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ii. BAD IDEA, RIGHT?

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: what if the break up wasn't really called a break up since the night he called it end?

warning: timeline inaccuracies, cursing

a/n: josephinearon is jo's (y/n's best friend) instagram user

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[sansaorgana]

Ok but Buck getting jealous or riled up from a British Air Force trying to get at his gal 👀

EDIT: I've just realized I totally misread this and didn't notice it's about BRITISH Air Force sdfghjkl; I hope you forgive me 🤣 I'm an idiot, I swear to God. feel free to send it again so I'll write another one!!!

hi, babe 🧸 thank you for your request 💗 Buck and reader are in America while this short fic takes place. let's say he got a few weeks off to spend at home 🏡

i currently have 2 more requests in my inbox but i was busy watching the bear today and now i have a slight migraine so i'll deal with them tomorrow, sorry xx

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

"What are you thinking of, doll?" his deep voice made you look up and blink a few times like you couldn't believe that he was there; back in your arms, so close and so warm. You were slow dancing together with Buck for the past half an hour but you couldn't focus on the moment even though you knew you should. He wasn't back for good. Not yet.

"You've only a few missions left," you bit on your lower lip and he chuckled before leaning in to look deep into your eyes.

"Aw, don't think 'bout it, babe. I left it behind for a few weeks, yes?" he pecked your lips and you tried to smile. "Come on, why the long face?"

"I'm sorry," you sniffled back the tears forming in the corners of your eyes and shook your head.

"Makes me think you're not happy to see me back in town," he teased and spun you around gently before pressing you close to him again. "What? Won't be able to see a loverboy for a while?"

"Don't be stupid, Buck. There ain't no loverboy but you," you chuckled finally and pushed him softly.

"There better not be 'cause I'd have to fix his face right."

"Sure thing, big man," you gave him a wide smile and cupped his face to caress his cheeks. You loved seeing your hands on him. You especially loved seeing your engagment ring on your finger. "You look so handsome in that suit, Cleven."

"That's Major Cleven for you, big mouth," he winked at you and you pulled a face to make him laugh.

"Fetch me something to drink, will you, Major Cleven?" you leaned in to kiss his cheek and asked. "All that dancing made me thirsty."

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded and walked you back to the table that had been occupied by you two before. He grabbed his cap to put it back on his head and approached the bar.

In the meantime, you opened your purse and tried to find a compact mirror with the powder to fix your shining nose and forehead. You didn't notice that some man stood above you. When you were done with your looks, you closed the mirror with a loud pop sound and you almost jumped in your seat at the sound of a tall dark-haired guy that kept staring at you.

"Excuse me?" you asked and looked him up and down. He was wearing a suit like your Buck but he was no Major.

"Um, I'm sorry, I've just noticed a beautiful girl sitting here all by herself and… I thought that, well, uh, I'mma fix that, perhaps…?" he took his cap off and squeezed it nervously with one of his hands as his other one went behind his head to scratch it awkwardly.

"And you are…?" you tried not to laugh at him. He was kind of adorable in that.

"Um… Sergeant… Sergeant Tommy Smith, miss," he introduced himself.

"Sergeant?" you raised an eyebrow. "Have you been to Europe already?"

"No, miss, no, I… I am going soon… It's my last few weeks before I go," he explained and you could see sweat forming upon his forehead. "Can I… Can I perhaps sit down?" he proposed, probably not realizing how bold it was. But he looked like he was about to faint any given moment.

"Sure thing, honey," you moved a little to give him a spot next to you but you tried to find Buck amongst the crowd. You couldn't see him, though, which was no surprise because the place was full of people – airmen, soldiers and their sweethearts... or girls hoping to become sweethearts soon.

"You're so… So kind, miss," Tommy nodded his head at you as he sat next to you. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Who said I was alone?" you smiled at him and he blushed. "Oh, don't worry, he's not the beating up kind, my man."

Tommy seemed to sigh with relief but then his eyes widened at the sight of someone standing behind you.

"Is… Is that him?"

"Oh, honey, he's not scary at all, my man, he's…" you started with a chuckle but then you turned around and you saw the man that Tommy had been referring to.

It wasn't Buck. He was huge, enormous even. You've never seen an uniform so tight on the muscles like that. And he was tall as well. Wearing sunglasses inside at night type of guy. He was handsome, oh yes, he was. But he had this aura around him as if he had thought that the whole wolrd revolved around him. He was also an airman and he was chewing gum arrogantly.

"Is that kid bothering you, love?" he asked.

"Um… No," you shook your head and tried to find Buck desperately with your eyes but there was still no sight of him. "Not at all," you added.

"I'll g-go now…" Tommy stood up to leave quietly.

"No, don't leave me…" you tried to plead in a whisper but he put his cap back on and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

So, now you were left with the big guy.

"Finally. These new ones are like pests," he sighed and sat next to you without asking for permission.

"Excuse me…?" you squealed but he only laughed and took his sunglasses off to take a better look at you.

"Why so scared, gorgeous?" he grinned showing off a set of pearly white teeth.

"Care to at least give me your name?" you asked, trying to move as far away as possible while staying discreet.

"Let's say you're about to find out later that night when you're gonna scream it, sugar," he winked at you and you almost gagged.

"Oh, I do believe I already have a name to scream," you stated, deciding that perhaps being as vulgar as him would make him finally get the message. But that was not the case.

"That guy's?" he laughed. "That kid's?"

"No," you shook your head and looked around but Buck wasn't coming.

"Something tells me you're bluffing me, little one," he leaned in and you took a deep breath in, trying to calm yourself down.

"Why would I?" you raised your hand to show him your ring. He hummed and whistled at it.

"Nice piece, baby. But it can mean anything," he insisted. "I think you're just playing hard to get, am I right, sweetheart?"

"Please, I am not interested," you shook your head as he was trying to put his arm around you.

"Why not? You seemed to be interested in the other guy and he was a fucking nobody."

"He was kind… And he wasn't pushy," you tried to get away as he was moving closer and closer.

"What's your name, by the way, sugar?" the man asked.

"Her name is Mrs. Gale Cleven," Buck's familiar, deep and warm voice made you look up as you smiled through the tears of humiliation.

He was standing above you with a drink in his hand and he looked oh-so-pissed like you've never seen him before.

"Shit, man, you mean she's married to that Major Cleven?" the big man let go of you and stood up immediately, grabbing his sunglasses from the table. "Thanks for the heads up, dude. And you are…?"

"Major Gale Cleven, dude," Buck answered angrily and you watched how the creep's smile dropped instantly.

"Oh, there's… There's been some misunderstanding, Major, I… There was a young Sergeant bothering your wife and I…" he started to stutter.

Buck looked at you now and you knew that he wasn't angry at you but his intense bright eyes still caused a chill go down your spine.

"Is that true?" he asked.

"There was a young Sergeant talking to me, I invited him to sit with me. He was friendly," you nodded. "I did not require saving as far as I am concerned… You, on the other hand," you looked at the scared big guy, "you were far from polite and you didn't treat me like a lady at all."

Buck put the glass down loudly in front of you and stared at the guy with contempt as the muscles of his jaw twitched.

"Let's take it outside," he proposed as your eyes widened. Buck was never the type to start a bar fight or anything of that sort. And as much as you believed in your brave Major, you didn't want him to fight that huge man.

"Buck, honey," you stood up to put a hand on his chest, "let him go, he's just drunk. He's not worth getting in trouble."

"I'm sorry Major, I didn't mean to be rude to your wife, sir," the man saluted.

"You only apologize because you know she's my wife. Otherwise you'd keep bothering her," Buck squinted his eyes.

"No, sir."

"Yes, Lieutenant, now get the fuck out of here."

"Sir, yes, sir!" the man saluted for the last time before walking away as fast as possible.

"Buck!" you pushed him gently as your jaw dropped. "Where did you learn such language?"

He didn't answer, however. He sat down, took his cap off and ran his fingers through his hair. You could see his hands shaking from restraining himself. You decided to give him a moment so you just sat down as well and sipped on your drink.

"Thanks for the coke, baby," you whispered eventually.

"You're welcome. The queue was long, sorry 'bout that."

"Oh, no need to be sorry," you caressed his tense arm. "Buck, you're okay?"

"Yeah, um, no," he looked up to meet your gaze and you furrowed your brow. He took your left hand and caressed your knuckles. "We should get married for real."

"I know, baby," you smiled widely, "when you come back to me for good, yes?"

"No, now," he insited all of sudden in a serious tone. "What if I don't come back for good?"

"Oh, don't say that! You've only a few missions left and… And this is supposed to ensure that you come back! God won't let you die when he knows you've a marriage to look forward to!"

"I want you to be safe if I don't come back," he didn't listen to you. "You'll have more privileges as a widow."

"Why are you bringing this up?!" you could feel tears forming in your eyes. "You were the one to tell me to stop thinking about it."

"But that jerk made me realize a thing or two, alright? Shh… Shh…" he cupped your face and kissed you. "Don't you want to be Mrs. Gale Cleven for real, sweetheart?"

"I… I do," you chuckled and nodded.

"God," he sighed and pecked your lips one more time, "thinking of you wearing my surname makes me dizzy more than any turbulence I've ever had to deal with."

"Just you wait and see, Major," you laughed through the tears, "being married to me will be the worst turbulence you'll ever experience."

"I hope that's a promise, doll."

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#sansaorgana: Answered #lovely anons #lilysfiction #gale cleven x reader #*buck #austin butler x reader

[siennaditbot]

Just finished watching all of Kim Possible for the first time ever (and in English) and man, it's such a great show.

I did watch it as a kid whenever it aired in Finnish. (I miss those fun school mornings...) The dub was ok as well, though I won't go back to that again. Did check for some clips and I'm glad I was able to watch it back then, but CCR and Will Friedle are so good. The others are too, ofc.

Anyway, back then it was all tainted by my own feelings, cuz I too had a guy childhood best friend I had feelings for. I saw him and myself in them and wanted the same yadda yadda yadda. Well, stuff happened and we haven't talked in at least a year. No big, pfft.

At least this time I got to enjoy this show without them stupid feelings affecting my experience lol. (Except with the So the Drama "a loop has been formed and I'm not in it" and all the Ron feelings about Kim finding someone else. Ugh, been there.)

Anyway, binge watching gave me a completely new experience. Not much shipping related stuff in the first 2 seasons, though there were some I giggled over and replayed to analyze. Mostly just best friends being best friends. No significant awkwardness.

Seasons 3 and 4 though? GAHH. So much ship teasing. Emotion Sickness is my absolute fav episode with Kim getting a device that controls emotions and makes her fall in love with Ron, and the guy's so confused but also so so lovestruck. (He didn't know abt the device at first btw)

I love all those soff little Ron moments, I keep replaying them over and over.

"It (them dating) could happen!"

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, I mean who hasn't?"

"What's not to like about Kim? She's smart and cute..."

"Something's different now. I mean there's something between us... Who am I kidding, that's not different. There's been something there for a long time. I think there's something there. Does she?"

Gahhh I love soff Ron so much.

Also yes I am the type to rewatch all the soft and kissy scenes over and over, there are others too since compilation videos exist!!

Anyway, just realized how most of their kisses are initiated by Kim, but my favourites? (Lol that feels cringe to say. Fav kisses? Pfft) Either both going in or initiated by Ron! (The Emotion Sickness one is great too, Ron's so love struck!!! Adorable.)

-> So the Drama dance scene (THEY'RE SO SOFF GO LOOK AT THEIR FACES), one where they run into each other's arms, and the final one where Ron places his hands on her face and goes in first.

I never knew how much I wanted to do a forehead touch->kiss or have someone hold my face like that.

Also S1 EP1 Ron voice superiority. So low and cute. That makes me swoon. Gahhhh. Rewatched the first few minutes and DANG I WISH HE KEPT THAT VOICE. I'm barely able to form a sentence rn. Gahh.

Also adore all the denial scenes, Kim's too. Girl's so jealous of Yori. "Awk-weird" to bring your best friend as a kinda date to an event? Oh yeah, feed me. I love the awkward pre-dating stage so much that I'm mad my Sonic fic doesn't have more of it lol.

All the tiny nods to stuff changing during season 3? Ron going "She's not my girlfriend!!" to Shego of all people, all of a sudden and without probing, just cuz she asked where Kim was! I love him.

Also, the theme song is banger. Also also, I set the communicator beep-beep-be-beep as my notif sound. Kinda confusing while watching, though, heh.

Was that all? I think so, maybe. I'm pretty sure no one will read this but hey, what is Tumblr for if not stuff like this. Yay for fictional men and couples!

As a final note, I don't think Ron's an absolute swoon worthy guy (barely feel compelled to draw him), I just appreciate guys being soft. Yes, go talk about your feelings and yes, stutter your way to victory!

Anyway, now I'm done.

I'mma throw some gifs under the cut though.

JUST LOOK AT THEM AND THEIR SOFF FACES AND EYES AAAAAAAAAAA

#kim possible #ron stoppable #kim x ron #kim possible x ron stoppable #kimron #SDB rambles #might be my cringiest and worst rambles yes #but that's what the world has to deal with after giving me stuff like this #ok now bye my pizza's gettin cold #long post #kinda #all time otp #no question abt that

[swampstew]

Hey hey, you are the Raven I am cravin’ /eyebrow waggle/ ❤️

I cannot ask for my main man Marco, but I got a request for you I think we’ll both enjoy ^_^

Hit me with some Marimo - relationship style is down bad but no one’s admitting it (until now maybe?) afab they/them. Hobbies are reading, cooking, martial arts, swimming and punning.

Forestcore and nightcore.

Quin you keep talking like that and I'mma shove Zoro out of the way so we can have fun instead! Don't lose your mosshead, keep him on a leash ;)

You are now being connected to your beau…

Purururu puru—

Zoro: Hello? Is this thing even on? Oh you can hear me! Good. We'll be on dry land soon enough, and if you want to hang out or whatever, I'm ok with doing that. TCH No, I don't need you to pick me up, I can find your place on my own. Yes I'm sure! I--hm I have to go, the stupid cook needs the snail. I uhm, look forward to seeing you.

You were pleasantly surprised to find Zoro on your doorstep, on time exactly like he said he would be. You didn't miss the way Franky zoomed away on his motorcycle, all sly-like.

"Told you I knew my way around," the swordsman scratched the back of his head, a pink hue grew on his cheeks as his eyes looked everywhere but you.

"Sure, sure whatever you say Marimo," you grin cheekily, and that made him more flustered.

"TCH, annoying ass. Look we don't have to hangout--"

"Shut up, annoying man!" you bite back, the curve of your lips growing wider as you antagonize your crush.

With a huff, Zoro finally looks you in the eye, the blush on his face deepening, "With an attitude like that, I know exactly what we're going to do first. Hope you still have your sparring gloves."

#zoro x you #1-800-grandlinebling #call me on my shell phone event #follower milestone event #swampstew events #reader insert #raven's silly events #roronoa zoro #pirate hunter zoro

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 37

Hello friends, finally back with another chapter. Things will be a little slow because I'm writing another fic for fnaf:sb so please be patient!

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"Hold on, darling," Bowser rumbled, slipping his hands underneath your arms. You felt weightless as he lifted you up like you were a feather and gingerly placed you into the warm water of the tub; you sighed heavily as the water enveloped your sore, aching body.

"You really didn't have to do all this…" But you weren't complaining! The massage had felt wonderful and was just what you needed, although you were already beginning to feel sore from it.

Bowser snorted as he leaned against the side of the tub. "After all that? I sure as hell do, and I'm happy to, too. Besides, if ya don't soak in the water now, you just gonna be crazy sore later… I mean, shit. I reckon I'mma hafta carry you to the track anyway."

You settled against the side he was leaning on, gently pulling one of his hands to your chest. You knew that ordinarily you would've been embarrassed, shy, and unwilling to let him keep seeing you naked… so this was truly a testament to how much you trusted him already. Also maybe it was the result of getting a little relief after such a long time of fear.

"I mean, I won't complain if you wanna carry me," you said nonchalantly. He hummed curiously; you didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking a little. "Admittedly my legs still feel like jelly."

"There it is," he snickered softly.

"Oh, shut up."

He shifted and kissed your temple, his hand sliding down to your left tight and giving a gentle squeeze. "You gonna be fine, baby. Luckily we don't gotta do much for the race but sit; we got screens to see what's happening at the far ends of the tracks."

"What about lunch? Surely we've missed it," you hummed. "And after that little bit of exercise, I'm starving."

"Hmm, I like a woman with an appetite," he growled softly in your ear.

You couldn't resist rolling your eyes. "What's next? You like a woman with a face, too? Maybe a body?"

His hand shifted to your other thigh, also giving it a light squeeze. "Mostly I like a woman who likes me back. Can't be too picky these days, but physically existin' with lips I can kiss sure is a plus." He nuzzled you gently.

"You big softy," you murmured, turning your head and kissing his nose lightly. "...About lunch, though…"

He laughed softly as he pulled his hand back to your chest. You couldn't help a smile, although honestly you were already feeling your stomach growl - it wouldn't be too long before you'd start to get hangry, you could feel it.

"I'll go tell 'em to bring it if they ain't done so already." He pulled his hand back so he could get to his feet, and after one more kiss to your head he turned and ambled out of the bathroom to go inquire about your lunch.

You took the chance to wash thoroughly, your hair included, and although you tried to get yourself to analyze why you weren't freaking out or reacting with embarrassment, your brain refused to engage.

The long and short of it was that you were safe and loved. No other analysis was required.

When Bowser returned, he had some clothes grasped in one of his big hands. "Lunch is on the table," he announced as he set your clothes on the counter. "I wanted ya to soak longer, but we shouldn't let it get cold."

Thank diety! Lunch!

"Alright. Help me out, please," you smiled gratefully at him.

He draped a towel over one of his forearms before stooping near you to offer his other one across your chest. You put both arms over it, and as easily as he'd set you into the tub, he lifted you out of it and onto your feet. He didn't pull his arm away until he was sure you could at least stand on your own. 

"Legs a little better, then?" he asked, handing you the towel.

"I can at least stand, yes," you nodded as you dried off - carefully, of course. He stood back a little to give you some space. "Thanks, big man."

"Anythin' for my queen," he purred.

Ah, there it was, the feeling of flustered embarrassment. Your cheeks flushed red, but you tried to keep a little composure.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here," you tried to say pleasantly, but it definitely came out in a mumble.

Bowser snickered softly. "No? Seems like ya might like that one, you sure?"

You eyed him; two could potentially play this game. Although for your part, getting called 'queen' might not have been so flustering if he wasn't an actual king. It had a few deeper implications that still made you a little nervous. Maybe you could get used to it, though…

But you'd have to think about that later. Right now you needed to get back at him with something that would make him blush just as hard.

"You gotta let a lady have a breather, you know," you murmured, letting him gather you into his arms so he could carry you to the table. Today, you'd definitely let him carry you wherever.

"But you so cute when you blushin'," he complained as he sat you in a chair. "I can't help it, 'specially since ya still won't tell me yer real name…"

"That's a discussion for later."

Even though you didn't say it too firmly, Bowser sighed and nodded. "We gonna talk about it, though…?"

You smiled warmly at him, lifting the silver dome off of your burger and fries. "Promise," you murmured. He deserved to know the truth, but lunch time as your hanger was creeping in was definitely not the time. Honestly, Bowser was lucky you knew how to control it!

…Who were you kidding? He'd probably think it was adorable despite your very real irritation.

Either way, you picked the burger and bit into it just as your stomach growled loudly enough for him to hear. He laughed, but just shook his head and followed suit with his own burger.

Honestly, after getting fucked so thoroughly and taken care of so tenderly, this was the best burger you'd ever had in your life. Shit, maybe that was the case anyway, but there was definitely something to be said about eating some delicious comfort food after some actual, genuine love and comfort.

Between bites, once you'd had a little water to wash everything down, you smiled warmly over at the man sitting across from you. He blinked, but smiled back as he reached for his own drink.

You waited for him to start drinking before you said, "Just wanted to thank you for today… daddy."

Predictably, he choked on his drink, a dark blush immediately settling in his cheeks as he coughed hard, struggling to process what you just said to him.

You just smiled sweetly and kept eating like nothing had happened.

That's what he got for flustering you.

#bowser #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #super mario bros #fanfic #fanfiction

[trashyangelic]

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ; 𝘩𝘣𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘭𝘣 (Chapter Two)

Felix will appear at the end but its when Lila gets expose on live across the international television connection. Where Alya, Caline, and Bustier recieved lawsuits/getting fired by the School Board. As for Adrien he will be pulled out of school by Gabriel and give him some minor lessons of how to get rid of bullies instead of enabling them.

             ↷ . . . no one's pov &_ 💔

Chloe was at home getting some school footage since the Principal doesn't seem to check it anymore ever since she got suspended as well the same day that Marinette got hers. She told her dad about it and boy he wasn't very happy. Right now she is in her room using her own computer but she is a computer expert but also has a habit to hack into other people's social account along with bank accounts but she can also make sure to mask her evidence without getting caught. She was taught by this by her older brother Michael who is still in college back in Los Angeles last time she remembered. Michael Bourgeois is taking up business in his college year so he can help his mom Audrey Bourgeois but can turn the family company into a CEO Corporation as well if he wants to.

Then as for Sabrina well she had no idea how she got suspended which really pissed her off. "Stupid principal, and curse that lying bitch." She mutter darkly she despises all five people they are The Principal, Miss Bustier, Alya Cesaire, Adrien Agreste, and Lila herself. Sabrina told her father the truth and her father was not very happy at all he send a complaint towards the School Board to do something to the Principal in Francoise Dupont who had decided to suspend his daughter for nothing.

Sabine wasn't happy after hearing this from her daughter that the Principal decided to suspend her for nothing. She wanted to strangle old fat man. So she decided to send a complaint towards the School Board as well. Also ranting about her daughter who was expelled as well for extra measurements.

&. ᝰ _☆★ * ⌒ꜛ ↻!    

Chloe stared at the school footage in shock she found at least five clips one of them happen to be Rossi grabbing the akuma at the courtyard, the second was Rossi threatening Dupain-Cheng,  the third Rossi threatening her Adrikins, the fourth was Rossi placing the Gabriel Fox Necklace on Dupain-Cheng's locker, and lastly Rossi fake fall on the stairs that made Dupain-Cheng get expelled. "Holy shit! I knew that DC was innocent! Stupid Principal can't even check the cameras what the hell?!" She exclaimed.

She even has the list that Dupain-Cheng and Beaureal gave her about the Principal is imposing as the School Board to mostly students who tries to send a complaint towards the School Board this really disgust her the most. "Oh boy, Daddy is not going to be about this one. Now lets see what else did that stupid principal do.. I notice those owl heroes stuff in his office. I'mma check some of the school funds transcriptions." She muttered to herself.

Back with Marinette she was chatting with someone who had experience with Lila Rossi in their old school before moving to a new school as a fresh start.

@𝗠𝗗𝗖𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 : So your saying that if I can disadvantage Lila Rossi. How would that work? I tried many methods but I could not find one.

@𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗟𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗥𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗠𝟯 : Well there is other ways but you need a good team to expose that bitch. The best way is to convince someone who has some experience on blogging unlike that Ladyblogger. I've seen so far she is not doing her job as a reporter suppose to do. Anyway you can also make fake announcement to bring a student or staffs attention by doing a student award but show a presenation of any clips of evidences of Lila Rossi doing and to perhaps find a way to contact her mother as well. If I remember correctly Gretta Rossi as in Lila's mother she is a secretary to the embassador. I can help behalf but I need the number to Chloe Bourgeois though.

@𝗠𝗗𝗖𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 : I can sent it to you on email if that helps. 

@𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗟𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗥𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗠𝟯 : That would be great. I also still need that request delivered that I send to your website.

@𝗠𝗗𝗖𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 : Oh so that was you. I was confuse there but don't worry your order will be sent pretty soon I had to redo it cause someone as in Rossi and her sheep decided to rip my sketchbook for that.

@𝗔𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗟𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗥𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗠𝟯 : What a bitch. Take your time. Lets talk more about how to get rid of Rossi in the group chat with the others they might also help you as well some of us are out of states while a few are in America or in Asian Country.

@𝗠𝗗𝗖𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀 : Okay dokie <;3 

Back with Chloe she was shock last time she check it was about 4 Million Eurors for the School Funds but now its only 4,882 euros. "What the hell did he spend on?!" Chloe exclaimed in shock as she was seeing the transcription withdrawals from the school funds by the Principal then move her mouse to the transcription withdrawals logs that the secretary put up she wasn't very happy with the school money funds then the secretary add a note below saying this is all Damocles fault that the school was not upgraded.

"Well that explains the Sports and the Art Club issues? Now ah here it is. Holy shit. How the fuck did Rossi and Bustier got that many? I thought it was the Principal's doing but now her oh this should be good to inform this to her mommy dearest that she somehow cracked the password code and transferred it to her bank account, I am not sure if her mother knew this.." Chloe said to herself at what she is just seeing right now. 

◟⠀ ⠀✿⠀ ⠀₊⠀ ⠀School Funds Withdrawals ⠀ ⠀.⠀ ⠀.⠀ ⠀▒ School Funds: 4,999,989 Euros .

٪_ ☆* 「 🥀 」 # 1,249,997 Euros withdraw by Monty Damocles [2002] --- transferred to his personal account .

٪_ ☆* 「 🥀 」 # 312,499 Euros withdraw by Monty Damocles [Last 3 Weeks] --- paid for an expensive comics that is availabe online .

٪_ ☆* 「 🥀 」 # 78,124 Euros withdraw by Lila Rossi [Yesterday] --- transferred to her bank account / cracked password

٪_ ☆* 「 🥀 」 # 19,531 Euros withdraw by Caline Bustier [Last Night] --- transferred to her bank account by Monty Damocles

◟⠀ ⠀✿⠀ ⠀₊⠀ ⠀School Funds Total ⠀ ⠀.⠀ ⠀.⠀ ⠀▒ :: 4,882.75 Euros . . .

"Oh fuck the school is now poor because of them.  I'd better tell this to Aurore quickly. Since most of them does the funds along with Dupain-Cheng from the past even I helped. Maybe I can also tell this to Daddy too if he isn't busy at the meeting that he is currently in.. but I do not want to interfer I'll just wait when he comes back home..." Chloe muttered as she made screenshots and make copies into her computer desktop but label them so she can send an email to them but also to the school board.

#miraculous ladybug #chloe redemption #sabrina raincomprix #marinette deserves better #no lila rossi demption #alya salt #lila salt #bustier salt #bad teacher caline bustier #damocles salt #adrien salt #felinette #chloe x sabrina

[bitletsanddrabbles]

Modern AMEW

Not today, writer's block! I'mma write a THING even if it is stupid and short and just exists to say I wrote a THING!

-

"Mama, I can't find the kittens," George pouted, looking under the sofa.

Mary sighed. Sybbie had wanted a kitten, so for her birthday Tom had taken her to see Mr. Mason whose cat had just had a litter. Of course George and Marigold had come along and by the time the birthday girl had selected her new pet, the others had fallen in love with two of it's litter mates. Fortunately Marigold's kitten went with her back to Brancaster, but given that it was a litter of four, none of the children could abide the idea of the last kitten being left all alone, so it had been taken for Caroline, even though she was too young to care. It had all gone well enough, so far, but George was having problems with the notion that kittens, unlike toys, could move and therefore wouldn't always be there when you wanted them. "They've probably fallen asleep somewhere, Georgie, and you should let them be. Kittens need to play, but they also need a lot of sleep."

The boy sighed, but obediently stood and nodded. At least he was old enough to understand things the first time he was told.

Mary smiled and ruffled his hair. "I'm sure they'll turn up. Why don't you see if your father has time to play a bit of cricket? He normally has a bit of free time about now. And speaking of finding things, I need to find Thomas. We were going to do the roof inspection today."

"Alright, Mama!" Apparently concern for the missing kittens was easily overruled by the possibility of maybe hitting the ball this time. He was getting better at it. He started to run out of the room, then immediately checked himself to a fast walk, apparently remembering the rules about running in the house.

Mary watched him go with fond pride, then, checking her watch, went in search of her third butler. They'd agreed that three o'clock would be the best time for the inspection, so it was odd that Thomas wasn't already there. Although he had his faults (although he'd grown out of the worst of them, thankfully), he was normally Johnny on the spot when it came to punctuality. He wasn't in the office. Thinking that perhaps he'd gotten talking and lost track of time, she checked the staff break room, but he wasn't there. Andrew was there, though, so she asked him.

"Last I knew he was going to the library, m'lady," the young man replied. "There was something he wanted to look over for the event tomorrow."

'The event' was Edith giving a reading from her most recent book. It was being held at Downton rather than Brancaster because the book was set in Yorkshire...and, Mary was quite certain, because her sister wanted to drive her insane. Really, she wasn't always popping up to hold events at Edith's house! Still, that wasn't Andrew's problem. With a nod and a word of thanks, she turned and headed to the library.

As she walked through the door, Mary immediately spotted Thomas sitting on one of the sofas. "There you are. I've been wait-" she stopped, her notice moving beyond 'butler' and 'sofa' to take in the entirety of his situation. She sighed. "Oh. Oh dear."

Thomas gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry. I sat down." He grimaced. "In my defense, my shoe had come untied and I just meant to lace it up, but before I was done the grey one got me and...well."

"Yes, I see." Mary looked at the butler, firmly pinned in place by a small pile of fur in his lap. If you knew the colours you were looking for, you could pick out all three kittens - grey, black, and multi-coloured. They were clearly all asleep.

Thomas simply looked at her. She'd never seen the man look so helpless in her life.

After a moment of debate, she did the only thing she could do under the circumstances. Shaking her head, she sighed and looked at the mantle clock. "I suppose we can do the inspection a bit later. They're kittens, they can't sleep that long." She gave the butler a smile that was probably more confident than she felt.

"I'd think not," Thomas replied, although he didn't sound as certain.

"Right then, aim for four?"

#downton abbey #downton abbey fanfiction #stupid thing but i'm making rude gestures at my writer's block #modern au #thomas barrow #mary crawley #lady mary #george crawley #fluff #so much fluff #ALL THE FLUFF

[im-tops-bottom]

anon asked for "Say No To This but make it Jamilton"...now I know you wanted a fic but I said fuck it I can't think of anything so I rewrote the song instead. for your reading pleasure...please note I accidentally deleted your question instead of replying (my bad) also please note that this will not go to the beat very well if at all so don't sing it...

Narrator (N): There's nothing like summer in the city

Someone under stress meets someone looking pretty

There's trouble in the air, you can smell it

And Jefferson's by himself, I'll let him tell it

Jefferson (TJ): I hadn't slept in a week

I was weak, I was awake

You've never seen a bastard secretary more in need of a break

Longing for a cat

Missing my wife

That's when Alexander Hamilton walked into my life, he said

Hamilton (AH): I know you are a man of honor

I'm so sorry to bother you at home

But I don't know where to go, and I came here all alone

TJ: He said

AH: My works doin' me wrong

killin' me, losin' sleep, frustratin' me

Suddenly I'm up and gone

I don't have the means to go on

TJ: So I offered him to help, I offered to walk him home, he said

AH: You're too kind, sir

TJ: I gave him a coat that I had locked away

He lived a block away, he said

AH: This one's mine, Jeffershit

TJ: Then I said, "fuck you, I'mma head back home"

He turned red, he led me to his bed

Let his legs spread and said

AH: Stay

TJ: Hey

AH: Hey

TJ: That's when I began to pray

Lord, show me how to say no to this

I don't know how to say no to this

But my God, he looks so helpless

And his body's saying, "Hell, yes"

AH: Whoa

TJ: No, show me how to say no to this

I don't know how to say no to this

In my mind, I'm tryin' to go

Jefferson's conscious (JC): go, go, go

TJ: Then his mouth is on mine, and I don't say

JC: No, no (say no to this)No, no (say no to this)No, no (say no to this)No, no (say no to this)

TJ: I wish I could say that was the last time

I said that last time, it became a pastime

A month into this endeavor I received a letter

From a Mr John Laurens, even better, it said

John Laurens (JL): Dear Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health

And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth

In the pockets of people like me down on their luck

You see, that was my husband who you decided to

TJ: fuuuu...

JL: Uh oh, you made the wrong sucker a cuckold

So time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled

And hey, you can keep seein' my whore guyIf the price is right, if not I'm telling your wife

TJ: I hid the letter and I raced to his place

Screamed, "How could you?" In his face, he said

AH: No, sir

TJ: Half dressed, apologetic, a mess, he looked pathetic, he cried

AH: Please don't go, sir

TJ: So was your whole story a setup?

AH: I don't know about any letterTJ: stop crying God dammit, get up

AH: I didn't know any better

TJ: I am ruined

AH: Please don't leave me with this helpless TJ: I am helpless how could I do this?

AH: Just give him what he wants and you can have me

TJ: I don't want you

AH: Whatever you want

TJ: I don't want you

AH: If you pay

TJ: I don't

AH: You can stay...

TJ; Lord, show me how to say no to thisI don't know how to say no to thisBut this situation's helpless

AH: helpless

TJ: And his body's screaming, "Hell, yes"

AH: Whoa

TJ: No, show me how to say no to this

Jamilton: How can I (you) say no to this?

TJ: There is nowhere I can go

JC: go, go, go

TJ: When his body's on mine I do not say JC: No...

Jamilton: Yes...

JC: Say no to this...

Jamilton: Say no to this, I don't say no to this

TJ: There is nowhere I can go

JC: go, go, go

JL: So?

TJ: Nobody needs to know...

#Jamilton #Lams #Qanon

[invisibleraven]

I'mma be suuuper self-indulgent and ask for Rose/Ray/Reggie +  “i hope you don’t mind that i took that painting down, but i thought that picture of us looked a little better…” 

When they first bought the house that used to belong to Bobby's lola, Reggie left most of the decorating up to Ray and Rose. He figured that Ray being a photographer would give him an eye for that kind of thing, and Rose was the most stylish being on the planet (but if Hazel asked, he would always tell her it was her, bassist solidarity and all). Reggie was just a sad boy, barely eighteen, and had no idea how to really put a space together.

Of course, his partners always asked him what he thought, and he gave some colour choices, or helped to find the softest towels, the comfiest couch, or the gaudiest cookie jar known to man (it looked like an ugly ass fish, and Reggie loved it).

So even though the house was mostly Ray and Rose in style, it belonged to all three of them. It felt like home, the first real one that Reggie had belonged to since the guys... He still ached every time he thought of them, which was often. He had spent a large part of his teenage years in this house, in the garage, memories haunted these halls.But they were good memories, and even though he sometimes felt guilty that he was still here, with loving partners and a whole house in his name, with therapy and time, he was doing better.

The house mostly stayed the same through the years, even after the three of them finally figured themselves out, and it became more of a mixture of the three of them. Little touches that showed touches of their personality, so you would find Ray's cameras littering the shelves, little pieces both he and Rose had brought from Puerto Rico, Rose's music sheets and Reggie's Star Wars figurines all over the place.

But most of all, the house was covered in pictures. Perks of living with a photographer was that there was no shortage of photos. Reggie had rescued an album his MeeMaw had made for him before his parents up and left LA, so there were childhood photos, showcasing Reggie from birth to his bar mitzvah. Shots of the Petal Pushers mixed in with Sunset Curve.

Though most of all there were photos of the three of them. Silly shots of them at the beach, at various weddings and backyard barbeques. Some more racy shots that would never see the light of day, thank you Raymond.

One day though, Reggie was taking in the pictures, a soft smile on his face and he was considering the space. He was getting the itch to redecorate, and with Rose on tour, and Ray off on a shoot, he had the space to himself to do so. Nothing major, but maybe a little facelift would be a nice surprise to come home to.

So he went off to the stores, in his 'no I'm not that famous sad boy musician you think you know you must be mistaken' disguise, aka a beanie and dark glasses. Finding new slipcovers, a few rugs, some knick-knacks, and fresh flowers. Plus one stop more.

~

Ray beamed as Rose rushed from the bus into his arms, the two of them embracing after too long apart. "Missed you tesero," Ray whispered into her curls.

Rose cupped his cheeks, pulling him into a filthy kiss. "Me too," she purred. "Bring me home and I'll show you how much." Then she looked around, and didn't see her overeager puppy of a boyfriend and frowned. "Where's Reggie?"

"He's at home, probably cooking up a storm. I was called to an away shoot, and came straight from there," Ray explained. A wave of concern washed over them, knowing that while their boy was doing better now, he was also not used to being alone for long since they found him after that infamous night. They rushed to the car, Ray pushing the speed limit just slightly, and breathed a sigh of relief when they entered the house. The air was filled with the smell of cookies, and Reggie's happy singing as he belted along to Queen on the radio.

The two of them set down their bags, and took in the small new touches in their home, Rose purring at the softness of the throw over one of the couches, Ray nodding in approval over the cool vintage model of a car sitting on one of the shelves above his desk. But what made them stop was the picture above the mantelpiece.

Where there had previously been a large painting that they had found in a thrift store in their pre-Reggie days now held a large canvas print of a photo of the three of them. They were not looking at the camera, but at each other, arms slung around shoulders, sharing soft looks between them. The setting was blurred behind them, but they were all that mattered, and the love was obvious in this one shot.

"I hope you don't mind that I took the painting down," Reggie said from behind them, a shy smile on his face, eyes off to the side as he rubbed his toes into the soft rug beneath him. "But I thought the picture of us looked a little better."

"It's gorgeous carino," Rose said, her voice wet with unshed tears.

"Just what the space needed, just like you were just what we needed," Ray concluded.

Reggie beamed, his whole face lighting up like the sun when he smiled. He ran into their arms, pressing kisses to whatever bits of their faces he could reach. Only pulling back when the oven let out a harsh beep.

"My cookies!" Reggie exclaimed, rushing off to save the treats. Ray and Rose shared a fond look and followed behind him. Because there was nothing better than Reggie's cookies. Especially if they could convince him to bring the cooled ones upstairs with them.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ray/rose/reggie #julie and the phantoms

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 05 ARYA II (pages 73-83)

Arya and co. arrive at an inn where Arya learns some worrying new wolf facts, Jaqen attempts to join the party, and (after the gold cloaks ruin the vibes,) Gendry finally introduces himself before the crew beat feet north to avoid the fuzz.

-

Arya noticed the first grave on the same day; a small mound beside the road, dug for a child. A crystal had been set in the soft earth, and Lommy wanted to take it until Bull told him he'd better leave the dead alone. A few leagues further on, Praed pointed out more graves, a whole row freshly dug. After that, a day hardly passed without one. ... Come morning, Praed did not awaken, Arya realized it had been his coughing she had missed. They dug a grave of their own then, burying the sellsword where he'd slept. Yoren stripped him of his valuables before they threw dirt on him. (...) A boy called Tarber tossed a handful of acorns on top of Praed's body, so an oak might grow to mark his place.

*smacks Lommy over the head* klepto.

A moment of silence for the smallfolk. They didn't freaking ask for this, and they don't freaking deserve this bullshit.

...

"It's been a bad year for wolves," volunteered a sallow man in a travel-stained green cloak. "Around the Gods Eye, the packs have grown bolder'n anyone can remember. Sheep, cows, dogs makes no matter, they kill as they like, and they got no fear of men. It's worth your life to go into the woods alone at night." ... "She says there's this great pack, hundreds of them, mankillers. The one that leads them is a she-wolf, a bitch from the seventh hell." A she-wolf. Arya sloshed her beer, wondering. Was the Gods Eye near the Trident? She wished she had a map. It had been near the Trident that she'd left Nymeria.

*remembers there's maps at the start of every book and flips back.*

... yes. The Trident is pretty much directly north of the Gods Eye (and Harrenhal) and just visually, based on the rest of the map by comparison, it's pretty close actually. (But distances are subjective when we have no actual measurements, so.)

... Hang on. There was a mention in, I think one of Ned's chapters back in GoT while he was holding court or small council, about packs of wolves ravaging the smallfolk. I thought they were further south and thus unrelated, but was that one of Nymeria's packs? Oh dear.

"Boy," a friendly voice called out. "Lovely boy." One of the men in irons was talking to her. Warily, Arya approached the wagon, one hand on Needle's hilt.

Oh hi Jaqen H'ghar. if that is indeed your real name which we all know it's not.

"Come closer," Rorge said, "and I'll shove that stick up your bunghole and fuck you bloody."

Suddenly a piece of the comet breaks off and falls to Westeros, dropping directly onto Rorge and Biter, just barely missing Jaqen as it reduces the other to the smears of charcoal.

You know, for how often they drop it in the show, I really was expecting to see the f-bomb more often. I swear more than the books. ... I'mma put it on the list. The drinking game grows!

"Fuck" = 🥛

"You'll have no one," Yoren said stubbornly. "There's laws on such things." The gold cloak drew a shortsword. "Here's your law." Yoren looked at the blade. "That's no law, just a sword. Happens I got one too."

HA!

... I'm going to miss Yoren when he dies, he's pretty great, despite the smell and penchant for corporal punishment.

#a clash of kings #a song of ice and fire #arya stark #a chapter a day reading #acok #asoiaf

[scroll-of-thought]

I am alive and stuff! I just spent the last week visiting my family and then going to a wedding where I was a groomsmen, and man, it's been a week. I spent like 2 weeks prepping for the trip before that and I've barely had time to do anything else.

Main thing I wanted to say/TLDR relating to this blog, witchy stuff and future projects: I'm taking it slow and handling life junk first, but I still have things in the works. And the youtube channel is still happening too.

Below this is going to be more personal blog stuff about the trip, future plans and some rambling.

So, right before the wedding, my mom calls me and tells me they're planning a family trip to the shore. They were going to spend a bunch of money to rent a house, and I told them "Why do that? Silver and I are going to live down there soon, and her grandparent's house is empty. Let's just stay there." They agreed, I set that whole thing up with Silver's parents, and we got the gears moving on that.

The wedding was awesome. I've never been to a good wedding but I actually had a lot of fun. I had to do a bunch of stuff, being part of the wedding party, and when the groom needed stuff I was volunteer gopher. When I wasn't running around finding missing flowers or trying to repair someone's cuff links, I was catching up with my friends. I've known most of the groomsmen for like, almost 20 years.

We actually ended up staying longer than planned so I could help him and his new wife pack all their stuff from the wedding, and he gave Silver and I a ride to the ferry.

And the ferry ride was a nice change of pace. From the start it was a constant rush, but now we had a while to just relax. We watched the waves, enjoyed the ocean breeze, and really decompressed for the first time in several days.

After that we got back to work and spent a couple days down there cleaning up the shore house in preparation for my family trip. We finally got home last night.

It's going to be nice to see my family for longer. On the way down to the wedding we spent the night at my parent's place and saw them for the first time since the pandemic started. I really missed everyone, but it'll be better to have a whole week catching up.

Cleaning up the shore house got us really excited to live down there and set down some roots. It's been a long time since I've had a place that feels like an actual home. It's been about as long since I've had IRL friends who didn't live very far away. Though it was really awesome to meet up with those far away friends for the wedding, and I missed them a lot. Also made some new friends, and met some of my D&D friends face to face for the first time.

The groom's cousin (I'll call him Labrador) is a really nice guy, and it was awesome to meet him in person after all this time of playing halo and apex and other random games together for the last couple years. Had some really good conversations about all kinds of stuff.

Plus him and his girlfriend (I'mma call her Bombay) are poly too, so it was nice to have someone Silver and I could relate to and talk about that stuff. We've never had that, and we've had bad luck in the poly community (running into a lot of less than decent people. Lots of unicorn hunters, really gatekeepery people, general toxic assholes, and stuff like that), so that was refreshing.

Also Bombay is adorable. Her and Silver not only have crushes on each other, but also managed to admit it to each other while slightly inebriated. They're both so shy they could barely talk to each other at first, but ended up hanging out most of the weekend. It was just really nice to see Silver being social and working though their anxiety, plus she was helping Bombay with her anxiety and low social battery.

And on top of that, she likes me too, which gave me some butterflies and helped boost my self confidence. Like, I have a lot of self image problems, but I admitted that I thought she was cute too, even though I didn't know if I'm anywhere near her type. And she just shuffled over to me and played with my hair and nodded and it was adorable.

I don't know if we'd ever end up dating her, but it might be a thing in someday. We are all pretty attracted to each other. At very least I'd like to get to know her better, and I'm still going to be hanging out with Labrador, because his cousin is my best friend and we all play stuff together once in a while. It's just nice to have new friends and maybe have a crush on them 😅

Speaking of new friends. We were down at the shore, doing a little shopping for the house, and as we were coming out of the store we were passed by a really cool girl on a bike. Silver literally turned her head to watch her and said "oh wow, look at her!"

Later that day were stopped by a shop that sells loose leaf tea blends that we can't get up here and that same girl was working at the register! She's like "Oh, I passed you guys earlier!" and we started talking for a minute and I gave her one of Silver's business cards so she could find their instagram and those two could chat. If we're going to be living down there sooner or later, I figure it can't hurt to make friends wherever possible!

Anyway, this is all a long post to say that life has been crawling by for the past couple years and last week was my first time back into the movements of social interaction, and holy shit did it move fast. But it felt good, we made some more friends, saw plenty of old friends. Even being as introverted as I am, it was really nice. And next week we'll do a little more!

So I'm just going to take it slow and try to recover over the next few days. My family is high energy, so I'll need the rest. Especially if Silver and I are going to socialize with more people down there.

Oh man, I just remembered, I've got to meet with a local witch down there to talk about farm animal laws in the area because she's knowledgeable about the topic and knows who I should talk to about bringing my feather children (chickens) down when we move. So much is going on.

#not witchcraft #personal #also didn't know where to put this but I took a covid test today to make sure I was safe enough at the wedding and it came back negative. #I'm going to take another one the day before the trip to double check but so far so good

[cryingevanafton]

Rorris - Pt 1

Hey, guys!

I'mma start posting this story on here too, It's also on Wattpad and Quotev!

It's MorrisDelancey/Romeo

And I know, I know! A Newsie? With a Delancey?

It might seem dumb now, but I think I've got a good storyline goin'.

Lemme know what you think!

Trigger Warnings (For whole story)

-Abuse (both mentioned and done)

-Swearing (lots of it)

-Panic attacks (happen and mentioned)

-Slurs (starred out but still there)

Morris’s skin prickled with goose bumps and his breath came out in small, visible, clouds of air. He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself in an effort to warm himself up even just a little, even though he knew it wasn’t going to do any good. It was around midnight in fall, about 20 degrees at the most and Morris Delancey was sitting outside of a shop begging for money and food like the very kids he once bullied and beat up. He shivered again and brought his legs up to his chest. The moon shone brightly in the sky and reflected off the small puddles around the streets from the rain the night before. Not many people walk by at this time of night, but once in a while, about two to three people or less per hour do. An average-height man with a fancy, expensive-looking coat walks by. Morris stumbled to his knees and caught the man’s attention. 

“Excuse me, sir?” He asked. “Do you have any money or food? Anything you can spare?” But the man took nearly no notice to Morris and just simply walked by. Morris sat back down against the wall of the shop and sighed. 

Why did this have to happen? He shouldn’t have risked it like he did. He should've just hidden it. At least he’d still have money, clean clothes, food and shelter. Telling Oscar that he likes boys had been something Morris had been considering for a while and a few nights ago, he finally made the decision to do it. Little did he know what would happen because of it.

Oscar, Morris’s own brother, kicked him out of their house and onto the streets. Oscar even beat Morris up before throwing him out. Morris had been trying to survive on the streets for six days now, desperately (and rather successfully) trying to avoid the Newsies by hiding in different alleyways and shops. 

Right after Oscar threw him out, Morris had cried for the first time in years and years. Many had walked by him, on the ground, having a breakdown, bleeding, beat up, and none took any notice. 

Morris found tears welling up in his eyes again, but tried to blink them away, knowing that tears would not do good things to his skin right now, due to the temperature. He eventually got up and limped his way over to a dumpster and found an old sweater he could use as a blanket and started looking for a good alleyway to try to fall asleep in that was remotely safe; Or at least as safe as sleeping in the streets and alleyways can get. He put the sweatshirt down in the corner of an alleyway a couple blocks away from the Newsies lodging house; Which was risky in terms of the Newsies finding him, but it was safer than most other places. He was just about to try to settle down when he heard a voice he both missed but never really wanted to hear again. 

“Hey, Morris.” Morris quickly turned around to see Oscar staring him down with a smirk from the front of the alleyway. Fear filled Morris’s head as his heartbeat sped up rapidly in his chest.

“W-What do you w-want?” Morris asked.

“Just taking an… Evening stroll.” Oscar answered rather mischievously. “What about you, you f****t? What do you want?” The slur stung, but Morris ignored it and turned his back on Oscar, which Morris soon realized wasn't a good idea when he got a big blow to the back with what felt like (and probably was) a chain. 

“Don’t turn your back on me when I’m talking to you!” Oscar yelled fiercely, loving the fact that Morris was cowering to him. 

“D-Don’t you think y-you’ve hurt me e-enough?” Morris asked. “G-Go the f-fuck away.”

“Didn’t anyone teach you to respect those above you?” 

“Just because I like boys doesn't mean you’re above me.”

“Hmmm… I think it does.” Oscar smirked. “Nice try.” 

“I told you to leave me alone.”

“Get up.”

“No.”

“I told you to get up.”

“And I don’t have to listen to you.” Morris snapped back, but immediately regretted it when Oscar punched him hard in the face, then kicked him in the crotch, resulting in Morris falling weakly to the ground.

“Weakling.” Oscar laughed. “Such a f****t weakling. Just like the News-” But he never had time to finish, due to someone punching him hard in the face, then the crotch.

“The fuck?!” Oscar yelled, recoiling, but not falling completely to the ground. 

“A taste of you’s own medicine.” Romeo said, standing in front of Oscar, holding his fists out. “Strike him again, I dare you.” Oscar growled under his breath, then turned on his heels and walked away. Romeo turned to Morris, who was still on the ground. 

“You okay?” He asked and Morris nodded, but was obviously lying. Romeo decided to sit down next to Morris, leaning back against the wall of the alley. 

“Why’d you help me?” Morris asked suddenly, looking down at the ground and fidgeting with a small rock next to him on the ground.

“What d’you mean?”

“I’ve bullied and teased you and your friends for so long and you see me here and just decide to help me?”

“No one deserves to be treated da way Oscar was treating you’s.” Romeo responded. “Besides, I’s can tell that you’s ‘av changed.” 

Silence followed Romeo’s words. Morris wasn’t quite sure what to say next; He just felt at ease in Romeo’s presence and he had a good idea why but didn’t wanna admit it to himself. 

“Th-Thanks anyway.” Morris said finally.

“Yeah, no problem.” Romeo glanced at Morris’s dirty clothes that were now covered in blood in a few places. “Hey, did Oscar hit you’s with.. A chain or something? That's what that wound looks like.”

“I… I don’t know. I wasn’t looking when he hit me last.” Morris answered. “It’s been hard to pay attention to anything. I’ve gotten barely any sleep and haven't eaten in days.”

“When was the last time you had some water?”

“I-I don’t know.” Morris struggled to remember when he had had any liquids last. “Maybe y-yesterday morning or s-something.” 

“You need some water and food.”

“I’m fine.” Morris now ran the rock over the skin on his arm, drawing some blood.

“Hey, don’t do that.” Romeo says, placing his hand on Morris’s that was holding the rock. “Gimme the rock.” Morris obeyed, handing the rock over to Romeo. “Geez, you’re practically frozen. Let’s get you to the lodging house.”

“NO!” Morris answered quickly. “None of the Newsies want me there.”

“I’s’ll explain to them what happened.” Romeo said. “They’s’ll all understand.”

“I don’t wanna be a problem...” 

“You’s aint gonna be one.” Romeo ensured, then stood up. “C’mon.” He extended a hand to Morris, who hesitated at first, but then took it and the two of them walked to the lodging house hand-in-hand.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!

#newsies #davey jacobs #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #sprace #david jacobs #racetrack newsies #davey newsies #spot conlon #newsies broadway #morris delancey #oscar delancey #morris/romeo #rorris #NewNewisesShip #romeo newsies #gay newises

[nickywhoisi]

wow i'm starting to hate the heart for likes...I guess i was unfortunately correct about the likes being equivalent to my wants being ignored, and that not being okay anymore as an artist, and as a human being in general, sharing my thoughts? Just. Maybe Tumblr should make an update where only the reblog function exists, and could...be the like heart? Just mashing them together maybe? If that would help?

I don't know man. I guess it just hurts to see something i poured my heart and soul out on and established my boundaries with just got the same treatment as what I originally complained about. This fucking stings is what I'm saying. Fuck the people on here using this like twitter or facebook. It makes me all the more grateful to see when somebody has reblogged. I wish that happened more often.

So anyway, I had meant to provide some links to some new places I'm going to post my work on. I tried to find a simple photo uploader, but shit wasn't going right there. My god everything is going to shit here.

But here's the good news! I have some places in mind; one is on Gaia online, which still exists! Wow no wai guyz, but yah wai. I'm Foxishpeep, and another one of mine is NicolleneCosplay. I encourage you guys to make an account if you like, and get access to things like my profile and journal, and make comments on threads I make in the future, because despite what things happened there, you don't necessarily have to keep up with monthly collectibles, and it's one of the most iconic avatar designers on the internet. Buying items with real money is just like any other gacha; optional. And I'd actually say gaia has gotten fairer about getting gold and fancier items now. It's way easier than in the past! I like that. I'm gonna post my art and writing, and just generally play around with avi customizing, as I always have. It's actually a fun way to render original characters!

Another spot I have is on Pixiv, NickoWicko, which is exclusively for art posts. That might be good for comics too, so I'mma try it out. I've already posted some concept ideas for my Fate/ fanwork, Fate/WildPinnacle! I have SO MANY SCRIPTS FOR THIS ALREADY. But for anything I want to create visually for it will go here. As for writing...

I have overheard of a project called Neocities, and I haven't decided what mine will be named, but it will basically be my tumblr here, but even more personalized and just better all around. This is where I guess everything will go. Just wanna see if I can spread myself around. I'm especially excited, because while I basically know next to nothing about coding, I have always wanted to make my own website since all the way back in the late 90's. THIS IS AN OLD DREAM THAT HAS A CHANCE TO COME TRUE AGAIN, HOW CAN'T I GET HYPE ABOUT THAT. I'VE GOT THE POWA

The other two places I have in mind is Fanfic.net or AO3, exclusively for writing. I have actually been making more written work than art lately...because I have never found the free time or a safe space to wind down and have a focused atmosphere to create like this. I can still type, but my fucking god I miss being able to have a quiet draw session... It especially hurts because I want to post pictures with my fanfics and original works! Uuuurghgrhgg

REBLOGS > LIKES, THANK YOU!

#So that's that #I might be kicking myself for this later #I want to actually see through my plans but sometimes I haven't done a good job of that #I want that to switch though #ramble brambles #plan making #upsetting things have happend to me...really bad things #but I want to get away from it and get some soothing relief from interwebs again #I bloody mean it about the likes though its making me mad here #It is literally disrespecting me to ignore what I have asked for and you might as well not click anything if you do this still #Likes? more like hates nowadays fs #psa #big things are gonna be happening round here

[aschlindartroom]

Hi! Happy Blorbo Blursday! For two OCs who never/rarely interact in canon--how would they get along? Would it be possible for them to meet? Would them meeting change the course of the story?

--Joy (@italiangothicwriteblr)

I have fallen so behind on responses to writeblr questions, but damnit, today I'mma answer a Blorbo Blursday!

Thanks to @italiangothicwriteblr for the question. ❤️

My two "true neutral" characters in the Second Serpent universe are Martin Hightower and Rhen. They are both very pragmatic, self-serving people (although, in entirely different ways). Martin is after comfort and security, always looking for the next political and sensual opportunity and not really caring who he has to knock down in the process. Rhen, on the other hand, has given up on having any sort of luxury in her life. Instead, she chases comforts that are far less tangible: a sense of belonging, family, irreverence in all things.

I doubt they'll ever get a chance to meet in canon, but I did write a little drabble between them a while back. Here's part of it!

“Why are you doing this?” Rhen asked, stuffing her mouth full once again. Martin smiled softly.

“Seems a little late to be asking that question, isn’t it?” he asked.

“I’m curious,” Rhen said.

“Only curious?” Martin leaned conspiratorially across the table, his elbow perched on the surface. He grinned and raised a teasing eyebrow. “Not worried? No existential crises about being one more pawn in my chess game?”

She leaned forward across the table to meet him. “You play a game with everyone, Martin,” she said. Rhen’s casual use of his first name, holding no hint of malice or veiled threat, had stopped being disquieting long ago. It was now just one more thing he enjoyed about their conversations.

“How do you know I won’t get you killed?” he asked. His smile did not falter. “Chew you up and spit you out?”

Rhen gave him a knowing, playful look, as though waiting for him to laugh at their private joke. He didn’t laugh. Finally, Rhen, rolled her eyes, good-natured and unperturbed, and sighed at him. She placed her chopsticks gently onto her bowl, crossing her arms to lean back into her seat. “I see you, you know,” she said. “That smile of yours is a mask… But you always keep the curtain open, just a little bit. You let people see the shadow that skirts by occasionally. You let them wonder if the odd shapes are claws and teeth or just tricks of the light. It’s a powerful tool, that mystery.” She covered her mouth and looked around frantically in feigned distress. “‘Is he a sheep, or is he a wolf?’”

Martin’s smile softened by degrees. He rested his chin on his closed fist. “So?”

“So what?” Rhen asked. She took another bite of her lunch, humming with pleasure.

“What am I? Am I a sheep, or a wolf?”

Rhen laughed, “You’re neither.” She pointed at him with her chopsticks. “You’re a man, Martin. You eat and pee and shit and love and dream, just like the rest of us.”

“Men can still be monsters,” Martin said. Rhen did not miss the shift in tone: from business to paternal in the span of seconds. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Look, Martin,” she said. She took the last bite of her lunch and pushed the bowl back. “If you’re trying to ease your own conscience by reminding me not to make deals with strange men, I’m afraid that boat fully and irrevocably sailed. I already know you’re using me. You use everybody. But I also know you won’t go back on your word unless you have to, because despite what you’d like people to believe, you’re not a monster. And if you have to, well, we both know what happens after.”

“Tell me,” Martin said, amused and fond.

“I’ll crawl up from whatever grave you plant me in,” she said, matter-of-fact. “Then I’ll find you. Then I’ll kill you, because I’m not just another one of your pawns.”

Martin laughed. “No,” he replied. “No, you certainly aren’t.”

“You never answered my question,” Rhen said. “Why are you doing this?”

“My superiors wanted something done, so I’m going about it the best way I know how,” Martin said. “I’m just following orders.”

Rhen narrowed her eyes, still smiling. “Neither of us just follow orders, Martin. Why?” she asked again. She fixed him with a gaze, non-judgmental. “Really?”

Martin looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. A warmth washed over him, and he closed his eyes. “Same reason as you, I suppose.”

“Love, then,” Rhen said.

“Love,” Martin agreed.

#rhen #martin hightower #second serpent wip #second serpent #writeblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #novel #second serpent asks

[bellafragolina]

*slams laptop on table* I'MMA MAKE SECOND PART!

[Part 2: Her Upbringing]

Mumbling nonsense, shifting in her slumber as her cheek was met by something soft, she instantly thought of her own tent in the settlement. 'Someone must've brought me back...' She made a small reminder to herself.

When her eyes fluttered open the next thing she did was trying to shot up from the futon, she tried, only for her body to not comply on her wishes. The furnishings, the futon, the platforms... This isn't her tent. When she turned her head towards the side what she saw wasn't the snowy area, so many children without the Pearl Clan attire, it's warm outside, the falling leaves couldn't be more tempting to jump into... This isn't Alabster Iceland

This is Jubilife Village.

Her face relaxed, and her tense composure were washed off "at least it was a familar place..." She muttered before turning her attention back at her body, and tried to lift herself up once more. Unfortunately her effort was futile, she couldn't feel her muscles, that's worse.

"I'm sorry, but you are paralyzed" 'paralyzed?' Her head whisked back at the doorway as the young brunette walked in with a full basket on his back. "Could you fill me in, Mr...?" She trailed off while inspecting the man whose settling the basket near the stove. He has lavender eyes and his brown hair was long and he ties it in a low ponytail. Wearing a white and lavender kimono with a dark grey sash, and a dark brown overcoat with an orange scarf.

"It's Alec, no need for the formality. A doctor in training" He replied as he grinded what seems like Cherri berries. Makoto turned back at the man, Alec, and nodded, "Alec, do you know what happened to me?" He looked troubled at her question, which made her regret and shifted slightly with a muttered 'no need to answer that'

The doctor trainee stopped the pestle and remove the small pool of Cherri Berry juice from the mortar, pouring it into a small saucer, "you got hit by a thunder fang from what I see, you've been out for days!" Her eyes widened "how bad...?" Her voice quivered. The young man could see the tears welling up in her eyes and he's quick to offer the Cherri Berry juice, "don't worry, you'll be fine in no time I assure you! Here"

Desperately, she chugged down the liquid as it slid down her throat with Alec's support. "Ouch!" She sucked a sharp breath between her teeth at the increasing heat on her tongue, "please take it slow, you just woke up," and of course...Cherri Berries are spicy. Alec drew back the saucer and grabbed a cup of water before the woman shook her head "I can handle this don't worry!" She exclaimed in between hisses.

A few moments have passed and the cyanine haired had finally calmed down, her chest steadily rise and fall, it was silent and finally it was broken "Miss..." The woman instantly continues his trail "...Makoto", "...Makoto, what were you doing in Sandgem Flats?" He asked. She's silent for a while and replied "looking for some fresh fruits, I heard that the ones near the lake is juicy", Alec nodded and mentally took notes of the information she gave but looking back at her condition he asked again.

"There are so many alphas and strong Pokemon there, did you not know?" She seemed to swallow herself in the futon even more, "I know, but I didn't expect to end up like this, heheh" Giggling slightly to ease the atmosphere, the doctor trainee seemed convinced by her lighthearted attempt. "Aren't you afraid of Pokemon?" She attempted to shrug, only managed to slightly raise her shoulders "from a close distance, yes. But they're quite... Fascinating" She couldn't believe what her mouth just phrased, after she was striked down by a Thunder Fang, they're horrifying creatures if she said so herself.

Alec just hummed at her answer as a smile crept onto his face, "for a doctor in training, you did a really good job, Alec" His lavender eyes glistens at her compliment and bowed, "thank you. But I'm not only doing this for people, I'm doing this for Pokemon too". "Are you fond of Pokemon, doctor?" His lavender eyes dilated for a slight moment at her before forming a soft smile "I have a friend in Alabaster Forest, they saved me from an alpha when we were saving some injured Snover" An interested hum came out from the one on the futon, now sitting up. Seeing herself, the carmine red spheres widened, mustering muscles onto her hands she could move her fingers one by one.

"Can I go now?" Her question made the young doctor's eyes chrunk.

"Miss, you're not fully recovered yet!" Alec exclaimed as Makoto just tried to twist her wrist and move her joints, "I can do fine, you did fantastic doctor! But I have to g-" She fell down face first on the Tatami before she could even start to dash out. The other gawked at her attempt, it usually takes weeks for electric injuries to heal, perhaps she's the tough ones he thought. "I'll prepare another medicine for you if you don't mind" He supported her back onto the futon as she just nodded weakly, "the quicker I get back, the better" Whining at her numb legs while dragging herself back to the soft fabric and seeing the young man grinded more medicine.

Once it's done, her carmine red eyes stares at the saucer for a little while before looking up at Alec, "thank you for saving me, I was recollecting the memories of what happened. I owe you one" She thanked him before slowly chugging down her medicine, the Cherri Berry liquid. Alec shook his head in contradiction, "Oh it wasn't me! It was someone else, he brought you here" 'oh?'

"He saw you were being attacked by an alpha Luxio near the entrance of the lake" Makoto just cocked her head to one side, "is it one of the Galaxy Team's Security folks?" He shook his head no, she cocked her head to another side.

Then Alec rubbed his chin, in thought as if recalling something "If I remember correctly, he's a merchant from the guild"

She's even more confused at his information, 'what is a merchant doing in an isolated place?' She sighed, and drank the whole medicine down her throat desoite the spiciness.

"But I still owe you for the treatment, doctor" She smiled sheepishly.

-🦀 anon

Oooooohohohohoho

Oooooh makotooooo you’ve got an admirerrrrr!!

And Alec!! What a cute character!!! Lavender eyes, huh? Is he related to a certain other lavender eyed character we know? Ehh??

Whatever his origin, he’s cute!! I love this so very much, please tell me more!!

~Renee

#OC Makoto #🦀 anon