#𖥸 ── development.

[mcronnie-arc]

Inspirada por quem é mais esperta, segue uma linha do tempo do principal do desenvolvimento da Veronica, e as coisas que mudaram pra ela nesse tempo.

𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝑫𝑶 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑶

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Durante o último um ano e meio antes do chamado de Dionísio, Veronica voltou muito pouco para o acampamento; durante pouco tempo e com objetivos específicos, normalmente atendendo pedidos de Hera ou buscando informações de artefatos que caçaria por conta própria. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  A última missão que participou antes do chamado terminou muito mal, e a afastou do acampamento e até de si mesma. Durante a missão ela perdeu uma amiga, Thabata, filha de Hipnos, e viu o então namorado, Elói (@maximeloi), ganhar uma maldição por protegê-la. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚ O Remorso a corroeu por dentro, e Vee se culpou por toda a falha da missão; por não ser uma boa guerreira, por não conseguir proteger a amiga de anos, por obrigar Elói a tomar a decisão de salvá-la ou salvar Thabby, e pela maldição que ele ganhou com isso. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Ainda que não fosse exatamente assim, foi como Veronica viu as coisas, e por esse motivo o relacionamento acabou. Entendeu o luto de Elói como um arrependimento, vivia esperando o momento em que o relacionamento se tornaria apenas ódio e ressentimento, e por isso terminou com ele e praticamente fugiu do acampamento. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚ Veronica nunca foi boa em se comunicar para calar suas inseguranças, e demonstrar vulnerabilidade, nem mesmo com os mais próximos. 

𝑫𝑬𝑷𝑶𝑰𝑺 𝑫𝑶 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑶

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Retornar ao acampamento sem tempo definido deixou-a em sentimentos conflitantes. Sente-se presa, e isso não faz bem para sua saúde mental. Nunca esteve tão ansiosa e insegura antes, e até seu jeito animado e boêmio foi abalado com tudo que tem acontecido. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  O caos da fenda fez com que Veronica se sentisse obrigada a participar mais da proteção do acampamento, a forçando a usar suas competências de um jeito mais responsável. E foi assim que inventou de rastrear o cão infernal. Seu poder era perfeito para isso, e seu cargo de instrutora de furtividade e espionagem quase a obrigava a levar a ideia a frente. Mas fez isso em segredo, inicialmente. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Usou da ajuda de Styx (@styxch) com orientações sobre o cão, sem saber seus motivos, e da companhia de Andrea (@andrearicci) em algumas das suas tentativas de encontrar onde o monstro se escondia, já que acreditava fielmente que ele ainda estava perto do acampamento. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Quíron descobriu sobre suas incursões atrás do monstro, e ao invés de censurá-la, deu-lhe outra missão: Seguir Petrus. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Espionar Petrus foi sua missão por semanas, o observando noite após noite, seguindo-o quando se afastava dos outros.

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Petrus não sabia de sua presença, e assim conseguiu chegar perto o bastante para vê-lo se encontrar com Hades, e ouvir a conversa que eles tiveram. Ainda não sabe porque Hades deixou que ela ouvisse tudo, e retornasse em segurança, mas Veronica não guardou suas descobertas para si mesma, expondo tudo no almoço com Quíron e Dionísio, em frente a todos os campistas presentes. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Não foi a única a ter informações sobre Petrus, e conseguiu trabalhar em conjunto com Yasemin (@misshcrror) e Lynx (@lynksu) para exporem o que descobriram. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  A parte mais pesada das descobertas, foi saber que sua mãe estava envolvida. Sua relação complicada com Hécate fez com que ela não hesitasse antes de entregá-la, tentando evitar que a desconfiança caísse sobre o chalé. A atitude não foi bem-vista pela irmã e conselheira do chalé de Hécate, Pietra. (@pips-plants) 

𝑨 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑶

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  O objetivo era perigoso, ainda que simples: ir até o submundo, recolher 5 frascos de água do Lete, e voltar em segurança. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  A equipe foi formada por sua melhor amiga Love (@lottokinn), e Amarantha (@amaranthaes), uma pessoa que ela odeia e que a odeia igualmente. A missão já havia começado com tudo para dar errado. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Encontraram Perséfone no submundo, que cobrou um segredo em troca de suas pérolas para saírem dali. O mais profundo e valioso segredo que tivessem, e expor isso na frente de Amara foi um tormento imenso para a devota de Hera. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  A missão seguiu em frente, com as duas companheiras feridas, e Veronica escapando por pouco. Porém, ao chegarem ao Lete, as coisas desandaram de vez. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Amarantha empurrou Veronica enquanto a líder da missão recolhia a água do rio Lete, fazendo que Veronica precisasse tocar nas águas para salvar o frasco de submergir e arruinar o objetivo. Isso lhe custou suas memórias. 

𝑶 𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑨: 𝑫𝑬𝑷𝑶𝑰𝑺 𝑫𝑨 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑶

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Veronica não sabe o motivo pelo qual se molhou no Lete, apenas acha que foi sua culpa, e tem sido bem cruel com ela mesma sobre isso. 

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Ela tem precisado de muita ajuda para recuperar suas memórias perdidas, mas o mais perto que chega é assistir, como observadora, sua própria vida. Se sentindo refém das informações que chegam sobre ela, e em partes não conseguindo se reconhecer em nada daquilo.

⋆.˚ ✩ .𖥔˚  Notou rapidamente durante o ataque que havia sido preciso magia para furar o bloqueio, e está mais desconfiada que nunca, até mesmo dos companheiros, filhos da magia, e dos irmãos. 

[deceptaconn]

VOLUMNIA: What's the biggest sacrifice you’ve made? & 😏 - lying (for vismaya)

VOLUMNIA: What's the biggest sacrifice you’ve made?

an easy question to answer, a difficult answer to give. vismaya is very emotionally intelligent, and she knows that there are ways to skirt such a question, or to answer it without really answering, but the honest truth just so happens to be the subject of discussion wherein all of her logic and regulation flies out the window. "well, my mental and emotional health, probably. i'll always love my mother, but she displays patterns of volatile and re-traumatizing behaviors that i shouldn't be around. it's... it's just not worth losing my brothers over. they could never leave her side. they won't. and if i am not around to protect them from her, who will? and who will protect her from herself? so... i sacrifice my peace, for my family."

😏 - how good is vismaya at lying?

"oh.... just like everyone else, i suppose." an impulsive non-sequitur. though she would never admit this out loud, she was very good at lying. however, this doesn't mean that she ever does. as unsavory as it is to admit, being emotionally intelligent with the knowledge and experience of a therapist gives her a great insight on how to truly sell a lie. unfortunately, life presents opportunities that require a good, hardy lie, just to save yourself from the trouble of others rejecting your truth, and she has had to employ such measures before.

[5sospenguinqueen]

You Got Me Tripping - Mick Schumacher x Williams! Reader

Summary: They say you should never meet your heroes - or the offspring of your heroes - and when you make a complete ass out of yourself in front of Mick, you might agree

Warnings: Swearing. Fluff.

Williams development driver. Pinterest pics

I'm not in love with this but I had the idea so it had to be written haha

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f1news accurate reenactment of the moment when williams’ development driver, Yn Ln, met the son of hero michael schumacher… and forgot how to walk 

1,221 comments

user1 i love how they can’t post the actual video footage netflix got because you know she threatened everyone to bury it

user2 not the drivers being summoned to a trashy news blog dedicated to them

→ user3 they too are obsessed with this development

its_yn_ln is this what people call news these days? boring!

→ landonorris speak for yourself, this was hilarious 

→ alex_albon i have it saved as my lockscreen

→ logansargeant i’ve definitely watched it more than 10x

→ its_yn_ln i hate you all 

→ georgerussell63 even me? i can introduce you to the hero of your stumblings

→ landonorris probably not the best idea, mate. you'd need her to stay in one piece 

→ williams so do we, she’s our reserve 

user4 she lost aura points for this 

user5 i get it. i too would trip over thin air if mick schumacher smiled at me like that 

user6 why are we all forgetting the most important part?

→ user7 you mean how red she went when he helped her up

user8 and the way he launched forward to catch her 

→ user9 no wonder she swooned

→ user10 mhm if those arms were wrapped around me 😏

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williamsracing following contact earlier today between Yn and the concrete, we’re pleased to confirm that the driver sustained little more than a bruised ego

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its_yn_ln watch yourself, i know where you work 

→ jv.f1 stop threatening the admin, please

→ its_yn_ln but they’re bullying me 

logansargeant where’s the post about my suffering? i had to listen to her complain about how embarrassed she was

→ its_yn_ln stop exposing me! 

→ user11 you’ve exposed yourself 

→ its_yn_ln i really hope i didn’t. nobody said my jeans split

→ landonorris trust me, if we'd seen your ass, you'd have seen me retching

its_yn_ln that’s a lie, i suffered a wound to my elbow 

→ alex_albon it’s a scrape, you didn’t even bleed 

→ its_yn_ln i’ve lost a layer of skin! 

→ alex_albon maybe that’ll make you go faster in practice tomorrow 

→ its_yn_ln @/lilymhe leave him 

oscarpiastri the figure chasing Yn is actually lando

→ its_yn_ln he tried following me into the bathroom earlier! 

mickschumacher i hope she recovers quickly 

georgerussell63 do you want me to ask him to kiss it better?

→ its_yn_ln do you want me to edge you off the track in practice? 

→ williamsracing you’re not allowed to say these things

→ its_yn_ln i’m gonna have to undergo pr training after this, aren’t i?

→ alex_albon yes

→ logansargeant yes

→ williamsracing yes

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mickschumacher silverstone 🇬🇧

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pierregasly i have not heard from Yn since these were posted

georgerussell63 can we check nearby holes in case Yn tripped into one

→ its_yn_ln this is why lewis is my favourite merc member

→ georgerussell63 not mick?

→ its_yn_ln i decline to answer that 

alex_albon somebody check on Yn, please

→ landonorris she seemed fine when i passed hospitality. she was enjoying her lunch ;)

→ logansargeant again? interesting. i knew there was a reason she was hiding from williams this weekend

→ charles_leclerc @/pierregasly pay up 

maxverstappen1 why am i reading through mick’s comment section?

→ danielricciardo because we all like seeing Yn getting teased

→ its_yn_ln you’re both off my christmas card list

williamsracing please release your hold on our driver

mercedesamgf1 mick, as much as we love you, we have a couple of admins demanding someone back

→ mickschumacher no thanks

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its_yn_ln when you both get a weekend off and he finally takes you on the picnic he’s promising for the past month 

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alex_albon it’s not funny when you embrace it

→ its_yn_ln it’s not funny anyway?

→ georgerussell63 not true

→ its_yn_ln @/carmenmmundt leave him

→ alex_albon stop telling our girlfriends to leave us

→ its_yn_ln stop being douchebags then

user11 guys hear me out. what if it’s mick?

→ user12 feels like you're taking a joke just a tad too seriously

→ user13 no, no, let her talk 

landonorris another day, another slay

→ its_yn_ln let’s get you back to the home, grandma

→ landonorris only if we take you back to the fracture clinic

→ its_yn_ln i fell one time! 

→ oscarpiastri it was twice

→ mickschumacher when was the second?

danielricciardo who’s car was coolest?

→ its_yn_ln mine, i had a daytona

→ mercedesamgf1 whoa, he’s building a merc so he clearly wins

williamsracing we get palpitations every time we see your name trending on twitter

→ its_yn_ln i read the pr manual, this doesn’t break the rules! 

→ williamsracing that doesn’t mean we trust you! 

→ logansargeant ouch. and i thought it was just my heart they broke 

user11 okay so she mentioned them both getting a weekend off, it’s the first weekend without a race after the triple header so he’s obvi a driver 

→ user11 then they’re building lego cars. what do mick and yn do for a living? drive cars

→ user11 and then she used a warning slippery floor sign for a meme when the whole internet  has been teasing her for falling over when she first met him 

→ its_yn_ln the fbi needs to hire some of y’all

lilymhe answer my texts, please!!! and thanks xx

mickschumacher looks like a fun weekend

→ its_yn_ln it was! 

→ user14 this is such a bland interaction

→ user11 it’s obvi deliberate babe. they’re trying to throw us off

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mickschumacher how could i resist when she literally fell for me 

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its_yn_ln i hate you 

→ mickschumacher that’s not what you were whispering in my ear in that photo 

lilymhe the cutest

→ its_yn_ln whoa, what about us?

→ lilymhe you never fell over for me

→ alex_albon you’re not mick schumacher 

georgerussell63 you can put her down, she’s definitely not going to run away from you 

→ mickschumacher yes but if her feet don’t touch the floor then she can’t fall 

its_yn_ln at least i know you’ll be around to catch me <3

→ landonorris this is gross. go back to publicly humiliating yourself 

→ its_yn_ln just because i have more rizz than you 

→ landonorris not sure how

→ mickschumacher she’s cute. you’re not 

mercedesamgf1 where is your protective gear?

→ its_yn_ln i told you that we'd get in trouble if you posted that 

→ mickschumacher but i wanted everyone to see how good you looked on top of my bike 

→ alex_albon please stop. i can't take anymore giggling

→ logansargeant and i have to listen to her gush about you 

→ williamsracing we are all suffering 

→ its_yn_ln vengeance! this is what happens when you cyberbully me

charles_leclerc this doesn't make her seem very hardcore!

→ its_yn_ln you take that back! i have a reputation to maintain

→ mickschumacher darling, i think you ruined that reputation months ago when we met

f1 and they said being a development driver was only good for getting a seat

→ user16 f1 bringing together true loves

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[mountainficss]

idea: collegeboy!jeonghan type but it's minghao hoshi or shua instead

i’ve been thinking about this prompt and i can’t stop thinking about a collegeboy!minghao…

collegeboy!minghao who is very very quiet. he sits next to you in your biology class, but has never spoken a word to you. you can’t help but notice how pretty he is, glancing over every once in a while to admire his plump lips and pretty painted nails. every time you peek at him he’s always hyper focused on his work, his dark hair hanging like a curtain over his eyes. you’d do your best to distract yourself, ripping your longing gaze away from him to focus on your work. even though you’re trying your best to not think about the gorgeous boy next to you, you continue to wonder what it would be like to know everything about him.

meanwhile minghao wonders the same things about you. sitting next to you every day was the most heavenly torture he’d ever experienced. he gets to sneak glances at the pretty girl sitting next to him, studying every detail of your face and features. but he also has to deal with the jittery feelings he gets just by being in close proximity to you, trying his best to ignore the nervous sensations in the pits of his stomach. he also has to attempt to ignore the faint smell of your perfume, the sweetness only making his weak stomach twist more with anxiety, with nerves. he’s never even spoken to you, but he swears he’s memorized the shape of your lips, and he’s certain that he’s embedded the exact color of your irises into his brain. he almost feels your eyes on him every time you glance in his direction, and he tries to pretend it doesn’t get to him. he tries to act nonchalant, but his heart hammers in his chest and a wave of heat courses through his body solely from the thought of you. the urge to talk to you eats away at him with each passing day, but he’s not sure if he’ll be able to overcome his hesitance. until then, he’ll just keep thinking about you.

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you were stumped. you’d stare at your work with your eyebrows furrowed, slightly nibbling on the end of your pen as you try to understand the mass of information in front of you. biology was never your strongest subject, but you had always figured out the bare minimum of the lessons on your own. unfortunately, your luck had run out up to this point. you had no idea what was going on. you’d absentmindedly peek at minghao, studying his features for the millionth time already, and then trailing your gaze down to his hand. your eyes would widen at the sight of his practically finished work, and you were surprised to see how quickly he was writing down his answers. how does he understand this? you had decided to never again ask your professor for help, because the answers they provided only confused you more. now, you have another option. “i’m sorry,” you’d start quietly, watching minghao slightly turn his head towards you. “but do you think you could help me, please? i don’t understand this.” after a beat of silence, he’d give you the smallest nod and begin explaining his work to you. you can barely pay attention to his explanations, allured by his quiet voice and his gentle expression. you’d do your best to listen though, finding that his explanations make way more sense than your professor’s. minghao seemed so certain and sure of himself, and you were astonished with the ease he grasped the concepts.

but of course, poor minghao is not certain or sure of himself. he’s overthinking every sentence, over analyzing every expression you make. he’d wonder if you understood his explanations, almost positive you thought he was stupid from the little stutters escaping him occasionally. you just make him so nervous, and his well-developed composure evaporates from his body every time he even looks at you. his heart is hammering in his chest once again, so harshly that it feels as if it might break through his ribcage. “ahhh,” you’d observe, finally understanding the lesson now after minghao’s thought out explanations. “i totally get it now.” you’d gaze back up at the pretty boy, shooting him your brightest smile. you were beyond grateful for his help. “thank you so much, minghao.” you’d grin, receiving a shy “you’re welcome” from him in return. as you both refocus on your work, minghao would be reeling. the way you said his name sent a whole new swarm of butterflies to the pit of his stomach. he couldn’t help but blush when his name left your lips in such a captivating way. and oh, the way you smiled at him? he felt like he was going insane. time had seemed to pass quicker than usual due to his stray thoughts, and just as he’s grabbing his things he hears your voice calling his name again. “hey, minghao?” you’d utter gently, watching him whip around towards you. you couldn’t help but think the dark blur of his form whirling around was cute in a way. “yes?” he’d answer timidly, hoping his voice didn’t sound too small and pathetic. he can’t control it when you say his name like that. “do you…think you can help me more with biology sometime? i’ll pay you, of course,” you’d propose, feeling a bit embarrassed to have to ask someone for extra help. you knew it was either that or risk failing, and you would much rather pass. “you just make it easy to understand. but if you don’t feel like it, it’s really no pressure. i totally understand.” of course your question would send minghao’s nerves through the roof. helping you with biology? alone? with you? he’s positive his heart would explode. he’d swallow anxiously, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly from the movement. “you don’t have to pay me,” he’d hesitate, opting to shove down his anxiousness and take a risk. he wouldn’t let himself pass up an opportunity to spend time with his biology crush. you were too pretty to turn down. “when do you want to meet again?” your eyes would widen a bit in surprise. you didn’t expect him to even consider it, let alone actually agree. “whenever you’re free. i’ll go by your schedule since you’re the one helping me,” you’d decide. “my dorm or yours?”

“y-yours,” minghao would falter. he wasn’t mentally prepared to be flung into your dorm, where you live and sleep every day, but seeing you in his dorm would be worse. imagining you seated prettily on his couch or sprawled out on his bed would just make his brain develop more detailed daydreams of you. he doesn’t need to make things harder for himself. you’d open your phone, giving it to minghao so he could put his number in. “let me know when you want to come over, okay? i’ll text you in a bit,” you’d smile at him as he responds with a tiny “okay.” poor minghao would be so distracted in his other classes, thinking of you and wondering when you’d text him. he can’t help but be eager when he knows that his number is nestled in your phone and that you could text him at any minute. hearing the ding from his phone while he’s in his dorm would make his heart stop. you had texted him.

unknown: hi! it’s (y/n)

unknown: when’s a good time for you to come over?

the thought of him coming over to your dorm made his stomach twist again. he couldn’t help but be excited, even if he was just coming over to help you with biology.

minghao: hi 👋 i’m free right now if you’re not busy.

you: sounds great! come over whenever you’re ready :)

after sending him directions to your dorm, minghao would waste no time making his way there. he’d be at your door in less than 10 minutes, knocking softly at the wood and waiting eagerly patiently for you to answer. you’d open the door for him, flashing him a pretty smile and moving aside to let him in. minghao could feel his face heating up already. he truly felt like he couldn’t breathe around you at times. you were dressed so comfortably, changing your clothes from earlier and throwing on a large hoodie. your shorts were proving to be trouble for him, slightly riding up your thighs when you moved and leaving little to his imagination. “wanna come to my room?” you’d ask sweetly, missing the way minghao gulped nervously at your wording. he’d respond with a slight nod, following you to your room and trying not to admire your exposed thighs.

you’d plop down on the edge of your bed, crossing your legs and patting the spot next to you. minghao would sit down cautiously next to you, clutching his biology notes in an attempt to ground himself. he had no idea why sitting on his crush’s bed felt so intimate to him, and he couldn’t help but blush a bit at the thought. “okay,” you’d begin, peeking at minghao’s notes. “where do you think we should start?”

you’d spend the next few hours with minghao going through all of his detailed biology notes. he’d help catch you up on the lessons you didn’t understand, explaining them in depth and answering all of your questions. no disrespect to your professor, but minghao explained all of the concepts way better than they ever could. you were thankful that you sat next to a pretty boy with such a strong understanding of biology. and minghao was thankful too! without biology being his strongest subject, he wouldn’t have an opportunity to get so close to his biology crush. (of course, he was only so good at the subject because he needed a distraction from his pretty seatmate. each class session he was invested in the lecture, solely because he needed a way to divert his attention away from you. you’d still find ways to sneak into his thoughts though, albeit without your knowledge <3) he was glad all of his hard work paid off, because now he has an excuse to meet with his biology crush :) he continued to hope that you would use only him for help, secretly wanting to get closer to you. now he finally had a chance!

writing a smutty continuation later of course, just want to start it off with a lil sweetness like i did with jeonghan’s <3

taglist: @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @luvseungcheol , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag , @writingbarnes , @dokyeomkyeom , @allieyaaa

[thewickedjazzy]

𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑰 :𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 𝒩𝒶𝓀𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶

𝑵𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂’𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒇 :-

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(smut:♨ fluff:𐀔 angst:☠︎︎ crack:☻)

➳ Book I : Write Me Off The Show:-

In two alternate universes with tragic fates—one where you met your end and another where chuuya did—what will happen when you both cross paths in an alternate universe?

₊⊹Part I (𐀔☠︎︎)

₊⊹Part II (𐀔☠︎︎)

₊⊹Part III (𐀔☠︎︎♨)

➳ Book II : ‟ Something on your mind, Nakahara?” (♨)

Enemies to Fuckers Lovers? it's been two years since you joined the port mafia and chuuya still gives you the cold shoulder like you’re some sort of personal vendetta. confused, you finally mustered up the courage to ask him straight up why he’s been acting like a dick? What’s his deal with you?

➳ Book III : Spitfire (☻) (vignette fic)

A crack vignette fic with a bunch of one shots.

➳ Book IV : I Wanna Hold You Just For Tonight. (☠︎︎)

beastzai is intensely toxic and manipulative towards you, treating you as his puppet. despite his twisted behaviour and control, you unexpectedly start developing feelings for chuuya.

©2024 @thewickedjazzy ─── please do not copy, translate, or post on any platform.

[i984]

Your Love, My Religion

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader

|Warnings|: Ooc! Wednesday Addams, childhood best friend! Wednesday Addams, canon-divergence because there's no Tyler, it's Parent's Weekend but this detail is useless, Pugsley LOVES you, kissing but weird 'cuz you'll see, author is in their experimental phase.

|Summary|: It only takes half a semester away and a stupid (yet surprising) school event to get Wednesday quit being a coward.

|A/n|: This was requested by my wife @wol-fica and reposted because yesterday the tags hate me.

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Bewitching.

You were that in so many ways.

And now, as Wednesday locks eyes with you from across the quad—past all the bustling crowd of students and parents of Nevermore Academy—she realizes the fact hasn't changed, not one bit.

Her foot took a step forward for her. Then another. And another. Before she knew it, she was already heading toward you—bumping and trampling past the people she couldn't care less for—her heart hammering wildly against her chest.

You've always had that effect on her.

When your parents brought you for a playdate years ago, Wednesday had locked you in one of the rooms of the Addams family mansion. But instead of crying or screaming for help, all she heard you do was mutter a small okay and bye-bye. 

And she was content to let you rot and die a slow death, but when she pressed her ear to the wood and heard your faint giggles, she had to open the door to see what had brought you glee amidst her kidnapping.

She found you—sitting with your legs crossed on the floor—petting Nero, her pet scorpion on your lap, with a fascinated look on your face.

Ever since that day, 5-year-old Wednesday Addams would invite you to playdates every week without fail with excuses like, "Nero loves your pets more than mine," or, "Nero wants you to come over."

Even after the scorpion's tragic death a year later, she allowed you to continue visiting her weekly. Your title had changed from 'playdate partner' to 'study partner' as soon as both of you went to the same elementary school, and you've been joined by the hips with the Addams girl ever since. 

The weekly visits grew into daily ones, and soon, Wednesday would spend nearly every waking hour of the day with you, filling her childhood with memories of endless thrilling adventures.

She'd never admit this to anyone, but she respects you for not judging her for who she is. Other people had called her a freak, a menace to society, and Wednesday couldn't care less about them, especially when you look at her with so much kindness and passion every time she talks about torture methods or unsolved murder cases. 

You were there when Pugsley was born, and Wednesday blames you for the tender personality his brother would later develop. In a way, you raised Pugsley just as much as she did, and it proved to earn you an unbreakable bond with the boy. 

And that's why as she gets close enough to you, she can see Pugsley standing on your side, holding your hand—a perfect mirror of the picture she had seen a thousand times growing up.

Her breathing quickens, and so do her steps; Wednesday was basically sprinting at you with butterflies in her stomach. But she didn't care because you met her halfway and embraced her with a ferocity that nearly matched hers. 

"I missed you so much," You whisper, and Wednesday swears to memorize the sweet sound. She hadn't realized how much she had missed hearing your voice until now.

"You came."

"Pugsley invited me for this Parent's Weekend thing," You mumbled into her shoulder before pulling back to look at her face properly, "I know it hasn't even been a semester since you moved, but I have to see you again."

Wednesday almost melts then and there at the intensity of your words and how you look at her with so much compassion and trust—like you knew she'd never hurt you or betray your devotion. 

And she wouldn't. Not when her lips are so close to yours, with your breath fanning her face, nose scrunched adorably. 

You look perfect, like the last time Wednesday was in the same position with you, the night before she had to leave for Jericho and this damned school that has cursed her entire being. 

Last time, she acted like the coward she was, turning her face away from your longing gaze, heart too weak to leave you if she'd kissed you goodbye. 

But now, as Fate has presented her a second chance, Wednesday grabbed your jaw and pressed her lips to yours. Unlike last time, her move was sure as she felt your soft silken lips on her chapped ones. And when you kissed her back—with the same tenderness that she finds in your eyes, words, and touch—warmth fills her pitch-black heart, luring her deeper into your spell.

She kisses you like a prayer—your lips the altar, your love her false God—and Wednesday now understands how man can sink so deep into their religions; to die for their Gods. 

Because she would die for you, kill for you, live for you, and unlike last time, she'd gladly sin over and over again, redeeming herself on the lips that perfectly match hers.

The bewitching you; her life was a living testament to that. And she'd never let you go.

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Tag list is in the comments or else this post breaks.

|A/n2|: I am never posting this day of the week ever again. Also I forgot to say thank you to 700 of you! 🥲💖

Edit: NOW I FORGOT TO ADD TAGS TO MY POST HELP WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME-

[happilyhertale]

what about a tom bennett x reader in which reader takes up the job as being a housekeeper for the bennett family? reader is sweet and a bit shy but douglas immediately takes her in and reassures her about everything.

tom develops something for the kind girl, him and her getting close and a secret relationship soon develops between the two. (fluff, angst, smutttt)

please?

Finding the courage – Tom Bennett x female!reader, Part 1

Summary: You spent a sheltered childhood in Brighton. Until the time when your father died. Your mother is overwhelmed with the role of caring mother, which eventually leads you to leave home and seek happiness elsewhere. But you have not in the least anticipated what or who awaits you in your new adopted home.

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warnings: In some parts smut as well as violence. There will be an extra warning for the respective parts.

Author’s note: Hey you (:

This short Tom Bennett story is based on the request that was sent to me. The story takes place before the first season of World on fire. I hope you will enjoy the story! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.6k

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Other stories of mine

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The sun slowly rises and envelops the sky in a fiery light pink. You see yellow fields, as far as the eye can see, pass by the window. All the rape fields melt before your eyes into huge, yellow expanses. In the distance, the yellow seems to kiss the still light pink shimmering sky.

Only now and then are the fields replaced by small sections of forest. In this early morning hour you see a few deer carelessly jumping across the fields and disappearing into the forest.

You have to smile a little at the image that presents itself to you here. It would indeed be a beautiful moment, if your overall situation did not leave you in a worried, if not anxious mood.

In the middle of the night you finally got the courage to leave your old life behind. You got on the train in Brighton and just wanted to leave.

Your thoughts take you back to your childhood. To a time when everything was still fine. To a time when your father was still alive. He died when you were nine years old and nothing was the same. Everything changed from one moment to the next. He was the one who took care of you, who made you feel safe. Your mother was also loving towards you. As best she could... It's just not in her blood to be a caring mother, but you can't judge her for that.

It wasn't easy for her either to lose your father. They loved each other in their own way and his sudden loss was difficult for her to cope with. Likewise, he was the one who had a good job and brought home money regularly. Financially you were not doing badly, your father earned a lot of money. But when he died, his income was missing, and at some point it was clear that your mother would have to look for a job again. Her savings were almost exhausted.

She found a job relatively quickly. At first she worked in a grocery shop. But after a while she lost the job. Then she worked in a small library, but she also lost that job after a few months. Then she started as a cleaner in a restaurant. But that job didn't last long either. It went well for a few years, but then suddenly she couldn't find work. She was in the awkward position of having to earn money at any cost because you were still at school and couldn't support her by finding a job yourself.

And so she started seeing men. Not to get to know them better, but to earn money. She was a very pretty woman. She is tall, which usually got her most of the attention as soon as she entered a room. She was not too thin, nor too fat. Her curves adorned her body in all the right places, and the overall outer appearance was rounded off by her long legs. Her long brown hair usually fell down her back. But almost the most beautiful thing about her were her large green eyes, which she always accentuated with a little eye shadow. You have often been told that you are the image of your mother. Her looks helped her to date men and ask for money in return. At first she went out to dinner with the men or accompanied them to important occasions. At least that's what she told you. But at some point you realised that it was stressful for her to meet these men and she started drinking regularly. The fact that these men she met showed up at your door from time to time and wanted to "see" your mother certainly contributed to her unpleasant situation. And her new lifestyle ensured that she lost her natural beauty.

It happened more and more often that you came home from school at noon and your mother was lying unconscious on your sofa. There were empty wine bottles all over the house and she would just snore quietly. Consequently, there was no lunch for you either and from that point on you started making sure that there were regular meals and that the household was run.

So you started cooking for yourself and your big brother and keeping the house clean. Your brother, who was still living with you at the time, regularly fought with the men outside your door, but he soon moved out. He couldn't take it any more and wanted to seek his fortune in London.

So it was just you and your mother. You have a rather shy personality, but you are not helpless. And so it was now your job to drive away the uninvited guests at your door. It is also thanks to your shyness that you have few friends. You need time to warm up to people, but few take the time to really get to know you. But that meant you had no one to talk to about these problems.

But still, from time to time there were people in your life with whom you could talk about your problems. Because even though you don't have many friends, you have had romantic relationships. Two men have already managed to get closer to you. They were very caring and sweet, but in the end it just wasn't what you were looking for and so you ended both of those relationships.

When you finished school, you started working in a pub, as a waitress. You worked many nights and served the men of the town. The work gave you good and not so good experiences. But what you can say is that you love to drink a beer or two, have nice conversations and dance. The beer probably helps you to dare to go out on the dance floor.

But after you started saving a little money, your mother also started talking more and more about how you could support her in her work. That if you double-dated with men, you could just make more money. Of course you refused and told her that would never happen. That was the moment when you first thought about moving out.

For a few weeks she left you alone with the subject, but then she started talking about it again and became very insistent. You had the feeling that there was someone else behind it and that she was not acting out of her own desire.

One evening your mother was unbearable. She kept trying to convince you that you could at least come to dinner with her and a certain man. When you got tired of contradicting her, you agreed.

You agreed to go out for dinner with your mother and a strange man the next evening. And she seemed somehow relieved.

Then you went to your room because you had to work that night and you had to get ready for it. But when you were in your room, you packed your things. Now you've had enough. You didn't want to stay in that place and start seeing random men for money. And just like your brother, you would seek your fortune elsewhere now. Maybe in London, like your brother.

You have taken your old backpack and packed it with the most important things. From the box under your bed you took out all your savings. With this, you can at least buy yourself something to eat for a while.

After you had packed everything you needed, you walked over to your window and carefully threw your backpack out of the window. You walked through your room one last time, taking one last look around. You sighed, now you would leave your home, but somehow you were not sad about it. Once again you looked in the mirror hanging in your room. You took a deep breath and left your room.

When you came to the living room, your mother was sitting there drinking her wine.

"Goodbye, Mum"

She smiled at you, "See you later my darling. Have a good time at work. See you tomorrow night at the latest!"

You nodded at her and smiled.

You have left the house. It's summer and as you stood outside the door, a light breeze was blowing. It smelled like rain.

You walked around the house and picked up your backpack. Slowly you walked down the street where you grew up. You took another look at the neighbours' houses and the gardens. You had to smile, countless times you had played there. Seeing the area for the last time made you a little sad... But it was the only right thing to do. At the end of the street you turned off and the pub appeared at the end. As you entered, the familiar cloud of smoke met you and loud music played.

You walked through the dancing people and are greeted by some of the guests. You walked straight ahead to the bar.

"Ey! Y/n! I'm glad you're here!"

He smiled at you until his expression became questioning, " Why do you have a backpack?" your boss asked you.

"Yea.. Frank... I need to talk to you."

He lookes at you worriedly, "Is everything alright?"

You nodded, "I will go... I'm going to leave Brighton. Tonight. Preferably now. I don't know where to go... And I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell my mother?"

He looked at you startled, "Wow.... Y/n... do you think this is the right decision?"

Again, you just nodded.

"Okay... then... come here one last time," and he opened his arms.

The older, slightly chubby man wraped you tightly in his arms. During the time you worked here, he always took good care of you and looked after you.

"Now I'll probably lose a lot of tips".

You laughed.

"But wait!" he went to his cash register and took out some money.

"Take this as your pay, for the hours you've already worked this week".

Shocked, you looked at him, he put about two hundred pounds in your hand, "No Frank! That's too much!"

"Don't argue! Please take it" he just put his hands in his pocket so you couldn't give him the money back.

You smiled and hugged him again, "Thank you..."

He hugged you tightly, "Take care of yourself, will ya?"

You nodded, "I'm not very talkative, but quick-witted!"

He nodded at you and you turned and made your way to the exit of the pub.

After a short walk you have reached the station. There were hardly any people at the station, probably because it was already late. After finding out which train was leaving next, you decided not to go to London. Because if you really wanted to go to London, you would have had to spend the whole night at the station, because the next train to London didn't leave until the next day. But you didn't feel like doing that. So you just got on the next train and let yourself be surprised where you'd arrive. It didn't matter now anyway.

And so it came to pass that you are sitting on the train watching the sunrise. You are sure that you have made the right decision, but you still feel insecure.

But you will just have the courage and get off at the next station.

You notice that the train is slowing down and you sigh. You get up from your seat, adjust your dress and slowly put on your backpack.

The train slowly pulls into the station and as it comes to a stop, you open the door. You step out onto the platform and look around. Not many, but some people are walking hurriedly around you. Either they want to board the train or they are leaving the platform.

You have been watching them for some time. But as you stand alone on the platform and the train starts to leave again, you walk along the platform.

You come to a sign and you stop. Your gaze goes up to read the sign.

It says "Manchester".

You sigh, "Okay... Manchester it is".

Slowly you walk to the end of the platform. As you leave the station, you realise that you don't even know where you are going. But the best thing to do is probably to find the city centre first.

You walk through the streets of Manchester, trying to find your way around. Many small houses decorate the streets, creating a pleasant atmosphere. And you see at least as many small shops that look very inviting. At first glance, you like the city. You spend some time strolling through the streets and looking at the shop windows.

But when you pass a bakery, you realise how hungry you actually are. You go in and buy some rolls.

You continue on your way and slowly eat one of the rolls.

It is getting close to mid-afternoon when you pass a factory.

Then you notice an elderly man standing in front of a factory. He is trying to talk to the people walking past him. Until you realise that he is handing out leaflets, or at least he is trying to. Because most people just walk past him without paying attention or turn away from him.

Somehow you can't stop watching him. Until a pretty young lady comes out of the factory and walks straight up to him. She smiles at him and they talk. You are almost startled as they walk away together. Is this his ploy? You watch them for a moment and the young lady seems to really go with him.

Slowly you walk on, around the factory and discover an industrial area. At least that's what it seems like. But as you get closer, you see that there are just a lot of buildings that seem to be empty. The sun is slowly setting and you decide to see if you can sleep in one of the buildings. You notice a small stream at the edge of the site and since there are few people around here, behind the factory, even animals dare to approach the stream.

As you walk across the grounds, you soon discover a small cottage standing in the middle of all the big empty buildings and you go towards it. You try to open the door, but it is very difficult to open. With all your strength you push against the door and it slowly opens. You look behind the door and some beams are lying there. After you have closed the door behind you, you lock it with the beams that are lying there on the floor.

As you turn into the room, you notice that there are curtains in front of the windows. At least they used to be curtains. But it makes the room almost homely. You go further into the house and in a room at the back you see a sofa. It looks reasonably clean. You decide to stay here. At least for the summer. For the winter you should find something else.

You sit down on the sofa with a sigh and realise how tired you really are.

You look out of the window and see that it is almost dark. You take a small blanket from your backpack and put it over you. The sofa is very small, but still comfortable. You try to make yourself comfortable on it. After you have turned back and forth a few times, you lie on your back and look up at the ceiling. Gradually it gets darker and darker and you can't stop thinking. Your thoughts turn to your mother, who is probably waiting for you to finally show up so that you can have dinner with her and the man. You turn on your side and look into the dark room. Tomorrow you should really get a job here so you can find a small flat or a room. That was probably your last clear thought, because the next moment the sun is slowly rising.

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[mochademic]

100 Days of Productivity [Day: 86] || 100 Jours de Productivité [Jour: 86]

the smell of books in the library. hearing the coffee bubbling in the carafe. same thing said in multiple languages – "beautiful," I say.

it's been busy. so busy. but that's nothing new. & I'm certainly not complaining. my 3 month review is in sight & it makes me so nervous. things have been going very well but I still fear anything I may be missing that may have not been brought to my attention.

I've taken to visiting the university library twice a week in order to give myself a place to study. there isn't anything wrong with home, necessarily, but it's always been easier for me to focus in that kind of setting.

academic work:

-review imperfect tense -start paragraph assignment

freelance work:

-develop film for prints -apply for tables at summer markets [yikes] -level book press

office work:

-answer all emails -finish period end work

currently listening // Kalatea by Kyon Grey

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thank you @zzzzzestforlife for the tag! [game explanation here & picrew here]

what I look like vs. what I want to look like

because I would love to have purple eyes and be dressed with a mini wizard hat to match my outfit!

I tag: @moonshine-mocha , @vounnasi , @megumi-fm , @halcyonem & anyone else who would like do try! ~ <3 [sorry if I'm re-tagging you ^^"]

l'odeur des livres dans la bibliothèque. entendre le café bouillonner dans la carafe. la même chose dite dans plusieurs langues - "magnifique", dis-je.

j'ai été très occupée. très occupée. mais ce n'est pas nouveau. et je ne me plains certainement pas. mon évaluation de trois mois est en vue et elle me rend très nerveuse. les choses se sont très bien passées mais je crains toujours de manquer quelque chose qui n'aurait pas été porté à mon attention.

J'ai pris l'habitude de me rendre à la bibliothèque de l'université deux fois par semaine afin de me donner un endroit où étudier. il n'y a rien de mal à être chez soi, mais il m'a toujours été plus facile de me concentrer dans ce genre d'environnement.

travail académique :

-révision de l'imparfait -commencer un travail sur un paragraphe

travail en free-lance :

-développer des films pour des tirages -candidature pour les tables des marchés d'été [aïe]. -mettre à niveau les presses à livres

travail de bureau :

-répondre à tous les courriels -finir le travail de fin de période

chanson // Kalatea par Kyon Grey

[b1ackbunny]

DIRTY DANCER

CH. 0 | PROLOGUE

A Tatter smau-ish ff

pairing: tatter x fem!creator!oc (laura wen yu)

synopsis: just like the saying goes, first impressions go a long way. when laura wen yu and kim taeyoung meet in rather sour circumstances, they both develop firm beliefs that they will never truly get along. but over time, their two worlds keep colliding beyond their control and the underlying tensions begin to build. the two explore the line between love and hate, but on which side will they ultimately fall?

word count: n/a

warnings: au, no mentions of swf or smf (but mentions of the contestants), bad writing, friendly violence, a little inaccurate, suggestive language, toxic relationship tendencies, cheating, unedited

previous: laura’s rat colony

next: chapter 1

taglist (open!):

masterlist

a/n: hello party peopleee!!! welcome to the spin-off of love lies where it’s tatter x laura!!! I really hope y’all enjoy this + this doesn’t count as officially starting it so shhh updates will be on the slower side compared to love lies🧎🏽‍♀️also synopsis might be changed but keeps the same general idea bc I’m trash at writing those so don’t mind it 🙏🏽 comment if y’all wanna be added to the taglist 🫶🏽 (too lazy to change somi’s text to yeji so just vibe)

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[mcronnie-arc]

LILI REINHART? não! é apenas VERONICA STORMI MCKINNEY, ela é DEVOTA DE HERA (FILHA DE HÉCATE) do chalé 21 e tem VINTE E TRÊS ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ela está no NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há 10 ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, RONNIE é bastante CRIATIVA, mas também dizem que ela é EMOTIVA. Mas você sabe como Hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

faz parte dos filhos da magia e é instrutora de furtividade e espionagem.

Quando se fala de herança, há diversos tipos; herança em dinheiro, influência, conhecimento, contatos… e embora no mundo mortal se pense primeiro na herança que importa como famílias de longa linhagem de contatos e dinheiro, educação e influência, e que obviamente não faria mal algum contar com tal ajuda. Entretanto, existe uma realidade por além da névoa, que marca famílias desde o auge da civilização Grega. Famílias que não perderam completamente suas linhagens, que carregaram suas crenças apesar da estranheza e perseguição que o paganismo causava. Precisaram se esconder, disfarçar para sobreviver, mas nunca abandonaram suas origens e crenças, ensinaram seus filhos os contos, os nomes dos deuses, titãs e monstros. Justificavam eventos estranhos com a presença dos deuses, ainda que nem todos de suas linhagens nascessem com o dom de ver através da névoa. Por vezes, o legado parecia uma maldição, porém, famílias são chamadas assim por um motivo, e são feitas para se manterem juntas. 

E foi assim que os Makinnis seguiram migrando, seguindo bons ventos que lhes sopravam dicas valiosas de para onde deveriam seguir, lidando com um ou outro semideus que nasciam dentro da família… Não tinha como evitar, restavam poucas famílias que resistiam e seguiam ainda o paganismo em uma linhagem tão longa, eram uma atração à parte para os deuses, e uma honra para os Makinnis mais antigos. E de tanto se mudarem, os Makinnis se tornaram McKinney em algum ponto, provavelmente em um dos momentos em que precisaram fugir da perseguição religiosa. Desde a década de 60, se estabeleceram em Los Angeles.

Algumas pessoas vivem assombradas pelo gostinho do  “e se”, e outras, têm a sorte que o Ethan teve de ter absoluta certeza de como teria sido sua vida se tivesse tomado outro caminho. Caso ele não tivesse decidido encerrar sua carreira nos palcos para se dedicar à paternidade, caso ele não tivesse entendido que dentro de um ônibus de banda; cercado de fãs, drogas, uma rotina de estúdio e shows não era o jeito de criar uma criança que já havia sido rejeitada pela mãe. Ethan não apenas sabia como teria sido seu futuro. Ele aproveitou do gosto por alguns anos, e por isso ele nunca permitiu que Veronica se culpasse pelo que havia escolhido abrir mão. Desde que ela entrou na equação, Ethan McKinney e Veronica McKinney eram a dupla principal, e ele fez e continua fazendo de tudo para que sua garotinha não sentisse tanto que tivesse sido rejeitada pela mãe. 

Qualquer um deveria saber que Hécate não era o tipo de mãe que ficaria em casa e assistiria as apresentações de ginástica de Ronnie. Tanto Ethan quanto Veronica tinham o conhecimento suficiente para saber que não havia sido uma escolha aleatória, não eram ingênuos, tudo foi pensado visando apenas a linhagem sanguínea, a possibilidade de uma criança bruxa com chances de brilhantismo. Mas Ronnie, se ressentiu pela frustração de seu pai, e seu pai por sua vez se doía por achar que Veronica precisava de uma mãe. Talvez nenhum dos dois tivessem desconfiança de Hécate se houvessem tirado esse elefante branco da sala mais cedo, porém, quando aconteceu, era tarde demais; nenhum dos dois tinha mais qualquer interesse em se aproximar de Hécate.

Começou a frequentar o acampamento ainda bem cedo, aos treze anos. Voltava do treino de ginástica quando foi atacada por uma dracaenae, e apenas conseguiu escapar com ajuda de Hera, que lhe orientou telepaticamente. Unindo as orientações e suas habilidades de ginástica, e as pequenas competências com magia, que já treinava em casa, conseguiu fugir o suficiente para Argos a encontrar, matar a dracaenae e apresentar o acampamento meio sangue. 

A verdade é que quando se tratava de uma deusa, rejeição com sua prole não devia ser a palavra, e tão pouco o sentimento que Veronica deveria alimentar sobre ela, porém talvez fosse um pouco inevitável, quando nem mesmo depois que passou a frequentar o acampamento durante todos os verões entre os treze e dezessete anos, e seguir os desejos da deusa teve alguma atenção dela. Diferente, entretanto, de Hera, a deusa que lhe instigou a segui-la e dedicar-suas habilidades para atender seus interesses, pois se havia algo em que a McKinney era boa, essa coisa era em ser grata.

Ela era uma boa ginasta, com potencial, mas abandonou quando começou a frequentar o acampamento. Assim como tem habilidades artísticas apuradas, sempre se destacou na música, aprendeu desde cedo a tocar alguns instrumentos e a cantar, era uma homenagem e pedido do pai, e fazia com tanto orgulho que até que era mais por ela, que por outra pessoa.

No entanto, talvez sua melhor habilidade fosse em conseguir coisas. Preferencialmente coisas valiosas; quanto mais alto precisar apostar ou barganhar por elas, melhor! Aprendeu a blefar, afanar, localizar e chantagear para acumular itens que considera valiosos, e nisso, foi onde Hera mais encontrou utilidade para si. Era uma via de mão dupla, as duas ganhavam, porque ela adorava receber a atenção da deusa que todos diziam ser tão difícil de lidar e agradar, mas que para si, parecia tão admirável. 

Veronica não sabe matar. Se a pedir, a feiticeira pode lhe fornecer poções para imobilizar, congelar, iniciar incêndios e até para amores falsos que se parecem verdadeiros, mas caso peça um veneno letal, para uma missão que seja, ela não vai poder ajudar. Algo nela a impede, e por isso, Ronnie não tem interesse em sair em missões de resgate ou qualquer uma onde acabe precisando enfrentar monstros, menos ainda enfrentar outros semideuses. Seu único medo, entre tudo de mais perigoso que ser um semideus a proporciona, é perder sua essência e se tornar apenas uma assassina. Nem mesmo se for para a própria sobrevivência. 

Magia de Localização: Ronnie consegue rastrear objetos e até pessoas, contando que saiba o que está procurando. Precisa conhecer ou visualizar, em caso de objetos inanimados, que é como a magia funciona melhor e para distâncias maiores. No caso de pessoas, a magia funciona em distância bem menores e ela precisa ter alguma familiaridade com a pessoa antes de conseguir rastreá-la. 

Ophis Thaleros: A serpente graciosa; um colar de serpente que ao ser tirado do pescoço por Veronica, se torna um chicote de Ferro Estígio com punho de couro. As texturas de escamas de cobra do colar ainda estão presentes também no chicote quando ele se transforma, e podem ser usadas tanto para dar aderência ou machucar o alvo, dependendo da vontade do seu portador, uma vez que as escamas podem se levantar, tornando a arma bem dolorosa ao toque ou ótima para agarrar ou firmar-se em coisas. No fim do comprimento, a ponta quase furta cor é uma pequena lâmina afiada que pode ser banhada em veneno e assim se tornar letal em batalhas, ao cortar os oponentes. Seu alcance é variado, podendo alcançar diferentes distâncias dependendo da necessidade.

[deceptaconn]

HIPPOLYTA: What is your biggest regret? & 💞 - expressing their feelings (for daphne)

HIPPOLYTA ; WHAT'S YOUR BIGGEST REGRET? ( cw: illness / c*vid related death )

a loaded question, especially for daphne, who ( secretly ) has more regrets than not. she puts on a well-crafted smile and opens her mouth to speak some fanciful tale about turning down styling olivia rodrigo before she blew up, but the truth caught her breath like a fishhook in the cheek. with a pained sigh, she forces herself to answer -- ugh -- honestly. "well, probably not visiting my dad when he got sick. he had a good heart, never smoked, ran every day, got double vaccinated... then in 2021, he finally caught it-- you know, it. he passed within the week." daphne, with a well-guarded heart and a strong desire not to cry, she put on a polite smile, a silent panic settling in her chest, fearful that she'd shared too much. "lesson learned," she perked herself up, shaking off the pain of remembering that made her feel like grinding to a halt, eager to finish the subject and move on, "time with your loved ones is precious. cherish it. now, i'd really love to talk about the upcoming taottao collection..."

💞 - how good is daphne at expressing their feelings?

not good at all. that's what daphne should say. instead, she says, "i'm quite guarded but i try," which is a half-lie at best. daphne is open with very few people in her lives -- her sisters, her daughters, and, sometimes, her therapist, but she could never bring herself to expand that umbrella of vulnerability. it had led her to pain and danger too many times in her past.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Team Betrayal | Red Bull! Reader x Platonic! Grid

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N races for Red Bull but when she's caught out drinking another brand, she enacts her revenge until the Grid outs her snitched.

Apologies but this is a female reader.

Warning: Bad writing. I'm not sure what this is but it was prompted between an energy drink dilemma I had the other day.

There is no timeline for this. Make it up.

Main Masterlist.

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Swiping away the sweat that ran down the back of her neck, Y/N grinned at the camera, drinking in the euphoric energy enveloping her on all sides.

"Thank you for joining us after such a long day." The interviewer beamed, pleased to have been able to catch the Red Bull racer before debrief started. "How're you feeling? You look absolutely drenched."

"Yes. Max thought he was funny tipping the entire can of Red Bull over my head. I'll wash my hair three times and still go home smelling of the stuff." Y/N joked, dabbing the drop of sticky liquid rolling down her forehead.

Pleased that the conversation had naturally developed down that path, the interviewer smirked at the camera before turning their attention back to you. "So, you've been driving for Red Bull for 2 years now? Is it safe to say you're also a big fan of the drink?"

She laughed nervously, unsure why such an odd question was being asked after a Grand Prix. Usually the media used this opportunity to ask how she felt about losing/her teammate winning. Again. "Who isn't?" Y/N joked.

Whipping out her phone, the interviewer (dressed in traitorous McLaren orange) thrust it in front of her face. The grin from Y/N's face instantly dropped as she squinted against the blinding sun. Disbelief painted her face.

"Where did you get that? That's actually me!"

"One of your fellow racers provided it earlier." The interviewer informed, tucking away the damning photo of Y/N drinking a can of Monster Energy, dressed in her Red Bull racing suit and attempting to hide her behaviour behind a laughing Lando Norris.

"Who?!"

"I'm afraid we're not at liberty to say. We promised confidentiality in favour of the photo," teased the interviewer.

"That's my face." Y/N's eyes darkened challengingly. She leaned into the microphone, staring down the camera. "In that case, those boys won't know a moment of peace until I get my answer."

She straightened just as soon after, smile flickering back into place as she heard her name being called. "Oops, I was meant to be in debrief a minute again. Thanks for talking to me. Catch you later!"

"Thank you for your time." The interviewer called after the retreating navy figure. She turned back to the camera. "Ladies and Gentleman, I think it's safe to say that Y/N Y/L/N is as ferocious off the track as she is on it. I don't know about you but I would not want to be a member of the Grid this evening."

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The interview went viral.

YourUserName this you? (She retweeted with a pic of Lando wearing a Monster Energy hat, a can of Red Bull in hand)

→ LandoNorris no.

User 1 not Lando deliberately lying about his own face

User 2 oh, no. Lando. What have you started?

User 3 not me checking my phone every 2 seconds to see if Y/N has posted after she vowed vengence.

→ Your User Name 👀👀

User 4 don't drag poor Maxie into this. He's always seen drinking Red Bull.

User 5 she never was good enough for the team, hope they drop her after this.

User 6 may as well just go to McLaren with how much time she spends with them.

OscarPiastri just a warning. I can hear her laughing evilly next door.

YourUserName so just to clear a few things up. I have never bought a Monster Energy in my life.

YourUse Name i am always supplied with them by people who are attempting to remain innocent in this scandal.

PierreGASLY yeah, well. My shoes are cleaner than yours so...

→ LandoNorris you sure showed her.

User 7 not the Grid coming for my girl only to end up fighting for their lives.

User 8 coming for his teammate

User 9 not the whole Grid teasing her for betraying Red Bull

User 10 always knew Max didn't like them. This just confirms

YourUserName not you too. You said you had my back

→ Max33Verstappen this is why you didn't get on the podium

Max33Verstappen not my babies?!

→ YourUserName i may not have a podium but I do have your cats.

→ Charles_Leclerc you're making this worse for yourself

→ YourUserName watch out or Leo's next

→ Charles_Leclerc *horrified gasp*

User 11 alex fighting for his innocence.

User 12 the Grid are feeding us tonight.

User 13 what's the odds that they're fighting for their lives in the gc?

User 14 bet they're compiling a list of times they gave her Monster

→ User 15 trying to figure out who might be next

User we found the snitch

User 2 anyone else see Red Bull lurking in the likes?

LandoNorris @ danielricciardo this is why she didn't respond

Max33Verstappen daniel's currently crying.

redbullracing christian said you have a meeting with PR tomorrow.

→ YourUserName crap.

User 3 can we take a moment to appreciate all the Grid content we got this evening?

→ User 4 and look at how quick Y/N's responses were. Boo was ready for them.

→ User 5 what are the odds they were all sitting next to their phones, terrified every time it buzzed

→ lilymhe can confirm.

[itsvixx0]

Love Letters [Shuichi Saihara x Reader]

FIRST FANFIC I'VE EVER WRITTEN !!!! HVSAUADCHKCBK

[Copy and pasted from my Wattpad]

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Finally.

Today was the day.

The day when you finally build up enough self-confidence in yourself to tell your crush your true feelings.

You and Shuichi had been friends ever since grade school. You two would do basically everything together. Every sleepover, every birthday party, he was always there by your side and you were always by his.

But recently.. you've started to develop strong feelings for him. Romantic feelings to be specific, and you had no idea what to do about it besides tell him.

It was the end of 4th period, and the halls were quickly filled up with everyone trying to get to their locker for the last class. You had spent some time in between periods to write a certain special note for a certain special someone.

You placed the note in your pocket as you started to shove in between people to get to [F/C]

After a few minutes of trying not to lose your balance through the crowd of students, you made it to your last lesson. You sat down at your usual spot and re-read your note one last time. You looked at Shuichi who was in the front of the class, taking notes and listening to everything the teacher was saying. He looked so pretty...his golden eyes, his navy blue hair...

After an hour, you finished your assignment for the day and turned it in. Luckily, it wasn't quite time to go yet. You still had...a good 15 minutes left of the day and everyone started to just goof around for a bit.

After a few seconds of hesitation, you let out a very deep sigh and walked over to the detective. He was reading a book when he noticed you in front of him.

"Oh hello, Y/N."

He gave you a small smile and put a bookmark inside of his novel before looking up at you.

You decide to not beat around the bush at all and try to get this confession over with as quick as possible. You pull out the note and shove it towards Shuichi's chest. He seems confused.

"Y/N? What...is this?"

He slowly unfolds the paper, but before he can actually read a full sentence, a boy too familiar appears behind him and snatches the note out of his hand.

"Oh? What's this?"

He roughly grabs the paper and runs away from the two of you.

"Kokichi! You asshole, give that back!"

You shout, running across the classroom, chasing him...If he reads that note, it's completely over for you.

"Nishishi! You gotta catch me first!~"

He giggles while opening the letter and reading it out loud for everyone to hear. The class turns their attention to the scene in front of them.

'Dear Shuichi, ever since middle school, I've been having romantic feelings for you! I just love your blue hair and the way that you're so incredibly kind to me! You're so perfect in every way. You never fail to make me smile, even when I'm sad. You give me one look and I melt. I have liked you forever and I'm so glad that I have the chance to talk to you as much as I do. I'm glad that you've been there for me ever since we were kids. I hope that you can return my feelings. Love, Y/N!'

. . .

You're absolutely frozen in place as Kokichi finishes his last words. The classroom got quiet and you could feel everyone's eyes on you. You look at Shuichi from across the classroom and he's just..staring at the supreme leader with a shocked expression, then he looks back at you. You snatch the note out of Kokichi's hands and throw it in the trash. You can feel tears start to form in your eyes and you run out of the room, crying. This was the most embarrassment you've ever felt in your entire life.

You slam the door to the classroom, not caring if a teacher heard or not, and you sit down against a wall, feeling ashamed.

'That damn jackass...'

After a few moments, you hear the door open. You don't even bother to see who it is.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

A deep, soft voice spoke out to you, yet you buried your head in your knees.

"Yeah...just peachy..." You mumble.

Suddenly, you feel him sit next to you on the tiled floor. His shoulder touching yours.

"Y/N...was...all of that true?" He asks in a quiet tone.

You roll your eyes as you wipe your face with the sleeve of your (shirt/hoodie/etc.). "It doesn't matter..."

"What are you talking about? Of course, it matters...I just wish you would have said something sooner." Shuichi sighs. You could feel him hesitantly place his cold hand on top of yours.

"What do you...what do you mean?" You ask him.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is that...if that note really were your true feelings, then I think it's safe to say that I return them." The blue-haired boy smiled at you. It wasn't often that he did that, but this was a very heartfelt special occasion for him.

You look up at him, eyes all red and puffy from crying as he pulls you into a tight hug. After a few moments, he suddenly pulls away and plants a quick kiss on your lips. You can tell that he was very hesitant to do that and his red face made that even more evident.

"Thank you for...just for everything."

Shuichi smiles at you and hugs you once more, placing his chin on your shoulder.

"Oh and by the way, I talked to Kokichi and he said that he was sorry." He whispered.

You roll your eyes at the thought of him.

"He's probably lying, anyways..."

"When is he not?"

You two laugh and smile, looking into each others eyes.

You don't know whether to be thankful for his antics or absolutely despise him because of it.

All you know is that you're finally in love. And nothing can change that.

[kaasism]

𝒲ℰ, at KAASISM, deeply appreciate the unwavering support you have shown our artists and projects. We understand that recent events have raised concerns and questions, and we are committed to addressing them with transparency and accountability. We are dedicated to creating a thriving environment for our talent, and we recognize that we have fallen short in certain areas. And with that being said the hiatus of KAASISM has been ceased.

We acknowledge that our agency has faced significant challenges, impacting the well-being and development of some of our artists. We are taking these issues seriously and are implementing changes to ensure a more supportive and equitable environment for all.

1NSOMNIA

As many of you know, 1nsomnia was formed as a temporary project, through the survival show Chasing Dreams (이게 우리 꿈이야). We are incredibly grateful for the dedication and hard work of all the members, who brought their unique talents and personalities to the group. However, as the project was always intended to be temporary, the members have now returned to their respective agencies. With the majority of the members returning to their original companies (Minks and Hyunwoo to Woollim, Imsan to Yuehua, and Ryder to Bluis Ent), it became inevitable to terminate 1nsomnia's contracts. We wish all the members the very best in their future endeavors and hope that you will continue to support them in their individual careers. Thank you for your incredible support of 1nsomnia. “You’ve finally fallen asleep, you no longer have insomnia. See us in your dreams. This was 1nsomnia.”

MIDNIGHT - @kaasism-midnight

We know the creative differences that came between Midnight and the sub-agency, leading to a disconnection in their musical direction. We sincerely apologize for the frustration this caused. We are also deeply concerned about Jori's health and are providing him with the necessary support and care. Midnight is currently working on and completing their new comeback as seven, and we are committed to working with the members to determine a path forward that prioritizes their well-being and creative vision.

MOON

It is with heavy hearts that we officially announce the disbandment of Moon as they’ve decided this was right after embarking on their solo careers and being inactive as a group for 11 months. This decision was reached after careful consideration and discussions with the members. We understand that this news will come as a disappointment to many, and we want to express our sincere gratitude for the unwavering support you have shown Moon throughout their journey. We are incredibly proud of the talent, dedication, and passion that each member brought to the group. We wish them all the best in their future endeavors. We will always cherish the memories and achievements of Moon, and we hope that you will continue to support the members as they embark on new chapters in their lives.

CozV3n

We understand the excitement surrounding the potential collaboration between 1nsomnia and Midnight. However, due to the circumstances surrounding both groups, (1nsomnia being disbanded obviously removing 6 of the members, Midnight’s hiatus) the project has been put on an indefinite hiatus. We are exploring alternative avenues to bring this project to fruition in the future.

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We understand that rebuilding trust takes time and effort. We are committed to working hard to regain your confidence and to create a positive and supportive environment for our artists. We appreciate your continued support and understanding as we work towards a brighter future for KAASISM and our talent.

Sincerely,

The KAASISM Team

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@{m4nchaes} ♥︎9.2k ↳what the actual fuck! they DID NOT just bomb us with allat that info like that! basically 3 disbandments, a potential new group and a new member of midnight…😦, & in one post too, thats so disrespectful and disappointing imo. we wanted clarity on the situation but not like this..this is bad.

@{starlightmuii} ♥︎7.6k ↳ I understand that the company had inside corruption going on, but to go ghost as a company with thriving artist is stupid. Like we haven’t heard pipshit about our fav grps in 7 long ass months. Do Better 🤷🏾‍♀️.

@{hearts_4_liea} ♥︎12k ↳ Moon has been MIA for decades, idk why some crescents are surprised at this. I honestly thought their disbandment information was alr known. Nothing in this announcement rlly comes as a shocker as yall hyped it up to be, they’ve been pulling shit like this from Ora-nelle was the Ceo. Kaasism has tm going on they need to sort and care for their artist b4 dreaming about creating another group.

@{momimunch} ♥︎4.1k ↳ i was lowkey excited for cozven 😭. kaasism’s mismanagement has to be studied cs how do you fck up this bad??

@{shimja3yun_gf} ♥︎3.5k ↳ i could already feel that their artist are going to start dropping like flies after this 😪

[thewickedjazzy]

𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑰𝑰 : 𝓞𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓾 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊'𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒇 :-

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(smut:♨ fluff:𐀔 angst:☠︎︎ crack:☻)

➳ Book I : Villain Of My Own Story (☠︎︎♨)

You are Dazai’s favorite executive, known for avoiding unnecessary bloodshed. Yet, despite your efforts, his relentless control over your actions leaves you trapped, forcing you to do things you never imagined yourself doing.

➳ Book II : Perfectly Imperfect (𐀔☠︎︎)

Headcanons: Dazai x OCD reader

➳ Book III : House On Fire (☠︎︎♨)(unreleased)

➳ Book IV : Spitfire (☻)

A crack vignette fic with a bunch of one shots.

➳ Book V : I Wanna Hold You Just For Tonight. (☠︎︎)

beastzai is intensely toxic and manipulative towards you, treating you as his puppet. despite his twisted behaviour and control, you unexpectedly start developing feelings for chuuya.

©2024 @thewickedjazzy ─── please do not copy, translate, or post on any platform.

[dragonet-era]

I've been wanting to write/draw stories about Chuuya joining ADA for a while now but my sketches are all very unorganised throughout a timeline I have in my head. So I will take this opportunity to rant about my headcanon of the possibility alternate universe that Asagiri hinted at the end of Beast: "leaves the Port Mafia and follows Dazai"

'Take this opportunity' because Tumblr has unlimited characters and I'm basically talking to air where I can comfortably get it off my mind and archive my ideas. Nobody is going to read this.

In my head, they are two possible ways this can play out:

Like Beast, shifting reality with the power of the book

No book, have Dazai manipulate the situation so Chuuya leaves Port Mafia

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Like Beast, shifting reality with the power of the book

Beast AU Dazai had the knowledge of what happens in other realities or at least from the 'original' which is the main storyline. That means:

Dazai knows Paul Verlaine will come

Paul Verlaine would kill the Flags

The book still require some coherent storyline for it to shift reality. So with the power of the book Dazai can write that Chuuya knew that if he stayed in the Mafia, Paul Verlaine would come and kill the Flags. For the sake of the Flags, Chuuya would leave the Port Mafia along with Dazai.

Do they go straight to the ADA after this? Would ADA be able to prevent the catastrophe Verlaine would bring?

ADA has Yosano and Ranpo on board so I'd think they have a chance? Plus they would have plenty more time to prepare for Verlaine's arrival (get the damn Special Ability Division on board if they have to)

Dazai & Chuuya: We bring trouble to you all please adopt us

Fukuzawa: wtf

Which is why I had this headcanon drawn, of what Chuuya would wear if he made it into ADA at the age of 16 after the King of Assassin event. I posted on my Instagram with plans for a redraw in the future

There are undoubtedly consequences to this reality shift with the biggest one being the Flags surviving but becoming Chuuya's enemy

Chuuya would stay with the ADA since he "betrayed the Mafia" for the Flags? But at the same time he becomes their enemy? But he also can't really explain to them why he had to do what he had done? Because it doesn't matter either way they were going to be enemies? And Chuuya is fine with it because he cares for the Flags and didn't mind seen as the enemy CAUSE THAT'S THE KIND OF THING HE DOES LIKE WITH SHIRASE AND THE SHEEP-

*goes to cry for a moment*(இдஇ )

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No book, have Dazai manipulate the situation so Chuuya leaves Port Mafia

Now I actually prefer this storyline than the one with the book because this has to happen after the death of the Flags and Odasaku - cements the reason for Dazai to leave the Mafia. Which makes it even more challenging for ADA Chuuya to happen but that's where✨character development✨ kicks in. If Akutagawa can join the ADA in Beast no doubt my boy Chuuya can.

The kick starter of this event will begin on the night Dazai choose to disappear from the organisation. Remember that whole blowing up Chuuya's car thing? There's a headcanon Dazai did that so Chuuya wouldn't go look for him which may arouse suspicion upon Chuuya and Dazai.

Well let's say Dazai choose NOT to blow up that car, Chuuya goes to look for him, and the dominoes starts tumbling from there.

So Dazai manage to find Chief Taneda, Chairman of the Special Ability Division. This wasn't animated in the anime but the light novel mentioned about a drinking competition between the two? And Taneda would help Dazai find a legal job if he win or something- I don't remember who won but I'd like to imagine Chuuya stomping in at this moment-

"How would Chuuya know where to find hi-" I'd ask the same in Dead Apple but they got some connection or something, they can sniff each other from miles away I guess.

Anyway, Chuuya stomping in for an explanation but he wouldn't act recklessly if the Chief of Special Ability Division is around. Now it's Dazai's turn to pull some strings around here because as you imagine, drinking competition + Chuuya's lightweight = hangover and a potential plot expansion

Chuuya: *blackout*

Dazai: Actually.....do you mind introducing a job for both of us? :)

Now this is rather non-consensual but Dazai will need to pull some similar shit like he did with the Sheep to get Chuuya out of PM, probably even more extreme. They are both the pillars of the Port Mafia. One executive running away is shit but at least one half of Soukoku is in PM which balances out, in the original timeline.

But two of them gone? Now Mori feels the heat of trouble, he wouldn't sit still.

Mori, as the leader of PM, he wouldn't doubt Chuuya's loyalty. Chuuya has proven himself within the 4 years of Mafia life. All he has to do is wait for Chuuya to return with an explanation and all will be well.

Chuuya's loyalty is not easily wavered. Dazai alone is not enough to change Chuuya's mind, this is where the ADA comes in. (Assuming Kunikida is still a math teacher) Fukuzawa, Ranpo and Yosano would play an important role.

Fukuzawa: The strongest cage is not of steel but of mind.

(To be continue)