#elani's life

[budgie2budgie]

photo shoot for farah bilel’s S23 “subway”  📷 (part 1) 

tinka’s life - earlier - next

[no diggity - chet faker]

[panakinthedisco]

❀ #USERANJ | AO3 | OTHER SOCIALS | NAVIGATION | ANJ'S HALL OF FAME ❀

ALL TOO WELL ― Javier Peña | it had been two years since the last time you've seen Peña and you only wanted to reach out as a friend.

TICKET TO RIDE mini-series — Joel Miller AU | you're the new science teacher and adviser in Sarah Miller’s class and of course, her dad couldn’t keep his eyes to his daughter’s new teacher.

MISERABLE WITH YOU — Joel Miller | joel miller knew he's a lost cause — a lot of sins to repay and a past that kept haunting him like a plague. but you came to his life, an angel that he desired, and he knew that he doesn't deserve you.

HEAVEN mini-series — Marcus Acacius | acacius' mother forged a blood pact with the goddess of love, vowing to safeguard and elevate her son, while dedicating her life as a delphi in return. through all general acacius' triumphs, you as the daughter of venus deftly orchestrated his victory as promised but then gradually nurturing a forbidden attachment.

AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN mini-series — Regency Era!Marcus Acacius | love has never been a fair game for you, as the men in society are often dull or dimwitted. however, a particular duke challenges you with a battle of tension and wits. naturally, you are too stubborn to let him win.

MISTY ― Joel Miller | it all started at a station stop, a conversation about your beloved country, and somehow, in that moment, joel miller became utterly captivated by you.

COLLATERAL DAMAGE ― Joel Miller x Kannika Neuman

ITERUM ― Din Djarin x Amalthea Romée

SAUDADE ― Luke Skywalker x Kaileen Kenobi - Gozen

SPECTRUM ― Anakin Skywalker x Cairistonia Vassatten

PAAGI ― Paul Atreides x Idiyanale Lalahon

LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO ― Paul McCartney x Juliette Baker

GRAPHIC ARCHIVE ( all are created by me unless stated)

#JOELNIKA

#DINTHEA

#KAILUKE

#ELANI

#MCBAKER

[robbinghisdick]

Slade had rarely ever stayed the night, even before they had a kid. Dick and Slade would get tangled up for a few hours at most and go their separate ways, shame settling heavy in Dick's chest. "It's just sex" never seemed make him feel any better.

Ever since Elani had been born, they saw each other even less. Dick wasn't keen on giving her a sibling, so he often rejected any advances Slade made when he supposedly stopped by to see his daughter.

But last night he had been so tired and drained. They put Elani to bed and Slade's approach was softer than usual. Dick had mostly stopped seeing anyone, sexual or romantic, in fear of how Slade might react. He was weak for some physical contact and attention.

Slade had decided to stay that night, and Dick didn't have it in him to chase the man off.

It was nice to wake up in someone's arms. Slade was warm and stirred not too long after Dick woke up. Neither of them spoke. Faintly he could hear Slade sigh, arms slightly squeezing around Dick and pressing kisses against his shoulder and the back of his neck. Affection like this from Slade was rare, and even rarer that Dick didn't shrug him off.

They laid like that for a long while before Dick could hear the footsteps of a toddler who hadn't quite yet figured out how to walk quietly.

Elani managed to enter the room without slamming the door against the wall, quick to start dragging herself up from the foot of the bed.

She froze when she saw Slade, frowning at him.

She's never seen her parents share a bed.

"Good morning, Dove."

Elani smiled at Dick, quickly toddling across the bed and flopping down on top of the two, earning a small oof! from Slade as she forced her way in between them. She kicked until the man let go of Dick and made room for her.

Rolling over, Dick smiled as Elani quickly settled down between them. One thing he loved is that while she'd always wake him up coming into bed with him, she'd lay down quietly until Dick was ready to get up.

Curiosity over Slade seemed to override her usual quiet morning behavior.

"Why are you here?" she asks with all the bluntness of three year old.

Slade snorts, reaching over and pinching her cheek. "Because I wanna be, brat."

She giggles and reaches over to pinch him back, giggles rising to a shriek as he yanks closer.

"No! Your beard!" She pushes his face away, still laughing as he rubs his face against hers.

They settle a moment later, Slade loosening his grip on her and Elani staying snuggled against his chest.

Dick felt like he was suffocating.

Is this what other people got to wake up to? Was Slade ever like this with Grant and Joey when they were little?

Oftentimes it felt like Slade only ever interacted with Elani to make sure she liked him. He'd bring her toys and treats, idly listen as she babbled, but his attention would always turn towards Dick.

There's an expression Slade's face he's never seen before as the man sighs and kisses the top of Elani's head.

Such a sweet moment of a life Dick would never actually have, nor one he could ever give Elani.

[Prev]

[romaevelizz]

Venus ˖ ࣪⊹

Severus Snape x Wife!Reader

sum: Over 15 years together. Their love was never second guessed or had changed, but was destroyed by something bigger than them.

warnings: Angst, cursing, mentions of children(their parents), character death. not proofread.

“I’m tired Severus..”

His eyes looking up at the women, his wife. He knew she was tired that she wanted this all to be over. She wanted to feel safe, she wanted for their children to be safe. He wanted nothing more than to make that possible for them, for his girls. But life’s not as simple as taking his family far away from the dangers of hogwarts and The Dark Lord.

The Darkness of their private chambers surrounded them, the only light coming from the fire, he hated seeing her cry. Her gentle hands whipping away the tears that ran down her face, the golden ring on her left hand that glistens. A symbol of their love, their trust, their devotion. As Severus made his way close to her he reached out his hands, them cupping her face carefully.

His eyes watched her carefully, part of him wanting to hear her thoughts, but they were still, just like he taught her. She was tierd her dark features showing the circles under her eyes the wrinkle in her brow become more profound, she was washed out her warm undertone now cool. His thumbs gently brushed her tears away, his hands pulling her close to him. Severus placed soft kisses on her temple, “I’m so sorry my dear..” he whispered into her hair placing another kiss.

He wanted to go Home, he wanted to take his girls home away from her but he couldn’t. She couldn’t ask him either because she knew, she knew that this was asked of him. That’s this was expected of him. He held her close as close as he could.

She couldn’t stand how the students were getting treated how her children’s lives were threatened if Severus didn’t follow through with the plans. Yet as plans proceed, things became more dangerous. Dangerous to the point of war, “They can’t stay here, if war were to break out who knows what would become of the castle.” Her hushed tone argued with her husband.

“If our girls leave from his line of sight god knows what he’d do, they’re safest here.”

“Zhuriya can stay, she’s the one he’s most fascinated with yes? She strong and able to protect herself, she had already planed on fighting alongside her classmates if things were to happen.” She hissed, “But Sa’diya and Elani can’t, for gods sake Elani is mearly months old and Diya is 5.”

He shook his head “They’re Safest her, please. Please don’t take them or leave them with someone else.” He spoke his tone begging for her to trust him and to not do anything rash that could put her in danger let alone their babies.

Moments of peace weren’t common by any means but even in the dark of times he could feel at ease. The dark of the night the cries of the newborn could be heard, yes at first it can cause worry. Hushing his wife back to sleep he spotted his 5 year old curled against her mother, kissing her head he slipped out of bed to retrieve the youngest. Her soft cries nothing out of the ordinary, just her vocally sharing her discomfort and hunger.

He hummed picking the baby out of her crib, the hushed tone of his voice immediately calming her down. By no means was another child apart of their plan of the dark lords take over nor a new born at that, a new born that was a bit more difficult than their other two. “hmm hello sweet girl… what causes you such distress..” He cooed craddeling Elani in his arms.

As he walked into the living room there sat his eldest candle lit by her side and book in her lap, her body curled up on the couch as she read. “I was going to get her.” Zhuriya spoke her gaze not leaving her book.

He hummed “There’s no need, hoping i don’t have to wake your mother to feed her,” he paused for a moment whispering a quick spell lighting the fire place. “reasoning to why your not in bed?” he asked standing next to the arm of the couch she rested on.

“no classes tommorow, and simply couldn’t sleep.” she spoke her tone flat, just as his always was.

his brows frowned, Severus knew his eldest and knew she could sleep in any situation. She was having nightmares again, at least that’s what he called them, to her they were types of visions in a way showing her things in the future. Sometimes, actually almost all the time they came true even if they were just close calls. “You want to talk about it?”

She looked up slightly “Their just nightmares right?” shifting in her seat she closed her book and sat up “They don’t mean anything.” she finished placing her book down walking past him into the kitchen.

“Zhuriya..” He called them nightmares to comfort her in a way or at least tried to comfort her, but in the end these dreams were always right. He watched as his eldes daughter grabbed a bottle that just needed heating up, quick wave of her wand it was perfect.

“You can go back to be dad i got her.”

Severus took the bottle form her, “I have her, now please. Tell me what you’re seeing, your mind is to still to invade it.” he spoke his tone a bit teasing at the end.

Ushering her back to the living space they both sat down, Zhuri next to her Father as he fed the baby. She played with her fingers as she built up the courage to say something, she looked just like her mother when she worried. Her dark curls covering her face as she looked down, “The Elder Wand.” she spoke softly.His attention was on her, what about it? what about the elder wand kept her from sleeping?

When her gaze met his he saw her waterlines building with tears, “When Draco, well when you disarmed Dumbledore, the elder wand no longer belongs to him. The master you could say is the person who disarms the last holder..” she spoke her voice shaky, “Now The Dark Lord has it. But It will never truly fully obey him unless.”

“Unless I’m killed.” he finished for her. He watched her lip quiver as she nodded.

Severus pulled her close to him, baby still in arms. There wasn’t anything he could say to comfort her because with that simple explanation it was inevitable. “Shh, My sweet girl..”

“I saw That snake sink it teeth into you. He didn’t even spare you the suffering, god.” her she spoke in a muffled cry. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head his arm still holding her close.

“Zhuriya, Baby what’s wrong?” the worried voice of her mother causing them to look up. ‘Don’t tell her what you told me, please my dear i need her to rest easy..’

He felt her nod against him “Baby what’s the matter?” she asked again now closer bending down infront of their daughter.

“Just stress of school, wondering if Draco is safe..” She muttered. Y/n held her daughters face kissing her daughters cheeks softly. The two exchanged some words he kinda shut down, He’d die? No, he couldn’t not while he’s still active he couldn’t leave them, He couldn’t leave Y/n.

“Severus.. Sev baby?” Y/ns voice broke him out of his trace.

He hummed “Let’s go to bed.. Elani is out and Zhuri is going to head back to bed. I put Diya back in her bed but don’t be surprised if she’s in yours Z..” she hummed.

Zhuri shook her head a small smile tugging at her lips “She struggling to stay in her own bed?”

His wife nodded “She’s just at the age and with everything going on…”. Zhuri nodded“right.. Goodnight mama, night Daddy. I love you guys.” Zhuriya said before heading towards her room.

As she left to room His wife looked at him, “what was that?” she asked. She knew that her daughter had lied to her.

Severus shook his head as he approached her, his hands falling to the side of her arms. With a kiss to her temple he whispered “Tis nothing my love, let’s return to bed..” his works comforting as he hugged her and the baby in her arms. The hug lingered Severus closing his eyes tightly as he embraced her.

He spend every day since that night taking in as much as he could with him girls but knowing when he’d be taken from them. Showing them his love for them in affection he never really displayed, kissed to the temple, constant I love yous, hugs. Everything he could.

Y/n knew something was wrong but nobody would tell her, she was left in the darkness of his affection. How cruel of him to keep this but, he couldn’t just tell her, his wife that he’d die in days time. That soon it would be the last time he’d kiss her and embrace her, after years of being by her side. She’d lose her mind knowing that he’d die as some point and end up trying to prevent it.

Severus felt his heart stop when that moment the dark lord started explaining to him the reason of his wand now fully working for him was because of him. He knew that this was that moment. He knew that morning was the last time he’d see his girls and by gods they weren’t even fully happy. He wouldn’t get to see them happy again and it’s his fault.

“Promise me, by killing me you won’t touch them. You wont hurt my family.”

Laying on the cold ground, the taste of his own blood sickening to him. Potter was the first to find him, “Just hold on professor, please just hold on.” He spoke. Harry’s trembling hands left his throat as he got up.

“Y/n… i’m so sorry..” his voice soft as he cried out for his wife.

He would die here alone, maybe it was better that way. He could feel his heart to slow down, the difficulty of breathing becoming harder. He begun to close his eyes, just as he did, just as he was about to let himself take his last breath.

Her voice. “Severus! no! No, no, no..”

The cry of his name leaving her mouth. opening his eyes he saw her rushing towards him.

No, don’t do this. His heart begun to break watching as she fell to her knees her hands immediately falling to his wound. He couldn’t hear was she was saying her voice muffled as she could only watch her, his weak hand finding her face as she sobbed.

Her beautiful features covered in tears, dirt and blood. Even as distraught as she was she was still so beautiful, His heart heavy as she trembled her touch becoming shaken. With the strength he had left he brought her close to him, her hands never leaving their spot.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered.

Her heavy cries begging him not to leave yet. That she needed him, that his girls needed him still. Her hushed tones say that this wasn’t fair, “You’ve only ever done what’s asked of you..” she said lifting her head looking him in the eyes.

“They’ve done nothing but set you up for your own death. It’s not fair….” she cried her fire heat touching his, he felt her tears on his own face.

“You didn’t ask for this life..” he rasped , “This wasn’t the life i promised you… I love you so much.” he cried softly.

“you’ve done more that enough for me, for us.”

with a heavy breath she begun again “I couldn’t ask for anything more from you..” she could feel his touch become softer his hand falling from her.

In this moment was their love was destroyed by The man everyone feared.

She couldn’t do this, she couldn’t bear losing another one of her boys, the lose of their first and only son, her father and now him. the most important men in her life always dying off like this with her begging from them not to leave her. Them always calling out her name before she could save them.

She couldn’t lose him too, but perfect could keep this love alive his death was inevitable. wasn’t it. this was always the way he’d be taken from her. She couldn’t tell him how he couldn’t have lister her vetted that he was always the man she asked for. But in the end they were always ment to say goodbye.

Severus became cold to her touch. “Thank you.. Thank you for loving me, loving me better than anyone ever has.” he spoke, his breath horsed.

“I love you so, i love you so much Y/n.” He said his finally breath in play.

He could bear it, But in this moment was the best way he could’ve died, in her arms, her weight on him. With her his death could be peaceful. He wasn’t alone, she wouldn’t ever let him be alone. Not in their years of hogwarts, Not when his parents died, not when he first got his mark, not when he begun to close him self off, not now. He promised her no matter how long he’d have to wait, in every universe in every timeline he’d wait for her. Even if he died alone. Cause how could such a women be left by her self, how could he love another women as he did her?

Even in death he still looked so gorgeous, but god did looking at him make this harder. But she had to accept it she couldn’t save him, Not with out her taking her own life and even then who knew if it be sucssesful, She couldn’t leave her children orphans.

He was still holding on, she couldn’t imagine the pain he was in the sharp sting of venom in his body. “Fuck..” she cursed shaking her head.

“I know… I know it’s time for you to go.. it’s- It’s okay.” she cried softly, her permission letting him close his eyes.

Letting go gently she fell into his chest, his heart no longer beating. He was really gone. Covered in his blood she held on to him for a bit longer.

All severus as done was do was was told on him, he never did anything not asked of him. Dumbledore and Voldemort i’d be planing his death for years. For years the only light and care he’d experience was with his girls. Now he’s never see them again.

Even though he was.. well dead his brain wasn’t he could still feel her presents, hear her voice. surrounded by Darkness the last thing he heard was his eldest. Her blood curtailing scream, That was was last thing he had to remember hearing. His first daughter and his wife screaming his name, their cries together unbearable to his heart.

Just one last chance, that all he wanted, he couldn’t leave them.. he could put them through that pain. His heart ached.

“Severus…” His name was called out, Y/ns voice ringing trough his headspace.

“Severus, my love..”

He felt his eyes open, his body sitting up quickly his hand falling on to his chest quickly his hands touching his throat.

“Shhh, Shh it’s okay…” she hushed her hand falling or his chest and back, her body sitting up already.

His Eyes fell on her, her brows frowned, quickly he brought her into any embrace.. “Sev it’s okay.. It’s been over.. Your okay. You’re safe now you’re here with us.” she whispered her arms hugging him back.

“how long..”

“5 months..” she said.

He nodded him still holding her. Opening his eyes he notices the were in their private chambers at hogwarts. This bc had gone back to normal, he was at work again, he knew his two youngest were in their rooms sleeping soundly. His eldest away Exploring and studying in Russia.

Pulling back he looked as he in the eyes “Were safe, our girls are safe.” she reassured again.

“I know i just.. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything.” he spoke simply kissing her lips.

[waveofstars]

i'm finally back from my life break !! work has been crazy with my new promotion but i think i'm finally putting out all the fires i had goin. i didn't get to do all my drafts tonight, so def expect more the rest of this week !! i'd do more tonight but i took a gummy and feelin silly now. ALSO i will be posting this week about new muse stuff - i'm gonna reinvent my old muse elani with a new fc + a few bio changes - and also put out some open starters anyway, thanks for the patience my dudes

[roadtogracelandx45]

Burnin' Love | 1| Austin Butler!Elvis

I originally had this up a few months ago and I decided I didn't like it as much so I finally feel up to the point where I can give it the attention it needs.

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One 

1953

It had been just over three and half years since Elvis Presley had seen Syliva Adams when her mother put her in the back of the yellow taxi cab going to a new life that she had secured by marrying a wealthy man in Nashville.  They had exchanged letters and quick phone calls when her stepfather Daniel wasn’t around but that was it. And then one day it all stopped. The phone calls would go unanswered and letters were marked as returned to sender. Something that shattered his heart, after his mama, Sylvie was his best girl; without her, he was kind of lost. 

And one day she showed up in the housing projects, with a ratty carry-all bag, her head uncovered, and her clothes falling off her slim frame.  

He had been the one to answer the timid knock on the apartment door,  and his heart dropped into his stomach the second he laid eyes on her. 

“Syl?” 

“Yeah.” Her voice wobbled and her body shook. 

‘Mama!” He called back into the apartment as he took her bag from her and motioned for her to go into the apartment.  

She took several steps into the apartment and was immediately drawn into Gladys’s arms. “Baby, what happened?” She asked before pulling back and looking at her.

  “What in the hell?” Vernon asked as he joined them, his eyes fixed on the black and blue ring that went around her eye and her slightly swollen bottom lip. 

“I ran away.’ Sylvie finally said, “I didn’t know where else to go.” Gladys pulled her further into the room and sat her on the couch, Elvis who had put her bag in his room returned to her side, his hand gripping hers tightly. 

Dixie, his girlfriend, was sitting in the armchair, curious, she had heard stories about the girl and how she used to run around with Elvis and his small group of friends.  They had all thought that she was lost to them forever. “What happened baby?” He asked turning her jaw slightly for her to look at him. She flinched at his touch and more tears came down her cheeks. “Did that son of a bitch touch you?” Gladys asked as she returned from the kitchen with a teacup in her hands. She and Grandma Dodger were the only two that had met Daniel Myers and didn’t like him or his daughter Andie one bit. They were arrogant Yankees and wouldn’t know how to take care of southern women. “He did.” 

“He didn’t try and?’ Vernon’s voice trailed off. “He tried, but I stabbed him in his thigh.” Elvis had given her a pocket knife for protection just in case he and the others weren’t around to protect her. And he was thankful that he did that. 

“Does Elanie know?” Vernon asked, he had been good friends with her father before he had been killed.  “Yes, and she didn’t care. He basically told her to make a choice, me or him. She chose him. Which led to this.” She motioned to her face and Elvis’s grip tightened on her hand to where it was almost painful. 

“You are safe now Syl.” He said, his anger barely hidden in his voice. “You are safe now.”   Sylvia looked over at Dixie and then back at Elvis, “Who is that?” 

‘That’s Dixie.” “I am his girl.” Dixie cut in, she couldn’t help herself, she was a little jealous of the attention that Sylvie was getting from Elvis, the attention that he usually paid to her.  

“Come on sweetheart, you need a warm bath and some food in you,” Gladys said, her motherly instinct kicking in.  

The newcomer nodded her head and went to stand up but the grip Elvis had on her hand stopped, “El, you can let go, I am not going far.’  He let out a short chuckle and let her hand go. Gladys and Grandma Dodger led her to the bathroom and talked quietly to her.  

Dixie rose from her seat and picked up her bag, “I am going to go home. She needs you more than I do.” “I am sorry darlin’.” The girl glanced down the hall to where she could hear Gladys cursing. If she had to guess she probably had more bruises on her body than what was visible. “Don’t be, she needs you. She needs your family. I will come by after school tomorrow.” She pressed a kiss to Elvis’s cheek and made a quick exit, she didn’t want to humiliate Sylvie more than she already was. 

~*~

Sylvie still had tears coming down her face when she stepped into the tub, she was ashamed of the bruises and cuts that lined her body. 

“There is nothing to be ashamed of Sylvia.” Gladys started, “You were in a bad situation and you got yourself out of it. If that man shows up.” 

“I will put a bullet between his eyes.” Grandma Dodger added, the elderly lady had never talked but when she did, it was something that was serious and needed to be said. 

``And we will bury his body where no one can find him.” 

Unable to help the laughter that bubbled up,  Sylvia laughed and then covered her mouth quickly, it had been beaten into her that she should be seen and not heard and her opinion didn’t matter.  It was clearly going to change being back around the Presleys, they were all very opinionated no more so than Gladys, if she had something on her mind then she would speak it and she made it known in the past that any woman coming to the Presley family would have to be the same way. 

~*~

“You don’t have to give up your room El.” Sylvie started after they had dinner and Gladys insisted that the young girl got some sleep.

 “I insist, you are just displacing Petey.” Her brown eyes got wide and she shook her head, “I can't do that.” 

“He agreed to it, baby.” He returned, “he wants you to feel comfortable here.” 

He wasn't going to tell her that Petey had changed the sheets on his bed and hid all the stuff that wasn’t suitable for ladies. She curled up in a ball on the twin-sized bed and pulled the blankets up to her neck. Like she was protecting herself from harm.

 Elvis was silent as he went around the room and changed for bed, he wasn’t going to force her to talk.

 She would when she was ready. 

“Elvis?” She asked softly as he was turning off the lights. 

“Yeah, baby?”

 “Can you lay with me?”  He finished shutting the lights off and went over to the bed and laid down next to her.  It was almost instantly that Sylvie curled into his side and rested her head on his shoulder.  

Tears started hitting his nightshirt and he pulled her tighter into him, tangling their bodies together. 

“Shh mama, you are okay now. You are safe.” He whispered, his heartbreaking little by little with each teardrop that hit his shirt.

 Her fingers knotted themselves into his shirt. To offer comfort to her, he started humming an older song he had heard in Mississippi. Slowly the tears stopped and her breathing evened out. “No one's gonna hurt you again Sylvie and that’s a promise.” He whispered before he kissed the top of her head. 

[mannytoodope]

George: Right, I got news. You ready? (deep breath) Gary Fogel had cancer. Jerry:Oh yeah, I knew. George: You knew? How did you know? Jerry: He told me a few months ago. George: Why did he tell you and not me? Jerry: I don't know. George: How are you closer to him than me? Jerry: I don’t know, George. George: So, is he okay? Jerry: Oh yeah, he's fine, fine. He was in bad shape for a while though. George: Huh, really? How bad? Was he on his death bed? Jerry: No, he was on his regular bed. George: So why didn't you tell me? Jerry: He swore me to secrecy. George: So? Jerry: It's not like you're my wife. George: Well, I still think you shoulda told me. Jerry: Hey, believe me, you were better off not knowing. It's not easy to deal with someone in a situation like this. I was so nice to him I almost made myself sick. George: Well, I wanna talk to him about this. Jerry: That's right, you let him have it. George: Mmm-mm. Jerry: Who is he not to tell you about his life-threatening illness? George: That's what I'm saying. Jerry: His illness is your business. George: If not mine, whose? Jerry: If not now, when? Elanie: Were you just talking about me? George: No, an old friend of ours, Gary. Elaine: Oh, the guy with cancer? George:You told her? She's not your wife! Jerry: If I told you, you woulda given it away. George: You don't think I can keep a secret? Jerry: No, but he would've read your face. George: You don't trust my poker face? Jerry: Do you ever win at poker? George:  No.

[letterboard-fantasy]

[ envoy ] mayhaps elaine for envoy of knowledge? holding up hands

Elanie’s climbing her way up the essences/lh

Now all she needs is an s tier and she’s set for life/j

But yeah yeah yeah!!

[luaticbeauty]

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[keiths-stupid-mullet]

WHEN DID I EVEN SEND THAT EYELASHES ASK? WHAT WAS THAT EVEN ABOUT?? WHY DIDN'T TUMBLr tell me you answered wth.......

DON’T ASK ME DUDE I HAVE NO CLUE NSDFSKNJDFHB

no seriously, i don’t know how old that ask was - i have asks from way before s3 in my inbox still so now i’m randomly scrolling around and picking some to answer that still make sense out of context :’D

[budgie2budgie]

photo shoot for farah bilel’s S23 “subway”  📷 (part 2/2)

tinka’s life - earlier - next

[summer of love - portugal. the man feat unknown mortal orchestra]

[shycolorstudent]

7 deadly sins mondern Ban x reader

Hello, this is my version of Ban in modern times.

-Ban is a really good chef. I mean, really good. He owns his own restaurant but works part-time at the boar hat bar. And thats where you met him.

-Ban is surprisingly good at driving and does street racing and pro.

-He was working one night when your friends convinced you to leave the comfort of your own bed. You caved, and you had a good time, and the food was so amazing. Ban could see you enjoying the food. It was like any other person reacts to it.

-At this point, Ban and Elaine had a messy breakup due to her being sick all the time and Ban treating her like glass. She was done with her boyfriend of five-plus years. It was hard for him to move on. That was his first love, his first everything.

-Has a youtube with the sins where they film vlogs, van life, and just their crazy life.

-When he met you, he didn't want to date; he was happy being single. He actually liked it. But that changed.

-He loved talking to the customers and hearing how good his at cooking. He was also a bouncer of some sort protecting the women, men, and theys from creeps. You were the target for most creepy people, so Ban would dance with you often, and soon you two exchanged numbers as he ended up caring for you but not too much as he still "loved" Elanie.

-On your birthday, your friends took you to the boar hat while they party, you sat and ate. It was pretty dull that day that Ban decided to get out of the kitchen for a bit. You saw the tall, muscular man walk out and take off his. Today was the anniversary of the breakup. To be honest, you two only pretend to be wasted just for your friends to see that you're having a good time.

-Ban danced with you, and somehow you two got into a corner of the bar. "Hey, mouse, happy birthday" You laughed and boop his nose. "Still calling me mouse?" You nor Ban will never know how this lead-up to this moment. Maybe it was the booze or the tension you two feel for each other. Ban, still standing up, propped you on his knee. Your back was the wall. "Can I kiss you?" He asked with his lips close to your neak, hot air touching your skin, "Yes." You said, and he kissed you only your neak, nothing more and nothing less.

-You were just another person to Ban, someone he will never see until Meliodas again decides to move the bar to another town, and Ban opens up a new restaurant. You guys are friends, but he keeps you at a distance, never meeting up with you outside of the bar. But for you, oof, he was on your mind for weeks. He would ask for your consent before doing anything. He was nothing like your other partners. He respected your body, and you did the same. He only wanted you to tug his hair and whispers sweet words.

-You had made friends with Danie, who was a server. You tipped her well, and she liked talking to you for a bit. So you two hung out one night, then soon she invited you to a small party with her high school friends. They call themselves the 7 deadly sins, and they also have a YouTube Chanel that you haven't heard of. At the party, there were people you saw at the bar or worked at the bar. And there was Ban. He avoided you, and tone changed, and everyone knew. He didn't make eye contact with you.

-Ban decided to leave in secret, but you went after him. "Hey! I'm sorry about the kiss. You asked, then I asked to kiss you, and you said yes. Were you drunk or faking it like I was?" He sighed and smiled. "I was faking it too, mouse." He said, then continued to walk. Then you ran to him and grabbed his hand. "You give me these nicknames, you kiss me, and now you're avoiding me. What's wrong?" Ban turned around and brought you close to his chest. "I liked it. You were on my mind longer than I expected. I like you more than I ever liked my ex. I'm scared that you're going to break me like she did." "Ban, I would never-" He cut you off. "How would you know?" He started to let out a tear. "I know because I wouldn't make an effort to talk to you since we kissed."

-After that talk, you two dated, and he's the best boyfriend.

-Loves to show you off at races.

-Very overprotective of you.

-He opened up about his troubled past about steeling. His cold night in juvie then meeting Meliodas, who helped him get straight.

-One-night cuddling, you questioned his tattoo and why they call him "Fox" or "greed." "It's a long story, love. All the sins have one."

-Ban has never thought about Elaine since you two started to date. That was until they found a cure for her illness. She wanted Ban back, but once she saw how happy you two were, she decided it was time to find her own.

-King didn't care about the breakup, but he did care how heartbroken Ban was when he met you when some creep was trying to touch you (that was the first time you two talked). Ban was nonstop talking about you.

-Let's just say he wanted to push you two together. But he knew his place.

-Asked you to move him with him after a year of dating. You were still a college student, and Elizabeth got attached to your small city or town and wanted to stay longer. So Ban got an apartment and wanted to build a life there with you.

-He talks about kids all the time. If you don't are unable to have kids, that's fine. He'll drop that talk too fast.

-Ban biggest fear is losing you. He fell for bar you party you, and when he got to know the real you after hanging outside of the bar, he fell harder for you. He loved all your sides, and now he can't imagine his life without his love.

-He's the big spoon, no questions asked. If he's the little, then he'll be grumpy since he feels like he's not as close as he should be with you.

-He's not always clingy. He lets you be independent.

-Last PDA is a yes for him unless it makes you uncomfortable.

[katethecrazy]

Makaria Maysee - The First Sister

OC - Mine!

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part 2 of "a master's sacrifice"

makaria was knocked unconscious by the wave she held back slamming into her body. she was left floating there, her time ticking until she joined the force, but the world of the living wasn't done with her. to clarify, vader wasn't done with her.

she woke up strapped into the torturing apperatus that so many jedi before her had been held to and turned to the dark side. as she strained against the restraints, she could only watch as vader stepped towards her. "who are you?! are you the sith lord?" she asked, but she received no answer. "why did you save me? what do you want with me?!" again, no answer. not a clear one, anyway.

"all answers you'll soon receive, makaria." but with that reply, she only had more questions. before she could ask them, his gloved hand reached out and makaria felt her voice be ripped from her throat, only harsh gasps left her as immense pain proded and pierced her mind. it must've been an hour before her mind finally gave and vader was let into her memories. from there, he altered her memories. rex died. she killed him. she never had children with him. ahsoka betrayed her, releasing maul with the intention for him to kill her while she escaped. elani was dead. her life was empty, completely void of meaning and purpose. no love, no light, only darkness and misery. as tears flooded down her cheeks, they shifted from tears of physical pain from having her mind breached to emotional turmoil. she had no one left. for all she knew, obi-wan was dead, rex was killed by her, elani was dead, and ahsoka and maul were somewhere out there. as rage burned through her vains, vader allowed her to see one thing that was true, a memory of his. padmé. how he tore the air from her lungs, killing her and their children. in the centre of it all was obi-wan. obi-wan did all of this to him. he was alive and not once tried to find makaria.

makaria opened her eyes, a burning, vivid crimson with a ring of gold around her pupil. makaria maysee was buried deep within her. now, the only thing that remained of her was this sad shell named the first sister.

a name long reserved for the day vader would find her and bring her to join him. he couldn't get padmé to join him, but least he had her. his best friend since childhood. his first sister.

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[robbinghisdick]

What about the Robins? Do they have a role in Elani's life and care if Slade is her dad??

- Jason: he is 13 when Elani is born! He was NOT told who the father of Elani was. He was a little shit teen who tried very hard to get Elani to say his name before she could say "dada" lmao. As a teen boy, wasn't super interested in her, but would talk and play with her. Post-ressurection I imagine he eventually finds out/figures out who her dad is, but doesn't particularly care. I'm still learning his character as well, but I find it extremely funny at the prospect of him randomly kidnapping her to spend some time and Dick REALLY wishes he'd just be fucking normal about it oh my god, the note you left looks like a RANSOM NOTE! He doesn't have a super active role in her life, but does teach her how to shoot a gun and is her #1 defender of "this girl has never done a thing wrong in her life" whether or not it's true lmao

- Tim: this is honestly the Robin I know least about, but would be the most prominent in her life! Tim sees one weird interaction between Slade and Dick and instantly figures it out lmao. Finds it extremely weird, but also he's new here (at the time) and didn't really have much of an opinion. He's 15 and she's 4 when they meet! I think they're not noticeably close, but Tim is the one Elani tends to go to with a problem and I think they have mutual yapper and listener dynamic. Relationship dynamic to be updated as I learn more!

- Damian: this is THE Robin she has the most complex dynamic with. Elani is 7 and he's 10 when they meet and it's ON SIGHT. Mfers can't stand each other and cannot be left in the same room alone. It doesn't help that Elani has a SUPER bad jealousy streak and she does not care for how much attention Damian takes up, especially concerning her dad and grandpa. Damian doesn't learn that Slade is her dad for a good long while. The two eventually get very close, but that's a whole post in itself lmao. They are very special to me you have no idea 😭

[jinsai-ish]

Seregil rested on his back, arms tucked behind his head, Alec already asleep and snoring softly beside him. It was warm enough that his lover had kicked the cover down so that they twisted up in his thighs, leaving the moonlight falling on his pale, bare ass. Seregil spared an appreciative glance out of the corner of his eye, a small smile gracing his face. He let his eyes slip closed, intent on letting Alex's soft, rhythmic snores soothe him into sleep. Another sound trespassed on his ears however, small, bare feet padding across the floor. The quiet sound reminded him of Sebrahn and he sighed, sitting up and pulling the blankets up to cover his own assets as well as Alec's.

The girl stood, briefly outlined by the moonlight, fidgeting as she hesitated. The light made her eyes appear to almost glow silver, another reminder of Sebrahn, but he knew they were just his own clear grey. Seregil sighed again, shifting and patting the bed next to him. She nodded and walked over, sitting, her careful silence respectful of Alec sleeping. Seregil looked down at her hair, silky dark brown just like his own, her high cheekbones and delicate features showing only her 'faie blood, and none of her mother's. Her skin was a few shades darker than his own, her presence there a souvenir of his visit to the Dravnians and their guesting traditions. While he was not surprised to find he'd left a few behind, he was shocked to have any enter his life. Though he'd never seen them, he'd been told how her two half-brothers were mirror-images of their mothers, treasured and at-home in their village and with their clan. Only his daughter had come out strange - well, strange to her mother's people. When her uncle had delivered the girl to Rhiminee, six, slim, and silent, he had been told how her birth had killed her mother before the labor had even completed, how they had had to cut the infant out, and hadn't been sure she would even live. How could Seregil turn her away, when his own birth had killed his mother? So much like him, yet still so distant. He wasn't sure how to connect anymore than she was; it was Alec who was so good with children, not him.

"Would you tell me a story?" She asked at last. She slid near, though she didn't look up. Goosebumps prickled on her legs where they stuck out of her nightshirt, and he extended the blankets to her.

Her mother's people had always placed a nigh-religous value on story-telling, and this at least left Seregil on solid ground.

"Did you know you have another brother, of a sort?"

Seregil wasn't sure what possessed him to tell that story of all he could have, save for the memory of silver eyes. But she looked up at him finally. Her eyes were large, but the color of the sea at sunset reassured him, and the dark waves framing her small face. He took a deep breath, and began.

"Alec and I were south, in my own homeland, on the Queen's command, to deliver a message to her sister. No, not Queen Elani, but her aunt, Queen Phoria," he said, answering the question in her eyes before she could it voice.

"An old enemy seized an opportunity, and we were attacked and dragged to Plenimar, to be enslaved."

He detailed the battle, and something of the terrors of the ship's slave hold, but held off from telling her the worst, or that he had nearly died. His hand rubbed his throat reflexively, the hated memory of the slave collar sunk into his subconscious actions.

"So, an evil wizard?" She questioned as he reached that part.

"No," he replied vehemently, immediately quieting himself with a glance at Alec. "Not a wizard," he continued. "A man practicing a terrible mix of science and magic, for works as black as any necromancer's. He took bits of Alec - spit, mucus, blood, his spend - and created a -"

Here Seregil hesitated. How to describe what Sebhran had been, what he was? A glance out the window gave him an idea.

"A moon child," he said at last. "A child of magic, who could heal with his blood, or kill with his voice. White and silver, made of Alec. A moon child, born of no woman."

"Like me," she said, her voice filled with sadness and wonder. He started, staring down at her in shock.

"You-" he began but she shook her head. Looking down as he was, he could see the birthmark near her collarbone, the same size and shape as the scarred circle on his own and shivered. There was no logic to why she would wear the same mark, matching the one of his own chest and on Alec's palm, from their tangle with the evil god of the necromancers. He tried not to think about what that might mean for his daughter.

"I was never born from my mother," she stated, dragging him away from those thoughts. Her voice too even for a child. She looked to the window, and then he could see the tremble in her jaw.

"They cut me from her dead womb, on a night with no moon." She pulled her knees tight to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, and resting her head on top, still looking out the window. "If Alec's child of the moon was white and silver, then I'm just... Empty and dark."

Seregil pulled her close to him, his throat and heart tight.

"No," he declared. Gently, but firmly he tilted her chin up, so that their eyes met. "Aura's moon, we call it in Aurenen. A very lucky sign, especially for - for Alec and myself."

Her eyes, so much like his own stared up. He could see a hesitant hope in them, still fearing to be born. He purses his lips.

"We had to give Sebrahn up to the Hazadrielfaie - Alec's mother's people. It was best for him - and us," he admitted. "But it was hard, most of all for Alec. Sebrahn was his child, in the end, and he has never truly recovered. Having you with us, well..."

He smiled down at her. "It's hard, for all of us. But hard doesn't mean bad, and it helps him. And I am glad that you are here now."

There was that dance of newborn hope he had hoped to see. She leaned against him fully, her eyes drifting shut. After a few minutes, he could feel her small body relax into sleep.

"That was good." Seregil laid his daughter down gently, turning to see Alec yawning widely. Dark blue glimpsed up at Seregil out of lashes still heavy with sleep. His hand fumbled for Seregil's, wrapping warmly around his fingers.

"I have no idea how we're going to do this tali," Seregil confessed. "Or if we even can."

Alec pulled him down, burying his face and yawning against his lover's chest.

"Together," was all he said before giving way to sleep once more.

For tonight at least, that was reassurance enough for Seregil, and he let himself finally sleep as well.

[roadtogracelandx45]

Burning Love: the rewrite|1| Austin Butler!Elvis

So I decided that I was going to redo all the chapters I have written and change quite a few things with Sylvie and her storyline. I should have chapters every couple of days hopefully. As long as I feel well enough and school and work isn't stressing me out too much.

@ohnoitsthebat @prettyinpayne @thatbanditqueen

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1952

Mentions of abuse and SA

“I know it’s been rough, baby. '' Elvis Presley’s handwriting was smudged on a piece of lined paper that Sylvie had gotten in the mail the day before. She was thankful that she had checked the mail and seen the series of letters from Elvis and his family in it and was able to hide them in her school bag before taking the rest of the mail into the house.

 “One day, I will come up there with Scotty and Bill and break you free.”

 In one of her past letters, she had mentioned what had been going on with her stepfather  at home and how she had to miss a full school year due to health issues.  “Sylvie?” Dickie Robert Jr.’s voice came from behind her and she quickly moved her textbook over the letter so he wouldn’t see it. She had been forbidden to talk to anyone from Tupelo, especially the Presleys. Elanie wanted to forget everything about that period of her life. 

“What’s up?” She returned twisting to look up at him. “Dad wants you home.” He answered. ‘Why? Mama is home with the two kiddos.” She returned. “He wants you out of school completely.’ The pen slipped from her fingers and onto her lap, “What? Why?” “He wants you to take care of the kids.” The unfamiliar feeling of anger rushed up, “What about Mama, isn’t that her job?” 

“Your Mama is in the hospital.” 

“For what?” 

“Don’t question it Sylvia.” 

The younger sibling crossed her arms under her chest and glared at him, she was sick and tired of being told that she couldn’t feel things and she couldn’t be herself and the rights. Hadn’t there been a woman’s movement for this exact reason?  

“Tell me why my mother is in the hospital and then I will go.” She returned. 

Dickie took a deep steadying breath trying not to unleash his anger at his father and step mother on her, he had talked to his grandfather recently and he had told him to take it easy on Sylvie that she had a rough start and even worse when Elanie decided to marry his father and move them to Atlanta. He knew how he treated her was wrong and that the abuse she had suffered was enough. 

“She has alcohol posioning.” He finally answered. 

The girl blinked her eyes a couple of times quickly, “I didn’t know that mama drank.” 

“She hides it very well.” 

Sylvie shook her head and started gathering up her notebooks, “I guess I really don’t know her at all.” 

 Biting his tongue Dickie nodded his head, he had heard alot more about Elanie then he ever wanted to know. And Sylvie didn’t know about the things her mother did at least not now. 

He heard a sniffle from her as she stood up holding the remaining book close to her chest and it felt like a punch to the heart. 

The last time he had see her cry was when they left Tupelo and she had be dragged away from that boy and shoved into the back of the car. 

‘Have you ever thought of runnin’ away?” He knew that he shouldn’t be putting the idea in her head but there was an unfamiliar guilt and wanting to help her that was overwhelming. 

“What?” She returned, her brown eyes going wide, “No, your father would kill me.” 

“I know but Sylvie listen to me.” She clenched the books tighter to her chest, something he had noticed she had done in the pass when she thought it was going to get dangerous, which alot of the time it did.  “If he finds you.” 

“What are you talking about?”

 ‘I am saying, get your stuff together, take all the money from my sock drawer. And then go into Dad’s office and get your papers. Anything with your name on it, get it.”  “Why are you helpin’ me?” ‘Lets just say that I have change of heart. And hurry home before Dad gets home from the hosptial.’ “What about Davey and Andie?” “I will take care of them.” He returned, they both knew that there was no way in hell she would get away with taking at least Davey with her. 

Sylvie started towards the door and paused before she got through it, “Hey Dick?” “Yeah.’ “Thank you.”  He nodded his head and waved her off. 

**

The house was empty when she got to it and she breathed a sigh of relief. All the way home she wasn’t sure that she was going to make it but it seemed luck was on her side, she took the stairs two at time and went into her bedroom. There wasn’t much in it, Dick Sr, never wanted a step daughter so he gave her less then his sons and younger daughter. The first few holidays in Atlanta was hard. 

Sylvie knew that they didn’t have much and there wouldn’t be presents or anything but her daddy made sure they each at least had one present each. Dick didn’t even do that, the first holidays and birthdays, Sylvie had cried her eyes out. But then she just started staying in her room, staying away from the whole family including Dick Sr’s parents. Glancing back at the door, straining to hear if her step father was back with Davey and Andie, not hearing anything she went to her bed and pulled the ratty suitcase that she had when they moved that had a cover of one of Elvis’s Captain Marvel Jr. comic tapped onto it. It had faded and was torn in some places but still it was there. Within minutes she had her clothes thrown into the suitcase as well as one of the baby blankets that had been left in her bed. She snapped the buckles closed and threw what else she could into her school bag. 

This was like a rush she never had before, she almost liked it. It was something so different for her. She tried to behave as much as she possible could to prevent any more abuse that she had coming.  

***

Half an hour later, she was at the train station getting ready to board a train to Memphis, she had a scarf that she lifted from her mothers collection wrapped around her dark hair and pair of dark sunglasses covering her eyes in attempt to hide herself.

 The last thing she needed was for one of the officers who wandered around the train station to see her and take her back to her step father.  One reared her as the train pulled to a stop in front of them and she released a shaky breath and started saying a silent prayer that this would work and she could be free. “Excuse me miss?” The officer had came to a stop next to her, she turned quickly to him lowering her sunglasses lowered down enough to see over the top. “Can I help you with getting on board.” Sylvie took a shallow breath and nodded her head,  “Yes, thank you.” He offered her a smile in return before picking up the suitcase and carrying it a board the train. “I am right there.” She offered up from where she had climbed up the stairs after him. He nodded his head and put the suitcase in the overhead rack. 

“Safe travels Ms. Adams.”