#this was so sweet to draw and think of all the things shaun would take photos of

[irradiatedrosegarden]

wholesome family photos: oops! all synths edition

<3

~ individual pictures + a bonus danse that I wasn’t entirely happy with under the cut ~

#this is actually from like a month ago I forgot to post it sooner lol #anyway i love these guys #this was so sweet to draw and think of all the things shaun would take photos of #danse #paladin danse #sole survivor #flynn corinne amber #shaun #synth shaun #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fo4 fanart #fallout fanart #irradiated art

[threadsun]

Ayo it's Sleepy, here's a thought provoker: if the boys had access to a sharpie at any time, what would they write on you? And when? Basically I'm asking for your body writing headcanons lmao

You're so smart and sexy!!!!

Jack:

Most of the time, he writes sweet and slightly possessive things on you! Compliments, praise, "My Sunshine" is one that crops up a lot. Or he'll doodle little cute things on you like a sun or a smiley face. During sex, though? He'll tie you up and write the most degrading things on you. Anything to remind you that you're his slutty little sundrop~

Favourites: "My Sunshine" on your face, "mine" on your thighs, "filthy slut" on your chest

Ian:

Ever since y'all were in school together, he developed a habit of doodling on your arms when he's bored. If you let him write on you during sex, though... well, you're going to get an endearing mix of compliments and romantic stuff. Unless you ask him to get mean with it, he'll indulge himself in adoring you!

Favourites: "gorgeous" on your cheek, "beloved" on your wrist, "forever" on the back of your hand

Shaun:

He likes to write on you when you're tied up, mostly because he enjoys watching you helplessly try to figure out what he's writing as he's doing it. He likes to write places you can't see, and he'll only show you pictures of it afterwards. His writing ranges from silly to sweet to very very mean~

Favourites: "dork" on your forehead, "kick me" on your ass, "horny bitch" on your abdomen

Nick:

It's one of those things he's used to, and sort of likes to get creative with when he can. Sure, he could do some normal body writing to get you in the mood, but... really, he wants to try out new things with you! Something that'll keep you both interested and in the mood! So he'll get a little weird with it, but in a fun way~

Favourites: "cock magnet" on your lower back, "what dreams are made of" on your collar bone, a womb tattoo over your pelvis

Joseph:

He's too sweet to get degrading with it. And honestly, it takes a lot to even convince him that he can write on you because he doesn't think you'll want his bad handwriting on your body. But once you convince him? It's a lot of hearts mostly, especially since he'll keep trying until he draws a perfect one. Plus some compliments, of course!

Favourites: hearts all over your body, his name on your inner thighs, "perfect" all over your body

Jean:

Degradation, all the way through! This man wants your body covered in reminders that you're just his personal whore and you belong to him. He likes to throw the odd straight up insult in there too, just to make sure you're feeling thoroughly terrible about yourself. Anything to make you more vulnerable to him~

Favourites: "property of Jean Laurent" on your forehead, "pathetic" on your stomach, "useless slut" on your lower back

Rory:

Mostly he writes cute petnames whenever he's got a pen in his hands. But when you two are in bed together, he'll write the filthiest things on you. Specifically making sure to only write it in places where it's visible when you're naked. He doesn't want anyone else reading the things he writes on you.

Favourites: "sweetheart" on your hand, "delicious" on your thighs, "Rory's" on your ass

Barry:

He likes to write instructions on you! Just in case anyone else happens to see, he wants them to know exactly what to do to you. He loves to cover your whole body in writing, until he runs out of space to write more. He's happy to let others write on you too, of course! Anything to keep customers happy~

Favourites: "cum here" with an arrow pointing to all your holes, "hurt me" on your chest, "free use" on your face

Bo:

He can't write :)

Elias:

Body writing is something that feels really sweet and intimate to him. He's another one who only goes with compliments when left to his own devices. Though... his compliments can get a little raunchy if you bring a marker into the bedroom~ He just wants you to have reminders of his love all over your skin!

Favourites: "my beloved" on your wrist, his name over your heart, "tempting" on your ass

Taylor:

He writes a lot of notes and stuff on his own hands and arms, so when he wants you to remember something then he'll write it on yours. But he's also very horny for body writing! Usually he'll try to keep it romantic and sweet, but the moment you indicate you're okay with it, he'll pull out the more degrading stuff~

Favourites: "the hottest" on your forearm, "use me" on your stomach, "fuckdoll" on your chest

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #dachabo #the groom of gallagher mansion #tgogm #sdj jack #sdj ian #sdj shaun #sdj nick #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj rory #barryposting #elias gallagher #taylor potts #sunshine #18+ only #sleepy anon #gn!reader

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Cat AU

Okay, so, two particular pieces of beautifully drawn fan art have collided together in my head to create a light and fluffy self-indulgent image that I just had to share with you all.

@okamiliqueur's heartbreaking picture of Jack's lonely and forgotten box from the new demo made me think of cats abandoned in boxes, "free to a good home." Only in the case of the game's story, he was left out in the rain to rot, the owner having given up giving him a good home.

@jazzylovetodraw's picture of Jack as a cat has been buzzing in my mind for quite a while. I just love how precious he looks in both forms, and when I was thinking of Jack being like those abandoned kittens in cardboard boxes... well, the combination was obvious.

I know that Jack's fursona is a snake, and I know being a cat is Shaun's thing, but I'm a sucker for kitties. I'm as biased towards cats as I am for dragons, if my avatar and username didn't offer enough of a hint. ;3 I'd love to see all the characters as kitties honestly.

Tempting though it may be to go with Fruits Basket rules for kitty Jack, like I toyed with over on twitter, I think I'm going to play with a different and simpler set of rules. In this universe, Jack is stuck as a cat until his sunshine's love allows him to become human again.

Admittedly, it's kind of hard to imagine Jack being alone for very long when he looks so adorable. Who wouldn't fall in love with that precious kitty face instantly? Most everyone would be putty in his paws.

Content Warning: I wind up touching on a couple explicit headcanon details near the end. I mean, I did say this is a pretty self-indulgent image with my OTP.

Maybe Jack was stuck as a cat via a curse ala Hocus Pocus and is guarding the box/tape/etc. Maybe he was stuck as a cat instead of in the tape and no one could see him until MC came along. Maybe he's got a tragic backstory like the cat from Fruits Basket.

Since this AU is more about the vibes, I'm just going to leave the how and why parts of the lore up in the air. All that matters is that Jack is stuck as a cat and left out in the rain in a cardboard box until MC decides to take him home.

I'm just going to switch over to Alice and what she would do in this scenario. Poor lonely Alice is out on the town, when she comes across the box out in the rain and sees an equally lonely kitten. Poor little thing, all wet and sad... She just has to take him home with her.

Alice cleans Jack up, gets him wrapped up all nice and warm in a blanket, and even gives him some chicken she bought for her own dinner that night. She'll have to get cat food and other things for her new furry companion tomorrow, though she should probably look for his owner and take him to a vet.

At first, Jack isn't sure what to do about the situation, though he is grateful. No one has even acknowledged his existence until Alice came along. She's so soft and warm. He loves it when she holds him. She's so kind too.

Alice does find it surprising Jack doesn't put up a fuss when being given a bath. Jack didn't exactly like the feeling of being all grimy, and don't get him started on fleas and other gross things cats have to deal with on the streets!

The vet isn't as fun, though Jack is well behaved, though very clingy to Alice throughout the appointment. He can't help but fear that she'll abandon him too. He'll keep up the helpless and adorably needy kitty act if it means she'll stay with him.

There's no ID chip, no tag, and no missing notice for any cat that looks like Jack. It's clear that the poor guy is a stray.

Alice is hesitant initially. She's wanted to get a pet cat for a long time now, but she has barely been able to take care of herself. How can she handle taking care of an innocent life that needs her when she's struggling so much with her own life?

That hesitation doesn't last long. Jack loves on Alice so much, constantly purring and snuggling up to her. He curls up with her when she sleeps or relaxes. He was hesitant at first, and she assumed that was because he was wary of her, when in reality, he just didn't want to cross any of her boundaries. He didn't want to do anything that might upset her and make her get rid of him. When she started petting and cuddling him, he wholeheartedly returned the affection, absolutely starved for it.

The first thing Alice thought when she saw Jack was that he was lonely, just like her. He's so sweet and can't stand to be apart from her. How can she just get rid of him when he makes her feel loved and needed?

Of course, a cat's life isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Cat food is a step down from people food, and a litterbox is anything but sanitary. Jack just skips that nonsense and goes straight to using the toilet despite the awkwardness, which shocks the heck out of Alice. He also snubs all cat food in favor of human food.

Yes, I could go with Jack being a ghost(?) cat that doesn't need food or to use the toilet, but then he wouldn't have gone through the indignities of a vet visit.

Then again... it would be funny if Alice brought Jack to the vet, only for them to think she's crazy, since to them all she's carrying is empty air.

Hmm... yeah, I think I'll go that route. As hilarious as vet hijinks and typical cat care with Jack while he possesses a human mind and identity might be, this would be a more interesting and tragic route. No one else can see Jack but Alice. He's lived for who knows how long in a world full of people that don't see him at all, unable to even be human anymore. It'd be a different type of hell than the one in the video tape, similar to what I talked about in my previous ramble.

Imagine if the 1984 incident Jack died and became a ghost(?) cat because he was secretly a cat shape shifter or something. Or maybe something more supernatural happened during the incident. Either way, cat ghost(?) Jack is very, very lonely.

Man, I just realized, it would be even more tragic (and complicated) if I go with the reincarnation route for this AU. Ghost(?) cat Jack probably had to watch Mary die slowly in the hospital after the incident, unable to help her or let her know that it's him. He couldn't even offer her comfort in her final days. It would've been so traumatizing.

For now, let's just play with this AU without the reincarnation angle, since this is supposed to be mostly light and fluffy feline fun with the OTP.

Jack, even as a cat, tries to do his best to help Alice out. If he can make himself useful, make her need him, then he won't ever lose her. He sneaks out when she goes to work to keep her company even though she initially tried to get him to stay home. No one sees him, so it won't matter. Besides, petting an invisible kitty is a good stress relief when dealing with awful customers, and certainly beats regular stimming.

The more Alice cares for Jack, the more powers he gets back, starting with the ability to talk. It's a huge shock for Alice of course, but Jack makes it clear that it's because of her love for him that made her stronger.

Of course, that love is platonic, at least at the start, which Jack knows full well, but he'll work on shifting things to a romantic love... especially after he gets the power to shift back into a form that has hands.

Like in typical canon, Jack answers Alice's questions as best he can. He probably lost his sense of identity like in game canon, so he references CloudyTown and stuff "he" did there, mixing up the show's lore with his own past. It's also intermingled with his many years spent wandering the streets being ignored and going crazy from the loneliness.

Jack does let Alice know that he used to be able to change from a cat to human. He just... can't anymore. He thinks it was because he was forgotten. He doesn't know why no one can see him until Alice came along.

It's so sad and tragic that Alice can't be unmoved by his plight. Sure, it makes things a bit awkward knowing that Jack is sentient and used to have a human form, but she feels for him. It also makes sense now why Jack always turned away whenever she changed.

Yes, Jack could have peeked. He could have even watched Alice while she was bathing, but he didn't. He refuses to do anything she won't allow. Cuddling her and sleeping in her bed is innocent, but the thoughts he'd have about her when she was undressing were anything but. He loves her too much to take advantage of her innocent trust in him. He needs her to want him to see her in that vulnerable state... even if it drives him crazy lusting over her. Poor pitiful kitty can't even have a good wank off session with his paws.

Still, despite knowing that Jack was human and is sentient, it's hard for Alice not to fall for his feline charms and not think too deeply about that fact. She still winds up cuddling him and petting him.

Of course, when it first hits Alice that she's treating a human like a pet, she stops and apologizes, but Jack insists that it's fine. He enjoys their cuddle time. He gives her the big, pleading kitty eyes as he begs her not to stop, and she can't help but give in.

Awkwardness soon fades and settles into a strange new normal. Alice does wonder if Jack really is real or if she was just so lonely she imagined something this crazy... but his presence is comforting. He keeps her company almost all the time. She doesn't feel alone anymore thanks to him.

Also... now that Jack can talk, he says such sweet things. It's weird to have a "pet" take care of her, but he reminds her of when it's time to brush her teeth, wakes her up for work, helps her get chores done despite how awkward it is with his paws and small size... It's so endearing.

The encouragement and assistance Jack gives Alice is wonderful, and his jokes are so fun and silly, but it's the praise that leaves her feeling flustered. If she didn't know any better, she could swear that he's almost flirting with her sometimes. She's in denial that's what it is, but it feels nice to be told that she's cute, and Jack is so sincere about it... and how can she not melt when he says sweet things with such a sweet face?

It's one morning that things change drastically. Alice's bond with Jack strengthened over time to the point that Jack finally can change back into a mostly human form, though he does have cat ears, a fluffy tail, and whisker markings.

It was a big surprise to them both really, as Jack transformed in his sleep. Alice had gotten used to cuddling up to a talking cat during the night, so it was a shock to wake up in a pair of big muscular arms. Jack was so happy when waking her that morning, giddy to show her his (mostly) human side, that it slipped his mind what a shock it would be.

Naturally, Alice bolted back against the wall away from the stranger in her bed. Jack quickly started reassuring her of who he was and that she wasn't in danger. He stooped down to her level, pretty much wilting really, with ears folded back, as he apologized for scaring her. He was just so happy that he wasn't thinking about how it must look from her side...

Seeing Jack so pitiful and sad, Alice feels her heart go out to him. Once things calm down, she can't help but be amazed by how he looks. Unthinkingly, she reaches up to pet his ears and feel how they attach to his skull. She only fully realizes how forward she's being when Jack starts purring.

Flustered, Alice immediately pulls back, only for Jack to whine at the loss of her touch. He didn't mind it at all. He always loves it when she cuddles with him.

It's a complicated feeling for Alice. On the one hand they've been very close for so long. On the other, Jack is definitely a human, so it feels different now.

Yet, Jack is so sweet. He's mindful of her hesitation, even if he's disappointed. It's harder for him to hide his feelings with such expressive ears. Alice can't help but want to reach out to him, especially after they've already spent so much time together, getting to know one another. He's chased away the loneliness that had been haunting her for so, so long.

Of course, now that Jack has a human form, Alice finds her feelings slipping into "dangerous" territory. He makes her feel so good, so loved, and she feels for him too. She doesn't want to dare assume he might feel anything more for her than just a friend, but she can't help but notice the way he looks at her, the way he clearly longs to be near her. He's so tender and gentle... and they've already been so cuddly.

It's easier for Alice to find herself cuddling up to Jack, letting him and taking guilty pleasure from his gentle warmth. He pets her hair too in return, and it feels surprisingly good... a bit too good at times.

The line between friend or something more blurs with all the cuddles and petting. Alice feels guilty about it, but Jack keeps encouraging her until, finally, something has to give and their relationship changes. Both of them feel relieved when it does, as they couldn't help but worry that their feelings might not be reciprocated.

In a lot of ways, it's pretty close to the normal continuity, just with some fuzzy ears on top. Jack can change into a cat at will now. As he gets stronger, people can start to see him, perhaps as a feline silhouette, or maybe with some unsettling shadows not from a cat. He's certainly going to be a bit territorial and not be afraid to hiss and use his claws if absolutely necessary.

Still, this kitty is pretty content thanks to Alice. Jack loves it when Alice carries him around as a teeny kitty, warm and snuggly against her chest, even in the cleavage of her shirt at times. Naturally, he returns the favor, carrying her around the apartment as often as possible. It's only fair after all~!

Naturally, Jack wants to get intimate with Alice as soon as she lets him. He's so pent up. Even with hands to take care of himself, all the cuddling and now kisses just make him ache for her even more. He longs to be inside her, biting her gently and growling in pleasure as he takes her.

A bonus with Jack being part cat is that he gets to have some vibrating action when he purrs. It adds a whole new dimension to their lovemaking, whether he's using his mouth on her sensitive parts, or thrusting himself deep inside.

Oh, I'm reminded of the cat-like features I mentioned in the Omegaverse AU. I guess Jack, having feline features, would have a dick that's ribbed for her pleasure too. Tongue too. Neither would be sharp because rule of sexy, but it would add a very pleasurable texture that a clever man like Jack is going to take full advantage of~

Of course, Alice can take advantage of those feline features too. The base of Jack's tail and ears are quite sensitive, and she quickly learns what spots get his motor running. Of course, getting Jack excited will lead to him pouncing on her and getting rather frisky, but Alice would certainly be expecting that result~

I can imagine Jack could make himself look fully human without any feline features, but he knows Alice finds his cat side to be adorable. She has a hard time resisting petting him when his ears and tail are out, and he certainly wants to encourage her to pet him as much as possible. He also wants to encourage her to let him pet her as much as possible.

Of course, if Jack can become powerful enough that other people can see him, he'll have to stick with only cat or human form when out in public. Still, even when other people can see and hear him, he prefers to be in Alice's company. Cats have their preferred human, and Alice is Jack's.

Naturally, Jack would have to be sneaky about showing Alice love when in public if there's a chance of getting caught. Good thing he has that perfectly innocent little kitty form to hide in. I can imagine it would lead to some interesting interactions where someone shows up only to find Alice incredibly flustered with a slightly disheveled appearance, while her "pet" Jack is just casually looking smug, as all cats do.

Person: Whoa, what happened to you?

Alice, not looking them in the eye: Uh... Jack, m-my cat just... ah, got a bit excited.

Person: Heh. Cats, am I right?

Alice: Haha... right.

Jack: :3c

Hmm... I wonder then if the other love interests should have cat transformations in this AU too. It'd be a crime if Shaun doesn't have that ability but Jack does. Jack already gets together with Alice, so I don't want to be extra cruel to Shaun.

Admittedly, I don't have too many ideas for other characters with cat modes. Well, aside from an image of Shaun taking care of his baby MoonPie by carrying her around by the scruff. This post was mostly just indulging in sweet moments with my OTP with a bit of feline flavor sprinkled on top. Maybe I'll revisit the idea again if I get more ideas than just a bit of fluff.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this silly romp with Alice and Jack having some feline fun times!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Cat AU

[wannaliveattheholidayinn]

First lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

thanks for the tag @janelevy!!!

1. Tandy froze for one minute before she robotically handed the badge over.

there's a land that is fairer than day, and by faith we can see it afar (we shall meet on that beautiful shore, in the sweet by and by) (cloak and dagger, tandy/tyrone)

2. Katy was twenty-nine when she had her first baby.

(all i need darling) is a life in your shape (shang-chi and the legend of the ten rings, katy/shangqi)

3. Shaun just stared at her.

Impact and Icepacks (shang-chi and the legend of the ten rings, katy/shangqi)

4. Alas, i has't not yet hath reached this mitely town ms. Bennet hast toldeth me of.

Take My Hand (Wreck My Plans) (zoey's extraordinary playlist, tobin/leif + zoey/simon + rose/max)

5. Peter Parker comes in every Tuesday and Thursday.

you can hear it in the silence (you remember it all too well) (spiderman: no way home, michelle "mj"/peter)

6. She hadn’t thought about how uncomfortable the job might make her.

(the holy) or the broken, Hallelujah (evil, kristen & david & ben)

7. "Move your butt, I’m making latkes!" Ellie said when she entered the house.

Day 8 - Latkes (third shift society, ellie/ichabod)

8. Luz had been nervous to approach Eda about the matter, that by the time she decided to bring it up, it was day seven, and it felt too late.

Day 7 - Family (the owl house, luz & eda & king)

9. Rory had to say, that despite not really understanding anything that was happening, she was having a pretty fun time.

Day 6 - Sufganiyot (gilmore girls, paris & rory)

10. Natasha stared at the small flames in front of her.

Day 5 - Flames (mcu, steve/&natasha)

11. "Earth to Jessicaaaaaa."

Day 4 - Menorah (marble hornets, jessica & tim)

12. "Hey, Mom? How come we don’t celebrate Hanukkah or Kwanzaa?" Lynn asked after school one day.

Day 3 - Celebrate (evil, kristen & lynn)

13. "Stan, we have a message from Mabel and Dipper," Ford said one night, lying on the twin bed across from him.

Day 2 - Candles (gravity falls, ford & stan)

14. "Hey. Hey. Earth to Simon. Whatcha doing?"

Day 1 - Wax (zoey's extraordinary playlist, zoey & max & simon)

15. Introduction: The following clips are raw footage excerpts from Leif Donnelly.

"burn them" (was there ever anything more than your lies) (marble hornets & zoey's extraordinary playlist fusion, tobin batra)

16. Sylvie had never wanted to shoot the messenger as much in the seconds after she found out she was playing Juliet.

whisper low, kiss me sweet (and we’ll go) (loki & mcu, sylvie/loki)

17. The thing was, Maya was surprised Josh didn’t see through the bullshit.

one thing leads to another, too late to run for cover (girl meets world, riley/maya + maya/&zay)

18. Most would probably think a marriage, one kid, and a divorce later might make her pause, not start immediately looking for love.

so near and yet so far from me (reaching for the moon and you) (zoey's extraordinary playlist, zoey/tatiana)

19. "They’re dating."

the right or a clue (I wouldn’t know if I knew) (mcu & loki, young avengers + sylvie/loki)

20. Sylvie gave him a once over.

an indentation in the shape of you (your mark on me, a golden tattoo) (loki, sylvie/loki)

I'm not a particularly large fan of any of these, they are all rather bland, however if I was told to choose, i'd probably pick #6, 15, 16, or 17. i just think they draw you in the most or kinda let the character shine through. Maybe, maybe not, but idk, i like them the most. as for patterns,,, i really like song titles as lyrics, and the only reason eight of these have "day __" there is bc i decided to do Chanukah fics. also, all my opening sentences tend to be very expository.

tagging @swinging-stars-from-satellites, @ingridgradient, @myheartissetinmotion + anyone else who wants to participate! obviously, no pressure to participate if you don't want to! 💗💗

#tag games #writing

[iwrestledayaoguaionce]

The OC Ask Cupid shoots you and inquisitive arrow:

What is your OC’s love language? Do they prefer to give or receive acts of affection and what types are their favorite to give/receive? Are they more physical or verbal with it?

Hello! I wanted to really take some time with this before I answered because I feel like it's a good opportunity to help construct my OCs. Thank you for it!!

I'll answer this for Julien because I'm really focused on him right now.

As far as giving, words of affirmation are a BIG one with him. He loves to compliment his beloved and he has a beautiful, docile way of speaking to them. He always wants to reassure them that he's there, and he's very big on reminding them that he's there to support them. When he was with Sadie, he would give her physical touch like stroking her hair, gently squeezing her shoulders and hands, kissing her forehead in passing etc. Little things. He may not realize it, but he's very big on the tiny physical things and Sadie would receive it well and feel comforted by him because those little things build up.

He's definitely a cuddler. Quality time is HUGE for him. Julien has a bit of a rough exterior, and he can hold his own when he needs to, but he is so, so delicate and sweet. He's gentle, always, and always tries to be aware of his lover's needs and respond to them appropriately. Acts of service are another thing he's big on. From the beginning, when he first met Sadie, she was already pregnant with Shaun and when he wasn't working, he'd be home making sure she didn't lift a finger. This annoyed her to an extent, she didn't like being treated as if she were made of glass, but at the same time she adored it and thought it was adorable. Throughout the time she was pregnant with Shaun, he absolutely doted on her. They would go to bed, and he'd lay with her and hum in her ear, hold her hand, and press himself close to her until she fell asleep. When she was out, he'd watch her sleep, admiring her, and continue to stroke her with his fingers until he passed out. They spent a LOT of his weekends off holed up in the bedroom just watching movies and cuddling, making pillow talk while he stroked his thumb on her cheeks and just stared into her. After she had Shaun, he was very ill but he still found the time and strength to make sure she was cared for. He'd take Shaun when she needed a break for as long as she needed, and love every second of it - knowing his son was content and loved in his arms, and that Sadie could rest knowing he would always have her.

He's a romantic, through and through. I think that's a part of what makes him so beautiful and concrete: no matter what kind of shitty situation he's in, he makes sure whoever he loves is provided for, physically loved, and feels safe with him.

As far as receiving, he loves when someone gives him a gift. Not spending money on him, but when he'd go on hikes with Sadie in the country she'd find him a cicada shell (he adores cicadas), when she'd draw a picture of him that wasn't necessarily the most accurate but he loved it anyway because it was personal, etc. And gifts can be anything. She once spontaneously took him on a trip to a nice cliff where they just laid and stared at the sky. Those are his favorite kinds of gifts: adventures that involve quality time.

He also, of course, loves receiving physical affection. Laying in bed naked all day doing nothing but napping and kissing? That's his motherfuckin' jam. He loves that shit.

Words of affirmation matter to him too. Being trans, he can get dysphoric and anxious about his body. His lover reassuring him that he's a real man, and that he's handsome etc matters so much to him. I think, being trans myself, that's really a huge thing, when your partner gives you words of affirmation that make you feel euphoric instead of dysphoric. A good partner by your side while transitioning can be so wonderful and Sadie was perfect for it, he loved when she'd look him in the eyes, hold his cheeks, and remind him of who he is.

Thank you so much, I hope this gives some good insight for my boy. I'll post a sketch I did of him too!! He's truly my finest creation and I love when people learn about him. I could talk about Julien for hours. 🥺

#oc: julien #fic: american bliss #julien novikov #sadie jane corvin #oc: sadie #my ocs #fallout oc

[reddeaddamnation]

Spending Halloween with them [preference - Assassin’s creed]

A/N: Since I can’t celebrate Halloween, this is my way of showing appreciation for those who do :)

Alexios: He wouldn’t be very impressed by the holiday, but would find your enthusiasm amusing and rather contagious if he had to be honest. For your sake, he would join in on the decorating and if you insist on going trick or treating, he wouldn’t mind going with you. He doesn’t really care about costumes though. He just thinks they’re childish. But if he decides to dress up, he always picks a Greek god kind of costume. Just picture what a snack he is in an Ares outfit.

Kassandra: She’s totally into it. Decorating? Check. Candy? Check. Costumes? Check. Couple costumes? Oh, you know it. Especially the couple costumes. It’s always fun with her because she loves making her own decorations and most of them actually look good, even if the process of making is a bit silly but hey, you have a laugh or two right?

Bayek: He isn’t one for trick or treating. He prefers to stay home and give out candy to the children who come knocking and in fact, all the children in your area know him and never miss your house, because he gives out the most candy. Even if he picks trick, it would be because he wants to have a laugh, but still gives out sweets anyway. Usually he would dress up like an Egyptian god and would love it if you joined him in that style, but wouldn’t mind if you have your own idea. 

Aya: She likes going to the Halloween themed parties, just for a good time and to blow off some steam. She spends a lot of time on her costume and wants everything to be perfect about it. Every year she tries different things - super hero, mythic creature, movie characters, you name it. But what she loves the most is the bonding time she spends with you in decorating and carving pumpkins.

Altair: Um... don’t really expect him to be too enthusiastic. “Babe, it’s Halloween!” “It’s just another day of the year!” Don’t pay him any mind, though. He wouldn’t ruin it for you. The most he would do is carve a pumpkin and is surprisingly talented in it. His carved pumpkins are a real picturesque aesthetic. Usually he lets you deal with trick or treaters, but he secretly loves giving out handfuls of candy to children who knock on the door. Do not bother him with a costume. He thinks they’re ridiculous.

Malik: Well, he isn’t a killjoy that’s what I’ll say... But he has a weird habit of saying unnecessary facts about Halloween to the kids who just went out to have some fun... and not get educated about how Halloween originated from the Celtic people... or how it’s celebrated around the world. He enjoys decorating your home with various things, but don’t expect him to wear a costume...

Ezio: Did someone say Halloween? You know Ezio is gonna go all out! Especially on the costumes. Trust him in picking them out and he will make sure you will have the best ones in probably the entire city. His personal favorite is a sexy vampire and you know he’s gonna nail both the look and the behavior. He’s even up for some roleplay if you’re too later in the night ;) Posts all the aesthetic pictures of the decorations, the pumpkins and especially himself on his social media.

Connor: He celebrates because of you, really. He just loves seeing the smile on your face when you’re having fun. He would love to decorate and carve pumpkins with you, even though he’s a bit bad at it, but it’s the thought that counts! He isn’t one for parties either and would much rather stay home, watch a scary movie and give out candy to the trick or treaters. And yes, he gives a lot of candy. Like, a lot.

Haytham: He doesn’t really care about Halloween and thinks it’s just a children’s holiday. Still, he would make sure your house is the best looking with all the expensive lights and special effects. If you want to dress up, he would be more than willing to buy you a beautiful, good quality costume that will take everyone’s breath away. Is a little cheap about the candy though...

Edward: Let’s be real, he welcomes any day where there’s a reason for drinking. He will most definitely go to any party or even better if the party is in your place. He will also go dressed as a pirate and bonus points for you if you also go as a pirate or as his first mate. Bonus points for when you’re alone, I mean wink wink. 

Shay: The only way you will find him celebrating Halloween is at home with a scary movie. It still counts, right? He just isn’t one for celebrating anything. The most he can do is reluctantly carve a pumpkin or two and that is only if you don’t laugh at what he has created. He wouldn’t turn down trick or treaters, though, but don’t expect much.

Arno: He loves it! He would even start talking about it one month earlier and expect by the middle of October your house to look like one from a horror movie. Also expect to watch scary movies throughout the entire month. Costumes? Yes please. Especially if you’re up for couple costumes. His favorite is either a vampire or an aristocrat and would go all out to make it look legit and perfect. But his favorite part is the little cookies shaped like ghosts or skulls.

Elise: Like Arno, she too would start celebrating early. Pumpkin spice latte? Every. Single. Day. Aesthetic photos for Instagram? All day every day. She loves carving pumpkins with you and watching scary movies. Her favorite costume is Catwoman, because she just adores the outfit and the mask. She also loves giving out handfuls of candy to the children and watch them smile when they see their favorite.

Jacob: We all know he’s absolutely going trick or treating. He would either go as the Joker or Pennywise and Evie would laugh, telling him how he’s already a clown and there’s no need for highlighting it. He has plenty of fun on the holiday and if you watch a scary movie, he would poke your side just when a jumpscare is about to happen just to get a rile out of you. Would probably fight a kid over a candy bar yes or no

Evie: Expect her to buy every type of candy there is at the store and ask each individual child what their favorite candy is so she can give it to them. Would dress up as something that isn’t really tacky or over the top. Maybe a goth or something historical like a shield-maiden. Was not amused when Jacob appeared at the door asking for candy “I take it back, you aren’t a clown. You are the entire circus!” But most of all, she loves having fun with you and decorating the house, making a mess in the kitchen with cookie batter and pumpkin insides.

Desmond: Honey, the best costume he would come up with is a sheet over himself and calling it a ghost. Is so not in the mood, the only thing he’s okay with is a scary movie and all the candy. The candy part is because he doesn’t want to make the children sad or throw eggs at your house. He thinks he’s too grown up to celebrate Halloween.

Clay: Guess who always picks the costume that has the word “sexy” in it. Like, he has to show at least SOME part of his body and not once has he offered you do the same...in the bedroom. When you ask him about Halloween, the first thing that pops in his mind is candy and you in a revealing costume. Jeez Clay. His trademark is singing “I’ll take you to the candy shop” to you.

Daniel: He TRIES okay? He wouldn’t wear anything, but is totally okay with decorating with you, carving pumpkins and tries his BEST. It doesn’t always work but don’t judge. He’s only doing it because he wants to see you smile. If you’re better at carving pumpkins, he would draw on some faces which you can carve out. And later, you can treat the kids with candy and spend the evening cuddling and watching scary movies. So wholesome.

Shaun: This boi is a disaster! He would either spend his time lecturing you about the holiday or attempt to carve a pumpkin, only to fail at it and rage quit. One time he almost fell off a ladder, trying to put up some lights and Rebecca almost choked laughing. Since then, he decided it wasn’t his thing and doesn’t even try anymore.

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[thecosmicsen]

✮ ┆  D-? COUNTDOWN TO INÉS’ BIRTHDAY WITH @shesin​

there is something quintessential about Inés’ presence as a mother bringing a certain type of solace adorning their home.  whether it is the way how her overpowering hypnotic presence exudes the sheer larger than life force of her charisma that fills up the high ceilings of the apartment or the way how her eyes uplift in a smile each time she is engaged with a family-related task,  it strikes a bow to the heart when she leaves.  as the primary breadwinner for the family,  she does need to go out every now and then to overview her assets and do whatever  “  business-y  ”  tasks that need to be tended to.  ultimately,  her lack of presence is immediately noticed by her twin baby boys who take it as personally as a fatal stab to the heart.  Jaewoo couldn’t help but feel a little left out when Inés confirmed that their boys do indeed possess her aura sense detection which enables them to seek out their mother’s presence by attuning themselves.  at the same time,  his chest tightens to think about how terrifying it must be for the boys to suddenly notice that their mother’s spectacular energy is nowhere to be found within their close proximity anymore after waking up from their routine nap.

which is exactly why Jaewoo wastes no time with the distractions as soon as he wakes them up from their designated nap.  his heart still flutters each time the twin boys stir and grunt idly as they slowly arise from their groggy state,  their bambi eyes still heavy with sleep as they drowsily rub at their eyes.  

“  daddy . . .  where is mama  ?  ”  Incheol is the first to gain some comprehension as he slowly sits himself up on his bed,  still tightly clutching at his stuffed green bear with his eyes struggling to stay open.  apparently his mother is the first thing that comes to mind upon awakening.

“  she is out for work but she will be back soon.  did you sleep well  ?  any nice dreams  ?  ”  Jaewoo hastily switches the subject after pressing multiple smacking kisses to his reddened cheeks before moving over to Iseul who is still slumped but still receives an onslaught of peppered cheek kisses from Jaewoo.  “  Iseul,  the faster you wake up the sooner we can start our Friday movie night !  ”  in attempt to limit screen time without going overboard,  he decided to have a family movie night every Friday so at least there would be coordinated time spent with the family whilst watching something.

“  movie  ?!  ”  is all that it takes for the other twin to instantly bolt upwards,  his drowsy-weighted features perking up straight away.  “  where is mama  ?  ”

“  she is out for work but she will be back soon anyway should we get started with making the popcorn.  sweet or salty today or do you have any new ideas ?!  ”  Jaewoo enthuses as he curls an arm around Incheol to lift him up before grabbing Iseul with his other arm.  now with both sleepy boys perfectly perched on either hip,  he kisses the top of their little heads in turn before sorting out basic needs before they can start preparing for the movie. 

once the twins are refreshed and their once heavy-lidded eyes are rounded open with infectious sparkling delight,  Jaewoo perches them carefully on the kitchen counter so they can aid the simple popcorn making process and watch the tiny acorns burst open into something heavenly.  the initial first boisterous pop jump alarms Incheol who jolts in shock whose eyes immediately well with tears but when Jaewoo and Iseul laugh it off and attack him with tickles instead,  he is grinning from ear to ear in the next moment.  

“  pop pop pop  !  ”  Incheol happily sings along and taps a random wooden spoon that Jaewoo handed over to him on the lid of the pan,  still visibly flinching each time a particularly rowdy popcorn pops aggressively against the closed lid.  Iseul finds this exceptionally funny so he begins to to tap on Incheol at the same rhythm Incheol lightly taps the spoon on the pan.  grabbing one of Iseul’s hand and Incheol’s free hand,  Jaewoo starts playing with their arms about in the arm to make them wiggle about.  as if all three know what is going through each other’s mind,  they all begin to start wiggling and chanting in unison at the exact same time.  “  POP.  POP.  POP  !!  ”

they get so caught up in their fevered mantra for the popcorn to pop faster that they don’t realise that the bursting noises stop until Jaewoo stops to realise that the popcorn is almost burning.  swiftly flicking the fire shut,  he plunks Incheol on the other side of the counter so Iseul and sidle up to eagerly drizzle the tufts of white with honey.  since they all have a sweet tooth and Jaewoo knows Inés isn’t keen on the twins having too much sugar overload in their diet,  he shuffles out the popcorn for wobbly honey drizzle before transferring it for all one bowl to share.  

“  so,  what movie shall we watch today  ?  ”  Jaewoo enthusiastically claps his hands together after setting the little boy’s feet back on the solid ground again.  the baby duo immediately look up at him with cheeks flushed with excitement and duplicate doe-eyes glimmering with zeal as they begin babbling at the same time as each other yet again.

“  the good dinosaur  !!  ”

“  finding nemo  !!  ”

“  ——  no,  dinosaurs !!  ”

“  ——  no  !!  fish,  fish  !!  ”

before the twins can get into a deeper ardent argument,  Jaewoo cuts them off with a laugh as he holds up a palm.  “  whoa whoa,  wait.  didn’t you you guys get to choose before   ?  mama had her turn to choose too but I still need to have my turn too  !!  let’s watch the new Shaun the Sheep movie  !!  ”   to incentivise them,  he jangles the popcorn in the bowl for emphasis and the twin’s eyes shift to his hands straight away.  

“  okay let’s watch sheeps  !!  ”  they simultaneously chirp in agreement before padding to the living room for the movie night set up.  plunking the popcorn on the couch set’s designated popcorn holder that Inés specifically purchased for this routine,  he sits down on the couch first before holding his arms open out wide for the babies.  usually one twin goes with a parent but since Inés isn’t home yet,  the twins will probably want to sit on his lap at the same time since they usually intensely dislike not having a hand or foot if not sitting on their parents lap whilst doing anything together at the same time.  first,  Incheol climbs up with panting cooing noises of excitement to get the movie night started and he comfortably settles himself on one of Jaewoo’s thighs before leaning back against him all nice and snug.  

upon seeing this,  Iseul is sparked up with defiance as his cheeks blush a deeper shade of red of annoyance although he channels out his irritation by hurriedly climbing onto Jaewoo as well.  since he is perched on Jaewoo’s left leg,  he has access to the popcorn bowl which he instantly shoves his hand into to start munching on the treat.  Incheol does not like this at all,  as evident by how he arches his back off Jaewoo in protest accompanied with a huffy whine.  “  give me some pleeeaase !!  ” 

initially Iseul either pretends like he cannot hear his twin brother or he simply doesn’t care when his mouth is relishing the taste of freshly sweetened popcorn so Jaewoo has to gently nudge his side.  “  your brother politely asked for some popcorn.  please share it with him too.  we made this together so we can all have it together  !  ”

nonchalantly, Iseul shoves five more bits of popcorn in his mouth and holds out only two for Incheol who makes another high-pitched complaint.  when he finally realises this,  he carefully brings the whole bowl in front and starts munching at a faster pace as Jaewoo starts the movie.  but now the twins seem to be more engrossed with finishing the popcorn within the first five minutes of the movie starting as they quibble slightly each time their little hands knock against each other.  when Jaewoo imperceptibly shifts to get into a more slack and relaxed position,  the twins are reminded of their father whom they begin to eagerly feed the popcorn too.  humming in delight to have two little hands feeding him,  Jaewoo gives their fingertips a quick kiss of gratitude to be fed before heaving out an exaggerated,  “  this tastes too delicious  !  who made this  ?  I need to hire them as the new cook for the house  !  ”

his words are highly appreciated by the twins which elicits amused giggling and happy wiggling as they both happily share the credit don’t be silly daddy you helped us too but we made it  !

at one point,  Iseul grasps at Jaewoo’s cheeks with his slightly sticky fingers for his attention as he hushes out during the scene of Shaun the sheep trying to get familiarised with the control of the alien’s UFO,  “  daddy,  I want my elephant and blankie.  can you come with me to get it  ?  ” 

Incheol’s ears perk up and he casually grabs hold of the remote so he can hand it over to Jaewoo to pause.  “  me too me too don’t leave me alone  !!  ”

“  let’s take a quick break !  ”  Jaewoo sets aside the bowl before gingerly interlocking fingers with either twin who grip his hand with an almost crushing force.  giving them both gentle squeezes,  picking up on their slight insecurity to not have their mother around,  he jauntily hums as the twins direct him back to their room so they can gather their cuddle materials.  once satisfied,  they hand over their blankets and stuffed toy of choice so that they can go back to clinging to Jaewoo as they walk down the hallway to flop back on the couch.  only this time,  Jaewoo sets out a mini blanket fort with extra blankets and cushions so they can all lay down together to watch the rest of the movie in utmost comfort and bliss.  once everything is smoothened out,  fairy lights decked and twinkling,  lights dim,  remaining popcorn on the side,  unobstructed view of the massive projector set,  Jaewoo props himself up on lots of pillows so the twins can huddle up on either side of him.  

everything is snuggly since the twins spend five minutes finding the optimum cuddle spot up against their father and their stuffed toy blanket combination until the movie draws towards its final conclusions.  Shaun the sheep and the gang has to help reunite the baby alien with its family and as they successfully guide the alien’s worried parents back to planet earth,  Jaewoo feels stinging tears prick at his eyes upon the emotional sight of the lost alien baby finding its way back to its fretting loving family.  

however, his valiant efforts to suppress his tears are in vain when they easily trickle out in incessant streams of heated emotions.  with his lips pressed tightly shut,  he forces himself to hold it in as he attempts to discreetly rub at the corner of his eyes with the ends of his sweater.  a few sniffles cause his chest to heave more than slightly which catches the attention of the twins.  Incheol flops back with a hum to watch the rest of the movie but Iseul notices the faint dampness on Jaewoo’s cheeks.  perhaps the pooling of the tears in his eyes is what gives him away since Iseul’s expression instantly transforms into a contorted face of wailing helplessly misery as he starts beginning to hysterically cry at top volume.  this significantly alarms Incheol, who in turn,  begins to panic and also breaks out into heartrending sobs of distress. 

shit. 

“  I am fine,  I am fine  !   nothing is wrong,  everything is okay.  ”  Jaewoo tries consoling his inconsolable babies through his tears that only seem to intensify to hear his children crying because they saw his tears first which were provoked by the movie scene that yanked him into a nostalgic place he is too afraid to delve into.  “  my cute boys,  I got a little . . .  these are happy tears  !!  look at how the alien found its mama and daddy again  !!  hurrayy  !!  ”

apparently these are the wrong words to say since the word mama ignites Iseul’s innate mama’s boy in him which escalates his crying to a high pitched sobbing cry as he starts whimpering out,  “  where is my mama ?!  ”

as if on cue,  Inés herself,  the mother of his crying adorable children,  walks through the front door and makes her way towards the centre of hubbub and emotional outcry with a bemused look of astonishment to see all three of her boys sniffling and crying with the sounds of animated sheep bleating in the background.  to add to the scenery of chaos,  Incheol is clinging onto Jaewoo’s hair whilst rubbing his teary face against his cheeks whilst Iseul is writhing about in Jaewoo’s lap as he tries to get some sort of weird hug dance from Jaewoo’s arm who is trying his best to calm down his babies with soothing back pats and combing his fingers through their hair.  

“  what is going on here  ?  why are all three of my babies crying  ?  ”  she inquires with concern,  her brows only creasing the slightest bit as she basks in the details of the sight unfolding in front of her.   

“  mama  !!  ”  the twins are overjoyed to hear the sound of their mother’s mellifluous husky voice as they immediately bounce towards her with renewed vigour and zest.  they both raise their tiny little arms up for her,  their tiny rolls of tears still mattifying on their chubby rounded faces and she swoops them up to kiss away their dying tears.  making her way over to rest besides the makeshift cuddle fort,  she rests besides Jaewoo as she assuages the slight trembling of her baby’s bodies with her emanating heat.  with his ever euphoric grin to see the love of his life again,  he dives in to press a hearty but gentle welcome back home kiss to her lips before aiding her with her doting reassurances to the twins who also demand for similar kisses.  mama,  kiss kiss !!

"  so does daddy want to tell me what was going on before I came home  ?  ”  Inés now eyes him with amusement,  making sure to rub down the backs of her babies and kissing the tufts of their hair adoringly.  

“  Shaun the sheep helped his little alien friend reunite with his family since he got lost from another planet and ended up on Earth so we uh . . .  got a little emotional seeing that happen.  but it’s a cute happy movie ending,  did you kids enjoy it  ?  ”  a sheepish smile takes over his features bashfully as a hand makes way to rub the back of his head before he flops down properly to cuddle up with his very own reunited family.  Inés kisses the hands of her baby’s sticky hands and they giggle mischievously as they try pressing their fists to her face but only switching tactic last moment like their father to steal a quick kiss from their mother.  just like the on-screen family reunited in high spirits and overflowing love and joy,  the same reflection is mirrored to the family on the heaped up blankets on the floor where they will no doubt cuddle for the next few hours for their next movie with mama.

life is good.

#THIS TOOK ME FOREVER GOD #pls forgive #but anyway #I may or may not be crying #I'm... #yeah #this is just some wholesome content #the cutest . #what can I say . #shesin #* : ✮ ┆ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 (𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠).

[lavellaned]

blunt thou the lion’s paws,

Summary: She's survived heartbreak, war, and the goddamn end of the world. But this shifty, smooth-talking "spy" with a penchant for making pre-war references in the most inopportune times might just be the death of her.

Or, the one where two double-edged people with enough baggage between the two of them to sink a ship team up in order to save the world. No biggie.

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Chapter One:

They were planned to go back home the day after the bombs fell. Home, away from Boston, away from Massachusetts, and away from the sense of displacement that it would give Claudia. 

Home, nestled alongside some blink-and-miss-it road off of one of the many canyons cutting through the Rocky Mountains. Where her dogs (Watcher, Roo, Dixie, Bee, Lieutenant, Ellie, she forces her mind to wrap around the names) are waiting for her and Nate and now Shaun. 

“You can’t just be a forest dwelling hermit for the rest of your life, you know,” Nate would always tease her.

“Why not?” she’d reply, “That’s how I met you, isn’t it?” Nate would then roll his eyes, that gentle smile on his face, before he would wrap an arm around her shoulders and place a kiss to the top of her head.

Sitting, now, on the chilled floor while looking up into the window of the cryopod in front of her, she finds it difficult to attach the memories she has to the scene before her. Can’t seem to make the connection in her mind that the thing (“Person!” the noise in her head screams, “He was a person!”) is the same one in these recollections of a man whose laughter rang with such a honey-sweet cadence, who would drink coffee with way too much sugar, who was so excited to be a father, and who had a habit of humming when he worked with his hands or when the silence got to be too much.

The silence was all consuming now. And Nate was in no position to be filling it. 

“I’m not giving you Shaun!” 

Regardless of how corny Claudia thought the comparison was, it doesn’t change the fact that it felt as if she was watching the entire thing happen in slow motion.

I’ve never heard him raise his voice like that, she remembers thinking. And then the shot rang out.

The back of Nate’s head is in bits, frozen to the back of the cryopod. Frozen streams of congealed blood draw stark lines down his face from his nose and from the bullet hole in his temple.

Claudia should probably stop looking, but she quite honestly doesn’t know what to do otherwise. She doesn’t know how long she’s been sitting there, but her hip aches something awful and her feet have fallen asleep. The frost that covered her has long been melted and she now sits in a puddle.

The silence of the vault burrows into her bones, makes a home in her rib cage that makes it hard to take a full breath. Even the buzzing in her head has nothing to say.

Claudia’s face is numb and she knows it’s not from the cryostasis. 

Nate is dead, she reminds herself, Shaun is gone. You are alone. They took your baby. Nate can’t help you.

She watches herself rise to her feet, the snapping of her joints seem as loud as the bomb was as they ring out into the deadened room. She looks around her for the first time since she woke up, taking in too much and nothing at all. The red light is what catches her attention.  

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Claudia turns back to the mausoleum behind her. She’s second guessing if it was a good idea to look through the terminal or not.

Nate is dead. Shaun is gone. You are alone. They took your baby. Nate can’t help you.

Her sight is trained in front of her as she leaves the room. She feels the cold from the corpses around her follow on the way out. 

The vault looks different from when they first got there, she supposes. Then again, she wasn’t really in the mindset to be critiquing the interior decorating of a post-nuclear vault. As it is now, the metal walls and pipes are rusted, the air is stagnant with dust and lack of use, and red alarm lights illuminate the hallways in front of her.

Claudia tries to be as quiet as possible. Just because she was the only one to wake up in the vault doesn’t mean she’s the only one roaming the vault.

The first room she comes across seems to be the commissary. There is little to be found but a police baton. She takes it, doubting that she’s going to be of any use with it. A room that holds bunks but no bodies to put in them is where she tries to find any evidence of people. Little but degraded knick-knacks are found shoved in random, forgotten corners of the room, until she finds a bag. It’s a small backpack that smells of mildew and the outermost fabric flakes off if she scrapes it with her nail, but it leaves her better off than she was.

The gun in the Overseer’s office makes her skin crawl when she picks it up. She leaves it tucked in the belt of her vault suit and stashes the bullets in her bag. 

By the time she finds the pip-boy and forces her leadened limbs to operate the vault door controls, she’s floating. Her mind is full of cotton that screeches against each other when she tries to have a single thought about anything that’s going on. Her body feels as if it will start unraveling into space. The pack hugging her back, the pip-boy clutching to her arm, and the cold weight of the gun against her hip are the only sensations she can feel through the murky soup that now makes up her consciousness. 

Claudia doesn’t know that she’s made it to the elevator until it jolts awake and begins its ascension. She can barely make out the screeching of the elevator’s rusted machinery over the cacophony in her head.

When she looks up, she sees the opening of the platform break apart as the lift brings her closer. The light of the sun feels like stakes in her eyes when they meet, which is why it takes a moment for her to sight to come back to her.

What little air she is able to take in is ripped from her the moment she looks out into the remnants of the world. 

The world is shrouded in a haze. Color has been seeped out of it all. It smells of rust and decay. Remains of those she can recall working the vault litter the ground around her and Claudia still can’t feel warmth.

The first coherent thought that hits her, hits her so suddenly that she’s taken aback by its presence.

I’m the only one left.

And with that thought brings about a smothering, choking, devouring sense of utter dread. She can feel it fill her from her feet up, the loneliness that comes with such an idea permeating her entire being with a primal fear. The next thought that she can translate winds her as much as the first.

Shaun is out there in that.

Claudia falls to her knees. She looks out to the empty wilderness behind her and the only thing that keeps her company is the wind.

Nate is dead. Shaun is gone. You are alone. They took your baby. Nate can’t help you.

Fear is washed away by a more tangible feeling, one that Claudia holds onto as tightly as she can. It brings feeling back into her limbs and throws the cotton out of her head. Standing to her feet again, Claudia curates the emotion until there is no difference between her and it.

Turning and taking her first steps into the wasteland, she is held together by only one thing: rage.

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There had been whisperings of Institute operations to the north-west for years now. But all that’s out there are a nasty case of bloatflies, a Mr. Handy that never really goes out beyond its usual perimeters, and a bunch of pre-war vault-tec equipment out in the boonies. When the rumors had been at its height, the Railroad started putting the area on their radar. They’d set up a couple bugs in and around the area just in case they could get any sort of idea of what the Institute was trying to do next so they wouldn’t be taken by surprise.

Which is why, when some of the recent readings had been picking up remote electronic interference and major underground movement, the head honcho sent Deacon to check it all out.

Now, Deacon knows that the moment you don’t expect something to happen is exactly when it’s going to happen, but he can’t help but think that maybe those back at the nest are just holding onto every little thing that may (unlikely) or may not (likely) be something to do with the Institute. After the whole Switchboard fiasco, resources are thin if not nonexistent and Deacon isn’t really jiving with the whole ‘go hike out to the other side of the Commonwealth because one of Tinker Tom’s toys says so’ plan. 

And yet, here he is, stationed on a snug little hill at an old Railroad watch site that overlooks a good majority of the Commonwealth. He sits on some rinky-dink chair that’s held together by rust and hope with his rifle secure across his lap. 

He got there a few hours earlier when the sun was still tucked behind the horizon, and the only noteworthy things that he has seen within those hours were a distant molerat trip into its own burrow with an ungraceful squeak and the bark of a tree that looks like a frowning face if he tilts his head and squints his eyes. Other than that, there had been nothing but radio silence and certainly no Institute happenings in the area.

But there is something in his gut that tells him not to pack it in and write it off as a false alarm just yet. His gut instinct hasn’t led him to make too catastrophic of decisions so far, so it’s pretty much the one thing he trusts most in this world. And right now, it’s telling him to hold out a little longer. Whether that’s just him holding out hope that this isn’t just a major waste of time is an idea that is put straight to the back of his mind as soon as a sound rumbles out from the locked up vault entrance.

He places the stock of his rifle against his shoulder, eye glued to the sight. A god awful screeching announces to the whole Commonwealth that the once-dead vault has resurrected. Deacon holds his breath, anticipating a bunch of Institute goonies to come flooding out at any moment. What actually emerges is less dramatic but decidedly more captivating.

Her head is placed right in his crosshairs and he watches this shiny, fresh-outta-the-box vault dweller get her first taste of the Wastes and all its glory. 

Yep, take it all in, Princess.

Deacon has had his share of encounters with vaults and their residents and it never fails to bring him a dark glimmer of amusement to see them experience the Wasteland firsthand.

But there’s something… off about this one. Disregarding the fact that Vault 111 has been considered a dead zone for forever, the way that she just stands there with a blank expression, looking around with marble-like eyes makes Deacon think if she’s not actually just a newly deployed synth. Then she falls to the ground. He holds his breath as she looks around again and he swears that she makes direct eye contact with him. But she must not have noticed him as she gets back onto steady feet and walks away from the vault.

Well, Deacon muses, This should be interesting.

#fallout 4 #deacon x sole survivor #deacon fo4 #deacon x sosu #i'll be gradually posting the chapters here as well as on ao3 #just to get some order to this here mess of a blog

[guernsey-island]

Please answer 1-98 >:3

Weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?      water bottles 2. chocolate bars or lollipops?      chocolate bars 3. bubblegum or cotton candy?      cotton candy, though I don't like either very much 4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?      I don't know 5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?      plastic cups??? 6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?      sportswear I guess 7. earbuds or headphones?      I only have earbuds right now, but I like both 8. movies or tv shows?      tv shows, but that doesn't mean I don't like movies too 9. favorite smell in the summer?      the ocean 10. game you were best at in p.e.?      capture the flag 11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?      whatever I can find 12. name of your favorite playlist?      "Good Songs :D" 13. lanyard or key ring?      key ring 14. favorite non-chocolate candy?      I don't particularly like any non-chocolate candy. Too artificial and sweet :/ 15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?      Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes 16. most comfortable position to sit in?      leaning back and with my legs out 17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?      white converse 18. ideal weather?      raining or a mild temperature like 80 degrees F paired with high humidity 19. sleeping position?      I fall asleep on my side and wake up on my back 20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?      Google docs heheh 21. obsession from childhood?      I was one of those warrior cats kids (no, I didn't pretend to be warrior cats at recess) 22. role model?      Snickers 23. strange habits?      popping my back, checking sunset/sunrise times 24. favorite crystal?     all crystals are great 25. first song you remember hearing?      Counting Stars by OneRepublic 26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?      hiking 27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?      reading 28. five songs to describe you?      Modern Loneliness- Lauv // Scared of Heights- Loving Caliber // backpack- slchld // By Now- Will Jay // Come True- khai dreams, Forrest., Biskwiq 29. best way to bond with you?      don't annoy me 30. places that you find sacred?      the beach when no one is there or deep in the mountains 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?      ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 32. top five favorite vines?      road work ahead, jared 19, damn daniel, 2 bros chillin in a hot tub, x files theme 33. most used phrase in your phone?      probably >:3 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?      that spotify ad about peter and jumping/skipping rope. IF you knew what an 8track tape was!! 35. average time you fall asleep?      ~2:30am 36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?      the pepe the frog memes 37. suitcase or duffel bag?      suitcase 38. lemonade or tea?      lemonade but tea is also superb 39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?      lemon cake bc I've never had lemon meringue pie 40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?      I don't really remember. Let's go with Mr. Rightmyer and Mr. Mikow in general (ig matrix_multiplication). or maybe the time Sami put a lamp on her head and pretended to be Shaggy 41. last person you texted?      Snickers 42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?      jacket pockets 43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?      hoodie 44. favorite scent for soap?      hmmm something tropical 45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?      sci-fi 46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?      clothing 47. favorite type of cheese?      swiss or colby jack or parmigiano-reggiano 48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?      peaches bc they're the best fruit 49. what saying or quote do you live by?      "you become what you think about" "success is the progressive realization of a worthy goal or ideal"- Earl Nightingale "the opposite of courage is not cowardice, it is conformity" "sanity and happiness are an impossible combination"- Mark Twain "If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading"- Lao Tzu "failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough" - Og Mandino 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?      let's go with https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TilHylia7rE and more recently, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voncdcV648g 51. current stresses?      upcoming exams, writing essays 52. favorite font?      My current favorites are Frank Ruhl Libre, Overlock, and Rajdhani 53. what is the current state of your hands?      good, though I perpetually have a bump on one finger from writing too much 54. what did you learn from your first job?      job?? what job? 55. favorite fairy tale?      three little pigs 56. favorite tradition?      sleeping 57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?      I don't know 58. four talents you’re proud of having?      Freestyling (ground moves and juggling), shooting knuckleballs, popping my back really well, running a 5-6 minute mile 59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?      I don’t know what my catchphrase would be 60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?      a shonen where the protagonist is trying to survive in a crazy world, become the best at something, or master some special power (examples: tower of god or solo leveling if it was an anime) OR something with a mafia 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?      "Well, if you only knew how little I really know about the things that matter"- Elio in cmbyn the movie (think about this quote all the time) "Let us cultivate our garden"-Candide in Candide by Voltaire “The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God's name is Abraxas.”- Sinclair in Demian by Hermann Hesse “I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?”- Sinclair in Demain by Hermann Hesse “Know yourself and go in swinging.”- More than this by Patrick Ness “Just leave me alone. I’m not myself. I’m falling apart, and I don’t want you here.”- Charlie in Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes Tons of quotes and references from Arthur, httyd, and other media 62. seven characters you relate to?      Lance (vld), zuko (atla), okonkwo (things fall apart), nwoye (things fall apart), bokuto (haikyuu), sinclair (demian), hiccup (httyd) 63. five songs that would play in your club?      Wednesday Girl- Elijah Who, Aso, Peachy!, Kudasaibeats, slchld // Way Back Home- SHAUN, Conor Maynard, Sam Feldt // Let Me Down Slow (Acoustic)- New Hope Club // Crush Culture- Conan Gray // All Night Long- TAEYEON, LUCAS 64. favorite website from your childhood?      animal jam 65. any permanent scars?      I have a ton of scars on my legs and knees. I ran into a cart at staples once and have a big scar from that. I have a few scars on my elbows too 66. favorite flower(s)?      columbine (CO state flower) 67. good luck charms?      none 68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?      I have no idea 69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?      I don’t know 70. left or right handed?       right 71. least favorite pattern?      cheetah or zebra print 72. worst subject?      hmmm biology but only bc I don't put in the effort 73. favorite weird flavor combo?      I don't know. I like food 74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?      I don't think I've experienced enough pain to accurately answer this question. I've only taken ibuprofen once (when I got my wisdom teeth taken out), but I didn't think it was that necessary to take 75. when did you lose your first tooth?      probably when I was six 76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?      scalloped potatoes, hash browns, Spanish tortillas, potato salad, mashed potatoes 77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?      aloe vera 78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?      sushi from a grocery store 79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?      school ID 80. earth tones or jewel tones?      earth tones 81. fireflies or lightning bugs?      they're called fireflies 82. pc or console?      pc 83. writing or drawing?      writing 84. podcasts or talk radio?      podcasts 84. barbie or polly pocket?      no 85. fairy tales or mythology?      mythology 86. cookies or cupcakes?      cookies 87. your greatest fear?      Accidentally biting off my tongue and then choking on it, seeing things in mirrors, being stabbed with a knife as I enter a hotel elevator, receiving emails 88. your greatest wish?      Happiness??? I don’t know 89. who would you put before everyone else?      Snickers 90. luckiest mistake?      I don't know 91. boxes or bags?      boxes 92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?      sunlight 93. nicknames?      let's not talk abt that,,, 94. favorite season?      spring or summer 95. favorite app on your phone?      google play books, goodreads, tumblr, kakaotalk, spotify, google keep 96. desktop background?      it's a slideshow. the background at the moment is a photo of Manarola, Italy taken by Peter Hegedus. It's one of my favorite photographs of all time 97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?      three not including 911 (so four) 98. favorite historical era?     1300s in the Mongol empire or around when the spice trade was at its peak, 1800s in America during westward expansion, 1920s, ancient egypt, Harlem Renaissance 

#ask #queen-defender-on-ice

[chyteawrites]

Torn: Chapter 3

Story Summary: You start work as a make-up artist for The Umbrella Academy and meet two of the most handsome people you’ve ever worked with, both of them vying for your attention.

Chapter Summary: After your dinner with David, you know you still have lunch with Robert.

Chapter 3/?

Word Count: 1,868

Pairing: David Castañeda x Reader, Robert Sheehan x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: The end of this chapter took me by surprise and I wrote the thing. Like I said, once I figure out how in the hell to make a masterlist, I’ll make it. 

Tags: @superapplepie @diianawonka (tag list is always open!) 

I woke up earlier than Rachel and got ready, heading out to set early. I grabbed a coffee on my way and walked into the make-up trailer, finding a note on my station on a bright red Post-It.

Thank you for going to dinner with me last night. Join me for dinner tonight? I’m paying and that’s that ;) -David

I felt my heart flutter as I read the note, smiling as I slipped it into my pocket quickly as Justin walked in.

“Hello, beautiful! How is my wonderful make-up artist today?” He asked and hugged me with a smile.

“I’m alright.” I chuckled nervously and hugged him before he sat down.

“Just alright. Talk to me, beautiful.” He cooed and grabbed my hand.

“What I’m about to tell you. You can’t talk about it to anyone. Especially David and Robert. Promise?” I whispered with my pinky extended, my face serious.

“Promise.” He replied, his face just as serious as he curled his pinky around mine. He sat straight up as I worked on his make-up.

“Here’s the deal. Yesterday after I finished his make-up, David asked me to go to dinner. I accepted, of course. I’m not insane. Then not ten minutes later, after I finished his tattoos, Robert asks me to dinner too.” I started, the words spilling out as I blended out his foundation and concealer. “I had to explain that I couldn’t go to dinner with him, so we agreed to go to lunch today.” I finished and sighed.

“So you have feelings for both of them, but you’re caught between them?” He said, looking up at me.

“I had dinner with David last night and he was so sweet. Damn near everything I look for in a man. But there’s something about Robert. He has those eyes that draw you in and mesmerize the fuck out of you. But David’s eyes read my soul. I don’t know what to do, Justin.” I huffed and set his make-up. “I didn’t come here to fall for anyone. I just wanted a job.” I added.

“I know. All you can do is follow you heart. Get to know them both and see who lights your soul on fire.” Justin said with a sweet smile before standing up and giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thank you so much.” I murmured and watched him walk out. Just as he left, Robert walked in and his beautiful smile lit up the entire room.

“Hey, Robert.” I put on my best smile as he took off his jacket and sat down.

“Hello, love. I’m looking forward to lunch later.” He cooed as started working on his face.

“Me too. I’m already hungry just thinking about it.” I chuckled as I worked on his eyes.

“How was dinner with David?” He asked, sounding genuinely curious.

“It was nice, He’s so sweet.” I responded as I looked down at the tattoo art for Klaus, grabbing my Sharpies and holding one between my teeth.

“Do me a favor, Robert. Take your shirt off for me.” I muttered and patted his shoulder before propping up the art so I could follow it.

“Not even a drink first?” He chuckled, standing up and taking off his shirt. “Should I stand or sit for this?” He asked and looked at me in the mirror.

“Sit, please. You’re a little too tall for me to be able to do it properly with you standing.” I told him, my eyes focused on the art.

He sat down and I started working on the tiger tattoo on his right shoulder. I switched between an ultra-fine point and a fine point marker to make sure the lines were perfect. I set his tattoo and fanned it dry before grabbing a mirror and showing him in the big mirror.

“Holy shit. You are amazing.” He gawked and laughed.

“All part of my job.” I said and set the mirror down, handing him his shirt. I put some of the markers I had taken out back as he put his shirt back on, still holding the other.

“The ones on my hands held up pretty well.” Robert told me with a smile.

“I do need to see your wrist though.” I told him, flipping his hand over gently. I started the umbrella tattoo on his wrist, humming along to the music playing in the trailer.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Robert whispered as I finished and smiled at my work.

“Sorry, Robert.” I stammered.

“Don’t be, love. I figured it’s because you don’t have much to say.” He said with a sweet smile.

“I’m really not much of a talker unless you talk to me first. The struggles of being awkward.” I told him.

“I’m just weird.” He laughed and bit his lip.

“You? Weird? I would never have guessed it.” I joked and winked.

“Ow. You hurt me with your sarcasm.” He grabbed his chest playfully and looked up at me with a feigned look of offense.

“I’ll see you later?” I asked and patted his arm to let him know I was done.

“I’ll see you in a few hours.” He whispered and smirked with a wink. I watched him walk out, passing David on his way out. I watched David come in, a smile on his face as he laid eyes on me.

“Hey, David.” I greeted him, my eyes managing to stay on him instead of looking down like I would have yesterday.

“Hey, yourself.” He beamed that bright, sunshine filled smile at me as he sat down.

“How are you?” I asked and looked him over, determining whether or not I needed to redo his scar make-up.

“Better now that I’m with you.” He chuckled and winked.

“Mr. Castañeda, are you flirting with me?” I asked in shock as I started his make-up.

“What if I say ‘yes’?” He mused. “Kinda hard not to when you go and pronounce my last name right.” He added with a smirk.

“I’d tell you that you need to act professional.” I chuckled and winked back.

“Tease.” He laughed and bit his lip as he looked me over.

“Well, I’m all done with you for now. See you tonight at the diner?” I asked as he stood up.

“I’d like that a lot.” David smiled before walking away, giving me another wink.

I laughed as Rachel ran over after Ellen walked out, squealing as she watched David walked away. I talked to her more about dinner with David last night. I smirked as she reacted to him flirting with me.

“I’m telling you, he’s super into you. Yeah, Robert’s attractive, but David is definitely your type. Rachel told me, that mischievous glimmer in her eye.

“I know that look, Rach. Stay out of it unless I say otherwise.” I pointed at her, my voice commanding.

“Alright, alright. But just think about what I said.” She chuckled and walked away, talking to one of the other make-up artists.

Time passed and I kept up with work, smiling as I kept up with Justin’s make-up, trying to keep the shine on his forehead down. I kept sneaking glances at David, biting my lip as his pants moved with his legs.

Robert came over when he finished filming a scene, smiling and laughing with Rachel as I fixed David’s scar. I finished that and went over to touch up Ashley’s make-up for Rachel as she flirted with Robert. I rolled my eyes before walking over and tapping his shoulder.

“You ready to go?” I asked. He nodded and walked off, slipping into his big coat. He smiled and came back, grabbing my wrist and dragging me away from set.

“Jesus, it’s cold.” I muttered as I wrapped my jacket tighter around myself.

“You’re right. I don’t even think Ireland gets this cold.” Robert chuckled as he grabbed my hand and rubbed my hand to warm it up.

“I don’t even know how you stay warm in cold weather. You’re so slender and lanky.” I said as I looked up at him.

“Big coats and layers. I don’t have to worry about it a lot though since I live in L.A.” He replied, his eyes bright as he smiled at me.

“I bet while the rest of us are freezing our asses off in the winter, you guys in L.A. are cozy as hell.” I commented with a laugh as he led me over to a food truck.

“Well, you’re not wrong.” He smirked as we stepped in line. “Maybe after we finish filming, you can come visit me.” He added with a wink. He stepped up and ordered for himself before I ordered and paid for my food.

“So, I have to tell you something. I loved Jet Trash. I thought it was brilliant. You were fantastic.” I said as we sat down. “But can you please explain why in the hell it took place at Christmas?” I asked with a laugh.

“First of all, that is so sweet of you to say, love.” He genuinely smiled and patted my arm gently. “But to answer honestly, I have absolutely no fucking clue.” He laughed with me as we ate and talked.

“Do you have any siblings?” I asked, remembering everything David had asked me or I had asked him last night.

“Two older brothers. Brendan and Shaun.” He replied. “What about you?”

“An older brother and two younger sisters. Alex, Vanessa, and Katie.” I said after taking a bite.

We kept talking as we started heading back to set, finishing our lunch on the way. Robert told me about growing up in Ireland and acting, his accent slipping through as he said certain words. I told him about my career and how I got started. I noticed he didn’t take as much interest as David had the day before, silently making a mental note. We got back to set and Rachel pulled me aside to gossip about my lunch.

“He’s nice enough. His eyes still catch me off guard.” I told her with a small giggle.

“Buuuut?” She drew the word out to urge me on.

“There’s no ‘but’. He’s just being nice. Neither of them looks at me like that.” I huffed and took my jacket off. Right as I hung it up, David came in to the trailer and pulled me aside.

“Follow me.” He whispered and grabbed my hand, leading me out the door.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked as he led me behind one of the props trailers.

“There’s something I want you to do for me. I was going to wait, but I can’t anymore. Close your eyes for me?” He whispered, brushing stray locks of hair out of my face.

“Okay.” I said hesitantly as I closed my eyes. I felt his hand cup my cheek and my entire body filled with a fire I hadn’t felt in a long time. I could feel my breathing grow shallow as his breath mingled with mine.

“Relax.” David crooned, his voice smooth and sultry. I took a deep breath to calm myself. Just as I went to exhale, the softest lips I’d ever felt pressed to mine.

#chynna writes #torn #torn chapter 3 #david castenada #david castaneda x reader #david castaneda fanfiction #david castaneda fanfic #david castañeda fanfiction #david castañeda fanfic #david castañeda x reader #robert sheehan #robert sheehan x reader #robert sheehan fanfiction #robert sheehan fanfic #have some more of my shit writing

[antiquechampagne]

Beastly Kingdom - Chapter 2 - It’s a Date

Stepping through, Nate was surrounded by raiders. All of them watched him like jackals waiting to pounce. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled with an immediate sense of danger, the only thing holding them back from tearing him apart stood before him, climbing out of her massive power armor.

“Gage, take this back to Fizztop, will ya?”

Gage eyed the outsider suspiciously. “Are you sure boss?”

“Did I stutter?” She leaned in a bit closer to him. “Besides…you’re the only one I trust not to scratch the paint!” As she strode towards the exit, she glanced back at Nate. This was the first chance he really had to take a good look at the ghoul. She still had some of her blond hair left, but most has either been lost to ghoulification or shaved off. What was left lay in a long strip down the center of her head, The ends dyed blood red. She wore a bright red and white Nuka-World jumpsuit with “Maintenance” embroidered in black on the chest. “You coming? You might not want to stray too far… These guys tend to misbehave when someone isn’t watching them too closely.”

Emerging into a wide-open courtyard, a strange wave of nostalgia passed over Nate. He had always wanted to bring Shaun here someday, back before the war tore his carefully crafted future away. Even after all these centuries, the sight of the once grand of the theme park remained inspiring. Blinking lights, cartoonish colors and happy painted smiles were plastered everywhere, decaying and perverted by years of neglect and vandalism. Slaves scuttled back and forth, dressed in rags and wearing heavy metal collars, the explosives strapped to their necks were blinking dangerously.

A woman with a metal mask made of metal straps skipped up to the Nate’s side.

“He sure is a pretty one, isn’t he?” She pinched Nate’s cheek, a creepily affectionate gesture from a stranger. Her sweet thick southern accent a perplexing and seemingly out of place in this den of killers.

“Dixie, hun, can you go and make sure Cappy’s Corner is cleared out. I need a nice quiet place to talk to our guest.”

“Sure thing.” She swung an arm around Nate’s neck, causing him to defensively stiffen. Dixie leaned in close and half whispered into his ear. “The Boss must be sweet on you, getting the star treatment and all… don’t go raising no cane while I’m off. You won’t live long enough to regret it.” Through his vault suit, he felt the tip of sharp weapon press lightly against his ribs to drive her point home. She whistled cheerfully as she skipped off.

“She’s such a peach.” Liz smirked, her sinewy lips drawing dryly against each other.

“I’m sure…” Nate was less than enthralled with the woman. He watched the shuttered vendor stalls and defunct parlor games, catching movement here and there out of the corner of his eye.

Liz noticed his diverted attention. “Yeah, don’t think for a moment you aren’t being watched.”

“Is that why you haven’t taken away my other side arm?” He retorted.

Liz nodded. “And your pair of boot knives either. I’m more concerned about that shiny Pip-boy on your wrist. Luckily, I’ve set up an interference shield around the whole park. You aren’t calling for back-up any time soon, General.”

Nate tried to mask his surprise at this new information by being suitably impressed by her tactical forethought. He wasn’t expecting to be cut off so completely from any form of rescue. He started recalculating as they walked.

Just then, something foul wafted through the air, wrinkling Nate’s nose. It reminded Nate of the stink from the zoo during the hot hazy summer days of his youth. They walk passed a bright red arch, the plywood reinforced façade adorned with wildly colored animals spray-painted haphazardly. Several similarly bizarrely dressed raiders lounged out front, barking and baying at him. They sported eye-searing neon clothes, trussed up with helmets and amour crafted to resemble various animals. The whole effect reminded Nate of the animals found on a toddler’s birthday cake.

The Overboss inclined her head slightly towards Nate, quietly instructing him that too much direct eye contact would be seen as a challenge to a Pack member. Nate took the hint, and tried to look straight ahead until they reached the aforementioned Cappy’s Café.

Dixie stood outside, leisurely leaning against one of the red tiled columns holding up the crumbling entrance, drinking a Nuka-Cola Orange.

“Everyone’s skedaddled, Boss.”

“Make sure there are no one interrupts us, hun.” Liz instructed.

Dixie nodded as the continued to drain her soda. Liz held the door open for Nate to head inside. Sure as Dixie said, the small café-turned-bar was empty. Liz sat, straddling the only chair at her chosen table, forcing Nate to scramble to find one of his own. He returned to see her studying him coolly over a blue glowing bottle Nuka-Quantum. A plain Nuka-Cola was on the table opposite her.

Slowly she put the bottle down as he sat. “So… prove to me that you are really the Nate I knew from all those years ago, and not some clever fake.”

“Sit and deliver, eh?” Nate straightened his shoulders. “Your full name is Elizabeth Rosa. You lived across the street from Nora and I. Your husband died and left you alone with your son, Louis. I helped you figure out the tricky timing on that old cherry red Corvega convertible you were restoring with him.” He narrowed his eyes a bit. “Shame you killed Codsworth. I remember you really liking the lemonade he used to serve at the summer block parties.”

Liz sat back and huffed. “You shouldn’t get so attached to things. Lemons haven’t existed for centuries now. But here you are… playing army-men again. But it is you.” Her eternally bloodshot green eyes locked onto his. “How?”

Nate shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He hadn’t prepared for this kind of interrogation. “Surely you’ve heard of the kind of stuff Vault-Tek pulled, right?” Liz nodded. Vaut-Tek’s ‘scientific’ fuckery with their resident’s lives was well known. “Well, Vault 111 was no different… only we were treated to a deep freeze treatment. They kept us on ice, cryogenically frozen, like a freezer full of frozen TV-diners.”

“So, where is the rest of the old neighborhood popsicles?”

“Dead.” Nate said flatly. “There was a malfunction. I was the only one who ever walked out of there.” Nate steeled his mind as it raced across the painful memories of waking up from cryo-sleep. She didn’t need to know there had been one other person to make it to the outside world… that his infant son Shaun had been ripped from his dead wife’s arms by Institute agents as he watched helplessly trapped in a pod. Liz also didn’t need to know that Shaun had grown up to become the leader of the same morally corrupt organization, which he had taken down a year before.

Liz read the discomfort on his face and softened a bit at the thought of Nora and Shaun. She had known them, after all. “I’m sorry to hear that… for what it is worth. War doesn’t give two shits about family.” Liz hid a distant look by downing the rest of her soda. She thumped the empty bottle down on the table.

“Now… down to brass tacks, shall we?” She focused on the man before her. “What exactly are you proposing? Why exactly would I help the Minute Men, of all people, take on the Brotherhood of Steel?”

“Because they threaten Nuka-World the same way they threaten the rest of the Commonwealth. There is a ton of pre-war tech here, whispers of unique military robots and weapon systems. Some of the traders talk of the buildings here being powered by a functional power plant. News like that makes the rounds. From the little bit I have seen so far, it looks like there might even be more.” Nate leaned his elbows on the table. “And we all know how the Brotherhood feels about those they deem degenerates. They wouldn’t think twice about stomping out a nest of raiders scum and their zombie leader.”

Liz narrowed her eyes. She lowered her voice. “I wouldn’t say the z-word around here… it makes Dixie… extra stabby.” Nate had a feeling it wasn’t Dixie she was talking about.

Liz sat back. “We can handle ourselves just fine if they bring the fight to us. What makes you think we need you?”

Nate continued. “Two reasons. First, I think you underestimate the breadth of firepower the Brotherhood has. With the Institute destroyed, they are setting their sights on the rest of the Commonwealth. It’s not just zealots in power armor wielding Gatling lasers you’ll have to worry about. Remember those news leaks before the bombs, about the government developing a giant robot?”

Liz furrowed her pocked brow, digging through her buried memories. “The one that was supposed to be in the liberation of Anchorage? There wasn’t any evidence of it’s existence, I thought.”

“I infiltrated the Brotherhood for a while… they have it. Transported the thing in pieces from Washington. Nothing is going in the Commonwealth is going to be able to stop it once it is fully operational.”

The Overboss sat silently, looking unconvinced. Inoperable prewar abandoned robots were too farfetched of a problem for her to worry about.

“Secondly, you’ve tipped your hand trying to get a foothold in the Commonwealth. Threatening farms. Trying to set up outposts. My bet is you don’t have enough food to feed your growing ‘family’ here.” Nate sat back and crossed his arms. “How has that been going for you?”

That rankled her, Nate could tell from the way she ground her teeth. He was happy he remember her tell from when they used to play cards at the Able’s place, back when she had skin. He knew exactly how well her attempts as expansion were going… the Minutemen beating them back at every turn, defending the settlers they tried to put the squeeze on and caravan routes they tried to ambush.

“But… if we came to some kind of agreement. One where your raiders stays put, inside the bounds of Nuka-World, and help push the Brotherhood out of the Commonwealth.”

“That’s your pitch? We get nothing out of that deal. No dice.” She idly played with a bottle cap with her fingers.

“Let me finish. Help us with the Brotherhood, stay in Nuka-World… and I can make sure your little slice of paradise is supplied with plenty of food. Enough that you won’t ever need to stick your nose out of your rosy red gates.”

“And you think we are just going to sit here with our thumbs up our asses, eating your food and getting fat?”

“No, but I can open up avenues to you that you would never be able to access before… things like chem trade routes that can have you rolling in caps and, with the Gunners gutted, enough blood to keep the throngs happy. You already have a small trade system in place. With the right help you can build upon it!”

Liz laughed, her hoarse voice echoing off the empty café walls. “You gotta be fucking crazy, thinking you can get these guys to go legit.” She banged her fist on the table.

Nate coolly doubled down. “I’m not. You are. You are if you want this little experiment here to survive. I’ve learned a thing or two about keeping a growing population afloat… what you have here, all these people, this isn’t sustainable. You know it’s not. That’s why you have been trying to grow beyond your borders.”

An uncomfortable silence passed between them as they locked gazes across the table. A table that seemed excessively small at that moment.

The standoff broke as the door creaked open. The Overboss had to stop herself from rolling her eyes as she saw who it was.

“Fuck off, Gage. Didn’t you get the memo? I’m busy.” Liz growled, not taking her eyes off Nate.

“I know Boss. I just wanted to let you know Damion’s gang is back.” Liz turned her head to half-face him. “They bagged her.”

#beastly kingdom #fanfic #fan fic #fallout #nuka world #ghoul #sole survivor #nate #gage #overboss

[hancocksspouse]

Chapter 7

“So, who was the blonde this morning?” Fahrenheit asked, moving a piece across the chessboard without even looking. Hancock chuckled as he rubbed his chin, trying to think of a way to counter her.

“Just another ‘tourist’”, he said, moving a pawn slowly. “Same old, same old. Gave her the ‘tour’ and sent her off with her ‘souvenirs’”, he said. Fahrenheit let out a snort like laugh and made another move across the board, snatching up one of Hancock’s pawns. A small ‘dammit’ left his mouth.

“And your new friend? It’s been a couple of months now. Have you given her the ‘tour’ yet?”

Hancock quickly shook his head, contemplating his next move.

“Nah. I can’t do that to her. Sure, I’ve had some thoughts, but this one? No way”, he said. She raised a brow.

“Oh? Why? Does she bat for my team? If so, be my wingman here”, she smirked. He laughed a bit but shook his head.

“It’s not that. She just...I respect her too much, ya feel me? I mean I ain’t one to judge anyone’s fun but she ain’t somethin’ to just be a fling, ya know? She doesn’t deserve that”, he said, his mind recalling the image of her crying alone in front of the Rexford. “She deserves...Hell, I dunno. Nice shit. Like flowers and sweet nothings and a hand to hold her up when she’s down. Not just a ‘wham, bam, thank ya, ma’am’.”

The redhead’s eyebrows shot up a bit at his response as he finally moved another piece on the chessboard and for a second, Fahrenheit wasn’t too sure if she wanted to point out what he just said or go with it.

“Fair enough. And where is she?” She asked, deciding to gather more info before making an assumption.

“The Rexford. I was gonna offer for her to stay here for the night til the blonde bombshell stepped in. I was actually reconsidering having her over but Doll assured me it was all good and even wingmanned me so I went for it”, he responded. Fahrenheit nodded.

“Did you have fun, then?” She inquired, scooting a pawn over to draw out the game rather than win it. Hancock shrugged.

“Eh, while it lasted. Which wasn’t that long really but it was okay. She snored a lot, though so I just crashed out on the couch”, he said, eyes fixed on the board. Fahrenheit laughed.

“Heh, it was ‘okay’? Sounds like you weren’t even really into it.”

“Honestly, not that much. She was hot, but that was all there was to her. More vanilla than normal, but hey, I ain’t gonna say no if someone wants to throw themselves on top of or under me”, he chuckled, lighting up a cigarette as he set his hat beside him, running a hand over his head.

“I don’t know, Hancock. It almost sounds like you’re low key regretting it”, she said, slowly beginning to draw more out of him. “I’ve never heard you talk about a ‘tour’ like this before.”

-

She was right and he knew it. Any tours he had before he never complained about and would sometimes even give her the dirty details, but Hayleigh...

Well, he just wasn’t really feeling it. Last night, during, or this morning, actually.

There was no denying Hayleigh was a hottie with a slamming body (haaaaa rhymes), but he just couldn’t bring himself to be that into her (metaphorically, not physically). Normally, he would’ve been all for it and then some. Making flirty jokes, pinching and grabbing here and there, innuendos whispered into ears along the way.

But it wasn’t really like that on his end. Hayleigh grabbed and whispered and even left lipstick from the neck down on him (that he luckily was able to clean off before Fahrenheit saw him) and it worked for a little while but there was no real want behind it. Just physical reaction.

Maybe he was just getting older.

Maybe.

A loud rumble of thunder jerked him out of his thoughts and back to the chessboard in front of him.

“Ain’t sayin’ I regret it. Just sayin’ it wasn’t one of the better ones”, he shrugged, moving another piece.

-

His distracted demeanor gave Fahrenheit a clue as to what was going on in his head and she internally cackled. She was gonna enjoy this.

“Well, I mean if you weren’t really into getting the cookie, what would you rather have been doing?” She asked, countering his piece without ending the game.

“Honestly, I was pretty content just sitting with Doll at the bar. She’s been...I dunno...quiet lately. I’m kinda worried about her. It ain’t her normal quiet. Something’s buggin’ her but she doesn’t wanna tell me and I’m not gonna force her to. I just wanna help her out a bit, ya know?” He said, frowning. “I’ve seen those looks she gets before on my own face. I know what head space she’s in. I just don’t know how to approach it, ya know?”

Fahrenheit sighed and shook her head lightly.

This poor, clueless ghoul.

-

Doll had been awake since 4. She wanted to catch a few more hours of sleep since it was raining so hard outside, but she was too afraid of seeing her spouse doused in blood again.

The pouring rain outside had kicked off a migraine, keeping her shut in her motel room. Luckily, she had already paid for an extra night when she woke up and could feel it start up (and the alcohol from last night didn’t help at all).

She took a sip from her can of water and pulled her knees up to her chest, letting out a sigh. Doll had a million and one things she needed to do and she currently couldn’t do any of them without running the risk of vomiting everywhere or being blinded by light and sound and for the first time in over 200 years, she had to deal with it without Nate and that just made her feel worse.

The fact that Hancock wasn’t there to maybe distract her from the pain for a little while didn’t make her feel any better.

She ground her teeth slightly.

‘Way to go, jackass. Thinking about your dead spouse and then bringing up the man you’re crushing on. Real nice. Fucking dipshit’, she thought.

At least being in her motel room gave her an excuse to low key avoid him.

For a little while.

-

“Checkmate”, Fahrenheit said, smirking at Hancock.

“Ah, Hell. I thought I had ya this time”, he sighed, leaning back into the couch.

“So, you guys heading back out today?” She asked, lighting a cigarette. Hancock shook his head as he approached the window, leaning his arm on the frame.

“Doubt it. Doll can’t handle weather like this. Causes her migraines and I don’t think the slight radiation in the water makes it any better. She’s a vaultie so she’s still a bit sensitive to the rads”, he said, looking at the Rexford.

His response almost made Fahrenheit let out an ‘awwww’ at how cute it was he remembered all of this about her when sometimes, he couldn’t even find his own pants. It was evident he thought nothing of it, but from an outside looking in view, she found it to be precious and surprising all in one.

“I see. So, she’s gonna stay in the Rexford til you guys leave?” She asked, trying to see how much she could poke. He shrugged.

“Actually, I was gonna bring her over here so I could keep an eye on her til we headed back out. She’s tryin’ to prep her power armor so we can head into the glowing sea”, he said, turning from the window to Fahrenheit, who simply smirked up at him with a cocked eyebrow.

“What?” He said, lighting a cigarette.

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just kinda cute how you know all these little things about her and keep up with her schedule yet when you’re here, you can’t even find your left shoe without help”, she said. He rolled his eyes.

“I’m kinda supposed to. That’s what she’s got me travelin’ with her for. I got her back-“

“And she’s got yours”, she said, finishing his sentence. “I get that, believe me. I just didn’t think you’d take to babying someone like this.”

He chuckled at her pokes.

“Yea, yea, bite me. I ain’t ‘babying’ her or nothin’ like that. Just helpin’ her keep her head on her shoulders.”

“Yea, okay ‘Mama Hancock’. You gonna wrap her up in a blanket and carry her like a princess, too?” She laughed, baiting him. He cocked a brow.

“What? You think I won’t?”

“20 caps says you won’t”, she smirked.

“Oh, you’re so on”, he said, already heading out the door. “Might as well throw those caps on the fuckin’ table, Fahr.”

Hook.

Line.

Sinker.

He was gonna owe her caps one day, but for now, she tossed them onto the table and propped her feet up.

-

Doll tried desperately to at least put on her more armored clothes. She really did. But the pain in her head was just making every muscle in her body so tense, she wanted to crawl out of her skin. The only thing she was able to put on was her leather jacket and shirt and the leather immediately felt like the most uncomfortable material she’d ever let grace her skin before.

“Fucking bullshit”, she growled, her teeth clenched as she tore off the jacket and threw it across the room, followed by the bloodstained and torn up shirt.

‘I need to find Shaun. How the fuck am I supposed to find him if I can’t even handle light, sound, or wearing real fucking clothes?!’ She thought, her hands covering her face as she stood in the room clad in just her bra and a pair of cotton sleep pants she found back in Sanctuary, shoulders slumped.

For the longest time, she just stood frozen in place, so frustrated her mind simply went blank, only leaving her with the recurring throb of pain in her head and in that moment, she almost felt calm.

A gentle knock thumped at the door.

“Hey, Doll. It’s me. Can I come in?” It was Hancock. Doll didn’t even bother taking her hands from her face and simply sighed.

“Yea”, she croaked.

“Neat. Wanted to che-oh, damn. Sorry. Didn’t know you were changing”, he said, startled at seeing her half clothed. He shut the door and kept his back turned to her.

“I uhhh wanted to see how you were feelin’ since it’s rainin’ so hard outside and we were drinkin’ last night. Hangover?” He asked, keeping his voice a bit lower for her.

“Not really. It’s not alcohol nausea, it’s pain nausea”, she said, gently rubbing her eyes. “Give me a second to pull my head together and we can head out.” Hancock chuckled.

“Doll. Who do you think you’re foolin’?” He said, humor in his tone. “We’ve been travelin’ together for months now. I already know you ain’t gonna be able to get through the commonwealth like this. You look ready to hit the floor.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. Just standing right now was taking far too much effort, but she frowned.

“I can’t just not do anything because of some pain. I have to head out. I need to find Shaun and-“ but the sound of Hancock sighing stopped her and she could hear his footsteps approaching her before his frock found its way on her shoulders and he turned her around to face him.

“Before you work yourself up into a tizzy, lemme talk to ya for a minute. Don’t interrupt, just listen to me, alright?” He asked. Her brow furrowed but she nodded and pulled his jacket closed around herself.

“I know you’re doing this to find your boy. I know and I support you 100% all the way. I’ll stand by you and watch your back til you tell me to piss off or I’m finally taken down. But you gotta take somethin’ into account. There’s a big ass difference between us trudgin’ through the wastes on a normal day gettin’ shit done and you tryin’ to drag yourself through the dirt and havin’ to stop every hour to keep from passing out or puking from pain. You can’t do shit to help anyone, especially your boy, if you’re puttin’ yourself in harms way when you can’t even see two feet ahead of you and the bang from your own gun puts you on your knees. You’re just puttin’ yourself in a position to be killed and as long as I’m by your side, I ain’t gonna let you do stupid shit like that.”

His tone remained low but still stern and it kinda threw her off. He was normally the one taking a full hit of jet and holding it in his lungs while tearing through a group of raiders just to see if he could kill them all before letting it out. But here he was, trying to tell her as nicely as possible that she wasn’t any good to anyone, herself and Shaun included, if she were to put herself in harms way during a time that she quite obviously couldn’t handle it.

Getting self care tips from the man that did chems on a daily was kinda weird, really.

-

She was an intimidating figure when she wanted to be, despite being an entire head shorter than him. She normally had a brow cocked in a sassy ass manner and was prone to constantly rolling her eyes at the sound of bullshit.

This, however, was not one of those times.

She was not the sole survivor of vault 111 that was righting the wrongs of the commonwealth today.

She was an exhausted and pained mother that was pushing her body as far as she could to find her baby boy and at this point, Doll might as well have been running on autopilot.

She was a small woman in a big wasteland wrapped up in his jacket and baggy pants because for some reason, her shirt and jacket seemed to be haphazardly thrown in the corner of the room and he honestly wasn’t gonna question it. He simply shook his head.

“Taking a day to pull yourself together is what you need right now. I promise you we’re gonna find your boy. I swear it. But not today. Alright?”

-

Her eyes stayed fixed on the floor, but she nodded anyway. It killed her to admit when someone else was right but dammit. He was right. If she were to step outside those gates and a bullet caught her, she’d be at fault for going out, knowing she wasn’t in a condition to.

He gently pat her shoulder.

“It’s gonna be okay, Doll. Just take it one day at a time. Now, put a shirt on and gimme your bag”, he said, causing her to look at him with a questioning glance.

“Look, with you like this right now, it’d be better for both of us if you just let me look after you til we head out, so you’re staying with me”, he said, lighting his cigarette he pulled from his pocket. He jerked his head towards her stuff. “I’ll be in the hall when you’re ready.”

-

She nodded and he left the room, gently shutting the door behind him before strolling over to the banister overlooking the bottom floor and letting a cloud of smoke leave his lungs, rubbing a hand over his face.

She was topless.

He saw Doll topless.

Now, of course, he was a shameless flirt and knew it. Owned it even. But he was also a gentleman. He was polite and respectful when it called for it.

Didn’t mean he was blind, though.

-

So like. Leave me comments and stuff so i know what I’m doing. Please.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fanfiction #hancock #john hancock #sole survivor

[yukidragon]

Oh my goodness! I completely understand if you don’t immediately want to write more about Alice having Ian’s baby au, but the next time you would like to I would love to hear more about it! Your au’s and ideas are always so well crafted! I can’t get enough of your writing or Sunny Day Jack ideas!!! :)

Thank you so much for your sweet praise. It really means a lot for me to hear. I'm glad you enjoy my writing and headcanons!

I'm really glad this pretty dark AU has been entertaining for you and others despite some of the heavy topics in it. I appreciate that you want to hear more, but I think I'll want to take a bit of a break before I dig deep into it again given how heavy it is, especially since I just did a follow up of sorts discussing Ian's more problematic traits when it comes to his relationship with MC. It might be a good idea to focus on something a little lighter next as a palette cleanser, hahaha.

Though maybe I could think of a couple bright spots for that particular AU. Hmm...

Alice's family, at least those still living at the King house, do all chip in to help her take care of Lily. This is good since her health took a hard hit from the pregnancy and she would struggle otherwise. This allows her to have more time to rest and recover.

This also allows Jack more time to talk to Alice one on one despite the presence of a newborn demanding mommy's attention. Granted, a lot of time is spent just resting in the guestroom or outside in the garden when she's not taking care of the baby, but Jack does his best to keep Alice entertained while she's recovering, and he's the absolute best at being a cuddly teddy bear for her when she has to lie down.

The King house still has plenty of baby stuff in storage, so they're well prepared to help Alice out with the baby. It's more reason why mama Lycoris wants Alice to just move back home for good. Their house is big and she won't mind, nor will papa Zephyr.

Yup, papa King has a name now too. Guess this AU is oddly helping me with picking out names, huh?

Jack is really good with children, and whenever Lily starts crying, he just has a knack for getting her to calm down. It's almost like magic how he can just radiate calm emotions and help her understand that there's nothing to fear. Alice can't help but feel the same way about Jack really. He's just such a wonderful presence in her life after things have gotten so hard on her. He's been invaluable to help Alice take care of Lily and minimizing her stress.

Jack's empathy cheat and connection to both Alice and Lily really comes in handy at this point doesn't it?

While Alice is going to need more time than in Sunshine in Hell to even think about being in another romantic relationship, she does grow really close to Jack very quickly. Although... he's not the only guy crushing on her who wants to help out.

When Shaun comes back in town, he would have crashed with Alice for a while, but since she's a guest at her family's place, that's not doable. He does, however, get a nice bed and breakfast nearby until he finds a new place to settle down in, and he stops by as often as possible, much to Jack's annoyance. Alice is grateful for his visits and he never fails to make her laugh, which is also to Jack's annoyance.

Shaun even brings Moonpie over to visit Alice, and he mock fights with her over whose baby is cuter. Alice and Shaun eventually concede on a draw of a vote of one vs one... until Jack acts as tiebreaker and throws in his vote for Lily. That will probably be how Alice decides to try introducing Jack's existence to Shaun, though it's possible Alice will tell one or more of her family members about Jack before that. Coraline would just be thrilled to meet a ghost after all.

Needless to say, Shaun is both excited to meet Jack and a bit wary given Alice is in a vulnerable state. Still, she does insist Jack helped her, especially when Ian kept trying to see her, so that does give Jack some brownie points in Shaun's book.

Not that the feeling will necessarily be mutual from Jack. Shaun is yet another obstacle between Jack and his sunshine after all. Who knows though, maybe they'll bond over their mutual disdain for Ian and desire to protect Alice here too.

Huh. This got longer than I expected it to. I guess there are some more bright spots even in this dark AU than I thought. Then again I'm always a sucker for thoughts about my OTP being cuddly and sweet. I'll leave this post on that note with the image of Jack spooning Alice from behind while she nurses Lily, being this big protective teddy bear to his beloved sunshine and little sunspot.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

[ladye11e]

Deception pt 30

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side...

Tagging the lovely @geekgoddess813 @sweet-flash @ermergerd517 @i-wontgivein @imakemyownblog

If anyone else would like tagging, shoot me a dm 😁

Link to the full fic so far is Here.

Unfortunately there will be a slight delay in the next chapter, my family has just has some sad news, and my head is not in the game at the moment 😔 I promise to be back as soon as I can 💕

All morning you had been typing up the wretched notes, pacing yourself with the other girl so you didn't draw too much attention and, thanking the stars that you didn't have a desk job like this, as it felt like your brain was about to explode from boredom.

What made it even worse, is that any time Haytham needed something he always called on one of the other girls for whatever he wanted, not giving you the chance to plant the miniature camera so you could see what his password was for his computer. Sauntering over to the staff canteen area now you were on your lunch break, you glanced over at Shay; who looked just as irritated as you felt, and gave him a knowing look as you poured two weak looking cups of coffee.

"Please tell me you've done it. I can't stare at that screen anymore." He grumbled, leaning up against the counter and taking the mug you handed to him.

"Nope. You were right, I shouldn't have done what I did this morning. I think this was a big fat waste of time. Is Gist sure he can't get into his computer without the password?"

"He said he could, but not in the time we have. He's good, but not that good love, an there's no one he trusts enough to give it to."

Stirring your coffee grumpily and far more than was necessary, you spun around when Shay nudged you in the arm as someone was calling you by your undercover name, and you hadn't realised. Placing your cup down on the counter when you saw it was Haytham, you bit the inside of your cheek when you saw that he had the other two assistants with him, one on each arm.

"Ah, there you are. Kandi, we are going out for an extended lunch. Please take messages for all of my calls. Also, when you have finished your work, you can take some of theirs so that they do not fall behind while we are out?"

Reaaaaaally wishing you had your hidden blade when all three of them started laughing at you as they walked away, you held back a sarcastic retort when you actually realised that this was a good thing, as you now had the opportunity to get into his office.

"Yes sir, of course. Happy to help." You singsonged through gritted teeth.

"I'll keep an eye out, just in case he comes back, lass. Hurry up so we can get out of here."

Once the troupe had gone into the elevator, you nodded and briskly walked back to your desk, slipping the earbud in from out of your pocket and grabbing a file off the top of the stack, so if anyone did happen to catch you, you could make up an excuse as to why you were in Kenways office. Tilting the blinds down so no one could see you once you had snuck in and closed the door silently, you glanced around for somewhere suitable to place the camera, settling on the bookcase to the left of the desk. Sliding it behind some weird looking trinket and fiddling around until you were satisfied it was completely hidden, you turned around to get the hell out of there before anyone came back, but instead of going you stood rooted to the spot, staring at Haythams computer as the swirls of the screensaver bounced around. No harm in trying, right?

Dropping the file on the desk, you gingerly sat down and nudged the mouse to get rid of the screensaver, your eyes widening when the desktop flashed straight up before you, without needing a password. Knowing that Haytham was incredibly organised, you quickly brought up the menu and scoured through the list of programmes, stopping when something piqued your interest. Warehouse 25?! That was the one Achilles had bought at auction not that long ago, thanks to yours and Shaun's help. Making a mental note to come back to it as that wasn't what you were here for, you carried on scrolling until you got to 'Video files', opening it up and scowling when you saw Shay was dead on with his assumptions.

Six recordings in total, and you instantly recognised all of the thumbnail images from when you had worn the pin, apart from one. Opening up and adjusting the volume slightly when you could barely hear anything, you cocked your head when the video that was playing was recorded at an angle, guessing the insignia was laying on the dining table in Shays hotel room. Fiddling with the settings as Christopher's voice was distorted when he came into the room carrying a suit bag, you strained your ears when it was now more distinct, but still very quiet.

One tuxedo, with the amendments as ordered. I must say, I don't think I've ever seen you so enthusiastic about a mission before, any particular reason why?"

"Cheers mate, just dump it down there. Just happy that I'm gettin outta here, staring at the same four walls is drivin' me mad."

Gist walked over to the other side of the room, just barely in view as he put his hands on his hips and peered into Shays bedroom, and from what you could see, scratching his chin before turning back with a slightly devious smirk.

Shay, how long have we known each other? Eleven, twelve years?"

"Bout that, what ya gettin at?"

"Twelve years, and I've never known you to share your bed with someone overnight. Ever."

Even though the clip wasn't crystal clear, you could see Shays face getting redder as Christopher laughed at him, making Shay walk over and slam the door to his room shut before going out of sight, but close enough that you could still hear him.

"The lass was dead on her feet after getting all that info for us. I wasn't about to let her drive home in that state, so I let her stay. Clever girl that one."

"And you chose to let her stay in your bed over the couch?! My my..."

"It's just a bed."

"Just a... Since when?! Even the look on your face is telling me that there's more to it than you're letting on. There is, isn't there?! You, like her?"

Closing off the video when you could no longer hear anything apart from muffled mumbo jumbo, you sat there with a silly grin for a moment before deleting the evidence of you watching it out of the recent tab; but not getting rid of the recordings as you knew that Gist would sort that later, then going back to find the Warehouse folder that you had noticed earlier, with Shays voice ringing in your ear at the moment you clicked on it.

"Lass what are you doing in there?! Get out, Bill's on his way in!"

"Just a sec...shit! Okay, I'm on my way out."

Grabbing the file as you jumped up out of the chair and moved everything back to where it was, you had just made it to the door when it suddenly burst open, nearly crashing into a very aggravated looking William Johnson.

"Who are you? What are you doing in here? And where the devil is everybody?!"

"I, erm, I'm just one of the temps. Was picking up a file Mr Kenway left for me, he's gone out to lunch, with the other two..."

Flinching when he snatched the file off you and opened it up to check that you weren't stealing anything, he threw it back at you with a huff when he was satisfied that you hadn't and, grabbed a pad off of one of the empty desks, quickly writing something on it before chucking that at you too.

"That old dog. You must make sure he gets that when he comes back."

Nodding to his face, but glaring at him when he turned his back to you and stormed off, you took a quick glance at the note before dropping it down on your desk when you saw that it was just a list of what looked like random numbers. Dropping the file on top of it and slowly walking over to Shay; so you kept your distance from William until he went back into his office, you sighed heavily as you propped your elbows on the edge of his station, trying to avoid his disapproving gaze.

"Yeah I know, that was a little too close for comfort. But, I did manage to get on his computer, there wasn't a password at first."

"What do ya mean, at first? Does he have recordings then??"

Keeping quiet and leaning over slightly, so it looked like you were searching for something when several older businessmen came over to hand in their security badges, you figured that you would be better off at your own desk, and tell him what happened over the comms considering that you had been left all by yourself for the afternoon. Giving Shay a knowing look before heading off and grabbing the other girls stacks of work on your way, you slumped down in your chair and began mindlessly typing up the minutes, slowing down a fraction when you saw he was now alone again.

"Where was I..." You whispered, glancing about to double check that you were definitely alone. "Yes you were right, he does have videos. Of everything I did before the ball, plus one other."

"The other being of...?"

You glanced up over the top of your screen and flashed him a cheeky smile when you saw he was looking over, hiding behind it again quickly before anyone caught either of you staring.

"Of you and Christopher in your hotel room, just after he dropped off your tux. Didn't get a chance to see it all, but I got the gist of your conversation."

"Nothing you don't already know, love."

Biting your lip when he tried to be dismissive about it but even through the transmission you could hear his voice faltering slightly, you thought you had better leave it alone for now, as there were way more important things that needed discussing before anyone came back.

"Very true. Anyway, the password. His computer was unlocked, but there's a file on there, about a warehouse that Achilles bought at auction right from under Johnson's nose a while ago. But this was recent, made on Friday I think? I tried to open it, but that's when it popped up a password was required to get in it. Reckon Christopher could find out what it is?"

"Can only ask, I'll try and get ahold of him now, let him know the cameras in place too."

Two hours later, and Haytham finally came back from his 'lunch', after apparently drinking slightly more than he should have done during the day. Both the other women also now looked as useless as a wet paper bag, slumping over their desks and giggling amongst themselves, smelling like they'd been rolling about in a vineyard and looking like it too. Ripping off the page of your pad and holding it on top of the numerous other messages that he had missed while he was gone, you jumped up out of your seat, catching him just before he went into his office.

"Mr Kenway! Sir, your messages. And one from Mister Johnson that he insisted I give to you straight away."

Standing there dumbfounded as he stared at you for a moment as if to say Who the hell are you??, you raised your eyebrows when a glimmer of recognition washed over his face as he flipped through the messages, waving his hand to shoo you away when his brain finally caught up.

"Very well. Don't you have work to do?"

"No sir, it's all done. Theirs too."

"All of it?!"

You nodded as his eyes widened at the neatly stacked pile of printed papers on the edge of your desk; expecting some snide comment or witty retort, but he just hovered in the doorway for a moment, then frowning when he actually read the top note.

"Coffee. Cream, no sugar. Please." He mumbled before stumbling into his office.

"Are you trying to make me look bad?"

Turning to the redhead who was trying to sit upright and make herself look more sober as soon as Haytham was out of sight, you scoffed when she attempted to glare at you and waggled her finger, almost erupting in hysterics when you saw her friend was doing the same.

"Have you seen yourselves? Trust me, you don't need me to make you look bad, you're doing a p-retty good job of that all on your own."

"Excuse me?! How dare you!"

"E, just drop it. You don't want Kenway hearing you." The other girl babbled, sinking back into her chair when 'E' got up and stood in front of you, jabbing her finger in your chest.

"I won't! I've worked too long and too hard to be put up for that promotion, and I'll be damned if some tramp can just waltz in here and take that away from me."

Your eyes narrowed when she poked you again; knowing that you really should walk away from this pettiness, but you just stood there staring when you noticed she had sobered up quite quickly and was now squaring up to you.

"Don't. Poke me again." You hissed.

"Or what? You're going to run off to Haytham and tattle on me?"

Sighing when she did it once more, you quickly grabbed her finger before she could move it away and, twisted it back, compelling her to get down on her knees so that you didn't end up snapping it off. What happened next you weren't expecting, letting go of her and stumbling back when she spun around and swept her leg; so it collided with the back of yours, forcing you to grab hold of the desk to stay upright.

"Stop it!"

Glancing over at the other assistant and seeing she was now huddled up in her chair looking absolutely petrified, you pulled yourself straight and sniffed dismissively when E glared at you before backing down herself, sauntering back over to her desk.

Gist, hurry the hell up. You grumbled under your breath as you stomped over to make Haythams coffee before he came looking for you.

Slapping your head and grimacing with what Shay had just told you, you began scanning the room for all the vents and exits, as seeing them in person was much better than reading any schematic.

"He's definitely sure? There's no other way around it?"

"Aye lass. He's never seen a firewall like that before, no external source can get in. Told ya those tech blokes were good. The only way is to get the stuff from his computer directly."

Tapping your pen on your pad while you fashioned a quick plan in your head; as you knew you couldn't get back into Haythams office now the work day was nearly done, you were beginning to think that this was becoming more trouble than it was worth as a Mission Impossible style scenario popped into your mind.

"What an arse. I have an idea, but we need to go now, got to pick up a few things."

Grabbing your back and switching off your computer, you ignored the girl's bleatings of 'you can't leave five minutes early', and paced walked to the elevator, ripping off the damned choker as you went.

#assassin's creed #assassinscreed #modern au #fanfic #reader insert #shay cormac x reader #shay cormac #haytham kenway #sfw

[llantano]

Turning Leaves, 7. What We Need To Cling To

Dorian listened to the quiet house after David left. David had gone to find out what Viki was doing that gave her such an advantage in the polls. Dorian wasn't sure where the rest of her family was.

She tried to entertain herself with keeping busy for a while but there was nothing distracting enough to keep her attention. She was standing alone in the middle of the sitting room with a cup of warm coffee between her palms when she realized she had an opportunity to visit Shaun.

She abandoned the drink in the foyer as she changed into a buttoned jacket and grabbed her purse.

The hospital was cool and sterile and her shoes had soles that did not click against the hard floors. She did not want to draw attention to her visit. She smiled amicably to each nurse she passed in the hall as they nodded to her on their way to take care of whatever task was at hand.

She watched them to be sure they didn't look overwhelmed as she continued with hesitance to an open visitor area and read each room number on the sides of the doors. She had reached the door she was looking for when someone stepped out of it and turned to her.

"Dorian Lord?" the middle-aged African-American woman, who was wearing a homemade shawl, bit with a disapproving tone. Dorian could see the family resemblance she held with her children.

Dorian stepped toward her, swallowing as she offered an apologetic smile. "Mrs. Evans?"

Mrs. Evans sighed at her, frowning, with nothing to say. Dorian's jewelry seemed to catch her eye for a moment, but not in a good way.

Dorian extended her hand. "Shaun always told me such wonderful things. And we're so glad to have Dr. Evans on staff here in Llanview."

Mrs. Evans crossed her arms and kept her gaze fixed on the other woman, leaving Dorian standing in an awkward position with her hand outstretched.

In a brief instant, a taller man appeared out of the hospital room and reached forward from behind Mrs. Evans, grasping Dorian's hand. "Doctor Lord?" he asked in a pleasant voice.

"Mr. Evans?" she asked, nodding to him as she shook his hand, relieved to find someone pleasant and reasonable.

"Richard," he told her as he put each of his hands on his wife's shoulders. "I see you met my wife, Phylicia."

"Yes," Dorian confirmed to him, smiling and shifting her feet, uncomfortable. "I was just about to tell her what a wonderful family you have."

Mrs. Evans glared at her. "Did you come to offer your condolences, or to apologize?"

Dorian eyed her, confused by her attitude. She looked at Shaun's father and then back at his mother. "Actually," she answered in as sweet and humble a tone as she could muster, "I was hoping to speak to Shaun."

They all three turned and looked in the doorway at her comatose ex-employee.

"He's indisposed at the moment," Mrs. Evans bit.

Her husband started to speak – to offer some word to sway her – but Dorian interrupted.

"Mrs. Evans, I would really appreciate it if you would just let me have a minute with him. As a mother, I deeply identify with what you are going through right now, and I understand your feelings about all this," she insisted. "Shaun was always very good to me, and I was often unappreciative, but I am absolutely devastated that this happened to him – and that not only was he hurt in my home, but it was while he was trying to protect my family." She interlaced her fingers backwards, holding her palms to the middle of her chest as she gazed at Mrs. Evans, her eyes pleading for understanding.

"He was willing to risk his life for your family," Mrs. Evans informed her, "And you fired him from probably the best job he ever had." Her angry words revealed her pain. "He loved working with your family, and I always felt he was safe with you." She shook her head as she spoke, her words heated and emotional. "And even after you fired him, he was STILL willing to lay his life down for you all."

"I know," Dorian whispered to her in apology. "And I'd like to thank him for that," she said, her inflection sounding like a question, keeping check on her own emotions and measuring her breath.

Mr. Evans guided his wife toward the waiting area, nodding at Dorian.

Dorian watched them until they were seated and then turned back to Shaun, stepping into his room a little bit at a time, trying to wrap her mind around him as she crept to his bedside. She had seen hundreds of patients like this before – some she knew personally and some she didn't – but Shaun intruded on her emotional stamina. He looked so vulnerable and so quiet. His face, his body, and his features were clearly Shaun. His lack of strength and lack of passion were not.

She leaned over him to speak to him at a more intimate level. "Shaun?" she whispered. She offered him a quiet explanation. "Listen, I know I might be the last person you want to hear from right now, but I just wanted to tell you…."

She paused and looked around, locating a chair, which she pulled close to him and sat in, picking up his large hand and holding it in a soft embrace between both of hers as she spoke from her heart. "I just wanted to tell you how much … I appreciate you, and how much … I want you to wake up, Shaun." She turned and looked over her shoulder, toward his parents. "Wouldn't you like to see Starr and Hope again? I know they'd like to thank you."

She sighed and sat with him in thought for a moment before speaking again. "Listen, I know your brother blames himself for this situation you're in … and most people are blaming Mayor Lowell for everything that happened – and he should be blamed," Dorian nodded, frowning. "But I don't think any of this would ever have happened if I hadn't worked for that … " she sighed before snarling, "… low-down, wretched … S.O.B." She looked around again to assure herself that she was alone with Shaun.

She clutched Shaun's hand and looked at him with all her sympathy. "You see, he knew where to find Hope and Starr, and I'm the one who told him Cole was undercover. So no matter what anyone else comes in here and tells you…." She took a deep breath. "It's all on me." She placed his hand back on the bed and straightened and smoothed his covers.

"The part of the whole situation that is even more detestable is that you were working for …Todd… when you were shot," she told him as she worked. She stood in place and furrowed her brows as a pang pierced her chest. "I'm just so glad you were there, Shaun," she whispered to him, sitting back down and leaning on the edge of his bed as she touched his arm.

"You can not imagine how relieved I was when I heard you were going to be alright," she smiled through sadness, tearing up. "We were all so traumatized … I saw the blood in the foyer … you lost a lot of blood." She shook her head and sniffled, trying to get ahold of herself as she forced herself to keep smiling.

The tears in her eyes did not let up, though she continued to succeed in holding them back. "And then when I found out you were in a coma, oh, god, my heart just felt like lead. You of all people … you don't deserve this. Your family doesn't deserve this. … And frankly, Shaun," she smiled through the tears she was managing to keep in her eyes, "I miss you like crazy." Her smile was genuine. "It's true. La Boulaie isn't the same without you there."

Again, she sat in silence with him, thinking. She took a deep, refreshing breath, clearing the sadness in her eyes.

"On the day I fired you, you were the only person who stopped to notice how I was feeling. I mean, other people knew I was angry – but you knew I was hurting, and you dealt with me … delicately. As much as I would let you. I was terribly ungrateful that day. And the next morning, when I realized what had happened – what I'd done – I didn't feel like there was anything I could do to fix it." She rubbed her hair back from her left temple in thought. "And then when you ripped up the invitation to dinner, I knew I was in big trouble."

She patted his hand. "You're like me, bro. You've got a big heart, but if someone wrongs you, they better watch out, hm?"

She sighed. "Langston said something to me that day – I don't remember it very well but it was … she said you were our friend, I know." She smiled at his closed eyes. "Shaun, you were practically a part of our family. I guess what I'm saying is … I know I would take a bullet for those girls, but it is hard to imagine someone else doing it, even if that is their job." She pursed her lips before speaking again. "I got my wake-up call here, okay? So – lesson learned – you can wake up now."

She sighed at him, exasperated. "Okay, honestly," she admitted to him, looking around to make sure no one was listening. "I could really use that friend I fired that day. I don't want to ramble on about the details of my very complicated life right now but … I need you, bro. We all need you. Your job isn't finished, right?"

She looked over at one of his monitors, studying it for a moment, appreciating the irony that medical technology could seemingly measure the strength of a person's life force. "Listen to me. I've been where you are, and I know you can hear what is going on around you." She leaned forward in her assertion. "It might not be very clear or make a lot of sense in that place, but you have to cling to it – listen to it, and believe in it. You'll find what you need. Just keep fighting – you have to defend yourself this time. Got it?"

She stood and laid her hand on his cheek. "Do me a favor. When you come out of this – yes, when – consider coming back to La Boulaie. I promise you that I don't say that because of a guilty conscience. We all want you back." She moved her hand to his shoulder, taking a deep breath before she turned to go.

His mother was standing at the window, watching. Dorian nodded to her and made a hasty exit.

She wasn't ready to go home, so she ducked into the hospital chapel and sat as if waiting for something to happen – some divine inspiration. She looked around in the solemnity of the place, with its prayer candles flickering against the gold cross at the front of the room. This was where she had met the mysterious female Mel. In her most private thoughts, she almost wished to see the woman again now.

No Mel came, nor did any inspiration to pray. After several minutes, Dorian decided to head home. She needed to know what David had found out during his visit to Llanfair.

#One Life to Live #fanfic #OLTL #Election Storyline #A/U #Dorian Lord #Shaun Evans #Felicia Evans #Richard Evans #Evans family

[sachablack]

It’s been a month since I published a Writespiration. Slack I know. But what could I do, I had to finish my book! Anyway, it’s back now…

So, I’m a kid at heart. Ok, a teen. Whatevs. The reason I’m telling you, is cause I was at mumzy’s the other day and I found a super cool kaleidoscope. Obviously it was farrrr to dangerous for baby black to play with… *cough* so I kept it safe for him instead!

It resulted in some what I think are awesome photos (click in the post for a slide show) and the inspiration for today’s post.

Write about a Kaleidoscope – maybe its a kaleidoscopic fantasy world, or a memory, a maze or perhaps a toy. Let your mind wander and see where it takes you. Entries short this week – under 100 words, deadline 9th October. Post entries in the comments or use a pingback.

Image Source – Wiki, By Source, Fair use, here

Kaleidoscopes remind me of an awesome (albeit slightly scary at the time) movie from my youth – the Labyrinth

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  Now for your entries and last time, where we were condensing our stories into 3 sentences.

First in Ritu,

Aashi had her hands full, planning her dream Indian wedding. Until she caught him with his pants down, and not with her! Aashi grows up, and learns the real ways of the world and still gets her happy ending.

and she gave us a little background to her blurb too – personally, I can’t wait to read it.

This is a novel that has been a long time in the writing… Started over 15 years ago, and been written in stops and starts… It’s still nowhere near finished. I wish I could sit with no distractions for a few weeks and get back until it. It’s my little baby! A genre I like to call Chickpea Curry-Lit – Rom Com with an Indian flava!

Next in, Judy,

A mixed race couple come together with a world of differences between them. Domestic violence, duty, obligation, and culture try to separate them, but sex keeps them together. An unhappy marriage is finally over when his wife joins him from overseas – with their children!

Next in Reyna Favis from the introvert broadcasting network,

Fia is in a mutually abusive relationship with the dead. Can she overcome her necrophobia and serve the Psychopomp, guardian of the dead, to earn a normal life?

Next up, Geoffle who makes it short and sweet

Harry wants to get laid. For 320 pages, he fails. Then he doesn’t.

Next, Diana,

Conall and Treasa are at odds about the imprisoned dragons. Conall’s wounding and recovery at the Mirror brings a change of heart. Conall and Treasa fall in love and work together to free the dragons.

Sean Carlin, experienced screen writer and author teaches us about screen writing and loglines, his was only an example but I felt compelled to include his entire comment because of the interesting lesson from screenwriting. So his comment and example:

In screenwriting, we call this a logline, and it’s a crucial component of the outlining process: More than a mere sales tool, it is the conceptual nucleus of the story around which all the other particles organize. You can mix-and-match the details — set pieces, subplots, etc. — but the logline is sacrosanct. Ideally, it should convey the protagonist, the antagonist, the conflict, the setting, the genre, and the tone — all in a single sentence (two at the most). Here’s an example: On the Fourth of July, a resort-island sheriff finds himself in deep water — literally — when his beach is attacked by a great white shark that won’t go away. See that? Tells you everything you need to know.

Babz up next with a dark plot,

New school, new environment, new friends. but in the end, he ended up dead.

Next in is Shaun,

Kolast is a Blood Mage who has traveled home to save a dying king. He meets a talented young girl who requests his tutelage. Together they uncover and disrupt an insidious plan to kill the king and send the country, and potentially the world, into disarray.

Next up Jane,

Jon is bitter resentful and angry with life but mainly with his dad. Dragged into a barbaric parallel world where egocentric bitch fests just get you a slap round the head or dead, he learns that survival means cooperation. He finds a lot of things in the mistlands that help him become a man, and one that breaks his heart.

Next up Hugh, with his epic Bloggers Bash inspired tale, the Truth App

A group of unsuspecting bloggers become the victims of a terrifying new App which threatens to wipe out humanity from planet Earth. In a rush against time, the son of one of the bloggers does all he can to ensure the App is wiped from the face of the planet. However, somebody is out to stop him and they have a mysterious power helping them.

Icy shares with us her pitch sentence and her 3 sentence condensing:

My 3 sentences…

The Council of the City Above want to clear out the Underground City. Jyx and the necromancer general need to resurrect an ancient goddess to thwart the plans. The goddess removes the corruption from the Council and the Underground City is saved.

By contrast the start of a blurb…

To save his city, Jyx needs to unbreak the heart of a stone goddess. Can he defeat the Crown Prince and halt his schemes before his city is destroyed?

Next in Debby with this emotional corker, she’s just released the book, so go check her out.

After almost 50 years of emotional abuse, a daughter of a narcissist finally breaks the ties that binds and learns forgiveness in the process.

Sarah up next with a couple of versions for us:

This is the pitch for Give in to the Feeling “Chicago 1924. Arriving to America, Susie thought she found everything she never dared to dreamed of in China. But only when she meets Blood, she realises the exciting flapper life she’s been living, the speakeasies, the illegal booze and the daring dances are just a little, unimportant part of the true freedom she yearns for”

And this is one of the most successfull tweets for my novel “Chicago 1926 Her bones are ashes, mixed with the mortar of the house they built on her land. She remembers and they’ll regret it”

Next up, Ana,

Quiet, withdrawn Charlie finds a book in her library that transports her into the world of her birth, where magic abounds. Torn apart by incredibly powerful twin sisters, Argravia is slowly dying and Charlie sets out on a quest to restore balance to the world. She frees each nation-state in turn and eventually finds out the truth of her birth.

Last but by no means least, Marje, who has given us her three sentences and then elaborated too:

Amelina Scott doesn’t know it yet, but she is a magical Krystallos. That knowledge might just save her family from the cruel roller coaster ride which has bugged her family’s happiness, since The Curse of Time. A shadow hides, crystals twinkle, and gossamer wings threaten to bring Amelina full circle on the ride of her life.

I thought I’d elaborate upon this to make an initial blurb idea which would go very roughly something like this:

Sixteen year old Amelina  Scott lives in Cambridge with her prematurely aged father, cranky mother, a black cat called Shadow, and a self-harming mirror girl.

She doesn’t know it yet, but she is a magical Krystallos. That knowledge might just save her family from the cruel roller coaster ride which has bugged her family’s happiness, since The Curse of Time. A shadow of two halves hides – Ryder’s  mesmerising eyes and dark charisma draw her to him – but appearances can be deceptive. While crystals twinkle, and gossamer wings threaten, Amelina’s spirit is brought against her will to a tranquil meadow in Grantchester. Whilst there she is encouraged by her captor to paint a  bizarre puzzle of art, and all the while, a threat lingers groaning to turn youth into old age, and to turn neighbour against neighbour.

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Writespiration #95 Kaleidoscopes, Labyrinths, and Maze Worlds It's been a month since I published a Writespiration. Slack I know. But what could I do, I had to finish my book!