#and Niamh doesn’t have faith to lean on :)

[flaggermuser]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Tagged by the wonderful @butterbabyflapjack mwah mwah mwah <3

With the new season of The Bear out (or around the corner), have some pathetic meow meow man Carmy

Tagging with no stress: @raccoonspooky, @brimbrimbrimbrim, @chromeedwardian, @languidcryptid, @ventiswampwater, @venus-haze, @blindmagdalena, @sehtoast, @homeb0ys TW: This snippet contains references to self-harm

Sunday Mass. It’s been a while since Carmy last went and part of him wonders if he’ll burst into flames the second he crosses the threshold. But it’s 10:15 am and Mass is due to finish in 15 minutes at Holy Rosary. He hasn’t seen Niamh for a week, every text and call goes unanswered. It’s as if she’s fallen off the face of the earth. He should be pissed that she’s not sent him a single message or called him to say she was unwell but he isn’t. He’s scared and worried. Things haven’t been going well since she’s been MIA, he’s not been doing well. She was the only one who truly understood what he was going through. He sneaks in, dousing himself in Holy Water, half expecting it to sting. The church is packed, full to the brim with honest-to-goodness Catholics, along with some Christians. He feels like he sticks out, like they’ll sniff him out as a heretic and burn him at the stake. Staying way in the back, he watches as the rows of parishioners get up to go for communion. Then there she is. She doesn’t look as put together as she usually is on a Sunday. Long black sleeves cover her arms, hiding her ink as well as the possibility that she’s done something worse. He decides it’s better to wait for her outside so he stands across the street, lighting up a cigarette and leaning against a tree. Then he waits. Mass ends and the faithful pour out of the church as a flood. He spots her amongst them, deciding to wait until the coast is clear. When he catches her gaze, she looks like she’s about to burst into tears there and then. He awkwardly smiles, hoping to look reassuring and receives a nod in response. All he wants to do is wrap her up in his arms. Even when the crowd disperses, she’s still standing there, like a ship lost at sea. Even from across the street, he can see the sorrow in her eyes. She wasn’t expecting to see him, he knows that. She doesn’t move from her spot so he walks over to her. “You live far or?” He asks, reaching for the bags in her hands. “No, about two blocks,” she replies. “I thought you’d be at the restaurant today.” “I was,” he admits, unable to stop the chuckle that leaves him. “But I wasn’t sure if I’d see you today.” She swallows nothing, keeping her gaze firmly on the floor. There’s tension here and he hates it, he’s never been one for confrontation when it’s not needed. It’s clear she doesn’t need her boss. She needs a friend. “Lead the way.”

[magistriofficiorum]

I’ve has this in my drafts for ETERNITYYY (and then some because I just HAD to do an ArtBreeder) but My Shepherds of Haven MC, my rose gold ANGEL Niamh. 

(slightly-tweaked) Template credit to Lena,the creator of ShoH, over at @shepherds-of-haven! PLAY AND SUPPORT IF YOU CAN 💙

“And I am Niamh Valendil”

Biographical Info Name, Nicknames: Niamh Valendil. Besides Chase’s “Sunshine”, “Tenderheart” is a moniker that started out as a exasperated sort of term of endearment.   Callsign: Wraith Gender:Female Pronouns:She/Her  Age:28

Background Info. Weapon:Daggers (Whisper and Requiem). Magic Specialization:Astral Magic, Battle Mage. Heritage, Birthplace: Elven, Vale Education: Circle-trained. Past Jobs: low level mercenary jobs, scribe, text translator, bookstore clerk, stablehand, barmaid/ server

Strengths: raw magical power, unflappable, works well with others, adaptable, giving, non judgemental, compassionate, genuine, shrewd, patient, a quick study, good under pressure Weaknesses: overthinks/gets stuck in her own head, has a difficult time asking for help, fixates on her mistakes, some fairly severe PTSD, a terrible shot (but can throw daggers with accuracy??

Hobbies/Special Skills: people watching, reading, writing/journaling, going for walks, stargazing. Will sometimes join in on games with the neighborhood kids. A bit of a card shark, but doesn’t really gamble. She’s got a fair voice and can sew decently. Wants to learn more about healing magic.

Major Arcana: Justice DnD Morality Alignment:Chaotic Good Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw Meyers-Briggs Personality Type: INFP-A, The Mediator 

Personality

Heart of Gold/Will of Iron Rebellious/Loyal Independent/Social (patented introvert who loves being around people) Tactful/Straightforward Bold/Cautious Charming/Stoic/Intimidating Witty/Sincere Resentful/Forgiving Self-Preserving/Self-Sacrificing Book-Smart/Street-Smart One-God/Atheist/Old Faith (more agnostic, leaning towards Old Faith- believes there’s something bigger than herself and respects other’s beliefs)

Nerves of Steel 58%~Silver Tongue 63%~Bright Mind 62% ~Razor Wits 55%~Heart of Gold 76%~Soldier 70%

Relationships

Best Friend(s): Trouble, Halek, Briony, Chase, Caine (baby brother) Preferred Mission Partner(s): Red, Blade, Briony (Team Cute but Will Rock your Shit),Tallys, Trouble Friendly Rival(s): Briony (in a foils/ two sides of the same coin kind of way were they make each other better) Love Interest(s): Chase (the serious dark horse who pulled to the front) , but in multiple playthroughs Trouble and Blade (Also exes with Red) Ship Name(s): Sinshine (that is a JOKE I do not have a ship name for her and Chase or any of the others 🤣) Enemies: none besides the Endarkened? She’s pretty chill overall

Physical description: She looks like she might have had a little more curve to her if she was better fed. Small, standing at the cusp of 5’1”. Easy to smile, but it rarely reaches her eyes. A true smile is dazzling and her dimples poke through. Large, gold-orange eyes and wavy rose gold/strawberry blonde hair that hits her collarbone. She tends to keep it in a braided bun at the base of her neck but wears it down or when not out and about. Her skin is olive toned and more golden tan in the sun. The Endarkended that attacked on her birthday left its mark on her. I have it in my head she was picked up by her throat before it went to kill her and the jagged marks where it’s claws dug in the back of her neck never faded. She’s very self-conscious about them and goes out of her way to hide them either with clothing or (most often) her hair. Her hand goes to her neck when she’s anxious.

[houseofcameliard]

Tindall House: 5:30pm

Transcript Under the cut

Chris: Niamh? Your Assistant said you wanted to see me, why didn’t you just call?

Niamh: Sit down, Christopher.

Chris: What?

Niamh: Sit down.

Niamh: “It’s no wonder she got cheated on in past relationships. But unlike those idiots, I’m willing to put up with it if it means a Dukedom.” Does that sound familiar?

Chris: I don’t know what you’re talking about, No. It doesn’t.

Niamh: Do you think I’m an idiot?

Chris: What? Of course not.

Niamh: I think you do. I think you believe you’re much smarter than me. I think you seriously underestimated me, and overestimated yourself, and overestimated how much your friends actually like you.

Chris: Niamh, Darling, you’re not making any sense. Do you feel alright? Let me go get you some water.

Niamh: No, I don’t need water. I’m alright. I’m fantastic. I’ve just avoided making the biggest mistake of my life.Once again, I’ve been used. You used me. You made me believe you cared for me, that you wanted me forwho I am, not for my title. You are disgusting. A psychopath who will do whatever he has to, who will teardown whoever is in his path, to get what he wants. A title, Influence, a Dukedom.

Niamh: The funny thing is you were so close. You were to be the Duke of Melrose.

Chris: Niamh-

Niamh: Your Royal Highness.

Chris: What? Niamh-

Niamh: You will address me as Your Royal Highness. You lost your privilege of calling me by my name the moment your true colours were revealed.

Chris: This is ridiculous, we’re engaged, Niamh. Our wedding is in a few weeks. You’re acting crazy, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Someone is trying to turn you against me, who was it? They’re jealous.Jealous of what we have. Of our Love.

Niamh: Our love? The love where you have no respect for me? Or decency? Or faithfulness?

Niamh: *scoffs* You still think we’re getting married? The engagement is off. I would never marry someone like you. I’m glad you revealed your true colours to me now, rather than many years and children down the line. I’ve informed the Queen of all of this, of course. Obviously, any Dukedom you were to be granted at our wedding has been cancelled. You will never receive a title, an order, or any form of recognition from the Crown from this day forward. Neither will any living members of your family.

Chris: What! You can’t do this!

Niamh: I am the Princess Royal. I am the daughter of the Queen. I can do whatever I’d like. And for someone as sinister as you, using me for a title, willing to lock me into a loveless marriage, I have no sympathy. I almost gave you everything. All you had to do was be faithful to me, care for me, love me. You didn’t even try to. You are revolting to me now. If you ever speak about me in public the Crown will come for you. You will not be able to afford the lawsuit.  

Niamh: Take a look at this face. A picture of disappointment and disgust. This is the look that every woman you ever know will come to share.

Niamh: Now get out.

Chris: You’ll regret this.

Niamh: Is that a threat? Christopher? Threatening the Princess Royal, your decision-making skills have gone from bad to worse.  Get out of my house.

[johnny-writes]

Never give people freedom of choice. 19 + 29

           ✍️ Send Me A Number And I’ll Write A Starter/Drabble Of Our Characters In That AU ✍️  | Accepting!       

19 ) Stripper 

29 ) Super heroes/Super villains

Marcos learned a valuable lesson that day: to never eat from the back alley hotdog cart without a certification from the health department, no matter how hungry he was and how cheap the hotdog was. Thus, he entered on the first building he saw to empty his stomach from the radioactive contents. But he needed to suffer more.

He left the building’s bathroom and wished he wasn’t that desperate to the point of not realizing what kind of place he just entered: a stripping club.

Some middle aged men and college-level student sat down in tables around a platform with a pole on it, where a white-haired woman danced around the pole, in skimpy clothes and a wrist bracelet.

He had to admit he wanted to scream, but he endured the situation. He had to admit that the woman there had a…nice body, but he had to leave that place as soon as possible. He placed a hand on his face and tried to not look at the woman there, while scurrying for the exit.

“Oh, hello there,” a woman with white hair said, wrapping her arm around his, in a way that showed her cleavage to him, “Welcome to the Shirasagi Cabaret, I’m Niamh, how may I serve you?” She also had a wrist bracelet just like the other.

“Ah, haha, nice to meet you, Niamh,” he said, a bit embarrassed, and trying to not look at her cleavage, “I just needed to use the bathroom.”

“You know that the bathroom is just for clients, right?”

“Of course, hehe, but you could open an exception, right?”

“I’m pretty sure our bodies can provide you enough entertainement, look at Susie there.” Niamh said, while pointing with her nose right at the moment her friend removed her bra.

“But, I mean,” Marcos said, quickly looking to the ground, while the crowd cheered at Susie, “Look, ma'am, I don’t want to offend you, but I’m a Christian man, I shouldn’t be here.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, the White Heron Cabaret has constantly served members of clergy. You wouldn’t believe the amount of church people come here, sometimes just after the service.”

Marcos just glanced at her with a surprised expression. Surely, he wasn’t blind to the hypocrisy of some people of his faith, but seeing her so nonchalant about it, made him feel weird.

“Niamh, who is this person? Another man who tried to grope you?” Another woman, this one taller and just as beautiful as the others asked Niamh. She also wore skimpy clothes, revealing her cleavage, midriff and thighs, but she had long sleeves that resembled wings. She also had a hard expression on her face and a wrist bracelet just like the others.

“He’s just another lost soul who needed to use the bathroom, Aldea.”

“The bathroom is just for clients,” she said, leaning toward Marcos, with a small frown, and showing her cleavage to him.

“When did I suddenly become an anime protagonist?” Marcos muttered, trying to not look at her in a wrong way (but how was he supposed to do that in a strip club?).

“Aldea, please, open an exception for him.” Niamh said, smiling to her, while holding Marcos’s arm.

Aldea sighed and said, “You’re too kind, Niahm.” She turned around and raised a hand, “Show him the exit and, if he values his reputation too much, showing the back door.” She said, leaving while swinging her butt.

“Of course, follow me,” she said, while dragging Marcos to the back door. “Aldea may look harsh and narcissistic, but she’s a good person.”

“O-kay.”

“She and Susie have been in the business for a while, granted I’m just doing it to help my family,” she said. Marcos nodded, his first instinct would be to ask if there was anything else she could besides…being a stripper, but he thought he’d offend her, because he still didn’t have a positive opinion of her trade, even if she seemed to be such a nice person.

She led him to the back alley, where nobody was there to witness Marcos leaving the club.

“Well, it was nice to meet you,” she said, smiling to him, “I don’t think you’ll ever return, but take care of yourself. And with what you eat, hehe.”

“Eh, thanks.” He smiled back, out of politeness. For some reason, he wondered if he would ever see her again.

“Also…” she started to say something, but she felt something. Her wrist bracelet started to glow. Her expression changed to show a sense of urgency. “Nevermind, have a nice day!” She said, while closing the door.

At first Marcos was bothered with how sudden her attitude changed, but then smiled, maybe it was for the best, but she did seem a nice girl at least.

Returning to his way, he walked through the back alleys before returning to the main street. When he was in the street behind the bank, he heard something.

“Now, Presea, this is our opportunity.” He heard someone giving instructions and glanced from the corner of the street. He saw a man in a lab coat, kneeled while looking at a girl.

The girl had pink hair, tied into two huge twintails. She looked like a normal, 12-years old girl except by the fact that she had a dead stare in her blue eyes.

“The bank is housing the Dead Diamond.” The man continued explaining, “The fools think it’s just a fancy diamond, but they don’t know it’s the key to give the world perfect peepers like you.”

The girl remained silent.

“Now go and pick it for me!” The man ordered and the girl, apparently named Presea, nodded. She picked an ax that definitely was many times heavier than herself and swung against the wall, opening a hole into it.

Marcos gasped. He had to do something. He used his cellphone to call the police, but would they believe a little girl just destroyed a wall?

BANG!

“Alright, who’s there?” The man called, afer shooting at Marcos, grazing him in the leg. He grunted, while seeing the blood coming out of it. It wasn’t the most deadly shot, but he felt difficulty to walk.

He wanted to run, but the man warned him. “I won’t miss the next shot. My peepers are trained, ya’ know?”

Marcos had no option but to surrender.

“Look at we have have.” The man said; he had a fake left eye, with two pupils made of alexandrite. “It’s just a boy.”

“I’m not a boy.”

“It doesn’t matter, I need to give you perfect peepers, it is the sacred duty of I, Dr. Daniel Dickens, a man of science.”

Meanwhile, Presea left the building through the same hole in the wall, holding a diamond on her hand. The guards shot at her, but the bullets just failed to pierce her. With one swing of her ax, she summoned a whirlwind that swept away the guards.

“What do you want?” Marcos asked.

“It’s simple, I want to give mankind perfect peepers.” Dr. Danny said. It was clear he wasn’t in a good state of mind.

“Not if the Shirasagi Squad allow!”

“Who’s…ah, the parrots!” Dr. Danny said, aiming at the sky.

Three woman descended upon the sky. One had a white outfit that covered her entire body, and she seemed to have sleeves that acted as wings; one had a black outfit, more or less revealing, and a white wings on her back, and she wielded a huge sword; and the last one had a red outfit with long sleeves, resembling a shrine maiden uniform, she wielded a glaive and she also a pair of wings. They all wore masks.

“Presea, take them down!” Dr. Danny ordered.

Presea slammed her ax against the ground, creating a wall of rocks that struck them. The heroes dispersed, in order to escape the debris and the red one whistled something.

After that, a cloud of flies struck Presea. She didn’t seem bothered, and tried to swing her ax to disperse it, but the flies were too small for her sheer brute strength. Seeing she was distracted, the red one descended upon her and struck her with her glaive. However, Presea barely flinched.

Still supported by the flies, she engaged in battle with Presea, striking a few hits, while Presea was too distracted to hit her. But, when she did hit her, she broke the weapon of the red one.

“Good job, Ríona.” the white one said. Then, she extended her wings and said, “Feel compassion!”

A red aura started to surround Presea. For a moment, the deadness in her eyes disappeared, giving place to gleam of life.

“No,” she said, almost sobbing, “I don’t want to do this!” She said, dropping the diamond in order to place her hands into her face, as if ashamed of what she was doing.

“Presea, I need your peepers to be perfect!” Danny said, and he pressed a button in a controller.

“AAAAHHH!” Presea cried while electric currents passed through her body. But it was too late to recover the diamond, the red one swooped down the diamond from her.

“I won’t be defeated,” Danny said, pointing the gun to Marcos, “I have a hostage!”

The black one approached them, with her sword on hand. Danny placed his gun on Marcos mouth and, given his state of insanity, he’d shoot him without remorse. Marcos looked scared and he knew if he said something, he’d shoot.

The woman in black sheathed her sword. The sword, inside the sheathe, started to glow.

“Yes, that’s how I like it!” Danny said, “Now, give me the-AUGH!”

A pipe burst behind him and knocked the gun away. Marcos fell down, almost being hit by the gun. Unfortunately Danny had a second gun on his lab coat pocket and aimed at Marcos.

The woman in black stood in front of Marcos, shielding him from the bullets by bending her wings. Marcos couldn’t see the woman’s face, but he felt she was in pain. Not a pain of death, but, even if her outfit was bullet resistant, it was still painful.

“Dammit,” Danny said, “Presea, retreat!”

The dead eyes returned to Presea. With one swing of her ax, she lifted an immense cloud of dust. After it subsided, both Danny and Presea were gone.

“Well, thank you.” Marcos said to the woman in black, after noticing a wrist bracelet he thought to be familiar. “Uh…do I know you?”

The woman in black said nothing. She patted his head and got up. She looked around and saw the woman in white, probably their leader, delivering the diamond to a police officer.

“Please, put it in better care.” She said and took off, along with the woman in red. The woman in black gave one last look at Marcos and took off with them as well.

“Wow, this is a crazy day, but I can’t help but to feel I met her once.” He said, as paramedic came close to him to treat his wounds. He had a feeling he’d see the girl he met at the club once again.