#she adds them to her chains and key ring

[mothmags]

I might be cringe but I am free

anyway, have a future Nashi (headcannon) for the soul

her guildmark might be facing the wrong direction. ignore her hand entirely, actually. i only breafly looked at a ref lmao

refs

#fairy tail #fairy tail nalu #nalu #nalu fairytail #nashi dragneel #fairy tail headcanons #is this a headcanon? #shes practically my oc at this point ngl #mag art #shes MY child now! #i like to think shes a celestial wizard like her mama #she has a lot of jewelry and shiny things #shes not a dragon (slayer) but she has the hoard genes in her #natsu gets her a little charm everytime he goes away for a while on a job #they are size shifting weapons - only the best for his baby #she adds them to her chains and key ring #she swaps them out occasionally lol #she has a little box specifically to store them <3

[folie-a-louis]

idea for a fic that came to me in a dream:

it’s when neil and andrew are on pro teams and they get married (courthouse very private) (aaron is a little pissy about andrew getting married first esp bc andrew says that the reason he got married was to piss aaron off won’t admit his feelings for neil to his brother — i’m rambling)

ok back to the plot;

publically no one knows neil and andrew are married but they know andrew is because he wears his ring on his finger while neil wears his on a chain around his neck alongside the columbia key (because of the burns on his knuckles ring wearing is not the most comfortable) so no one puts its together

so the first press conference of the new season andrew shows up wearing a ring and everyone (including his teammates are confused, maybe one or two know but that’s it) because no one has ever seen him with a woman/didn’t know he even had a girlfriend. his teammates have asked him about his break/off season plans before and “going on a road trip with josten” and “visiting family” doesn’t scream someone in a long term relationship with a woman

any questions about his spouse/wife are deflected, doesn’t answers the questions, he does like to stir the pot a little saying cryptic things. some peoples reactions are like maybe she doesn’t want to be in the spotlight since andrew is a professional athlete and wants to keep her privacy we should respect it but others are trying to dig up anything about the elusive bride.

months go by and this digging leads to photos of neil and andrew together thus resulting in a scandal of andrew cheating on his wife with neil.

andrew and neil’s reaction is to ignore it, kinda concerned about their privacy but don’t really care about making a statement

their pr people/managers disagree and keeping trying to convince them to release a statement or something

it’s not until during an interview/press conference after a game that someone says something about the cheating scandal to andrew that bugs him or something (maybe something homophobic) and he finally addresses it by saying something along the lines of “i never knew it was possible to cheat on your husband with your husband”

edit:

i would just like to add that the foxes are in college/their twenties during the peak of facebook meaning that nicky was 100% that millennial that posted every single thought and photo albums containing 100+ photos on a daily basis.

that being said there are a lot of photos with neil and andrew in the background being neilandandrew on nicky’s facebook

#i will never write this #andreil #aftg #the foxhole court #neil josten #andrew minyard #all for the game

[ohwowimlonley]

Closer

CHAPTER ONE - blank stares

Series Synopsis - after being evicted and having nothing left, your best friend sends you to live with her brooding, stoic boss. Except, he isn’t so brooding, and he isn’t so stoic, and now that you live with him, your underwear keeps going missing

Chapter Synopsis - you meet your bestfriend’s angry boss, but he isn’t so angry

Chapter Warnings - crybaby!reader, dilf!perv!hotch, food mentions, reader is kinda a housewife already

Word Count - 2517

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The first time you meet Aaron Hotchner, you’re just a tad bit desperate. Not for him, of course, you’d just met the man. But you’re definitely a bit dishevelled because you’d been sofa surfing for weeks now and your friend Penelope has only just notified you that her boss has a spare room in his apartment and she can ‘try get you hooked up’.

So, two days after her phone call, you’re standing outside of a door that looks much too expensive for you to even be close too and before you can stop yourself you’re knocking on the pristine white paint and then there’s locks clicking and chains clinking and the door swings open and you’re face to face with the most gorgeous man on the planet.

He looks you up and down, tongue peeking out from between his lips to wet them, brushing over a patch of stubble and you find yourself having to wrench your eyes away from the scene. He steps back, gesturing for you to come inside.

“I’m Aaron,” he extends his hand, a polite smile gracing his lips as your fingers brush over the calluses on his palms, causing goosebumps to break out over your (thankfully sweater-clad) arms, “Penelope has told me a lot about you. Please, sit down,”

You’re hardly convinced this is the man your best friend had been telling you about. His soft smile, gentle words and overall kind demeanour was a complete 180 from the man your friend had described. Nevertheless, you perch yourself on the edge of a plush grey sofa, resting your hands on your denim-clad knees and look around anxiously, taking in the sparsely decorated room.

The living room is carpeted in a charcoal grey, bookshelves are dotted across the place, most of which are filled with criminal law books. There are two small picture frames, one with a picture of him and a small boy. A grin stretches over both of their faces, and the small boy has a glob of icecream on his cheek. Aaron is wearing a pair of sunglasses, but they’re pushed to the top of his head, and his cheek is squished to the boy’s forehead, exposing some laughter lines around his cheeks and eyes.

The other picture isn’t nearly as interesting, though. It’s a picture of what you assume is the whole BAU team. You spot Penelope, and Derek (who you only know from the countless pictures of him Penny had shown you) then you guess Spencer is next to Derek, then Emily, JJ and Rossi respectively. A few feet from them stands Aaron, his smile more reserved than the others, and nothing like the one in the other picture.

You’re so consumed with your examination of the pictures you barely register the sofa cushions dipping under his weight, or the clinking of glass against enamel coasters, or really anything until the sound of Aaron softly clearing his throat damn near makes you jump out of your skin.

You try not to show too much of a visible reaction to him, mostly so he won’t think you’re just a creepy stalker who wants to stare at pictures of him all the live-long day. Aaron pretends not to notice anything, mercifully turning his gaze from yours and spinning a set of keys attached to a D-ring on his pointer finger.

“Um, so I assume you have questions for me before I like, steal your spare room or whatever,” you chuckle awkwardly to yourself, and Aaron offers you a tight-lipped smile in response. It’s only now that you realise he’s pushed up the sleeves of his button down to expose his forearms, and suddenly you’re distracted all over again but this time by dark hair contrasting just barely sunkissed skin, by bulging veins twisting and turning and pulsing under layers of skin, by muscles with soft indentations of old scars.

“Well,” once again, you’re pulled away from fantasy land by the older man, but it’s not completely unwelcome because his deep gravelly voice is something that you don’t think you’ll ever tire of, “first things first. As you know, I’m an FBI agent, which means my schedule is mostly very hectic, and would sometimes be home very late in the night, is that okay?”

You furrow your eyebrows, why would that be an issue for you? “No, uh that sounds fine for me, I’m kinda an insomniac anyways, so it’s not like it would disturb me much,”

“Well, that’s a relief,” and you can tell from his now relaxed shoulders that he's telling the truth, “what do you do for work?”

“Oh, well I was in finance, but that’s not really my scene, so I quit,” you didn’t catch him staring at your smile as you spoke, nor the way his gaze travelled ever so slowly down and becomes glued to the subtle way your tits brushed against each other as you spoke. Aaron determines that you’re definitely not wearing a bra. Do you always do that? Walk into a complete stranger's house with no bra? God, if it were two degrees cooler in here then he would be able to see your nipples poking against the fabric of your only slightly revealing shirt, he could practically see them already, all he had to do was reach out and- “so now, I’m focusing on what I really want to do; my writing,”

“Oh,” he clears his throat desperately, pulling at his collar and praying you don’t notice where his eyes were just affixed to. His panic quickly settles when he notices your obliviousness to the situation, and he lets his tongue dart out to wet his lips, imagining that his tongue could grace any part of your body, oh what he would give to taste you.

“Oh god, that makes me sound like I make no money, look, I’ve got savings and stuff so I can afford to pay rent, and- and I have family money too but,” you cut yourself off, and Aaron realises that he must’ve gone too long without replying because now you’re panicking and he’s about to interject but then you’re talking again, “I’ll- I’ll do all the housework and- and I’m not loud I promise, I- I just can’t keep sleeping on my friends sofas,”

“Sweetheart,” he’s a little ashamed at the fact his cock gives an interested stir at the thought of you acting like his little housewife, keeping everything perfect and waiting for him to come home, and his predicament becomes even worse when tears begin to fill your eyes and now he has to school his expression to remain soft and inviting - absolutely not to look as depraved as he feels, “I don’t care about rent, I bought the place outright, and I think it’s wonderful that you’re following your dreams instead of doing something you hate,”

Your cheeks burn under his gaze, and you can’t meet his eyes, desperately blinking away the tears still building up from your annoyance at yourself for crying at something so silly. You nod along to his sentiment, if only to give yourself something to do to distract yourself from the oncoming tears.

You resign yourself to discussing practicalities for the next hour or so; where you would sleep, what his usual schedule was like, the security and alarm systems, the motion activated cameras, if you wanted any furniture moving into any communal spaces (you desperately wanted a more comfortable sofa than the barely sat in one, but you bit that comment down and asked if there was room for your plush loveseat) and then he gives you a tour of the house. He shows you around the kitchen first, and you make a mental note of a barely used pack of expensive looking coffee, sat next to a cheaper looking brand and theorised he must only drink one cup every morning at home and didn't want to allow his good stuff to go stale in the warmer throughout the day. Next is his office, which he kindly requests you don’t enter unless he is home due to its sensitive contents, and you knew enough not to ask questions, but you do straighten out a stack of files that look as if they’re about to topple over. After that is his own bedroom, and it’s as neat-messy as the rest of his house. You can tell some things are left looking messy simply out of convenience (for instance the duffle bag settled by the front door, or the fresh suit laid out on his dresser), and not because he’s a slob. His bed is made with military precision, and everything about his room is perfect, bar the thin layer of dust settling almost everywhere except his bed and the doorway. Next, he shows you a smaller room directly adjacent to his. It looks as if it’s cleaned even more meticulously than his own room, because there isn’t even a speck of dust across the expanse of the place. What surprises you, though, is that it's clearly the bedroom of a child. The bed isn't even a single mattress, and it's covered in Spiderman sheets. The bedside tables are decorated in figurines and the lampshades have the visage of Batman? Or maybe that star wars guy? You don’t know, pop culture isn’t really your thing. You turn back to him.

“I probably should’ve told you about this,” his neck burns red and he brings a hand up to scratch nervously behind his ear, “I, uh, I have a son,”

You bite down on your tongue, repressing any response as you wait for him to continue.

“Jack, his uh, his name is Jack. Me and my wife- my ex wife, rather, had him just over four years ago,” he clears his throat and looks down at his feet, “he, well it’s for the best probably, he lives with her now, but I see him every time I get the day off, I hope you don’t mind,”

“Mind?” You spit out. Then, a grin splits across your face, and you’re venturing further into the room, running your fingers over an assorted stack of toys, ones more obviously more used are piled closer within reach and then you’re whirling around to look at him, “tell me about him,”

And he does; he spills every detail he can about his son, Jack Hotchner. He tells you about the picture in the living room, about how excited he was about his first ever big boy bed, about how he could stay awake to watch Star Wars for hours past his bedtime (and that’s when you realise it’s Darth Vader on his lampshade, not Batman), and how his favourite ice cream flavour is chocolate, but not just any chocolate, the chocolate ice cream he asks his dad for at the fair after they go on the teacup rides. After a long twenty or so minutes of you exploring the room and Aaron rambling from where he now sits on the edge of his son’s bed, you’re ready to move on.

He leads you onwards, down the hardwood hallway and into another room. It’s completely empty, save for an expensive looking bed frame, mattress and duvet set. The walls are a stark white and sunlight bleeds through the closed window, exposing the thick layer of dust, some of it kicked up just from the door opening and floating about the room. You try to stifle the cough that rises in your throat as you inhale, but it doesn’t work and soon you’re choking and Aaron is dashing across the room to open the window.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll have the room cleaned before you move in,” his face glows red again, and you send him a pained smile to let him know it’s okay, in between coughs of course, “I’ve been meaning to get around to it, but you know, work gets in the way,”

“No, no it’s fine really,” you rub at your eyes with your fists and take a better look around, albeit from the doorway, and you note the room’s impressive size. Really, despite the mental-hospital-esque coloured walls, you can really see this being a good room for you.

Before you can say anything else, Aaron is ushering you out with a hand on the small of your back and the door shuts softly behind you.

“Well, that's pretty much everything, oh except the utility room,” he walks off and you follow him to a room just off the kitchen, stocked with a washer, dryer and several staacks of cleaning supplies. You take a gleeful look around, sifting through drawers of bleach and scrubbers and sprays. Yes, this place will do.

–

You iron everything out with your new roommate (roommate!!), and by the time you’re finished its nearly nine pm and you’re yawning into your arms and nearly knocking over a precariously balanced pizza box from the coffee table as you stretch the tiredness settling deep within your bones. You’d ordered some pizza to share at some point after five, and a few lonely slices are left going stale in the soggy box so you stand and bring the box to the kitchen and ferret through the drawers and cupboards for a tupperware to contain the leftovers. Aaron tries to protest, saying that he should do some of the work, but you bat his hands away and shove the freshly filled box into the unsurprisingly empty fridge.

You're about to bid your goodbye and drive back to your friend's house when Aaron grabs your hands in his.

“Stay here tonight,” his eyes bore into yours, and suddenly you feel wide awake, “you've been practically falling asleep on my arm since eight, and I don’t want my new roommate to fall asleep at the wheel and crash into a tree or something,”

You bite at your lip, and glance at the hard sofa and try to imagine yourself trying to fall asleep on that, rather than your friend’s pull out bed.

“You can have my bed, I think you’ve had enough of sleeping on couches for a lifetime,” he gives a small, tired chuckle and you gnaw on your lip again. You can’t take his bed, not after he’s paid for dinner and agreed to let you live in his home. Again, Aaron senses your apprehension, “seriously, it’s fine. C’mon, you can borrow some of my clothes to sleep in,”

You end up in Aaron’s bed, wearing what you’re sure is the only shirt he owns that isn’t a button down and a pair of sweatpants you have to tie at the waistband with a bobble, a pile of your skirt, shirt, panties and bra just next to you. Aaron bids you goodnight, and concedes himself to a night on the uncomfortable sofa. It takes you almost an hour of tossing and turning to finally sleep, and you don’t wake until the alarm clock next to you reads 9:34am. But, as you roll over to put on last night’s clothes on, you notice one very disturbing thing.

Your panties are missing.

#•megs smutty daydreams• #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotch hotchner #criminal minds smut #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds x fem!reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds

[writella]

I know others have probably said this before, but I just love the idea that Daryl would be the type to give you little things— small treasures— or do things for you— share a sweet moment, or of course, be his heroic self and help you (or really you help each other) out of harms way. I think it’s because one of his love languages obviously has to be acts of service. He may not be a big talker, but the way he fights for his loved ones is nothing sort of fearless, and as I heard Norman Reedus say in an interview, when it comes to Daryl as a person, “it’s about what you do, and what you say, and what you follow up with…” Similarly, I think this is how he would show his sincerity and care for a partner and since he may not be quick with the verbal initiation…

⋆｡˚ this care would first be shown in the things he gives you or does with you like… ⋆｡˚

- The way you’d probably have variety of little knickknacks all around your room or ones that you’d keep in your pocket from things Daryl has found for you outside.

- Perhaps he would find cool looking or pretty rocks on the ground from a supply run or from hunting in the forest.

- He’d pick the interesting ones, the ones that glittered or shimmered in the sun, or if he was lucky enough to find it, maybe there’d be a colorful mineral.

- You’d have them specifically placed all around different corners in your room, the collection getting too big to keep in one place.

- Maybe he’d also start a charm collection for you.

- One time in the woods, the two of you tracked a deer, or really Daryl did. You stood behind, taking it as a hunting lesson for yourself.

- When he caught the deer, you both went closer to the body and in the corner of your eye you saw something that shined in the grass.

- Crouching down to pick it up you discovered a tiny charm of the sun. “Look!” You held it to the sky so the sun could shine on it further.

- “We just caught a deer, and you’re lookin at that?”

- “We just caught a deer for the first time in months and this was right by them… it’s good luck, literally a lucky charm.”

- You clipped it onto your necklace so you didn’t loose it.

- There was something about how the charm, and the actual sun, and your eyes shined perfectly together with it, so after that, he wanted to find one with a moon and another with stars to match.

- Then, he’d just start collecting whatever charm or even keychains that had a clasp or jump ring to add to your collection.

- You didn’t even think it was something you’d be interested in starting until he found those other two. It felt special because he gave it to you and it made you become obsessed so much so that you even joined him in the pursuit of finding charms or cool little keychains yourself.

- It became a fun little side quest for the both of you, a-not-actual-competition-competition to find the most interesting and unique ones when you happened to be on runs together.

- You’d both keep an eye out on the ground or whenever you searched vacant neighborhood houses: looking in the kids room for charms or on the key hooks by the front door for keychains that could possibly work.

- If either of you found one you didn’t have, you’d add it to your collection. Or if you found those bigger keychain character figurine ones, you’d both give those to Judith so she could play with it. Unbeknownst to her, you were helping her set up a collection as well.

- You would use them to hopefully make a charm bracelet in the future if you found the right chain for it or if you could find pieces to make one yourself; or you would just switch them off with your necklace chain depending on the day; or have them on your backpack or jeans or belt if you could.

- Now here’s a moment: after a lot of begging and wear down he would finally teach you how to ride his bike.

- You two were a team, and he knew he would probably need you to know how to ride eventually. Maybe it would come in handy when the group is attacked or they are the one doing the attacking. Who knows where he’ll be or where you’ll be in those moments? Or who the bike is closer to in that instance. This way, you have a possible escape plan with that extra skill.

- You’d probably even get a little too comfortable after you got better at riding and try to hop on first, taking the main spot.

- He doesn’t always let you, pushing you to the back so he can get in front, but sometimes… sometimes, he likes letting you take the wheel, because he knows you like it from time to time, and because he likes to see you smile; likes to see you proud of your capability.

- I think he’d also try to find a special knife for you. Something unique like Carol’s or that has a nice sleeve like Beth’s did. Something uniquely your own. Just like he has his bow.

- And with that, if you didn’t have one yet, I also think he might help you find the best weapon for you. Another thing that you could have as your own that you could become very skilled at fighting with.

- One time, he’d even gift you with the action of allowing you to talk a picture of him: Rick’s polaroid would have been in your backpack one day as you take a break from your travels outside of Alexandria. You and Daryl are sitting under a tree near an open grass plain. You would see how the wind made strands of his hair fly, making him look even more effortless in his uniquely strange natural beauty way. You’d take the camera out slowly, knowing he’d protest, and of course he did.

- “Please,” you would plead softly, “we don’t get to do things like this all the time. All we use the camera for is to document the houses, and the community work, or when Rick used it for the Savior war… it would be nice to have a nice picture for once.”

- He would look down impassively for a moment. You couldn’t tell it from his face— sometimes the quiet usually meant no— but he was actually deciding on doing it for you.

- Finally he says, “If I gotta take one, then it’s going to be of both of us.” He looks up at you through his hair, hiding the fact that he wanted to see how excited you were going to get. “Don’t need no one thinking I wanted a picture of just myself.”

- It makes you laugh. This is even better actually. A picture of you and him to have; a piece of you and him that will last forever.

- He would also gift you with one of his rare touches.

- Maybe it would start with allowing you to hold onto him while you’re on the back of his bike just a little closer. Or him pushing his neck back into you just the slightest bit more when you rest your head on his shoulder as he rides.

- Then maybe, the hugs would start increasing. Him not only giving you one after you’ve just escaped death yet again, but after he comes home one day from a run, maybe it happens just because now.

- And finally, this would all lead up to a kiss. Perhaps first on the side of your head, in your hair, as he comes home from a long journey one day, until the time finally comes where you both express all the things that have kept in your head about each other for so long, revealing your love.

- It would all commence to the kiss that you always wished would be placed right on your lips. It might just be the best gift of all. But not just because it’s a kiss, but because you finally get to love him in the way you’ve always desired. As your man, as your partner, as your Daryl.

So… this may or may not be a teaser for the next fic? >:) Stay tuned. ♡

#daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x fem!reader #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon x y/n #twd fluff #wonders with writella #wonderings with daryl #writella’s sfw section

[l-owe-i]

hi i just spam reblogged your lolu stuff because it’s gorgeous and i adore them!! but i was just wondering if you maybe have any Thoughts to share or some things about why you like them? i just love hearing people talk about why they also like things i like :)

p.s. your genshin taste is also Immaculate

OMGOMG IM NOT GOOD AT ORGANIZING MY THOUGHTS SO IMMA LIST DOWN MY LOLU BRAINROTS/THOUGHTS INSTEAD

Loke reduces his flirtatious actions to other people when he fell for Lucy

Loke didn't actually fall for Lucy when she saved him, he admired her and is grateful and it started his crush but his love developed as he got to know her better as time passed (he still flirts with her for fun bc he thinks it's funny and cute)

i think about them and beauty and the beast au a lot

i like them because of their funny dynamic tbh ya know the man that loves his wife so much x strong wife

lucy big spoon x loke little spoon

loke gets FLUSTERED when lucy flirts back he doesnt know what to do when that happens

they go stargazing together with picnics and stuff

loke gives lucy one of his old extra rings he doesnt use anymore, its big on her, she adds a chain and either uses it as a necklace or a keychain to her celestial keys its a goodluck charm

i mostly love them because of their dynamic like how loke's life was saved and lucy risked hers, and i like to think he comes to her when she is in trouble whether its physical to save her, or emotional (though we dont see this happen on the anime BUT LET ME DREAM)

i just think they care so much about each other especially with how loke was treated before with karen but now is treated equals by lucy also i hc that lucy probably helps loke deal with his guilt about karen, helps him move forward whenever he gets episodes and flashbacks

lucy always handles him gently during those times and holds him softly, always empathetic and understanding

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM (im not)

(i have messy thoughts and these arent just what i like about them, theres hc too but i hope i at least entertained you fhskhsjsj)

#lucy x loke #lolu #loke x lucy #fairy tail #loke ft #loke fairy tail #lucy fairy tail #lucy heartfilia

[tapperhet-em]

12

Everyone is together, but tension between them is building....

"Dude, can you maybe NOT try to antagonize Einar?" Elio had barely waited till they were outside of the cabin to address Tieran.  "And don't you dare try and play stupid.  You have been hot and cold with Meeri for years, and you know something went down back at the garrison with Einar, so you poke the bear by flirting with her right in front of him?"

Lorcan hung back a bit, ready to back Elio up if needed.  He had the same thoughts.  Something felt off about the whole interaction back in the cabin.  They were all too close of friends for this to be going down now.  In the coming days they would need to be a team, not at each other's throats.  However, if they were all going to function as one, they had to get this one thing that had been hanging over them all for years out in the open.  When things between Einar and Meeri had been more obscure, it had not been such a big deal, but now it was becoming more of one.  He would have Meeri’s back before anyone else’s, which meant having Einar’s. 

"Maybe you don't know all you think you do E." Tieran raised the tailgate and tried to reign in his irritation.  Turning around, he sat on the back deck of the SUV and saw Lorcan’s jaw grinding.  That was one man he didn’t want to fuck with, not that making Elio pissed was top of his list to do either.  "You two want to know why it's been hot and cold?  Because I have been trying to respect the fact that me and one of my best friends are in love with the same woman.  A woman, might I add, that looks at him like her hero every damn time that he steps in the room.  You two might as well be blooded brothers to her, she took a harsh punishment for E, even.  Don’t tell me she wouldn’t do the same for you, Lo.  I don't know where I fit in here, I haven’t for a long time.  I don’t know where I fit in with you guys anymore, and not with the woman that has my heart and I can’t confess it to.  I try to play it off as cool, and I fuck it up.  I try to get closer to her, and I feel like I’ve got Einar’s crosshairs on my forehead."  He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair, knowing he probably made things even more awkward but he'd felt like he had to clear the air.

"Tier, bro, you're our brother, and always have been.  You're Einar’s brother.  And it is up to you if you want to be close to Meeri as a brother or just a friend.  But, what we can't have, is you and Einar at each other’s throats, or Meeri upset because you're hostile again to her, and her not understanding why.  All we have are each other now."  Lorcan leaned his hip against one side of the rear of the SUV, and looked towards Tieran.  He understood his friend’s feelings, but they had to get things settled; or they'd turn on one another at some point. Tieran was the weak link in their chain, a chain they needed to be strong as titanium. Damn, he hated that he was now thinking of his friend like they were soldiers on a battlefield; but Lorcan could not ignore that they had a shit ton of Royal Forces looking for Meeri, and by hiding her they were signing their own death warrants too.

"Lo's right, T.  You’ve got to get this settled with Meeri and with Einar.  We can’t have constant upset and people on unstable footing.  If you don’t think you can, and want to leave and go back to your family, I'll give you my keys.  No judgment.   If you stay, you've got to get this worked out." Elio hated this.  He didn't know if Tieran or Lorcan had noticed the ring on Meeri’s finger back at the garrison, but he had.  It didn't take a genius to figure out its meaning; another reason Tieran needed to figure his shit out.

"I'm not walking away, guys.  Give me more credit than that.  Fuck!  I love her, I am IN love with her.  I don't know how to change that, but I can at least try to not piss off Einar, or be an ass to her.  I’ll figure something out, don’t ask me what.  I don't want one of you shooting me, or her." Tieran shrugged and pushed off of the rear of the vehicle to standing.  "I guess we need to get this stuff inside, huh?"  He didn’t want to talk anymore.  At least unpacking the SUV would keep them all moving, and give him something other than the situation for him to think on.

"Damn, you guys are slow." Einar chuckled as he walked up.  Then he caught sight of the full postures of his three friends.  Something was off, he’d known them all too long not to see the signs.  "What did I miss?  And do not lie to me and say nothing.  I'm too tired to deal with bullshit tonight." His gaze alternated between the three of them as his head tipped back, feeling very uneasy.

“Uh…” Elio stuttered as he tried to think how to handle this without there being an actual fight.  Things could even out from here on out, or they could go straight to shit; but it was the watershed moment for the group.   It might be a good thing that Meeri was inside, because one member of the group upset at a time was more than enough for him.  If she came out, and heard what he was sure Tieran was about to say, then both she AND Einar would be pissed.  If she got upset, Lorcan wouldn’t be far behind.  Elio’s eyes met Lorcan’s, who also looked unsure how to progress given the current situation.

Tieran held up a hand to his friend.  “It’s okay, E, I got it.”  Here went nothing.  He squared his shoulders as he faced Einar, a man he’d been friends with since they were just kids.  A man he respected highly, and loved like a brother. “The guys called me out on something that I should have been called out on a long time ago.  I need to stop being an ass to Meeri.  I’ve been handling a situation with her wrong, and it is just cuz I have an issue with the fact that she loves you and not me, even though I’m in love with her too.”  There he’d said it and the slight look of shock on Einar’s face meant that he might have suspected it, but not really known for sure.  For sure it was not what he had expected to hear from any of them.

Feeling like an ass from the way that Einar was looking, Tieran licked his lips, pursed them together, then continued.  “Lo and E are like real brothers to her, you’re her hero that she has obviously loved as much as you love her.  So where do I fit in, Einar?  What is my place when it comes to the group here?  Ya know?”  He swallowed, looked down, and kicked at the dirt a little with his boot.  It was so fucked up that it had gone on so long, and that it was coming out now.  “It’s not her fault.” He looked back up.  “She loves you, I love her, and I fuck up handling it.  The guys are right, I’ve got to stop fucking it up because the stakes are a lot higher now than just some hurt feelings or a quarrel in the group.  We all have prices on our heads and we can’t be hurting one another over this shit.”  Tieran’s head dropped again and he once more let out a heavy sigh, his hands fisting and relaxing as he fought his feelings.  He couldn’t walk away, he couldn’t leave his friends to handle all of this without trying to help them, there was no way he could leave HER, but right now having to be around them, with no escape, felt heavy on him; only his love for all his friends and Meeri kept him rooted in that spot.

For over a full minute Einar stood there trying to come up with something to say, but kept coming up empty.  He looked over to Elio and Lorcan in turn, who looked rather grim and they didn’t know what to say either.  This was heavy, heavier than he’d anticipated, when he’d demanded an answer.  He’d wanted to know, so here it was.  “We’ll figure it out, T.  We’ll handle it.”  His words were stilted.  It was clear that he had no idea what to do now, but was trying.  His brain was just not absorbing it all at the moment.

Taking a deep breath, “for now we need to get everything inside and get this SUV hidden.  This place may not be on the top of everyone’s list, but it will be on a list somewhere.  We have to be prepared.  We’ll figure the rest out later.   It can all be worked out, T.  You’re still my brother.”  Einar swallowed and still felt a little shell shocked.  He was reverting back to handling things as a soldier and nothing more.  If he thought on things too much right now, he would lose focus on what was important.

Lorcan clapped Einar on the shoulder.  Clearly, this was going over about as well as he expected, and was going to keep going over that way, so they needed to get moving.  Using his command voice, he had honed well as an MP and Sargent, he started giving directions in clipped tones that got the others moving.  They got the SUV unloaded quickly and everything into what seemed to be the appropriate rooms in the cabin.  Once the SUV was clean of everything, Lorcan got the keys from Elio to take it down to the same turnout as the Jeep, only to park it on the other side and throw a ghillie tarp over it that he’d found while he and Meeri had been waiting for the others.  He took another one for the Jeep.  It wouldn’t pass a close inspection, but would at least help it blend from the air or if they were just driving by and didn’t stop.  Thankfully Tieran’s uncle had that damn cabin stocked with anything you’d need to hunt.

#writeblr cafe #writeblrcafe #writeblr #authorblr #writerblr #fiction #fantasy #modern fiction #modern fantasy #romance #modern royalty #fantasy romance #modern royal romance #adventure #drama #suspense #mystery #intrigue #deception #salvation #modern romance #friends to more #friends to lovers #found family #mystical creatures #mythological creature #godess #original fantasy #original story #original character

[unofficialcliverosfield]

I keep writing snippets that don’t really fit in with any of the “main installments” of the Hallowed Cards series. I might add an entry called “The World” with no defined chapter count just to have as a playground for these kinds of things…

In the meantime, enjoy more Clive and Barnabas.

The two guards stationed outside Barnabas’s cell don’t stiffen when Clive comes down the stairs, but only because they are both already tensed. They do nod, though.

“He’s still just sitting there,” the nearer woman whose name he doesn’t know says. She most likely died in Kupka’s attack.

“Eats, sleeps, nothing else,” the farther man, Gaoler as Clive recalls, puts in. “Can’t tell if he’s sleeping when he’s like this, though.”

“Won’t say a word.”

Barnabas sits in the cell to the left of the one Clive had woken up in that miserable morning after killing Garuda.

During the first go of things, Clive had not made a habit of visiting the original Hideaway’s prison; his own misery hung over it like a shroud only he could perceive. Barnabas is unbothered by his confinement, sitting cross-legged with his arms dragged up and suspended by the chains fastened to the thick crystal manacles around his wrists.

By all appearances, he is meditating. Clive knows better: the man had moved, just fractionally, when Clive had stopped directly in front of his cell.

“He’s awake,” Clive says flatly. He pitches his voice to Barnabas: “Am I to prove myself?”

Barnabas chuckles, a sound that has the guards shifting on their feet and moving their hands near to their weapons.

He raises his head and leans back against the pillar that supports his chains. “No need. I can feel it.” His eyes rake over Clive, peeling back the skin to relish in whatever he sees beneath. “A god, in the flesh.”

The two guards exchange a look. Clive sighs; he doesn’t need any rumors spreading among the Cursebreakers, not when he doesn’t have the years of service at their sides to keep speculation both positive and to a minimum. Too late now, though. The former King of Ash has called him a god in front of them; there is no undoing that.

“You’re free to go,” Clive tells them. ”I can handle it from here.”

The woman’s brow furrows and it’s the man who speaks. “Are you sure?“

“I am. We…had an agreement.” His gaze lands back on Barnabas, who is still staring at him with unnerving intensity. “Didn’t we.”

Barnabas spreads his fingers for lack of being able to do so with his chained arms. “As you will it, Clive Rosfield.”

Never before has Clive heard his own name said with such reverence and he decides in that instant that he never wants to again. He tries to brush the feeling aside and addresses the guards.

“Please, you’ve both been standing here for hours, and he makes for poor company.”

The guards exchange one last look before they nod. The woman hands him the ring of keys—a good number of which unlock precisely nothing in the Hideaway and are just cover—and walks away with Gaoler, but not without one nervous glance over her shoulder. Clive suspects it’s more Cid’s orders to trust Clive than Clive’s own trustworthiness that has them listening to him.

He sighs again, expelling the melancholy of the time he’s lost, selects the proper key, and unlocks Barnabas’s cell.

“How does it feel?” asks Barnabas while Clive gets to work opening his manacles. “To have the divine aspects collected within you, their power made yours, your purpose fulfilled?”

Clive yanks the second manacle open with more force than necessary. “It has nothing to do with purpose.”

Barnabas rubs at his bruised wrists. In the Hideaway, buried deep in the blight, there is no ambient aether to heal his wounds. “Of course.”

His easy acquiescence leaves Clive feeling even more uncomfortable than if he’d argued. Barnabas stands and smooths out his shirt, looking practically none the worse for wear for his weeks-long stint in the cells.

“Despite your divinity, you still cling so desperately to this place and these people. Would that you release yourself from those chains of consciousness—“

“No. If you want to call me a god in your mind, fine. But don’t think I’ll be the same as Ultima.”

Barnabas blinks. Then the ghost of a smile crosses his lips. “My apologies.”

His agreement will never fail to send a shiver down Clive’s spine. This Barnabas has not turned nearly all his people akashic, but he would have done it unquestioningly not so long ago. Perhaps he would still do it if Clive asks…

Clive looks at him more closely. Barnabas stares back and narrows his eyes with the barest of questioning looks.

No, he wouldn’t. At least, Clive hopes not. He can’t let the ghost of the Barnabas he remembers blind him to the changes—however slight—in the one who exists now.

“You would have me walk unchained?” Barnabas surveys the cell before his gaze once more lands on Clive. “Your people won’t take kindly to that with your insistence on shielding their eyes to the truth.”

“I’m not going to order them to do anything. I’m not their leader and I’m not their god.”

“You’ve claimed divinity through choice and will. There is no other god for them.”

Them, Barnabas says. Not us.

“Even so.”

Barnabas crosses his arms. “Very well. Let them cling to their false god and exercise your gift of will for paltry comfort and empty hope.”

Clive resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. If he isn’t careful, he’s fairly sure Barnabas will attempt to start some kind of cult in his name. “You won’t be restrained if you truly are an ally. But this talk of divinity, false gods, all of it—this isn’t the place. These people are here because this is their last safe haven. I won’t have you pollute it.”

Barnabas frowns at his use of the word pollute.

“Talk of Cid’s past and yours, as well,” Clive tacks on.

“You spare them fear and doubt for your own sake.”

“I want them to be able to sleep at night, and I want them to trust Cid because—regardless of what he did when he served you—he wants them to live with the dignity they’ve been denied everywhere else. It’s not your place to undermine that trust, understand?“

Barnabas steps out of the cell and takes a deep breath. He glances back at Clive with inscrutable waves rolling behind his eyes. “As you will it.”

#clive rosfield #barnabas tharmr #ffxvi fanfiction #ffxvi hallowed cards #ares writes occasionally #the more I write Barnabas the more I like him #which is unfortunate for him. it’s not good for your health to be on the list of characters I like

[duckprintspress]

“Aim For The Heart” Creator Spotlight: Aceriee

Happy second weekend of Duck Prints Press’s crowdfunding campaign to launch the publication of Aim For The Heart: Queer Fanworks Inspired by Alexandre Dumas’s “The Three Musketeers,“ everyone!! We’re still creeping on up toward our goal – 82% funded now! – so if you know folks who might be interested in this campaign we encourage you to share it with them and help us get closer to the 100% funded goalpost!

Today, we’re focusing on a key member of our publication team – and book contributor – Aceriee (@missaceriee)!

All For One by Aceriee

About the Artist (her statement): Hi! I’m Aceriee and I draw sometimes. I’ve been drawing all my life, but after falling into the Supernatural fandom in 2014 I’ve mostly focused on fanart.

Links: Instagram | Tumblr | Twitter

About the Artist (my gushing): Aceriee has been working with Duck Prints Press since our first anthology, Add Magic to Taste, when she created the designs for the campaign’s two gorgeous enamel pins (here and here, if you’re curious). She contributed an illustration for our first Queer Fanworks Inspired By… anthology, And Seek (Not) to Alter Me, and she designed the enamel pins for the masquerade anthologies we published most recently. And, she designed the awesome enamel pins for the eerie animal enamel pin campaign that we ran last fall!

Heavily involved with Aim For The Heart since it’s inception, Aceriee has provided the art equivalent of editing for our artists, making sure that their works will print beautifully when we got to press and ensuring that every piece meets the necessary technical specifications. She also created the Coat of Arms Enamel Key Chain artwork and made the art for our Patreon-exclusive backer reward extra. And, as if that wasn’t enough, she also made a piece for the interior!

Truly, this anthology wouldn’t be where it was without Aceriee’s contributions.

Coat-of-Arms Enamel Key Chain 

This lovely piece of enamel work will be even more shimmery and gorgeous than this picture makes it look, as the metal work (shown in black on this image) will be gold, and the red heart will be glittery! The final piece will be 3 in x 3 in (7.5 cm x 7.5 cm) and will also include a gold chain and key ring. You can get the key chain as part of the Book + Merch backer level (Level 3), or if you want you can add-on just the key chain to your Book backer level (Level 2).

Patron-Exclusive Musketeer Magnet

People who back our Patreon at the $10/month and $25/month level, and who ALSO support this campaign, will get an extra, backer-exclusive merch item as a big THANK YOU from us to them (and this is in addition to all the other awesome extras and perks we offer our Patreon backers!). This die-cut magnet will be manufactured by Vograce, and will measure 3 in x 3 in (7.5 cm by 7.5 cm). Sure to jazz up any fridge or other magnet-friendly surface!

Love Aceriee’s gorgeous work? Us too! Make sure you back Duck Prints Press’s Kickstarter Campaign, and support us on Patreon, too, to enjoy these lovely pieces to their utmost!

#duck prints press #kickstarter #aim for the heart #aceriee #queer anthology #queer art

[rosenongrata]

solitary solidarity – i

Summary: A selection of writings that explore the early days of the odd relationship between Doctor Veritas Ratio and Missus Kagome Ikeda.

A/N: need a break from the chapter 2 smut, so i'm writing this a bit here and there >.< enjoy?? idk anyway, Dr. Ratio be a massive bitch fr

c.w/s: varies on what part, but i'll make sure to mark each addition with the proper tags in the a/n. OC-insert.

w.c: ~700

“Ah, it’s you, the…” A semi-muffled yet deep voice rings behind the tall woman – who had been minding her business, walking down the long hall with a stack of papers in hand, “…Copycat, is it?”

She only stopped in her tracks for a mere moment before resuming her initial task – which is approaching her office door, shuffling for her keys, and then promptly dropping them onto the floor. She finds herself on the verge of sighing as she stares down at her keys for a long, quiet moment – but she snatches the chain of one too many keys before the person behind her can say anything.

“We have not met before now – so, allow me, Mrs. Kagome Ikeda,” The man resumes – he refuses to let the alleged fellow prodigy in front of him get away so quickly, “I am Doctor Veritas Ratio, I am a—”

“I know…” The woman mutters, “…I already looked at the entire list of staff members from across all schools.” She still hasn’t given him a single glance – even after she pops open her office door and flips on the light.

She steps inside, setting her stack of papers upon papers on her well-organized desk. His eye twitches underneath the plaster sculpture on his head – maybe it’s a good thing she hasn’t looked at him yet.

“Well, it is nice to know that you do your research.” He nearly grumbles, feigning a pleasant demeanor for now. “I have a query.” He adds.

And she silently wishes he’d go away already – does she have to chase him with a broom to get him to leave?

When she finally turns to him, he nearly sighs in relief to capture her full attention. But the next words out of her mouth immediately mute that desire of his to sigh,

“I do too.” She blinks, her eyes painted with exhaustion – the dark circles surrounding her silverine gaze left uncovered despite the makeup on her face elsewhere. “What’s with…” She trails off, threatening to spill her thoughts about how ridiculous and stupid it looks, but she barely refrains, “What’s with the plaster head?”

“Hardly important—”

“I beg to differ.”

“Oh? Do elaborate.”

“If you are going to speak to me, I would enjoy at least an ounce of respect from one of my new coworkers.” She answers, but her tired, dull expression gives no sway to any emotion she might be feeling. “Or are you just…shy?” She inquires emotionlessly.

“I am not shy.” He hisses, “I will take it off should you answer my question.” He firmly crosses his arms.

“Okay.” She shrugs.

(She’s bored already? Hmph.) He ponders briefly, “Why are you called the “Copycat”, exactly?” He presses.

She looks away, staring out the nearby window instead and staying silent.

“…How disappointing.” He scoffs, “I’ll have you know that should you plagiarize–”

“I’m not called that because of plagiarism.” She sighs, glancing over at him, “It’s…too difficult to explain to someone who doesn’t have enough knowledge about my homeworld… That’s all.” She shakes her head.

“Is that so?” He hums, “Where are you from, then? I will gladly do the research myself.”

“…Don’t bother. I looked to see if there’s any records of my homeworld here, there aren’t.” She toys with her gloved fingers, picking at fabric and rubbing the tops of her hands.

“Why is that—”

“You’ve asked your maximum amount of questions for the day. Please come back tomorrow.” She says robotically, turning away from him to begin pulling out a shelf to her filing cabinet, “And close the door all the way when you leave, please. Thank you for dropping by.”

“Tsk,” He scowls underneath the plaster, “…If you have any problems with settling in,” He turns away, one hand on the knob of the door, “Find someone else to help you.” He doesn’t leave quite yet, wanting to hear her final response.

“Thank you, I will keep that in mind, Doctor.”

His eye twitches again before shutting the door behind him and striding away from the office. His fists clench at his sides and his teeth grit, he’s less than satisfied with that interaction – which isn’t particularly unusual for him, but… Something is different about her – maybe it’s because she’s branded as a prodigy of some sort or because of the mysterious “Copycat” moniker. He’s not sure which, but either way – it’s frustrating him.

(She’d make an awful professor – having a “max amount of questions per day”. What kind of ridiculous rule is that!?)

#mine #oc #original character #oc: kagome ikeda #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr oc #hsr dr ratio #dr ratio #fic: solitary solidarity #ship: kagtio

[itspvg]

3, 5, 11, 23 ^-^

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

I weirdly kinda hate too light of a blue. Always feel it's just kinda like "Ahhhh why that specific shade of blue...."

5. favorite form of potato?

Ahhh that's an easy one right there. I fucking love chips (fries in other countries/cultures). That just make me happy.

11. anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

I was thinking about this and the thing I can say for sure that I have most certainly held onto is like this weird bit of bike chain. It's part of my keys and acts like a key ring thing that just adds a fair weigh to my keys and helps me not lose them. Had it since I was like 10 when I was first given a key to my house.

23. do you wear jewelry?

So I used to wear a piece around my necklace. It was a piece of Norse that was then taken and wore by my Ex. When she took that piece. I switched my neck piece to a silver Mjollnir that sat around my next for the period of the relationship. When we split I guess it went into my wallet. It sits there and it's always with me. But don't actively wear it these days. She also took the other piece with her.

Thank you for the asks. As always appreicate them coming through!

#My post #Ask game #Hunter Asks

[nourfathallah]

Accessorizing Off-Shoulder Gowns: Nour Fathallah's Tips for a Perfect Ensemble

Accessorizing is an art, especially when it comes to off-shoulder gowns. These stylish garments offer a perfect canvas for showcasing your style, but choosing the right accessories can make or break the ensemble. In this article, we'll delve into the world of off-shoulder gown accessorizing, with expert tips from none other than the renowned fashion guru, Nour Fathallah.

Introduction

Off-shoulder gowns have become a fashion staple, gracing red carpets and special events with their timeless elegance. What sets them apart is not just the silhouette but the opportunity they provide to highlight accessories. Nour Fathallah, a name synonymous with fashion flair, has been at the forefront of styling A-list celebrities. Let's explore her insights on perfecting the art of accessorizing off-shoulder gowns.

Understanding Off-Shoulder Gowns

Before we delve into accessorizing, it's crucial to understand the nuances of off-shoulder gown styles. Whether it's the classic Bardot neckline or a modern asymmetrical design, each style demands unique accessory choices. The versatility of off-shoulder gowns contributes to their popularity, making them suitable for various occasions, from casual gatherings to formal soirées.

The Art of Choosing the Right Jewelry

When it comes to jewelry, off-shoulder gowns open up a world of possibilities. Necklaces play a pivotal role, framing the exposed neckline. However, not every necklace complements every gown. Nour Fathallah suggests opting for delicate chains with sweetheart necklines and bold statement pieces for more minimalist designs. Earrings, on the other hand, can either add a touch of glamour or maintain simplicity, depending on the gown's details.

Bracelets and Rings: Striking a Balance

Moving down the ensemble, bracelets, and rings contribute to the overall harmony. The key here is balance. If your gown is adorned with intricate details, consider subtle bracelets to avoid overwhelming the look. Rings, on the contrary, can add a touch of sophistication. Nour Fathallah emphasizes the importance of selecting accessories that enhance without overshadowing the gown.

Clutches and Handbags: A Practical Guide

Accessorizing isn't limited to jewelry. Handbags, especially clutches, play a vital role in completing the ensemble. Matching the color and style of the handbag with the gown is essential. Nour Fathallah advises considering the event and gown's formality when choosing the right size and style of handbag.

Shoes Speak Volumes

Your choice of shoes can elevate or detract from the overall look of an off-shoulder gown. High heels are the go-to for formal events, elongating the silhouette and adding a touch of sophistication. However, flats can work wonders for a more relaxed or bohemian vibe. Nour Fathallah encourages experimentation but stresses the importance of considering the gown's length and style.

Hair and Makeup Harmony

To complete the perfect ensemble, your hairstyle, and makeup should align seamlessly with the gown. Whether it's an updo, loose waves, or a sleek ponytail, the hairstyle should complement the neckline. Makeup should enhance your features without overshadowing the gown. Nour Fathallah's tip: balance is key, ensuring that neither hair nor makeup steals the spotlight from the gown.

Nour Fathallah's Personal Touch

As a seasoned stylist, Nour Fathallah brings a unique perspective to accessorizing off-shoulder gowns. Drawing from her rich portfolio of celebrity styling, she provides insights into creating a signature look. From selecting one statement piece to experimenting with layering, her recommendations cater to a spectrum of fashion preferences.

Nailing the Look: Dos and Don'ts

As with any fashion endeavor, there are dos and don'ts when accessorizing off-shoulder gowns. Common mistakes, such as over-accessorizing or mismatching styles, can detract from the gown's beauty. Nour Fathallah's advice includes paying attention to proportion, considering the gown's fabric, and embracing individuality. Remember, the goal is to enhance, not overshadow.

Conclusion

Accessorizing off-shoulder gowns is an exciting journey of self-expression. With Nour Fathallah's expert tips, you're equipped to turn heads at any event. Embrace the versatility of off-shoulder gowns, experiment with accessories, and let your personal style shine. In the realm of fashion, confidence is the best accessory.

#party wear dress #gown design #evening gown for wedding #cocktail gown #long sleeve gowns #party wear gown for women #off shoulder gown #side cut dress #ball gown #ball gown dresses

[luffythinker]

I don't know if i'd consider myself a swifty but one song that does make me think of them is the 10 minute version of "all too well" i do listen to a lot of taytay tho, i was listening to her since she was country love me some paper rings and im only me when im with you don't get me started on stay stay stay

But All too well. im going to get into it

"Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place And I can picture it after all these days"

The days they spend at UA together when he's sitting in the jailcell thinking about Bakugo and all his friends

"And I know it's long gone and that magic's not here no more And I might be okay but I'm not fine at all"

After everything's been said and done the war is over and everyone's recovered Bakugo is the one reaching out to Aoyama who probably did a little jail time for his crime he's gotten out and he's able to be with everyone again

"You told me 'bout your past thinking your future was me"

Aoyama remembering his time with Bakugo AGAIN

"And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to"

Aoyama trying to apologize for "wasting" Bakugo's time knowing full well they couldn't be what either of them want them to be and he still doesn't believe it after all this time even though they are in a time of peace

"'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light Down the stairs, I was there I remember it all too well, yeah"

i have to kinda think a little bit but maybe them reconnecting living together and remembering dorm life actually being in the relationship they wanted to be in

"And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up"

Bakugo having an argument with Aoyama about how he loved and still loves him even though he hurt him in such a way with what he did but he can't bring himself to be completely angry cause it isn't his fault he was put into that kind of position

"And you call me up again just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest"

Bakugo's perspective of Aoyama telling everyone what he did

"I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here 'Cause I remember it all, all, all Too well"

Me lol but really so them.

"Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it I'd like to be my old self again But I'm still trying to find it After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone "

Aoyama wanting the old days back AGAIn but this time he is alone living by himself after he got out of jail he doesn't tell anyone he doesn't contact anyone he just is alone and in all honestly probably not living in a house and if he is it's a small apartment

"But you keep my old scarf from that very first week 'Cause it reminds you of innocence And it smells like me You can't get rid of it 'Cause you remember it all too well, yeah"

Bakugo keeping Aoyama's cape and sleeping with it he probably will tell him about it when they reconnect and refuse to give it to him until he's retaken a hero's whatever if the government will allow him to be a hero again

"And you were tossing me the car keys, "Fuck the patriarchy" Key chain on the ground, we were always skipping town"

Bakugo recalling all the stuff they got into as 1-years cause im gonna add in little things you know stuff kids do they shouldn't be doing "I wont say anything if you wont" doesn't have to be sexual but you know

"And I was thinking on the drive down, any time now He's gonna say it's love, you never called it what it was"

THIS ONE IS SO THEM LOVE IS STRONG WORD WE JUST SAY ITS A STRONG WORD

"Check the pulse and come back swearing it's the same After three months in the grave And then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you But all I felt was shame and you held my lifeless frame"

Bakugo spilling his feeling about everything and about how he practically died in the war and never thought he'd see Aoyama again he didn't even try to contact him when he got out of jail and it really hurt his feelings Bakugo is balling his tears possibly on the floor for this man

"And I know it's long gone and There was nothing else I could do And I forget about you long enough To forget why I needed to"

Aoyama saying how the feelings they had are probably gone because Bakugo coudln't possibly love him anymore after everything they've been through why in the world would he even want to hold on to something like this?

"And there we are again when nobody had to know You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath Sacred prayer and we'd swear To remember it all too well, yeah"

Bakugo staying strong until the day he gets to live the life he wanted with Aoyama cause he is not giving up on Aoyama that isn't winning, winning is happy ever after so he made sure he got through whatever rehabilitation he needs cause ya boy probably got heart problems after what happen to him

"They say all's well that ends well, but I'm in a new Hell Every time you double-cross my mind"

Could be either of them thinking of eachother but i can see it more Bakugo

"You said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine And that made me want to die"

Aoyama thinking maybe if he was born with a quirk or if Bakugo was quirkless and his friend in the school he went to maybe that would have made things better but Quirkless Bakugo gets in the way of Bakugo's dream and being Quirkless would make Bakugo want to die

"The idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you"

The person Bakugo saw as Aoyama but he was putting on a front

"Not weeping in a party bathroom Some actress asking me what happened, you That's what happened, you"

What happened to Aoyama? why is he so sad? Bakugo he is upset with himself because of how he hurt Bakugo

"But then he watched me watch the front door all night, willing you to come And he said, "It's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one" "

Bakugo waiting to hear anything about Aoyama's return and Deku or Kirishima saying something like that when they are older cause Aoyama is potential gonna do time for im being generous 5 years im sorry but bro could have had many people taken out and more then hurt by what he did

"Just between us, did the love affair maim you, too?"

Bakugo asking Aoyama if what he did, did it hurt him too? did it hurt him to live hurting Bakugo hurting them both?

omg that's so cool, I love that your songs are very niche!! love that we're getting into all too well today, I love this song with my whole heart

can't imagine Aoyama in jail but I hope he does his time too!!

I don't think we need to connect every verse but it's so magic how a lot of it suits them, like the "maybe this thing was a masterpiece etc" verse is so painful, because they could have had the best relationship but it was broken apart so suddenly :(

Imagine Aoyama calling Bakugo after he left, he doesn't say anything but you can hear both of their breathing, they both cry over the phone, Aoyama hangs up without saying a word

"Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me" OKAY BUT WHAT IF BAKUGO KEEPS A BOTTLE OF AOYAMAS FAVORITE PERFUME, SOMETIMES HE SPRAYS IT IN HIS ROOM JUST TO FEEL LIKE HE'S THERE AGAIN

THE WAY THEY BOTH NEVER CALLED IT WHAT IT WASKJFDKJDFK a big step for them would be saying I love you in the future and it's justsdihdfjodfj

"You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath" THIS ONEKJDFJKDFKJ it's so particular, cause I imagine Bakugo never really telling anybody about it (besides Kiri who already knows), nobody really understands why he's so devasted when Aoyama left, but he kept what they had with him, securing it till the day they could be together again

"Just between us, did the love affair maim you, too?" AND IT DID, THEY BOTH NEVER LOVED ANYBODY AGAIN LIKE THEY LOVED EACH OTHER IM GONNA GO INSANE

i loved your analysis of the song, this makes me feel so feral, I love connecting lyrics to my ships

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What do you think.

Ooookay, let's go over the pictures. 1. The first picture is black rocks, which is...obvious. no need to comment on it. 2. I don't think that the color mixed in the black in her hair is the color it's absorbing, I think that the yellow is from the Sundrop's power in her and the green is from Zhan Tiri's active power in the Tree that she was attached to. Otherwise, she'd have been sucking in something to indicate human life force the first time she used it, instead of just the Moonstone's blue glow. But, I could be wrong. That could be the amber being sucked back into her hair, but it's proven that it just melted.

3. Emotion-based rocks are something I wish we'd gotten more of. Imagine Sorrow Rocks. Imagine Cassandra being overcome by grief and despair and summoning rocks that do the same thing as Fear rocks, but it's people being lost in their worst memories, their most painful experiences. Imagine Rapunzel having to relive watching Eugene being stabbed by Gothel again, and she thinks she's still chained up and can't save him. Or Wrath Rocks, imagine sending people into rage-filled frenzies! Man, the potential of emotion-based rocks were not explored enough. 4. I have given my opinion on the fire thing. The only way I can explain it is if thunder, which is another thing it has and is actually related to the elements connected to the moon traditionally, strikes down and causes the fire. I don't know if Cassandra being burned was the Moon's and Sun's powers combined in Rapunzel, as well as Zhan Tiri's power, all being active, or if she would've been as hurt if she, say, grabbed onto Varian while he's using the decay spell with just the Moon's powers. 5. I think the Mindtrap Chest was made of something besides black rocks. It doesn't look like black rocks, so someone way long ago when it was locked away found something the rocks couldn't destroy and then used that to lock away the Mindtrap so even the one that wielded the Moonstone couldn't open it without the key. 7. The Brotherhood swore themselves to the Moonstone, in life and in death. They were granted unaging immortality, but death did not grant them freedom from their task. In death, the leaders of the Brotherhood still guard the doors to the chamber. 8. Are you really looking at a picture Rapunzel drew in her journal and taking it as evidence that Cassandra could control plants and not, say, Rapunzel just drawing her in a spooky tree setting for aesthetic purposes? It goes right up there with putting a ring of flowers and birds around Gregorio or anything else she adds a floral flourish to. Plants are NOT in the Moon's repertoire. 9. We know the Moonstone user can go in and out of rocks. We literally see her do that in "Cassandra's Revenge".

Also, again, let's not take Rapunzel's journal entries literally.

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chapter 3 - no fuel

15th October 2021

Okay so, I’m unsure how I got to this point but I guess I’m going to the bookers for dinner?…

I haven’t had a family dinner since dad got sick. And that wasn’t exactly the best occasion of my life. His goodbye dinner wasn’t exactly my ideal last memory of a family round up. But I gross this isn’t my family…

Also to add I don’t actually know these people…I’m not sure why I even said yes. There’s something so compelling about them, like I couldn’t even say no. I had to say yes.

I mean Ava always told me that a free dinner is a free dinner, that was in regard to tinder dates mind you but I guess the same rule applies here as well.

Also I need to figure out Wilbur…why didn’t he want me to go tonight. He looked at me like I repulsed him, and that he couldn’t even stand to be near me…

Anyways I have to figure out what I’m wearing…

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Faye flurried around her room diving in and out of her wardrobe.

Party dress? - “absolutely not what am I a hooker”

Skirt ? - “no too trying”

“Casual it is “

After mauling over all her possible outfits choices she decided to go with something classically Faye, thrifted cargo trousers belted with an old shoe lace over the top of some fish net tights, black doc Martin boots, a small fitted white top with short red sleeves and to top it off her big over sized leather jacket. She tied her hair up in a hair style she likes to call devil horns which is two small pig tales that sit on top of her head with her long curly red hair hanging down past her shoulders. Around her neck she layered and draped necklaces she has collected over the years which consisted of her grandmothers pearls, her dads silver plain chain, her mothers cross necklace that was gifted to her at her christening and a tattoo choker. After putting a ring on all 10 of her fingers she decided she was ready.

After scrambling through the mess she had created in her bed room for her car keys she yelled by to her mum who was asleep on the sofa…again. And hopped in her 2008 black ford KA. She was ready.

Engine. Start

Fuel light. On

“Fuck”

“It’s fine” she murmured to herself “there’s a gas station around the corner.

After putting £5 into her car, she strolled into the petrol station shop. Upon looking at the chocolate section trying to decide if she needed a starter before this meal. Her eyes locked onto the flowers.

Maybe she should make a good impression. pondering over the flower selection for a moment she grabbed the £7.50 bunch of roses. The classic. Perfect.

Loading into her car for the last time, she pealed off the price tag of the flowers and laid them on the seat next to her. Checked her eyeliner in the wing mirror. And started up.

crawling up the Cornwall hills of the little town Fowey was no easy feat for her little car, but she reached the top of the hill. She’s never been this far into Fowey before, and wow it was empty and beautiful. There was one house on the top of this hill. Their house.

The house was something of grandeur as Faye looked up at it in awe. It was a staple modern architecture unlike Faye’s quaint Victorian home. The front of the house was adorned with windows top to bottom. But floor length black out curtains filled them. No one could see in. No one could see out. As Faye pulled closer to the gate it slowly opened automatically. Least they hasn’t forgotten she was coming.she carried on driving up the long drive way and saw the collection of cars gathered out the front. A matte black Mercedes G class, a glossy deep red Audi TT and 4 black bmw series 5s. Faye pulled her car up alongside the fleet. And stared them down for a moment and become embarrassed of her wagon.

her gaze then continued to to scale up the size of the house. 5,7,10,50?! Bedrooms were all Faye’s guess. She had never seen a house so modern, so clean, so perfect in her entire 19 years of living.

After taking some deep breaths and considering turning around she shakes her head,re applies her lip gloss, grabbed the roses and got out. Sheepishly shutting the car door behind her. Looking the house up and down one last time. She continued up the stares. Where she came to the large modern oak door.

One deep breath in.

Knock knock kn-.

Before she could finish her final knock the door swung open.

“Faye! I’m so glad you could make it. Come in” - Florence said in her normal classy, enthusiastic way.

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