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ares857 · 2 years
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we-are-ronin · 4 months
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canadiancryptid · 1 year
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If the Train gave all the passengers grey jumpsuits before Amelia got involved, and it usually doesn't let you take stuff from the Train home... at what point did it give your stuff back? Did One send a Steward to give your clothes back when you got your Exit? Kez seems to know about the Stewards, but she seemed surprised when it brought gifts. Did it never show up to return Jeremy's stuff? We see him wearing normal clothes in the photo, but that was given to him by Morgan.
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Where does the line fall between what you're allowed to keep and not? Jesse doesn't get to take the Apex harpoon pack with him. Lake gets to keep the clothes and the bank pen bracelet, but the handcuffs don't go through. They stay attached until Lake makes it all the way through, even after both arms are already on the other side. The cuffs only disappear after the door closes. The harpoon pack only falls dramatically after the last trace of the glowing doorway has faded away, even though Jesse was still wearing it when Lake last saw him. It almost lets you bring things up until the last second before snatching it back.
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The determining factor seems to be if it could be used to prove the Train's existence. Maybe the handcuffs were left behind because they were from the Mirror World, which the Train seems to consider to be under its jurisdiction. It seems to let you keep the clothes on your back, but if the jumpsuits made it though then they could have been used as proof. In that case, would it just spit the passengers out with nothing? The exits seem to work like doorways, so it probably wasn't returning your stuff as you passed through.
Chances are, it lets you keep your outfit within reason. It may be a magical train that kidnaps people and forced them through therapy from hell, but it has STANDARDS! If it looks like something you could find on Earth, then there would be no reason not to let you take it. If its something completely inexplicable like a custom-made harpoon pack, then that has to stay. But some normal looking clothes you stole from an abandoned mall would probably be fair game. It also probably wouldn't let you say, throw a bunch of apples through the open Exit in an attempt to solve world hunger, as amazing as that could be. The Train doesn't care if you starve as a passenger, why would it care if you starve on Earth?
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Random stuff in pockets or backpacks might be up for debate. Tulip probably still had the Donut Holer in her backpack, but someone who ran away for months coming back with a pipe for self-defense doesn't seem out of the ordinary. Nobody knows where she was, for all they know she could have needed it. It was confirmed in an AMA that if Jesse's phone had remained un-smashed, then his photos would have ended up blurry and worthless as evidence. It seems important that the Train keeps itself secret under most circumstances. There are reasons it wasn't willing to let Denizens get their own numbers. If everybody knows about the Train, then they won't want to get on.
But when the hell was One planning to give back their clothes? Did Jeremey not have any need for his stuff because Morgan and Kez took such good care of him? Or did One just say "Yoink! This is mine now!" every time someone brought something on board? At what point in the pre-Amelia process were personal belongings dealt with? How many people lost their keys in the process? How many passengers never got their stuff back?
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erzbethluna · 1 year
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It's Baz Bitch! And he did it *again* (he's not oops, tho) This is for amazing @facewithoutheart <3 I'm having soooo much fun with all this Britney Lore we created @ionlydrinkhotwater this is for you too!! That cleavage Simon!! These two go together!! So yeah, wait for the steamy extra astronaut bit, is still in the making because *of course I will color it properly thank you very much*
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00land24 · 1 year
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Raffle Price of my OC, drawn by https://twitter.com/RaevenOddsnEnds
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sapphickangaroo · 1 year
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season of the summit.
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xattractive · 1 year
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Golden crown stencil hoodie with letter Q
A luxurious logo for a luxurious person like you, wear it and be charming among the people, and it is okay to present it as a gift to your friends
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beetheog · 4 months
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Full #Chanel Look
#chanel #stylist #23N #Coco #ski #skioutfit #cocochanel #24C #cruisecollection #resort #resortcollection #skifashion #winterlook #winteroutfit #skitrip #Aspen #snowboarding
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taylorsabrina · 5 months
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can't decide if i should dress up as snow white or barbie for halloween like every girl in the world.
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thekitsunesiren · 1 month
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Dc x Dp #46
"I'm transferring you all to another branch to focus on your teamwork." Batman announced to the Young Justice League out of nowhere.
The news surprised the whole group. They've been together for quite sometime and had gotten alone just fine. Sure, they had disagreements here and there, but that wasn't enough for them to need more training, was it?
"We've been officially working together for a long time. Why do we need teamwork training now?" Robin asked, being brave enough to talk to the well feared vigilante that many were fearful to speak against.
Batman said nothing as he scrolled through the tablet in hand, obviously searching for something.
"Because you still have problems with your teamwork. You need the help of another team your age to get a better view point of what you're doing wrong. And hopefully you'll be able to learn about the different type of enemies
"Wait, wait, wait! Our age? You mean there's another team that we didn't know about?" Kid Flash asked, the news obviously being a surprise to him.
This news was a surprise to everyone in the group. All of them thought that they were the only young heroes that worked under the Justice League.
Finding what he was looking for, Batman opened a file and the team looked at the large photo that appeared on the screen. The photo contained four teens, just around their age if not older or younger.
One was a black teen with a red beanie, and Robin was surprised to see the bulky tech in his hands that he was using. What kind of outdated tech was this team using?
Next to him was a goth looking girl with raven black hair wearing a black short with a black and green plaid skirt. Her face was concentrated into a stern glare that gave Wally the shivers. The gun that she held in her hand didn't help either.
There was another girl as well. Her black hair down and resting against her shoulders. Said shoulders and the rest of her body covered by a black and red suit with a hoverboard against her feet and another strange weapon in her hand. A gun maybe? Red Arrow was curious to see her aim when moving on that board.
And the last kid wasn't standing. He was floating. With snow white hair and green eyes that seemed to glow everytime they looked at the photo. He looked to be around the same age as the other three, but he wore a black jumpsuit with white boots, gloves, and belt. On his belt rested a thermos? Superboy didn't see how such a scrawny thing could be of any threat.
One thing was similar was that how all of the humans eyes seemed to glow. Almost as bright as the- metas'? Aliens? -did.
"These are the members of Young Justice: Dark. They have been under the Leagues employment for three months, but they've been working on their own for almost two years and managed to stop several world ending disasters dealing with the supernatural."
The statement from Batman shocked the team. Them? On their own for two years fighting against the supernatural? Surely he was joking?!
"But-how? We've never heard of them, and they were world ending, we should've known about it." Robin argued.
"Because they've never left the threats leave their town." Came Batmans clipped reply. "There have been a few close calls, but all of them have been handled. As for why the League wasn't aware, there was interference that stopped the League from knowing about Amity Park. This is the team that took our place."
This was the team? Two years unsupervised against supernatural threats that they didn't know about and they still remained uncovered? Just how strong was this team?
"I'm assigning your next mission to work under them. For the time being they will be your superiors and you will follow their instructions if you come into contact with any enemy. Do not go against their orders or else it will be dire. With this, you will learn about threats stronger than you have faced and better yourselves as a team. Do not mess this up."
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ervotica · 4 months
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please don’t go, i love you so
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pairing: young!coriolanus snow x reader
warnings: a lil toxic!coriolanus, he’s rough with r, possessive talk, quite tame in this but imma tamp it up soon, a bit of making out and being lovey
note: i do not careee about who likes this character or who doesn’t okay i am writing about him because he is literally one of the hottest men i’ve ever seen, kay? i’m not here for moral dilemmas thank u, enjoy (yes i will follow up w smut and my young!coriolanus snow reqs are OPEN!) please please remember to comment and rb, it helps me so much!
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Coriolanus is possessive.
It sickens him to his very core, sends nausea rolling like a wave through his chest; he’s not a child. Yet, the mere sight - thought - of you engaging with any other man, even innocently, is enough to have him seeing red: white-knuckled, muscles drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to eliminate any and all threat standing between him and his girl.
It's the way those boys look at you. As if you're a piece of meat, a toy to play with that they're just begging, aching to sink their teeth into, to leave a permanent mark on. The boys in this district are barbaric- that's what Coryo thinks anyway. It's disgusting, the things that he knows they think about you.
It's been a long day in District Twelve. Coriolanus' grey jumpsuit rubs and itches and his skin crawls with an uneasiness settled at the pit of his stomach. It's a warm day, his skin sticky as he peels the top half of the jumpsuit from his slender arms and ties it neatly around his waist. The grass by the lake is damp with the leftover dew from the morning.
He catches sight of you amongst the trees, weaving and bobbing through the undergrowth as you do, your lithe fingers brushing against leaves. Your head dips and then raises as his tall figure creeps into your peripheral vision. A smile graces your features, real and earnest with all your teeth.
There’s a slight waver in your countenance when you catch Coriolanus’ own expression; his brows are knit, pushing his forehead into a crease, lips pushed together tersely.
You walk straight into his arms, balancing yourself on one leg and pushing your shoulder underneath his armpit. You needle your way in, your forehead rested against his chin, so close you can feel his breath against your face.
“Hi, gorgeous,” you murmur. You reach up to push out the ridge in his brow and your thumb traces the bridge of his nose in a way that couldn’t be perceived as anything other than unbridled affection. “Something wrong?”
His slender fingers settle against your waist. You shiver at the contact when he spins and pushes you back into a tree. The bark digs into your back as you shuffle to meet his eyes— his eyes that have suddenly clouded with something dark and possessive.
“What is it?” you ask again; your voice is becoming more strained the longer he stays quiet, your own hands snaking up his arms like vines and squeezing.
He shakes his head and drops his face to look at you properly.
“Nothing. I have you.”
“Okay.” You click your tongue, tilting your head at him. His face gravitates towards yours, breath hot and mixing with your own. “You gonna kiss me or what, handsome?”
He doesn’t need any encouragement, surging forward to catch your lips between his own; his hands are rough, kneading the soft flesh of your hip. His other makes its way up to your jaw, fingertips pressing so hard you’re sure he’s branding you. You’ve never been kissed like this, with such fervour and passion and need. You gasp into his mouth and your arm wraps around his neck to pull him further into you.
“Coryo,” you pant.
“Shh,” he forces out, his fingers suddenly an iron grip around your neck; the hollow of your throat is bared to him and bobs under his cruel touch.
“Coriolanus, that hurts,” you say, strangled. His eyes are alight with a fire, a blazing inferno roaring in his head as he squeezes your throat and laughs.
You wheeze, clutching at his wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip. He obliges you, running a thumb over the indents he’s left in your soft skin to smooth them away.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” he asks. His head drops to the juncture of your neck, arms hooking loosely around your middle as he relaxes into you. “I just wanted to feel you. To know you’re mine.”
The incident is forgotten as soon as it ends. He has a charm in that sort of way; you don’t see his faults even when he shows them to you clear as day. You’ll never see what’s right in front of you even if he wants you to.
“Of course I’m yours, Coryo. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“The way they all look at you here…” He falters. “Like they all want you. Like they want to take you away from me. You’re mine- they have to understand that.”
“No one could take me away from you,” you giggle, your temple resting against the tip of his shoulder so you can duck your head to meet his eyes. “I know where I belong. And that’s right here with you.”
“Good.” He mouths at your neck like a man starved, arms coming right up until they’re hooked just underneath your own. He pulls away heaving for breath.
“Wanna show me just where you belong?”
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ares857 · 25 days
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freshfrenchangel · 1 year
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Warms up inside the little shed under a winter moonlight in the woods.
Credits on my Flickr.
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lakiafashae · 1 year
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alienstardustwrites · 4 months
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*tracing your silhouette (coriolanus snow x f!reader)
♫ “TROUBLE - STRIPPED” HALSEY.
☼ Summary/Fic Request: what if fem reader joins coriolanus snow. Also cute the fem reader and snow wearing matching color red. Them being madly in love even though they’re already together fluff - anonymous
✎ A/N: Coriolanus Snow imagine. A nice and fluffy snow and reader. Thank you for sending in the request! I focused on feelings. I thought it would be nice if the reader was the one who gave him a nudge. Ah! I hope i captured the request. Feedback and comments are appreciated. Thank you! ♥
‼ ‼ WARNINGS: some feels, romance.
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Coriolanus Snow felt at home once he made it back to the Capitol. He was wearing his deep red colored coat, along with a signature sharp suit underneath. He tucked his hands into his pockets admiring his surroundings. He started to imagine what it would be if he would inherit the reign.
He could feel it pulsing throughout him. It would all be his to touch, to control. He would be able to move pieces easily without much pushback. They would listen. And the beauty of it - he wouldn’t be alone, someone he trusted would be right by his side through it all.
He breathed in, tightening his stomach muscles, then exhaled slowly. He heard the click of your heels when you walked up beside him. You were wearing a white-colored jumpsuit, with a vest-like top. Over it, you had a deep red peacoat. Your hair was in neat braids with bird-shaped barrettes weaved in. You glanced up at him, noticing how focused he was on what was below. 
The streets were empty for once. It was probably too early for the Capitol to be awake. The parties and festivities from the night before kept the crowds happy and drunk. They would soon become alive after the sun rose. 
“What are your plans for today?” You asked breaking the silence and slipped your arm around his. He turned once he felt you, kissed your forehead tenderly then slipped his finger under your chin to tilt your head back. 
“Keeping busy. I suppose.” His lips brushed against yours, eventually connecting into a sweet, soft kiss. You responded immediately and kissed him back. His hand cupped the side of your face brushing his thumb against the deep scar that ran underneath your left eye. 
The scar was a battle wound from when you were a tribute from a past Hunger Games. You were a victor but you didn’t escape unscathed. You were celebrated and then forgotten. You moved to the Capitol to make a name for yourself and eventually run a popular tavern. 
It was where you met Coryo when he came back to the Capitol. He was laser-focused on what he wanted, and what he needed. So, he kept busy during the day, running to meetings and doing the necessary errands. But he always found his way back to your tavern. You two struck up conversations and you showed sympathy for the things he was faced with. 
You didn’t judge him, you didn’t look at him any differently when he began to express more to you. He completely trusted you. It was something you learned he didn’t do very often. He exposed such vulnerability to you. 
You fell in love with him, but you could see him falling first. He wanted to protect you. He promised he would build you a grand life, one that you should have received after being a victor. 
“I have an idea,” you smiled softly at him and kissed his shoulder. “Follow me.” You reached for his hand, and kissed his knuckles quickly. Then tugged his hand and made your way to the stairs to climb up to the top of the building. 
“Is this where you push me to my death?” He joked while following you to the edge. You smiled and shook your head, breathing in, and looked down at the streets of the Capitol. 
“No. I promise I wouldn’t do that.” You shook your head. “This. All of this could be yours, Coriolanus.” You gestured to the buildings, the streets, and the businesses. “You could be president. Breathe life into the Snow name again.” 
He clenched his jaw as he swallowed listening to your words. Then, he glanced at you. You could see his mind at work, he squeezed your hands. “Would you stay by my side?” He asked quietly. 
“I will. I want to see you succeed, Coryo.” You turned to him and kissed his forehead. Your hand rested against his chest, then locked eyes with him. “I love you with all of me. We can shape it. Make it stronger.” 
“I love you. I don’t ever want to lose you.” He smiled vulnerably and kissed your cheek. “I feel unstoppable with you by my side.” He put his arms around you giving you a tight and secure embrace. Every time he was close to you, a sense of security and love flowed throughout your body. He was carrying the burden of so many on his shoulders, you wanted to take on some of that. You wanted to keep him safe and afloat. 
He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, exhaling softly. “It’ll be an evolution for the better, Coriolanus.” You kissed his cheek, rubbing the nape of his neck gently with your fingertips. “You’ll land on top,” you whispered lovingly to him and half-smiled.  He let out a light laugh, lifted you up in his arms, and kissed you deeply.
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keerysfreckles · 3 months
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OKAY BUUT IF ITS NOT TO MUCH CAN U DO A LUKE CASTELLAN X APOLLO READER AND LIKE IF U EVER HEARD pure as the driven snow (hunger games song) I CAN TOTALLY SEE APOLLO READER SINGING THIS TO HIM INFRONT OF PEOPLE
(Sorry for typing in caps I got excited 😰 but it’s okay if u don’t this request 🫶🫶🫶)
mamma mia — luke castellan
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pairing: luke castellan x apollo fem!reader
warnings: none!
a/n: i did twist this request only with the song, i used lay all your love on me by abba :) i hope you still like it!
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saturday's were y/n's favorite day. not only because it was a free day throughout the whole camp, but also because of the apollo singalong at the bonfire.
every weekend a camper or two from apollo's cabin would take turns performing to start off the night. this weekend it was y/n's turn.
herself, and her two closest friends from the cabin were all getting ready. abigail, a tall brunette, was wearing a blue and purple 70s inspired jumpsuit. they were flared at the bottom of the legs and elbows of the sleeves. she finished the look with her hair straightened with a matching purple scarf acting as a headband.
stephanie, a shorter blonde, was wearing a green and silver two piece 70s set. it was a halter styled top, paired with bell bottom pants. she wore the same white boots abigail had, and had her platinum blonde hair in a ponytail, with her bangs covering her forehead.
stephanie and abigail were currently setting up their mini stage for their performance. the other campers were starting to file in the area, filling the empty seats of the amphitheatre fairly quickly. stephanie noticed hermes' cabin was front and center. both girls knew y/n would love the fact her boyfriend was right in front of the stage.
abigail and stephanie finished setting the stage, and went to get y/n from the cabin as chiron and mr. d started to announce tonight's events.
"will you hurry up? lover boy is out there waiting," stephanie walks into the cabin, before looking over her outfit once more in the mirror.
"what steph means to say, is the stage is set, and camp is waiting for you," abigail stands behind y/n at the shared vanity, and places her hands on her shoulders.
y/n continues fiddling with her hair, which was teased slightly, with a white headband, with a few front pieces framing her face. she had a similar 70s inspired outfit like abigails. hers was pink and orange, and the top was cropped. her bottoms were the same colors and they had five layers of ruffles adorning the bottom. of course, she had matching white boots just like her sisters.
"what if i mess up?" y/n asks no one in particular.
abigail continues rubbing her shoulders, "you've never messed up one of our performances, why is this one so different?"
y/n shrugs, "maybe the fact luke and i are dating now? and i guess i still want to impress him."
"he's impressed with anything you do," stephanie speaks up from the other side of the cabin, "this can just be another thing he brags about to his friends. how cool his girlfriend, and her friends, are."
y/n stands from the vanity, and simply holds her arms out, "group hug before we go out there."
stephanie and abigail happily oblige before the trio start walking towards the amphitheatre. the three girls grab their matching white microphones and get into their very stereotypical stances on stage, just as chiron finishes his speech.
the music starts, which makes all the campers quit their side conversations.
abigail, y/n and stephanie who were in a line, were now in a triangle, as abigail starts singing.
"i wasn't jealous before we met. now every woman i see is a potential threat. and i'm possessive it isn't nice. you've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice."
abigail continues to sing the second verse, when y/n takes the center of the stage as abigail and stephanie stand behind her.
"don't go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me."
as soon as y/n met luke's eyes as she sang her line, she could've sworn she saw hearts in his eyes.
stephanie sang the next two verses, as y/n and abigail had choreography while they were behind the blonde.
y/n moved to the middle again, and the trio all began dancing with the same choreography. she started singing thr chorus again.
"don't go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me. don't go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me."
the campers had started clapping along and moving to the rhythm of the song, as the girls on stage sang another verse and the chorus a few more times.
as the song came to a close, y/n brought both of her friends into a hug, before chiron instructed for the ares cabin to gather the firewood for the bonfire.
y/n was talking with abigail and stephanie on stage, and shrieked when she felt a pair of arms pick her up and spin her around. her feet land on the marble ground instead of the stage. she turns in the stranger's arms and her smile grows once she sees luke.
"you look like you walked right out of an abba music video," he laughs.
"that was kinda the point babe," she leans up and kisses his cheek. "did you like the song?"
luke nods quickly, "you all were amazing, but you," he paused to kiss y/n's forehead, "i couldn't keep my eyes of you."
"it was meant for you, if you couldn't put that together," y/n giggles.
"oh i was hoping it was meant for me. if it was for any other camper i wouldn't hesitate to share a few words with you missy," he tries to sound affirmative with y/n, but it only makes the girl laugh more. the couple and the rest of the campers who were standing were all instructed to sit by chiron, as the ares' kids all came back with firewood.
luke kissed y/n's cheek once more before he dragged her to sit with him for the rest of the night.
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