#afterevent

[digglesgiggless]

the name of cross x geno is afterevent i'm totally not copyrighting that ship name

[bhattifaizan]

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[literare]

@afterevers : 🌿🍒

apartment was covered in christmas decoration, tastefully so however, much to lucy's ( and she think mason had helped quite a lot too. ) delight. her little sister always loved christmas a little more than most and had put everyone in motion to make it the perfect holiday for everyone. started early figuring out decoration, gifts and recipes she wanted to try. knew everyone was dead asleep now & getting something to drink, trying to be silent as to not wake anyone . . . there's a catch in her breath when hearing footsteps padding closer. not really sure why, not like she is doing anything wrong. but she knows mason is staying over in one of the guest bedrooms and turning now, he is standing in the doorway with that stupid grin on his face. as if he knows something she doesn't. grasp on bottle in her hand tighten a little before shutting the fridge : moving to push past him, but instead he grasp her upper arm and nudge his chin upwards. eyes drift, follow his line of sight & seeing the mistletoe above their heads, there's a momentary moment where she isn't sure what to do. first, she should have known lucy would have put those up. second, she should have known mason would know exactly where is hung. he showered her all this attention she isn't used to at all, always used to stand in the shadow of her brother : and she was happy to do so. been enough of the friendship where their end goal was to snog brett. him and mason were already friends however & there was nothing he could get out of this. not that she could see anyways. he is so persistant however, slowly chipping away at her defences.

standing there, not sure if it's mere seconds or a small eternity when he shift closer and her own eyes drop from the mistletoe and down to him. his hands are gentle as he brush hair behind her ears before cradling her head & she find herself not moving away, as if there is some sort of magic beneath the herb, linking them together. never thought about kissing him. well, not intentionally anyways. may had have a dream . . . or ten. but those doesn't count, can't control what she is doing when sleeping. but she never thought it would be like this. her hands wrung around a water bottle while he leans down & then his lips are on hers, soft and gentle. even a little hesitating, as if he waits for her to bolt at any given moment. perhaps she should. would be the reasonable thing to do, but instead she kiss him back. return the gentle caress with one of her own, shuffling half a step closer.

[direodes]

staring in the mirror, he fixes his tie for what seemed to be the millionth time that day, wanting to put on a good impression. this was the day he had been waiting for, ever since he put on a pair of skates as a child, listening to his name be called in a draft pick, walking the stage, finally playing professional hockey. he wanted to be exactly like his dad, skate like him, perform like him and yet, halfway through middle school, he switched positions, going from a defenseman to a forward. of course, a young oakley cried, thinking his father was going to be mad at the switch but the position suited him better. at the age of eighteen he fought tooth and nail with logan and grace, wanting to enter the draft and skip going to school for a degree, but like all things, they won that argument.

and he enjoyed briar, his time playing for coach jensen, being apart of a bigger team. yet for him, it wasn't enough. the frozen four win was everything to him, however, he made the decision to end his college career early and enter the draft himself. used his fathers agent, thank you to the man who hid the information from logan, entered himself in and was now a top prospect for first overall pick. oakley dropped out, came home for the summer and broke the news to his parents and sister. and now, standing in front of the hotel mirror, he was about to find out which nhl team he was going to be a part of.

this was the moment he had been waiting for, grateful that his family, even though situations were tense, had come to support him, to find out where he was going to end up playing. heading into the hotel lobby, hands smoothing themselves over his suit jacket, oakley smiles gently at his father and mother, glancing at blake briefly before his eyes found his fathers once more, looking for that approval. 〝 i could always end up in boston, 〞 he says gently, knowing that was highly unlikely. 〝 i just want you to be proud... excited for me. 〞

@afterevers oakley’s logan’s draft day

[neverafters]

🌲  ─  visit a tree farm to pick the perfect christmas tree logan + logan <333 he said daughter time <3333

it was supposed to be the three of them, logan, blake and logan. it was tradition. grace always set the tree farm out, saying it was father daughter bonding time, but really it was an excuse for her to get all the christmas decorations out and ready for the tree's arrival. blake had never missed the tree farm. until now. which was . . . suspicious. because really, what else could she be doing that was more important? there wasn't anything hockey related going on, logan had the ice schedule memorized between her own figure skating schedule, her boyfriend's schedule, and her sisters' schedule. blake had no excuse, which meant she was off with the mystery guy she wouldn't talk about. even logan couldn't get an answer out of her sister about who she was spending all her time with. whoever this guy was, blake was keeping him all to herself.

not that logan minded a little father daughter bonding time alone with @afterevers. he was taking it harder than anyone, being an empty nester. and his daughters weren't even that far away from home. they could both visit whenever they wanted. but he was still pouty. and logan knew just how to turn that frown upside down. when she found him lost in the labyrinth of trees, she offered him a nice hot cup of peppermint hot chocolate, then took a sip of her own. "did you find one yet?" she asked, looking a the tree he was stopped in front of. she tilted her head to look at it, then made a grunting noise and shook her head. "this one isn't lopsided enough." the tradition? finding the saddest, 'ugliest,' and usually the most overlooked tree in the christmas tree farm and bringing it home to be decorated and loved for the entire month of december.

[rhysie]

your graphics slay

HELLO?? I WAS GOING TO SAY THE SAME TO U… (screams)

[shadowbrn]

❝ you're still gorgeous, darlin'. ❞ tucker reassured her, allowing himself one glance at her stomach before looking up at her again, ❝ nothing that's happening here changes that. ❞

@afterevers ( caroline ) liked for a starter !

[serialdesignationv101]

Afterevents AU

First full body reference i did without giving up gasp!1!

After the events of Episode 6, V fought for survival against the Sentinels some more until she was mauled badly. Just as she was running to safety, she tripped and swung her tail straight into her heart on accident. V shrieked in agony and then died, right there near the elevator.

She woke up as a ghost, and watches over Tessa, Uzi, and N. She hopes they'll be okay.

Some little notes:

V's ghost still has the scars from the Sentinels cause they didn't heal fast enough (dat's why she tripped, cause of weakness and pain)

Hair was longer cause in my headcanon V kept her hair less messy and more neat, so when her hair is messy it seems a little more longer

V's fatal wound is purely ironic to when she was first introduced in Episode 1 / the pilot episode of Murder Drones

V can still feel pain, so whenever her leg injury is acting up she'll just float (she chooses to walk sometimes to feel more alive despite knowing she's dead)

Sometimes she tries to pretend like she's still alive so whenever Uzi, N, or Tessa is alone she'll sit by them and try to start up a conversation, but to them it'll sound like eerie whispers in the wind

V wants to just help out so sometimes she'll draw messages on walls or the floor to help the three (they never understand and get frightened)

(I made this AU solely out of my headcanons that V dies and just follows the three without being noticed)

[lingeringscars]

spell out your url using characters you love from any media. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url (or however many you'd like!) inspired by the song titles dashboard game.

L- laurel lance, arrow

I- inej ghafa, grishaverse / soc duology

N- nat scatorrcio, yellowjackets

G- gary mendez, a million little things

E- emma swan, once upon a time

R- raven reyes, the 100

I- iris west, the flash

N- nathan scott, one tree hill

G- ginny miller, ginny & georgia

E- eddie castile, vampire academy / bloodlines

R- ronan lynch, the raven cycle

I- isaac henderson, heartstopper

N- nancy drew, nancy drew her interactive games

G- gideon drake, the atlas six trilogy

S- sabrina spellman, sabrina the teenage witch

C- christian ozera, vampire academy

A- asher adams, all american

R- rachel reid, the wilds

S- scott mccall, teen wolf

tagged by: @terrifyingstories

tagging: @asuffocator @abenzstern @afterevers @arghent @burygods @bruiseeasily @cagedpotential @cratedig @cataclisymic @conamorde @darephi @deathruined @everdawn @fatalelity @feylived @forbaes @guiltye @galaxye @hopeforged @homebehind @junktrap @knucklesbruised @kirbyflown @ladyintree @literare @lindscys @lightningstruck @litearra @mckngjy @martyirize @onfear @parameddie @reputahtion @refabled @seaclaimed @softersinned @volchtsa @warpainte @waysteland

[chained-by-secrets]

Who: Parker and Dante (@saltedearths When: Aftereve Where: A Diner. Which one? Who knows!

Whether he liked it or not, people around town knew him. He supposed it came with the territory of having lived there for nearly fifty years, with 30 of it doing the same line of work. Well... digging graves, tending to gardens. Mostly the latter.

BUT regardless, people knew him. 'That weird Wright man who works at that haunted Rosewood Estate', 'ooh he's creepy, he stared at me for six whole minutes once' (which he would neither confirm nor deny) and, one of his least-favourite, 'his name is Parker because he takes care of the park', which wasn't even accurate.

He was named Parker before his profession. And he was a groundskeeper, not a landscaper or park... attendant. Ranger?

Nothing he needed to concern his thoughts with. 'Discard.'

The man he was interacting with that slow early evening, as the sun was casting the last of its light onto Antioch, also knew him, but it was decidedly different. Parker wasn't even entirely sure how it happened, but he wasn't questioning it as he wordlessly went into the diner, gave a polite, if stiff nod to the waitress that greeted him and his sharp blue eyes found the sullen form of one Dante.

The two had shared sparse conversations with each other; Parker wasn't the easiest person to get along with at the best of times, he understood, but there was something to be shared between the men when he wasn't expected to start and perpetuate conversations when they didn't need to be had.

He was silent at first, approaching the booth before standing near Dante just long enough for the latter to acknowledge his arrival as to not catch him off-guard, sitting across from the man once he felt enough time had passed. "Apologies for my being late." He remarked after a pause, keeping his eyes on the other man steadily, almost as though trying to discern something he couldn't quite see. "I hope I haven't kept you long."

[altarcup]

quiz : which lover are you

THE COMPOSER : to you, love is something created. It is born and it is nurtured, and it is entirely intentional. What could be more beautiful than that? We possess the enigmatic power to create deep, impossible, meaningful bonds with other people. It is not something we should take for granted. We choose to care for each other. We inconvenience ourselves with the sheer enormity of the love we have for others. In your eyes, it is the deliberate nature of love that makes it so beautiful.

TAGGED BY : @mortange TAGGING : @heircurse @silvreflames @d4ngers @ithring @enypneon @penddraig @dhystopia @joyuex @yaburnae @icaryan @violenthunt @sordidery @debreuil @afterevers @frser @feyras @sevynhells @curseplay @tragicale @notodin @coeurmer @daekarys @lastlght @ordyneir @northsborn

[digglesgiggless]

just realized i claimed the name afterevent without even posting the drawing i made of them

[little-reader]

"The Son of A Monster." Character Analysis.

"The son of A Monster."

Y/n is Negan Smith's son, who was a high school gym teacher and coach. He grew up playing sports until the outbreak. He took high-earning classes, won medals, and interred school activities. 

During the outbreak, Y/n, who was 13 at the time, took care of his mother, feeding her and helping her with her medicine when his dad was out searching. One day, they left together, his first time out, and came back, finding his mother gone. During that time, before he returned, he was captured by a gang, who made his dad give out the people who gave them medicine. When he left from the bar the gang was in, he had multiple cuts and bruises on his body, that later healed into scars.

Y/n watched his father, Negan, grow mad over the years but stuck closely to him. He followed his dad into anything, going for his every command. 

They joined into a group once, a bad group. It didn’t end well for him and he ended up in a fight with a group member while his dad was out scouting for food. He was beaten bloody, and other things. He almost died as a result. Because of that night, and the afterevents, he has scarring all over his body. This also caused some mental scarring, he went into a spiral of depression and lack of empathy.

When they took over the sanctuary, he took over 15% of it, Negan told him it was time for Y/n to grow up, even though he was 17 by this time. He watched over the people who earned points. He would be in control of putting them in place, which caused some to die,  and some to leave bruises on their face and/or scars on their arms or legs.

Negan wanted his son to be just like him, following in his footsteps. Negan kept him in line by assigning him one wife, trying to get him to marry more, Iris. She looked over him, kept his needs in check, and talked to him. 

Iris soon got pregnant, and kept it based on her religion.  Because of this, He went up a rank and took over paperwork/planning for missions, outings, and the places Negan took over. He would make sure everything was in place, make sure everything was in line and they had collected right. He would take rides over the places that didn’t give enough, threaten or kill someone, and leave with the right amount or a warning for next time. 

To get away from it all, he would put out himself with cigarettes or liquor he found on runs by himself. He also had small places where he hid his things and hung out. Sometimes, he could feel himself slip away from reality for once.

[literare]

@afterevers : 🌿🍒

even if it's christmas vacation, it doesn't take away from getting in some training with olivier before she goes home to see her parents for the evening. and while she would love nothing more than to lounge on the couch, watch crappy christmas movies and drink hot cocoa with dean : she can't. not today. even if it's so hard telling him no. searching for her phone earlier, gym bag dumped by the front door, jacket, scarf and a bright pink beanie ontop of it. phone nowhere to be found however. searched his room, the bathroom, living room and on her way to the kitchen when he comes into her path & maybe she should have known something is up by the grin on his face. or the fact he is lifting his hand to above them. and following his eyes, there's a small snort, seeing the mistletoe he is holding above their heads. totally not playing fair. can't help the smile that breaks upon features as she look back to him however & she take that final step that separate them, hand drift up his chest for support, pushing herself up a little, nose brush against his chin.     ❝   are we sure it's entirely legal to carry it around like this ?   ❞

[direodes]

🌿🍒 indy + ryan

whoever decided it was a good idea to have a team christmas party had never spent an hour with chicago's basketball team. and whoever decided to combine that party with chicago's hockey team, well, was asking for trouble. already used to seeing his house decorated for the holiday, much to his dismay, he had enough of the holiday season and couldn't wait for it to be over. the tree was filled with presents for indy, stevie, zanders, and baby taylor, more so filled with presents for indy — he had no self control, yet the color was driving him mad. so when his team stated they were having a team christmas party with the raptors, he was inclined to say no, especially when they decided ugly christmas sweaters were involved, however, one look at indy and he was throwing on a sweater, heading to the bar that was rented out with her on his arm.

the night had been running smoothly ; zanders, ryan and rio taking up residence near one of the tables while the girls mingled with the other wives and girlfriends. somehow, ryan ended up with a santa hat on his head, nursing a beer and he found himself slipping a hand into the back pocket of indy's jeans, smiling down at her as he approached the bartender signaling another drink. 〝 you come here often? 〞 he teases, thanking the bartender, before glancing around when all the guys began yelling at him, looking up at the mistletoe hanging above them. sighing, he shakes his head, smile soft as he looks at his wife. 〝 first our house.. now here? why do i have a feeling you're bringing these places just so we have an excuse to kiss in public. 〞

my muses reaction to standing until the mistletoe with your muse … accepting

[halfyearsqueen]

WHAT RAGE LANGUAGE ARE YOU ?

step back. usually, you're able to bottle up your emotions and ignore the frustrations. but, after weeks of shoving everything down, your body needs a release, and i pity the poor person who managed to piss you off. it's screaming crying, shouting, kicking lockers, whatever you can do to get it out of your system. it's a whole jean grey moment, fire and fury blasting out of you.

tagged by: taken from @wilsonjacket

tagging: @daekarys , @doloridis , @afterevers ( choose ?) , @roseguided ( visenya / dae ? ) , @lcerys , @wedthrice