted to continue things, he could call her. If not… Well, it had been a fun night.

Understatement of the fucking century.

And thanks to her stranger, once she got home, Aelin felt energized and inspired enough to finally give the painting a try.

The painting had become Aelin’s nightmare for the past year and a half. She had the idea, had the ability, but didn’t know how to do it, how to tackle it. She tried a few times every few days, and left the room hating it more and more. The painting started to be a mock to her abilities— she would finish other works, beautiful works, and yet the messy canvas would always stare at her from the corner of the room.

Aelin was mainly a sculptor, not a painter, and so she didn’t even know why it bothered her so much but it did. Oh, it most certainly did.

For the past eighteen months, staring at that taunting canvas was like staring at yourself on the mirror for too long. The vision started to blur, and it didn’t look real, evoked a deep panic.

For the past eighteen months, Aelin hated that fucking painting.

And yet, when she got home earlier, all she could think is that she might be able to finish it. The painting was supposed to be of Oakwald, a beautiful forest that extended for the whole expanse of the west of Terrasen. She hadn’t been at home for so long now, and all she wanted was a painting of how she remembered the forest to be. She wanted to capture its light, its life. She wanted it to look exactly how it was in her memory, but the colors never seemed right. Her fondness of the memory was becoming stained with that stupid canvas.

All she needed was the right palette.

And he had walked in a bar and sat by her side yesterday.

Her stranger was the literal embodiment of her memory, so much so that for a split second, Aelin had thought she had gone officially insane. His silver-grey hair was the exact shade of the sky on the cloudy mornings when she and her dad would go for a walk. Eyes a combination of a few shades of green and small specks of brown that reminded her of how the trees were. His demeanor was cold, and yet Aelin found him somehow so welcoming— just like she felt back at Oakwald, back home.

Her stranger had given her the thing she had needed for the past eighteen months, even if he hadn’t given her even his name.

Aelin was staring proudly at the now finished painting when the phone rang. She was glad her roommate wasn’t at home to witness her staring at the painting for that long like a crazy person, and honestly hoped it was Lysandra calling to ask if she wanted to go out and grab something to eat.

Or maybe it’s your stranger.

Aelin forced herself to shove every single spark of hope down until they were nothing more than cinders. To be honest, Aelin knew that she probably wouldn’t get a call from him. It was his first day in town, they both had been drunk, and, even though the sex had been great, her stranger didn’t seem like the dating type.

At least not the dating type with a woman who left his house unannounced at six in the morning after leaving him with no note other than her number that could potentially be wrong since said woman was already tipsy when she gave it to him.

A fucking shame.

“Hey.” Aelin said, putting the phone to her ear as she looked for her car keys. She wanted to be in the elevator by the time the word “eat” left Lys’s mouth.

“Is this Aelin?” A female voice she had never heard in her life asked, uncertainty and hesitation lacing every word.

Aelin withdrew the phone from her ear and looked at the unknown number.

Aelin rarely gave her phone number to strangers, and lately it had only been to…

Oh fucking shit.

He had a girlfriend?

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Hum, yes?” Aelin sounded as uncertain as the girl. “I’m sorry, but who is this?”

Maybe it wasn’t what she thought. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe—

“Do you know a Rowan?”

Well.

“Maybe?” Aelin wanted to bang her head against a wall. Almost seven months without touching a guy, and the first one in her way back to the land of the social people had a girlfriend. At least she knew his name now. Rowan seemed fitting, matched his appearance somehow. “Silver hair, green eyes, looks really pissed even when he’s sleeping?”

Please say no.

“Oh, yes.” The woman said, sounding… relieved? “I’m doctor Towers, and—“

“Doctor?” Aelin blurted out, all anger and nervousness being substituted for confusion. “Doctor?”

“Yes. Well, actually an intern since I’m still halfway through my first year here and—“

“I swear I mean no offense, but I am a little confused.” Aelin interrupted her after she started mumbling. “You’re Rowan’s girlfriend?”

“No!” The woman shouted loud enough that Aelin had to take the phone from her ear. “Gods, no. I thought you were his girlfriend.”

A moment of silence passed through the two women.

“What the fuck?” Was everything Aelin managed to say. She cleared her throat, mind trying to catch up with what was happening. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re the only contact on his phone.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“I am.”

“You are.”

“I— Why are you calling me?” Aelin shook her head, her grip on her keys strong enough that started to be painful. She didn’t know if this was some type of joke her friends were pulling on her, or if Rowan was just some sick asshole that was fucking with her now that he had her number but she sure as hell wasn’t enjoying the experience.

“Well, you see.” She cleared her throat, voice tone becoming more serious, more professional. “Rowan was admitted into the Torre’s hospital a few hours ago. He was involved in an accident, and all the emergency contacts we could find are not in town as of now. I know it is not protocol, and I’m breaking so many rules here, but I went through his phone to see if I could find a contact of someone who was around. We didn’t know if his injuries were serious or not, but…”

Doctor Towers didn’t finish the sentence, and dread mixing with some type of anxiety started rolling inside Aelin’s stomach. “But?”

She didn’t respond the question, instead changing the subject. “You’re the only contact, Miss Aelin.”

Aelin slowly sat down, the dead silence of the apartment mixing with the expectant silence from Doctor Towers. She didn’t know the guy, didn’t even know his name until two minutes ago, and yet the image of the painting in the other room kept flashing in her mind, the colors in the canvas mixing with the colors she saw on his face. “I— Is he alive?”

“Yes, yes. He’s in surgery, I believe.” The initial apprehension came back to the woman’s voice. “I don’t know, actually. Again, just an intern. People don’t tell me much here.”

“And I suppose hiding somewhere after stealing a patient’s phone isn’t the best way to pick up on any information they might be sharing in the halls right now.” Aelin said, some amusement for the girl showing through her voice. “Where are you? Storage room?”

“Coma patient room.” Doctor Towers laughed nervously. “I thought I was helping.”

“It’s fine.” Aelin said even though she didn’t feel it.

The line went silent once more, and after a minute, Aelin said. “Well, bye, I guess.”

“Wait.” The doctor’s apprehensive voice sounded again. “Couldn’t you… Can you still come? Even if you’re just his friend?”

Aelin sat frozen on her chair. “I’m not his friend.”

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “Ok. Sorry. Have a great night, Miss Aelin.”

Before Aelin could respond, the call was ended.

—————

The first thing Rowan noticed when he opened his eyes was that he was not at the rented apartment he and the rest of his friends had gotten for the summer.

The lights were too white and too artificial, the bed too uncomfortable to be the same one he had slept the previous night.

And there was also the fact it felt as if he had been thrown from the top of a building, broken every single bone in the impact and, somehow, survived.

He tried opening his eyes a little bit more and acute pain shot to his brain.

Unfortunately. Unfortunately survived.

Shit, maybe he was in hell.

“I don’t know if the struggle is amusing or pathetic.” A low and sultry voice sounded from the left corner of the room. “Maybe try not staring directly into the light and then try opening your eyes.”

Rowan turned his head to where the soft voice had come from, pain burning his neck with the movement but he found himself incapable of not looking at her direction. But the woman was right, and Rowan managed to open his eyes enough to see her seating in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs, legs crossed in front of her and fingers laced on top of her stomach.

Rowan mentally scratched his last thought. If he had actually died, that certainly was tilting a lot more towards heaven than hell even with the killing pain.

“Fuck, I think I died.” Rowan blurted out.

“I’ll pretend you just compared me to an angel, not to the devil.” She said, getting up and walking in his direction. Despite her hurt tone, she was smiling as she approached his bed. “It’s the least you could do after you ruined my perfectly perfect day. I was having a blast, you know?”

Hell, heaven, or Earth— it honestly didn’t fucking matter because the pain was the same, but her voice seemed to soothe his muscled, make the pain secondary to the pleasure of listening to her voice.

“Yeah?” Rowan rasped out, hoping she would continue talking.

“Oh, yeah.” She sat by the edge of the bed, straightening his sheets. The light wasn’t so blinding anymore, and he could see every detail on her face.

Heaven. Definitely heaven.

“I’m an artist, you know. Sculptor mostly, but I’m a decent painter. There’s this painting I’ve been trying to get done for over a year now, and today I did not only make progress I liked, but I also finished it. I thought today was going to be a terrible day, you know? Yesterday I found out my flight back home had been canceled and I would only be able to get another one by the end of summer, so I went to a bar and planned on getting drunk. Today was a day for tears and hangovers.”

“But?” Rowan asked automatically, all too focused on the woman sitting next to him.

She smiled, raising a hand to brush his hair from his face, fingers intertwining with the shoulder-length knots he most certainly had after whatever it was that had happened. She seemed too focused on her hand gently undoing the knots, but thankfully kept talking. “But I met this guy, you know? Definitely not from here, accent gave it away immediately. Also not from where I am from. Just that made him interesting enough. And,” she turned her eyes to him, eyes glinting with mischief. “Very, very fucking hot. That definitely made him even more interesting.”

“What a guy.” Rowan could feel some of the life coming back to his body, and even managed to weakly match the grin she had on her face.

“Oh, yes, what a guy. Fucked the hangover and artistic block right out of me. A hero, if you will.” Her grin extended into a smile, and she shook her head. “So imagine how ruined my day was when I got a call saying my amazing bar guy had been in a car accident.”

Rowan let out a broken laugh, his ribs screaming in pain when he did so. “So irresponsible of him.”

She assented solemnly. “And there I was, hoping he would have called me to go out on a date. I’m not picky but hospital is a huge downgrade from mind blowing sex in his expensive apartment.”

Rowan laughed again, not even caring about the pain. “I’m sure the guy would have asked you if you hand’t left the expensive apartment at the crackass of dawn without telling him.”

“And instead of calling he let his car be smashed by a fucking truck to get my attention? Tsk, tsk, tsk… Maybe I didn’t dodge a bullet with this idiot.”

Rowan’s lips were taken by a grin. “Well it worked, didn’t it?”

“Next time try something a little less dramatic.” She said, eyes narrowing but Rowan could see how she was trying to contain a smile.

“The girl really seemed into dramatics tho. Gave it away last night when she—“

“Since I didn’t know your name until your doctor called me, Rowan, I’ll save you the embarrassment of asking mine.” She interrupted him, slender fingers going from his hair to the top of his lips. “I’m Aelin.”

“Aelin.” He said against the finger sushing him. “May I ask how you got here?”

She blushed a little, taking the finger from his mouth and straightening her spine. “I was the only contact in your list. They called me.”

“Lost my phone in the airport yesterday and had to buy a new one. Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, small nose frowning. “You’re very talkative for someone who could barely open his eyes a few minutes ago.”

“Am I?” Rowan said, hoping to push some of her buttons. Consciousness had been coming back slowly, and Rowan certainly remembered every single detail. Remembered being pissed by losing his phone, impatient because he would have to wait two more days for his friends to arrive.

Remembered all the pissy and impatience leaving his body once he sat on the bar by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had been quick-mouthed, with no filter, and absolutely hypnotizing. She wasn’t just fucking beautiful, but also funny, smart, and had the ability to make him forget every single thing that was making him irritated.

And the rest of the night… It was a shame Rowan was bedridden, he certainly wouldn’t mind reenacting last night again.

And again. And again.

And again.

Rowan had wondered earlier if she had been that amazing because he was drunk. The answer was obviously no.

Aelin pursed her lips, red coloring her cheeks. She cleared her throat, rolling her eyes. “The doctor guilty tripped me.”

“Yeah?” Rowan knew he was smiling like an idiot.

“She said you were in surgery and she didn’t know how serious.” Aelin finally looked him straight in the eyes, and Rowan noticed how beautiful hers were. “No one deserves to have no one in this situation. She said your friends were out of town, and the girl sounded desperate enough that it sounded as if you were fucking died. Again, no one deserves to die alone. Specially someone this good in bed.”

It took Rowan a second to understand everything she had just said. When the last sentence finally registered on his brain, Rowan laughed. Aelin shook her head, a small smile appearing again.

“Also, you’re the first guy I slept with in seven months. Letting you die alone seemed like bad luck.”

“I am honored you put so much consideration into coming to stay with me.”

“Shut it.”

“If it makes you feel less embarrassed—“

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“I would have come too. Make sure my best fuck wasn’t dead.”

“Awn, best fuck? You’ll make me tear up like this, Ro. So romantic.” Aelin pretended to clean fake tears the moment the doctor in darker scrubs and a few on lighter ones entered the room.

“Good to see you awake, Mr Whitethorn.” The man smiled at him, checking his charts. “It’s always good to see wives crying of happiness rather than sadness around here.”

“Of course.” Rowan agreed, turning to Aelin and raising an eyebrow.

“They wouldn’t let me stay if I wasn’t family.” She whispered low enough so that only Rowan would hear. Her face slowly broke into a grin, and she winked at him before turning to the doctor. “So he’ll be fine, right, doctor?”

Rowan had to bite his cheeks from laughing at how obviously fake she sounded, but no one other than him noticed. “Yes, yes. Other than a fracture to his right wrist, your husband is completely fine. Some bruising and soreness that painkillers can help, but nothing major. You two are free to enjoy your vacations when he’s discharged tomorrow.”

“Oh, great.” Rowan said, nodding seriously. “My wife here has just informed me that a hospital is no adequate place for a first date.”

All the people in the room laughed, thinking Rowan meant their first date in Antica.

Not their first date ever.

“I’ll leave you two. Anything you need, ask a nurse and they will page me.” The doctor in darker scrubs said, leaving the room with all the ones in lighter scrubs following.

“Where do you live?” Rowan asked the moment the doctor was out.

Aelin turned to him, fingers going back to his silver hair. “Have been living here for the past two years in an art internship. Going back to Orynth, Terrasen by the end of the summer.” She curled a strand around her finger before looking to his face. “You?”

“Have been and will continue to be a very happy resident of Orynth.” Rowan said, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Definitely happier after the summer.”

“Haven’t even asked me out and you’re already thinking about the end of the summer.” Aelin shook her head and clicked her tongue even though she was smiling. “No surprise you got into a car accident, so speedy.”

His smirk grew into a smile. “My dear wife, would you like to go on a date with me?”

She narrowed her eyes, taking her sweet, sweet time to answer. “I’ll think about it.”

“And, seeing how the doctor talked about all my grave injuries—“

“Grave.” She snorted.

“Do I get kisses to feel better?” Rowan’s tone was full of mockery and some laughter.

“If I kiss every place you’re hurting after being hit by a fucking truck, I think we’d be here for a long while.”

“You didn’t complain yesterday.”

Aelin half laughed, half snorted. Rolling her eyes, she bent forward, and even though she was trying very hard not to, Rowan could see the start of a smile just before she pressed her lips against his. They were sweeter and softer than he remembered, and despite the pain on his arms and specially on his right wrist, Rowan raised his hands and put them in her golden strawberry hair.

“One more thing.” He said against her mouth.

“Has anyone ever told you that you ask for too much?” Aelin said impatiently.

“As our situation is already as fucking weird as it’s gonna get—“

“You don’t say!” Aelin said, voice dripping with so much fake surprise Rowan couldn’t stop but smirk up at her.

“As our situation is already as fucking weird as it’s gonna get,” he repeated forcefully, eyes narrowing at her as her smile widened. “Tomorrow, when my friends arrive.”

“Yes?”

“Can you please still pretend you’re my wife?”

Aelin stared at him blankly for a moment before letting out a full, lovely laugh. The bed shook with her laughter, and Rowan joined her— a little weakly due to the pain, but joined her nonetheless. She bent down to kiss him again, nodding as she did so. “Of course. What type of person would I be if I didn’t help such injured person find some happiness in their lives?”

Rowan kissed her back, fingers playing with her hair. “So this means you’ll go out with me?”

“We’ll see.”

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fragileizywriting · 2 years

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Hi izy! How are you?! I have a question!! In the rewrite, does adrien already knows for sure that luka is an angel or he just suspects it and is fishing for confirmation?! I love those little details you put in there, adrien making little comments and luka being like 😚✌️ and mari being like ????

hi!!!! how are you!!!!!!! i've been procrastinating on hw this morning even though i definitely shouldn't be!!!!

adrien is 99.9% sure in the rewrite!!! he's so sure!!!! he's connected the dots!!!! there's still a lot that adrien isn't sure of, like for example who he is (he hasn't seen his wings yet) or who he was (still no wings), but the things luka has said and the way he talks about gabriel and everytime adrien reads something about heaven luka is snorting and it's just suspicious.

luka hasn't said it yet, (and chapter five is in luka's pov so you'll see why he hasn't said it, and i hope people laugh because the reason he hasn't is so ridiculous and stupid that the moment i thought about it i couldn't stop laughing, plus, and it ties into this mini fic i have where alya finds out and luka is suddenly claustrophobic behind the bar because all of them, luka marinette nino alya and adrien— all five of them are in his space and he's casually pushing them one by one to the other side of the counter as alya is trying not to groan at the fact that there’s a First in her club) but until then, adrien is definitely waiting for the slipup. the confirmation.

marinette is going to have a lot (a lot!) of moments in this fic where she's right on the nose of it but doesn't even believe what she's saying because it sounds like a fairytale and adrien is cursing luka in his head in every single language he knows, kind of like

"god, you're such an angel, luka 🥰"

and adrien is looking at him like "you son of a bitch you better say yes to that, you better say yes to that, don't you fucking dare lie to her, don't you dare lie to marinette--"

and luka is just going to keep escaping the problem every. time.

i want to keep adding all of these little jabs in here because it's never actually talked about in DL itself, so this way, the reader knows what's being implied (because it kind of sprung up on everyone when i wrote the sequel!) but adrien is playing the long game right now.

you know what, i might even add the part where adrien does the same exact sex move to luka, that thing that luka does where he’s pressing into his shoulders until he's gasping, but then luka just DOESNT SAY ANYTHING afterwards and adrien is just sitting there like ARE YOU SERIOUS RN IM GONNA FIGHT which leads to more wrestling. this has been my ted talk.

now if you'll excuse me, i have a solidworks certification to study for uwu have a good friday, dear anon!!!!

#speakizys #demon lovin

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lovvedaggers · 3 years

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What Should’ve been: A resume for my episodes 19 and 20

I may write and put it on AO3 but I needed to get the plot points out of my head first.

Episode 19

- Same first scene where Dean tells Sam and Jack what happened to Cas.

- Jack praying to Cas as it was.

- Sam and Dean convo and reaction to Jack's new power.

- They talk to Jack about it and actually Confort him bc he. Is. A. Kid.

- Same conversation with Chuck.

- Time passes. Sam and Dean are show with their terrible coping skills.

- Jack senses a presence.

- They meet Michael at the Church; He agrees to help.

- Michael tries to open the book; It doesn't work.

- Brother moment where Sam talks about Eileen and Dean talks about what Cas did for him and how guilty he feels.They confort each other.

[No Lucifer. The show passed the need for Lucifer]

- Convo between Michael and Jack; Michael senses Jack's powers and talks about how he's nothing like his sperm donor, Lucifer; Jack says Michael is very different from the AU one; Michael says it's because of Adam that he learned to love and understand humanity.

- They both try to open the book and it works; Same scene of Sam talking about a spell. [because, y’a know, God is watching]

- Confront with Chuck; The spell doesn't work; Jack is throw back; Michael steps in and reaffirms his position to protect humanity; Chuck defeats him but doesn't kill.

- Same scene of Sam and Dean getting beat up but still standing. [That was good]

- Jack pulls an Avatar with Chuck and turns him human.

- The boys saying they're not killers and that Chuck will live and die like any other person.

[No flashback to explain resolution. This is not CSI]

- Jack brings everyone back; Shots of the characters that vanished in 18.

[Not hard to do even in Covid world just use the same shot from 18 from a different angle I know they have]

- Adam is show to have returned to his body.

- Sam questions Jack about Amara; He says she's with him and when everything is fixed in heaven they'll split again but balance will be mantained.

[Because they are individuals and deserve to be independent of each other]

- Dean questions if Jack will go back home with them; Jack says it will take a little while before he can return home; He states Michael will help him reestructure Heaven.

- Eileen calls Sam; He backs away to answer.

- Dean asks Jack to bring Cas back; Jack says he can't interfere with the Empty's domain directly but Dean can. Jack says for Dean to go home and wait in the room Cas was taken.

- Sam returns to the scene; They say goodbaye and thanks to Michael and Adam; They hug Jack and they both disappear.

- Cut to the bunker. Dean kept miracle and it’s been days since Jack left. Sam and Eileen are shown together while Dean keeps waiting in the dungeon.

- Sam reassures him they’ll get Cas back; They share a beer by the table in the Library. [End of Episode]

EPISODE 20

- Opening with Dean and Miracle; Sam doing laundry, etc.

- Dean piling up book after book to find something to help Cas; Sam is concerned and tries to talk Dean in working on a case Donna called them for.

- Dean says he doesn’t feel free bc Cas is dead bc of him; Says he even went to hell for Rowena’s help but she couldn’t do anything either. Sam says Jack will come through with his promise and the least they can do is help someone rn. Dean finally agrees.

- People are disappering without a trace.

- They follow one that seems sketchy to a barn where are people dressed in black, their faces covered in black goo. It’s the Empty controlling vessels.

- Sam and Dean are discovered. They try to fight but it’s in vain. The Empty taunts Dean about Cas, saying he’s suffering bc of him.

- A blinding light cuts the darkness. It’s Jack, acompanied by two angels; The black goo vanishes and Jack transports them back to the bunker, in the dungeon.

- They question him and Jack explains that they needed to summon the Shadow away from it’s domain so it would get weaker; He says Michael and Amara are holding the Shadow as long as they can.

- Jack says it will be dangerous but he can get them in; They agree in silent looks.

- The Empty is loud; Without the Shadow, angels and demons are screaming in agony, some awake, some not.

- Dean calls for Cas as Jack focuses to find him; They find Castiel but he’s still asleep, relieving his regrets.

- Dean asks if Jack can wake him; Jack explains that, given his new role, he’s interfering too much alredy; It has to be Dean.

- Angels and demons start to rise up; Jack puts a barrier to stop them but he gets weaker by the minute; He creates a gun and handles to Sam.

- The bullets are made of angel blades. It’ll keep them away for a time like salt keeps away ghosts.

- Jack touches Dean and Cas’ foreheads and links Dean to Castiel’s subconcious.

- Dean can see his worst memories: the times he let them down, his betrayal, the lobotomies, etc.

- He finds Cas chained, much like Dean in Hell; Cas doen’t believe it’s him. Dean says he’s real. They are real.

- Shot of Sam shooting some people; The Shadow comes back and threatens them.

- Dean’s confession ensues. [everything i could write it now wouldn’t do it justice]

- Shot of their hands clasped; Dean pulls him out of the chains.

- They awake and Jack zaps them away before the Shadow can strike; Back to the bunker, Dean and Cas are still holding hands.

- Jack says the Empty will never stop coming after Cas and gives him the choice to become human.

- Cas says nothing and Dean backs away. Sam hugs Cas.

- Convo between Cas and Jack; Cas says he doesn’t want Jack to be alone. Jack says he never will be and that Cas is needed more on earth than heaven - cuts to Dean- Cas nods and hugs Jack.

- One last scene between Jack and his dads; He says Amara and Michael are running Heaven pretty well and that all souls are now together in a new eternety, free of ilusion. Jack says he will pop in from time to time to see them.

- Jack leaves; Dean asks Cas why he didn’t go too. Cas said that Jack told him he was needed here. Was Jack wrong? Dean just hugs him.

- Fast foward to Sam and Eileen saying goodbye to Dean and Cas.

- Jack monologuing about his family; shots of Sam and Eileen leading the new Men of Letters; Their kids running around in the bunker, carving their names on the table too. [a boy and a girl bc Sam deserves to have a cute little girl]

- Dean and Cas (now human) running a bar where hunters pass by, living their best lives.

- Jack saying family doesn’t end in blood but it doesn’t start there either; Shots of their extended family: Jody, Donna, the wayward girls, Charlie, Rowena, etc. Even past characters for dramatic intent.

- Ending shot of the sunset as the impala drives away.

#I'll need some time before writing I need to finish college essays first #destiel #saileen #supernatural

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