#and then when i asked about it NOW she replies “i wont be accepting any late plates”

[u3pxx]

college is a fucking circus are they kidding me. am i being played for a fool. is some higher being fucking pissed off at me whats going ON

[paigestrufru]

Oh really ~ paige bueckers

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

might make a part 2?? (Prolly not cus im nervous im gonna get hate cus of how bad this is😭😭)

Warnings: language, suggestive, y/n use

AT PRACTICE you were all practicing simple shots and defense but like normal coach was being tough on you he could tell you were slacking and he knew you could do better.

“Y/N come here” coach said you pass the ball to Nika while you head towards him when your standing infront of him he asks “whats up with you today your missing easy shots” in your mind you already knew what he was about to say “im sorry coach im just tired” he rolls his eyes at this “ well looks like you need to start getting more sleep and less partying” crap how does he know i went out last night “ what have i told u about coming to practice hungover” he says giving you a stare” “im so sorry coach wont happen again” you say basically begging for him to not give u laps “2 laps now Y/N and make them fast” you sigh starting to run around the court.

As you start your laps u hear a familiar voice laughing you turn your head mid lap and see paige laughing at you, you roll your eyes while flicking her off and continue running coach blows his whistle and says “paige and Y/N your both staying after practice and putting up equipment since this is funny” paige pouts at this and u laugh.

After practice your running around collecting the basketballs while paige is grabbing the racks “so you went out last night” you hear paige say you rub your forehead not wanting to talk about it “ yeah it was my friends birthday” paige raised and eyebrow at this “and you thought it would be a good idea to come to practice hungover” you roll your eyes “ what was I supposed to do skip?!” You ask while putting the basketballs on the racks “ nah just now it makes sense why you were missing easy shots” paige says laughing “ oh cmon i could make those shots on you anyday” you say jokingly “oh really” paige looks at you while passing you a basketball, you looking confused but then accept the challenge

After a few minutes or so you and paige were throwing around a couple shots or so and she was definitely winning but still wanted to go easy on you because of your different skills. By any means you weren’t a bad player at all but compared to paige bueckers she blew you out the water but you both had different strong suits.

30 minutes later you and paige had wrapped up yalls game and started to finish cleaning “so i thought you could make those shots on me any day?” paige says while packing up her gym bag “really p?”she chuckles at this “you knew i was joking” you say rolling your eyes “yeah but i still had to prove you wrong” paige says while looking at you “oh really?” you reply while looking back at her “yeah oh really” Paige says while slowly waking towards you, when she gets infront of you she looks you up and down with those blue eyes but this time they have something behind them something you have never seen or felt. “you okay ma you staring pretty hard” she says breaking the loud silence then you realize you have been death staring her the complete whole time, you were so caught up with how good she looked u had zoned out of reality. When you look back up at her she is still looking at you just this time directly into your eyes “hush paige” you reply chuckling “i bet ill be the one saying that to you next time” you hear her say under her breath “what was that?” you ask “you heard me ma” she replies while backing up to grab her bag and walks out the door of the gym.

[dsybouquet]

Ooh do you know of any fics with ellie as a mercenary? (or omg do you have any ideas uwu) I feel like that would slap

mercenary! ellie is probably the most cold blooded asshole the world has ever seen. if there‘s nothing in for her - she‘s not gonna do it. someone could be laying by her feet , bleeding to death and begging for her help and she‘d walk over them because they can’t pay her enough.

there were tales about her, saying she‘d rather die painfully than accept help.

she‘s an absolute lone wolf, travelling the world by herself. it‘s not like she had anything to lose, she was alone anyways.

one day, you met her. she had set up camp in the woods. her fire was illuminating her surroundings just barely. the sound of your footsteps caused her to pull out your gun immediately, ready to shoot whatever was coming right in the head.

„don‘t shoot.“ you said, walking up to her. „i‘m not trying to harm you.“ she just scoffed, not lowering your gun.

„then drop your fucking guns.“ she spitted out and to her surprise, you dropped them and put up your hands. „whats your name?“

„______.“ she lowered her gun, but still pointed at you.

you rolled your eyes when she didn’t say anything in response. „any more questions or are you gonna let me pass?“ the way you talked pissed her off to the core.

„pass, but i‘m sure you‘ll die. the only way through these woods is a village in the middle of it. its covered by infected. try your luck.“ she put her gun down and looked at you.

now you were the one who scoffed. „like i need advice.“ you put your hands down and picked up your guns again. „but i heard rumours about these woods. apparently they are hard to survive.“

you raised an eyebrow and looked at her. „but if they are so hard to survive, how come you are alive huh?“

she just shrugged, leaning forward so her arms rested on her knees. you sat down in front of the fire and looked at her with a tilted head. „who are you?“

again, she shrugged. „maybe i‘m your only way to get through this forest - if you can pay me enough.“

and you sighed. the rumour also had it that a young woman will wait by a tree and help you get through. she would disappear back in the woods once you were at the end. could it be that that’s really her?

„okay, witch of the woods, what do you want?“ you said, sarcasm dancing on your words. „well, what do you offer?“ she cockily replied, tilting her head with a smirk.

„i offer you my company.“

ellie started laughing and shook her head. „you should know better than anyone else that that will not be enough, don’t you?“

you hated the way she spoke, how she tilted her head at you and how her body was speaking. you knew she were making fun of her.

„why should i trust you, i don‘t know shit about you. i don‘t even know your name. how can i be sure you wont lure me anywhere just to fuck me over?“

„oh, you can’t.“ she childishly smiled. „but i can promise i won‘t.“

you rolled your eyes and looked her straight in the face. „what’s your name?“ you almost purred, trying to get a hold of any kind of information about her.

„Ellie. Not that hard to ask for something right?“

„okay ellie. how do i get through these woods?“

„again, i‘ll help you if you pay enough.“

this went on for some until you had enough. you stood up and looked at her.

„alright, allmighty witch.“ the sarcasm in your voice almsot made her laugh. „was nice talking to you. i hope we won‘t cross paths again.“

„if you ever need help on your way, just call my name and i‘ll make sure to help. of course only i-„

„only if i pay enough, yeah sure. i got it.“

ellie watched you leave, knowing you‘ll meet again.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

okay idk if thats what you wanted but thats all my tired brain worked out aaaa

hope you enjoyed 🤭

[burnedwriter]

What type of lovers they are pt1.

A/n:i will be taking a small break and creating pt 2 so stay tuned!,i will step away from tumblr bc these last 2 days have been rough 2 of my posts have been community labelled,its only the dottore ones which makes me think that there is a hater out there that is reporting me,plz if you dont like my posts just scroll its not that hard

Warnings:smut,gentle s*x(kazuha),petnames(kazuha,kaeya),semipublic(kaeya),cockwarming(kaeya)breeding(childe),rough s*x(childe),breeding king,!afab reader

A,/n:im not responsible for what people read

🍁Kazuha

🍁kazuha is a romantic lover.He would write poems for you when he leaves for his travels,so you wont miss his presence while hes away.

🍁he will bring you small gifts and flowers from the places he has visited back home to you.

🍁if you really want to join him to his travels,though hesitant at first since hes concerned for your safety but he will accept you to join him.He cant say no when you look at him with those puppy eyes plus you wanted your life to become interesting than the boring one you are living right now.

nsfw

🍁hes really gentle with you showering you with kisses as hes exploring every inch of your body.He has memoriesed what you like and hat you dont during your time and knows exactly what to do to make you weak for him.

🍁he uses you as his muse and has wrote many poems about you,he will read them when he is alone so he can never forget your beauty.

🍁hes really gentle with you and will not be rough until you tell him to even then he would ask you if you are alright or need him to stop

🍁outdoors sex is very common for the both of you,you would usually go to picknicks far away from civilazation,and one thing always leads to another and now hes on top of you.

‘‘zuzu’‘you moaned as kazuha rolled his hips in a lazy pace

‘‘you are doing amazing my muse,let me hear your voice’‘kazuha praised you,continuing his slow pace

it was true this place was far away from any city in inazuma,you didnt have to wory about your moans being too loud because now it was only you and him

‘‘please zuzu,can you go faster~’‘you whined getting impatient from his gentle pace

‘‘anything for you my muse’‘

❄Kaeya

❄Due to his work being the calvary captain,hes constantly busy but that doesnt mean he doesnt invite you to his office and keep him company while hes doing his paper work

❄he will set up dates to make up for it though it would usually be at the tavern,both of you will drink and have fun

❄he has opened up about his childhood,talking about the big fight between him and diluc and how it affected him both physicly and mentally over the years.You are the only one that has seen whats under the eyepatch and what his eye looks like from that day

nsfw

❄he loves teasing you all the time,whispering dirty things in your ear before leaving for work,making you wanting more.He loves seeing you desperate for him to touch you.

❄Quickies are very common between the 2 of you,as i said before hes a very busy person due to his work,but he will try to make time so you can both take your time and enjoy it

❄he loves fucking you in his office.The feeling of getting caught turns him on.

‘‘kaeya we are going to get caught’‘you whispered

his hand on your hips keeping you from squarming on his lap as he continued his conversation with jean like you werent sitting on his cock,you tried your best not to loose your mind,wanting to move your hips to get some friction.

‘‘are you ok?’‘Jean asked concerned as she saw your face  turn red as a tomato.

‘‘yeah im fine,dont worry about me Jean’‘you replied cearing your throat trying not to look suspicious

‘‘are you sure  sweetheart?~’‘he teased you,a small smirk started to appear at the corner of his mouth.

You bit your buttom lip trying to capture any monas that might escape from your lips as kaeya tried to readjust his position,his cock brushing off of your sweetspot.

‘‘wont bother you anymore,please take some rest’‘Jean said to you before getting up from her seat and walked towards the door,leaving the room.

Waiting for her to be far away from kaeya’s office,as you finally got to move,you started moving up and down his cock.Kaeya leaned back and spread his legs, you were able to use them to balance yourself

‘‘ang~,you are an impatient little thing arent you’‘‘he groan as you continued to bounce up and down chasing your orgasm.

‘‘fuck~kaeya~’‘you let out a low moan trying not to attact any attention from the guards

‘‘you are doing amazing sweetheart,let me help you a bit’‘he said holding your hips firmly fastening up your pace.

‘‘im close~’‘

With one last bounce,you felt your walls squeezed his cock practicly milking him as you finally achieved your long awaited climax.

🐋tartaglia/childe

🐋ajax is  a loyal lover

🐋he has discussed with you from the start that he wants to start a big family just like his and he would spoil them with his harbinger money 100%

🐋He doesnt want you to get involved with his work,since he doesnt want you to get hurt or even worst...get killed he cares so much about you it would absoloutly break him if something ever happened to you and wont stop blaming himself about not being able to protect you.

🐋Just like kazuha he brings you gift from the places he travels but th difference is that its expensive or exclusive jewelry he would find in nations

nsfw

🐋When it comes to fucking you,hes rough.This man thinks the bedroom is also a battlefield.Prepare to wake up the next morning with bruses and hickeys all over your body.

🐋Speaking of hickeys he will leave them to places that are visible such as your neck and/or collarbone to show who you belong to.He would also leave some hickeys in places only he can see like your inner things and chest.

🐋This man has a breeding kink,you cant tell me he doesnt.He want you to start a family together afterall and he will make sure to fill you up to the brim.

‘‘fuck your cunt is milking my cock’‘he groaned loudly as he fucked you mercilesly

your legs pressed at the either sides of your head as you laid back on his chest,with this position he was able to reach deeper than the previous ones.

‘‘Ah~Ajax~’‘you whimpered throwing your head back on his shoulder

‘‘fuck im close, i w-want you to take to take every ast bit of my cum ~’‘he breathed out not stopping his brutal pace.

‘‘Ah~,YES YES!’‘you screamed,holding onto the bedsheets for dear life as you feel your eyes rolling at the back of your head.Both of you reaching your climax,you could feel his seed insideyou filling you up

‘‘i wont pull out until i know you are full’‘

[fluffansmut]

📞

Eddie Munson x Crybaby!fairy!Reader

Fairy’s first Christmas - December 20

Steve and Robin, the fairy-sitters.

Advent calendar | masterlist

📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞📞

You were the grumpiest fairy that could be found in all of Indiana today.

Eddie had to go away.

It was only for a few hours, because Wayne needed his help.

You had tried to bargain with him.

“I can come with you, I promise that I wont be in the way.”

Eddie smiled sadly at your pouty face with the trembling bottom lip.

“I’m sorry baby.” He said, “even though I really want you to come, I’m afraid that you’ll get lost, and besides, it’s really boring.”

“but I don’t wanna be alone” You confessed.

“How about I see what I can do about that?”

The phone call between Steve and Eddie had been just about as strange as it gets when you ask your friend to baby-sit your magical creature.

But he had agree, and he had roped Robin into it too, as the two had to do the inventory at family video together that day, not that she was hard to convince.

He dropped you off into Robins palm outside family videos staff entrance, he instructed you to have a good day, before he pressed a kiss to your head and hopped back into the truck.

You curled up in the palm and brought your knees to your chest. Your wings slouching sadly over you.

“Oh honey,” Robin said, as she turned to enter the store. “STEVE”

The startled jump that Steve made at her sudden shout made you smile some, but it wasn’t enough to lift your spirits.

“What do you want Robin?” Steve asked as he turned to face the woman, who looked just as normal as usual to him.

“You really have to ask?” She said, eyebrow raised in question.

“Huh?” Steve asked not getting what she was hinting at, until she motioned clearly to the hand where you were sitting.

“Ohhh”

Steve lifted her hand until you were eye level with him.

“Now what has got you so down in the dumps?”

“Eddie left.” You mumbled, picking at the edge of your skirt, a habit you developed whilst anxious.

“You know that he will be back, right?” Steve reassured, whist glancing nervously towards Robin, unsure if what he was doing was helping at all.

“Yes.” You said almost inaudible, as if you didn’t dare to say it if it might not come true then.

“Good, cause he absolutely will.” Steve said. Then he smiled at you.

“How about we start of slow with a movie?” Robin suggested.

Steve got to work, shoving a cheesy Christmas film into the vhs slot on the TV that was mounted on the wall in the store.

Meanwhile Robin made you a makeshift cuddlenest out of her scarf and hat.

You still felt sadness as she carefully lowered you onto the scarf, but it got a bit better when you cuddled up.

You focused on the movie and the duo got back to double-checking the inventory.

Your eyelids became heavy about a third way into the movie and you closed them as you told yourself that it would be less time left until Eddie returned when you woke up.

Eddie wasn’t back yet when you woke up, but your usual high spirits were.

You had an itch for pranks and you knew exactly who to play then on.

Steve was sitting reading though the inventory list, with a puzzled look upon his face.

He had a pencil stuck behind his ear.

You shook the sleep out of your wings before you took off… focus set on the pencil.

“Do you get any of this shit?” Steve muttered to Robin who was busy stacking tapes as she swayed to the music which they had on.

Robin replied with her back still turned to Steve in the same moment as you snatched the pencil, you preached yourself up on the computer, waiting patiently for them to realise where you were.

“It must be that right there, or what do you think?” Steve said and Robin hummed in agreement as she hovered over the paper.

Then came the moment, the one you had been waiting for.

Steve grabbed at the space above his ear, again and again becoming more frantic as he couldn’t find it.

When he accepted the fact that the pencil wasn’t where he left it, he stood circling the floor like a dog, searching for it.

Now this sent you into a giggle fit, which caught their attention.

“You’ve been pranked” Robin said, laughing herself as she made her way over to you.

“The next time you want to play tricks on him, then tell me, we’ll team up”

You nodded frantically at her suggestion.

“Hey!” Steve said.

You and Robin both flashed him your most sheepish smiles.

This isn’t so bad after all. You thought.

[anadorablekiwi]

@silvercaptain24 @telemna-hyelle …so you know that modern hsr au i was playing around with? Also @onceuponaladye , im 90% sure this au wont have any spoilers or anything

The one i said i would never write because there’s too many different characters/mini plots to follow?

…

Well.

Enjoy?

“Oh, are you Bailu’s older brother? It’s a pleasure to meet you!” The woman smiled brightly. “Im her teacher, she has spoken highly of you!”

Dan Heng did his best to conceal his tension. “Yes. My name is Dan Heng, I’m a technology major at Xiangzhou University.”

The teacher poorly hid surprise. “Oh, you’re a college student then? It must be difficult balancing school, work, and taking care of little Bailu here.”

Bailu pouted at being called ‘little’ and stuck her tongue out at the lady.

Dan Heng forced a chuckle and smile. “Well, I’ve started focusing mostly on Work and Bailu right now. I only take a class or two each semester.”

While not technically a lie, he chose to leave out the fact that he had started college in general with just two online classes. This semester. And is only 17 years old.

Relief flashed across the teacher’s eyes. “Oh, that's good! Well, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask me!”

“Thank you.”

Dan Heng led Bailu out of the school to where he had parked. He attempted light conversation for her sake, but he was still mildly panicked, and he knew Bailu could pick up on it.

Once they reached the privacy of their tiny apartment, Bailu finally broke the tension.

“I didn’t say anything that would make her worry, promise,” she offered in a small voice.

Dan Heng gave a slight smile and ruffled her hair. “I know, Bailu. Don’t worry. Its probably because I look young. Or, well, I look my age.”

He hung Bailu’s backpack on its hook by the door and headed towards the kitchen.

“Hopefully that should keep her off our backs. Want some ants on a log for your after school snack?”

“Ooo! Yes please!!” Bailu replied enthusiastically.

~~~

[months later]

“Woo Hoo!! Summer Vacation!!!” Bailu cheered as she pushed past Dan Heng and ran inside. She quickly took off her backpack and shoes, initially tossing them aside. One look from Dan Heng later, they had been put into their proper places.

“Cracker and peanut butter sandwiches for snack today?” Dan Heng removed his own shoes and put them away.

“Oh yes please! And Juice?” Bailu looked up at him, eyes full of hope and pleading.

Dan Heng chuckled. “Sure. And juice.”

~

Dan Heng set a plate and cup down on the cardboard box they had converted into a table. “Snack’s ready!”

A muffled ‘yay!!’ Was heard from the other room, followed by rapid footsteps.

Just as Bailu sat down to eat, Dan Heng’s phone rang. He looked at the screen, and raised a puzzled eyebrow.

“Video call…?” He muttered.

Dan Heng answered the call. “Hi.”

Jing Yuan smiled back from the screen. “Hello there! And oh perfect, Bailu is with you, too!”

Bailu grinned and waved. “Hi mister Jing Yuan!!”

Jing Yuan chuckled. “Hello there, little Bailu. I was wondering if you two would like to stay with me for a couple weeks, kick off your summer vacation with a bit of fun? You can play with the animals on Boothill’s ranch, help out with the horses…”

“HORSES??” Bailu practically screamed. She turned to her brother with her very best puppy dog eyes. “Please??? Can we????”

Dan Heng sighed. Jing Yuan clearly did this on purpose. He would know Dan Heng would want to decline, but if asking over video call, he was almost guaranteed to be within Bailu’s hearing range when the question was offered.

Reluctantly, he answered, “…sure. Why not?”

“YES!!!” Bailu shouted/cheered. She began to talk quickly, rambling off things she was planning on doing and excitedly ran to the other room.

“Bailu! You need to finish your snack!” Dan Heng called out. He finally turned his attention back to Jing Yuan.

“Sorry about that. Sure, we accept your invitation. When exactly were you thinking?”

Jing Yuan flashed a bright smile. “Perfect! How about you drive up here tomorrow? Or whatever time works best for you two, of course.”

Bailu, having returned to finish her snack, replied with mouth full of crackers and peanut butter. “Yes! Tomorrow!!”

Dan Heng wanted to smack his head into the wall.

“…Sure, tomorrow works. Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Jing Yuan.”

“Of course! And how many times must I say, just Jing Yuan is fine. No need for formalities. Well, I shall see you two sometime tomorrow then!”

“Bye!! See you tomorrow!!!” Bailu called.

“Goodbye Bailu, Dan Heng. Have a good rest of your day.”

“Bye.”

Dan Heng ended the call and let out a sigh.

Bailu grinned innocently at him as she took a sip of juice.

Dan Heng had an odd feeling about this.

~~

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Funeral/Cemetery

I got different suggestions for that one, so I went ahead and did something completely else!

Asshole move, I know, but...let's hope nobody hates me all too much.

Characters: Námo & Haleth, Haleth/Caranthir

Words: 1 591

Warnings: Haleth is dead, Caranthir is sad, Erestor is lonely.

(Fic under the cut)

“This is a smidgen exaggerated, isn’t it?” Haleth asked, swirling imaginary wine in a beautifully wrought, entirely immaterial chalice, and nudged the tall, motionless creature by her side in affectionate comradery.

She was gazing at a lone figure, hunched over by grief, standing mutely in front of a stone, silent tears running like streaks of acid across wrath-reddened cheeks.

“These gestures are important to the Children—the First Ones, I mean,” Námo replied in his grave, echoing voice.

The Lord of Mandos could still not really understand how he had ended up in this unique position, but he had to admit that he almost enjoyed the companionship of the stubborn, irreverent soul who had decided to benevolently haunt him.

Like many another haughty, self-assured being, Námo had had to learn that Haleth of the Haladin was not one to be easily displaced or kept back against her will, and so all his exhortations and encouragements—ranging from discreet hints to outright threats—had not yet had any noticeable effect on her.

“By virtue of my life, my sacrifice, and my enduring love,” she had claimed confidently, “I demand the grace of being allowed to meet my beloved at least once more. Do you not empathise with the earnest longings of a wife and mother?”

Women, Námo thought now, not unkindly but definitely bewildered—they truly were something to behold. Lúthien, Andreth, Haleth of the Haladin—he had met his fair share of headstrong female Children, and he never grew weary of their unexpected and outrageous ideas.

“Morifinwë Carnistir is hardly one in whose name I had ever foreseen to be petitioned,” he hummed now as they watched that very Elf through a wavering screen of mist. “Good for him, I guess.”

Námo was generally not in the habit of feeling pity for those who had defied his words and commands, but—having experienced Haleth’s prodigious pig-headedness as well as her sparkling humour and her gruff kindness himself—he could appreciate how terrible it must have been to lose her.

“Oh, Moryo,” she sighed as she witnessed the unwaveringly stone-faced expression of wordless misery on that ever-fair face she had so loved. “Why do you return to that place when you know that I am no longer there?”

It broke her heart to see him thus, fossilised in his grief and robbed of his prodigious sense of purpose, laying down flowers by a moss-covered stone.

The blossoms, she knew, were even more short-lived than she had been, and there would be nobody but him to clean their remains away and replace them with new ones.

“Why bring imminent death to a monument to an irreversible one?” she breathed, reaching out a tendril of her essence as if to breach the fragile barrier between the realm of the living and her temporary abode. “Go and see about that son you’ve sent away.”

Námo did not interrupt her; thinking of his sister’s teachings, he just sat and listened, accepting the burden and instinctive sting of guilt for a loss he had neither caused nor could remedy.

A flash of knowledge entered his mind then, and he gave a muted sigh.

“He’ll die, won’t he?” she said without turning to the guardian of all souls. “He will do something stupid—as he’s wont to do—and he’ll perish. Will he suffer greatly?”

Hesitating for a moment—a rarity where Námo was concerned—he finally decided that she was strong enough to hear the truth.

“Yes,” he replied gently. “They all will as they all must. Rejoice though, Haleth of the Haladin, for soon he shall be by your side once more. May you give him the peace and closure he has been seeking for so long.”

When he had spoken his doom, Námo had been acutely aware of all that the exiles would sacrifice, destroy, and lose, but he had never considered what they would find.

Seeing the devastating, soul-crushing distress and desolation in Morifinwë’s fair face now, he wondered if this—having known plenty and pleasure only to have it run through their fingers like sand—was not the worst punishment, far beyond being severed from their kin, people, and the Blessed Realm.

“My son,” she then said. “Show me the blessed child I’ve carried in my feeble body, protected by the flimsy defence of brittle ribs and friable flesh.”

“As you wish,” Námo whispered, swirling a pale, long-fingered hand in the darkness of his own making and conjuring up the wavering image of a young Peredhel.

A lonely boy, he thought, as he glanced upon that serious, solemn mien and the irrepressibly proud bearing of one who had never been taught to laugh freely.

Those who had left these shores in anger and dismay, mere children following the folly of yet another clueless orphan, had at least had the support and solace of their siblings and cousins.

This one, going by the name of Erestor, had nobody but himself.

“This,” Haleth whispered, aggrieved, “is our fault. Neither Moryo nor I were exceedingly outgoing, and making friends was always exceedingly hard.”

“He has lost much when he lost the both of you,” Námo murmured, a tinge of sadness in his voice. “Take this as a token of my gratitude for your friendship, you wrothful, wilful child—your son will do great things. In time, he will find friendship and even love beyond the misery that has tinged your every happy moment.”

Had she possessed eyes to weep, Haleth might well have shed enough tears to bring Lord Ulmo to the Halls of Mandos.

Looking through the wondrous screen of mist and illusion once more, her whole essence shivered at the unchanged, immobile, petrified picture of hardened, weaponised grief.

“He has been so tender,” she whispered, as much to herself as to her companion. “Moryo was an excellent storyteller, an exceptional mathematician, and a marvel with thread and needle—surely, you can appreciate that talent in a spouse. I wish that I could have saved him.”

Suppressing both a sardonic chuckle and an aggrieved moan, Námo inclined his veiled head to her.

“You may take a sword and use it to cut your wood and meat, calling it a domestic comfort and a cherished item of intimate bliss and protection, but that does not change the fact that it is a weapon still. Long before you or any of your forefathers were born, he has been forged into a weapon, and all the love on either side of the ocean could not change that.”

“Will it ever be so?” she asked mournfully.

“No,” he admitted, casting his mind into a vague, ever-shifting future. “No, I believe not. For now, however, there is nought either one of us can do for him—Morifinwë must walk the bitter path he was set upon until he returns to our grace.”

She nodded, for she understood that there were things beyond her imagination and knowledge—Haleth, wise and rational, had come to make her peace with that fact a long time ago.

“What about the boy? Will he resent us forever?”

Again, Námo took his time—weighing the dolour of the past against the hope of the future—before laying an astonishingly heavy, solid hand on her incorporeal shoulder.

“Your life was short and ruled by terror and war,” he then said kindly. “Many things you have never learned, and it’s not for me to tell you about them, but—and you may hold that against them or praise them for it once you meet them—a few of the kinspeople of your beloved have shared a similarly deplorable fate.”

Haleth was exuding confusion and irritated frustration at those cryptic words of semi-prophecy.

“Your son shall,” Námo explained, toeing the line of what was permitted or even recommended to share with her, “very soon indeed, find people who share the resentful longing for heroes and criminals of a past they cannot shake. If he has but a fraction of your inner strength and obstinacy, he will learn to untangle his puerile disappointment from deeper, more complicated feelings and, with luck, even draw the right conclusions from the losses he has endured.”

Still, she could not truly make sense of the words that pierced her like bright blades and left her soul aching and bleeding with yearning.

“He is not the only Peredhel, Haleth,” Námo whispered into her ear. “And he is certainly not the only one to have loved and lost cherished role models and parents who forthwith are painted as villains by a people who need to look ahead lest the mistakes of the past devour all of them alive.”

“Does he—does he even remember us?”

“Nobody will ever forget you—for better or for worse—my dear little one,” Námo laughed, earnest amusement dancing in his weightless voice. “Not he, not the Valar, not the generations to come.”

The wavering image of Morifinwë Carnistir—Caranthir the Dark—faded into the abyss once more, and Haleth gave a choked sob of boundless anguish.

“I would say that it has begun, but…it shall end.” Wrapping his cloak around her shivering form, flickering like a dying candle, Námo held her close. “They will arrive soon—the first of the seven—for something in their soul tells them that they are being called back.”

An idea crossed his mind then. “Come,” he said, “let’s visit my wife. I want to tell you of Gondolin, and of the marvellous succour that may yet arise from the ashes of a doomed city.”

Thank you so much for reading <3

-> Masterlist for November (by @cilil)

[xxbl00ds0akeds3raxx]

um. hi again, sera… u know i love u. I’m sorry if i overreacted before, but u obviously understand why. i know ur trying, it just all makes me so mad…

uh, but… who is that other person in the ask box that’s been talking recently?? sorry, but if someone’s going to be an asshole about me like that, why bother replying? u know i’m just looking out for u. like u said. maybe this “camille” is being nice to u now, but u know how people are, especially online. i can’t stop u from replying or anything, but don’t accept any offers from this person or anything, please… i don't trust her.

she’s telling u to stop talking to me… she doesn’t even know me! u know that ur the only person i talk to. i wouldn’t be anything without u. I don’t have any friends or anything… everyone at school hates me for no reason… ur the only one that understands me. please don’t let her get to ur head, my beloved.

if u come over i could show u my love again… i just want to see you. <3

- kylar

hii kyky <3 i love you too!! i hope u know that <33 ofc u have every right to be upset. i shouldn't have been hiding anything from u. u put sm trust into me & deserve tha same amount of effort 2 b put back into u :(

the person in my inbox is just a kind someone who stumbled upon my page ^_^ she means well & wants me 2 be safe like u do but ummm,,, ya ur right

she doesn't know us irl so ofc take whut she says w/ a grain of salt. it's hard 2 judge a situation when ur not in it and idk apparently ppl think i'm "prone to exaggeration" on here and apparently too "unwell" that it makes me overemotional & clouds my judgment (¬_¬ ). so maybe i dont portray thingz 100% accurately (╯︿╰)???

either way plz dont worry any of that !!! i've no plans to take any offers to get away from u <3 um.... if you want me 2 stop replying to her,, i guess i could? idk :( i know u dont trust her but— idk. we will talk abt this face 2 face in a bit ^^;

ehehehe "show u my love" o-m-g. stopp it you,,,, (´▽`ʃƪ) 'm kidding p;ls dontstop,iloveit. as soon i post this i'll b over in 10 min :] wont keep u waiting i promise!! <3

[fanfiction4sooya]

thanksies, i guess this isnt really a problem its like making me confused..so i have a problem in school(yes im a minor im so sorry😔) i like this one girl whos like 1 yr older than me, i really like her and i kind of stalked her ig acc and i knew that she likes aespa..and since it was almost time for school holidays, i decided to confess but, i used my other account and tried to be someone else just to see something..i said "hey i like you, its ok if u dont accept because im only letting my feelings out, i also wanted to tell you that (my name) likes you too but didnt want to confess to you." i kind of exposed myself so it wont look obvious, her friends have beef with me for some reason..and then she replied with "oh im straight" and i was like okay...then i told myself to move on and i did..then when school reopened, she starts searching for me, looking at me, staring, making eye contact with me. and tbh she would even follow me sometimes..i dont want to be called delulu but i know what i saw..and i want your honest opinion on this..

also im sorry if this confused you i didnt really know how to explain😞

Oh honey bun... I am sorry you are going through those tough things.

Well, there's a few ways this could go down. I understand you secretly telling your feelings, you tested the waters; but since you've done it anonymously these looks and stares might be of:

1- Confusion as to why the "person" who told her about your feelings did that in the first place (like she might be asking who of your friends would tell on you like that). I know if it was me I'd feel bad for you having someone in your life willing to tell a major secret like that;

2- Since you told me you are a minor (btw, don't take any of my works to life or interact with them please) she probably is one too or 18 ish, she might not be out yet. You know, it's hard to getting accepted and if that's the case she might be trying to hide it or not show too much and jump into conclusions. Everyone has their own pace when it comes to coming out, not everyone feels safe to do it (understandably so). So try to be friendly if she ever stares at you again and hope for the best. You technically didn't make the first move, someone did it for you so she might be considering if it's true or not. (Also if her friends have something against you she might be scared of going after you and losing her friends or being judged, etc).

3- She is straight and it's staring because now she knows you are a sapphic and in love with her. (Or at least now she suspects it, since there's no confirmation on your part)

Well, that's it. I think patience is key in things like this, specially because you are young and so is she. Just don't let her "rejection" get too much in your mind. It's hard being a teenager, I know, but try your hardest to not run straight into dangerous situations when it comes to dating someone of the same gender as you.

I hope I was of any help, luv 💖💖 and please keep your chin up, hun. There's plenty of girls out there, try to be as confident as you can!!

(if someone has any helpful advice or feels like correcting me on something, please let me know)

[slutnali]

From my understanding the people on twitter were more upset with her response to biblegirl, who tweeted something along the lines of “the sooner we accept that most adults do cocaine the better” (not the exact wording, she deleted it now cause the response was overwhelmingly negative, but the sentiment was normalizing cocaine use bc it’s prevelant) and Denali responded “tea”. To me that’s a lot more 🤔what do u mean by that🤔 than anything she said on the podcast.

This is long so I'm adding a read more out of curtesy and also because we are talking about drugs [not very descriptive but still]

I remember seeing that earlier while I was out but don't remember it word for word, wish I did tho

But from what I remember, I thought there was some truth to it. Many people do it, it's not just rampant in the lgbt+ community but everywhere else. Does it make it okay? Absolutely not but from what I took from it is that there's just so much shaming for it and I think harm reduction should be discussed. That's not to say that you should glorify it and I don't think they are, however its such a delicate & complicated topic that people are quick to jump at each others throats defending their stance, etc.. With Nali replying 'teaaa' I think also it has to do with the fandom's reaction to it as well.. like, it always gets weird?

I remember when s13 had been announced and people did their digging and found out about her mugshot etc.. the fandoms reaction gave me an ick because people were very much 'omg how scandalous teeheee 🤭" gossiping and theorizing it... and then again when she'd made a joke about her mugshot on the GITMS segment and then people were actually thirsting over it on twt.. like it was weird imo.. and yeah, she was open about it and to some extent you could argue "she made it our business" but I think this'll probably be the last time she does share about it and I don't think she owes us any more stuff about it if she doesn't want to. That's just me though.

Could the tweet have been worded better? Yeah, but again, the tweet from Biblegirl was deleted and I can't really go in depth. But tbh I don't want to go further into depth or back and forth after this ask and another i have, because this blog is mainly for reading [and occasionally writing] drag race fic and thirsting over my faves.

There def is a discussion to be had when it comes to people who have used it and people entirely against it, and there's many points to be shared on both sides. I've seen some of it while I was scrolling twt a while ago bc I follow a bunch of dr girls [obvs] and local queens.

As for Denali, if you no longer want to support her that's fine and your right. If you need/want to separate yourself from that, do it and if you're a follower or mutual of mine that wants to unfollow me there's no hard feelings. If you do wanna keep following me you can black list 'denali foxx' and 'denali' so you wont see posts with her tag. I cant speak for everyone else who may not tag but I can for my blog because I always use them and tag accordingly.

Drug use and talk happens and it's not a cancelable offense, in my opinion at least. There are many many queens who openly talk about substance use but I rarely even see anyone bring it up: Willow and a bunch of s14 girls doing shrooms, Camden talking about how blackout she was while touring last year and not knowing how she got safe to her hotel room, Sasha C mimes sniffing coke or smoking on stage, all the open stoners, etc.. when it comes to this and other topics people are very pick and choose when it comes to their faves so idk..

but again, this is all my opinion and ramble and its okay if we have a difference.

[fangirlstorycreator]

The Legend Of The Lost Princess ♡ Chapter 14

Once everyone had pitched up their tent, you all gather in the centre off the tent area. "We're going to need some fire wood, it will ward off any animals and keep us warm too" You say to all the men. "Hears an idea" Jareth announces "How about you and Taligaro make a fire pit, me and Blackwall go and collect some fire wood, and Cael and Logan can go hunt for some food to put on the fire? This place is great for hunting boar" Logan and Cael look at eachother and nod. "That's not a bad idea Jareth, you want to see what we can get Logan?" "Sure, let's go" Cael and Logan grab their weapons and head north into the forest. "I could have easily hunted some food for us, why have i got to collect wood with you?" Blackwall asks with a low tone. "Because we're all working together as a team! Plus, its more time I can use to make you finaly smile!" "Uugghh, let's just go" Blackwall starts stomping off into the woods, making Jareth run after him. That just leaves you and Taligaro on your own while his 3 men are still pitching their tents. "Alright Tal, let's make a fire pit" "After you Y/N" Both of you grab two large sticks from the side of a tree and begin digging a whole in the ground. Meanwhile, Cael and Logan were moving quietly through the trees, until Cael knelt down onto his knees and hid behind a bush, with Logan following his lead.

"You see the clearing up ahead? I can see fresh hooves prints. Which mean there's boar nearby, all we have to do is wait" Cael says in a quiet voice. "All good with me" replied Logan. They both sit in silence, listening for any sound that could be something to hunt, when Logan decides to speak up. "Hey Cael?" "Yeh?" "Seeing as we're all working together and going to be spending some time together on this quest, what's say we get to know eachother a little more?" "Sure, what do you want to know?" "Well, I asked that blonde general guy earlier why he's joined this quest, so what's your reasoning?" "I'd tell you, but I fear I might bore you with the details" "I would rather hear a story about your personal life than listen to Jareth and Blackwall bicker all night" This makes Cael chuckle "It wont bore me, so? Why are you hear?" "Honestly? I kind of came hear to escape" Logans a little confused. "Escape? What, were you a prisoner or something?" "I suppose you could say that. When I was growing up, I was always diffrent to the other kids in my village, and kind of the black sheep in my family. I was never like anyone I knew, especially with my looks. I was born with white hair, noone else in my family has white hair, I was always seen as a freak"

"That's awful" "I just got used to it, I didnt want to be like them anyway. My father was tough and my mother didnt care, me and my siblings pretty much had to fend for ourselves. Being the youngest, I was still living at home when my siblings moved out, and no matter how hard I tried, I would never be good enough for my parents. Especially as I grew up, and discovered more about myself" "What do you mean by that?" "My father kicked me out of the home when he discovered me with someone I was having a relationship with. My father was disgusted at the thought of his son being with another guy, he thought I was messed up, and he never accepted me for who I really am" "Your father made you leave just because your not attracted to women? That's just cruel" "Thats my father. I haven't seen him since that very day, it's been nearly 10 years now, and I dont miss him or my mother, she didnt defend me, so why should I miss her?" Everything Cael said, was said with such heartache, he had held this in for so long, it's no wonder it's difficult for him to talk about. "Hey uhh, I'm sorry you have do deal with that. People like us shouldn't have to be put in positions where we feel wrong about who we are" "We?" Logan smiles warmly at Cael, realising he hadn't mentioned it before. "Sorry I forgot to mention it, I actually prefer men to women, just like you. I always have done"

Cael smiles a little, feeling like a little pressure has been lifted from him. "I didnt know, it makes a nice change to talk to someone else who understands" "Same hear Cael, and if you need to talk about anything, dont hesitate to ask" "That's kind of you Logan" Logan and Cael just sit for a few seconds, looking at eachother in a comfortable silence. Right before they both hear a rustling in the trees in front.

"Shhh" Cael whispers, slowly reaching for his bow and arrow from his back. He positions himself so he is able to see the boar that's just come into the clearing, it's a large one, the perfect size to feed everyone back at the tents. "I should be able to shoot it's two front legs from hear, stopping it from running away" "Great, if you do that, I'll finish it off with my sword, I'm ready when you are" Cael straightened up, pulls back the bow and shoots the boar right through it's two front legs, causing it to fall to the ground and squeal. That's when Logan jumps out and plunges his sword right through its head, killing it instantly. Cael walks out of the bushes to Logan, resting his hand on Logans shoulder. "Nicely done Logan" "Thanks, couldn't have done it without you" They share another warm look, before Logam removes his sword and they both pick up the boar and carry it back to camp. As they had finished their hunt, Blackwall and Jareth were nearly done collecting wood for the fire. "Hey! Hey Blackwall, what do you call a-" "For fuck sake, enough with the jokes already!" "Ah come on, a little humor never hurt anybody" "Tell that to the splitting headache in my head then" Jareth is really trying hard to make Blackwall smile, but it just isn't working. "What's your deal Blackwall?" "What?" "You dont talk unless someone makes you, your quiet, grumpy, I just dont know how to get you smiling" "Has it ever occured to you that maybe I dont want to smile?" "I dont believe that, there must be something that would make you smile?" "Shoving your head up a horses ass maybe?"

[elwynten]

Chapter 65

Another war game, Part 2

I gave all of my girls a hug before I ported Kimmy and myself to the thirtieth floor of Babel Tower.

As I expected the fourteen 'gods' were arguing with lady Hestia about our Familia winning the war game and the deal made.

I walked over to Hestia and got her attention so I wouldn't startle her. I gave Hestia a hug as well as Kimmy gave her a hug. "Having trouble here?" I asked Hestia.

"Ya, they won't stop arguing about us winning the war game. They don't want to accept that we won." She told me.

"I'm not surprised." I replied then it turned to the Coalition 'gods'. "SHUT UP!!" I yelled that them.

The whole room went silent. It was unusual for a human to tell a 'god' what to do.

After a couple moments. "How dare you talk to us like that." One of the 'gods' demanded.

"I'll tell you to shut up and you will listen or you wont like the results." I told him. "We won the war game. NOW you pay up!"

"You do not demand anything from the gods!" One of the Coalition 'goddesses' told me.

I gave her an evil grin. "Isolation." I said calmly.

All of the Coalition's 'gods' collapsed onto the floor or slumped over onto the table they were sitting around.

The room went silent as the 'gods' were trying to figure out what had happened.

"You warned them." Kimmy said into the silence.

Asfi was standing beside Hermes looking around at all of the 'gods' that had slumped over. Then she looked over at me. "You did that to lord Hermes." He stated.

I nodded my head in agreement. "It is the exact same thing I did to Hermes." I replied. "And that is one reason these 'gods' should think twice before getting on my bad side!" I warned everyone in the room.

I changed the Isolation so the fourteen 'gods' under its influence could hear me. "Now, the Hestia Familia won the war game. All of you will disband your Familia's, hand over all of your monies, properties and possessions to us. Then all of you will leave Orario and never return." I told them.

Hestia was standing beside me grinning from ear to ear. She knew I care for her and would do nothing to her unless she did something really stupid. She also knows I don't kowtow to the 'gods' of this world and that I won't put up with their arrogance.

With that I Nullified their arcanum and immortality. Which means they will age like any human would and they will eventually die of old age. And once they have disbanded their Familia's they will never be able to give anyone a falna ever again. I didn't tell them any of this.

All the 'gods' in the room were looking at me with different expressions on their faces. Some looked scared, some looked worried and some looked angry.

I looked over at Asfi and Hermes. "I would suggest you make sure the Hestia Familia is never in another war game. If any of these 'gods'," I made the work 'god' an insult. "Try to get us into another war game or even do anything to any member of the Hestia Familia or our friends I will destroy them." I informed Hermes and everyone else in the room.

I released the fourteen members of the Coalition. Since they weren't totally in sensory deprivation. They didn't jerk or twitch when they 'woke' up.

"[Ouranos, I'll leave getting them to disband their Familia's and getting all of their wealth to the Hestia Familia in your hand or more accurately the hands of the Ganesha Familia and the Hermes Familia.]" I said and sent to Ouranos.

"Yes." Ouranos replied, his voice sounding out of nowhere.

I looked around the room to get an impression of what the different 'gods' might think of what just took place. Loki had a sour expression on her face.

I gave Loki a good long look. "Whose side are you on Loki, big boobs?" I asked.

Loki took a quick look down at her chest then back at me because I had just reminded her, who had given her a large chest.

After a few moments, Loki grinned. "I'm not an enemy of the Hestia Familia." Loki replied as she looked between me and Hestia.

By admitting Loki and her Familia wasn't an enemy of the Hestia Familia, she didn't admit our Familia's were friends, but she also admitted we weren't enemies and there was no hostility between our Familia's. So, Loki was neutral with our Familia. Which was good for both of our Familia's.

Hestia grinned. "It's good that we aren't enemies." Hestia admitted.

I nodded my head in agreement and understanding. "That's good to hear." I told Loki and lady Hestia.

Miach, Take' and Hephaistos I wasn't worried about. They already know a lot of what I can do, and they knew I wouldn't do anything to them unless they did something really stupid. And that was highly unlikely to happen. They were more likely to be worried for me and the Hestia Familia than be worried about what I might do.

I put my arm out for Hesta to take ahold of and I took Kimmy's hand in my other hand, and I escorted them both out of the room and back to Hearthstone Manor.

= = = = =

Later that evening.

Hermes and Asfi showed up at Hearthstone Manor. He had all the paperwork and information we needed for getting all of the properties and monies from the ex-Coalition 'gods'.

"The gods of the Coalition will be expelled from the city in the morning." Hermes told us. "It also seems that most of their children weren't very happy about their gods starting all the trouble with the Hestia Familia, from what I have heard." He continued.

Hestia nodded her head. "That is good to hear. We were hoping some of their children would be willing to join my little Familia." Hestia asserted.

I chuckled. "You really can't call our Familia little anymore. We already have almost twenty members. That's not really small anymore." I said.

"That's true." Hestia agreed with me with a big smile on her face.

"I would suggest you keep a low profile for a while. Because many of the other gods are scared of you, Eilwyn." Hermes informed me and Hestia.

I grinned. "As they should be." I told Hermes.

"You're not worried of what they might do?"

I shook my head, no. "Why should I?"

"They could cause you a lot of trouble." Hermes informed me.

I chuckled. "All they would be doing is causing trouble for themselves."

"What do you mean? How" Hermes asked.

I took a few moments and did a quick mental search. "Lulune and Falgar are on the sixteenth floor. They are headed on down to the eighteenth floor to Rivira to try to get some information you want to know about." I started, then I went on and listed every main member of the Hermes Familia and where they were and what they were doing.

Hermes eye went wide as I listed off where every member of his Familia was and what they were doing. But Asfi was the one that started talking first.

"How can you know all of that? There is no way anyone other than lord Hermes and I could know all of our Familia members are right now!" Asfi asked almost demanding an answer.

I grinned at both of them. "I can read your mind. I can read the minds of everyone in your Familia as well." I informed Asfi and Hermes.

"What!?" Asfi exclaimed. "You can't do that! It is impossible to read people's minds!" She declared.

Hermes looked at me with a scared and worried expression on his face.

I chuckled. "Yes, it is possible and yes I can read people's minds." I assured her. "Otherwise, how would I know exactly where all of the Hermes's Familia members were and what they were doing?" I stated more than asked.

"When will Ganesha Familia be letting us know about all the money and property we are getting?" I asked changing the subject.

"Everything should be settled by this evening and someone from the Ganesha Familia should be around in the morning to let you know about it." Hermes informed us.

"Oh, yes! We are rich!" Hestia exclaimed.

I chuckled at Hestia's reaction. "We already have enough money." I reminded Hestia.

"I know, but it's good to have more, just to make sure." Hestia told me.

"That's true. But there is no need to go overboard." I reminded her.

= = = = =

The next morning

Team Thunder, Hestia, Bell, Welf and the others went to make sure the fourteen 'gods' that were in the Coalition of Familia's let the city.

As we walked to the city gate, many humans, dwarves, elves, animal people and prums, were out opening up shops, walking to work and getting ready for the day.

We were greeted with; "Way go to Hestia Familia!" "Congratulations!" "I was rooting for you." "I lost five thousand valis because of you." Was said in frustration not anger. Were some of the things people were saying as we passed by.

As we reached the city gate. Ganesha and some of his Familia members were there. They were in charge of releasing the fourteen 'gods' and making sure they left the area.

There was also many of the ex-members of the Familia that fought against us at the gate as well, seeing off their ex-god. Some where sad others were jeering their previous gods for their stupidity.

I did a mental search of the ex-Familia members. I knew most of the Coalition members hadn't wanted to fight the Hestia Familia. But they had no choice than to fight us. I found several people that felt like they would well with the Hestia Familia. We could double the size of our Familia, but Hestia agreed that doing that would probably cause more problems than we wanted to deal with. So, it was agreed that we would only take in eight to ten of the Coalition members. Although if any of them wanted to stop being adventurers and would work in one of the Hestia Familia shops, that was a different matter.

As I walked around the group of ex-Familia members, I would point to one and said. "You, come with me." I did this several times. Once I had several people in a group.

"You are the people we deem good enough to join the Hestia Familia, if you are willing to join us." I announced to the group.

"You want to take us in?" One asked me.

"The agreement we had before the war game was, the Hestia Familia gets first pick of any of our opponent's members, if we win. We won, so we are not taking our pick. If you don't want to join our Familia, you don't have to. We definitely won't force someone to join the Hestia Familia if they don't want to join. We don't want anyone in the Familia that doesn't want to be in it." I told them.

"And you want all of us to join the Hestia Familia?" A girl in the group asked.

"That is why I told each of you to follow me. I'm Eilwyn the Vice-Captain of the Hestia Familia." I introduced myself.

"Ya, we learned that yesterday." Another person said and laughed.

I chuckled. "You had to learn it the hard way, though." I replied.

"With that said. If you want to join the Hestia Familia, Meet us at Hearthstone Manor after lunch today." I instructed them.

A cat-girl raised her hand. I nodded to in acknowledgement. "Yes?"

"If any of us want to join right now, could we go to Hearthstone Manor now?" She asked me.

I grinned at the girl. "If you are that interested or excited to join. Then you can follow us back to the manor. You will get Hestia's falna shortly after we get back. But you will have to wait until everyone else is there before you get the 'speech'. The 'speech' is just letting every new member how the Hestia Familia works, what we expect and what not to do. That kind of thing." I told the girl and the others.

"If you will let me. I would really like to join as soon as possible." The cat-girl stated.

I chuckled at her enthusiasm to join the Hestia Familia. "We then after we get a few things settled here. You and anyone else," I indicated the group I of people I had picked out. "Can follow us back to Hearthstone Manor." I assured her and the others.

"Any of you that want to wait until after lunch to join. Feel free to go and do what you need to or want to do until them. The rest of you wait here, while we get things settled.

I turned to Hestia. "If you would go ahead and talk to Ganesha or his captain, Shakti about the money, properties and such." I suggested.

Hestia smiled. "Yes, that sounds like a good idea." Hestia replied then she turned to Bell. "Bell, would you accompany me, please?" She said more than asked with a big smile on her face.

Bell looked a little surprised. "Y-yes. I'll go with you." He replied.

As Hestia started to walk away with Bell following along. Welf and Lili followed after Hestia as well.

I walked around the people remaining at the gate. Again, as I walked around, I told people to follow me.

This group was much smaller. I took them aside to talk to them. "Y'all should go see Miach at the Blue Pharmacy. I believe he would be very happy to let you join his Familia. I'm sure you already know, but just in case. The Miach Familia is not a Dungeon diving Familia. They make potions and salves to sell. Although they have two members that go into the Dungeon most of the time." I told them.

"I buy my potions from them. Their shop is upstairs in the Hestia store." A male human told me.

"That's them. The Hestia and Miach Familia's are good friends." I said. "If you decide to go and see if they will take you in. And I'm sure they will, especially if you tell Miach I sent you. Tell Miach I found you and sent you to him." I told them and sent them on their way.

I walked back over to the group of people I had picked out to join our Familia. "I'm done here, so you can follow me back to the manor." I told the Cat-girl and the others.

"Horn." I called to Horn to get her attention.

"Yes, lord Eilwyn?" Horn replied.

"Let Hestia know I'm taking some new recruits back home. I'll give them a tour of the manor and let them know what they need to know about the Familia." I informed Horn.

Horn nodded her head in understanding. "I will let lady Hestia know." Horn told me.

I smiled at Horn. "Thank you. I'll see you back home. Buy." I said and turned to lead the new recruits to Hearthstone Manor.

"As you know, I'm Eilwyn, Vice-Captain of the Hestia Familia. You will get a chance to meet everyone else int he Familia in the next few days. After all of you have Hestia's falna, we'll have a Familia meeting and introduce everyone." I told the group. "Now if I could know who y'all are."

The human male that had told me he bought potions from the Blue Pharmacy, spoke up first. "I'm Alper Deleon and I'm a Level three Adventurer." Alper told me.

Alper has short brown hair, light green eyes and is a little short for a human at five feet four inches tall.

"I'm Gela Pedersen a Level four mage." A female half-elf said.

Gela has long brown hair that reaches her waist, green eyes and is five feet seven inches tall.

"And I'm Keawe Ravis. I'm only Level one." Another human male introduced himself.

Keawe is five feet ten inches tall with short spikey hair and red eyes.

"That's not a problem. Everyone has to start at Level one. Even I did." I assured Keawe.

Keawa nodded his head in understanding. "Thanks."

"I'm Level two, and my name is Noyan Choi." The third human male told me.

Noyan has short orange hair, orange-yellow eyes and stands five feet six inches tall.

A Girl cat person spoke up next. "I'm Llyn Kaiser, and I'm Level three, meow." She told me.

Llyn has long brown hair, her cat ears are brown, but her fluffy tail is white withe brown fur at the end of her tail, she has orange-brown eyes, and is five feet two inches tall.

"Dihn Rojas, Level two." Dihn a male chienthrop announced.

Dihn stands five feet seven inches tall. He has red-brown hair. The fur on his dog ears and tail is red the same as the hair on his head, and he has grey eyes.

The last human spoke up. "I'm Pabla Valencia, and I'm Level two as well."

Pabla is five feet eight inches tall, with platinum blonde hair and light blue eyes.

"And I'm Hogan Ewing a Level four, and I'm a dwarf." Hogan told me.

Hogan has shoulder length black hair and beard, with brown eyes, he is five feet one inch tall. and he looks to be the oldest of the new recruits, maybe twenty-five years old.

Pabla rolled her eyes at Hogan. "I think he already knew that Hogan."

I chuckled. "I'm sure Hogan knew that." I replied. "I'm not insulted by it." I assured Pabla.

We stopped by the Hestia stores. "I know Alper has been here before. But I thought we would stop by so any of you that haven't been here before will know what the Hestia Familia sells." I announced.

"Some of the waitresses that work at our restaurant, the winged Manticore, work part time in the restaurant and part time Dungeon diving." I told the group. "That means if any of you want to, you can work part time in the Hestia store and part time in the Dungeon. But as y'all know that means it will take you longer to Level up. You can go into the Dungeon full time as well, which is what most of us do."

From the Hestia store we headed on over to Hearthstone Manor. I gave them a tour of the manor. We still have plenty of bedrooms on the third floor along the wing everyone else has picked bedrooms along. Although because of how many new people we were getting, I told them they could take bedrooms on the second floor if they wanted to.

I took the group to the dining room. "We are kind of a small Familia, but all of you, we are getting fairly big." I said then I pointed out a notice board by the kitchen door. Since most of us go into the Dungeon, all of our names or on this board. If you are going to miss a meal, put one of the markers beside your name and under the meal you will miss. Each person has three markers so you can mark all three meals if you are going to be out all day." I informed them.

"There is always enough food that you can make yourself a meal to take with you into the Dungeon, if you want to. Or if you want to get into the Dungeon before everyone eats, you can make your own breakfast. Just make sure you clean up after yourselves." I added.

"Speaking of which, we have three maids working here, but y'all need to help keep things clean. That is no making messes and walking away for the maids to clean up. They're here for general cleaning. They are not here to clean up messes you are too lazy to clean up yourselves. The maids are members of the Hestia Familia, but even if they weren't, you need to treat them with respect and courtesy. One of our maids, Haruhime, is also a member of Bell's Team. Here we call Battle Parties, Teams, it's easier." I said with a chuckle.

"HELLO! WHERE IS EVERYONE!" Hestia yelled.

"We're in the dining room." I called out to Hesta.

Hestia walked into the dining room. "There you all are." She stated.

"Where are the others?" I asked Hestia.

"Oh, they're taking care of our winnings." Hestia replied.

"You know with as big as our Familia is getting, you shouldn't walk around without a guard or escort. As we've learned there are plenty of 'gods' that might kidnapping you or even trying to kill you." I informed Hestia.

"Ya, I know, but it's difficult to change how I've been doing things. I'm used to just leaving the house by myself." Hestia admitted. "Besides, Osma is with me everywhere I go." She added.

I nodded my head in understanding. "That's true. But it would still be good if you had a human escort from now on… and it would be good if it wasn't always Bell." I put in.

"Oh, fuu!" Hestia retorted.

I chuckled. "Okay, how about you give these new recruits your falna." I reminded Hestia.

"Yes, yes." Hestia said then she turned to the new recruits. "If you would follow me." I told them and started out of the dining room.

Hestia led the group down the hall to the small room she has started using to give her falna in and to update a falna.

"Ladies first." Hestia said as she opened the door to the room.

It took lady Hestia thirty minutes to give all of them her falna. After they were all members of the Hestia Familia. Hestia and I gave them the talk. It is nothing new, but we wanted to remind them of keeping Hestia Familia secrets. Trying to get to know all of the older members of the Familia and to not stick together with just old Familia members.

"Y'all can go collect your belongings and bring them here and put in your new rooms." I started. "And I hope you don't have any plans, because we're going to have a big meal this evening to celebrate your joining the Familia and to introduce everyone to you."

While they were receiving their new falna. I went to Pern so I could get them their new weapons from the Armory. when the new recruits returned to Hearthstone Manor, I gave them their new Hestia weapons. In two months, they will receive their Companions.

After talking with Hestia and Miach, I decided that after they have been in the Familia for two months, I would give the new Miach Familia members Companions as well.

Gela Pedersen/F Mage Weapon: Mage's Staff, Regenerates Mind, Increases power of Spells by 150%, Bonding, Extended, Range, Create and Control Gravity, Bonding, Extended Range. Spells: Flame Burst Ice Storm Companion: Automation Name: Hylin/F Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Eagle, Lynx, Scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L1 Agility L2 Speed L1 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustenance L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Nature) Size L2 Magical L2 (Dancing Lights, Missile, Cleaning, Servant, Telekinesis 500 lbs.) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Lynx, Eagle, Scorpion, Ferret, Horse/Dutch Heave Draft) Venom L1 (Tail stinger, Paralysis)

Llyn Kaiser/F Weapon: 4 war fans, Bonding, Dust; 1-Gravity, 2-Electricity, 3-Fire, Create and Control Shadows, Extended Range Each fan is different. War fan 1: Is a solid fan, cannot fold closed, the outer edge is sharpened for slashing attacks. War Fan 2: All metal, yet it folds like a regular fan. The ribs extend beyond the "fan" body by 6 inches and can be used to stab and slash with, when both opened and closed. War Fan 3: All metal can fold but it is mainly used in it's folded position and used as a small club or mace. All 3 War Fans can be used as small shields. Companion: Automation Name: Myka/F (pronounced Mee-ka) Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Eagle, Cougar, Scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L2 Agility L1 Speed L1 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustenance L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Ice) Size L2 Magical L1 (Dancing Lights, Missile, Mending) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Cougar, Eagle, Scorpion, Otter, Dog) Venom L1 (Tail stinger, Paralysis)

Dihn Rojas/M Weapon: Rifle w/Dust ammo, Ice, Fire, Gravity, Electricity, Bonding, Create and Control Ice sword, Bonding, Ice Dust, Extended Range Companion: Automation Name: Ezan/M Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Eagle, Leopard, Scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L2 Agility L1 Speed L1 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustenance L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Nature) Size L2 Magical L1 (Dancing Lights, Missile, Cleaning) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Leopard, Eagle, Scorpion, Ferret, Dog) Venom L1 (Tail stinger, Paralysis)

Alper Deleon/M Weapon: 2 short Spears 1. Bonding, Dust-Gravity, Create and Control Ice, Extended Range 2. Bonding, Dust-Electricity, Create and Control Ice, Extended Range Companion: Automation Name: Blayze/M Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Eagle, Snow Leopard, Scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L1 Agility L1 Speed L2 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustenance L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Fire) Size L2 Magical L1 (Missile, Cleaning, Telekinesis) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Snow Leopard, Eagle, Scorpion, Ferret, Dog) Venom L1 (Tail stinger, Paralysis)

Pabla Valencia/F Weapon: Halbert and sword Halbert; Bonding, Dust-Gravity, Create and Control Earth/Rock, Extended Range Sword; Bonding, Dust-Earth/Rock, Extended Range Companion: Automation Name: Qira/F (pronounced Keer-a) Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Eagle, Caracal, Scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L2 Agility L1 Speed L1 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustenance L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Nature) Size L2 Magical L1 (Dancing Lights, Missile, Servant) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Caracal, Eagle, Scorpion, Ferret, Dog) Venom L1 (Tail stinger, Paralysis)

Hogan Ewing/M Weapon: Two battle axes and shield 1. Bonding, Dust-Electricity, Extended Range 2. Bonding, Dust- Ice, Create and Control Mana/Magic, Extended Range Shield, Bonding Companion: Automation Name: Idas/M Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Eagle, Clouded Leopard, Scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L2 Agility L1 Speed L1 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustenance L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Electricity) Size L2 Magical L2 (Dancing Lights, Missile, Cleaning, Servant, Telekinesis) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Clouded Leopard, Eagle, Scorpion, Dog, Brown Bear) Venom L1 (Tail stinger, Paralysis)

Noyan Choi/M Weapon: War Hammer 3' handle, with a top spike Bonding, Extended Range, Dust- Gravity, Create and control Air Companion: Automation Name: Olyn/M Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Eagle, Serval, Scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L2 Agility L1 Speed L1 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustenance L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Ice) Size L2 Magical L1 (Dancing Lights, Missile, Zap) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Serval, Eagle, Scorpion, Ferret, Percheron-horse) Venom L1 (Tail stinger, Paralysis)

Keawe Ravis/M Weapon: 2 maces 18" handles 1. Bonding, Extended Range, Dust-Ice, Create and Control Shadows 2. Bonding, Extended Range, Dust-Fire Companion: Automation Name: Loen/M Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Eagle, Jaguar, Scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L2 Agility L1 Speed L1 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustenance L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Electricity) Size L2 Magical L1 (Cleaning, Servant, Telekinesis) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Jaguar, Eagle, Scorpion, Ferret, Dog) Venom L1 (Tail stinger, Paralysis)

Miach Familia:

Mylan/M Companion: Automation Name: Nuru/M Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Eagle, , Scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L1 Agility L2 Speed L1 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustenance L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Nature) Size L2 Magical L2 (Cleaning, Servant, Telekinesis) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Caracal, Eagle, Scorpion, Ferret, Dog) Venom L1 (Tail stinger, Paralysis)

Rahi/F Companion: Automation Name: Syla/F Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Eagle, , Scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L2 Agility L1 Speed L1 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustenance L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Nature) Size L2 Magical L2 (Dancing Lights, Missile, Cleaning, Servant, Telekinesis) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Caracal, Eagle, Scorpion, Ferret, Dog) Venom L1 (Tail stinger, Paralysis)

Shaz/M Companion: Automation Name: Tian/M Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Eagle, , Scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L1 Agility L1 Speed L2 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustenance L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Nature) Size L2 Magical L2 (Dancing Lights, Missile, Cleaning, Servant, Telekinesis) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Caracal, Eagle, Scorpion, Ferret, Dog) Venom L1 (Tail stinger, Paralysis)

[alexblakeisgay]

Wait for the Signal (Ch. 2)

Ship: Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss

Summary: It’s been twenty-three years since anyone has seen a zombie.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence

Word Count: 1025

There's little playground out back of the hotel where most of the colony's residents live. It's not much of a playground – just a slide, a few swings, and a see-saw – but it's enough for the colony's lone child. At least for now. Maybe they'll add to it, as the Aquene Generation grows. (They're on track for three births that year.)

It's around that small playground that most of the colony has gathered to celebrate Jenna's birthday.

Jenna, of course, being one, couldn't care less that people were gathered on her behalf. She was too busy gumming strawberries and toddling across the lawn (an overachiever, she was walking before she was eleven months old); her favourite game was to be chased, all the while squealing with glee.

"It's a nice feeling, isn't it?" Jack said, settling beside Henry on one of the tree stumps around the fire pit and passing him a chipped mug full of mead.

"Hmm?" Henry hummed a note of question in reply as he accepted the mug and took a swig from it.

Jack nodded in the direction of the playground where Emily was pushing Jenna on one of the swings, both of them smiling with a brilliance that almost almost made one forget that their world was but a shadow of what it had been only scant decades ago... "This," he added, "Our children will get to play outside. They'll skin their knees on the sidewalk, playing tag, instead of running for their lives. They'll get to be kids..." He didn't add, 'the way we didn't'...he didn't have to, as they were both thinking it.

The thing about growing up in the midst of the zombie apocalypse was that memories of your formative years were inevitably full of terror and uncertainty. They'd been lucky, of course, that the people in their lives were perhaps better equipped to endure such an apocalypse than most. That didn't mean there was any less fear, though...

"When is Lily due?" Henry asked, changing the subject. He glanced towards where Lily and her twin sister, Chloe, were helping Garcia prepare lunch.

"Six weeks," Jack said, following his glance with a soft smile. Quickly, his expression flickered over to anxiety.

Henry nodded sagely. "Scared?" he asked, as if he'd missed the flash of fear on his face.

"Shitless," he replied with a dry little laugh.

Henry nodded again – he remembered all too well that feeling of being so wildly unprepared for whatever came next, in completely uncharted waters as he became a father in the midst of a zombie apocalypse without either of his parents to guide him.

"Well?" Jack prompted, gently elbowing him in the ribs. "Got any wisdom for me?"

He barked out a laugh, not because anything was particularly funny but because the situation itself was decidedly not funny... "It really does take a village," he said after a moment of thought. "Now moreso."

Henry, probably better than anyone in the colony, knew just how important it was to have the support of others to survive. One after another, the important people in his life had passed away – as was wont to happen in a zombie apocalypse – so his whole life had been reliant on the kindness of others.

"I don't think I could have gotten this far if it weren't for Emily and Alex," he added. Tessa, Jenna's mother, had passed away in childbirth and since then, Henry had relied heavily on Emily and Alex to help care for the baby.

"Say, where is Alex?" Jack asked, apparently only just noticing that she hadn't joined the festivities.

Then, as if right on cue, Alex came stomping into the midst of the party, growling, "Emily Elizabeth Prentiss! How could you not tell me!?" Everything about her posture made it clear that she was furious; she wasn't normally one to be incandescent with rage, but something had clearly changed that...

Bringing the swing to a stop, but keeping Jenna between them like a human shield, Emily asked, "Could you be more specific?" She didn't make it a habit, per se, to keep secrets from Alex, so she had a feeling she knew what had her so riled up, but she wasn't going to come right out and say it on the off chance she was wrong.

"Is Derek right? Are you planning to go on some wild goose chase hunt for the so-called 'Murphy'!?"

Emily's expression turned to a glower and she glanced about in search of Derek, but he was nowhere to be found. Turning back to Alex, she held her hands up in supplication and began apologizing, "I can explain..."

"Are you going after The Murphy?" she demanded a second time.

"Maybe..." she admitted in a mumble, shrugging her shoulders up near her ears sheepishly. "But I can explain," she insisted once again.

Raising a brow, Alex dared, "Go ahead, convince me."

Emily glanced about, feeling everyone's eyes on them – partly because they were, in fact, making a scene, but partly because every Alpha in attendance could no doubt smell that Alex was in heat. "Can we talk about this in private?" she urged.

"What's The Murphy?" Henry asked, interrupting the silently murderous glares Alex was directing at Emily and the silently apologetic glances she was returning.

For some time now, there had been rumours of The Murphy on the ham radio transmissions they were receiving. According to the stories, The Murphy was immune to zombism...which, if it were true, would make him the key to finding a cure and ending this nightmarish existence.

Emily explained that to Henry, following which, his eyes lit up. "You're going to find him? Can I come?"

"Henry!" Alex scolded, "You have a child! You cannot risk making her an orphan by going on this snipe hunt!"

"Sorry," he said, shrinking in on himself. She was right, of course. He'd just gotten caught up in the excitement that came with the idea of returning to some kind of normalcy...

Turning to Emily, Alex continued, "No one should be going. It's just an urban legend. There's no such thing as The Murphy."

[substanceuser971]

i started using my wheelchair at work to minimize my chronic pain and fatigue, and this next week since making that choice my hours got slashed. i already dont make much as a low wage part timer, the standard hours i was told id be working are barely enough to cover rent and bills so i need to apply for ssi, but now i have to worry about if my boss is deciding that she thinks im unfit to be working as much as im supposed to be working. im hoping its just a random incident but i dont know. shes been super weird about me using my wheelchair, i havent been feeling like shes actually hearing what im saying when i tell her i dont need any accommodations for my conditions, and she went out of her way to ask me for details about my disabilities despite me outright saying i dont need accommodations, which. that alone is against ADA guidelines. but im also scared of just being fired if i try to talk to her about the situation. a coworker offered to let me take her shift with permission from our boss, and if i understand whatsapp correctly, my boss saw my message about it but still hasnt replied.

i really am sinking again into that feeling of inferiority ive been trying to overcome. i feel like im seen as disposable garbage by the people around me. i feel like even when i try to make myself small and minimize my needs and keep to myself, others are so fucking bothered by the fact that i exist. like how dare i taint this storefront with my visible disability lmfao. when i fucking do my job BETTER with my wheelchair, because im not in as much pain. i can work LONGER shifts with my wheelchair, and i can preemptively avoid needing to call out sick with a flare up from pushing myself too hard, but i feel like my boss is having her vision clouded with ideas of what she thinks it means for someone to be disabled. she almost seemed upset with me for it, because i had told her when i was hired that i would be able to do every part of the job without accommodations, but i fucking CAN. im able to stand up at the register and get up to climb ladders on the rare occasion i need to do that. i told her all of that. its like my words dont mean a thing to her. i dont know if i can ever escape being looked down and the thought makes me want to just stay locked in my house constantly instead of having to deal with dirty looks and fucking employment discrimination.

i really just want to drink or get high. i feel like pot would help better, i think the depressive effect of alcohol would just make me feel even more miserable and then id feel even more inferior for not being able to stay away from it. at least with weed, id get the happy mellow feelings of being high and its something ive accepted i wont be able to quit anytime soon. i feel resigned to addiction honestly. i can barely sleep without weed, i need it to function like a normal fucking "human being" if thats even something i have the privilege of calling myself lol. as soon as i was able to buy more, i went right back to smoking every night the way i knew i would.

and its scary, when i dont have my cholesterol meds. i have to call the doctor on tuesday to get my information updated and ask about getting those refilled, but in the meantime i feel like i need to be extra careful what i eat and how much i smoke, because i can feel the heaviness in my chest, but im too poor to afford much healthy food and im stuck with smoking because edibles are too ineffective with my freak digestive system. they stop working after just a few days of use too close together. so since my budget was limited i only bought flower because thats the surest way i can get high.

honestly if it werent for my partner supporting me, and my finances already being shit, id be a lot more scared that id turn to much more destructive drugs. hes told me that hes here to support me through my struggles with alcohol, and ive started opening up a little about my cannabis use being an issue, he already knows im a massive stoner i just havent talked much about how destructive that is. and hes told me that his big limits are cigarettes and illegal drugs, which is a huge deterrent to keep me from even considering them, especially cigarettes since ive thought about it before and theyre way too easy to access. really my partner is the biggest reason im able to keep my addictions somewhat under control. and on the flip side, them thinking im cute when im high is at least comforting when i get down on myself for using too often. i want to be healthier about it, but i hope at least of its a lifelong struggle that she can still find value in me. thats an awful way of thinking about it but i dont know how else to. i want to be valuable because i dont trust that anyone will actually like me as a person beyond what i can do for them. when i really examine the situation, i dont think thats really the kind of person my partner is, but it gets hard to fully believe it when thats what im used to.

i feel fucking pathetic, constantly, all the time. im struggling and struggling and suffering and people hate it because i cant exist as easily as they all can. im too emotional and traumatized and disabled and mentally ill and obnoxious and socially clueless. i feel like it doesnt even matter what good i do, because even small mistakes or flaws are enough for people to decide they hate me. it doesnt feel fair but i dont even know if i deserve fairness. i feel like theres something innate about me that keeps me from being as much of a person as everyone else. i cant escape being scum. i hate it. to a degree i hate people. i dont understand how God has so much forgiveness for such a cruel species. i guess thats one of the things thats so great about Him, i couldnt do the same in His position. i admire Him for that, but its hard not to feel some degree of frustration that all these people are allowed to go about their lives being cruel and hateful and ignorant while the rest of us are pushed down and left to die if not outright killed. i understand thats probably the point, we need to learn to work together to make peace and improve the world because God cant step in Himself, but its difficult to trust that were going to get anywhere at this rate. i want to keep living but its hard to feel hopeful about it. i want to live a happy life with my partner and our future kids but i get so fucking scared that ill die before i get the chance. from lack of access to medical help, from lack of money to support myself, from any random health emergency that feels like it could pop up at any moment. i hate all of this. i want to love and be loved and i want to fucking make the world better by getting involved in my community but i feel like my time is so limited and it scares me. i feel like people wouldnt really care if someone as fucking pitiful as me died, because so many people view people like me as subhuman. and ive felt that all my life. i cant escape it but at least drugs and booze let me hide from it for a few hours out of the day.

[lurrywrites]

cale's friends+family finding out he has a lover?

Ooh I'm so exited for this! Thank you for requesting, tho I didnt understand if you meant like in an imagine or headcanons so I opted for headcanons. My grasp on his family's character is not the best-

It truly depends on a lot of things but let's assume you're some close ally Cale was friends with but he never introduced you to them. They knew you're here, they just never aknowleged you

Deruth Henituse

He was not prepared for this, at all

Yes, he was sure that something beetween you two changed, but he was still surprised

Like his son fell in love with someone

HE LITERALLY REMEMBERS WHEN CALE WAS JUST BARELY BIGGER THAN HIS PALMS WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE

Tries to keep calm, accepts it and asks if you're serious with eachother

And when you positively reply, he just smiles and leaves you alnone

After thinking a little has what I call "Parental Realisation That Your Little Kid Is Not So Little Anymore" while his wife pats his back.

Violan Henituse

The elder woman be like 'okay'

Not surprised to be honest, just happy for Cale and you

Orders someone to check your back a little if her husband didn't do that already

Looks up your family tree and who your family is close to so in case things go south she can do something

She sent you an invitation to talk to you in the next few days and guess what

She approved of you!!!

Basen Henituse

*Windows loading noises coming from me cause I do not know what to write*

He'd just be happy for his brother honestly

Buut he definetly not gonna like you that much at first

You've gotta meet his standarts, dear

He may or may not look up information about you, wheither his sister asked him to or he just felt off

Also my little hc: he, as well as his mom and Deruth to some extent, knows a little about phycology tricks and he WILL use them on you. Will provoke you, and will ask you very specific guestions to see how you'll react so I wish you luck

Lily Henituse

Depends???

She will look down on you a little bit more than Basen, and would be salty

But nothing much besides that

She would challenge you to a duel if you know how to fight decently so it wont seem like she's beating up a baby being unfair

If you behave even a little like Clopeh she will beat your simp a$$ up no cap

But Lily must agree, her big brother is amazing!!

Warms up to you with time, but seeing Cale with you will make it last less

Alberu Crossman

Sceptical. Very sceptical.

Thinks this is some trick or joke but shows no sighs of suspecting it

Was polite but behaved like you're going to marry the redhead tomorrow

Basically, like a shipper with his otp

If you're nervious and dont talk much he will think your acting skills are poor

When he realizes this is no joke? When the next day he saw you peck Cale on the lips and call him 'love'

In front of THE KIDS

He was so confused and the prince also pitied you

How do you survive with this bastard as your lover? Haven't you got any heart attacks? You alright here, mate?

Respects you a lot more for keeping your composture and not leaving his dongsaeng after each of his sheningans

Choi Han

Respects you A LOT

How do you put up with Cale-nim? Just HOW?

When he become your friend he has THE POWER to threaten your lover!

What happened? Oh? Cale is sacrificing himself again? No problem, we've got (your name) on our side!

Cale: *smirks*

Choi Han: Whatever it is, (Your name) would not like that Cale-nim *innocent smile*

Cale: *gives him an side-eyed glance and plans something less dangerous*

You've now become his super-duper effective weapon against The not-so-single mother Cale Henituse!

It was fun writing this, althrough you can see with who I've had some troubles

[fruggo]

I’m not gonna lie this would be the first time I requested something so if I do something wrong I’m really sorry,

Can I request Quentin, Leon, Steve, and Frank meeting a female reader who, before the entity took her, had already faced off her own killer?

And this made her kinda tough? Like she knows what she’s doing

oh my gosh thank you so much!! this is my first ever request to fulfill so we’re in this together :DD seriously i really appreciate you!

i decided to do a headcanon kind of format for this, i hope that’s okay! also these are my absolute favorite boys aaahhh this is so fun for a first request

the boys x tough f!reader (part 1) (part 2)

warnings: swearing, reader kicks frank in the shins

word count: ~700-1k each (sorry if it’s too long…i kind of got really excited and uhhh maybe i got carried away,, yeah. sorry)

(also i'll be honest quentin's is not my best. that was the one that got eaten by the tumblr abyss and i had to write all over again, and it just didn't come out the same way that i wanted it to at first :( i did the other boys hoping i'd get some inspiration to fix it afterwards, but i got kind of stuck. so it's not my favorite, but i hope you like it okay! i want to write better stuff for quentin in the future, he is my favorite sleepy boy <3)

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

when you arrived in the realm, everyone thought you would be the same as the others—frightened, confused, and overwhelmed. but you took this nightmarish challenge in stride, adapting to your surroundings quickly and learning far faster than anybody else had.

your past experiences had made you independent and sometimes distrustful, so once you had the gist of things, you didn’t need (or want) anybody to tell you what to do. and nobody was inclined to, either—your instincts naturally told you what to do and when.

the first time you met quentin was a little awkward, i wont lie. you were wary of speaking to the other survivors; you weren’t going to let yourself get hurt again.

it was the beginning of a trial. the nurse’s fatigued shrills could be heard all the way from the edge of the wrecker’s yard, but you immediately started work on a generator, unafraid. a few minutes passed, when soft footsteps indicated someone’s approach. it was quentin—he started to work on the wires without hesitation.

you were a little surprised, only because the other survivors usually left you to your own devices. you got the impression that maybe they were intimidated by you, which you didn’t particularly mind. but you wouldn’t particularly mind some company now and then, either.

it was comfortably silent for a while, before quentin spoke up.

“what’s your name?” he asked, gaze still focused on the wires.

hesitating a little, you told him. then you said, “and you’re quentin, right?” you already knew most everybody’s name just from observation.

“that i am,” he replied.

then it was quiet for a while.

very quiet.

well, what were you supposed to say now?

the silence was deafening and very, very uncomfortable to you. normally you were okay with a quiet atmosphere, but it was the kind of silence that buzzed in your ears, chewed at your stomach, filled the area as if it were something solid. man, what were you supposed to say—

it was then that you realized poor quentin had fallen asleep, his face smooshed onto the generator. his cheek was now covered in grease and grime.

it made you smile—only a little. you finished repairing the generator on your own, causing quentin to wake with a start and bang his head on the pole protruding from the machine. he swore like a sailor until he realized where he was, smiling sheepishly.

“sorry, i wanted you to have your nap. you looked really tired,” you said. you also couldn’t stop admiring the dark grease on his face—it was really quite funny. and no, you weren’t going to say anything about it. it could stay there a little longer.

you spent the rest of the trial running the nurse around the whole wrecker’s yard, only suffering one injury until the end. quentin had no idea how you had been here for such little time and already knew how to outplay the nurse, one of the most difficult killers to survive against. he still didn’t know how to do it well himself, so he was thankful for you.

however, once the exit gates were opened, you found yourself in a bad spot. the nurse had caught you in an empty clearing with nowhere to hide or predict her moves, and she downed you instantly. quentin cringed hearing your agonized scream as you were hooked.

there was no way you were dying on his watch. once he was sure the nurse was gone, he gently lifted you from the hook, pulling out his medical kit to begin patching up your shoulder.

despite the pain, you had enough energy to smile at him and say, “thanks, nap boy.”

quentin feigned offense with a wry grin, pulling out some gauze. “is that all i’m going to be to you? nap boy?”

you hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. “maybe you won’t be if you get me out of here.”

“that won’t be a problem," he smiled, quirking an eyebrow.

“show me the gates and then we’ll talk, nap boy.”

from then on, quentin became your go-to source for supplies and general comfort. you weren't scared of this place, but it was nice to know you had somebody who would really be there for you.

he would often fall asleep on your shoulder at the campfire--he really was a nap boy, and you would never let him live that down.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon could not tear his eyes away from you the first time you arrived in the realm. your presence was strong; he could tell you weren’t one to back away from a fight.

most of the survivors had been (rightly) confused and disoriented when they popped into the realm, but you tried to accept it quickly. you didn’t like it, in fact all you wanted was just to go home, but you came to terms with it and jumped into trials headfirst like an insane person.

that was the courageous part about you—maybe you were scared, but you did scary shit anyways. in fact, you did scary shit to spite the fear, to prove to yourself that you were strong enough to overcome it.

and leon couldn’t lie, that was cool as hell.

you had tunnel vision and didn’t pay much notice to the other survivors; you were too focused on learning about this place and getting out of trials. having gone through some real shit, being here hardly came as a surprise to you. if you were going to be here forever, what was the point in mourning? might as well just accept it and try your hardest to survive. maybe someday this sick game would end, but for now, you were prepared to fight for your life and that’s all you could really focus on.

your first trial was not the best. even though you were resourceful, you didn’t know what the objective was yet, so you weren’t sure where to start other than analyzing your surroundings. luckily for you, leon kennedy was one of your teammates.

after being downed immediately by bubba’s chainsaw and tossed onto a hook, you were amazingly resilient to the pain. leon was the one to lift you from the hook, and he took out his medkit to help patch your wound, but you flinched away from him before he could touch you.

he was puzzled. “what’s wrong?” he asked. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he wanted to help you.

you hesitated and looked him over before mumbling, “i’m fine.” and you tried to stand on your own, beginning to limp away. you didn’t want or need anyone’s help.

leon sighed, following after you. “let me help, that must hurt a lot.”

“i told you, cop, i’m fine. i don’t want your help, okay?”

leon opened his mouth to insist, but decided against it. if you didn’t want his help, then he shouldn’t butt in. that wouldn’t keep him from watching over you, though.

but then leon called after you (perhaps a little smugly), “do you even know what you’re supposed to do?”

begrudgingly, you stopped walking. no, you didn’t know what to do. “i’ll figure it out,” you said over your shoulder. and you would; you had been through enough to survive any situation thrown at you.

but maybe one pointer couldn’t hurt.

“do a generator,” he told you, giving you a cheeky grin when you turned around to look at him. he was lucky he was cute.

the first part of the trial had been rough, but after that first hook you were doing a lot better. you managed to find your own medkit from a chest, and you learned how to fix a few generators. you found it came pretty naturally, and were satisfied that you hadn’t needed anyone’s help (except leon’s. but you didn’t have to admit that yet). when the killer came near, you skillfully avoided him and stayed hidden as much as you could.

you were also pretending that you didn't notice leon hovering near you. he was not very good at being subtle; he was obviously trying to make sure you didn't get hurt. it was cute. you didn't want to ruin his fun, so you didn't say anything about it.

it wasn’t long before the gates were powered and in the process of being opened. you saw a red glowing light in the distance, and assumed that must be your destination. you put all of your remaining energy into sprinting to the exit, adrenaline pumping through your body.

but then there was a heartbeat. a heartbeat so loud it filled your head, splitting your concentration. it wasn’t your own heartbeat--it was the killer’s.

the sound of the cannibal’s chainsaw roared in your ears and pain tore through your body; you collapsed to the ground with a cry of agony. shit, that really hurt, and you weren't sure you could ever get used to it. eternity sure seemed a lot longer than you had first anticipated. would you really be here forever? doing this over and over?

biting your lip until it bled, you tried to crawl towards the gate, dragging the lower half of your body with much difficulty. it was no use, though--you hardly got anywhere, and you could already feel the killer picking you up. just like that, you were going to die? you had been so close..

but as you were being placed on bubba’s shoulder, you saw a flash of a police uniform and a blinding light, and before you knew it, you had been dropped to the ground, the exit gate looking awfully lovely and much more desirable than a meat hook. you gathered all of your strength and began limping forward, when suddenly you felt an arm firmly wrap around your waist and your own was placed around someone else’s shoulder.

leon. when you looked up at him, all he did was give you a calm smile, which you felt inclined to return. with him supporting you, the two of you made it safely to the exit and began the long traipse back to the campfire, where you would find yourself spending a lot of time together.

from then on, you always remained quite unfazed by the events of the entity’s realm—the only thing that ever made you feel weak was being around leon. he was just so cute :]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

you had never met someone so persistent in your life. from the moment the entity stole you here, steve harrington was after you, and there was next to nothing you could do about it. he sure was living up to his self-proclaimed role of babysitter.

you told him you were fine, that you didn’t need him following you around, but the asshole did it anyways.

“how cool do you think you are?” you asked him at some point, to which he simply shrugged with that stupid grin on his lips.

“i can take care of myself.” “i really don’t need you to baby me, steve.” “steve, if you don’t leave me alone i’m going to break your kneecaps.” these were all things that had come from your mouth multiple times recently. you were seriously thinking about that last one now.

you knew you could make it on your own, and you only wished he would give you a chance to prove that to him so he would leave you alone. but it was like he had attached himself to your hip, and for some reason the entity seemed to really enjoy putting you in trials with him. great.

he was a dumbass and a sweetheart, and you weren’t sure which one of those took higher priority. you knew he only meant well, but god, you wanted to be independent for once. why did he think he had to protect you so much? you arrived here after running for your fucking life, fighting off your long-time pursuer, and living in awful, ever-changing conditions. you had seen your closest friends die, right before your eyes. you didn’t need to be sheltered or coddled, but you couldn’t seem to make steve understand that, no matter how much you fought with him.

steve would literally throw himself in front of the killer for you. he clicked his flashlight in the killer’s face if they were after you, and he would swear and cuss until they chased him out of pure annoyance. it got him killed countless times, and you didn’t know whether to call him stupid or selfless. probably both.

eventually you decided to just copy him and see how it worked out. you weren’t scared, you had no reason to be. you wanted to show him you could be just as flashy as him.

as you arrived into a trial, steve right across from you (of course), you smiled to yourself. you had brought your best flashlight, and you were prepared to use it. the two of you began to work on a generator together, making light conversation as usual.

“if the killer comes here, hide. i’ll take him away.” “fuck you, steve harrington.” “sure, if you really want to.” “why don’t you ever leave me alone?” “it’s a mystery, isn’t it?” “i could punch you right now.” “but you won’t. i’m too good to look at.”

you know, the usual friendly stuff.

you purposefully connected the wrong wires, making the generator spark and sputter. “oops. oh no, the killer must be on their way,” you dead-panned. steve gave you an unamused look.

and indeed, only a few moments later, you heard the sound of the hillbilly and his chainsaw roaring in your direction. the two of you split up, and the killer’s weapon collided with the generator, making an awful screeching sound.

and that was when the chaos started.

steve began hollering and flicking his flashlight into the sky as usual, and after a moment’s hesitation, you did the same. steve looked at you in astonishment, pausing, but then he started again, even louder. you tried to outdo him.

“HEY BILLY! FUCK YOU!” you screamed, ignoring steve’s attempts to get you to stop. “COME AFTER ME, SHITHEAD!”

steve started actually yelling, just yelling, while you continued to swear meaninglessly. the poor hillbilly looked confused and overwhelmed, and eventually he couldn’t take the noise anymore--he just left, opting to find the other survivors while the two of you sorted out whatever it is you obviously had against each other.

it was dead silent now that the killer was gone, and you and steve were both out of breath. but as soon as you made eye contact, laughter bubbled up from your chest, causing you to collapse against the tree and slide to the ground. your voice was hoarse from all the screaming.

and then he was laughing too, stumbling over to plop down next to you, and your giggling started up a whole new round.

after the laughter died down, you stared at your hands, ignoring steve’s gaze on the side of your face until you couldn’t anymore.

“what?” you asked, finally looking at him. he was smiling all stupid again. “what?” you insisted, fighting off a grin of your own. you hated when he looked at you like that, because it made you want to smile back at him.

“nothing,” he said coyly, laughing again. you punched his shoulder playfully.

“c’mon harrington, when have you ever held your tongue before? spit it out.”

he nodded, that was true. so he said it. “i just like you, that’s all.”

oh. oh.

realization dawned upon your face. “is that why you always--”

“yes,” he interrupted you. “i thought it was obvious. man, you’re clueless sometimes.”

oh.

huh.

you guessed…maybe…steve harrington wasn’t that annoying. maybe.

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

to say you were feisty was an understatement. frank hated your guts at first because you were so good at evading him, which he would never admit. but the thing that made him really mad was that if he ever downed you, you would kick at him and try to trip him over, like actually bruise his shins. it hurt like hell.

this lead to his decision to constantly tunnel you, and he would laugh at you while you were on the hook, too. so you hated his guts just as much as he did yours. it was a mutual guts-hating situation.

your teammates always felt bad for you, but they also thought you were a badass and knew you could handle yourself. you hadn’t told anybody where you’d come from or what had happened to you, but they knew it was something interesting. there was a reason that nothing that happened here really got to you.

sometimes things escalated even further than shin-kicking. there was one time where frank had managed to grab the back of your shirt as you tried to vault a window, and as he pulled you closer to himself, you elbowed him in the neck and squirmed out of his grasp. while he stood stunned and lost for breath, you kicked the back of his locked knee so that he fell to the ground and bonked his forehead on the wall—the classic dead leg.

this was very funny to you.

not to him.

while you ran away, laughing to yourself, frank’s anger built and built. he was tired of letting you make a fool of him, and it was time to be serious about things.

he ignored you for the rest of the trial, forming a plan in his mind. there was something he needed to do after this, so he made sure to kill everybody else to please the entity—he couldn’t get caught up, it would derail his anger train. he also didn’t feel like getting kicked in the balls or some shit, so he let you out without a problem.

frank did some brooding at the ormond lodge before he was ready to go through with his plan. and his shins really, really hurt, so susie helped him ice them before he left.

the masked killer made his way to the survivor camp rather hastily. when he arrived, he saw you pacing around, deep in thought.

so he threw a rock at you.

it was just a pebble, really. maybe it could be considered a rather large pebble, but frank insisted in his mind that it was a pebble.

“ow, what the fuck!” you cursed, rubbing your sore shoulder and looking around to find the culprit. and then your eyes laid on him.

he looked so sultry standing there at the edge of the woods, arms crossed and mask smiling, you could almost laugh at him. he acted so serious, when really, he was just an angry and misbehaving twink.

you put on your best serious face, genuinely trying not to be amused by this, and strode over to the killer.

“what do you want?” you asked confidently, mirroring his body language and crossing your arms.

frank bristled at your approach, as if trying to make himself look bigger. he wished you were scared of him like everyone else, it would really make him feel better.

“i want a truce,” he said.

you almost burst into laughter at that. a truce? what the fuck for?

he said was willing to stop tunneling and camping you if you stopped beating the shit out of him with your sticky little hands. he didn’t say it like that, but you knew that was what he meant. you, a survivor, could beat up frank, a killer, and it upset him and his little ego :(

just to humor him, you agreed. and frank nodded.

“but,” you continued, raising your eyebrows, “you have to give me something else.”

he started to say “no, no way—“ but you interrupted him: “you’re asking me to stop fighting for myself and just give in when you catch me. i think i deserve something other than just not being tunnelled.”

frank glared at you under his mask, thankful that you couldn’t see. “okay. whatever. what do you want?”

“i want to see your face.” you thought this was a good choice, something you could lord over him forever. it was surely only a win for you. his face was something private, and you would be the only survivor to know.

of course you wanted to see his face, frank thought. everyone did; they wanted to find out if he was good-looking. which, according to him, he was. if you ever asked the other members of the legion, susie was the only one to actually respond. she felt obligated to compliment him as she was basically his sister. so she would say frank is handsome in a ruggedy, jess mariano kind of way. you wondered how she knew what gilmore girls was, since that came after her time, but susie would never give away her secret.

so with a sigh, frank agreed to let you see his face. he didn’t really care, all he wanted was to stop having bruises on his shins. it was kind of miserable, and the entity never did anything to help him.

when he said that you couldn’t do it here, and you asked why the fuck not, he said it was because some other survivor might see. you decided he had a fair point, so reluctantly you let him drag you all the way to ormond.

when he took off his mask, your first thought, whether you wanted it to be or not, was “wow! he really does look like jess mariano! but with tattoos! hot!”

you were lost for words. you didn’t really know what you were expecting, but you sure weren’t expecting him to be that attractive.

he could tell your thoughts from the look on your face.

this had been per your request, and you were planning on this being something you could hold over his head, but the situation had turned into something that he could hold over your head.

oh dear. frank morrison now held pretty boy privilege over you.

and soon you would find out that he was going to keep tunnelling you anyways.

listen i've been watching a lot of gilmore girls and i just get jess vibes from frank, except our boy is more of a twinky idk shdjfhsf i love this guy sm