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[sleepinsidemysoul]

Along the shoreline we ebb and flow… that is most certainly how things go

~*🖤*~ k

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[storiesforallfandoms]

stuck with you ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2102

request?: yes!

“Ooh how about an enemies to lovers fic where Colson and the reader get stuck in an elevator together please”

description: it’s hard to keep up a petty beef when you’re stuck in an elevator with your supposed sworn enemy

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, claustrophobia, panic attack

masterlist (one, two)

I don’t even know how the fight between Colson and I ever started, but I knew it was extremely prevalent even though we were forced to go on tour together.

The first big gig my band and I had ever gotten was to go on a massive tour with a bunch of other popular and legendary alt rock acts. It was sort of like Warped Tour, but under a different name. We were touring with the likes of All Time Low, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, etc. We were relatively unknown, so to be given this opportunity was such a big deal for all of us.

My feud with Colson had started before that. Again, I have no idea how it started. I don’t know Colson even knew. All we knew was that we hated one another, or rather we thought that we did. So when the full line up for the tour was announced, and none other than Machine Gun Kelly was on the list, I instantly regretted my decision.

“You won’t even be in contact with him,” my drummer told me after we found out the lineup. “It’s a massive tour, we have our own bus, and the likeliness that you’ll run into him in the hotel or even backstage is so small.”

“You also need to get over this stupid fight,” my bassist added. “You guys barley know one another, how can you be in a feud?”

“That’s the thing, he barley knows me and he’s ragged on me in interviews. Do you realize how much that could effect the reputation of the band?”

“You won’t even run into him,” my drummer repeated. “Just remember that.”

Well, I wish he was right, because I happened to run into Colson on our first night.

The four of us were staying in one hotel room, and in true fashion of a band on their first big tour, we bought enough alcohol to make sure we wouldn’t remember anything the next morning. I offered to go grab ice from the floor above us so we could keep everything cold, and decided taking the elevator was the best idea. The minute the doors opened, I wished I had taken the stairs.

Colson raised an eyebrow at me, glancing down at the ice bucket in my hand.

“I didn’t realize the house keeping went to get ice for the rooms,” he said.

“That wasn’t even clever. You’re starting to fall off Colson,” I said. “I’ll just take the stairs.”

“The floor is literally just one up, it won’t kill us to be in an elevator together for five seconds.”

I glared at him as I realized he was right. I let out an exaggerated sigh and stepped into the elevator, making sure to put a lot of distance between the two of us. Colson hit the button for the next floor up and the elevator doors closed.

It didn’t move.

I looked over at Colson in confusion, wondering if he was also feeling what I was. The look on his face mirrored mine, which was enough to answer my question.

He hit the floor button again, although it was already lit up. Nothing happened. He hit it again, and again, then furiously started jabbing it repeatedly.

“Stop, that’s obviously not doing anything,” I said to him.

“What else am I supposed to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know, see if the doors will open?”

He pressed the button to make the doors open, but again there was nothing. He started jabbing that one too, which resulted in me snapping at him to stop again. He opened his mouth to retort, but before he could the elevator jolted suddenly and a loud alarm rang out.

“Oh fuck,” Colson breathed. “Must be stuck.”

“Wait like...like we’re stuck in here?” I asked.

“That’s what stuck means, yes.”

I felt panic starting to rise in me. I dropped the ice bucket and started clawing at the doors, hoping to somehow pull them open. Colson put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me away.

“Hey, that’s not gonna work!” he said. “For one, you’re literally the size of a toothpick, and two, if the elevator is stuck we can’t open the doors. We’ll just have to press the help button and wait for something to happen.”

My breathing became heavier and I started to hyperventilate. I pressed my back against the back of the elevator and slid down till I was sat on the floor. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them tightly. I closed my eyes and tried to come down from my panic attack before it even started, but I knew it was no use. The feeling of the confined space in the elevator was baring down on me, I needed to get out of there somehow.

Colson knelt next to me and put a hand on my arm. I looked up at him but I was having a hard time focusing because of how violently I was shaking. Through my somewhat blurry vision though I could see a concerned look on his face.

“Hey,” he said, this time softer than before, “look at me. Are you claustrophobic?”

I felt like I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded instead. Colson’s eyes widened and he quickly turned back to the help button. He started jabbing at it the way he had the other buttons earlier. I was panicking too much to really care at this point. I felt like I was going to throw up, which made it lucky that the ice bucket was right next to me I guess.

“I don’t know if anyone can hear us,” Colson called, “but we’re fucking stuck in an elevator and one of us is having a panic attack! Someone get us the fuck out of here!”

I buried my head in my knees, trying to calm myself down. I tried to imagine that I wasn’t stuck in an elevator, that I was back in my hotel room with my bandmates. Unfortunately I was too far into my panic attack to calm myself down that way. My only hope was getting out of the elevator.

Colson came to sit next to me. I could feel his body close and, even though we were constantly fighting, there was just something comforting about knowing he was there with me. We sat in silence for a little bit, besides the sounds of my hyperventilating. I felt Colson’s arm move next to me, then a gentle tap on my arm. When I raised my head he was holding his phone out to me, showing me a picture of a young girl.

“That’s my daughter,” he told me. “Her name is Casie. She’s my entire world.”

“She’s beautiful,” I said, my voice very shaky.

“I don’t know what I���d do without her,” he said. “Whenever I’m having a bad mental health day, or I’m having an anxiety attack, I just think about the next time I’ll be able to see her and it helps me to calm down.”

“I didn’t even know you had a daughter,” I admitted.

“We don’t know a lot about each other.”

I nodded. “I know, I say that all the time.”

He smirked at me. “You talk about me, huh?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course I do. We hate each other, so naturally I have to talk shit about you all the time.”

His face softened then, which shocked me a little. I had never seen him look so...well...just nice. When I wasn’t looking at him through a haze of anger from our stupid feud, he really did look...handsome.

“I don’t hate you,” he said.

“What? Of course you do. You always say shit about me, you even mentioned me in one of your songs recently in a negative way.”

“Yeah, cause I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

And in that moment I realized that I really didn’t. My dislike towards Colson was purely under the idea that he hated me too. I thought that was the way I was supposed to feel towards him, not the way I actually felt.

“Wait,” I said, uncurling myself from the ball I was in. “Are you telling me we’ve been fighting and having this stupid feud...and we don’t even hate each other?”

Colson awkwardly chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I guess that’s exactly what happened.”

I tried to laugh too, but the elevator suddenly jolted again, which immediately brought back my panicked state. Colson wrapped his arms around me and held me against his chest, running his fingers through my hair and trying to calm me back down. Surprisingly, it worked at least a little bit.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while, actually,” Colson admitted. When I looked up at him, even he seemed shocked by this. “I always thought you were beautiful and I wanted to get to meet you in person. But when all this fighting started, I tried to push those feelings aside and pretend like they never existed, but they’ve always been there. I think that’s why I’ve said some extra harsh things towards you, just to try and make myself believe that I really didn’t like you.”

The silence in the elevator was deafening. I pulled away from Colson to look up at him. He averted his gaze to his lap, refusing to look at me at all. I could see red creeping up his neck, embarrassment rising within him no doubt.

I had a brief moment of courage build within me, and I decided to act on it. I cupped Colson’s face in my hands and forced him to look up at me. Before I could lose my courage, I pressed my lips against his.

He hesitated at first, like he couldn’t believe this was happening, but it didn’t take him long to melt into the kiss. His hands found their way to my hips, holding them gently as our kiss became deeper and more passionate. With little effort, he lifted me from the floor onto his lap so that I was straddling him. I ran my hands through his messy blonde hair, curling my fingers into the stands at the back of his head and pulling slightly. The noise I earned from this was definitely a moan, although Colson was adamant that it wasn’t.

Before we could go much further, the elevator suddenly rattled back to life and started moving. When the doors opened again, I nearly sobbed with relief. The two of us quickly untangled from one another and stumbled out into the hallway. The air felt so fresh and my chest, which I hadn’t even realized was so tight, felt like it was opening again.

“Thank fuck,” I breathed. “I’m taking the fucking stairs.”

Colson chuckled. “Can I walk you down to your floor?”

“Aren’t you upstairs?”

“Yeah, like two floors above you I think. But I’d like to spend more time with you before we part ways.”

I smiled and agreed. We walked down the stairs together in silence, but it was a much more comfortable silence. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, and neither could Colson.

He walked me all the way to my hotel room door. We faced each other for another moment, just smiling at one another. It felt weird to not be fighting with him in that moment, but a good weird.

“I should get up to my room I guess,” he finally said. “I have to be up pretty early tomorrow for soundcheck.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe...we could meet up there and continue what we started in the elevator.”

Somehow my smile got even bigger. “Okay, I’d like that.”

He nodded, his face bright with excitement. He said goodnight and headed back towards the stairs. I leaned against my hotel room door, feeling like a lovesick teenager all over again.

That’s when I realized I wasn’t carrying the ice bucket. I had definitely left it in the elevator, but there was no way in hell I was going back for it. I was prepared to explain the entire story to my bandmates, who I was sure had heard the last of mine and Colson’s conversation through the door. I was expecting so many questions about why I was gone so long, why they had heard Colson outside with me, and why I was smiling like such an idiot.

But instead, they looked at me for a moment and my drummer asked, “Where’s the ice?”

[harcourtholmesii]

Lost in the Fog

Tumblr Request by: Der-Mottenmann

Request: Ok so can I kinda request a Jason Todd and Cheryl mason pair up. Like Jason goes in the entitiy realm and there they meet?

Notes: Admittedly, I was not expecting a crossover as my first request, but I was excited to give this one a shot. Not once has it ever come to my head to write a DC x Dead by Daylight crossover before. It was tricky, but I do hope you like the story!

Words: 2102

 Warnings:

-          Swearing

-          Disturbing Imagery

-          Blood and Gore

-          Implied/Referenced Death of a Main Character

-          Death

-          Violence

-          Vomiting/Sickness

Enjoy!

His head was pounding. Blinding white light filled his vision, and the heat produced burned through Jason’s senses. His nerves were on fire, and standing was an unimaginably painful ordeal, akin to only one previous experience. The acidic burn of the Lazarus effects ran rivers through his veins, as if reminding him of that horrid experience. It seemed almost fuelled by something.

 Standing, Jason was surrounded by dark woods in every direction, his vision framed by twisted oaks and pines with outstretched, groping branches. Lifting his eyes to the sky, he could see a shine of moonlight, but the pearl was hidden by thick blankets of cloud. This whole place… it didn’t make any sense.

He had last been in Gotham, leaping from rooftop to gargoyle, grapple hook and gun in hand. He had been hot on the trail of some drug traffickers; some new group that thought they were hot shit. He knew the Bat would be on it, but he wasn’t about to leave these guys unpunished. He still had the photographs of those teenagers; young and callous, all just wanting to experiment. The gang made quick work of them when they didn’t pay up.

 There was a crack of a twig underfoot, and Jason was on edge. He turned, realising his helmet’s in-built monitoring systems were fried. They sparked around his head, and the feeling burned. He smacked his metal hood, but it did little to fix the picture.

 He moved forward, on edge and prepared for anything. Take it slow, be methodical. He couldn’t afford to be injured now or caught off guard, especially since he must have been before when someone had abducted him and dumped him out here. His breath heaved deep within his throat, far too loud for Jason’s liking. Perhaps he had suffered from an injury he was unfamiliar with. Apart from the Lazarus’ acidic heat and the pain behind his eyes, he didn’t feel much different.

 He had reached the path where he had heard movement. He found the stick, broken in half, and half a footprint in the dirt. The sole of some sneaker or boots. It was a light form, that much he could tell, and rather small. He followed it closely, and from here, he scanned the surrounding area. The mainframe sparked.

 He could just barely make out a hand, resting lightly against the wood of a tree, bloodied and bruised knuckles on display. Pale skin and a frail arm from what he could determine. He approached, and that hand hurriedly removed itself from the tree trunk. He could just make out the shape of a body behind the tree standing from a crouched position.

 A head of straw, blonde hair had turned the tree, but Jason only got a good look at their grey-green eyes, pink around the edges as if they had been crying. Those eyes had widened at his notice, and suddenly, the girl was running in the opposite direction.

 ‘Wait!’ He called out. He could barely understand himself through the damaged helm. His voice was warped; a mess of a human cry and a deep reverb from the whirring of the helmet’s struggling functions. She didn’t wait. If anything, she picked up the pace.

 He didn’t wish to cause her further alarm, but she could probably tell him where he was. He didn’t much care for children, but he didn’t want to scare her. He was on her tail in a moment, coming up on her quickly. They were coming upon some damaged, brick ruins when she passed through a gap. His hand was out, reaching for her. If he could just stop her, he could talk to her and explain himself.

 There was the sudden pain of something striking him across the head. Splinters of wood and nail flew in an arc above his shoulders, as a haphazardly crafted pallet of sorts came down upon him. Okay. He was getting a bit pissed now. He raised his right leg high in a strong arc, bringing it down and destroying the pallet in a single kick.

 He looked about the ruins, wondering for a moment as to where she could disappear to. A red locker stood to his right, but he couldn’t hear any breathing or creaking wood. She wasn’t there. He stepped forward, until he came to an open window space. He reached down suddenly, gripping a head of blonde hair in his gloved hand and pulling the child up into view.

 Confusion struck him immediately upon realising that this was a teenager or young adult. She was holding her head, trying to relieve the pain his grip had on her scalp. She was panicked, chest rising fervently. He let her go, climbing through the window carefully after her. She stepped back, nursing her temples, eyes wide and watching his every move.

 ‘Who are you?’ Again, his voice was a confused mess of sound, the volume apparently louder than she would have like. Her hands were to her ears, and she was stepping back away from him.

 ‘D-Don’t come any closer!’

 ‘I don’t want to hurt you.’

 It seemed that she thought differently. She was turned away and running at full tilt in the opposite direction. He just didn’t understand it. How had he grown, and how on Earth was his helmet this damaged? He felt sweat building under his gloves, and gave himself a moment of reprieve. However, Jason was astounded by the sight of what lay underneath.

 His hands were their pale white, but his veins were alight, bright green and seemingly shifting underneath his skin. What the fuck was this?!

 A scream cut his thoughts off. Then the sound of a chainsaw.

  ~X~

  It was a new one. Another one! She had to inform the others. She didn’t understand why it didn’t give chase, but that thing watched her leave. The sparking of that red, metallic mask and the pulse of green veins on the neck made her sick. Cheryl had no idea what that thing was, but like Hell was she going to wait for an explanation.

 She was running blindly through the woods, she had almost completely forgotten what she had been hiding from in the first place. That was, until she stumbled upon that freak’s handiwork. She tripped over an obstruction in the dirt, peering down to the sight of Jane’s top half. She was missing part of her midsection, where a chainsaw’s blade had rattled through and split her down the middle.

 The red seeped over Cheryl’s legs, dying them that awful colour. She was on her feet, struggling to hold in her stomach’s contents. She held her hands tight to her lips, trying to prevent sick or a scream from passing them. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She screamed.

 ‘Shshshsh-Shush!’ It was Dwight, in her face and holding a finger to his lips. His glasses were broken, but it was the pool of scarlet in his shoulder that concerned her. ‘W-We need to go!’ His voice was hushed; frantic. Cheryl nodded.

 ‘T-There’s another-’

 ‘Don’t worry about that one! Worry abou-’ There was the telltale rattle of a chainsaw’s engine. They ducked down behind a few bushes, looking up in time to see that face with taut skin pulled across svelte muscle. The sunken, dark eyes stared at them, and there was that growl deep within its throat. The chainsaw swung high above their heads, just grazing Cheryl’s shoulder. She cried out.

 ‘Run!’ Dwight didn’t have to tell her twice. She was back on her feet and racing to the nearest bricked gym. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. She vaulted through a gap in the wall, cringing at the sound of metal shredding through brick. Red dust swirled into the air and sparks flew high at the collision.

 He climbed through the wall after her, and though she was ahead, the revving chainsaw grew louder in her ear, until he was upon her. She felt it imbed itself into her back, and was removed just as quickly. It always astounded her how the hillbilly managed to remove it before permanent damage was done. It was almost a sick and twisted form of art.

 She raised her head, looking around for Dwight. Where was he?! Her voice was weak. She cried out when those unwanted arms reached down and around her. Through the pain, she only just realised that piece of shrapnel Laurie had given her earlier fell from her pocket. There was no getting out of this.

 ‘H-Hel-!’ Her voice cracked. She could barely think through the pain. That arm pulled tight over her back, and no matter how weakly her fists pounded against flesh, he wasn’t letting go.

 ‘Help!’ She tried again. A little louder.

 Suddenly, there was a roar from her captor, and she was on the ground. She whipped her head around, in time to see that freakish monster from before standing between her and the hillbilly. Knife raised, she could see those acidic green veins pulsing on his hands. She didn’t understand.

 There was a bellowing reverb from behind that mask, and suddenly they were clashing. The hillbilly’s arms swung a wide arc with the chainsaw, and the red hooded creature leapt back. He leapt forward, striking with the blade until the hilt dug deep into the right shoulder. Cheryl noted a gun on its right hip; it was removed from its holster and hastily, three shots were fired.

 There was another roar from the hillbilly, as a bullet shredded through its cheek, a bullet digging deep into its eye and the hand that gripped the chainsaw. He dropped it. Cheryl scrambled back and away from the two giants as they did battle. She had never seen this before. It was… unprecedented.

 The hillbilly pulled up his hammer, dropping the chainsaw and starting on wide swings of his weapon. One collided into the ribs of the second monster, and there was a warped cry through the scratch of metal. The hillbilly’s taut skin pulled back around his mouth, as if laughing. Suddenly, that laugh was cut short by a crack of a gunshot.

 The hillbilly dropped, a single, explosive bullet hole leaving behind an opening the size of Cheryl’s fist in the monster’s forehead. Skull fragments and brain matter had spread about in all directions. This time, Cheryl did throw up.

 She felt her body wretch and force up the few things she had eaten in the last day, and through it all, one of those large hands rested gently upon her back. Once she was finished spewing, she raised her gaze up at the red hooded creature, and felt those strong arms gather her up, cradling her.

 There was a bellow of sound, and she rose her hands to her ears, desperate to shut out the reverb and shrieking metal. It stopped as suddenly as it started. Through the damaged helm, she could see one, burning green eye. Unlike all the other killers, masked or otherwise, she could see those eyes held something she had never seen before. At least, nothing she had seen in a killer’s gaze.

 ‘Cheryl!’ Dwight’s voice echoed out from his position, and he exited from a locker. He was panicked, watching her with wide eyes. He kept his distance, but she could see how he was trying to get the creature’s attention.

 ‘Stop! Dwight, please!’ She looked up at the creature. Those eyes that had shifted to the injured Dwight had returned to her. They were patient.

 ‘A-Are you going to hurt me?’ It shook its head.

 ‘Cheryl, you know we can’t t-trust it!’

 ‘Shut up!’ She barked back. She soothed her temper with a deep breath, looking past his broad shoulders and down at the collapsed body of the hillbilly. She knew he would be back. They always were. But for now… The monster was gone.

 ‘Are you g-going to help-p us?’

 He nodded again, and started walking forward towards Dwight. When Dwight skirted away, Cheryl threw the cowering man a threatening look. The man held his position, though it seemed like he was about to piss himself. She turned her eyes back up to the creature.

 ‘O-Our hideout is t-t-that way.’ She said, gesturing past Dwight and deep into the trees. The creature didn’t pay Dwight much mind as he passed him, and headed deep into the woods. He did slow down so the man could catch up, but he kept Cheryl tight in his arms. He didn’t let her down for a moment.

 And yet, Cheryl never felt safer.

[clockworkarchives]

Tears to New Beginnings

Tondo, Manila

March, 2102

Machines hissing, people talking- exchanging crucial information to each other. You can clearly see the excitement of these people in their white lab coats as the gears on a giant spherical machine began to move and start up.

“Sandra!”

Daniela yelled from the distance. Sandra looked at her with a smile, but one that's as if like it is hiding something.

“Sandra it works! We’re officially ready to test it tomorrow!”

Daniela exclaimed excitingly. Sandra just looked down at her notebook with a picture of her and her boyfriend between its pages. Sandra closed it and sighs as she looked at Daniela and told her “good job”.

The night came and in the luxurious house of Sandra she looks out of her terrace. Wind blew her hair as she hears whispers of her deceased boyfriend Henry. She listens but hears nothing, she closed her eyes hoping she would be surprised by a kiss from Henry, but she only felt her tears running down her cheek. She clutched her fist and runs back into her bedroom and started writing down notes, coordinates and a specific date and time. “I’ll make it right Henry, I know what to do now, I know how to save you.” Sandra whispered to herself as she continues to do her work. Hours later while she was fixing her notes, a day-old newspaper fell and she noticed that she was in the front page with the headline titled “World’s greatest scientist finishes building the first ever time machine, despite losing her boyfriend from suicide!” Sandra shakes as she tries not to cry again. “He didn’t deserve this��� neither did she…”

It was 5:34 am, Sandra walked in her laboratory where the time machine control room was located. She was greeted by two of her fellow scientists Tom and Daniela. “Sandra! You’re early today, how are you?” Tom greeted but Sandra just walked past by him and went straight to her computer. After a few minutes of typing and setting up coordinates Sandra asked Tom and Daniela for help to activate the machine. Concerned, Daniela asked if Sandra was alright, Sandra just simply answered “Yes” Daniela looked at Tom and he just shrugged his shoulders. A few minutes later Sandra looked at the machine through the window of their control room. The time machine began to glow and move implying that it will soon open. Sandra then walked out of the room and told Tom and Daniela that she was going to the bathroom and continue the activation of the machine. Tom and Daniela followed her orders and activated the time machine, thus a rift to another time was opened. Tom and Daniela looked at it with awe, until they saw Sandra inside the machine’s room approaching the rift.

“SANDRA! GET OUT OF THERE!”

The two exclaimed and kept on yelling at Sandra to move away from the rift. Tom tried to open the door but it was locked from the outside, with that in mind Daniela activated a fire alarm and Tom rushed to the controls trying to turn the machine off immediately, but before they did Sandra quickly leaped into the rift as Tom and Daniela was able to close it. Tom and Daniela stared at the scorched floor where Sandra was. With shock in Tom’s face Daniela fell on her knees and cried out of grief, but what they did not know is that Sandra was still alive, drifting into what it looked like was outer space. Sandra was alive, breathing and thinking.

“I remember…”

Sandra whispered to herself.

“I remembered the first time we met… when I woke up on your shoulders in that jeep.”

Sandra then began to drift into a wormhole like portal.

“I remembered you asking me why was I tired, and you told me where you were going.”

Sandra then entered the portal and felt the speed as her body rushed into it.

“I remembered how you struggled to choose between me and your fiancé…”

Sandra opened her eyes and readied herself as she was closing into her location.

“I remembered that you chose me despite the pressure and judgment…”

Sandra saw a spark of light form the distance.

“I remembered how devastated you were when you found out that she killed herself. I remembered that it was too much for you, and I wasn’t there to help you… but this time, it’s going to change.”

The light began to glow brighter and brighter as Sandra came closer and closer.

“This time…”

With a blink of Sandra’s eyes, she was suddenly sitting inside the jeepney next to Henry. Sandra then yelled “Para!” and walked out of the jeep without looking back. The jeep then drove farther and farther away from Sandra while Henry noticed nothing at all.

“This time… you won’t even know who I am.”

Sandra stood at the sidewalk with her head down and teary eyed, trying her best to not even look at the jeep.

“This time… we both have new beginnings…”

The End.

[emmasherrell]

Let’s Go Take Some Pictures

Hi everyone, I hope you’re having a good day. Put on your best outfit and let’s go take some Instagram pictures around Bellevue and Seattle (the east and west side of Lake Washington).

I have been using Instagram since I was in the 7th grade (8 years), but it was not until my freshman year in high school (6 years ago) that I got into photography and how the colors on my feed went together. The main things to keeping a cohesive feed is colors in the picture, backgrounds and the consistent use of one filter or no filter at all.

This being said you need interesting backgrounds, this is where your location comes into play. I am a big fan of candid pictures not planned pictures, but if you are in Washington and have planned to take pictures here are a few of my favorite places.

I have linked the websites to each location, the addresses and then shared some pictures I have had taken at each location.

1. Newcastle Golf Corse  Newcastle Golf Club Rd. Newcastle WA. 98059 This beautiful golf course sits at the top of a hill, with surrounding views of Lake Washington, Mt. Rainer, the Olympic and Cascade Mountains and the Seattle skyline perfect for pictures at any time of day. Located only a fifteen-minute drive from downtown Bellevue, this gem has proved absolutely gorgeous time and time again.

2. Gas Works park  2102 N Northlake Way, Seattle WA. 98103 This lake side park over looking Lake Union on to the city is not only perfect for pictures about also picnics. Located only thirty minutes away from downtown Bellevue on the west side of Lake Washington, it is an easy go any time of year or day photo location.

3. The Summit at Snoqualmie 1001 WA-9066 Snoqualmie Pass, WA. 98068 During the winter this is one of my favorite places to snowboard but in the spring and late winter the snow and the mountains in the background make for the perfect picture.

[ellenya]

One day, one rhyme- Day 2102

The sunlight glints off a tin roof

Nestled in valley deep,

A sparkling treasure set within

A green landscape asleep.

A picture of quiet and rest,

Even the clouds are still,

Conveying peace upon my heart

From high up on the hill.

[danyka-fendyr]

Remind Me: Part 5

A lot happens in this chapter, and I’m not sure I’m entirely satisfied with all of it, but you know what? The next chapter is going to involve some angst probably, so all of this craziness will end up being forgivable in comparison to that. As always, lovelies, this series is based on another one by the talented @dreamwritesimagines, her story Once a Year, and you should absolutely go check it out!

Taglist: @dreamwritesimagines @rhabakoli  @binbons-is-theloml

Wordcount: 2102

There was a long pause before, slowly, you spoke. “I’m not going to lie to you, Bill. In the very short period of our acquaintance that I can remember, that is definitely the most terrifying thing you have said to me so far. And you were just sitting at the end of my bed with a knife, so the bar is not low.”

“Skittles, this is serious.”

“I know. That’s the part that’s scaring me. Hence the current sarcasm and deflecting with humor. I did do that before, right?” You were worried, suddenly, that your personality had changed dramatically.

“Yeah, yeah. You definitely did that before.” Judging by how done he looked, he was recalling a few of those times.

You fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The plain whiteness of it was stark against the gray walls. Who picked gray walls for a bedroom? Someone dead inside, that’s who.

“Billy...there’s something I have to tell you.”

He turned on the bed to face you, worried. He was sweet. He always had been, for you.

“What is it, Skittles?”

“I didn’t forget everything. I mean, I did, when I first woke up. But since I’ve been awake...bits and pieces keep coming back to me. Just little fragments, you know? Never enough to piece together a whole picture. But they’re coming back to me in order of most recent, I think, and uh...two things stand out. I remember…” Your voice faded off into a whisper as you closed your eyes. “I remember falling down the stairs. I remember not- Not falling. I remember being pushed. Being shoved. Being kicked.”

“Do you remember a face? Skittles, you have to tell me. Do you remember a face?” He gripped your thigh, almost tight enough to hurt.

“No.” You shook your head, opening your eyes again. “Just falling and the pain. There is one other thing I remember though, Billy. But I don’t know if I’m imagining it or not. And I need you...I need you to be honest with me. Please, please can you be honest with me?”

“Of course. Of course, I can.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

You took a shaky breath. “I remember kissing you, Billy. And not from before. I remember...I remember something about beer and my car and...and kissing you. But if we were just friends, like you said…”

“Oh,” he whispered. “I didn’t think you would remember that first.”

“Billy, please. Tell me if I’m going crazy or not.”

“You’re not going crazy, Skittles.” He lay down next to you, rolled onto his side to see you. “I kissed you. We were friends, you and I, for a very long time. Longer than I can remember, almost. But at some point, for me, at least, it changed. I didn’t want you to just be my friend. You weren’t just my friend. And then after about 10 years of that, I found out that it had been the same for you, and I...I kissed you. Then so much happened, more than I could keep up with, and you were into some deep stuff you wouldn’t tell me about but something bad had happened, and then before I know it I’m getting a call to tell me you’re in the hospital and I can’t breathe and everything is falling apart and it feels like I’m dying.” He fell away from you when you turned to face him, but the agonized look on his face wasn’t hidden by the fact that his eyes were following the ceiling fan now. “It felt worse than dying, Skittles. It felt worse because I was afraid you were dying, and I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t...I couldn’t…”

His hands were balled up in fists, eyes tight against the tears held in them. You reached out for his hand, unsure how the matching tears in your own eyes had appeared so suddenly.

“I’m here, Billy,” You whispered. “I’m here. I’m not going away, I promise. I’m here, and I’m going to remember you no matter what. Because I lied earlier, Billy. I didn’t just remember two things. I remembered three, and the third is that I love you. I love you, Billy Russo, and I don’t remember why and I don’t remember how, but I will.”

His eyes opened, dark and wide, staring at you like you were the only thing he had ever seen, like you were the moon lighting up his darkest night. One large, warm hand reached up to cup your cheek, cradling it in his palm, and you closed your eyes, breathing in the spicy, familiar scent of his cologne. You were intensely aware of the fact that he still wasn’t wearing a shirt from when he had gone to bed last night. He was so close to you, you realized as your eyes opened slowly. So close that if you leaned forward just a few more inches…

“Kiss me,” You whispered.

He looked hesitant. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea Skittles. It wouldn’t be fair to you. Not when you can’t remember-”

“Please, Billy?”

He could never resist you when you were like this. Vulnerable. Innocent. Sweet. His girl, always.

He leaned forward, kissing you again as he held your face very carefully between his hands, and you realized how different this was. The kiss he had given you before was a kiss of convenience, just to bother your adopted mother. This was something different altogether. With this kiss, he was taking his time, and you were so glad he was.

The way his mouth moved with yours was right. In an unexplainable, unknowable way, it was right. Steady but gentle, with something very intentional to the feel of it. And with it, as cliche as it was, came the memories you had hoped for but hadn’t dared to say aloud. Just little glimpses. Snatches of him smiling at you from the driver’s seat, of running across a tarmac to throw yourself into his arms and noticing that he looked damn fine in his uniform, of the first time he had ever kissed you when you were just a nervous teenager, of the last time he had ever kissed you that you could still remember, his apartment walls burning into your mind and slamming into your back and-

Billy pulled away, taking a long breath. “I’m sorry. I...I shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t right to do when you can’t remember me-”

You wiped a tear away from your face, swallowing down the lump in your throat. “Billy. I know who you are. You’re my Billy.”

He stared at you, eyes wide. “You remember me?”

You shook your head. “Not completely. Just little snatches. Like some kind of lame movie montage, except ours wasn’t lame, it was totally awesome. And even though I don’t remember you, I remember...you, if that makes any sense.”

“I think so?”

“It’s like...you know when you go somewhere you haven’t been in a really long time and it’s changed but you still remember it because it’s that place that you know and it always will be? It’s like that. It’s like walking into your childhood bedroom except somebody moved the bed to face the window instead of the wall, or opening the door to your 10th-grade chem class and realizing that they’re doing the microscope lab you were homesick for but it’s still your old high school chem lab.”

“I think I get it.” Billy nodded.

“Good, because I didn’t have another metaphor coming. If you didn’t get it after that I was just going to start quoting Friends.”

“That probably would have worked better.”

“We were on a break!”

He laughed at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“So now we’re going to go find the guy who did this to me and totally sort of low-key kill him, right?”

Billy smiled. “That’s my girl. But before we can do that, there are a few people you have to meet. Again.”

“And you’re sure the dress is necessary?” You said from where you were in the bathroom, finishing pulling up the zipper of said dress.

“Yes. It’s definitely necessary.” You heard a lie in his voice, but it was too late to bother going back now.

You came out of the bathroom, hair and makeup done, dress on. You couldn’t help the smile that came on your face though when you saw the way he looked at you. Clearly, as far as Billy was concerned, you looked beautiful in this dress. Of course, you probably could have come out in a potato sack and he still would have looked at you the same way, but you twirled for him all the same.

“You look perfect,” he told you.

“Thanks. Your turn. I expect you to be looking rather dapper if you’re going to accompany me this evening Mr. Russo.”

“I would never look anything but my best for you.”

“You’re still not wearing a shirt.”

“Like I said.”

You laughed as he grabbed a clean shirt from the stuff he had brought, pulling it on. Your dress, while pretty, was still just a casual sundress, and so Billy’s shirt matched. A button down, but no tie, and the top few buttons he left alone. He looked good. Almost as good as you, you were confident.

“So are you going to tell me who we’re meeting?” You asked as he walked you out to the parking lot.

“Nah. I think it will be more exciting if I let you guess, don’t you?”

“Yeah, that would be a great idea if I could remember literally anybody we both mutually know. Next idea?”

He chuckled as he helped you into the passenger seat.

“Alright, alright. The lady’s name is Karen. She was a good friend of yours. Very nice, incredibly smart. Don’t get on her bad side. The guy is my best buddy. Knew him back in the marines. His name is Frank. They’re dating now, finally, so feel free to call them out on taking forever to get together. Which we will do until they are well into their 80’s.”

“You’re so sexy when you’re being petty.” He started the car.

“And no saying stuff like that. We’re focusing tonight, Skittles.”

“I’m focused on something alright,” you teased.

Billy played the radio loud enough to make you go deaf for the rest of the car ride.

“Are they almost here?” You were sitting outside a small Mexican place, Billy with a beer in hand while you waited to order food. “I need someone to complain about your terrible taste in music to.”

“I have great taste in music. It’s not my fault the radio DJ doesn’t.”

“We could have listened to anything else Bill. Literally anything. But new wave 70’s electro-pop retro? What even is that? I didn’t know that was even a genre.”

“Neither did I. At least we learned something new today.” He shrugged. “And speaking of when they’ll get here, I see the man of the hour right now.”

You followed his gaze, twisting to see over the back of your chair. A large man dressed in all black was weaving his way through the crowd towards you, a serious look on his face. Beside him was a woman with beautiful strawberry blonde hair, a soft smile balancing out her partner’s rough exterior.

When they arrived at the table, you extended a hand to be shaken. “Hi, I’m- Oh wait, shoot, you already know that. Never mind. Oh my gosh I’m doing this amnesia thing all wrong Billy help me.”

Instead, he laughed at you. Karen had the good grace and the mercy though to save you from your plight. “Hi, I’m Karen. We were friends.”

“Yeah, Billy told me a little bit about you. He said you’re kind of awesome.”

Karen looked pleased. “Well, I guess he was kind of right.”

“Sit down, sit down,” Billy said.

He had just finished hugging it out with Frank, having a quiet little sidebar that looked very serious to you but could have just been Frank’s happy face as well. Now he was pulling you back into your chair, letting Frank help Karen into hers. They were frightening men, but never let it be said that they didn’t have manners.

Everyone settled in, a drink in their hand and a smile on their face, even Frank’s. Once he was satisfied they were all comfortable, Billy spoke.

“Alright. Let’s get down to business.”

[thevaultfalloutwiki]

Brotherhood in West Virginia

I’m going to give the benefit of the doubt to Bethesda for right now because (as many clever boys and girls have pointed out) it is possible to travel from California to West Virginia is 25 years. Really, all this seems to me is that Bethesda is just crowbarring the Brotherhood in because they need to be in every major Fallout game in some degree.

But really, to put this in perspective, around the time Fallout 76 is set, the Brotherhood would be a powerful faction, but fledgling with only the manpower to (really) hold the Lost Hils bunker until much later on. The Brotherhood didn’t even think of sending a party to search for the Dennis Allen’s splinter group (left in 2134) until 2151. And only in 2141, the Brotherhood ceased admitting random wastelanders into the Brotherhood entirely. So why send a contingent of an already very limited number of Knights, Paladins, etc to travel an odd 2500 miles in some years prior to 2102? Logistically, it's also a serious stretch because they’d be giving up a lot of power armor and technology to this contingent so it could possibly make its journey. Maybe the Brotherhood was so flushed with extra resources, Maxson decided to just throw it at some big goal across the country? But that’s not really the picture of the Brotherhood that was painted in Fallout 1 or 2.

I can’t say I know everything about Fallout 76′s Brotherhood as of right now, but currently, the reasons that would facilitate them being there are dubious at best. 

EDIT: Correction, Dennis Allen’s group left in 2077 (not 2134) when the group was just getting founded. Cabbot specifically mentions they left in 2077, which makes the Brotherhood sending anyone to look for him and his group that much more of stretch and really tells how much manpower they can spare to search for members in the state they’re located in.

[best-of-b-photography]

Pip-Boy 2000 Log

[Holotape Transcription] [Vault 76 Resident: Liza Waters]  [Date: October 22 2102] 

[Start] 

Well, tomorrow is the day. Reclamation Day. After 25 years of being sealed off from West Virginia, we’re finally going to see the damage that the bombs brought.  God...it’s been 25 years. I came into this vault at nineteen, and now I’m going to leave it just shy of 44. I spent the most formative years of my life trapped inside a metal box underground. 

Guess it beats being dead. 

[Silence]

The Overseer said that we should make a log. A log of who we are, why we came into the vault, that sort of stuff. She said it’s for ‘posterity’ sake.  Honestly, it just sounds like she thinks we’re all going to die when we step out that Vault door, and she wants to have a record of who’s who.  Spent 25 years together, and can’t even remember my name. 

[Scoffs]

I guess I have nothing better to do, though. They’re hosting this party tonight, to celebrate getting out of the Vault, and I’ve never been one for parties. I prefer to get drunk on my own, and then take a long shower.  Have you ever tried that? It’s an experience.  You’d think in 25 years I would have made friends, but...

[Silence]

Anyway, hello there! My name is Liza Waters. Before we decided to fuck everything up, I was a photojournalist. See, this War had been going on long before the bombs dropped. When I was sixteen I...well...I basically dropped out of school in order to follow the War around. 

[Laughter] 

Saying that out loud makes me sound crazy, but that’s what I did. I grabbed my camera, and started to take pictures of the soldiers that would walk through town. They had these giant suits of Power Armour on, and you could feel the ground shake when a crew of them walked by.  I always wondered if those suits would be comfortable. They seemed so bulky that it would be more of a hassle than anything.  But, back to what I did.  Photojournalism.  I followed the War from West Virginia, up to the border of Canada, and somehow ended up in Anchorage just in time to document the battle there. I was regarded as one of the main sources of documentation for the Anchorage War; which was kind of a big deal.  I guess that’s why Vault-Tec took an interest in me. 

[Silence] 

Fucking Vault-Tec. 

When I listened to their ‘inauguration’ speech for this fucking Vault, I knew they must have been full of shit.  ‘It’ll hold our best and brightest.’  Let me tell you, [shuffling, voice becomes louder] there are a lot of fucking assholes in this Vault.  A ton of assholes.  There’s this one guy, Jeremy. Jeremy Holt. Yeah, I’ll give you his full name. Jeremy Holt was a lawyer before the War. You know, yelled at people in a tiny room to try and get criminals lesser sentences. Even worse, he was a criminal lawyer, which meant he got the absolute worst people in society to defend.  Jeremy Holt thinks that he’s king of the fucking castle in here.  He has to start a fight with everyone, and he has to be right all the time. And because we have no shortage of assholes, he can always find someone to fight with.  God, I can’t wait to get out of this hole, and never have to see Jeremy Holt again. 

[Sounds of bottles clinking together] 

I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore. Only another twelve hours before we’re thrown into West Virginia once again. 

[Pause]

Happy fucking Reclamation Day! 

[End]  

[fowardfashionfindz]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: 16.00 CT's Santa Maria Blue Color Aquamarine Beryl Aquamarine Amazing Piece.

[notanothersonicblog]

The AoStH/SatAM 25th Anniversary Charity Fanzine. Artists Full!

Well, given the positive response I got from the AoStH/SatAM fanzine idea, I’ve decided to go look for a printer and have found a couple of good leads. So now it’s time to find the artists!

If YOU want to celebrate The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog, or ABC/Saturday Morning Sonic the Hedgehog, and wish to give a bit to help Milton Knight, AoStH Robotnik’s designer, out of a very bad spot, or just want to participate in a fanzine project. Then message me here with examples of your work, which show and an idea of what you’d like to do, and I’ll put you on the shortlist for a page in the fanzine!

General rules and guidelines are as follows:

1. Deadline is September 2018, of course if we get all the pieces done before then we can jump ahead and do the printing run.

2. No ‘not safe for work’ pages, this is fairly obvious given the subject matter, but just to make it clear. Cheesecake/Beefcake is questionable but if it toes the line then I’m open to it.

3. One page per artist, of course if there aren’t enough artists then this will be adjusted. Also if you’re seriously good (as in professional levels of skill) then I might make an exception.

4. Just because you’re on the shortlist doesn’t mean you’re guaranteed to be in the final cut. Hopefully with 40 potential slots this shouldn’t be an issue, but if this does turn out to be really popular then I might have to drop a couple of people. Please don’t take it personally. Of course, if this whole thing turns out to be really really popular then I can try and bump it up to 50 or 60 artists! So keep spreading the word!

5. I am at liberty to drop you if it appears you will be unable to finish on time, are found to be copying/tracing/stealing other people’s work, or are just being generally unpleasant.

6. Crossover pages between the shows are acceptable, but will need to be clarified as to what category they’ll be in (AoStH or SatAM section).

7. No OCs or non Sonic characters, non-show Sonic characters are acceptable but should be discussed first.

8. Once you have shown that your page is making good progress to completion you will be moved to the ‘final’ list of artists.

9. New art only for your entry, though I may make an exception if it’s a AoStH/SatAM picture that you are already working on but haven’t finished.

10. The pages will be 7''x10.5'' / 178x266mm size, or 2102 x 3142 pix at 300 dpi. CMYK Colour. TIFF Format.

11. The final product will be a 40 page fanzine with 20 pages dedicated to AoStH and 20 pages dedicated to SatAM. Method of purchase and price will be outlined here at a later time. Every artist gets a copy of the book!

Check back at this post for any future updates, I’ll keep a counter with the number of shortlisted artists for each show. Remember to spread the word around (and tell me if you want to buy a copy, it will help with determining how many copies I need to print!)! Do share this project in Twitter/DA/Myspace/whatever, as long as you link it back here!

Current artist shortlist (40/40):

The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog: 20/20

Saturday Morning Sonic the Hedgehog: 20/20

Final Artist List (3/40):

The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog: 2/20

Saturday Morning Sonic the Hedgehog: 1/20

You can view the shortlist/final list here.

Keep checking back at this original post for updates:

Updated 20th May 2018

[hurt-noct-week-blog]

hurt!Noct Fic Recs

A master list of all @hurt-noct-week​ fics

Please note that the warnings listed here are not exhaustive! Make sure to read the tags/warnings on the actual fics.

~ Noct is captured by Niflheim

The Eve of Our Revolution - by tsukibeam. (Teen. 7358 words. Chapters: 1/3.) Noct is captured in the fall of Insomnia and gifted to Prince Prompto as a war prize.

first bid - by marmolita. (Mature. 868 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Rape/Non-Con. Slavery.) Noct is the last item up for bid in a Niff slave auction.

you are never so low - by Mikkal. (Teen. 16,256 words. Chapters: 1/1. Kidnapping.) The Niffs put out an ever-increasing bounty on Noct’s head.

Best Laid Plans - by GemStar42writes. (Not Rated. 517 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Character Death. Graphic Depictions of Violence.) The gang tries to infiltrate a base, but then Ravus shows up.

Captive - by Kimmimaru. (Explicit. 19,034 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence. Kidnapping. Torture. Public Humiliation.) Teen Noct is kidnapped from Insomnia by traitor Glaives, brought to Gralea and tortured. 

The Company of Wolves - by ivorydice. (Teen. 12,710 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence.) After a failed kidnapping attempt that leaves him stranded, eleven year old Noctis has to try and survive on his own until help arrives.

Kidnapping - by @lethalsaber​. (Mature. 2463 words. Chapters: 1/1. Violence.)   Noct is kidnapped out of his own bed. And then he saves himself.

Feast - by @bellemere-florence​. (Explicit. 1083 words. Chapters: 1/1. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Gore. Cannibalism. Dismemberment.) Prompto betrays Noct, and then eats him alive.

~ Daddy Issues

incommodum - by @yoitssabrinee (Gen. 437 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noct wants to show his dad his report card, but Regis is too busy.

Learner Plates - by ChocolatePecan. (Gen. 1243 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noct and Regis share a single driving lesson, and it doesn't go well.

Terrible - by PrinceSnoozy. (Teen. 1052 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noct realizes what his dad was trying to say the last time they spoke.

it’s not flesh and blood but the heart (that aches) - by ADyingFlower. (Teen. 2102 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noct knows his dad loves him. He’s just too busy for him.

Companion That Won’t Deliver - by Aceworu. (Mature. 1022 words. Chapters: 1/1. Daddy Kink. Bad bdsm etiquette. Subdrop.) Noctis goes looking to his ‘Daddy’ for comfort when his real dad cancels on him.

~ Attacked by Wildlife/Daemons

By The Horns - by FloatingCow. (Teen. 1774 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence. Blood & Gore.) Noct nearly dies after getting impaled on a behemoth’s horn.

Hunter Hunted - by Kimmimaru. (Mature. 1496 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence. Blood & Gore.) Noct gets separated from his friends and hounded by a pack of Voretooth.

~ Chronic Pain/Illness, Permanent Injury

this resort has no eggnog - by Mikkal. (Teen. 4668 words. Chapters: 1/1.) It’s a Snow Day in Insomnia, which means it’s a Pain Day for Noct.

Pain - by PrinceSnoozy. (Teen. 1556 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noct aggravates an old knee injury after pushing himself too hard.

Crush - by @bellemere-florence. (Explicit. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Gore & Dismemberment. Character Death.) Noct’s arm gets crushed in a cave-in.

Easy Reality - by ADyingFlower. (Teen. 3599 words. Chapters: 1/1. Accidental overdose.) Noct deals with chronic life-long pain by not dealing with it.

~ Nonconsensual Taking or Sharing of Pics/Video

my soul in the flash of a camera - by Mikkal. (Teen. 13,351 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence. Implied/referenced torture.) Noct got kidnapped & tortured a few years ago, and now someone is tormenting him by posting pictures of that time online.

Revenge is a Dish Best Served... - by Kimmimaru. (Explicit. 5260 words. Chapters: 1/?. Warnings: Rape/Non-Con. Stalking. Hidden cameras.) Drautos’s desire for revenge becomes an obsession with Noct.

candid - by the princeschamberlain. (Gen. 2042 words. Chapters: 1/1). Paparazzi publish a photo of Noct and Ignis together, looking like a couple.

Six Ways From Sunday - by Caelum (zanarkand). (Explicit. 19,858 words. Chapters: 2/2. Warnings: Rape/Non-Con. Victim blaming.) Noct is drugged and gang-raped at a party, and it’s recorded. People assume he wanted it. Noct is too ashamed to tell them the truth.

Exposed - by @thesilencebeforeastorm. (Mature. 1150 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noct’s dick pic gets shared amongst his classmates. 

Nothing to hide - by Nami. (Teen. 4900 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noctis learns how little his privacy matters to the public.

~ Ring of the Lucii

it burns. - by ADyingFlower. (Gen. 449 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noct puts on the ring, and the Lucii determine his worth.

A Lie By Omission - by PrinceSnoozy. (Gen. 1799 words. Complete.) Alternative scene where Noctis puts on the Ring of the Lucii and sees the truth about Ignis’s blindness

The Ring - by @bellemere-florence. (Teen. Chapters: 1/1. Warning: Blood.) A curious child!Noctis tries on his dad’s ring.

Oh Kings, Old Kings - by @lethalsaber. (Gen. Chapters: 1/1.) The Lucii have Opinions™ about the Chosen King.

Resolve - by CheeseCroquette. (Teen. 5063 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noctis overdoes it with the Ring. His friends are not happy with this. 

~ Friendly Fire

Sorrow Without Solace - by Kimmimaru. (Mature. 3007 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Character death.) Noct is tricked into killing his best friend.

ice, ice baby - by theprinceschamberlain. (Teen. 1597 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noct makes himself sick after getting caught in his own ice spell.

lightning strikes the mountain - by Mikkal. (Teen. 5765 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Blood & Injury.)  Prompto accidentally electrocutes Noct.

Blurred Vision - by starof-Insomnia . (Mature. 694 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Blood & Injury.) Prompto shoots Noct by accident.

Friendly Fire - by @bellemere-florence. (Teen. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Dismemberment, Character Death.) Noct faces the others, who are inflicted with confusion.

~ Noct Exits the Crystal Still 20 Years Old

Brazen Bull - by FloatingCow. (Teen. 1152 words. Chapters: 1/1.) He is far too young to die, they all think, but never dare speak.

A Bad Thing - by PrinceSnoozy. (Mature. 1933 words. Chapters 1/1.) A lot of things have changed, but Noct has remained the same. Noct has a hard time coping.

~ Status Ailment/Effect

the delirium of hope - by Mikkal. (Teen. 3426 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Brainwashing. Blood & Injury.) A daemon brainwashes Noct into attacking his friends.

Labyrinthine - by meremirror. (Teen. 3720 words. Chapters: 1/?.) A simple fetch quest for Dave becomes much more than the party bargained for when a debilitating status ailment leaves Noctis lost in his own mind.

Poisoned - by Kimmimaru. (Teen. 576 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noctis gets hit by Bad Breath and meets with a familiar face while unconscious.

~ Grief vs Duty 

just a dream - by marmolita. (Gen. 898 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Character Death, Grief.) Noct attends the Oracle’s funeral.

Grief or Duty - by @bellemere-florence. (Gen. Chapters: 1/1.) How does one keep moving when they’ve lost so much.

Always - by PrinceSnoozy. (Explicit. 3284 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Mentioned character death. Sad grief sex.) Noct is drowning in grief after Altissia and looks to Ignis to help him feel better.

~ Noct Sells His Body For Money

The Fabric of Flesh - by FloatingCow. (Mature. 2877 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Gore. Torture. Body Horror. Vivisection.) Noctis ‘sells’ his body in the nontraditional way - to a team of doctors with hidden motives. 

A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy - by Kimmimaru. (Mature. 3654 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Prostitution.) Noct starts sleeping with strangers as a means to get more money when funds run low. But then he can’t stop.

hard up - by Marmolita. (Explicit. 2779 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Dubcon. Prostitution.) The group is flat broke, and Noct takes a Hunter up on his offer of sex for cash.

and drown, but I will not sink - by Mikkal. (Teen. 8523 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Blood & Injury. Food issues.) Noct joins an illegal fight club in Lestallum.

~ Miscellaneous

A Prison Like No Other - by Joshatron. (Mature. 10,384 words. Chapters: 9/9. Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence + other tags). Noct escapes a Niff prison only to be faced with many life-threatening obstacles on the way to reuniting with his friends.

Touch - by CheeseCroquette. (Teen. 13,455 words. Chapters: 1/1.) When Noctis loses his senses one by one, his friends can only watch helplessly as they try to find the cause before it becomes permanent.

Guilt - by bellemere-florence. (Gen) After dropping off the passengers in Tenebrae, Noctis takes a moment to think about Prompto.

Reckless - by PrinceSnoozy. (Mature. 2049 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Head Injury. Blood & Violence.) Noctis is separated from his friends and tries to fight on his own. It doesn't work so well.

Cordyceps - by FloatingCow. (Teen. 605 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Possession. Horror.) Noctis hasn’t been himself lately.

pierced - by marmolita. (Mature. 1273 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Stabbing. Blood & Gore.) Ignis helps Noct practice for getting impaled by his ancestors weapons.

Carry On - by InNovaFertAnimus. (Mature. 24,060 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Kidnapping. Trauma. Mind Break. Flashbacks + other tags.) Noctis has been missing for six months. That's what he's been told. 

on a field of stars - by Mikkal. (Teen. 3194 words. Chapters: 1/1.) Noctis and his friends are confronted by trigger-happy hunters who want their Haven.

Once Upon a Dream - by Kimmimaru. (Explicit. 5243 words. Chapters: 1/1. Warnings: Underage. Grooming. Omen!Noctis.) Instead of going with Carbuncle after the Marilith attack Noctis is greeted by Ardyn in his dreamscape.

Dinner - by bellemere-florence. (Mature. Warnings: Forced feeding, implied cannibalism, gore.) Prompto makes dinner for his prince to eat. 

Thank you to all the writers who contributed to HurtNoctWeek! <3

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Season 1 premiered in July 2022. It was a great success. Every week new episodes are released and fans are eager for the exciting storyline. We have all the information you need about Episode 8, which will be released shortly. Lycoris Recoil Episode 8. Release Date Lycoris Recoil Following its release in July 2022, Lycoris recoil, the anime has been a hit with many people. The thrilling spy world and interesting story are a hit with fans. Episode 8 will be out shortly, as per schedule. What time is the new episode due to drop? Lycoris Recoil Episode 8, is due to be published on August 20, 2022. After the last episode, fans can't wait to see the next episode. Many questions remain unanswered, so fans eagerly await the new episode. Name of the Show Lycoris Recoil Episode Number Episode 8 Genre Take Action Lycoris Recoil Episode 1. Release Date 2 July 2022 Lycoris Recoil Episode 8. Release Date 20 August 2022 Lycoris Recoil Episode 8. See also: Chainsaw Man Chapter 2102 Release DateThe most recent updates Lycoris Recoil Episode 8. Story Episode 8 will be released on August 20, 2022. The storyline has yet to be revealed. This keeps the excitement alive for the new episode. Fans will need to wait until the next episode is released to find out what happens. The sweet and confident high school student Inoue works at the “LycoReco” cafe. But, the truth is that this picture is not what it seems. Inou is a skilled spy and assassin. She is a member of an all-female group of assassins and spies known as “Lycoris”. As a punishment, she's sent to work in the cafe, which is only an exterior of one of their headquarters. She must learn how to work with Chisato, one of the most skilled Lycoris. Lycoris Recoil Episode 8. Characters Lycoris Recoil The characters’ information for episode 8 has not been released yet but we can make a guess based on the previous episode. The new episode will feature Takina Inoue (the protagonist of the series). Shion Wakyama is the voice of her. Chika Anzai voiced the character Chisato Nishikigi. It is possible that she will also appear in the next episode. Chisato, one of the greatest Lycoris, is an expert fighter. Kurumi’s character is also expected to be seen in the next episode. Kurumi is voiced by Misaki Kuno, a skilled hacker. Mizuki Nakahara, Mika and other characters are also featured in the series. Mizuki’s character is voiced by Ami Koshimizu and Kosuke Sakaki voices Mika, who is the manager of the cafe. Lycoris Recoil Episode 6 Review Let’s take a look at the recap of episode 6. You should watch the episode if you haven't already. Episode 6 was packed with action and excitement. Takina lives with Chisato in order to protect themselves from the constant stream of Lycoris agent attacks. Majima, on the other hand, is trying to kill Robota because he failed his first mission. But decides against it after seeing Chisato’s footage of her fighting him. Robota is saved by Majima and he went on to attack Chisato. In their fight, Chisato’s eye is compromised by Majima’s attack. He also shows an interest in her Alan Institute pendant. Takina saves Chisato, which is a good thing. Kurumi, who was following them using a drone, crashes it into Majima's RPG-wielding lackingey. He managed to survive by jumping into a river. Chisato takes responsibility for her actions after she returns safely to LycoReco. Kurumi on the other hand confesses that she is the one who hacked into the system and caused the DA debacle and Takina’s dismissal. Kurumi, however, denies any involvement in the weaponry deal and showed Robota footage. As the others are unsatisfied with Kurumi and start to doubt her, she reconfirms her allegiance by revealing Majima’s true name. Majima is furious after his defeat and Chisato & Takina successfully fleeing his attacks. Robota is confronted again by Majima, who orders him to find out more about Chisato. It will be fascinating to see what happens next. Where to Watch Lycoris Reoil Episode 8 Online Lycoris Recoil is a popular show that fans are eager to see every week. If you haven’t watched the previous episodes yet, then definitely check them out online. Japan's television networks release new episodes every week. International fans can access all episodes online, including the new ones. CrunchyrollAniplus Asia. These platforms will also have Episode 8 available upon its release on August 20, 2022. So don’t forget to catch the episode online upon its release. You can also read Dropkick On My Devil! Episode 7: X Release Date: Finally Revealed Read the full article

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11/10/2102

I woke up early the next morning. Didn't get much sleep the night before. I made one of the most important decisions of my life on a whim, and I felt like an idiot for it. Most of my night was spent staring up at the ceiling, wondering if what I did was the right thing.

I did my rounds one last time, before getting into my suit and heading over to Mr. Reggiano's room. I sat outside of it, pacing around nervously, until Tony eventually opened the door and lead me inside.

His room looked exactly what you'd expect a mob boss' room to look like. There was carpeting all over the floor and the walls were wood-paneled, something that no one else had in the Vault. He had his own personal kitchen, and some of the fanciest dinnerware I've seen since before the war. There was a long table in the middle of the room, where Mr. Reggiano and Tubsy were sitting. There were a couple of plates and silverware laid out, as well as a lit candelabra and what looked like a small photograph of Saint Mary. Mr. Reggiano got up from the end of the table and walked over to me, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Young man," he told me, "Today is the day you become a brand new man. From this day forward, the only rules you'll be following are the family's rules. We're all honest men trying to run an unhonest business, and we shouldn't let anyone get in our way of running that business. You'll be doing a lot of bad stuff, but it's for the good of the family. Do you, Giuseppe Bianchi, accept this responsibility as a member of the Reggiano family?"

"Yes," I told him.

"Then show me your dominant hand."

I held my right hand out and he grabbed it by the wrist, pulling a pocket knife out. I winced a bit as he pricked my index finger, letting it bleed onto the Saint Mary photo. He put it in my hands, taking a candle off the candelabra and using it to light the photo on fire. Then, as I was lightly tossing the photo between my hands to not burn myself, he had me recite these lines:

"I, Giuseppe Bianchi, hereby give my live, my blood and my soul to the family. May no dime nor dollar buy out my loyalty, and may no god nor governor sway me from my path, lest I yearn for death. There is nothing more important in life than the family."

The picture was nothing more than smoldering ash in the palm of my hands by the time I was done reciting the oath.

"Welcome to the family, kid," Mr. Reggiano said to me, giving me a kiss on both my cheeks as the others clapped.

I took a seat and Tony began pouring champagne in everyone's glasses. Before we could raise a toast, the boss had one more speech to give. I don't remember everything he said all too well, but he was essentially going over the rules of the family. We weren't allowed to sell dope, we were to be civil about disputes with other gangs, don't draw too much attention to ourselves, etc.

And... that's pretty much my story up to this point. Reclamation Day is just four days away, so I'll keep you guys posted about what happens in these next few days.

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