#2700 follower celebration

[inhuman-obey-me]

Congratulations on reaching 2700 followers!

Can please request 🌌 with MC and Barbatos? Thank you

Sorry for the incredibly long wait!!! Thank you for your patience!! 🖤

"I look at you and I see the void." - Barbatos/MC

Barbatos is time infinite, space incorporeal – a wave of his hand is all he needs to see every universe, every timeline, every outcome. A snap of his fingers is all it takes to change everything. A power so infinite and yet, so bounding – for he does not want to see what will happen in several years' time if he turns that vase just so, if he cooks a certain meal a certain night, if he answers a question with five more words instead of two. 

The threads of time weave through his fingers, and he could create whatever tapestry he so wishes – but that is not Barbatos’ desire. Perhaps once, he had a vision of what he wanted his life to be. Perhaps that is why he is where he is now. A truth lost to the echoing realities of eternity. 

It is a power that could drive anyone mad, and he is no exception – but he has learned to temper it, has found someone to serve who understands the gravity of it and all its consequences. He is in control – even with the buzz of the multiverses filling his mind in the quiet of his room, with the colors that paint the edges of visions that seep through his dreams. True peace from it all is the one thing he knew he could never achieve. 

That is, until you came along.

“What is it?” 

“Hm?” He answers as if he’s been snapped out of a reverie.

The two of you are alone in one of the castle’s many gardens, thanks to your request for a moonlit stroll after a lively dinner with a crew of rather rambunctious demons. The moments you had alone were rare, and it pleases Barbatos to have you alone to himself. 

“You’ve been staring at me for some time now, Barbatos. Do I have something on my face?” 

“No, not at all.” He clears his throat, a sheepish smile ghosting his lips. “I simply found myself lost in thought.” 

“About me?” You tease, taking a step closer to him with mirth in your eyes. “My, just what was on your mind to have you staring so intensely?” 

“Nothing salacious, I assure you.” He smirks as he sees you playfully pout at that response, and then slowly closes the space between you. “...Do you really want to know?”

Your eyes narrow, searching his gaze as curiosity replaces cheer. “Yes, I do.” 

“I look at you,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over your lips. “...and I see the void.”

Confusion knits your brows, and he chuckles softly as he looks deep into your eyes.

“You are so intangible, so captivating, and utterly beyond my comprehension of all that I know to be true.” A hand comes to your waist, to the small of your back as he pulls you close against him. “You are, for the first time in my long life, a mystery that brings me both intrigue and peace. It is as if time stops with you, by no will or power of my own. To be with you, to even gaze upon you, brings the cacophonous universe to a lull, a peace I never thought possible for myself.” 

As he feels warmth radiate from your cheeks, he brings his lips to yours in a languid kiss. 

“In you,” he whispers against your skin, “I see the abyss that I’ve always craved.”

[lovewillthaw-j]

Elsa tames the Water Nokk

[descendantofthesparrow]

why are people still following me-i post the stupidest shit-

[somanyratsinthewalls]

hello! idk if ur still doing the 300 followers thingy but can i request a cinnamon and hibiscus ^^

WOOOOOOOO friend, boy did I get carried away with this one! You are in for a treat because *wipes brow* yikes I am down bad for this himbo man.

Pairing: Ace x Female Reader

WC: 2700 I got carried away >:)

Prompt: “So do we like… holds hands now?”

*authors note- it takes 300 years and so much porn to get to the prompt and I’m SO sorry lol*

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*slam slam slam* “Yes? I’m working!?” You shout from your desk in your room, still pouring over maps and textbooks you had recovered during your last raid of an island. You knew exactly who was knocking (really actually pounding) on your door from how many times you’ve heard that exact impatient, powerful knock. 

The door to your room whooshes open and Ace bursts his way in. 

“Uh oh, nerd alert, wee oo wee oo!” Ace lights the tip of his finger and spins it around over his head to mimic an emergency light. You roll your eyes. He carries a bottle of rum in his other hand and flops down in the armchair across from your desk. 

“Just because you and the rest of the boys are acting a fool, doesn’t mean I need to participate.” You look above your reading glasses as they sit low on your nose. 

“It doesn’t? What kind of crew mate and best friend would I be if I didn’t drag your boring ass out there to enjoy the party?” Ace hops up from the chair and sidles his way behind you, towering over your sitting form. He runs his fingers along the page that you’re currently reading. 

“Yap yap yap, blah blah blah, boring as shit.” Ace slams your book closed. 

“Ace!” You protest. He places his hands on your tense shoulders and digs his thumbs in firmly to grind at your sore knots. His hot digits release the tension with ease. 

“You work too hard, y/n. Come enjoy the night with us. You deserve it.” Ace prods you in your shoulders to get up out of your chair. You sigh. 

“Fine.” You finally relent. “I’ll be out in a minute. Let me change first, you brat.” 

Ace flashes you a goofy, elated smile. 

“Great! See you in a few! I’ll save you some shots!” Ace jogs out of your room to return to the festivities. 

After Ace leaves, you get up from your desk and move towards your closet to find something to wear other than the grungy sweats you were currently sporting. You pull your drawers open and grab a tight black low-cut shirt and an even tighter pair of jeans. You change into the shirt and forcefully pull the jeans up your legs. 

“come… on…” You jump up and down and eventually get the jeans over your ass and the button done. It wasn’t often that you dressed in anything nice. You brushed your hair and tossed it in the mirror, giving yourself a once over. You spray your perfume on your neck and head out to the deck of the ship to join the party. 

You reach the deck and find it full of lively music and several fleets of the Whitebeard Pirates together enjoying the celebration of success with much food and drink. You spy Thatch whipping up a large pan of hot food and you immediately gravitate towards him You grab a plate from besides his wok and you hold it out for him to fill it. 

“Oh look who it is! Finally decide to come out of your dungeon, y/n?” Thatch jokes as he fills your plate with a steaming pile of fried rice. 

“Hah. Hah. So funny. I’m not staying long.” You begin to shovel the food into your mouth. “Mmm… not bad..” You comment on the food. 

“Ace convinced you to come out? He’s been talking about it all night, hopefully he shuts up now that his girl has arrived to the party.” Thatch smirks at you. 

“His what? I am no one’s anything, thanks.” You furrow your brows at the cook. 

“Oh come on, y/n, still just friends are we?”

You scowl. 

“You’re being weird.” You finish your plate of fried rice and leave it on the table so you could exit the uncomfortable conversation. 

“Y/n! Come drink with us!” You turn around and see Ace waving you over to a table littered with shots of clear liquor and other pirates sitting around it. You hesitate, not wanting to prove Thatch’s point any further, but you eventually join the group at the table. You settle in a chair next to Marco, who hands you a shot glass filled to the brim. Ace lifts his glass and the rest of you follow. 

“A fine day to raise the Whitebeard Jolly Roger! Cheers!” He throws his shot back and you were quick to follow. You cough briefly, not used to heavy drinking. 

“You alright, y/n?” Marco pats your back gently and asks after he takes his own drink. 

“ M’ fine. Are we doing more?” You question with a smirk. Ace smiles back at you from across the table. He looks at the bottle and his expression changes. 

“Shit, gotta get another bottle. Don’t go anywhere guys!” Ace happily scampers back to the galley to retrieve more booze. 

“So… things still the same there?” Marco asks you once a few of the other people around you had dissipated. 

You groan. “Why do people keep asking me that? We’re friends, that’s it.” You roll your eyes. 

“Because he’s so obviously in love with you and you’re too deep in your books to figure it out.” Marco laughed at you. Your eyes widen, you could have slapped him. 

“He is not, and you’re being ridiculous. No one is falling in love on a pirate ship.” You roll your eyes. Ace soon returns with more alcohol and you all partake in several more rounds of drinking. 

As the night goes on the rest of the pirates eventually leave one by one to return to their quarters and fall into drunken slumbers. You are left at the table with just Ace and Marco. You felt that you should cut yourself off and begin to stand up from the table. 

“Well boys, it’s been real, it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun. I’m headed off to bed. Night.” “Ok, y/n, goodnight- OOf!” You hear Ace grunt behind you so  you turn around to face the two men again. Marco was glaring at Ace… did he just kick him under the table when you excused yourself?

“I mean, uh..” Ace stutters. “Wait, y/n. Let me walk you back to your room.” 

You furrow your brow at his request. Ace looked at you with somewhat pleading eyes.

“Um.. sure I guess?” You were confused, but you didn’t want to be rude if he was insistent on escorting you back to your cabin. Ace hops up and you both bid goodnight to Marco before you turn and head to your room. Ace walks next to you closely and reminds you of funny things that happened during the party to make you laugh. You feel his warm arm brush against yours more than once. An accident, you’re sure, you both had been having a few drinks after all. 

You eventually reach your room and you extend your hand to turn the knob. 

“Y/n wait.” Ace suddenly appears between you and the door, causing you to jump back a bit. “I have to tell you something.” 

“Ok…” You look up at him with concern. 

“So, um, okay, so I just- you know how we’re friends? So I- maybe we could? I don’t know-“ Ace can’t even look you in the eye, his head hanging towards the floor. He is stumbling over his words and you just wanted him to get on with it. 

“Ace what the fuck are you trying to say to me.” You were annoyed and frustrated. You grab his shoulders and shake him a bit to try and get his words out.

“IloveyousomuchandIwannakissyousobadallthetime!!!” Ace basically shouts at you. 

You pull your neck back, still trying to process what he was telling you. He picks his head up to look at you finally. 

“I-I’m sorry, y/n… I just can’t keep it in anymore. I’m in love with you, you’re all I think about and I’m tired of being just friends. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way, I completely understand. I’m really sorry if this ruins our friendship, I just can’t help it anymore-“ 

You cut off his blathering and cup his face in your hands gently. 

“Oh, Ace…” You whisper and lean forward, tilting your head slightly. You lips were now mere millimeters apart and you could feel his irregular breathing on your face. 

“Is this… really happening?” Ace breaths out as you close the remaining distance. 

“Will you shut up for once?” Your mouth twitches into a soft smile before you finally press your lips on his. 

Your hands remain on his face as he wraps his warm arms around your torso in a bear hug as he kisses you back deeply. You kiss for a few moments before you pull back and look up at him, freckled cheeks flushed pink wand eyes blown wide with both lust and disbelief. 

“Come in with me?” You ask as you pull away from Ace to enter your personal cabin. 

“Yes ma’am.” Ace raises his eyebrows and grins comically. You giggle. Barely before your cabin door shuts behind you, Ace’s body is on you again and attacking your mouth with his. His hands are exploring your curves experimentally, and at a quick pace as if he’d never get the chance to do so again. 

You pull back breathlessly. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Ace.” You smile up at him. He grins back. 

“You better not be! I’ve waited for this for too long…” Ace growls as he starts ripping your clothes off your body. After removing your shirt and bra, he pulls your tight jeans and panties down, helping you step out of them. He attaches his lips to yours again in a wet kiss before he lifts you up and tosses you back on your bed. Ace rakes his eyes up and down your naked form with a slack jaw as he fumbles to remove his shorts and boots. 

“Enjoying the view, division commander?” You smirk and spread your legs for him. 

“Oh sweetheart I’m going to be doing a lot more than just viewing.” Ace finally sheds himself of his briefs, his thick, erect cock bouncing teasingly in your direction. “Now let me have a taste.” Ace hops onto the bed in-between your legs and starts groping your plush thighs while giving them bites and kisses. You sigh out and keen into his warm touch on your sensitive skin. 

After giving attention to your inner thighs, Ace finally reaches where you want his kisses the most. Ace hooks and arm around your thigh so he could bring his hand to your pussy and spreads it messily with two fingers. 

“Look at that…” You cover your eyes with your arm, trying to hide from his scorching gaze somehow. “So pretty…” Ace coos at your dripping sex begging to him to touch. He immediately dives in and laps harshly at your clit. 

“Oh fuck! Ace!” Your left hand moves instinctively to grip at his messy black hair. He continues licking and sucking at your most sensitive bit. Ace’s left hand moves up and grips your right, interlocking your fingers with his in an intimate gesture. Using your hand that was tangled in his hair, you guide his head in the exact movements you need to reach a climax and he happily accepts your instruction. 

“Fuck, that’s so good, I’m gonna cum, shit-!” You cry out. Ace moans against your sex without stopping his expert tongue work. You tense and release, moaning wildly feeling the waves of your orgasm crests over your body. 

You compose yourself and find Ace on his knees between your legs, positioning his now leaking cock up with your entrance.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Ace slides his thick tip through your wet folds waiting for your approval. 

“Gods yes, Ace, please.” 

Ace wastes no time and pushes his thick length all the way inside of you. The both of you gasp at the sensation. Ace is hovering over you, arms propping himself up over your panting face. His eyes are slammed shut, feigning giving you time to adjust to his size, but he was clearly trying to control his own pleasure, not wanting this to end too soon. 

“Fuck me, Ace, please.” You buck your hips to encourage him to start to move inside of you. He obliges, pulling back and pushing into you again slowly. He captures your lips again in a messy kiss and slowly but deeply fucks you. 

“Shit, y/n… it’s better than anything I’ve ever dreamed of… you’re perfect…” Ace starts to speed up his thrusts slightly, succumbing to the heavenly feeling of your warm cunt sucking him in over and over again. Maybe it was the alcohol or just pure lust, but you wanted him to give it to you hard and rough, much rougher than the gentle lovemaking he was giving you now. 

“Harder, Ace, fuck me harder.” You plead from underneath him. 

“Anything you want, baby, I’ll give it to you.” Ace obliges and roughly digs his fingers into your soft hips and drills into you at an intense pace. The sound of wet skin slapping and your collective moans filled the room, surely to be heard elsewhere on the ship. 

“That’s so good Ace, shit, you’re so good for me.” You cry out and throw your head back. You feel Ace’s hips stutter and his cock twitch inside of you. You could have sworn your heard a whimper. 

“I-… say it again… tell me again…please… ” Ace says barely above a whisper. You smirk, realizing what he was asking you to do. 

“You feel so nice inside of me baby, you’re doing such a good job.” You reach your hand up and cup his sweaty face. “Keep fucking me just like that, you’re gonna make me cum again.” Ace fucks into you harder, determined to feel you release around him. 

“Hahh.. please… wanna feel you cum…. wanna be good for you…” Ace huffs out, humping into you impossibly fast. You feel yourself tip over that delicious edge and you moan out your lovers name. 

Your body was buzzing from your orgasm and you impulsively bring your hand that was on Ace’s face to gently circle his damp neck. 

“Will you fill me up like a good boy, Ace?” You purr up at him. 

“Mhmm yes, yes please y/n! Wanna be a good boy for you… gonna fill you up so good… FUCK!” Ace shouts as he shoots his load deep into your waiting walls. You whine as you feel rope after rope hit your insides, stroking Ace’s back as he collapsed on top of you. 

“My sweet, good boy…” You twirl his hair around your finger as your lightly scratch his back. 

“Nnnnhhn…” Ace whines into your shoulder. “Don’t do that, I’m gonna get hard again.” He complains, voice muffled by your skin. 

You laugh. 

“Alright alright, let’s get some rest.” You gently push your lover off you and turn over to curl up into his side. Ace nuzzles into your neck and promptly starts snoring. 

— — 

You awoke still wrapped in Ace’s warm embrace feeling a slight soreness between your thighs. You smile remembering the filthy things you and Ace did to each other last night, but curse yourself knowing that everyone really was right about the nature of your relationship after all. You feel the man behind you stir awake. You flip around and lay yourself against his chest. 

“Hey.” You look up at him. 

“Well hey yourself.” Ace smiles sleepily down at you. He leans down to press a gentle kiss on your lips. Your romantic moment is interrupted by a large grumble coming from Ace’s stomach. 

“Ace!” 

“What? I can’t help that! It’s been hours since I last ate! Let’s go get breakfast, I’m sure Thatch is up by now.” Ace quickly hops up from the bed and dresses himself. You put on some sweats and you both head out the door. You close and lock your door behind you. 

“So do we like… hold hands now?” Ace asks. 

“Sure… but if you try anything fresh like grabbing my ass in front of the guys, I absolutely will throw you overboard.” You retort. Ace smiles and grabs your hand. You both start walking towards the kitchen. 

“Well I wasn’t going to… but now you’ve put the idea in my head…” 

— — 

xx Mo

[ikeromantic]

Alice in College pt 1

An IkeRev Central characters AU! Written for my IkeRev 1K Celebration, a boarding school AU was the poll winner. Approx. 2700 words. 1/6

On Being the New Kid and Other Horrors

Alice looked up at the soaring towers of Cradle College, her neck tilted back uncomfortably. They were impossibly tall, and looked needle thin. Pennants fluttered atop them, their colors too distant to determine against the steely gray of the sky. The clouds above were heavy with the threat of a coming storm. “Figures,” she sighed. 

There was nothing for it but to go in. She knocked once at the large, wooden entry. A smaller door set into the giant gate swung open. “There you are.” The voice that came from the shadowed threshold was warm and gentle. A moment later, Alice had a face to go with the voice as a young, bespectacled man stepped out. “I’m Blanc Lapin. And you must be our new Alice.”

“Yes, Mr. Lapin.” Alice felt flustered under his rose-gold gaze. He was beautiful in an almost fragile way, with his pale hair and complexion, thin frame, and elegant hands. She found it hard not to stare, and when she did, iIt felt as if he saw right into her heart. His playful smile and wise eyes said they knew every thought she had as she climbed the steps to meet him. 

“Please, call me Blanc.” He took her hands in his and gently squeezed them. “Welcome to Cradle.” 

Alice let herself be led inside. 

The courtyard was old, overgrown with thick, verdant vines. Ivy and roses over crumbling statues, arches, and stone walls. She didn’t have time to really look at any of it as Blanc set a fast pace. He opened the door for her and shepherded her into the entry hall. Alice had just enough time to gawp at the floating crystal chandelier above them before she was herded into another room. 

“Here we are.” Blanc came to a sudden stop, and Alice nearly collided with him. “You’ve arrived just in time for afternoon tea.” He smiled at her wistfully. “Go ahead and grab a tray. You’ll find the food here is quite good. I recommend the carrot cake.”

“The . . . carrot cake?” Alice blinked at him. 

“Yes. Though the strawberry and caramel creme are also very good.” 

“Stop flirting with the new kid. Nobody wants to see that.” A child’s high-pitched voice interrupted before Alice could say anything else. 

She turned to see a small boy with a ridiculous top hat marching toward them. His green jacket and matching bowtie were pressed and formal and far fancier than the simple blue dress and white pinafore Alice wore. The boy looked much too young for college, she thought.

“Oliver, did you come to introduce yourself?” Blanc smiled at him with the same gentle expression he’d show Alice. 

“No.” Oliver crossed his arms. 

Alice wasn’t sure how to react, but Blanc was giving her an encouraging look so she took a breath and held out her hand. “Hi, Oliver. I’m Alice. It’s, um, nice to meet you?” She hadn’t meant it to sound like a question but his frown and lowered brows made her uncertain it was nice.

“Wonderful.” Blanc put his gloved hands together. “I’m afraid I have somewhere else to be, but it looks like you’re getting along just fine.” He gave Alice one last smile and then left. 

She stood there awkwardly, glancing between Blanc’ retreating form and Oliver’s bored expression. 

“Ugh. Come on.” Oliver rolled his eyes and turned on his heel. 

Alice reluctantly followed after. “So. You must be pretty smart to be in college already, hm? What are you studying?”

“Don’t patronize me. I’m not some stupid kid.” 

“Oh. Ok. I - I didn’t mean to?” She took a breath. Clearly the kid was touchy about his age. She didn’t try to make any more small talk as he led her to the snack table. There were pastries, savory and sweet, and a large samovar full of hot tea. 

“Metaphysics.”

Alice was just reaching for a plate when Oliver spoke, and nearly dropped it in surprise. 

He reached out, grabbing her hand to stabilize the plate. “Great. You’re clumsy too.” Oliver sighed. “Anyway, get what you want and then find somewhere to sit.” He let go of her and turned to go. 

“Thanks?”

“Just try not to drop anything.” He took a step and then paused. “You can sit by us, if you want. Not that I care.” And with that, he left her alone.

Alice frowned after him for a moment. “No thanks,” she murmured. She didn’t think she could handle any more kid-sass. Not today anyway. She filled her plate, grabbed a mug of tea, and found an empty table. 

The cafeteria looked like it was meant to house a lot more students than it currently did. Large, round wooden tables dotted the room, with six chairs at each. Only a few were occupied. No one looked over at her arrival, which was fine. It wasn’t her first time being ‘the new kid’ and it would take time to get to know people. 

She picked up a strawberry pastry and took a bite. It was quite good. As good as anything the sweets shop she worked at in London might make. Alice finally started to relax as she sat there, sipping tea and people watching. Despite the magical nature of Cradle, the students here really weren’t that different than -

“You look so beautiful when you’re enjoying yourself.”

The voice caught Alice offguard and she spilt her tea on her skirt as she made a slight jump and turned towards it. Her eyes were met by a pair of wide, grey-blue eyes and a bright, friendly smile. 

“Sorry, did I startle you princess?” He didn’t look sorry at all as he gave her a mischievous wink. “Here, let me help you with that. It’s my fault, afterall.” And then he knelt, leaning into her lap to dab at the spot of tea on her pinafore.

Alice felt completely tongue-tied, her face going instantly hot from the sudden, unexpected familiarity. She took a moment to find her voice again, though it was a little squeakier than she liked. “Who - who are you? What are you doing?”

He laughed warmly and tilted his head to look up at her. “Ah, there I go, jumping right in without even introducing myself. I’m Dalim, and it’s really a pleasure to meet you, Alice.”

She blinked at him uncertainly. He at least looked like he meant it, even if he was entirely too close for someone she just met. His hand was still resting on her leg beside the stain. “N-nice to meet you too. But. Could you . . .”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry about that. I suppose I just got a little carried away. I feel bad I just met you and already made a mess.” He drew his hand back slowly, the warmth of his palm stroking her through her skirt. 

Alice wasn’t sure how to respond. People were just not this forward where she was from. 

“You’re really freaking her out, Dalim. You should give it a rest. Don’t you have enough girlfriends already?” Another interruption, welcome this time. 

She turned her head to see a pink-haired youth a step behind her chair. His shaggy bangs almost covered his oddly colored eyes, one scarlet and the other a tawny gold. He had on a hoodie with cat ears, and fitted t-shirt that said ‘Free Hugs’ in a bubbly yellow print. 

He saw her looking at him and broke into a smile. “Hi Alice. I’m Loki. And I’m rescuing you from this guy, ok?”

“Ok?” Alice echoed him, which was apparently the wrong response because as soon as she spoke, Loki grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him toward the door. 

“W-where are we- hey, what-” She tried to get her question out but before she managed, they were surrounded by a bright light and then she was standing someplace else entirely. The dining hall was gone, replaced by a small balcony on one of the school towers. 

The wind here was cold and the rain felt like tiny needles on her exposed skin. She clutched the balcony railing, trying not to panic as the expanse of the school grounds spread out below her. 

“This is one of my favorite places to escape to.” Loki’s lips brushed her ear as he spoke, and she felt his arms slide around her. “Here, you can lean against me if you’re cold.”

Alice gave him a withering look. She was tired of being teased and manhandled. “This is not a rescue. This is a kidnapping! I was perfectly fine. Enjoying pastries and some cute flirty guy. And now I’m freezing to death on a balcony while you try to - to -” She stopped her tirade as she saw his expression shift from glee to hurt. 

“Sorry,” he muttered, his lips forming a perfect little pout. 

She took a breath and got control of herself. “Look. Loki. It’s fine. I’m just really cold out here. And I wasn’t expecting this. Plus, I don’t know that I like being hugged when I’ve barely met someone.”

He considered for a moment and then nodded. “Alright. I’ll wait until we know each other better before I hug you again. Now come on. Let’s get out of the rain.”

Alice half feared he would magic them someplace else, but instead he turned around and opened a hidden door on the roof that led onto an upper floor of the school library. The walls here were lined with books from floor to ceiling. Magic crystal lamps hovered in the air over long tables, low-slung couches, and private reading booths. 

After a moment, she located the ladder that led up to this level and clambered down. Her hands were so cold she had trouble holding on. Loki, on the other hand, looked none the worse for wear, other than being a little wet. 

“This way,” he gestured for her to follow him through the maze of shelves and reading spots. Alice wasn’t sure she ought to trust him, but it was that or wander off on her own with no idea which direction to go. 

Loki stopped at one of the private reading nooks, a big grin on his face. “Alice. Look,” he whispered.

She leaned forward to see what was in the nook and her eyes landed on a strange-looking man. He had dark hair and wore some sort of small, metal mask. His visible eye was closed in sleep, head resting on a huge, open tome. “Loki. He’s sleeping. Let’s leave him be.”

“Nah.” Loki gave her a wink and then pulled a feather from thin air. He reached forward to tickle the sleeping man’s nose. 

Alice grabbed at the feather, but missed as he pulled it out of reach. She swiped at it again as he wiggled it toward the peaceful face of the sleeper. As Loki yanked it away again, she lost her balance and tumbled straight onto the man. 

He didn’t yell or jerk awake. His eye opened quickly though, and slid to the side, taking in the woman now draped on top of him. In a strained, quiet voice he spoke. “Could you. Please. Get off of me?”

“Sorry. I - I fell. And. Um.” She pulled back and stood straight, flushed to the roots of her hair with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to. You see. Loki - he -” she pointed to him and found the spot empty. In fact, the little pink-haired trouble maker was nowhere in sight.

“He got away.” The man sat up and ran a hand over his hair, trying to pat it into shape. He was failing spectacularly, as clumps stood straight up on the side that had been pressed to the book. “It’s fine.” He sighed. “He does this sort of thing.” He gave up on his hair and held out a hand. “I’m Harr.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Harr. I’m Alice.” She shook his hand. “Sorry I woke you like that.” She couldn’t help but notice he was blushing and wouldn’t meet her gaze. 

“Not your fault.” He took a breath. “Why are you soaking wet?” At her long-suffering sigh, he smiled. “Ah. Loki. Right. Well. Do you know where your room is? You should probably change out of those wet things.”

Alice shook her head. “I assume Blanc - Mr. Lapin - was going to show me, but, I think I’ve lost him completely.”

Harr stood. He was, she realized, very tall. Was he a teacher? A senior? She couldn’t say. “Let me show you.” He rummaged in his bag and took out a plain black notebook. He handed it to her. “This has a map of the school and another of the grounds. And you can take notes in it.”

“Oh, umm. Thank you. You really don’t need to -”

“I don’t need it. And you do.” He smiled and it was the first time he really looked directly at her. It was such a nice smile that she felt almost stunned by it’s sudden appearance. Then it was gone and he was walking away, his long legs taking him further from her with every step. “Come on,” he said over his shoulder. 

She clutched her new notebook in hand and hurried after him, happy for a guide, even one as shy and mysterious as Harr. In fact, she was watching him so intently that she didn’t see the student about to step into her path until the moment they collided. 

“You idiot! Watch where you’re going!” The dark figure she’d run into nearly spat the words as they stood up and straightened their clothes. Black hooded shirt, dark pants. Purple scarf. A strand of pale hair, and a pair of furious amber eyes. He bent down to pick up his books.

“I am so sorry! It was my fault entirely.” She set her notebook down to help him collect his things. It was a pretty big stack of books, notebooks, and loose paper. Tight, scrawling cursive covered nearly every page in tiny, chaotic lines of text. 

“It was absolutely your fault.” He paused to get a good look at her. “You’re the new Alice.” He said the words with even more venom, surprising her into dropping what she’d picked up. 

“Yeah. Sorry about that too, I guess,” she snapped. 

He bent and picked up the rest of his things, snagging her notebook as well. “You should be.”

“Right. Hey - that’s mine though!”

He glanced down as she snagged the black notebook from his hand. 

“Alice?” Harr had stopped a few meters ahead and turned back to check on her. His eyes widened. “Amon?”

The rude guy - Amon - frowned fiercely before hurrying away. He didn’t say anything as he left, but he did spare her one final glare before turning into another doorway.

“Who was that,” she asked Harr as she hurried to catch up to him again.

“Amon Jabberwok.” Harr paused before he went on. “You should be careful around him.”

“Why?” Alice tried for more information, but Harr clammed up and said little else as he practically jogged down the hall and down some stairs. 

Alice was doubly glad she had a guide when she realized how ridiculously tangled the halls and stairways of the school were. Even with a map, she knew it would have taken her awhile to find her room. 

“Your bags should be inside already.” Harr finally spoke up again. “When you’re cleaned up, you should speak to Dean and Blanc about your class schedule.” He gave her a nod and then turned to go.

“Wait!”

He stopped. “Did you need something else?”

“No. Just. Thanks. For the help and the - the notebook.”

Harr nodded. “You’ll need it. And . . . if you . . . have questions, I’ll be around.”

“I appreciate that. I’ll see you then.” And with that, she was alone. Alice opened her door and stepped into the quiet room. Her’s, until the end of the school year. It was pretty nice. Light blue curtains framed a window with a view on the courtyard, and her bed had a nice heavy quilt to chase away the winter chill. There was a small fireplace too, though the flames that danced inside were no normal fire. They threw a light purple glow over the room as they flickered between shades of white and violet. 

Peace. And warm, dry clothes. Alice took a breath, realizing that college here was going to be nothing like London. Nothing at all.

[spicy-cleanness]

Hey, tag game!

@adhdgoblingirl found my Tumblr to tag so I guess I have to do it :D (joke, I just like to)

🌱 why did you choose your url?

Cause it's one of my comfort feelinga, smell of clean room with fresh air where some food with spices is being cooked. Also i love double letters. Cleanness is a cool word.

🌱 any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why have them

Just deleted the only my side-blog yesterday :') It was personal blog with photos of forest and parks in my hometown, exclusively for my mental health. But I've decided I don't need it anymore. I can post these photos here if someone want to see.

🌱 how long have you been on tumblr?

Not really long, not long at all. Since April 12th. I came here just in time to celebrate Neil banging out the tunes day, and that is the most important thing x)

🌱 do you have a queue tag?

No, I just rb everything right when I see it and then disappear for days, you know, like a real man /j

🌱 why did you start you blog in the first place?

Mmm, ofmd and wwdits i guess? Actually no particular themes, I just needed a new home, I lived in twitter for many years, but, yk, twitter. I needed relocation x)

🌱 why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Colors. And and kin this whole film as a concept. This particular character cause he is really nice and calm (and disappeared in forest for weeks once).

🌱 why did you choose your header?

Same answer, it's from the same film. I chose between this one and shot with picture gallery wall, but wall shot has too much free space, looks empty as header.

🌱 what's your post with the most notes?

Dialogue with @adhdgoblingirl about "default settings". 2700+ now I guess.

🌱 how many mutuals do you have?

No idea. I'm happy to have all of them, but a counting is hard x) And I always glad to make more friends!

🌱 how many followers do you have?

45 (I was sure it was 42, wow, hello guys :D)

🌱 how many people do you follow?

134.

🌱 have you ever made a shitpost?

I guess no????? But no idea tbh

🌱 how often do you use tumblr each day?

From 0 minutes to 6 hours. Depends. My mind is weird about using some apps.

🌱 did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Nope, never. I'm really quiet guy when it's about fights.

🌱 how do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts?

I don't care? I think. Like. Bruh, but okay, if I like it.

🌱 do you like tag games?

YEP. I like it.

🌱 do you like ask games?

Mostly yes, but I often forget to answer so prefer not to play 😅😅😅

🌱 which of your mutual do you think is tumblr famous?

@your-ace-cousin-clover should be. Totally.

🌱 do you have a crush on a mutual?

Well my partner is here so answer is yes anyway :D ....i forget their url.... oh right, my dear crush @chlorigene say hi ':DD

🌱tags?

@baba-is-baba @yeet-wolf-in-the-stars @wikipedie @duke-of-fire @cent-cyan @your-ace-cousin-clover @chlorigene and everyone who wants to!

[realtorjamier]

Things to Do in January in the DMV 2024!

Start the new year with a First Day Hike or a New Year’s Day 5K! Too cold for your liking? Stay warm inside The Kennedy Center while enjoying Disney’s “Frozen” Broadway production. Holiday revelry may have passed, but there’s no need to hibernate in January.

Disney’s Frozen The Kennedy Center 2700 F St NW Washington, DC January 1 – 21 An unforgettable theatrical experience filled with powerful performances, sensational special effects, stunning sets, and costumes, Frozen is a spectacular Broadway musical playing for a limited time at the Kennedy Center.

New Year’s Day 5K Maybe you’ve overindulged over the holidays. Get a running start on a healthy 2024 by running a 5K on New Year’s Day! Fredericksburg, Ashburn, Reston, Gaithersburg, Arlington, and several other cities in the D.C. area will offer up their streets for a cold-weather frolic into fitness. Click on the link above to search a location near you, or check out these links for races in these cities: Arlington, Va. Ashburn, Va. Fredericksburg, Va. Gaithersburg, Md. Reston, Va.

First Day Hikes If hiking is more your speed, check out the First Day Hikes (ranger-led or self-guided) available as part of a nationwide initiative led by America’s State Parks. First Day Hikes in Maryland First Day Hikes in Virginia First Day Hikes in West Virginia January 1

Winter Lantern Festival Lerner Town Square 8025 Galleria Drive Tysons, Va. January 1 – February 12 Experience a dazzling landscape of lights! Over 1,000 Chinese lanterns – all handmade by artisans – display their light and warmth for your amazement and for great photo ops!

Twelfth Night at Kenmore Historic Kenmore 1201 Washington Ave. Fredericksburg, Va. January 5 – 7 View dramatic scenes by costumed actors in the first-floor rooms of Kenmore with special musical performances by Colonial Faire. Experience the candlelight, music, and decorations of a colonial Christmas  – and the uncertainty of Revolution.

Women Soldiers in the American Civil War National Museum of Civil War Medicine 48 East Patrick Street Frederick, Md. January 6 Civil War scholars explore an unusual and courageous group of soldiers seldom discussed in the annals of Civil War history. Although women were forbidden by social custom and army regulations to enter military service in the Union and Confederate armies, a surprising number of women disguised themselves as young men and “went for a soldier.” Come learn about the best documented of these woman combatants.

Interfusion Festival Crystal Gateway Marriott 700 Richmond Hwy. Arlington, Va. January 11 – 15 “Building resilience is what enables us to not only rise, but ultimately, thrive.” Founded in 2016 under The Institute for Integrative Wellness, this festival includes educational offerings in positive psychology, meditation, and expressive arts. The Interfusion Festival aims to bring awareness of practices that may help combat mental health crises.

Martin Luther King Jr. Day Celebration Richard Montgomery High School 250 Richard Montgomery Drive Rockville, Md. January 13 This year celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. Day in a meaningful way. This Rockville event will showcase a panel discussion with city and county justice, equity, diversity and inclusion professionals. You can also watch a screening of the award-winning documentary “Finding Fellowship” followed by a Q&A discussion with Rev. Gerard Green, enjoy a drum performance by Soul in Motion, and sign up for service projects through a variety of nonprofit organizations participating in the Salute to Nonprofits. For the kids: a performance by Groovy Nate.

Super MAGFest Gaylord National Resort and Convention Center 201 Waterfront Street Oxon Hill, MD January 18 – 24 MAGFest (Music And Gaming Festival) celebrates video game music, gaming, and the gaming community with the goals of education, appreciation, and preservation of the culture and history of video games. The event runs 24 hours a day and offers consoles, arcades, tabletop, LAN, live video game cover bands, chiptunes, vendors, guest speakers, and more.

Washington Auto Show Walter E Washington Convention Center 801 Mount Vernon Place, NW Washington, D.C. January 19 – 28 Discover the future of transportation as electrifying innovations take center stage. This show promises an immersive journey into the world of electric mobility through the brand-new DC eDrives Experience at the 2024 Washington, D.C. Auto Show. The Washington, D.C. Auto Show is the largest public show in the nation’s capital.  

Monster Jam Capital One Arena 601 F St., NW Washington, D.C. January 27 – 28 Check out the action-packed motorsports with world-class driver athletes competing in intense competitions at Monster Jam. The trucks’ engines generate 1,500 horsepower due to a supercharger that forces air and fuel into the engine. The Monster Jam Pit Party (requiring a separate admission ticket) allows you to see these massive trucks up close and participate in Q & As with the drivers.

[rhianna]

Although now to be found in a wild state in the mountain-ranges of Assam, and in a state of cultivation through a wide range from India to Japan, the original country of Tea is not definitely known, but from the fact of its being in use in China from the earliest times it is commonly attributed to that country. Yet though claimed to have been known in China long anterior to the Christian era, and even said to have been mentioned in the Sao-Pao, published 2700 B. C., and also in the Rye, 600 B. C., the exact date or manner of its first discovery and use in that country is still in doubt. One writer claims that the famous herb was cultivated and classified in China 2000 B. C., almost as completely as it is to-day, and that it was used as a means of promoting amity between Eastern monarchs and potentates at this early period. 10Chin-Nung, a celebrated scholar and philosopher, who existed long before Confucius, is claimed to have said of it: “Tea is better than wine, for it leadeth not to intoxication, neither does it cause a man to say foolish things and repent thereof in his sober moments. It is better than water, for it doth not carry disease; neither doth it act as a poison, as doth water when the wells contain foul and rotten matter,” and Confucius admonishes his followers to: “Be good and courteous to all, even to the stranger from other lands. If he say unto thee that he thirsteth give unto him a cup of warm Tea without money and without price.”

[justmeinadaze]

I am so happy for these 2700 followers.

You deserve it.

Let's celebrate

[inhuman-obey-me]

Can please request 🥀 with Mammon and MC please

"I'd rather die than keep you alive." - Mammon x MC

content warning: blood, reference to events of lesson 16

The shadowy form grins at him, fangs bared and glinting with malice. "Come on, Mammon, I know what you really want. Kill them. They're only human."

"I'd never do that, you idiot! Ya think I'd kill them over something so stupid?" The Avatar of Greed grits his teeth, his own fangs gleaming back. "Just because ya look like me doesn't mean you know what I want!"

"That's what you think," it cackles back. "But I don't just look like you. I came from you. I am you."

Mammon tightens his grip on the other's throat, feeling the pressure reflecting back on his own as if to confirm its words.

It had been his own mistake, as usual. He'd gotten carried away with his greed and perhaps pilfered a few things that he really shouldn't have. But even so, he hadn't expected a phantasmal demon to ambush him from inside one of the boxes he'd taken home -- especially not one like this, a particularly nasty species of specter known for manifesting as an embodiment of one's cruelest impulses. And then there was the photo in the group chat, showing off your day's excursion with Asmo, causing a badly timed spike of jealousy on the elder brother's part...

It was an intrusive thought, nothing more. He'd never really hurt you. But for the insidious little shade, it was enough -- more than enough -- to latch onto him, to implant itself into him, and to take his form and take the worst in him hostage.

Mammon digs a taloned finger into the mirroring demon's neck, hissing against the sting as he feels the same wound cut into his own. It taunts gleefully, "Killing me is only killing yourself, you stupid wretch. But you're not the one who should die. Destroy that little human. It'll be so satisfying to watch the life leave their body, you know. Go on, kill them."

"Shut up! I already told ya, I'd never do that!"

There's a tinge of fear in Mammon's voice now, a terrified chill running up his spine -- he already has a memory of your limp body in his arms once before, his palms drenched in the deep red of your blood. His spindly wings flash out behind him on instinct at the thought, crushing the lesser devil against the hard concrete of the wall behind it with the force of their beating.

Still, it doesn't seem concerned, instead satisfied to have struck a nerve. "Then I'll kill them myself. It'll be so easy in this body. You don't want to die just to protect one puny little human."

"I'd rather die than keep a monster like you alive! I won't let ya lay a single finger on them!"

Twisting the points of his claws deeper in with frustration, a gurgle of blood spurts out of his own mouth. Still, the Avatar of Greed pushes past the pain, and with a hard growl, he gives one more hard squeeze. His own consciousness is barely holding out -- but it does, just long enough to hear the knock at his door, and your concerned voice calling to him from the other side.

"Mammon? Are you in there? Are you okay?!"

In an instant, the figure beneath his fingers fizzles to nothing, the impulsive feelings it had stolen immediately banished from his mind at the sweet sound of you. His vision is fuzzy at the edges, but he gives himself only a moment to brace himself against the now-empty wall before stumbling to open the door. "What are you yelling about? Why wouldn't I be okay? Of course I'm okay, ya dummy," he grins at you, fighting back a wave of nausea.

You gasp at the still bloody gashes in his neck, rushing forward to check on the wounds. "You don't look okay! What happened?!"

"Nothing ya need to worry about! You should know that nothing can take down the Great Mammon," he answers with a bravado that sounds weaker to your ears than he realizes. He stumbles forward, masking it under the guise of embracing you, before mumbling deliriously and finally passing out, "As long as you're safe."

[epacer]

Memorial Service

Memorial Service for Jeff Morse, Class of 1974

SATURDAY, APRIL 29, 2023 AT 10 AM

Please gather with us at Faith Community Church in Carlsbad, CA on Saturday, April 29th at 10am, as we remember and celebrate the life of our father, brother, and friend, Jeffrey Morse.

Light refreshments to follow.

Church location: 2700 Rancho Pancho, Carlsbad, CA 92009

[pontoppidanbowles7]

Loewe Puzzle Bag Archives

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[sherlockedcarmilla]

Johnlock Fluff

- a series of stand-alone fics by CarmillaCarmine   (All of the fics can be read separately and in no particular order.) I wanted all my sweet stories in one place for easy go-to when in need of fluff. Enjoy!

The Alumni Night John receives an invite for an Alumni Night but doesn’t want to face his old colleagues alone. Sherlock agrees to go with him. The night takes a turn John didn’t expect. Mature, 2.5K

Because I Care During the epidemic, John comes back home from the clinic with a fever. Gen, 7.5K

Green Becomes You Dublin is very busy on St. Patrick’s Day. And there’s only one bed in John and Sherlock’s hotel room. Fic and art collab with the NitaElwy. Teen, 5k

The Adventure of the Wedding Bands The day comes when Sherlock finally realises that it’s time he and John should have matching rings. Wedding rings. — A story of a wedding, fluff and first Pride Parade attendance. E, 17K words

The Baker Street Irregulars Sherlock keeps leaving the house in the evening without telling John where he’s going or taking him along. John decides to follow him. Gen, 2700 words

Improbable Three-year-old John would like to have someone to play with. One day a boy appears out of nowhere and they become best friends. Kidlock, Gen, 1K

I know it's fine When John meets Sherlock for the first time, his life is flipped upside down. He doesn't fall in love. He runs. Part of First Kiss (fix-it) Series, Teen, 1300 words

Take My Card Sherlock kept asking John out by way of discreet suggestions. However, John was unable to take an obvious hint even when it smacked him in the face. Part of First Kiss (fix-it) Series, Teen, 1800 words

Short Version When Sherlock reveals his “not dead” status to John, he is most pleasantly surprised by his friend’s reaction. Part of First Kiss (fix-it) Series, Teen, 1600 words

I want you Sherlock left his best friend's wedding early and John ran after him. He doesn't fall in love. He runs. Part of First Kiss (fix-it) Series, Teen, 1400 words

My friend, John Watson For the first time in his life, Sherlock follows a prompt from a meme he received from Molly. Gen, 2K

It's Been Ten Years Sherlock and John celebrate a 10 year anniversary. Gen, 1300 words

The Case of the Missing Egg Sherlock and John take on a case of a missing Fabergé egg. Gen, 1700 words

The Crispy Shepherd Sherlock and John have six weeks to kill before Moriarty’s trial. John leaves bored Sherlock in the flat only to come back to quite a surprise. Fun and fluff. Teen, 2K

The Reluctant Birthday Boy John once told Sherlock that he had everything he could ever want. So what do you give a man like that for his birthday? Gen, 600 words

Teenie Weenie Peenie  After weeks of snogging and giving Sherlock blow jobs, the moment came that John had dreaded the most; taking his trousers off in front of his lover. Until now, he'd managed to remain clothed from the waist down at all times. How would Sherlock react to John’s secret? Teen, 890 words

Smelly Coat  John decides to wash Sherlock’s smelly coat after an evening of skip-hopping. After all, what could go wrong? Gen, 1900 words

Good Day Sunshine  Sherlock forgets to put on sunscreen before venturing outside on a sunny day. Gen, 500 words

The Synesthete  When a distraught yell from his new flatmate wakes Sherlock in the middle of the night, he comes up with an idea to calm the other man down. Gen, 650 words

Touching a Sore Spot   Sherlock flirts for a case. John becomes an angry ball of possessive fury. Teen, 650 words

A Study in Deductions   John decides to take on a case without Sherlock. In the process, he finds unexpected things about Sherlock as well as himself. Gen, 1600 words

50+ SPF A summer 221B ficlet - prompt “summer”

I Love Men A summer 221B ficlet - prompt “hot”

Christmas Fluff:

The Johnlock Christmas Completely unaware, John and Sherlock drift closer to each other during the holiday season. Fluff ensues. Mature, 6.5K

Jingle Bells Sherlock refuses to take proper care of himself so John takes matters into his own hands. Gen, 700 words

From Paris, with Love Sherlock takes John to Paris during the holidays. Fluff happens. Dissonance-verse fic. Gen, 2K

Thank you for reading, kudos and comments!!! <3

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[ikeromantic]

Alice in College pt 2

An IkeRev Central characters AU! Written for my IkeRev 1K Celebration, a boarding school AU was the poll winner. Approx. 2700 words. 2/6

Part 1

Alice startled as the office door swung open. Dalim was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk, a slight smile on his face. “Hey! What are you doing here? This is supposed to be for teachers.”

“I’m sorry?” The blond’s brow wrinkled. 

“Dalim -” She gave an exasperated sigh. Clearly she was in the wrong spot. She reached for her notebook.

“I see. You’ve confused me for that hooligan.” 

Alice looked up. “What?”

“It happens all the time. I really don’t know why. I’m nothing like him.” The blond stood with a grimace. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dean Tweedle. And I’ve prepared your schedule for this term, so why don’t you take a seat?”

She realized then that his clothes were completely different from Dalim, his hair carefully styled. A bunch of small differences that separated the . . . “Are you brothers or, or cousins or something?”

“Absolutely not. We are in no way related.” Dean frowned and sat back down. 

“Oh. Well. Sorry then.” She felt a little surprised by his reaction, but this place was strange and maybe in Cradle it was totally normal for two people to look practically alike. She sat in the seat across from Dean. 

“Excellent. Let’s not bring it up again.” Dean smiled at her again and steepled his fingers. “You are in the unlucky position of being a midterm transfer. That means we’ll have to work extra hard to get you caught up.” He pulled a stiff sheet of paper from a file on his desk and handed it to her.

Alice stared down at the class schedule in dismay. There were thirteen subjects listed, along with 2 study periods. “Umm, Professor, this says my first class is 7am?”

“Please, Alice, call me Dean. And yes. You’ll have double the subjects this term, double the homework and studying.” He sounded almost gleeful. “It will be quite a load, but I am sure you’re up to the task.”

“You are?” She blinked up at him, feeling off kilter. 

Dean smiled even more brightly. “Of course. You’ll have plenty of help in your study halls and lots of time to focus”

Alice looked down again. She had some subjects she recognized, like history and speech, and others that were strange. Crystal theory and metaphysics. “Ummm. Can I switch some of these? Like . . . phys ed? In London I took band . . . and . . .”

“I’m afraid not. This schedule is perfectly balanced and includes all the coursework you’ll need to progress.” He reached across the desk to pat her hand. “We’ll have you caught up in no time.”

His touch was warm and gentle, and it did kind of soothe her nerves. 

“Thanks.” She flipped the notebook open to tuck her schedule away. The pages inside were full of tight, scrawled cursive in chaotic lines. No map. No blank pages. Alice realizes immediately what must have happened. That rude Amon guy had her notebook, and she had his. Great.

Dean was still smiling at her. “You should spend the evening getting acclimated to the school and grounds. Breakfast starts at 5am and you’ve got Crystal Theory bright and early. Don’t be late to class, hm?” 

“What? Oh. Right.” She shut the notebook. “Could you tell me how to get to the library from here? I think I left something there.” Hopefully Amon was still around. She’d trade him his notebook for hers and get her map back.

“Already getting some study time in? Wonderful.” Dean rubbed his hands together. “It’s not too far -” He gave her directions and saw her to the door. 

Alice tried to follow his instructions. Left to the stairs. Take a right at the second landing. Then . . . was it take the first stair up or the second? Had he mentioned a second? She passed a roped-off corridor as she made her way down the empty hall. Maybe it was the third one? A sound made her stop in her tracks, and turn.

Someone was moving in the dark hallway beyond the rope. She caught sight of a face beneath a dark hood, wild strands of pale hair, glowing ember-colored eyes. “Amon?” 

He turned away, ignoring her. 

Alice pushed past the rope and went after him. This part of the school did not look like it was in use. There was a sign that said, ‘ No unauthorized entry’ and then a little ways further, ‘No students allowed beyond this point.’ But it seemed Amon definitely went this way.

Many of the doors were shut and locked. In open rooms, she could see dust cloths thrown over desks, the magic lamps emptied of crystals. She wouldn’t have minded exploring a little more - curiosity was a weakness of hers - but Amon was hurrying on ahead and she needed to catch up. 

“Amon! Wait! You - you have my notebook!”

If he heard her, the words didn’t even give him pause. He ducked into one of the rooms and out of sight.

Alice paused on the threshold, feeling nervous for the first time on this little chase. The arch above the door was scorched, the paint peeled and blackened. The room beyond was full of strange shapes, some covered with greying cloth and others, just looming shadows. “Amon?”

No reply. Maybe he was hiding from her. She walked in, moving cautiously. The covered figures were statues, she thought, peering under one of the covers. And past that, strange looking equipment. Huge round vats of glass so big she could swim in them if they were full. Metal tubing that curved and arched into spiraling designs sat atop a series of tables, and then there were things she couldn’t begin to imagine the use for. 

She leaned forward, peering at a rack of tools. Or, she thought they were some kind of tools. Handles with - something covered her eyes. 

“Guess who, princess!” A low, teasing voice tickled against her ear. 

Alice pulled away, knocking several things onto the floor. 

Somewhere from the shadows, another low voice hissed a warning. “Stop making so much noise! Someone will notice.”

“I’d make less noise if you didn’t say hello by grabbing me.” Alice glared toward the darkness and then turned her gaze back toward Dalim. He smiled at her smugly despite her glare. “What are you doing here? I don’t think students are allowed in this area. There was a sign.”

Dalim gave a shrug. “Just working on some stuff.”

“Tell her to go away.” Amon stepped from a darkened alcove, his expression one of extreme displeasure.

“Umm, I am pretty sure you can tell me yourself. And anyway, I’m not here to hang out. You took my notebook.” Alice held out the black notebook she’d taken on accident. “Trade back?”

Amon tried to swipe it but Alice jerked it back out of reach. 

“I can’t believe you don’t want to hang out with us!” Dalim plucked the notebook out of her hands. “You really just came down here to give this back?”

“No. I am here for my notebook. It’s got a school map in it. And - and Harr gave it to me. As a gift.”

“How sweet.” Amon rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. He held out his hand to Dalim. “Thanks for getting that for me.”

Dalim gestured toward Alice. “Give her the other one.”

“You’re joking.” Amon glared at the blond. 

“If you please? I’ll just take it and leave you two to your top secret boys’ club or whatever.” Alice put her hands on her hips. 

“It’s not a boys’ club,” Amon spat back without moving his gaze from Dalim. “I’m researching something so fantastic that it would destroy your tiny little banal brain if I tried to explain it to you.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “Look, tryhard, you aren’t scaring me. I don’t care what you’re doing up here. I just want my notebook back. It was a gift, and it’s useful. So stop dragging this out. I’d like to get back downstairs before dinner is over.”

Dalim leaned forward and whispered something to Amon. 

After a moment, Amon nodded. “Fine. I’ll give it back.” He pulled open his messenger back and rummaged around until he came up with a familiar looking notebook. He flipped through it quickly, as if checking for something, then held it out. “For you, Alice.” His smile was mocking.

Dalim nudged him. 

“Yeah, ok, and I’m sorry I gave you a hard time.” Amon sighed. “Good enough?”

“For a first try.” Dalim grinned. “Sorry about him, Alice. He was raised by wolves. Anyway, you want to see what we’re working on? It’s pretty impressive. Probably get us top scores in magical theory.” He raised an eyebrow, “And you’re pretty new to magic, right? So I know you’ve never seen anything like this.”

Alice snagged her notebook and tucked it under her arm with a frown. “Honestly, I don’t care what you’re doing up here. Besides, didn’t your friend say it would melt my brain?”

“I didn’t say melt -” Amon started, but Dalim interrupted. 

“He’s just being dramatic. Come on, I’ll show you. I don’t get to show off very often.” Dalim pulled a crystal out of his pocket and it flared to life, lighting the room. 

“Fine.” Alice wasn’t entirely ready to forgive either of them for being jerks, but she was curious. 

Amon smirked. “Come on then. I don’t have all evening to play tour guide.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her along after Dalim.

His hand was warm and oddly comforting, Alice thought. And this close, she could smell his scent, a heady mix of sharp, herbal scents that wasn’t unpleasant - though it was unusual. She wanted to dislike it, because it was Amon, but couldn’t help leaning into him. So much so that when he stopped, she bumped into him. 

“You don’t need to be so close,” he muttered, letting go of her hand and taking a step away. 

Dalim raised an eyebrow. “Right. So, princess, this is it.”

Alice turned to look where he was gesturing, her eyes going wide. She didn’t know enough about magic to know what she was looking at, but Dalim hadn’t lied. It was impressive. Cauldrons and glass vats full of glowing, multi-hued liquids and swirling smoke. Magic crystals with wires and tubes connecting them to blinking switchboards with turning gears.

“What is it meant to do,” she asked in a voice quiet with awe.

“That’s a secret,” Amon smirked. 

Dalim settled onto a stool. “Afraid you’ll have to earn our trust if you want to know more. But I’m glad you can appreciate how special it is that we shared it with you.”

“Is this for . . . a school project or something?”

“Something,” Dalim said just as Amon snapped, “None of your business.” 

Alice shrugged. “Ok, fine. But I can’t be terribly impressed if I don’t know what it does. Might just be all show, no function.”

Amon was gearing up for an insulting reply when Dalim held up a hand for silence. “I hear something,” he whispered.  

Then, from the distance, “This is an off-limits area! I know someone’s back here and boy are you in trouble.” 

“Dean!” Amon and Dalim glanced at each other. Then they were moving. Quick and silent, they ducked back out into the shadowy room. 

Alice tried to follow them, but her legs were shorter and she didn’t know the way. In a few turns, she’d lost them to the maze of halls and fabric covered displays. She crouched behind a table to get her bearings, breathing hard as much from exertion as excitement.

“Got you.” Dean’s face came into view with a flash of pale blue light. He looked surprised and a little disappointed as he realized who, exactly, he got. 

“Hello again, Mr. Tweedle.” Alice gave him a small wave. 

He frowned at her and then looked around. “Where are the others? Who are you here with?”

“It’s just me, I’m afraid.” She gave him what she hoped was an honest smile. Alice didn’t care if Amon and Dalim got into trouble, but she wasn’t about to turn into a snitch on her first day. 

Dean let out a breath, a frown line forming between his brows. “I could’ve sworn I heard . . . well . . . I suppose . . .” His gaze came back to her with an unexpected sharpness. “I’m rather disappointed in you, Alice. You’ve been here half a day and already getting into mischief.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Tweedle. I got turned around and then - then I let my curiosity get the best of me.” Alice hung her head guiltily. “I knew I shouldn’t have gone past the ropes, but I wanted to know what was back here.”

“Please, call me Dean, Alice.” He cleared his throat. “You’re quite lucky you didn’t come to harm. Some of the old equipment here is quite unstable.” He held out a hand to her. “Come along.”

She took his hand and let him help her up. “Is it? I wasn’t even sure what all this stuff was. Half looks like an art display and the rest, like something out of a mad scientist’s lab.”

Dean quirked a smile. “It would have been better for you to come ask myself or one of the other TA’s than to sate your curiosity through trespassing. But I can’t fault an inquiring mind.” He patted her head. “This floor is full of old laboratories our research students used to push understanding of magic in Cradle. Unfortunately, some of the experiments went too far and created unexpected problems. For the last few years, we’ve been working on unraveling some of the more dangerous magical fields and disarming the equipment, but much of it is still dangerous.”

“I see.” Alice wondered if maybe Dean was exaggerating the dangers - or if Amon and Dalim didn’t understand how dangerous this floor was. 

“I hope you do. We wouldn’t want to lose another -” his words dissolved into a shout of alarm as one of the nearby contraptions began to glow. 

Alice couldn’t make out what it was under the white sheet, but she could feel the crackle of strange energies in the air. Then without warning, something burst. There was a loud pop and the sheet - along with whatever lay underneath - came flying toward them. She held up her hands to ward it off, shouting. “No! Stop!” 

The sheet covered equipment froze mid-air and then clattered to the floor with a bang. The tension in the air released with a pop, and a sudden skirling in the air. Alice stared at it anxiously. 

Dean looked from her to the pile and back again. “Interesting.” He took her arm. “We should hurry lest anything else wake up.”

She wasn’t about to argue. Alice wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she wanted to get far enough away to reflect on it in peace.

The two of them made it to the stairwell without any other lab equipment taking offense at their passage. Then Dean led her down to the dining hall. He’d been quiet for the walk, contemplative. But here at the door, he paused. 

“I’d like to tell you the experience was its own punishment, but I’m afraid I can’t let your transgress go so easily. Rules are rules, you know.” He smiled at her gently as if trying to take the sting out of his words. 

“W-what does that mean?” Alice fiddled with her skirt, not meeting his gaze.

Dean took a breath, his eyes narrowing. “I’ll have to assign you some extra work to keep those idle hands busy. I think, perhaps, detention with Mousse each morning for the next week will do. And if not, I’m sure I can find some additional studies for you.” He sounded almost glad for it.

Alice risked a glance at his face and found that he was still smiling, and his gaze was bright. “I guess I understand?”

“Excellent. Just let me know if you find yourself with too much free time. I have some excellent ideas already.” 

“Thanks, Mr - uhm, Dean. I’ll go see Mousse first thing.”

“Six in the morning, on the dot.” Dean was definitely enjoying this. 

Alice nodded. “Right.” This was not the start she’d hoped for, but it could be worse. Maybe detention with Mousse would be fun? She kept telling herself that as she filed into the dining hall for dinner with the other students.

Part 3

[mrsalwayswrite]

It’s Always Been You (Eugene Roe x f!Reader)

I have mixed feelings about this piece. But who doesn’t love Soft Roe?

Warnings: couple swear words but PURE FLUFFY FLUFF

Words: 2700

Tag List: @happyveday​ @saritanotserena​ @sydney-m​ @evelynshelby​

  I stood in front of the mirror, unable to believe the person looking back was actually me. I brushed my hands down the front of the gown, enjoying its smooth, silky texture. Such a contrast to the stiff, dirty ODs I had become accustomed to. Light makeup on my face, something I had not indulged in for years. I looked… dare I say… beautiful. Even as I witnessed myself dress up in the mirror, I doubted my own reflection. It felt like I was someone else. Today, though, that was what I wanted.  

 It was a Sunday and everyone was still celebrating being in Zell Am See. We had thought Germany was beautiful but it had nothing on Austria.

 In his pilfering, Captain Speirs had found an abandoned, wealthy home that he thought I might enjoy. He purposefully pulled me aside and told me to investigate the master bedroom before anyone else got to it. At my questioning look, he just gave a wink and said he would stand guard until I was done. Without another word, he lit a cigarette and rummaged through his newest acquisitions. 

 Intrigued and still confused, since everyone knew I did not care much about finding treasures, I wandered into the home and up the grand stairwell until I finally reached the master bedroom. My jaw dropped when I saw what he was referring to and purposefully left for me. I owed him a huge bottle of liquor after this. Whoever the wife was that lived here had expensive taste. There were racks of beautiful gowns and dresses, ranging from whimsical day dresses to breath-taking evening gowns. I spent about an hour just touching all the beautiful gowns, in awe that clothing like this was even real. Even the heels and few pieces of jewelry left behind boggled my mind in their quality. It was a fairytale. It had to be.  

 So, I had decided while all the men were continuing to get drunk, blow things up and joy ride…. I was going to embrace my femininity. Something I had not enjoyed since Albourne, so long ago. 

 Now here I stood, having spent entirely too long getting ready for some kind of elegant ball. The gown I commandeered was an emerald green color, making me feel like I was wearing a gemstone, with wide straps but left my arms bare and dipped low in the back. The red lipstick I found made my lips pop in the bright light of the bathroom. My favorite thing was the small gold chain necklace I discovered half hiding under a dresser, as if dropped and forgotten by whoever was leaving quickly. I wondered if in another life this could have been me regularly, attending socialite functions and dressing up like a princess. Instead I was used to dirt and blood marring my skin, ill-fitting ODs and a helmet that constantly slipped over my eyes. 

 For this moment, just for tonight… I could pretend otherwise. Pretend I was someone important, someone elegant. 

 When I finally stepped out of the wealthy house, Speirs took one look at the gown draped over my arm and the pair of black heels dangling from my hand, and suggested I use the officer's house to get ready in. 

 Taking a deep breath, I took one last look at myself in the mirror. If only my family could see me now, I thought. I slipped on the heels and walked out of the bathroom, the gown trailing lightly behind me. 

 Tonight was about me. Doing something special for me. To remind myself I was more than just a soldier, more than the scars I now bore from our time in combat. That I had not completely lost myself to war and its carnage. Beauty could still be found in the little things...the stolen moments. Like a stunning gown and red lipstick. 

 I could hear the officers downstairs, talking about something, followed by a sharp bark of laughter from Nixon. Before I disappeared into the upstairs bathroom, I had told them I was going to watch the sunset by the lake and if I came back after dark to not worry about me. 

 Being extra careful in the gown, I descended the stairs. One foot at a time. One nervous breath at a time. Beyond aware of how different I looked. 

 As I stepped into view of those lounging around, most playing poker at a table in the middle of the room, silence struck. I could feel their eyes land heavily on me. 

 "Holy shit." Nixon said, mouth dropped open. 

 I stepped down the last two steps, brushing down my gown to smooth out the nonexistent wrinkles. I tried to tease, their amazed looks making me uncomfortable. "I swear, it's like you guys have forgotten I am in fact a woman."

 "Uh huh. Can't forget that right now." Nixon took a sip of his drink in hand. 

 Harry asked, a smirk on his face as tapped his cards against the table. "Where you going dressed like that?"

 "Going to watch the sunset." I reminded them. 

 "Dressed like that?!" Nixon sputtered then narrowed his eyes at me. "Looks like you're planning on meeting someone."

 "Does a woman have to dress up only for a man?" Before anyone could answer, I pointed a finger at the officers. "The correct answer is no. I can dress up for myself. I'll be back in a while." 

 "Y/n?"

 I looked at Winters, surprised to see him sitting in an armchair near the fireplace reading while the other officers were playing cards. "Sir?"

 "You look beautiful."

 "Thank you, sir." I smiled at Winters, receiving a soft one in return.

 "You got a weapon on you?" Speirs asked around a cigarette between his lips. 

 "Maybe." 

 He froze, then slowly pulled the cigarette out and started to rise from his seat. 

 "Christ! Yes! I've got my knife! Anything else, dad, or can I go now?"

 "Be smart, don't stay out too late or talk to any boys." He deadpanned, shuffling the cards in his hand. The gleam in his eyes let me know he was just teasing, but would also have no qualms stabbing anyone who bothered me. 

 Amidst the others chuckling, I groaned. "I'm leaving now."

 Quickly, I walked out before anyone could try and convince me to stay or worse- go change. 

 Thankfully, even in the fading daylight, the air was still somewhat warm where I did not need a shawl. I could hear some faint cheers from the enlisted men but I slipped behind the rows of houses and headed down the lakeside path. I walked towards my favorite spot overlooking the lake. Colors danced upon the water, making it appear as if on fire. A few ambitious stars peeked out from above in the sky painted by angels. Never before would I have imagined finding myself somewhere so absolutely gorgeous. If heaven was real, I hoped it looked like Austria. 

 Standing there, I found myself humming and gently swaying to a Billie Holiday song. My arms wrapped around myself loosely, I tried to soak in everything. I wanted to remember this moment forever, to create new memories to replace the bad ones. The nightmares. 

 "Blue moon you saw me standing alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own…"

 "Y/n?"

 I turned to look over my shoulder, not expecting anyone else around. The voice was a dead giveaway but I was shocked our Cajun medic was down this way. "Hey, Gene."

 He stood several paces from me; his medic satchel, that he never went anywhere without, hanging off his side. He stared at me for a long moment, eyes dancing over me in a way that made me self-conscious of how much skin showed. Suddenly, he blinked rapidly as if waking from a dream. "What…" he cleared his throat, "what are you doin' here?"

 "Watching the sunset." I glanced over my shoulder at the lake then looked back at him. 

 "Mmm...dressed like you should be in the pictures?"

 I laughed, even as I felt my face warming. I ran my hands over the gown, still in awe that I was wearing something so expensive. For the most part of the past 4 years, I had been caked in grime and sweat; even though my skin was clean now, I felt too dirty to wear something so fine. 

 "I've never worn anything like this. I just...wanted to do something...for myself."

 "Mmm… well, I'll leave you be. Goodnight." With a single nod, he hesitated then turned around, beginning to walk up the path back to the houses. 

 "You know…" I said loudly, watching his feet still as he turned back around to look at me. "It would be a shame to be dressed up and not able to dance."

 He ducked his head slightly, a bashful smile on his face. I could see the uncertainty on his face. The desire to dance, to hold me close but also the concern for crossing that unspoken line separating us. For two years we had been tiptoeing around our growing feelings. Both aware but never acknowledging. It was in the secret looks, the subtle soft touches, the constant desire to seek one another out amongst a crowd, the solace our presence created when together. The knowledge hung there between us, with one slip we would both fall headlong over that cliff. So we kept back, together as friends but separate as lovers, even if we could read the desire in one another's eyes. It was safer this way. 

 Until now. 

 Without a word, he slowly approached me, as if waiting for me to change my mind, to tell him no, to maintain our status quo. My lips only turned up in a smile as he drew closer, encouraging him, telling him I wanted this. He dropped his satchel carefully on the ground. Our eyes locked, both aware of how this moment could change everything we had built. Carefully, he reached forward and clasped my hand, pulling me into his body. My lips parted on a quiet gasp, feeling his warm breath span across my face, his hand holding mine… and for once, neither one of us was covered in the blood of a fellow paratrooper. I lifted my hand to his shoulder, the muscles tensing underneath my palm. When he made no further movement, I grabbed his other hand and placed it on my waist. For a moment I thought he would reject this, to walk away as he seemed to stay frozen. Then with the softest whisper of my name, as if that was the key to unlock this moment, he pulled me even closer and took the lead. 

 In the stolen evening gown I found and Gene in his ODs, we danced. Like there was no war to haunt us. No rules against fraternizing. No fear of the future that lay before us. It was just him and I, in this moment of beauty and joy and life. We danced. He led me in a simple box step. Our pounding heartbeats, the fluttering of my gown and the soothing sound of the lake lapping on its shore, the only soundtrack we needed. 

 "You are beautiful."

 My face heated up at the compliment. "It's the dress and lipstick."

 "Non, mon chérie." He drawled in that perfect accent and tipped my face back to meet his soft gaze. "It's you. It's always been you."

 I stared into his soulful eyes, a new burning in them. Where once it had only been a candle trying desperately to beat back the darkness; now a bonfire replaced it. Something darkness knew it could never defeat. This man who held me so tenderly, like I was some kind of priceless gem, who had seen the brutality and horrors of war but still kept going, still trying his hardest to save his men even when others would have given up. He was beautiful, both inside and out. 

 "You need to stop lookin' at me like." He whispered; eyes glued to mine. 

 It was when he spoke, I realized we were no longer dancing. When had we stopped? Our bodies were still pressed together, our fingers now entwined but our feet rooted to the path. The air between us felt anything but still. An ardent intensity hovered between us, binding us to the moment, preventing us from escaping it. The sounds around us disappeared. All I could see, all I could feel and sense and taste… was him. 

 "Why?" I asked, my voice breathy. 

 "I might be tempted to mess up your lipstick."

 A nervous giggle escaped me. Instead of dispelling the profound moment, it only seemed to enhance it. With deliberate slowness, I moved my hand on his shoulder to the back of his neck. "I wouldn't mind."

 His hand moved to cup my cheek, holding me still as he leaned in. His lips ghosted over mine, the sweetest of sensations. It sent sparks shooting through me. After he leaned back just out of lips reach. Our eyes met once again, our breathing quickening even from the faint touch. As if our bodies were synced, I rose up at the same time he leaned forward. This time when our lips met, it was with a kiss long overdue. Our lips molded to one another, basking in the taste of the other. Both my hands slipped to the nape of his neck. His hand on my cheek drifted to the back of my head, keeping me from moving away. His other hand slid to my lower back, drawing me closer… and closer.

 The kiss deepened, pulling long dormant feelings from both of us, now finally exposed without reprimand. In the midst, his hand snaked up my side to brush a thumb over the underside of my breast. At the sensation, I gasped in the kiss, surprised by his forwardness. Surprised by the pure wanton need it shot through me. As my lips parted in the gasp, his tongue thrust into my mouth like he owned it. As if he needed more of my taste. Needed more of me. As if a simple kiss would never be enough. Not to him. He quickly drew my own tongue in a dance that soon left my knees weak and wobbling. I found myself clinging to him, not just in desire, but also to keep me upright, else I melted into a puddle of sheer bliss. 

 All too soon, we were forced apart by our lungs screaming for air. He pressed his forehead to mind, his hand still skimming my side from my hip to the underside of my breast and back down. 

 "It’s you. It’s always been you." He whispered as if finally able to confide his deepest secret. The words spilling forth like water out of cracks in a dam, held back for too long. "Since I first talked to you in Toccoa about tryin' to sneak a laxative into Sobel's coffee. And in Bastogne… you were always there for me. Checkin' on me. Makin' sure I knew I wasn't alone. But we're in a goddamn war and I couldn't say nothin'. Seein' you standin' out here, lookin' like an angel, I just...I had to…"

 I pressed a finger to those kiss-swollen lips of his, silencing the onslaught of secrets. "Gene, I'm going to need you to stop talking and kiss me again."

 He smirked, nuzzling my neck for a second. When he spoke, I could feel his hot breath and lips against my skin. "Yes, ma'am."

 This time there was no hesitation, no wavering in dilemma. Our lips touched and it felt like it was meant to be. No great fireworks in the night sky, no great orchestra announcing our love. It felt more like two puzzles pieces finally fitting together. Like the sun peeking through on a cloudy day. It was perfect. 

 When we broke apart again, I felt delirious with joy and the look on his face said something similar. I laid my head on his chest, his arms wrapping around my waist. Bodies pressed against one another, molded together like clay. Without a word, we began swaying. The soundtrack of our shared heartbeats and the lake's waves drowning out anything else. 

 Nothing in the world had changed. We were still paratroopers occupying Austria. Men were still dying. The war was still going strong in the Pacific. Evil endured. 

 But in this moment, in our own little world. 

 Everything changed. 

[zatyrlucy]

When I got 2700 followers I wanted to draw something to celebrate. At the same time, Balan Wonder World got released, and yeah, I know the game was a total disaster, but I really liked Balan's design, so here he is! x3

It got me so much time, the blog is almost 2800 followers now lol Thank you guys, each one of you. Every 100 followers I will try to do a drawing, its a nice promise and maybe that way I will finally learn to draw faster xd