#ts scarred woman

[justanaspiringsomeone]

The ladies

Scarred woman

For some reason I was immediately inspired by Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer

Dunno why green hair

Probably to offset the red and white hair would make her too much like Mhin

My idea is she was going to be married/was married but

When she contracted the illness her lover left her to die essentially

Nothing could be done because she didn’t have the money for it

Which is when she heard of the seaspring

Ais helped her drink

Last thing she remembers was how sweet he was to her

Vere’s Handler

Kind of a bitch

Two faced, one moment sweet and the next nasty

a healer

a bit controlling

joined the senobium for the benefits

fascinated by monsters but doesn't see them as... autonomous beings

impatient

gave her pink hair because of the trope Rose-haired sweetie when she's kind of mean

could care less about the senobium as a whole really

Full body, down below:

#my art #touchstarved #touchstarved oc #touchstarved senobium handler #touchstarved scarred woman #ts scarred woman #ts senobium handler #more to come soon~ #this was pretty fun ngl! #don't ask why i thought Mitsuri i just did #touchstarved vn #touchstarved game #touchstarved fanart

[noforkingclue]

New brain rot-Mulan happenings because you know what I deserve it. *we* deserve it

Someone who works for the Peaky blinders-a damn good shot, maybe, or a damn good informant-someone proper, but not someone Tommy pays all too much attention too. He didn't seem to have gone to war, and frankly he might resent him a little for that.

But he knows him-knows of him, really-and he does good work. Tommy doesn't ask too many questions, and neither does he-just gets the man paid, and he seems loyal enough.

He seems young-Tommy's never seen him with scruff-but he doesn't act young, and frankly Tommy only fears the smallest amount of worry when he wonders how old the man is, if that's why he wasn't in France, dying too.

So when one day he needs some assistance as he travels to London, he selects him-never had an issue, and he wants the family at home, keeping an eye on things.

And it's a little strange, at first, just spending time with this man-this man that seems so guarded, but who is Tommy to judge-but he finds himself enjoying his company, oddly enough. Asks him why he's a Peaky blinder, one day, and can appreciate the answer of protecting family.

But it's when he comes back early to the hotel room, from a night out (not far, just to the hotel bar for a drink, he's no fool) that he finds himself frozen and it's like the whole world clicks into focus as he stared.

He's a she. She's been doing man's work-well enough she fooled his men, fooled him-but was loyal and didn't ask questions. A woman who took a fucking bullet for him, a scar or two more than once, who he sent to danger more than once, on his command-

She intrigued him. She intrigued him greatly.

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Title: Hidden Secrets

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In hindsight it was obvious.

The hotel door swung shut behind Tommy and he lit a cigarette. The click of the lighter was the only sound in the room and Tommy’s eyes never left you. You had just got a lot more interesting.

At first you were just another Peaky Blinder. You seemed younger than the rest, Tommy had never even seen you with facial hair or the same deep lines that marked the faces of most of the other men in his employ. Clearly you had never seen the horrors of war, your age had spared you from that fate and yet you willingly threw yourself into his world. You allowed your hands to be soaked in blood.

You were a good shot, reliable and loyal, all three things that were surprisingly hard to come by if you weren’t family. Once he finally talked to you (one late night in the Garrison with too much whiskey) he found you surprisingly pleasant to talk to. You still had your guard up, cautious about the drinks Tommy were giving you but you still let some information slip. How you were doing this for your family, how you needed to look after your parents now that your oldest brother had died in the war. Tommy noted the glint in your eye, the love and pride you held for your family. If your brother hadn’t died you never would’ve joined the Blinders and you never would’ve come into his life.

He never should’ve gotten so close to you. It wasn’t appropriate to be so close to someone… to someone… to someone like you but he couldn’t help it. He’d seen the slightly concerned looks that his brothers gave him and the not so subtle warnings the Polly dropped. It wasn’t anything like that he just liked you and knew that knew that he could rely on you. Which was why he picked you for this London job instead of Arthur or John. He needed them back home. He could rely on them to run the business and he could rely on you to do exactly what he told you to do.

Being so close to you was a lot harder than Tommy expected which was how he found himself in the hotel bar downing whiskeys. It certainly wasn’t to distract himself (definitely not) it was just a stressful time and a drink always helped. Still, he did have business tomorrow so he couldn’t spend all night drinking and eventually he’d have to go back up to you.

Tommy was expecting you to be in bed when he got back and clearly, from the look of horror and shock on your face you had expecting him to be back later. You grabbed your shirt and pulled in up against your bound chest. You took several steps back before stumbling back and falling to the ground. You swallowed thickly and opened and closed you mouth several times. Tommy smirked at you and walked over to you. He stood over you and your gazes locked. He reached down and paused when you flinched away. He gave you a brief smile before offering you his cigarette. You took it was shaking hands and he savoured the moment your fingers brushed against his.

“Well then,” he said, “this is an interesting development. Now what am I going to do with you?”

#fanfiction #peaky blinders #reader insert #request #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader

[reasonsmandy]

Love Me Again

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* you're reading part two of — Love Alone

✧.* collab — @dj-ts

✧.* summary — They say nothing heals like time, but what do we do when that time is not enough to deal with your wounds? What do we do when we are not talking about a wound but a mark, a scar that was shaped by passion, desire and love? You thought that time would make you forget him, but there are things that are impossible to erase. And Warren Rojas, for sure, was one of those.

✧.* warnings — Nothing too drastic, read on and find out. (I believe that anything I put here will be a spoiler)

✧.* word count — 8.5k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I was so excited for you guys to read this, I really hope you like it. Special thanks to @dj-ts who wrote this masterpiece with me, thank you so much 🫶🏾. And as always, good reading.

The hours passed slowly, you were almost being devoured by the anxiety that was growing in your chest, you watched the clock on the wall anxiously waiting and waiting in frustration. Your foot couldn't stop tapping against the floor, your hands were sweating and your heart was beating so fast it could leap out of your chest at any moment.

You couldn't wait any longer, and gathering all the courage that was left in you, you got up. Without further ado, you put everything you needed in your bag and decide to walk to Camila's house, if you held that secret any longer you could explode for sure.

The way there, despite not being so long, seemed to take forever. You felt a huge tightness in your chest that wouldn't go away for nothing, you were scared... Very scared. You weren't expecting any of this, everything was going as smoothly as planned, the band had released a song that had blown up all over the country, the label had taken them back and Warren looked happier than ever, you loved seeing him like this and you had no idea what this news would do... How it would be received or how you yourself would deal with it.

You take a deep breath staring at your best friend's door, hoping she would be there to help you. You knock on the door, staring at your feet trying to regulate your breathing, you can hear someone's footsteps approaching and soon the doorknob turns opening the door. As soon as you see the brunette the tears you refused to let out, invade your face.

"Y/N darling, what are you doing here so early?" Camila had her hair tied up in a bun, Julia was sleeping peacefully in a crib behind her, she still hadn't looked at you and when she did and saw tears in your eyes, her eyes widened. "Baby what's going on? Come in."

The woman sits you down on the couch in the living room, crouching down in front of you, waiting for you to calm down. She caresses your knees trying to comfort you, trying to understand what had happened.

"Y/N I don't mean to rush you, but you're scaring me." She whispers after a few minutes.

"I'm pregnant Cami." You say and she sighs, in fact it wasn't something she expected.

Camila leaving the floor sits beside you, hugging you tightly, you stayed like that for a long time until you calmed down. She breaks the hug, looking deep into your eyes. She was scared but she knew her feelings didn't compare to yours, there was something different between her situation with Billy and yours with Warren.

Deep down she knew that she and Billy would make it work, she had confidence in their love and in what they had been building for so many years. But between you and Warren everything seemed so uncertain, at least from Camila's point of view, your relationship seemed to be sustained on the sands of a beach prone to strangely unpredictable tides.

And with that in mind, Camila feared what this child could mean, and not only for them on this journey of being parents, but also how this child would deal with this constant instability in their lives.

"And what do you want to do?" She takes your hands, trying to reassure you. "I'm here to help you with any decision."

"I want to keep it." You couldn't stop crying, tears fell down your face involuntarily. "But I'm so scared of what he would think… We never talked about this before."

You feel a lump forming in your throat as you realize the magnitude of the situation. What if Warren doesn't want the baby? What if he leaves you? You had always been so sure of your feelings towards him, but now everything feels uncertain.

You take a deep breath and try to shake off the thoughts that have been haunting you for so long. The gaps in your relationship with Warren seem to be widening with each passing day. It's as if you're standing on the edge of a precipice, staring down at the dark unknown below, and you can't help but wonder if you're about to lose the love of your life.

Those memories of unrequited love come flooding back, reminding you of all the moments that still haunt you to this day. You remember the way he never said he loved you back, or the way he always pushed you away when things got too close. You can't help but wonder if he'll react the same way to this unexpected news, and the thought alone sends shivers down your spine.

You asked Camila for some time to think, you said that you would stay there in the backyard smoking alone and obviously your friend did not invade your space, making it clear that if you needed it, just call.

As you watched the sky, the tightness in your chest increased, you were in front of something so unknown that it scared you, nothing in your moment brought you a firmament, quite the contrary. But at the same time that the tide of insecure thoughts was taking over you, a breach of warm and crystalline waters showed you a little bit of hope.

You would hear Julia's laughter at one time or another, and when you took your eyes to them you could see the little girl laughing and playing with her mother's hair, your heart racing at the thought of your future child, what would it be like to be a mother? What would the face of your great love's creation look like? You thought of the way your baby's hair could be curled like his father's, the thought of having a child like him filled your heart with joy.

You were afraid, but fear was not enough to quell your longing for this baby, the longing you had for a family by Warren's side. You imagined the way he could be a great father, how he would teach the child to play the drums with the greatest pride in the world, how he would be proud of every achievement of the baby. You knew Warren, he was the most eccentric person you knew and you had no other image of him as a father.

After spending a few hours with Camila, you feel a sense of calm wash over you. She tells you about her own experiences with motherhood and how it has changed her life for the better. As you prepare to leave, you feel ready to face Warren and share the news with him, even though the little voice inside your head told you that something was going to change and not in a good way.

As you walk back home to Laurel Canyon, your mind races with excitement and anticipation. You can't wait to tell Warren and start planning your future together as a family. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach that showed your anxiety, but the more you ignored the more they flew and messed with your cognition.

Despite these doubts, you push them away, determined to believe that everything will work out. But little did you know that the night ahead would be one of the most challenging of your life, and that your hopes and dreams for the future would soon come crashing down.

And every time you visited the memories of that day you regretted not listening to that little voice.

…

One year later

Eddie Roundtree: After she left… Warren was different.

Karen Sirko: He was out of control, at least.

Camila Dunne: I still kept in touch with Y/N for sure! She was my best friend and it wasn't a stupid move by Warren that was going to keep me away from her. But if I'm honest with you he had become someone else when she was gone.

Interviewer: Did you tell him what she told you?

Camila Dunne: *sighs* She asked me not to, I was not in my place to say anything.

Warren Rojas: When she left I... I didn't know what to do, I thought that I would finally have my freedom and that now I could live without owing anyone anything. But her absence left me with more withdrawal than any addict.

Your absence was something nothing and no one could prepare Warren for, he didn't know that losing the woman who was always by his side was going to be so agonizing and torturous, he pretended not to miss you. He hid the frustration that built in his chest every day he woke up and didn't feel you next to him in bed, he tried to ignore the tears that formed every time he remembered the nights you spent hours talking so he could help you with your sleeping problems, he tried to fill the void that your absence left in his chest in all the simple moments of his day, but it was all in vain.

He had lost count of how many women he had been with trying to forget you, imagining that would be what would fill the infinite abyss in his chest. He imagined your lips in place of hers, your hands running through the curly strands of his hair, he imagined your hands providing him that pleasure, nothing compared to having you actually there. Nothing worked, he tried all kinds of things but everyday when he woke up the feeling was still there, like it was taking your place.

As Warren tried to move on from the pain of losing you, he found himself drawn to other women, hoping to fill the void that had been left in his heart. But with every date, every kiss, every attempt at starting something new, he couldn't help but feel like he was betraying the memory of the one person who truly understood him. The only person who made him feel that way, nothing else fit the void you left.

Even though you were no longer together, his heart still belonged to you, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake in letting you go.

It wasn't until you were gone that he realized how much he truly loved you, and now he was left with the regret of his actions and the painful realization that he may never find someone who could fill the void you left behind.

He was laying in bed, the soft sheets crumpled beneath him as he stared up at the ceiling, willing the tears to stop flowing down his face. But the memories of you were too vivid, too overwhelming. He could almost feel the warmth of your body next to his, the way your hand would intertwine with his in the darkness.

He could hear the sound of your laughter echoing in the room, as fresh and joyous as the first time he heard it, he could picture perfectly the way you whimpered under his touch every night when he was making you his, that room held all the most intimate and cherished moments between you two and although he knew that being there was like poke his wound he couldn't leave it behind the only thing that held you - or the memories of you at least - with him.

He remembered the way you would always eat breakfast in the morning together, the smell of the brewing beans filling the room and chasing away the last remnants of sleep. And now, as he lay there alone, he realized that he would never experience those moments again. The pain was like a knife twisting in his chest, sharp and unrelenting, and he needed it to stop. He needed to feel you again, holding you close to him again.

He didn't sleep that night, the cool air from the open window seeping into his bones as he tossed and turned. Despite trying to quiet his thoughts, he couldn't get rid of the image of what he missed so much: a life by your side. A few months after you left, he began to notice that none of the things he achieved or wanted to enjoy were as fun without you there. Little by little, when all the adrenaline from the drugs and shows passed, he felt that tightness in his chest again. And as the months went by, he realized that you were indeed the woman he loved, that he wanted to be close to, that he wanted to call his own and that he wanted to be... And he had let you go.

As soon as he noticed the morning taking over the sky, he got up. The hardwood floors creaked under his feet as he made his way to the kitchen, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon lingered in the air. Rojas didn't talk to anyone as he walked through the kitchen, his friends probably noticing the brooding look on his face. He didn't take long to grab the keys to his van and head to Billy and Camila's house. He couldn't do it anymore... He needed to have you back.

As he drove through the streets, he watched the city waking up, the stores opening, people leaving their homes to go to their jobs, families taking their children to school, seniors walking their pets. The world around him was alive and moving forward, but he felt stuck in the past, as if with your departure a pause had held him back in that moment where he was crying, sitting on your bed, staring at your empty closet. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything it touched, but to Rojas, the world was gray and lifeless without you by his side.

Warren knocked desperately on the door without stopping, he didn't think that maybe he could wake up Julia or Billy and Camila, he just urgently needed that address, he needed to know where you were.

"Jeez, I'm going!" He heard Camila's weak voice on the other side of the wooden object.

She opens the door with Julia in her lap, she frowns, wondering why the drummer is at her door so early.

"Warren?" She was interrupted by the drummer entering the house, and as soon as he passed she closed the door. "Is everything okay?"

"No Cami." He answers her in spanish, turning to her with tears in his eyes. "I don't know what to do���"

Camila leaves Júlia in the crib she had in the living room, inviting Warren to sit with her on the couch.

"What's going on?" She asks, concerned in her eyes.

"I need to see her, Cami." Warren looked exhausted, as if all of his energy had drained out of his body. "I can't fucking sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything without her! I can't stand being away from her anymore…"

"Warren…" She feels her heart ache, he looked really messed up. "You really fucked up."

"I know Cami, I know that I was a fucking asshole and you have no idea how much I regret it." He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"She's fine Warren, I don't want you to hurt her again." Camila says sincerely.

"Camila I don't know how to live without her." Warren had tears in his eyes. "Believe me I tried, but every time I tried to be with someone else... I don't know, it felt wrong, like I was cheating on her."

"And why did it take you so long to realize that?" Camila had a calm voice, as if trying to understand if what he said was true.

"Because I'm an idiot, I didn't realize how important she is to me until she left." He confesses, trying to organize the thoughts that have been plaguing him. "I miss her, every detail... The way she loved to talk me to sleep, the way I could tell her about anything she would make it sound interesting, the way she smiled every time I called her doll… I miss the way she would call my name while I-"

Camila stops him. "Okay okay, no need so many details."

"What I mean to say is that I'm empty without her, I can't keep going without her Cami." He played nervously with the rings on his hands.

"I can't Warren, I'm sorry." The brunette said, avoiding looking at him. "It is complicated…"

"I know it's complicated! I'm living this complicated moment since the love of my fucking life left me." Warren exploded in frustration. "Come on Cami, don't you love Billy?" Camila nods slowly, trying to understand what he means. "Then you know what I'm talking about, she's the air I breathe, and you're the only one who can help me."

"Look, she's not the same anymore… Do you understand that?" With every word she said, Warren grew more confused. "I mean that she isn't under the same circumstances as a year ago, she's not alone Warren. And you should know that entering her life again means risking a lot for her."

Warren feels his chest tighten, what he feared maybe was happening, you got over it and were happy without him. He loved seeing that beautiful smile on your face, but he knew he wasn't ready to not be the reason for that smile.

"You mean that…" He doesn't find the courage to say what he was thinking. "Look, I just need to talk to her, and for once be honest about everything. Please Cami."

"I swear to God Warren if you do anything to her, I'll fucking kill you!" She gives him the address. "Please, don't fuck this up"

…

20 minutes later

You struggled to keep your eyes open, your daughter hadn't let you sleep all night, she was a little sick and was demanding a lot from you. So, after spending a sleepless night next to her, you had just put the baby to sleep when a knock on the door filled the house with noise.

“Fuck, shut up, shut up, shut up,” you muttered to yourself hoping that your baby wouldn’t wake up because of the sound. Once you were down the stairs you said “Coming!” in hopes that whoever it was wouldn’t knock again.

Then you opened the door. Never expecting what your eyes would find, Warren was there looking as tired as you, but probably for different reasons. His hands were in his pockets and he was rocking back and forth nervously, you had imagined this moment many times before but experiencing it was a completely different thing.

For some reason you believed your eyes were deceiving you somehow, you stared at that face you've admired so many times before with curiosity and at the same time reluctance. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Warren?” you asked breathless.

He looked at you with his big puppy eyes, he was a little out of breath from the rush of it all, the nervousness of the whole situation, the rush of going to Camila's house to get here to see you without even processing the information taking over him, now that he finally stopped to breathe.

You hadn’t seen him in a year but he looked the same, the characteristic mustache on his face accentuated his beauty, the curls fell over his face in a relaxed way just as you remembered. He looked like the Warren you loved way back when, the man that made your heart beat faster, the love of your life.

“What are you doing here—” you started but were, characteristically, cut off by the ever impatient man standing in front of you.

“I love you,” he stated, his voice unwavering. His eyes were teary and hearing those words that you've waited so long for so many years was like finally breathing after a swim.

Your surprised look was evident, your racing heart was beating so hard that you felt it would jump out of your chest, the emotion was so strong that words would not come out. Should you believe him?

“Warren, I-” You start to say, your voice shaky evident. "I don't know if it's a great time for this conversation."

You try to ignore the tightness that grows in your chest, avoiding looking into his eyes as much as possible, you knew that if you looked a little longer at that paradise you would surrender. You tried to obey your instincts and close the door in his face, close any loophole that would leave an outlet for him to hurt you or hurt your daughter, but something inside you wouldn't allow it.

Warren slowly approaches you, noticing your hands gripping the door tightly, he brings his hand to yours, touching it gently as if he is gradually noticing how far he can go with you. Feeling his touch on you was like an electric shock, a surge of life in a dead body, it was like a guide to what you called and recognized as home.

Your eyes went to his hand over yours, the lump in your throat grew and the urge to cry came, why did everything have to be so intense with him? You wanted to let him in, that much was obvious, but there was so much at stake…you had gotten used to getting along without him.

"Warren, this is not a good time." You repeat, trying to sound more firm in your decision this time.

He smiles a little, averting his gaze downwards. “Y/N, listen to me, Please…"

Before you could say anything, the cry of your baby girl answered for you. She had woken from the commotion downstairs. The declarations of love, the tension… maybe she knew it was her father. Maybe she knew it was time.

You feel your entire body go cold, your legs weaken and your knees tremble threatening to give out. You close your eyes hoping that this is all a nightmare, obviously it wasn't your little one's fault, but it was surprising how she had chosen the worst moment to cry.

Warren glanced up the stairs where the cry came from and looked back at you in utter shock. People always thought him the airhead of the group but you knew just by looking at him that he caught on immediately what was going on. His face was pale, he seemed to be thinking a thousand things at the same time and he was actually thinking, trying to understand if he had heard correctly, but the continuation of the baby's cry leaves no room for any further doubt.

“Wh- Y/n… When Camila said you weren’t alone, I thought she meant… Well, I thought she meant you were dating someone or married or something, I didn’t think… You have a baby?” Warren thought out loud, it was hard to organize his jumbled thoughts.

You squint in frustration, sighing heavily, you feel trapped. “You have one too. We have one.. a baby, I mean” You responded, ripping off the bandaid once and for all.

For minutes his world changes, it was as if everything around him froze and your words constantly reverberated in his mind, a baby... He had a child. "It 's mine?” Warren asked, still choked with the information.

His eyes seemed to sparkle, and you can't help the smile that breaks out on your face, “She’s yours, yes."

He sighs, feeling and processing everything he had just heard, he had a daughter, and he had spent all this time away from her... His chest tightens at the thought of the lost moments, the consequences of his bad choices.

You observe his frustrated expression, trying to decipher what to do from then on, he already knew everything, nothing fairer than letting him meet his daughter, right? Your wounded heart had the tendency to protect your girl from him, not to let her suffer the same way you suffered through her father's attitudes, but she had to make that choice, not you for her.

“Would you like to meet her?” you ask, opening the door slightly.

“I don’t want to intrude, I mean obviously there’s a reason you didn’t tell me,” He whispered, still shocked by the revelation

“Warren, please. She’s your kid, of course you can meet her,” You answered, deliberately ignoring the fact that you didn’t tell him. You open the door wider and let him in. “Her room is just upstairs.”

Warren flashes a grateful smile, as if he knows he's being given a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Stepping on eggshells, he approaches you, entering the house.

You guide him up the stairs, he observes your cozy home, the frames with pictures of you with family members he knew very well, others with friends he had in common with you, others with some people that he didn't know. He stops on a step, looking at a picture of you pregnant, he feels his chest tighten and you just notice him stop out of nowhere, and turns around to understand what happened.

"You look stunning." He says, almost in a whisper.

You look fondly at the image, you never thought to have him looking at it one day. "She didn't want to be born at all, I was about to explode." You say with a laugh, remembering the circumstances in which the photo was taken.

Your belly was huge, you were wearing a flowery dress lying on a sofa, a doll on top of your belly and a genuine smile on your face.

You don't continue the story, you just keep going up the stairs, he accompanies you.

Warren shakily made his way towards you. He was shaking so he grabbed the railing of the stairs, his knuckles going white. You pretended not to notice. Or maybe you just didn’t notice, you had your own nerves to worry about.

Your nerves were a live-wire but you knew it was only an opportunity. You didn’t let him in on the pregnancy, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t get the choice of being a father to his child. That didn’t mean the baby should grow up without a father entirely. You were wary, of course you were wary, but you had to think for the both of you— rationally.

He had hurt you so much that night, the pain of a broken heart wasn't easy to deal with, and carrying his daughter was a constant reminder of the love that could work. But besides that, your girl had shown you that what you felt for Warren wasn't crazy, that from the beginning back in Pittsburgh things had a purpose because they would lead you here, where you would hold your little girl in your arms for the first time and feel complete.

Giving Warren access to something so protected by you was difficult, you were so afraid of what it would unleash. You stop at her bedroom door, gripping the doorknob with all the strength you have in you, before opening it, you turn to him.

"You know this is a once in a lifetime chance, don't you?" The fear in your eyes was evident, and he understood that. "Please Rojas, don't fuck this up."

He doesn't say anything, and you don't waste any more time, opening the door to the crying baby’s nursery. You didn’t even wait for him to walk in; you went straight to the kid and tried to calm her down. You wanted somewhere to put your arms so Warren couldn’t see you shaking. He wouldn’t have minded but you didn’t care.

You wouldn't let him see you vulnerable, not now.

You nap the little one on your lap and when she finally calms down you notice the man approaching you slowly, as if he didn't know how to deal with this situation. The little girl had her eyes closed, her curly black hair was disheveled, probably due to the nap she just had.

You kiss her forehead, still holding her close to your chest, reassuring the baby in your arms. You take your gaze to the man huddled in the room, indicating with your head for him to approach.

Rojas takes light steps towards you, watching the baby in your lap, feeling his heart racing in his chest. When he finally comes to you and looks at the baby's face he feels complete, she was sleeping peacefully the curls on her head were messy, black strands similar to her father's, her nose was identical to yours and Warren doesn't stop smiling when he notices such a detail, she was the perfect combination of the two of you, the result of what the universe always wanted for you.

“Holy shit,” Warren said, his voice shaky and eyes watery, “She’s so cute. Like little raviolis put together to make a little baby,” he chuckled.

You laughed at that and realized exactly how much you truly missed him. Your laughter fills his ears like a tune from a perfect symphony, he feels the butterflies in his stomach wake up and dance to the effect that someone special is nearby. He's been missing this so much, feeling complete with you by his side.

He takes his gaze to you, it was inevitable, your laughter brought him closer and closer to you. And seeing you laugh while rolling your eyes, he remembered what it was like to feel complete.

“Only you, Warren,” you said, wishing that you could have this with him all the time. You notice his eyes glazed over the baby, and after struggling a lot with the inner voice of wisdom within you, you question. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Is that ok?” he asked in response, his eyes never leaving the little girl.

“Of course it’s ok, silly, she’s your kid,” you reminded him. Carefully, you handed your baby over to her father and watched him melt at the feel of her in his arms. You felt like your knees might give out at the sight of your daughter with him like that— it was just such a tender moment.

“What’s her name?” he asked without looking away from her. You knew every detail of him, you knew he was trying hard not to cry.

The little girl finds the different contact strange, moving in her father's lap, she frowns and you smile with the expressions that this little being was capable of making.

“Liz,” you said. His eyes snapped up to you. "Actually, Elizabeth.” Watching him with her in his arms was an exciting and at the same time triggering scene, you had imagined this moment many times during pregnancy and after her birth, having your thoughts come alive was at least something.

For a while you remained in a soft silence, Warren didn't take his eyes off little Liz as if he memorized every detail of her. You waited for her to sleep, and when she finally did so, you led Rojas to the living room of your house, offering him something to eat.

You felt the silence consume you both, the questions, the anguish, the longing, the yearning all hovered between you as the water boiled for the coffee you made. Warren stared at your every move, your presence was something he wanted so badly he was afraid of doing something to lose it. But silence couldn't remain forever, he waits for you to sit on the couch next to him.

“Doll… Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned as a tear fell down his cheek.

You sigh, as many times as you thought about this conversation, having it was something else entirely... Everything you thought to say, all the ways you thought to act, slipped from your mind as you looked straight into his eyes.

“The day that I saw you kiss that other girl." You clarify, he nods, embarrassed by the matter. "That was the day I found out, earlier. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you after all I saw."

You thought that after a year it was going to be easier, but the knot that rises in your throat is proof that it wasn't.

Your hands were shaking and when he noticed that he wanted very much to take them in his, to show comfort, but your withdrawal indicated that it was better not.

"We had never talked about kids before, I didn’t know how you’d react. I had just seen the love of my life kissing another woman, I didn't have the courage to tell you. I also didn't want you to think this was my way of keeping you close."

"I would never think that…" he cuts you off, not offended but trying to explain himself somehow.

"But, can you blame me for thinking that Warren?" You laugh wryly, rolling your eyes slightly. "Through all the years we dated you never said you loved me." You shrug, he feels your chest tighten and you continue.

"Of course I didn’t want to do it on my own but I knew I could manage, and I have,” you replied, “I wanted to tell you, I did, but… I don't know, I needed my time.”

“Were you going to tell me?,” he asked, afraid of the answer.

"I was going to, I just didn't know when." You sigh, feeling the surroundings weigh.

There was a beat then— a tension that hung in the air with words both of you wanted to say but only one of you had the courage.

"I know I hurt you a lot." He started to say, your chest tightening as you realized he was going to bring up the subject. "But I would like to redeem myself, I would like to be part of this child's life... Your life."

"She is your daughter, you can certainly be part of her life." You assure him, this certainty brings him comfort, but when he notices that you were not included in that speech, he feels afraid. "I just hope you know that I'm her mother, and that's all, I'm your daughter's mom."

He felt his chest tighten, he knew this was possible, the chances of rejection were high and he was dealing with them now, but it hurt not to have you. It hurts to have failed you so much. He tries to ignore the tears that are reluctant to come out of his eyes, he takes a deep breath, trying not to let his frustrations out on you.

"I love you doll." He says, looking deep into your eyes, the words echo like magic inside you. "And I understand, but I want you to know that I want you as my girlfriend, my wife, my forever."

"Warren, please." Your words came out in a whisper, too many emotions for one day. "Would you mind leaving me alone now? You can come back tomorrow."

He already expected this reaction, and always aiming to respect your space he gets up.

"Of course." You guide him to the door, and before he leaves, he turns around. "I'll be back tomorrow, and I promise you that every day I'll show you that you made a great choice in giving me another chance."

"Have a great night Rojas." You say, closing the door, and as soon as you hear the click of it the tears in your eyes fall. You still loved him, and a lot.

As the door closed, you leaned against it, tears streaming down your face. The weight of the day's emotions crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you feeling both relieved and overwhelmed. Part of you wanted to believe Warren's words, to trust that he could change and be the man you had always hoped he would be. But another part of you, the part that had been hurt and betrayed, was hesitant to let him back into your life so easily.

You wiped away your tears, determined to stay strong for your daughter, Liz. She was the most important person in your life now, and you couldn't let your own feelings cloud your judgment. You took a deep breath and walked back into the house upstairs, where Liz was sleeping peacefully in her crib. Gazing at her tiny, innocent face, you knew that everything you did from this point on would be for her.

Over the next few days, Warren kept his promise. He showed up at your doorstep every morning with a bouquet of flowers, a gift for your daughter and a sincere apology. He understood that it would take time to earn back your trust, and he was willing to do whatever it took. Warren didn't just want to be a part of Liz's life; he wanted to be there for you too. He wanted to make things right, to have his family with you.

Slowly, you allowed Warren to become more involved. He spent time with Liz, learning how to change diapers, feed her, and soothe her when she cried. You watched as he held her, his eyes filled with love and tenderness. It warmed your heart to see them together, and you couldn't deny the bond that was forming between them. Watching him become a father was beautiful, he was always willing to learn more and do everything for his daughter, you slowly didn't remember how you had managed all of this without him.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, Warren proved himself to be a changed man. He showed up more often at your house, spending the morning with Liz while you got some work done, in the afternoon he helped to organize the house while you took care of the little one, offering to help with chores and cooking. He listened to your concerns and fears, providing a listening ear and words of comfort. Slowly but surely, he was showing himself to be the man you had always wanted him to be.

You never stopped loving him, not even when he broke your heart, the way love works is ironic and funny, you didn't understand and probably never would. From the first time you saw him, you knew your heart was his, and despite your fears about letting him into your life again, it didn't undo the love you had for him. It only made you more cautious, you avoided too much intimacy, you avoided any kind of excessive physical contact, very intimate conversations, you tried to keep him just as the father of your daughter, and that's all.

Warren was your addiction, a potent drug coursing through your veins. Since the age of sixteen, he became your illicit substance, an intoxicating elixir that both exhilarated and devastated you.

Like a drug, he captivated your senses, igniting a fiery craving deep within your soul. His presence was a double-edged sword, a tumultuous blend of euphoria and despair. Just a glimpse of his smile sent waves of ecstasy through you, leaving you craving more, yearning for the high only he could provide.

But with every high came the inevitable crash. The pain of betrayal cut through your heart like a searing withdrawal, leaving you trembling and broken. Yet, even in your shattered state, you couldn't resist the allure of his presence. Like a desperate addict, you found solace in the numbness he brought, an escape from the reality you desperately wished to forget.

You knew you had to protect yourself, to guard your heart from the dangerous allure of his touch. You constructed walls, built barriers around your emotions, and numbed yourself to his effect. Yet, the more you tried to resist, the more his influence seeped into your veins, overpowering your defenses.

His constant presence became a merciless temptation, testing your resolve with every passing day. The longing within you grew stronger, pulling you back into the abyss of emotions you fought so hard to suppress. It was a dangerous dance, a relentless struggle between the desire to indulge and the need to break free.

Just as a drug addict battles against the chains of addiction, you battled against your own yearning for Warren. You knew the pull he had on you was both your downfall and your weakness. And yet, despite the turmoil he caused, you couldn't deny the undeniable truth: you were still madly, deeply in love with him.

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Liz had already slept for a few hours, the clock said two in the morning and you and Warren shared a grapevine in the living room while talking about anything. Matters go, matters come and soon you're talking about your old relationship and the day he showed up at your door after a year.

"What did you come to do here, huh?" You question, your words scrambled by alcohol.

"Didn't I make it clear that day, doll?" He asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"You said you loved me." You said laughing, and killing the rest of the liquid in your glass. "Don't ever call me a doll again!" You exclaim awkwardly, now that you've processed the sentence he's just said.

He looks down, lying down better in the armchair in front of you, how the fuck could he be so handsome?

"You used to like the nickname." He says, shrugging, instantly regretting it when he sees your withering gaze on him. "I'm sorry, is that... I got used to it, but if it bothers you."

You interrupt him, your senses being stunned by the liquor. "It bothers me precisely because of that, because I fucking love it."

Rojas feels his body surrender, he wanted you so much. "Y/N listen…"

Still under the influence of the drink, or so you prefer to believe, you interrupted him again. “One thing has been on my mind since the day you knocked on that fucking door." You say pointing to the wooden object. The drummer watches you closely “Warren, you came here to tell me you loved me. I need to know that you mean it—”

Warren gets up from where he was sitting, he approaches you, kneeling in front of you to show himself more intimate with you in some way. “I do, of course I do!”

"You know Rojas, I've loved you since I was sixteen years old." You sigh, trying to hold back the tears in your eyes. "When I met you, I knew that I had no escape... My heart was already yours, and I never demanded that you love me the same way, I think I was always very innocent dreaming of the day that you'd finally tell me those words…"

He watched you intently, feeling his heart sink, he let you continue, so you do.

"I never expected you to love me the way I love you." Hearing the words in the present tense he held himself back from smiling, you still loved him. "I just think I hoped you had at least enough affection for me to respect me."

He knew you were talking about that night, he condemned himself so much for his wrong, childish and extremely rash actions. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I know you've been a wonderful father to her over the last few months, and I know you love her." You settle down on the couch, staring into his eyes after so long, he feels exposed, vulnerable.

"But I've waited a long time to hear this." You say, looking down at your lap you see a drop of water fall and only then do you realize you've been crying. "If you love me, I need you to know how important these words are to me."

He observed you intently, his love for you palpable in his gaze. He had experienced the emptiness that came with your absence, realizing that living without you was an impossible feat. With a tender gesture, he gently brushed away the tears cascading down your cheeks. Helplessly, you found yourself surrendering to his touch, feeling an innate sense of belonging. Perhaps, deep down, that's where you truly belonged.

His eyes, like an infinite abyss, held a captivating allure that enticed you to delve into uncharted territory. Within that unknown realm lay your destiny, your purpose, your frustrations, and your deepest desires. He embodied your destiny, your missing piece, your soul mate. No matter how much you resisted, you always found yourself returning to this very place—where your hands intertwined, where each embrace felt like coming home.

In his eyes, you saw the reflection of a shared journey, a connection that defied logic and surpassed all obstacles. The bond between you two was unbreakable, as if it had been woven into the fabric of the universe itself. With every passing moment, the undeniable truth emerged: you were meant to be together, entwined in a love that transcended time and space.

"I have never loved and will never love anyone the way I love you." Warren slowly approaches you, as if testing limits. "I love you Y/N, and I'm so sorry it took me so long to acknowledge and say that."

His words wash over you like a tsunami, it's not like it made things any easier or took you back to the beginning but it was a relief, feeling like you weren't the only one feeling all of this. He leans closer, holding your face gently, feeling his touch again was relieving.

“Doll, when I came here to tell you I love you. I meant that." You knew this man like the back of your hand, you knew he was telling you the truth. "And Elizabeth is just an extension of both of us, so I love her by default. That sounds oversimplified, I know that," He was nervous, you could feel his cold hands against your cheeks. "My point is: you’re my family. Both of you. I’m ready for this, I promise,” He pleaded. He needed you to understand, and you did. You understood completely.

You smile, unable to contain it, you roll your eyes. "I'm really drunk right now, I'll probably forget about it all tomorrow, so you have a chance to change your mind huh."

Warren rolls his eyes this time, he sits down on the couch, holding your hands this time. "I won't change my mind, I know what I want, I've always wanted you. It 's you, my love."

You take a deep breath, it's all the drink's fault, you repeat a hundred times in your mind.

"I love you Warren Rojas." You confess, he smiles, a sincere smile that conveys relief and pure joy.

"Can I kiss you? Please…" His voice was barely a whisper, he yearned for you, and you for him.

You sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He looks at you with longing, curiosity, and need. "You must."

As the weight of your confessions hung in the air, a charged energy enveloped the room. Time seemed to slow down, the world fading into the background as you locked eyes with Warren, your hearts beating in sync.

With a mutual understanding, you eased yourself onto his lap, your bodies aligning as if they were always meant to fit together. Your arms encircled his neck, pulling him closer, while his hands found their place, resting gently on your waist.

In that moment, everything around you ceased to exist. The soft glow of the room seemed to intensify, illuminating the space between you. Anticipation crackled in the air, the weight of unspoken desires making the atmosphere electric.

As your faces drew closer, the warmth of his breath mingled with yours, a tantalizing prelude to the intimacy that awaited. His gaze bore into your soul, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing, curiosity, and an overwhelming need that mirrored your own.

Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the inevitability of the moment, allowing your lips to meet in a delicate collision. It started with a tender brush, a hesitant exploration, testing the waters of this newfound yet known connection. But the sparks ignited, and the kiss deepened, fuelled by a shared hunger and the unspoken promises of a love rekindled.

His lips moved against yours with a fervor that mirrored the intensity of your emotions. It was a dance of passion and tenderness, a symphony of rediscovery and forgiveness. Each touch, each caress, conveyed a multitude of emotions that words could never capture.

Time lost all meaning as the kiss deepened, the world outside fading away. In that singular moment, it was just the two of you, locked in a timeless embrace. The weight of past mistakes dissolved, replaced by the sheer bliss of being in each other's arms once again.

You are interrupted by your little girl crying in the room upstairs, you break away staring at each other for a moment, you can't hold back and start laughing at the situation, hiding your face in his neck. He holds you tenderly, not wanting to let you go.

"Alright tiger, go get your kid." You say patting his shoulder, getting off his lap.

Warren goes upstairs to his daughter's room, he finds the little girl crying propped up in her crib.

"Hello there kitten." He whispers, the little one seems to calm down with the figure of her father, opening her chubby arms towards him. "Wanna get downstairs to mommy?"

The baby hides her face in the crook of her father's neck, which makes him smile as he remembers her mother's act a few seconds ago. He goes with her to the breastfeeding chair with the little one in his lap, and stays there making her sleep.

You notice the man's delay, and decide to go after him, going up the stairs slowly so as not to make too much noise and wake up Liz, who had probably already gone back to sleep. You arrive at the foot of her bedroom door, finding Warren asleep with the little one in his lap, her head resting on her father's chest, he hugged her gently like a treasure.

Your heart melts through the scene, these two were your everything, you never thought you would love someone as much as you loved them. You enter the room, taking the little one in your arm gently, she makes a face threatening to wake up but you calm her down before that, you put her in her crib then turn to Warren.

"Hey pretty boy." You call him out, gently stroking his knee. "Come on, let's go to bed and sleep."

He yawns, opening his eyes slowly, he is startled to not feel Liz in his lap, but you reassure him by pointing to the crib.

You leave the room, letting the door ajar after you leave. You start to head towards your room, but stop when you notice Warren going down the stairs.

"Where are you going?" You question yawning, leaning your body on the stair railing.

"To the couch." He clarifies, You roll your eyes, taking him by the hand and leading him to your room.

"You will sleep in our bed." He smiles and kisses you tenderly, you lie on the bed and talk until you fall asleep.

You took a chance on him then, just as you did when you moved to California. And you never looked back.

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Hi, I hope you enjoyed it... Just so you guys know my requests are temporarily closed, so I can work on what you guys already asked me and also write the Warren's mini series I'm working on :) xoxo

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[doppopoppo]

Imagine King Canute with a short but strong s/o.

How would he react when she gets home hurt (just a scratch)? Would he stop her from going out to the battlefield? Or would he just keep a close eye on her?

Feel free to expand this, I would absolutely LOVE to see what you can come up with :)

Fluff please ❤️🥺

Different kind of Intimacy

TS!Canute x F!Reader

Warnings: none

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- King Canute paid no heed to all those comments. "OH the Queens supposed to be in the castle." He knows his wife is capable of taking care of herself. It's one of the few reasons he allows her to partake in battles with him. His concern is simply out of pure love for her when it comes to letting her fight, not because she's a woman on the battlefied.

- In knowing this, his wife hides the small scratch she got from the battle the other day. Nothing too serious, a minor cut on the arm from an arrow. She miscalculated its projectory and didn't step away in time. It's a wonder how someone found her on the battlefield. She's pretty small, thus making her harder to find.

- However, if anyone knows Canute, they'd know his crown would pop off his head if he knew his wife got hurt.

- So here we are in the king and queens bed chamber. King Canute sat quietly as he properly patched up his wife's scratch since she failed to do so. Others would be terrified by his silence, but his wife knew it was his way of consoling her. Telling her it's alright. He refused to let anyone else but him tend to her, unless it was out of his medical expertise.

- There's a sense of intimacy in the moment that neither of them felt before. The comfort and domestic feeling swirling in Canutes stomach. Something he's always desired and he's experiencing it with his Queen.

- Once he was done patching up the wound, he sealed it with a kiss.

You were hesitant but you finally asked him, "Am I still allowed to go into battles with you?" You clutched your dress in anxiously.

Your question caused Canute to gasp, "you don't need my permission, my love. Its your decision. Besides, if I had to pick I'd have you stay home, where it's safer. See the injury you got out there?" The worry was laced thickly into his voice.

"It's just a scratch." You rolled your eyes at your dramatic husband. "Still a wound on my couragous woman." He emphasized. "But if you find thrill in the battlefield, by my side, then continue fighting next to me." He kissed your forehead. "I love fighting with you." You softly scratched his beard, just the way he likes it.

"Though just know I'll tighten your surrounding defenses and I'll be keeping my eyes on you. More than I do that is." Canute smiled warmly at you. "That's fine. As long as I get to fight next to my King." You smiled back.

"Now," Canute started, "how did they even see you to throw an arrow at you? You're so short."

"Hey!" You smacked his arm.

Canute chuckled and gave you a kiss. "I dont want to lose you." He whispered against your soft lips, afraid you'll disappear in the battlefield. Just like his loved ones from when he was younger.

You remind him you're not going anywhere. Especially with the world's strongest man protecting you. Canute blushed and hid his face in your neck to hide his red face.

- The Queen was worried the scratch might leave a scar. Canute reminded he he'd love her regardless. If anything, the scar would make her even more beautiful in his eyes5t!

- King Canute prays his Queen never gets hurt again. But if she does, he promises his medical services will always be available for her.

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Sorry for the slow update! Thank you for requesting this, I enjoyed writing it 😊 also, I wanna scratch his lil beard so badly 😫

#anime x reader #prince canute x reader #vinland saga #vinland saga scenario #canute x reader #vinland saga x reader #prince canute #canute

[butchermybigheart]

TS Eras Tour Mash-Ups Braindump

You All Over Me x Clean — no amount of freedom gets you clean, i've still got you all over me → like a wine-stained dress i can't wear anymore

Maroon x Clean — the burgundy on my t-shirt like the wine you splashed into me → you're still all over me like a wine-stained dress i can't → hung my head as i lost the war and the sky turned black like a perfect storm → that's a real fucking legacy to leave

The Moment I Knew x Lover — we could leave the Christmas lights up till January, this is our place we make the rules → Christmas lights glisten / i've got my eye on the door, just waiting for you to walk in

The Moment I Knew x Hits Different — what do you say, when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know → i trace the evidence make it make some sense why the wound is still bleedin' → standing there in my party dress in red lipstick with no one to impress → don't need another metaphor it's simple enough

Hits Different x mad woman — is that your key in the door? is it okay it is you? or have they come to take me away? → there's nothing like a mad woman (what a shame she went mad) no one likes a mad woman (you made her like that)

Death By A Thousand Cuts x Paper Rings — paper cut stings from our paper thin plans → i'd marry you with paper rings

Death By A Thousand Cuts x exile — you said it was a great love, one for the ages → i think i've seen this film before, and i didn't like the ending → but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages? → i think i've seen this film before, so i'm leavin' out the side door

closure x Death By A Thousand Cuts — don't treat me like some situation that needs to be handled, i'm fine with my spite and my tears and my beers and my candles → my time, my wine, my spirit, my trust / trying to find a part of me you didn't take up / gave you too much but it wasn't enough

Cornelia Street x Death By A Thousand Cuts — we were a fresh page on the desk, filling in the blanks as we go / as if the street lights pointed in an arrowhead leading us home → i take the long way home, i ask the traffic lights if it'll be all right / they say, "i. don't. know."

happiness x Cornelia Street — when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk? → i don't wanna lose you, hope it never ends → when did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt? → i'd never walk cornelia street again

happiness x mad woman — i hope she'll be a beautiful fool, who takes my spot next to you / no, i didn't mean that, sorry, i can't see facts through all of my fury → every time you call me crazy, i get more crazy, what about that? and when you say i seem angry, i get more angry

Haunted x Cold As You — oh, i'm holding my breath, won't lose you again, something's made your eyes go cold // i've never been anywhere cold as you / you never did give a damn thing, honey, but i cried, cried for you / and i know you wouldn't have told nobody if i died, died for you → something keeps me holding on to nothing

Say Don't Go x Sad Beautiful Tragic — i'm standin' on the sidewalk alone, i wait for you to drive by / i'm tryna see the cards that you won't show / i'm about to fold unless you → kiss me, try to fix it / could you just try to listen?

hoax x False God — your faithless love's the only hoax i believe in → but we might just get away with it, religion's in your lips, even if it's a false god (we'd still worship)

hoax x the lakes — i want auroras & sad prose → don't want no other shade of blue but you // you know i left a part of me back in new york. you knew the hero died, so what's the movie for? you knew it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart → a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground with no one around to tweet it / while i bath in cliffside pools, with my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

the lakes x I Know Places — i'm setting off, but not without my muse → and you know for me it's always you (i know places)

Come In With The Rain x I Almost Do — i'll leave my window open 'cause i'm too tired at night to call your name → i hope you know that every time i don't i almost do → i've watched you so long, screamed your name, i don't know what else i can say → oh, we made quite a mess, babe / in my dreams you're touching my face and ask me if i wanna try again with you → i could go back to every laugh, but i don't wanna go there anymore

I Almost Do x All You Had To Do Was Stay — i bet it never, ever occurred to you that i can't say "hello" to you and risk another goodbye → i've been picking up pieces of the mess you made

Begin Again x King Of My Heart — and i want to talk about that, and for the first time what's past is past → is this the end of all the endings? my broken bones are mending, with all these nights we're spending up on the roof with a school girl crush

Babe x Forever & Always — i break down every time you call. we're a wreck, you're the wrecking ball → 'cause it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong, it rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone / 'cause i was there when you said, "forever and always"

Question...? x Is It Over Now — did you leave her house in the middle of the night? → baby, was it over when she laid down on your couch? → did you wish you put up more of a fight when she said it was too much? → was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? → did you wish you could still touch... her? → "come here," i whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby - was it over then? and is it over now? → it's just a question!

Dress x "Slut!" — inescapable, i'm not even gonna try / and if i get burned, at least we were electrified → but if i'm all dressed up, they might as well be lookin' at us / and if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once

Mary's Song x Timeless — a few years had gone and come around / we were sitting at our favourite spot in town / and you looked at me, got down on one knee → you're always gonna be mine / i'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray / we'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made / and you'll say, "oh my, we really were timeless"

#the eras tour #taylor swift #ts #surprise song guesses #i'm literally just thinking aloud pls feel free to add to this if anyone wants

[majestick-posts-op]

Once again, I just love @one-idea 's reverse strawhats au so much! So here is the design for who is probably my second favourite character, reverse Kuina!

The first is her desing at 17-20 pre timeskip. I based her clothes from the one's tgat Zoro wore as a kid because somebody pointed out that Zoro's pre ts outfit looks like Kuina's clothes as a kid. I only made one because I honestely don't see her changing that much apart from having slightly longer hsir near the end. SPEAKING OF HAIR undercut Kuina. She puts it in a ponytail when she fights (like Zoro wearing a bandana) tell me its not the best idea I've ever had.

The second design is her at 22. Her clothes are mostly similar to Zoro's, but she has different scars and also earrings on both ears. I imagine her as a sizeable woman. Like, she was 6 feet 4/194 cm pre ts and post she is just 2+ meters tall. Very tall, and very strong. I think her biceps are bigger than Zoro's, but Zoro's boobs are bigger than hers.

Bonus: Dumb Tsuki, first when they meet at Lougetown, and second when he shows up again at Punk Hazard. (I'm very proud of how that jacket turned out)

#one piece #reverse strawhats au #shimotsuki kuina

[talesfromawannabejournalist]

Rosie’s past

. Rosie was conceived after a one night stand and was born to a female Hellhound named Lacy who was a bouncer/worked security at Ozzie’s and another establishment similar in the pride ring

. While unexpected Lacy was elated to start a family of her own and so her and Rosie had a very close and good relationship with each other

. When she was still a newborn puppy Lacy made her a hand stitched teddy bear that she would constantly rub against her neck so her daughter would feel calm even without her mother’s presence

. and she still has that doll to this day

. often times her mother couldn’t afford a baby sitter and since school systems are only in the form of HOME schooling(personal head-canon) she had to take Rosie with her to work or even sometimes had her daughter lock the apartment and not to come out at any time

. yes it wasn’t perfect but they had each other and that’s what all that mattered in their little family, unfortunately that happiness didn’t last

. When Rosie was only six years old her mother was killed in a crossfire during an extermination trying to get home after being made to work at the establishment in the pride ring

. after that Rosie was found a few days later and put into the system

. during her time she was adopted and returned a total of three times

. the first home she was adopted by an imp couple who thought they were infertile until they got pregnant and since they were going to have one of their own decided they didn’t want her anymore

. second home she was adopted by two sinners a man and a woman and constantly abused both mentally and sometimes physically abused by the father, luckily she ran away from them and went back to the clinic and the couple didn’t pursue after her because in their minds she wasn’t even worth it

. and there were also times in the home were Rosie felt as if the father would look at her in ways that made her uncomfortable or even at times would touch her inappropriately

. Third home she was adopted and trained to be a body guard with a group of other kids but with her small physic and mental scarring she didn’t last long and was kicked out and put back into the clinic

. it was in the third home that she made her own judgement about Hell’s hierarchies not giving two sh!ts about Hell born like her, while serving the higher class

. all in a total of four years, so after that she never tried to do anything to get adopted and since not a lot of couples wanted an older kid with issues she stayed at the clinic until she was thirteen

. During her stay there she made a close connection with these two other hell hound pups Genie(two years younger) and Mia (four years younger) who she treated as if they were her own sisters and was quite protective of them

. until they were adopted by families who wanted them, but not Rosie

. she then she was by herself with no one in the clinic or at there in all of Hell to give a damn about her

. until one day the king himself came with his little lamb

#Furry companion AU #hazbin hotel

[leaf-kei]

Hello again! I really appreciated the first reply you gave me and realized how much of a neat person you are, so I decided to ask you another question. Are you interested in creating any OCs? Either for Time Squad or something else? I literally just posted my first OCs for the show... and I still feel quite unconfident about them. The little girl Emily was created so that Otto could have a friend who is around his age. He's the only child in the show, so it would be nice to have other kids to relate to, even if they don't know about history as much as he does. They've known each other since they were babies (at least in my canon they did).

Also, what is your opinion on AUs? I personally think they bring a lot of creativity into the fandom. For example, I have an AU where Larry and Tuddrussel adopt Otto as a baby rather than a 8-year old... plus he never went to Sister Thornley's orphanage, so he never witnessed any abuse... just pure love and affection from a robot and time cop from the very beginning. Imagine a film noir version of Time Squad XD

You also got any fanfiction ideas or not? I have a ton of ideas up my sleeve, but most haven't made it to the planning stage yet.

It is alright if you don't have OCs, have fanfic ideas, or don't support AUs. I was just wondering. ;)

Hi again! Aww, shucks… thanks for prompting me to talk about Time Squad more, it energizes me so much (ง •̀_•́)ง

OCs and AUs are awesome, transformative fiction is the best!! I like your OCs! Your AU is like… imagine if Otto had an actual support network and wasn’t emotionally scarred lol. I’m getting Jetsons vibes, like a cozy, futuristic family comedy. <3 We also don’t have a woman-identifying robot in TS, so that’s cool to see! Your baby Otto AU is cute. It’s really hammered home in the show that Larry likes babies, so giving him the opportunity to raise one would create some interesting scenarios! In my own TS imaginings, I reckon Larry would probably want to adopt a baby at some point when Otto’s older. Maybe they could scoop one from a historical disaster like Pompeii… I can’t decide if that’s sweet or extremely messed up LMAO

I personally don’t really make OCs, for some reason… I guess I just enjoy playing with already-existing characters more? Maybe I’m not creative enough, lol. I have one TS fanfic outline that requires a new historical figure, but that’s more utilitarian than an actual OC. And I guess everything I’ve made up that comes after season 2 is technically an AU!—Of course, that includes every situation that involves Tudd and Larry being in an out-and-out relationship… I’m basically in the headspace of “if the show got an adult-oriented reboot nowadays, what kind of jokes and stories could happen?”

—I kind of already mentioned it but yes, I do have fic ideas! I eventually want to turn a bunch of them into comics, time allowing! (…Some of them are.,. inappropriate,,..,,, so idk if or where I should post those particular ones if I make them lol. I know TS has not been legally watchable for 20 years, but it’s still technically a “kids’ show”,,)

I’ll share a silly little short idea:

This one has a terrible comic sketch already! (NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING FINISHED)

I have tons more little ideas, but I’m not that confident in them yet lmao. Well, that’s it, thanks again for your ask!! :3

#time squad #larry 3000 #buck tuddrussel #otto osworth #ask #silverkittenx9 #why am i so embarrassed to show words I've written lol. it's like... seeing the inside of my brane #i am not a confident writer!!!!!!!! #but it IS FUN #we have fun at leaf_kei

[barnbridges]

tunglr user barnbridges' "curtains were what color" moments:

does it add up some way that julian takes 5 students and the corcorans had 5 sons, there is a "new" 5th student but not a 5th brother;

in the whole book, sex is rather clinical and means a lack of love rather than a way of acquiring it. all of the book's actual love is twisted and disgusting and dripping in layers of rot and cannibalism and gothic adoration. the lack of sex or implied lack of sex means there's actually love in the narrative.

bunny was 24 when he died on the 24th of april. is this some meta joke i'm too stupid to understand.

considering any woman anyone in the greek class touches is one of the furies, mentioned offhandedly by the dead man himself... marion is quite obviously megaera who goes after cheaters (infidelity... *cough* comes up with both of them certainly), but which one fits sophie dearbolt and priscilla? i think i'm Reading. thematically sure priscilla and marion are the same woman, but sophie dearbolt and marion? we shall see. sophie would be a match for allecto (richard's anger and california issues) and priscilla for tisiphone (the guardian to the gates of hell, the one described as wearing blood red clothes)

the fact that marion barnbridge is the biblical name of all time slay i will always wonder if donna wanted to do that or it just happened

when francis and richard came to visit charles in his disheveled state, did he show them his scar from the bacchanal alongside the scars from the cat? why did richard never describe it

besides julian and laforgue, marion would be considered the only didactic figure in the novel (both in title being a teacher, and in calling as serving as the closest thing to a narrative foil julian has, which is funny as shit), BUT WOULD THE PLAYGROUND BE CONSIDERED A DIDACTIC SPACE? the dates, richard thinking of charles as needing rescue (charles even going there). is the snail an aesthetic symbol of the julian's carpet magnitude? absolutely hilarious.

cannibalism happened at the bacchanal, but to whom. henry winter cannibals, i know that

is the yellow wallpaper a camilla motif yes or yes [ i need to read the yellow wallpaper ]

gather all the ts eliot motifs and make up the henry-camilla-gothic-catholic lovestory (and do i need to read oconnor?).

is everyone in the greek class blue/pale eyed, besides richard? i dont remember francis' eye color, but the twins have eyes similar to iron, henry's are blue and blind, bunny's are blue and watery for sure.

#meta #this isnt anything just my messes

[mikeysbride]

“Be a lady they said. Your skirt is too short. Your shirt is too low. Your pants are too tight. Don’t show so much skin. Don’t show your thighs. Don’t show your breasts. Don’t show your midriff. Don’t show your cleavage. Don’t show your underwear. Don’t show your shoulders. Cover up. Leave something to the imagination. Dress modestly. Don’t be a temptress. Men can’t control themselves. Men have needs. You look frumpy. Loosen up. Show some skin. Look sexy. Look hot. Don’t be so provocative. You’re asking for it. Wear black. Wear heels. You’re too dressed up. You’re too dressed down. Don’t wear those sweatpants; you look like you’ve let yourself go.

Be a lady they said. Remove your body hair. Shave your legs. Shave your armpits. Shave your bikini line. Wax your face. Wax your arms. Wax your eyebrows. Get rid of your mustache. Bleach this. Bleach that. Lighten your skin. Tan your skin. Eradicate your scars. Cover your stretch marks. Tighten your abs. Plump your lips. Botox your wrinkles. Lift your face. Tuck your tummy. Thin your thighs. Tone your calves. Look natural. Be yourself. Be genuine. Be confident. You’re trying too hard. You look overdone. Men don’t like girls who try too hard.

Be a lady they said. Wear makeup. Prime your face. Conceal your blemishes. Contour your nose. Highlight your cheekbones. Line your lids. Fill in your brows. Lengthen your lashes. Colour your lips. Powder, blush, bronze, highlight. Your hair is too short. Your hair is too long. Your ends are split. Highlight your hair. Your roots are showing. Dye your hair. Not blue, that looks unnatural. You’re going grey. You look so old. Look young. Look youthful. Look ageless. Don’t get old. Women don’t get old. Old is ugly. Men don’t like ugly.

Be a lady they said. Save yourself. Be pure. Be virginal. Don’t talk about sex. Don’t flirt. Don’t be a wh***. Don’t sleep around. Don’t lose your dignity. Don’t have sex with too many men. Don’t give yourself away. Men don’t like sl*ts. Don’t be a prude. Don’t be so uptight. Have a little fun. Smile more. Pleasure men. Be experienced. Be sexual. Be innocent. Be dirty. Be virginal. Be sexy. Be the cool girl. Don’t be like the other girls.

Be a lady they said. Don’t be too fat. Don’t be too thin. Don’t be too large. Don’t be too small. Eat up. Slim down. Stop eating so much. Don’t eat too fast. Order a salad. Don’t eat carbs. Skip dessert. You need to lose weight. Fit into that dress. Go on a diet. Watch what you eat. Eat celery. Chew gum. Drink lots of water. You have to fit into those jeans. God, you look like a skeleton. Why don’t you just eat? You look emaciated. You look sick. Eat a burger. Men like women with some meat on their bones. Be small. Be light. Be little. Be petite. Be feminine. Be a size zero. Be a double zero. Be nothing. Be less than nothing.

Be a lady they said. Don’t talk too loud. Don’t talk too much. Don’t take up space. Don’t sit like that. Don’t stand like that. Don’t be intimidating. Why are you so miserable? Don’t be a b**ch. Don’t be so bossy. Don’t be assertive. Don’t overact. Don’t be so emotional. Don’t cry. Don’t yell. Don’t swear. Be passive. Be obedient. Endure the pain. Be pleasing. Don’t complain. Women are less than men. Let him down easy. Boost his ego. Make him fall for you. Men want what they can’t have. Don’t give yourself away. Make him work for it. Men love the chase. Fold his clothes. Cook his dinner. Keep him happy. That’s a woman’s job. You’ll make a good wife someday. Take his last name. You hyphenated your name? Crazy feminist. Give him children. You don’t want children? You will someday. You’ll change your mind.

Be a lady they said. Don’t get raped. Protect yourself. Don’t drink too much. Don’t walk alone. Don’t go out too late. Don’t dress like that. Don’t show too much. Don’t get drunk. Don’t leave your drink. Have a buddy. Walk where it is well lit. Stay in the safe neighborhoods. Tell someone where you’re going. Bring pepper spray. Buy a rape whistle. Hold your keys like a weapon. Take a self-defense course. Check your trunk. Lock your doors. Don’t go out alone. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t bat your eyelashes. Don’t look easy. Don’t attract attention. Don’t work late. Don’t crack dirty jokes. Don’t smile at strangers. Don’t go out at night. Don’t trust anyone. Don’t say yes. Don’t say no.

Just 'be a lady' they said.” - Camille Rainville

#camille rainville #women #feminism #poetry #poem

[silvernyxchariot]

Not a single person asked for it. But here is my JJBA: Vento Aureo OC. His (code)name is Macchiato. More info under the cut.

⚠️TW: Mentions of rape/prostitution, drug dealing, and murder⚠️DNI: Anti-OC/Self shippers, pro-shippers⚠️

GENERAL

✯ 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: Ts(faded⬜️), M(🩸blood spatter🩸)

✯ 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: Macchiato

✯ 𝚂𝚎𝚡 & 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: amab, non-binary

✯ 𝙰𝚐𝚎: (Torn out)

✯ 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: It, Its, Itself, Mistress

✯ 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕/𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Omnisexual, Aromantic

✯ 𝙾𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Butcher and meat packager (legitimate business); body disposal and cleaner (Passione & La Squadra)

✯ 𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 & 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: Taiwanese, born in Italy

✯ Macchiato has congenital mutism and dyslexia.

APPEARANCE

✯ Macchiato is a relatively short person (5'3"/160cm) with an olive skin tone, mint green hair, and blue eyes. Its hair is styled at the top with curtain cut bangs that reach past the ears and a long braid on the bottom that can wrap around its neck. Macchiato's expression is usually some form of neutral or mildly amused. Some of its noticeable features are its long eye lashes and the scars on its hands.

Its work uniform consists of black rubber boots, grey scrubs, a disposable medical garb, bandana, and an apron. On a daily basis, Macchiato will wear a mix of East Asian and Western clothing with either a coffee theme or glitter theme. Its main colors are variations of light greens or anything that reminds it of coffee.

PERSONALITY

❝ They're just meat suits, dear. You're being overdramatic. ❞

✯ While maintaining a legitimate business as a meat butcher and packager, Macchiato is blunt yet professional and precise. It keeps its shop, although stained over time, orderly and organized. To communicate, it uses general gestures, grunts, or pencil and paper, having gotten irritated of people's lack of knowledge in sign language. As a cleaner for Passione, Macchiato is often called upon by La Squadra or, on the rare occassion, La Unita to dispose of evidence and bodies. During these interactions, Macchiato is sadistic in a playful and childish manner as it sees this part of its professional life as entertaining. It is willing to make jokes about La Squadra's victims and poke at others that forget that Macchiato is mute.

Although Macchiato cannot speak, it is often described as chatty and friendly with the few people it socializes with. It is usually laid-back and observant. Macchitao possesses a large amount of patience and understanding for others but intolerant of other people's ignorance or bigotry making it easy for it to cooperate with Melone and Ghiaccio of La Squadra Esecuzioni.

⇢ 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

- Sugar in its coffee

- Ghiaccio's ranting

- Milk and cookies

- Stones, jade and jaspar are its favorites

- Black coffee or coffee in general

- Vogue Italia

- Signing with Melone and sometimes Risotto

- Jewelry

⇢ 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

- Bacteria and unhygenic spaces

- Prosciutto's lecturing (and subsequent hitting)

- Idiots

- "Morality"

- Tourists

ABILITIES

❝ For a moment, you will see what I see. ❞

✯ 𝙷𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗 ❌️

✯ 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 ✅️

✯ 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚗 ❌️

⇢ 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

"AquaTimez" is a small stand (about the size of a human skull) that takes the form of levitating obsidian shards. Although genderless in appearance, Macchiato says AquaTimez considers herself a woman. Her main body is a hexagonal pyramid and a sphere with blue eyes. Several other shards surround it. While AquaTimez can be used as offensive or defensive in melee combat, she can create a veil of deceleration. When she spreads her obsidian shards, Macchiato will move at normal speed while others are slowed down. The feeling of being within AquaTimez's veil can be described as, "trapped within a deluge."

AquaTimez tends to have a nagging and sassy personality. Since AquaTimez is the only person Macchiato can communicate with without signing or speaking, it sees her as its closest friend. When summoned, she makes displeased squeaking and buzzing noises and subsequently headbutts Macchiato. She likes to interact with the colony Stand, Metallica, and team Bucciallati's Moody Blues.

⇢ 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚜

- Speed: C

- Power: B

- Precision: E

- Durability: A

- Potential: C

- Range: B

⇢ 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑𝚜

- Impervious to most physical attacks despite

- Impedes enemies movements and reactions

- Small and easily concealed

⇢ 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜

- Flippant personality

- Will disobey Macchiato when she feels like it

- Disorientation of her main body disrupts her veil

- Small and can't fully defend her Stand user's body

HISTORY

✯ Macchiato was born into a Taiwanese Italian family as the fourth son somewhere in Northern Italy. In school, it was often ridiculed for not only being noticeably biracial but also mute. It found sanctuary in isolated or quiet places such as cemeteries and libraries. The family was average regarding income and Macchiato's three elder siblings left the household as soon as they were able to make their own money. During its teenage years, its parents abused Macchiato's feminine appearance to make money and prostituted the younger Macchiato to their friends.

Eventaully, Macchiato ran away from home and got an apprenticeship from a meat butcher that took pity on the homeless kid. At first, Macchiato continued to earn money the way its parents wanted it to, until the butcher gave him an alternative. Macchiato learned to clean up blood around the shop and cut animal muscles and tendons. One night, the butcher witnessed a drug deal behind his store and although he tried to call the police, he was attacked and murdered for intervening. Macchiato watched with disinterest from its upperstory window and proceeded operating the butcher shop normally the next day.

Having the shop to itself, Macchiato made a stable living. Little did he know, down the street his neighbors would be running from their latest hit who was putting up more of a fight than they anticipated. The first to run into Macchiato's shop was Formaggio. The mint haired person opened the storage cabinet for Formaggio to hide in until the streets were quiet. Macchiato thought the man was awfully chatty and tried to usher the man out, but Formaggio took Macchiato's silence as permission to stay. A lavender haired man with a cut jumpsuit followed sometime after. Melone had seen Formaggio "run in this direction" and came looking for him. Macchiato physically pushed the two boys out the door with a 10 kg pork cut to accompany them.

Now, it owns and operates a regular meat packaging and butcher shop with a cleaning service for Passione's Hitman team. Mistress's butcher shop is a frequent hangout spot outside of their regular base, particularly the back alley that has essentially become a renovated space.

RELATIONSHIPS

✯𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜

- Unnamed parents: Macchiato refuses to speak to them or about them to others. It claims it is indifferent to their existence since "They no longer need each other."

✯𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜

- La Squadra Esecuzioni: Macchiato favors Melone and Risotto the most

- L' Unità Speciale: Mistress doesn't particularly have a favorite member but Macchiato doesn't seem to get along with Carne, Cioccolata, and Secco

✯𝙴𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜

- None in particular but Bruno Bucciarati and his team don't seem to enjoy being around Macchiato.

#original character #OC #Vento Aureo #jjba pt 5 #golden wind #jjba golden wind #jjba vento auero #jjba oc #jojo oc #not sure if I ship them with anyone

[myriadxofxmuses]

[ CREATE ] for Em and Jace 👀

From X

The visions had been clouding her mind for months. Interrupting her sleep. Draining her focus. Forcing their way to the forefront of her mind, coming in flashes at random.  Emily couldn't rid herself of these cursed, headache inducing, irritants.

Not only that, but she couldn't go to anyone about them. Not Oscar. Not her friends. Not even some annoymous shrink on the local mental health hotline. She had become infected and had no one to go to for help. Letting it spill that ever since the meteor shower she had begun to see glimpes of someone else's life would do nothing except land her in federal prison. 

Or worse.

Instead she turned to the one thing that had always seemed to ease her mind - art. Her brow was furrowed in concentration. Emily's pencil scraped against the paper softly as she sketched out the images plaguing her mind.  Slowly the scenes came alive, one page after another, her fingers nimbly flipping to the next empty one once she'd filled the page with graphite.

Her shop was unassuming, unknown, and unlisted.  After Oscar' infection ravaged through his being, and the subsequent attempts to hide the scars left behind in proof of his newfound power, she decided to dediacte herself to help others inflicted by the alien entity making its way through humanity. 

The small, seemingly abandoned warehouse served its purpose every night after she stepped out of her real life and entered into the underground railroad of sorts for other infected - her tattoos hiding evidence of their respective sicknesses. It wasn't until recently that she had become afflicted by her own set of side effects.

She sat huddled on the floor of the makeshif tattoo shop, hunched over the sketchpad, unaware that another had entered her domicile.  As soon as his feet hit the threshold of the room she now occupied she felt a wave of acknowledgement wash over her.  Her chest tightened.  Her breathing slowed. Her pencil came to a stop, hovering above ts next point of contact.

"Not sure how you found this place, but the shop is closed," she spat out, pushing the growing feeling that she knew them and going back to her drawing.

The footsteps echoing down the small hall grew louder.  The scent of cigarette smoke began to fill the air. A chill ran up Emily's spine and her pencil stopped moving completely.

"Are you deaf or something?" she asked barely glancing over her shoulder. "I said the shop is closed," she reiterated, shutting her sketchbook and rising to face her unwanted guest.

She nearly froze when she caught sight of the man.  His features were lit dimly with each drag of his cigarette.  Ashy blond hair, slightly disheveled, falilng gently against his face.  He held an air of not giving a fuck. Something about him gripped at her, clenching on to her tighter and tighter with every passing second.  She quickly scanned what little skin was exposed and she saw no scars. No indication that he was one of the infected. He didn't seem to need a tattoo so why was her there?

"Something I can help you with?" she asked, gently clutching at her book tighter.

He motioned to the very item she held dear. "Heard you're an artist."

"Really? What gave it away?" she scoffed sarcastically.

"One that helps people. People that may be very...sick."

Her blood ran cold. "Who told you that?" she asked barely above a whisper.

"Does it matter?"

She remained silent.  Guess not. It was already too late if he was here to cause any kind of damage- whether to herself or her shop.

"What do you want?"

He pulled a picture from his vest's inner pocket.  "You do any work on her?" he asked showing it to Emily.

She shook her head.  She definitely would have remembered the red head.  The woman was beyond beautiful. She was striking to say the least.  A far cry from her usual clientelle of soccer moms and dad bods.

"Sorry you wasted your time," she started apologizing as she turned from him and made her way over to one of the stations and began feiging interest in picking up.

He slid the picture back to the safety of his pocket and followed Em, taking another drag of his smoke before dropping it and snuffing it out with his boot.

"Anything you can give me would help. And I mean anything."

"Look I don't know what you want from me," she began answering, dropping her sketchbook on the nearby table. "I haven't seen her.  I haven't done any work on her - here or othrewise.  I don't know anything about her."

Brazenly he began flipping through her drawings. "You sure about that?" he asked without bothering to look her way.

"Again," she continued, this time letting her frustration shine through her voice, her hand forcing her sketchbook shut. "Sorry I can't help you, but you'll have to look for your girlfriend somewher else.  She was never here," she finished definitviely.

His eyes finally met hers, full of confusion and shock.  "Is that so?"

"That's so," she told him, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Then explain this," he added, once again flipping through the book. 

This time he stopped on one of the more recent drawings - a sketch of some building near the desert. The place had  flashed through her mind a time or two when she had an attack. It had burned itself to memory and she had no choice but to just get it out.  Never had she expected anyone to recognize it.

"You know that place?" she asked her curiosity now piqued.

"I run that place," he told her, tapping the picture a few more times for added affect.

He breath was sucked from her lungs. The world around her began to fade away to nothing.  Time slowed.  

"What did you say?"

"I...run this place," he repeated, now holding up the drawing. 'I mean, it isn't exact, but hthat's my bike shop. You wanna tell me how you're doodling my place of business yet you have no idea who Clare is?" he asked tossing the book back down, slamming it shut in the process.

"I just....sometimes these thigns just....come to me," she exaplained vaguely, frantically flipping through the pages to find the drawing once more.

Her eyes concentrated on it, her attention solely focused on trying to place the repair shop.  It had come with a flash of motorcycles, that much checked out, but she had never seen him in her visions. She saw the bikes.  She saw the in and out of other men - some wearing leather vest with a blurry logo on the back, some not. The clanging and whirring of mechanics tools drifted to her ears as the vision began to pull itself from her memory.

"You said it isn't exact," she said bringing her eyes to his. "Fix it for me," she requested, holding out the book and a pencil to him.

This was the first time she had ever been close to any kind of clarity in regards to the unwanted scenes playing over and over.  She thrusted the book and pencil his way once more.  "Help me right this and I will tell you everything I know," she half lied. Although she knew nothing of this Clare woman, she was sure she could give him something useful for his search. "Please," she added, her tone much less confrontational and harsh. 

He sighed begrudgingly and took them from her and began to do his best to fix what she had forgotten.

#claredeadbydaylight #[swimming in strange waters: emily] #[with you it's ride or die: jace&emily] #[everyday is a new adventure: modern] #[meant to be: soulamte au]

[fakefolklore]

oh how i want to dive into Seighvior. i should make a zine about her in between part 1 and part 2. i don't have a lot of lore around her, but i think she's a big catalyst for the kents' softening? that's not the word i'm specifically looking for. i mean, she's born in 2162, exactly 50 years post-rise. she grows up in a world that is scarred and brutal but is putting itself back together by this point, creating systems and small survivalist towns that are able to sustain themselves a little better.

her father dies when she's 25, and her son is 5. she dies a year after her grandson is born at 51, leaving her 20 year old son to figure it out as best he can, in an even less prepared state than she was, but still leaving her family better than how she found it. idk if she's part of their direct bloodline or maybe taken in, and i need to create a map of holley and the area surrounding it. (bear w me. i am imagining a sinkhole. several sinkholes.)

but Braedyn 1 goes alone the first time. it's 2 years before Seighvior even exists. in his first deactivation he was only 11. in his second, he's 28 and alone. in his third, he's 50, and Seighvior is 20 and extremely pregnant. Seighvior dies a few months after she deactivates her second with her own son. maybe of her own sadness as she puts down another life. maybe she looks at number 5 and sees what could be there, but it doesn't pass TS' test, so down it goes. she thinks about saving them, about her son and his son and what's to come after she's gone. and she knows there are other towns out there. maybe they'd be better off there. but she doesn't have time. she's an old woman now, 51 and moving like she's 90 with the way the new world wears down your life and your body, and this is the way it's been for the last 101 years. it's what they have to do to make progress. at least that's what they've been told.

this is a mess and i may not keep any of this. just Thoughts

#tiat by me

[artemisappetite]

“Parvati represents the part of ourselves that creatively brings forth nourishment even in the midst of what seems to be rejection and disapproval. She is a wonderful affirmation that there are no limits to what a woman can do when she uses her spiritual energy in the pursuit of any goal she chooses. When we embrace love, Parvati is there to bless us.”

Great big, ear-to-ear, open mouth smiles, Danielle, are responsible for far more sizzling romances, salary increases, life extensions, and calorie burning than your dentists, doctors, and financial planners will ever comprehend.

Show us your tonsils,

The Universe Look to what you're afraid of, Danielle, to learn where you can grow.

Enjoy,

The Universe 434

If you don’t feel you can fully trust the people around you with your dreams and your plans, share your most sacred truths with the wind, the trees, the rivers and the mountains instead.

414

What if every wrinkle, scar, or gray hair only made you more beautiful? What if every tear you've shed, mistake you've made, and challenge you've faced, only drew you closer to the light? And what if, Danielle, for every breath you've taken, every sentence you've spoken, and every path you've chosen, your fans in the unseen multiplied?

Well, I'd say it's about time you found out.

Be proud, we are -

The Universe

444

In all tests of character, Danielle, when two viewpoints are pitted against each other, in the final analysis, the thing that will strike you the most is not who was right or wrong, strong or weak, wise or foolish… but who went to the greater length in considering the other's perspective.

Don't you agree?

The Universe

Here's how to view every decision you've ever made, Danielle: It was right.

Here's how to view every path you've ever chosen: It was perfect.

Here's how to view every trend, friend, and dance you've ever moved with: You were amazing.

And here's how to view the fact that you even exist at all: "I" was totally on fire.

Ts-s-s-s-s!

The Universe

Start it; you don't have to be fancy.

Keep moving; you don't have to go crazy.

Visualize; you don't have to admit it.

See the end result; it doesn't have to be material.

Expect miracles; they don't have to be huge.

Pretend you've arrived; you don't have to dance on tables.

And above all else, Danielle, have fun.

This is why you started it, right?

Life, what a trip -

The Universe

Rise Early (with the sun or before) Drink Lime Water (flush the system)

Pray and Give Gratitude (connect with nature)

Breath in the Morning Air (air is the purest)

Brisk Movement (Drain lymphatic system)

Green Juice (nourish the body)

Light breakfast (fruit helps to Detox body)

Heaviest meals (lunch and dinner)

Go bed to early (circadian rhythm)

Vegan

Ginger!!!!!

Raw tchew then throw away

Wear colors

Sun

Small trees

Water like a lot

Whole foods

Intention think plan that

Quote from the Bhagavad Gita "Oh, Krishna, the mind is restless, turbulent, strong and unyielding. I consider it as difficult to subdue as the wind"

eatpraylove

Meditation is the anchor and the wings of yoga. meditation is the way.

difference between meditation and prayer. meditation is listening to god, prayer is talking to god. both seek communion with the divine.

[creeping-shadow-heralds-storms]

"A recognition of Vietnamese civilian victims would constitute a legal precedent", international law specialist Valerie Cabanes told AFP. NGOs also hope it will bolster a drive to pressure states to recognise “ecocide” as a crime. Almost 20 per cent of Vietnam’s forests were affected by the chemical.

The case centres on 78-year old Tran To Nga who worked as a journalist and activist in Vietnam in her 20s.

She filed the lawsuit in 2014 against 14 firms that made or sold Agent Orange, including Monsanto, now owned by German giant Bayer, and Dow Chemical.

Speaking before the trial, Ms Nga said: ”I’m not fighting for myself, but for my children and the millions of victims.”

Today she suffers from typical Agent Orange effects, including type 2 diabetes and an extremely rare insulin allergy. She said she also contracted tuberculosis twice, developed a cancer and one of her daughters died of a malformation of the heart.

“I was the first generation to bear the scars, my daughters were also victims and now my granddaughters have diseases. In my family alone, three generations have already suffered,” she said beforehand.

“I’m almost 80. I’m the only person who can do this. If I disappear, then everything disappears with me. What I truly want is for millions of victims to take hope after this trial.”

#news #world news #politics #us politics #agent orange #vietnam war

[lemons3ason]

The Emperor’s Aphrodite

(Tsukasa Shishio x Chubby! Reader)

WARNINGS ⚠️: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, SMUT, Breeding kink, self degradation, praise kink, chubby chaser Tsukasa

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Tsukasa stumbled across your petrified form during a stroll, he was looking to expand the land of his empire but instead came across your sweet plump body. Your cute roundness made his blood race to his head, both above and below, you looked stunning in his amber eyes. Pudgy cheeks rising ever so slightly with your frozen smile, eyes as soft as clouds, cute round fingers that would fit perfect between his own, a round ass that made him hungry for something new, breasts perfect for suckling on, round thighs perfect for wrapping around him, and wide hips perfect for child bearing, you were just perfect in all your exposed glory. You were his first love, the woman that thawed out his cold heart when he wasn’t focused on getting money for Mirai’s medical expenses, from that day on he would visit you admiring your beauty but something about you stirred something inside him. His body would ache for you, he wanted to touch you, to hold you both lovingly and passionately but you didn’t fit into his plan for his new world. Yet he was the Emperor he could do as he wished, once he poured the miracle liquid on you and watched you crack free from your stone prison he couldn’t hold back his smile.

“Ts-Tsukasa, it’s you. It’s really you.”, you smiled leaning against his broad chest since your legs felt weak.

He didn’t dare to say anything about what was going on, at least not yet, he held you softly against his chest and kissed the top of your head. Finally he had you back in his arms again, you smiled and reached up to hold his face his new scars made him much more handsome if that was even possible. An unreadable gleam shimmered in his eyes and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but Tsukasa knew full well what he wanted.

“My beautiful round little peach, you look so delicious like this.”, Tsukasa hummed kissing your neck where your revival scar rested, you hadn’t noticed until right now that you were stark naked before his eyes.

You squealed in embarrassment and quickly covered yourself with your arms much to his annoyance, after all these years he finally got to see you in all your beautiful glory and you were trying to take that away from him. He took off his large fur cape and laid it out on the forest floor before claiming your lips in a kiss and moving you down to lay on his cape with him hovering over you. You tried to push him away but feeling his muscles against your fingertips and stomach made a heat build up in your core.

“I’ve waited centuries for this, for the chance to hold you again and make you mine. (Y/n), the world is no longer what we used to know but I’m going to rebuild it and I want you by my side as my Queen and the mother to our children.”, Tsukasa whispered against your ear tying his chestnut locks up with a small string he had.

His words made your heart race but your insecurities quickly made their way between your decision, “I-I’m not the only woman that’s alive, I-I’m sure there’s prettier or skinnier women out there for you. I’m just ugly and fat, I don’t deserve to be love if I’m just a blob of flesh always in peoples way. S-someone like me doesn’t deserve to be with someone as handsome and strong as you. P-please choose someone else.”, you whimpered bringing yourself to tears as you degraded yourself.

Tsukasa sighed and kissed your tears away before running his fingers over the rolls of your stomach and stopping just where your womb should be, “I don’t want anyone else, I love you in all your sweet roundness and I want to fill you up and make you rounder. I won’t choose anyone else even if you tell me too because I only desire you as my life partner, my beautiful gorgeous (Y/n).”, his praise made you feel warm you could feel your cunt oozing with pre just from his words and he knew what he was doing to you.

His fingers moved from your stomach and headed down to your puffy little cunt that rested between your plump thighs, he smiled feeling his fingers get coated by your slick and gently rubbed circles into your shy clit to entice your body for him. You held onto his shirt with one hand quieting your moans by biting your finger. He didn’t appreciate that, 3700 years later and you still couldn’t grasp the idea that Tsukasa loved every little thing about you but no matter if you wouldn’t moan for him then he’d make you scream or make your fingers useless somewhere else. He didn’t need to use much strength to pry your plump legs apart but when he did your shyness was at an all time high, you tried to cover your wet cunt with your hands but he wouldn’t let you hide that easily, your fingers grazed against the clothed shaft of his cock as he rutted softly against your core warning your body of what was coming. You had almost forgotten how big he was.

“T-Tsukasa...d-did I really make you this hard?”, you asked in disbelief.

Your partner smiled and nodded leaning forward to kiss you, his hips continued to move exciting you more and more with each passing second. His hands cupped your breasts enjoying the soft feeling of your skin, your nipples brushed against his palms as he massaged the sensitive flesh making you moan against his lips. “My beautiful (Y/n), so beautiful for me, so perfect.”, he hummed kissing your cheek softly while his hands danced down to your thighs. He loved the way his fingers dipped into the soft flesh of your round thighs and gently lifted up your hips, you didn’t expect him to bury his face in your cunt the way he did but once your felt his tongue attacking your hole and his nose brushing against yo clit you couldn’t hold back your moans. Your warm thighs warmed the sides of his head, even as you tried to squirm away he kept you in place and ate you out like a starved man. His tongue entered you swirling away at your inner walls to prepare you for his raging cock that was twitching in anticipation to be unified with you.

“This perfect pussy is all mine. (Y/n) is screaming in pleasure because of me. I’m so happy to have her back.”, Tsukasa thought, you were a goddess in his eyes.

He turned his tongue to your clit lapping at it like a dog before taking your folds into his mouth to suck on them like some rich candy. You squealed to his foreplay, toes curling with each touch his body made to yours. He stripped preparing himself to enter your round body and breed you like a stallion in heat. His name poured from your mouth like a song, it was almost enough to make him cum but that pleasure was reserved for your pretty little cunt.

“Tsukasa I’m going to cum.”, you squealed rubbing furiously at your swollen clit to edge yourself to your release.

“Yes my love cum, let me drink all of it.”, he begged you softly gently thrusting two finger into your cunt to test your tightness.

He continued praising your body like it was a sculpture of marble, each word was sincere and made your heart swell up in pure adoration as he fingered you to your first orgasm. Your whole body trembled from the feeling, your skin became littered with goosebumps, your toes curled in pleasure, your pupils dilated in pure joy, and the most heavenly moan slipped from your lips as you splashed against Tsukasa’s face. His lips were glued to your cunt like a magnet sucking up every drop of your sweet release he could manage to grab with his tongue. Even after you were done he licked your folds clean making sure to savor your taste as he swallowed it. You couldn’t help but shudder seeing how desperate he was for you, he smiled and licked his lips clean before pressing a kiss to your temple and praising you for such a beautiful orgasm. This man’s words were going to be the death of you.

“Are you ready my lovely peach?”, he asked running the head of his needy cock against your folds, “I’m ready to make you my Queen and fill you with our baby.”

You nodded and smiled holding your legs open so he could enter you, you moaned his name sweetly when you felt his tip break past your entrance and smiled as he slowly bottomed out in you. He rubbed your clit lazily helping relax you until you begged him to move. He moaned your name softly rutting his hips against you, eventually you were used to his large size and begged him to bury himself deeper and the young Emperor was more then willing to do that for you. You gasped feeling the veins of his cock rub against your inner walls and smiled seeing how happy he was being inside of you. Never did you imagine someone would be so content being your partner, you smiled and kissed him passionately as his strong hips slammed against the backs of your pudgy thighs. The feeling was addicting, you always thought you were to big to have someone bottom out and please you like this but Tsukasa proved you so wrong.

“(Y/n), why are you crying? If I’m hurting you I’ll stop.”, The muscular man spoke softly to you gently bottoming out in you and stirring your needy cunt.

“N-no I’m sorry. I-it’s just that I can’t believe you still love me like this. T-to think that you’re passionately thrusting into me like nothing it so amazing. Y-you don’t even care that I’m fat and ugly you-“

He slammed his lips against yours shutting you up with a kiss, “If you don’t stop degrading yourself then I’m just going to breed you harder until you understand just how much I fucking love you.”, Tsukasa growled, “You are perfect in my eyes, beautiful, an amazing personality, an infectious smile, an adorable presence, I want you all to myself because I’m to afraid to lose you to anyone else. I want to ground you down with my baby and keep you by my side till death do us part.”

His words brought more tears to your eyes, you couldn’t help it you had never been this loved before. He hushed you with a soft call of your name and gently pulled his thick cock out of your tight cunt, he wanted to change positions to make you feel better about your body so you flipped onto your stomach and kept your ass up in the air so he had better access to your wet pussy. He licked his lips and stared down at you with loving hungry eyes, you whined feeling him fill you up from behind and quickly bounced your hips back against his cock making him reach that spongy spot inside that made you see stars. Watching the flesh of your round ass bounce against his thighs made him groan, you could feel his cock twitch inside but you were to focused on pleasuring him that you didn’t pay it any kind. He leaned against your back and softly gripped your breasts in his large hands squeezing and pulling at them to add to your stimulation. He whispered sweet compliments into your ear about your breasts and talked about how full they would be when you became pregnant. Then he moved to your cute stomach gently gripping your belly in his hand adoring how soft and warm it was, he loved how round you were even if you didn’t like yourself. Soon his baby would be growing inside you and he’d get to kiss your stomach everyday. Then he moved to your hips grasping the meat of them like a life line telling you how strong and firm they were, and how beautifully they complimented your adorable body. His praise was making you drunk, you wanted him so bad.

“Such a beautiful woman to hold my baby, you want that don’t you? To be filled with my seed and pumped all nice and full, I want to fill my cute peach with all of my cream and spoil her like the goddess she is. Please let me, my love. Please let me make you a mother.”, Tsukasa begged into your ear lacing his fingers with yours his fingertips pressing into your palms with each thrust he made into your body.

“Y-yes please! Oh please fill me up, fill me to the brim with you seed Tsukasa. I-I want your baby, you’ll be such a good father. So caring, so kind, so handsome, I want to be the mother of your baby.”, you moaned not caring who heard you out in this dense forest.

His veiny cock twitched inside of your core, you were indulging his urges, how could you be so fucking perfect to him? One of his hands let go of yours and roughly began to attack your clit stimulating another orgasm out of your body. You were both so close, after centuries apart you were both finally going to be one! Tsukasa groaned against your neck to the sudden tightness of your walls as you came against his member, even if he tried to move your snug walls just wouldn’t let him. He sighed and happily released his seed inside you leaving a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. His heavy full balls contracted with each spurt of cum that unloaded inside of your awaiting womb, even as you both collapsed from exhaustion his member continued to pump load after load of cum into your body.

“So much. There’s so much.”, you sighed feeling it overflow even with Tsukasa still inside.

“My Aphrodite.”, he whimpered softly thrusting his softened cock inside of you to ensure that his seed was planted in you. Just nine months and you would be holding his baby in his arms. Even if this load wasn’t enough to fill you he had more than enough stamina to keep trying.

You turned your head and smiled kissing his cheek softly until he pulled out of you and laid down next to you taking in. The beauty of your afterglow, you truly were perfect in his eyes. “Rest (Y/n), but soon we will have to return. Your kingdom awaits.”

#tsukasa shishio #tsukasa Shishio x reader #tsukasa shishio x reader smut #dr stone #x reader #dr stone smut #18+ #minors dni #dr stone x reader