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icanseethefuture333 · 9 months

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What blessings are coming for you in 2024?

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Pile 1:

Shufflemancy -

Half Full by JGrrey

Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

I by Jaden

Signs: 818, silver, wires, blue, green, white, ocean, the sun, blue daisies, braided hair or material, mandalas, wall tapestries, old keys, doors being locked, mirrors, rosaries, crosses, anointing oil, Poseidon, Percy Jackson, Yemaya, honey biscuits, & beignets

Service, Change, Mirror, Heart With A Key, The Sword & Rose, & Liberator

For 2024, pile 1, I see that there is going to be some big changes! "Out with the old, in with the new". In 2023, you could have paid a big service to others by helping them with their needs, which led to putting everyone else above your own personal goals. Helping others can be a good thing but it is alright to be "selfish" at times! I feel that you think if you do good by others you will attract good karma into your life or the universe will magically bless you for your good deeds, when that's not how it works. If you wish for change, you have to be the change you seek. For 2024, you should focus on your self concept and understanding how the 3D works. The 3D reality is your external world, it will reflect back to your most inner prominent thoughts. You have the key to manifest your best potential. Harness your skills and work on improving them. Be careful with your triggers as well. The universe will test you along your journey. So you may experience things that are an inconvenience or attract things you may not necessarily "want". For example, if you are manifesting wealth in 2024, but keep having issues with your finances. Instead of reacting to this and having thoughts or complaints that you're "broke". Release the fears that you have regarding abundance. If you are manifesting money but only receive a $20 dollar bill, be grateful for that $20 dollar bill, for someone else may not even have cash at all. Think of it as a small start to success. You have to liberate yourself from limiting beliefs and see the prosperity that surrounds you and that it is also given to you. If you are someone who sees things as "glass half empty", your perspective will change graciously and the blessings in 2024 will teach you how to see with a "glass half full". The new year will provide you with inner peace and clarity within yourself. You will also be divinely guided and protected during this time!

Pile 2:

Shufflemancy -

Glitter by Tyler The, Creator

Kolors by Monte Booker ft. Smino

Hey, Mickey! By Baby Tate ft. Saweetie

Signs: 222, Valentine's day, hearts, box of chocolates, kiss marks, pink, lavendar, red, lip stains on cups, baby cupid, Venus/Aphrodite, Persephone, Oshun, passion fruit, roses, makeup, bow & arrow, crown, metal, armor, knights, princesses, folklore, playing dolls, roleplay, fairytale romance storybooks, childhood nostalgia, 90/2000s movies, & Y2K

Love (2x 💕), Patience, Kisses, Cupid's Arrow, Soulmates, & Knight

Okayyyy!! This pile is stepping into their it girl/boy/enby era 💅🏽! This is too cute ✨️. You will be more popular than usual this year, pile 2. Your guides are wanting you to embrace this! You could be really shy and wish to avoid the spotlight, but you will be causing yourself a great disfavor by doing this! You are going to be so radiant, magnetizing, & beautiful this year and this is going to draw others to you. I am getting a vision of like those popular girls who walk down the hallway in a 2000s movie with their hair blowing in the wind and everyone else is just in complete awe of them. There could be significant changes to your hair, skin, and wardrobe, maybe even your physical features. Your hair could grow longer, healthier, and look shiny, while your skin would appear softer, dewy, and refreshed. I see that your guides will be blessing you financially to support this lifestyle and to overall enhance your beauty. "You have lived in the shadows of others for too long, you're meant to shine baby!" I feel that many people in your path have made you feel smaller than you actually are and your guides want you to know that you are meant to do something big in this lifetime. They wish to boost your confidence. In 2023, you were the underdog, but you are going to rise to the top in 2024. You will also have a lot of admirers this year! You will be weary of this and feel anxious, fearing that these people are trying to deceive you. There is no need to worry about this though, pile 2! Ease your thoughts and affirm that you are worthy of love, praise, and attention. Your inner beauty is going to be radiating through your physical vessel and this is going to be so intriguing to others. You could be attracting friends, lovers, & sexual partners. If you have been single for a while and waiting for the divine to bless you with a romantic suitor, then it is very likely that you will be in a relationship for 2024. There is someone here who is in love you and desires to be in a committed relationship with you. They will be very charming, romantic, and chivalrous towards you. I interpert this as self love as well! The love you have for yourself is going to transcend into the universe. It's like the Care Bear stare. The Care Bears were able to love others and reciprocate it as well. Allow yourself to give & receive this year!

Pile 3:

Shufflemancy -

Forever Young by BLACKPINK

Queendom by Red Velvet

Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepswn

Signs: 333, giggling, laughing randomly or uncontrollably, people smiling at you, cameras, taking pictures, making videos, beaches, palm trees, upbeat music, nostalgic for music from your younger days, manic pixie character movie tropes, yellow, highlights, hair dye, bangs, high top sneakers, high waisted denim shorts, shuffling dance, longboards, swimsuits, pranks, Hermes, magic tricks, road trips, summer break, festivals, carnivals, & clowns

Self Esteem, Humor, Perservance, Girl Talk, Camera, Paradise, & Trickster

For some of you, the show "Dollface" or the movie "Joy Ride" could be significant. In 2024, you will be reuniting with some old friends of yours or making new ones. You could be getting over a break up from 2023 and the universe wishes to bless you with people who will stay in your life long term. This person you were with romantically or sexually could have left you feeling very depleted. As if they wasted your time and energy. You may have been feeling lonely or a bit lost, wishing you had people there for you to cheer you up. If you had friends that used to be close to you that you miss and have gotten out of touch with, it would be best to try contact them! You will never know unless you try :D! If you are someone who's never really had friends, then I see you coming across people soon. You will have to come out of your shell though and have the confidence to strike up a conversation with people. You will see that you are actually quite funny and a joy to be around! I'm getting a vision of like sleepovers and movie nights. This could have been your favorite to do when you were younger. I feel you should focus on creating new memories for yourself in 2024 and don't be afraid of doing those cheesy things you did as a teenager. Create photo books, make collages, talk on the phone all night long, go out ob trips on a whim, etc. There is so much more to life than just wanting to find your life long significant other. There's this joke that's I've been seeing on social media where it's like a young adult is either married or have kids and then people say "oh she 23? Shawty should be in the club" and it's true 😭! Don't waste your youth away worried about finding the one, just go have fun! It doesn't matter how old you are! Wear those heels and put yourself out there! You are going to regret it if you don't focus on your happiness in the future so make it happen. In 2024, your life will be spontaneous and adventurous!

Pile 4:

Shufflemancy -

American Girl by Bonnie McKee

Sweet by BROCKHAMPTON

SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY (Remix) by Amaarae ft. Kali Uchís

Signs: 444, Seshat, Athena, money in hidden places or on the street, vivid dreams, orange, green, STEM student, university, class, fire, drug commercials, hospitals, blood drawings, shots, measurements, glass, gas, science, chemistry, ball & chain, monopoly, dice, game pieces, poker cards, & checkers

Happiness, Health, Addiction, Abundance, Passion, & Visionary

For some of you, it was possible you were suffering from a lot of issues with your health in 2023. You could have been more prone to getting sick and catching colds, the flu, etc. Your health will be doing much better in 2024! I also see if you are a STEM student, I see your grades improving or you will graduate this year! Congratulations! This message only applies to a select few, but in 2024 I see that you will successfully become sober and overcome any addictions you had! Regardless of which of these resonates with you - there is a big focus on achievements with your health. Whether that is your health or other people's health you are taking care of, things will be looking great ❤️‍🩹! I see that you are very passionate regarding your career as well and there could potentially be some opportunities coming your way in 2024. I feel that a lot of the people in this pile are studying or work in law, the medical field, or do something along the lines of STEM (science, technology, engineering, & mathematics). You are very studious, smart, and bright! I see that in 2024, you will not be taking no for an answer and will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals. Your determination will be admired by others and I see that you will pass many job interviews or receive a big internship soon. There is going to be an opportunity coming your way that will be blessing you financially. Pay attention to your intuition and how it will make you feel. If something makes you happy and feel good inside, it is meant for you. If you feel a bad vibe or something is not right, trust your gut instincts! Do not allow others to pressure, persuade, or force you into doing things you don't want to. I also believe this ties in with the addiciton factor, the people in your path could be codependent on you or they will try to push you into doing things that are not beneficial for your growth. You are not obligated to do anything these people say, focus on your best interest. Either cut these people off or stay away from them, pile 4! It is very important that when you go into the new year that you stay away from any substances that are harmful to your health. Regardless, you will be very happy, healthy, and wealthy in the upcoming year 🏆!

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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Perfect Lines || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: There are no secrets between Arthur Shelby and his wife. Except what he hides in his sketchbook now that he has started drawing again. One question remains: what is he drawing?

Words: 2.3k

TW: One quick allusion to smut but otherwise it's tooth-rotting fluff.

Notes: This work is a part of Heaven in Your Eyes' universe (an Arthur Shelby x you story), but you can obviously read it as a stand-alone.

✞ Written for @runnning-outof-time 's 3.5k celebration with the following prompts: "You are not listening to me" // "You're beautiful like that"

Of everything you shared together, Arthur’s sketchbook was something he never showed you despite being married and indescribably enamored with you. Each time you tried to look over his shoulder in a desperate attempt to see what he was drawing, Arthur closed the sketchbook and usually called you a "nosey little angel" when it happened.

A faint “Bloody Hell” fell from his thin lips, as soft as a whisper lost in the summer wind, when the lead of his pencil broke amidst a tedious shading work. Arthur blew on the sheet of paper to clear it from the lead crumbles, before stretching one of his long arms to hold the sketchbook in front of his face and get a better view of the overall result. His piercing blue eyes wandered on each line he had drawn, analyzing them with a little frown that made his eyes squint and crowfeet appear. Carefully, he tilted the sketchbook on one side first, then on the other, in a serious attempt to understand what didn’t work, “Nah, that ain’t good enough” He grunted, chewing his pencil nervously before closing the sketchbook and getting up from the sofa to drag his lanky frame outside. Shortly after getting released from prison, Arthur and you decided to move to the forest side and live in the magnificent house you spotted one day when you were taking a walk in nature. Even if he had grown accustomed to Small Heath and its pungent smell, he knew that it wasn’t the case for you. There was something utterly melancholic in the way you looked at the vast and green lands of Arrow House, or the way your thin fingers gently stroked the silhouette of the mountains depicted in Polly’s latest favorite painting. Each of these small details convinced Arthur to buy this house, that stood proudly at the woods’ fringe and nearby an enchanting stream, because what could be more important than your happiness? Nothing.

Keeping his sketchbook under one arm, Arthur walked through the forest for a very short while with the peaceful rustle of the wind shaking the trees’ thick foliage as his sole companion. As he walked, the corner of his lips curled into a small satisfied grin: never in his life he would have thought he would feel that peaceful. In fact, Arthur Shelby had everything he always dreamed of: a beautiful house lost in nature to call his home and the most magnificent angel by his side to call his wife. The world could fall apart he wouldn’t mind as long as you were here, with him. To hell with the gangster’s life and with the family business, he thought. To hell with the paradise Linda had promised him: Why would he want to go to heaven when he could just fall asleep with you all snuggled up in his loving arms? Heaven was you, not someplace up in the skies. With his free hand, Arthur moved a few branches from the way and finally arrived in an enchanting glade in the midst of which a small lake was embellishing the landscape. A little less than one hour ago, you told him you wanted to take a swim there to refresh yourself after one whole morning of gardening, but Arthur grew impatient with waiting: he already missed you with all his soul. In truth, not having you next to him could soon turn into torture — so was the fierce and dependent nature of his love for you. A love deemed obsessive and unhealthy by some others, but which definitely suited both of you. Once he reached the lake, Arthur sat on a flat stone at its very edge, his steel-blue iris scanning the area until they fell on your dainty frame. But as soon as he saw you, his eyes widened, taken aback by the most wonderful sight he had ever seen.

You were standing near the other side of the pond, bathed in the soft light of the sun. A hundred small water droplets were covering your smooth skin, like a veil made of precious diamond beads. One of them, maybe a little too heavy, was slowly running down between your small breasts, whose perky nipples had hardened due to the cold breeze caressing them. The drop ended its way in the water, which was engulfing you from your waist down, after letting a thin glistening trail along your petite body. Unaware of your husband’s presence, you sung a joyful nursery rhyme about a wolf in the forest all the while braiding your long white hair in one single braid. Arthur’s chest tightened with an almost excruciating surge of desire at such a blessed view. At first, he wanted to call you but no sound came out of his mouth. Despite two years of being together, you still managed to make him feel like a flustered schoolboy. Rather than disrupting your peaceful moment, Arthur quickly opened the sketchbook he was carrying with him, took the pencil out of it, and started to draw again. Guided by a sudden burst of creativity, he let the pencil’s lead wander from here and there on the paper, taking quick but numerous glances at you as he did. It had been months since he had started trying to translate your divine pulchritude on paper but each attempt had been a miserable failure. The result never satisfied him enough to show it to you. Fortunately today, surrounded by nature and stealing one lonely and intimate moment, this drawing would be the good one.

Vaguely unsettled by the feeling of being watched, you stopped singing and turned around to sweep your surroundings with your eyes. It didn’t take long for you to notice your husband, sitting near the shore with his sleeves rolled up, a couple of his shirt’s buttons undone to make it looser, and his suspenders hanging from his waist. You tilted your head to the side at how focused he seemed to be, not raising his eyes from his sketchbook anymore. A faint and enamored smile curled the corners of your plump lips at the adorable facial expression that was adorning him. Alongside the awe Arthur’s beauty stirred in you, you couldn’t help but wonder what he was drawing. In fact, while there was no secret between you, he always refused to show you his art. Even the smallest sneak peek was prohibited for some undisclosed reasons — and even untold, you knew that these reasons revolved around his insecurities. Without wasting more time, you took a dive in the cold water and swam to the opposite shore. Once you reached it, you carefully resurfaced until the water reached your nose bridge, and grabbed his ankle with your cold and wet fingers.

“FOOKIN’ HELL!” Arthur cried, his gruff voice so loud that a whole family of birds swarmed from one tree and flew away in terror. Then, he looked at you and grunted, slowly resting one of his hands on his chest where he could feel his heart racing, “Ah. Very funny, love,” He said when he saw you chuckling, “I almost got a heart attack, eh.”

“Wow. I didn’t know you were that easy to kill, Arthur Shelby.” You retorted with a bratty pout, before hauling yourself thanks to a rock until the water reached your hips. Once you did that, you simply crossed your arms on the flat surface of the rock and rested your chin on your folded arms, looking at the tall gangster with a little smirk flattering your full lips.

“I ain’t easy to kill, love. In fact, I was more scared for me drawing than for myself. But,” He left his sentence hanging, looking carefully at his work to make sure water hadn’t splashed on it and erased some parts, “Everything’s fine.” Arthur closed the sketchbook and put it next to him — the temptation to grab it and look at its content was strong, but you managed to resist out of respect for your man’s privacy, even if you’ve been wanting to know what he was drawing for months. After all, he told you he used to be quite good at art so it made you even more curious. Arthur quickly took off his shoes, and moved his body until he sat at the very edge of the lake with his feet in the cold water “It’s fookin’ freezing. How can ye swim in this, angel? Ye gonna catch som’thin.”

“Come on Arthur, it ain’t even that cold.” You laughed, extending one of your arms to softly stroke his thigh. The sensation of your icy fingers sent goosebumps all over his skin despite the thin fabric of his trousers keeping you from having a direct contact with his flesh. Arthur’s gaze fell upon you again, and he drowned in your holy features. “I was wondering… “ You started, biting the juicy flesh of your lower lip as you searched for the right words, “like, I know you’re kinda reluctant when it comes to showing me your art but I really want to see what you’re drawing.” Your fingers traced circles on his thigh — He shivered with desire, “Now, I’m not really good at drawing so there’s no reason for you to be scared of judgment or anything. It’s just that… I’m curious. Yeah that’s it. I wonder what inspires you and what kind of muses you have. I’d really love to know more about your artistic side. What do you think?” You raised your gaze towards Arthur but he didn’t answer. In truth, the gangster was busy observing you with great attention, obliterating everything else. Even your lovely voice.

Your wet hair slicked back.

Your big eyes shining with a child-like gleam.

Your juicy lips, as sweet as fruits ready to be ripped…

Arthur’s artistic senses definitely loved what they saw: not his wife whom he loved to death, but a mischievous and sumptuous nymph. You came from the wild, and it was something no one could tear away from you. Ancient streams were coursing through your veins, pulsing at the rhythm of the mountains’ mystic drums that were making your heartbeat. Moreover, he was sure that your hair was made of the highest peaks’ permanent snow and your skin with the purest frost. The corner of Arthur’s lips twitched, making his mustache briefly move: he was physically and emotionally overwhelmed by your charm. To the extent he had to look away from your eyes, in which he could find fragments from the sky.

“Arthur?” You called him.

“You look beautiful like that.” He stated, the gravel of his voice highlighted by a surprising peaceful tone. His fingers gently reached for yours — that were still resting on his thigh. Blood rushed to your cheeks at the sudden and unexpected compliment. It was not something unusual though. Quite the contrary, Arthur was everything but cheap when it came to praising you, but his spontaneity and the genuine fascination in his eyes made you swoon, “You were not listening to me, right?” You replied, bating your Bambi lashes.

“I wasn’t listenin’, angel.” He admitted, his lips stretching into a soft smile. You could not help but reply to his honesty with a chuckle before slightly splashing him with water to avenge you, “Hey!“ he exclaimed.

“Now you gonna come swim with me if you want to be forgiven for this terrible insult! Not listening to me! I can’t believe it.” You exclaimed, pretending to be outraged.

“Nah, got me clothes on, love.” He straight off replied, trying to find an excuse to avoid the freezing water — only his ankles were soaked and he was already shivering.

“You see the thing with clothes…” You started, getting out of the water all naked, and forcing Arthur — whose jaw could have dropped at the sight of your naked body — to stand up too, “the thing with clothes, Arthur Shelby…” You let your words hanging only to raise yourself on your tiptoes and graze his earlobe with your lips, “is that you can take them off." You punctuated your sentence by unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it on the ground, thus revealing his toned chest sprinkled with hundreds of constellations made of freckles, "Right now."

“Alright, alright…” He grunted, unable to resist your adorable pout — and let’s be honest, the way your palms wandered on him, stripping him from his clothes and grazing his length, had been enough to motivate him. Arthur’s strong hand grabbed you by the back of your neck, the cold metal of his rings sending a shiver of excitement down your spine, and he gently forced you to kiss him. The press of his mouth, eager and hungry, was deepened by his tongue slipping between your lips and dancing with yours, “I’ll swim with ya but..” Another wet stroke — you moaned in his mouth as his body crashed against yours, not minding its wet and cold sensations, “You’d better find a way to warm me up, hmm.”

“Not before you tell me what you’re drawing.” You retorted, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck to lay myriad of kisses here. Arthur slightly threw his head back to give you better access to his throat and groaned.

“You. I’m drawing you. Always.” He finally confessed.

"What? Are-- Are you serious? Me? Why?" You suddenly said, pulling your face away from his neck to look at him with your eyes wide open and an endearing surprised expression on your juvenile face.

"Because you've got perfect lines." He whispered, his fingers lingering over you. In truth, you had been the reason behind him picking up his old passion after years of using his hands for nothing else but to destroy. So, for this life and all the others to come, his muse was and would always be you.

"Yeah, some fookin' perfect lines."

✞ Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

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gogotti · 1 year

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Bloodhound x reader nsfw, similar to the caustic fic w orgasm denial I LOVE YOUR WORK PLS

This took forever and I'm so sorry, but life hit me with the "let's change the subject" bat, and I lost interest in Apex for a hot ass minute. but anyways

BLOODHOUND/READER - NSFW

Warnings: none really but the fic includes NSFW, orgasm denial, gender-neutral reader, no mention of Bloodhound's genitals, (which is also what made this fic take so long cause it took me forever to realize I could just do that.)

You looked over at Bloodhound as you stepped outside, a mischievous grin coming to your face almost immediately. They had been training all day, which wasn't uncommon, and you coming out to join them wasn't unusual either. You enjoyed watching them practice. It allowed you to stare at their muscles, which gave you plenty of material for those long seasons they were away busy with the games. Normally, you would sit by and watch, but with how well they'd been doing in the games, you figured it was time for a well-deserved break. You sat on a stump nearby and watched as Hound released their last arrow from the Bocek, landing what you counted to be their 4th bullseye. You smiled and spoke up, watching that red tint from their eyes slowly fade as they registered your voice.

“You should teach me to be as well off with a bow as you are.”

They walked over, touching your forehead with their mask as a kiss, and grabbed another bow they had prepared and handed it to you. Their eyes squinted slightly, meaning they were smiling at you behind the mask. “I would be honored, Elska.”

You stood and walked with them to the small patch of off-colored grass and huffed at it. Hound noticed and spoke, “I will get to placing the stone on this spot soon enough. For now, we practice.” You laughed, “Don't you think you need a break? You stand in this spot so much that the grass isn't green anymore.” They shook their head, and you already knew what they were going to say, so you simply sighed, feigning defeat for your request.

They positioned themselves behind you and you pressed yourself as close to their chest as possible, hearing a sudden inhale from them in response. You knew that showing interest in their training and hobbies made them very happy, so you already had a bit of a headstart, but you had a trick up your sleeve and you couldn't help but smirk at the thought of their excitement when you showed it off.

Thankfully Hound didn't notice as they continued positioning you in proper archery form, answering each question you asked, even if some had self-explanatory answers. You made sure to drag on the explanation part so you could let your plan slowly unfold, and you acted innocent when they would stop explaining to take a breath because your subtle grinding against them was doing much more than you originally anticipated.

When they had finally explained everything they thought necessary, you were allowed to shoot your first arrow. You pretended to struggle a bit before releasing arrow after arrow, each landing smack-dab in the center. You turned, a giant smile on your face as you watched Hound’s eyes flick from you to the target and back. You knew they were feeling something now as they stuttered a bit before letting out a breathy, “Wow, Elska.”

They stood frozen in their spot as you approached them, letting the bow gently rest on the ground. You place your hands on their chest and smile at them, “So, I think we should take a break. I am exhausted after all that training.”

They didn't respond, instead, they let you guide them to the stump you were sitting on earlier and stood in front of you. You leaned up and kissed their mask once, then moved down to their neck, kissing and nipping at all of the skin there. You let your hand trail downward and into their pants, letting them grind down onto your palm and you smiled at the muffled huffs coming from their mask.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?

They let out a muffled, “Mhm”, and you smiled, leaning away from their neck to see their face for a moment. You were glad that you did because as soon as you made eye contact with them you watched their eyes roll to the back of their head and their body twitch toward you. You watched as they started to grind down harder, eventually grabbing onto you and pulling you closer.

They whined, “Please, Elska…”, and they looked at you desperately. You knew they were close, but you weren't ready for this to end yet, especially since it just started. You didn't realize how pent-up they had been, so your previous grinding had done much, much more than you had thought. You slowly began to pull your hand away as they got closer to cumming and they quickly caught on, grabbing your hand and holding it in their strong grip.

“Elska, I need this please.” They continued to grind down onto your hand, but you kept pulling away. You were worried that they were gonna cum before you had your fun, so you forcefully pulled your hand away, watching Hound go limp with defeat. Hound practically growled at the lack of contact and slowly turned it into a whine because of the denial. They looked up at you, and you knew they had tears in their eyes, so you kissed the top of their head.

“I wanna have fun too Houndy, but I promise you'll get to cum once I have. Okay?”

You smiled at them, and they couldn't do anything but mumble an “Okay..” and follow you into the cabin you shared.

#apex fanfic #apex x reader #apex bloodhound #bloodhound #apex legends #bloodhound x reader #my writng #Gogotti's Writing

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ectonurites · 1 year

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HAPPY GREEN ARROW RELEASE DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE

#time to go read >:3c #grandpa max is god? i go to church now

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smolvenger · 2 years

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The Twelve Days- Chapter Eight: Epilogue (Henry V/fem! Reader Series)

Previous Parts: One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six//Seven

Series Summary: Your family betrothed you to known rake Prince Hal now newly reformed and crowned as King Henry V of England. As December ends and January begins, you must face your first Twelve Days of Christmas Celebration not only as a new queen, but a new wife to a man you are just beginning to know and bed.

Chapter Word Count: 4K

Chapter Warnings: Only some light smut towards the end. Discussions of grief, death, childbirth, pregnancy, the fear of a wedding night, and children. But lots of very sweet, fluffy moments and a happy ending. Attempts at historical accuracy and some Shakespearean terms (like "wag"="boy")

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

A/N: I hope you enjoy the finale! Reblogs, asks, private messages, and comments on my works are always appreciated!

Taglist: Taglist: @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract

Four years later. May.

When the previous king, Henry IV, was full of thought, he couldn’t sleep and paced about the castle all night. When his son, Henry V, was full of thought, he would shoot arrows.

His royal majesty, Henry V was outside on a warm day with guards and attendants, of course. The sun shone over the blanket of green grass and bushes that rustled only slightly with the breeze in the garden. Despite the outside pleasantness, any servant or guard could tell Henry was visually worried. His mouth was in a tight-lipped frown and his face was as white as the clouds. Targets were placed outside in a row before the grounds where your favorite flowers were kept. His eyes sometimes dart to them, to remind himself of you, he would then focus his gaze on the red center of one target.

His curly, red-streaked blonde hair was swept out of his face. He nicked in an arrow and drew the bow as he lifted it up gracefully. He kept his eyes steady, aimed it, the tip of the arrow pointed at the center, and with a deep exhaling sigh that made him drop his mouth left open, he released it.

FWOOM!

The arrow stabbed through the air and landed right at the center of the target. He had done this for the past month but inside the castle. You were now in your ninth month of pregnancy and had to be kept confined to your chambers to guarantee the child’s safe delivery without outside illness. No one other than the ladies in waiting, priests to bless the room, or doctors were allowed in and out. Not even him.

Henry understood it. He had been through this specific anxiety not too long ago. But it was still torture for him. To be separated from you, not even able to visit for a minute, as preparations were made for a birth- something that killed so many unfortunate women, no matter if they had a crown on their heads or not.

You had insisted Henry be present at least when the children were born. Like any sensible King of England, he wanted to execute an invasion of France. But the moments you discovered you were pregnant, you pleaded with him to at least be there right after the births- he had to see them. Should he die, he had to at least look on his children’s faces. Even if they would never remember it, they had to have their father tell them with his words in front of them, that he loved them.

The king had to be kept far away lest he break the rules of confinement. All of England knew how much he adored and doted on his wife. Some remarked how surprising it was that this passionate, fiery king kept no mistress, not even when your belly swelled with child. That he would visit your chambers defiantly whatever condition you were in. Some said it was a little of the rebellious old Hal that would never die in him and would not listen to the advice of the elders to not bed a woman. And some said it was because no one wished to risk unleashing their fury from "Queen Y/N the Kind-Hearted". It was exactly because of your heart that you had a great rage that terrified many when it was unleashed at those deserving. "The gentlest cat scratches the worst" they would say with a grin. Some gossiped that one Christmas season early in your marriage, you pleaded to your husband early on to remain faithful and he relented to it- out of concern for you. Out of love for you.

And that love gave some a political advantage and key to either Henry's favor or wrath. A good word with you would earn good favor with the King, as well as the opposite- those who made enemies with you or threatened or even insulted you would regret it. Not unless they wanted to have a bloody end under Henry’s sword.

And everyone knew, just like before, that your cries of birthing pain would move Henry into a desperate state. He would be madly dashing into those chambers. His large hands on the wooden door, guards and servants attempting to hold back the tall, strong man and failing, before he kicked and ripped the door to your chambers open with his bare hands to rush to your side. But the delivery was not for him to witness. Other than you, it was for the expertise of the physicians at court and the help of the ladies.

So his advisors and servants would have to force him away and distract him the second it was announced that your water broke. And now here it was again, for a second time, and they knew the steps of this tricky dance. Give him arrows. Let him shoot and ride every horse of his outside for hours, away from where he could hear you. Keep his mind off. To only allow him in on two instances- the delivery was going to become fatal for mother, child, or both and he had to arrive to say his goodbyes. Or when it was done.

So, arrows it was.

He hardly noticed when the lady-in-waiting arrived, treading on the grass. He glanced at the yellow of her skirt out of the corner of his eye. He whipped his head around and froze. She curtsied to him. There was a small smile on her face.

“Well, what news?” Henry asked, his heart racing in hope.

“She has delivered of a princess, a healthy one. Both mother and daughter are well. The physicians say the queen is expected to recover soon, as she did the last time.”

Henry dropped the bow and arrows so that they splattered in the grass. His posture relaxed and he broke into a smile.

“Thank you,” he told the lady.

Henry broke out into a run to the other end of the garden and his own attendants did not stop him.

“Sire- sire!” they cried, trying to keep up with him and failing as they held onto their hats and huffed.

He then only slowed down to a fast walk to a certain corner of the garden, notorious for mud after it rained. To where Henry knew he would be. He- the first child whose birth he fretted over so much three years ago. On the grass, right before some wildflowers, his nurse overwatching right nearby, squatted the next Henry, the heir, his royal majesty Henry the Sixth.

His hair tended to curl like his father’s, but his eyes matched that of his mother’s. Henry the Sixth was destined to rule four countries, create laws, raise, and send armies, and hold all the power of a mighty nation.

Not that that mattered to the little three-year-old boy, often called Hal like his father. Little Hal did not care for being the next king, at least not yet. Little Hal was far more concerned with eating bread with butter until it smeared his face, chasing after his mother’s cat to pet it, and running with his tiny, chubby legs through the gardens to stomp in mud puddles.

“Ah, Hal! How is my boy?” The king asked kindly.

Little Hal looked back up. He was picking up a few purple and white wildflowers in his grubby fists.

“Papa! Papa!” he cheered, arms up and jumping up and down.

Henry picked up the small boy easily into his arms and inspected the flowers in his son’s hands before turning to him with a smile.

“I have some good news- your mother had the baby, and you have a little sister now. Would you like to meet her?” he asked.

Little Hal’s eyes widened, and he smiled cheerfully on his round cheeks.

“You must be good to them and mind them- you have a sister to help look after as well as play with- you’ll do that, aren’t you?” Henry asked.

Little Hal smiled and held up the flowers.

“For mama!” he announced.

“Why yes- won’t she love them! Let’s go give them to her now!” Henry said, giving a small kiss on his son’s cheek.

Carrying Little Hal, he arrived there to your rooms, the very rooms were for the last month he was blocked from entering. The guards opened the doors and he walked through. It was warm, stuffy, and smelled of the incense from the priest's blessing. There was a small crowd of physicians and the other ladies-in-waiting who served you. They were getting rid of the bloody sheets and the afterbirth in buckets.

But there, warm and safe on a clean bed, was you holding a newborn baby.

Yes, you felt exhausted. Labor was aptly named. But the hours of the pain of delivery were forgotten once you looked upon the little face that stayed inside your stomach for nine months. Her brother would sometimes greet her with a little “hello, baby” as he lightly touched your bulging belly. That Twelfth Night feast as you sat on the table before the guests next to your husband was when she first started to kick. It was so strong even your dress moved beneath you. You immediately pulled Henry’s hand from resting on the table to feel it. How mighty her legs were already- she was a fighter, like her father.

But here she finally was out of your stomach at last- a tiny little face, calmed from crying and nursing, in a warm, white bundle in your arms. Hearing footsteps and the door, you turned your head to the side to see your little son and husband.

“How are you?” he asked as the childbirth party before your bed all bowed to him.

“We’re both alright, my lord,” you asked.

“Thank God! I couldn’t be more relieved, sweetling,” Henry replied.

He leaned over and kissed your head. But the little boy in his arms wriggled.

“Mama! Mama! It’s for you! I missed you, mama!” he cried, waving the flowers.

“I missed you too, my little wag, but now you can visit me whenever you want for as long as you need,” You said.

He wriggled until his father set him before the bed and placed the wildflowers from his dirt-stained hands onto the little table next to your bed.

“Oh- Hal- for me! How sweet of you! Thank you!” you responded graciously, smiling to admire the boy’s bouquet.

Henry’s eyes went down to the bundle. Already you could hear bells pealing outside to announce the birth of the princess, just as they did when her brother was born three years ago.

“I’d like her to be called Blanche…” you announced to everyone.

“Blanche! She was my…my sister…” Henry recalled; he told you about her late at night against pillows.

You nodded.

“I still remember the day her husband sent the letter- dead from childbirth. Father was so close to her before she was married off. He shut himself in his room, crying. He was inconsolable for weeks.” He recalled.

“I’d like to remember her and carry on her memory…her name is Blanche- Princess Blanche,” you announced.

The crowd bowed their heads in acknowledgment.

“Could you please leave us for a moment?” Henry asked.

They followed and walked out as the bells continued their joyous pealing outside. Henry went over to sit on the other end of the bed.

“I wish my father could be here…” he said.

“Would he even like me, Henry?” you asked.

“Y/N, he would have adored you! Probably more than me! I can already hear what he would say…” he commented.

You bared your teeth in your smile with a wicked glint in your eyes.

“Then mimic him! Hal, sweetheart, would you like your father to do the voice? To hear what your grandfather sounded like?” you asked, turning to your son, getting up to sit on the other end of the bed.

Little Hal began to cheer, pumping his little fists up and down, “The voice! The voice! The voice!”

Henry smiled and adjusted his posture the way his father would. He lowered his chin, and waved his hands, mimicking the dark, low, garbled voice of Bolingbroke:

“ 'Well, it was about time he married that Y/N! At least she could knock some sense into wild Harry’s head! Now- where are my beautiful grandchildren!? Bring them to me now so I can spoil them rotten-hmph!’ ”

He then opened his arms to hug and tickle little Hal, who burst into laughter. Then there was a sudden loud, cracked coo coming from the tiny bundle in your arms from the commotion. Henry let go of his arms and turned back. He relaxed his shoulders and let go of his son, eyeing her- the new arrival, the princess, not only your daughter but his. He sat down on the bed, leaning against the pillows next to you.

“Can I hold her?” he asked.

“Yes, you may,” you answered.

Thankfully, Blanche didn’t cry as she was gently shifted into her father’s arms. She only cooed again. Henry was beaming down at her. He broke into a gentle smile. As he settled her onto the corner of his arm, arm, he used his free hand to remove a bit of the blanket to look at her tiny face. Her closed eyes, small nose, little mouth, and two small hands grasping out. He stuck a finger out for her to hold and he noticed her light grasp from minuscule fingers with nails like specks of seashells.

Just as three years ago with the arrival of the boy, he felt his chest burst at once with love. He would fight a hundred men for this small princess, if not die for her. As well as for his son. For his family.

“Hello, Blanche…I’m your papa…” he said quietly.

The crown and the throne now mattered very little. Only her, her in his arms. Maybe forces outside his control would send him to war. Or an assassination. To be king was to watch someone be showered with power one day and then slowly die. It was a blessing and a curse. But if Blanche heard nothing else, even if she would never remember it, he had to say one thing:

“Your mother and I love you, so very much.”

The darker thought left his head, and he gave her a kiss on the forehead. She wiggled a little in his arm, getting used to her own tiny body outside of a womb. Henry smiled down at her, noting the tuft of hair on top of her that resembled yours, and how warm she felt- and the fresh smell of soap from how they cleaned her.

“She’s beautiful, Y/N…we’re going to have a joust and a feast at the christening to celebrate her arrival…and I’d like to commission a painting made with the four of us…” he said.

He stood up and rocked her and Little Hal turned his head with a squeal. He saw your cat trotting through your rooms. Already Sir Gwaine had matured from kitten to cathood, his body large and he himself into his own long, orange fur with a handsome set of whiskers and puffed tail. Sir Gwaine walked forward, eyes wide to examine the scene. Little Hal gave a happy cry of “cat! Cat!” and pushing himself off, he waddled over to embrace the pet. Sir Gwaine blinked and tolerated the little boy’s arms around him and even when Little Hal picked him up.

But Henry began to keep rocking her, slowly. Smiling. She stretched out her hand and touched the end of his beard lightly.

“I think she and Hal could use a few more brothers and sisters to play with!” Henry suggested.

“Oof-Easy for you to say, husband! Let me rest before that!” you insisted, adjusting yourself from behind to sit more upright against the pillows.

Sir Gwaine then let out a protesting “meow!” and Little Hal let him out of his arms, much to his giggles. He then looked up at you and returned to your side.

“Would you like to hold your sister, my dear?” you asked the boy.

He nodded his head yes. You patted the bed, and he climbed up to sit upright on it again.

He had learned how to climb up and off the grand royal beds. Of all the people on earth, other than you, Little Hal was the only one in England allowed to disturb the king’s sleep, especially if he woke up and had a bad dream. There would be a knock on the royal chambers and a servant would be holding the hand of the little boy crying for his papa or mama.

Little Hal sat up and Henry gently laid down Blanche.

“Here, Hal- one hand for her head and another for her body- like that. She’s delicate, so be gentle,” he instructed.

Little Hal smiled, eyes shining on his little sister.

“I love you, sissy!” he babbled before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"There you go, my wag," you praised, kissing the top of your son's head.

And after a few minutes, you leaned over and gently took back the baby. Letting out a deep sigh of relief. Henry asked to hold Blanche one more time before the attendants returned. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. They were blue- his shade, his size, his shape. He quietly burst into happy tears and was still holding her and smiling when they walked in.

And indeed, there was a feast and a joust to celebrate the Princess, just as there was when her brother arrived. And you smiled brightly from your throne, insisting Blanche bundled in soft, Lancaster red swaddling so you could hold her during these events as Henry swooped up little Hal to sit on his knee to watch the dancing brought to entertain all of you.

The physicians predicted right, much to the entire castle’s relief, that you recovered in time without illness or problems. Though you had to lay down to rest for a few weeks for the recovery period. You insisted Henry, a courtier, or at least a servant give you a report of what was discussed in court. Motherhood was not going to hinder your determination to use your position for the better. Courtiers would often appear in your chambers.

One day, you sat on a chair and nodded, listening intently to the updates.

“We found five children, siblings- on their own on an empty shed in London. Their parents were dead in their beds. They were living off the trash others threw out,” the Lord of Exeter reported, hands reading from a scroll.

“Make sure those children are brought to a good home, and see they are fed, clothed, sheltered, and educated. I would also like a report on any reactions to the new bill and the advice given to my husband…if I do not see him today, tell me where his mind is at. Oh! I almost forgot!-Tell me about the French ambassador’s gifts before they are presented. You understand how certain items will offend my husband and we do not wish them to drive him against them out of frivolity yet. I may persuade them otherwise.” you advised from your chair by the fire, rocking little Blanche.

Henry sometimes, in the evening, would ask you to dinner during that month. Though you were still in the period of recovery and did not need the passion of bedding him, you didn’t have to spend a night in pleasure for him to be there. Just together. You two would still simply hold each other, one wrapping arms around the other, pressing a kiss to the other’s shoulder, and sleepily recalling the day and chatting until you both fell asleep.

And soon enough, you had returned to continuing life as normal. You attended court by your husband’s side to advise him and do whatever you could. You visited your family’s home occasionally or had them over, especially to see the little children. The three younger Lancaster brothers proved to be wonderful playmates and uncles to the royal children. You walked the gardens and enjoyed sewing circles in your chambers, only to have one of the royal cradles by your side to occasionally rock little Blanche. Everyone knew that it was a servant’s job to rock the cradle in the nursery at night so the royal couple could sleep unperturbed. But during the day, you wished her to be as present as you could- your children would grow up knowing their mother loved them. As well as their father.

Three months after Blanche arrived, he asked to dine with you in your rooms. The ladies had been sent away last before he knocked. So when Henry first entered that night, you were alone. You wore your robe, nothing else. Mere minutes after he entered, you both were on each other like rabbits. He kissed and touched you like a starved man. His large hand easily pulled off your robe. It was not long until even the great bed beneath you shook as he thrust into you. Your euphoric cries of “Please! Henry-yes! God-Henry! Yes! Th-there! I’m going to- I’m going to-” echoed, much to the blush of any servant walking down the outside hall that hour.

And the next morning you and Henry woke up in your chambers together, both of you bare among the sheets. But it was a beautiful, light, pink and purple dawn and you both smiled. You couldn’t help but laugh and cover your face recounting the last night’s events, but Henry himself propped himself to lay on his side with a smug grin and his bare chest puffed like a rooster.

“Ah, so I take it from your sore legs that you enjoyed last night my lady- did you?” he asked.

You burst into laughter, the words babbling out of you like water.

“Yes! Yes, I did Henry I-I I enjoy every minute I spend with you! Goodness, I’m glad I didn’t sneak that knife-“

“Knife?” he repeated.

“On our wedding day, I thought of hiding a dinner knife beneath my dress. So if you tried to force yourself on me, I would have stabbed you. Then I was told at the wedding feast that the court would watch us undress that night. I would have been caught and the knife removed- perhaps I would have been imprisoned right after. It would have been useless. And even if I managed to somehow get it past them, what if I killed you that night? How would I get away with killing the king? They would have still cut my head off!” you recalled.

“Well, I’m quite glad too you did not kill me either!” he replied with a laugh.

You leaned in to kiss his cheek.

“I’m also glad I didn’t because- because I love you, Henry…” you said.

His eyes softened and so did the smugness of his smile. He leaned over and cupped your cheek.

“I love you too,” he said. At long, long last he could say what was inside him and hear those three blessed words with your voice playing them like music. You both leaned over to kiss each other lovingly for a minute, embracing each other genuinely.

“May I join you for your morning ride? The nurse has the children today and I don’t think I ever tried it,” you requested.

“You need only ask,” he replied.

It was after the morning mass that you both went into the stables. And anyone- from the lowest servant to the highest courtier- could see a flash of white over a green hill outside the castle. They would see a white horse- Henry’s favorite- and both the King and The Queen on it. You were right in front, holding onto him, smiling as Henry gripped the reigns to adjust the speed of the horse. Both of you smiling at the wind picking up in your face and the thrill of the horse’s gallop beneath both of you.

There- with your two children healthy, with the protection of the crown and your every needs more than provided for, the ability to do what you could for the better of the country, and most of all, with Henry- who you loved deeply and who loved you in return- you thought your mother turned out to be right after all.

You were indeed the luckiest woman in England.

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So I was digging through story files and stuff in Google Docs and found this one called "My poems" so I was like Oh, I think I'll post this on tumblr, because why tf not!?

Anyways yeah here have these poems. This will be updated as I add more btw

Love:

When people think of love, it's normally roses and cards, and couples listening to songs dreamed up by bards. But to me, it's everywhere, just look around, it can come in many forms, sight, smell, and sound. From simple yet thoughtful compliments, or home-made gifts, or just couples walking down a new route, it's not all chocolates and heart-shaped arrows, the sweet, heartfelt moments are what love is all about.

What do you see?:

When you look at me, what do you see? Flowers blooming and birds singing in the trees? Crystal-clear waters and rivers of gold, framed by the grass, so green and bold? Or maybe, when you look at me, life is withered along a dark sea, lightning flashing and death beyond, from the biggest empire to the smallest pond. Do you see good, or do you see bad? Do you see life, or you see death? Look in the mirror, what do you see? Please, I need to know, tell me!

Eclipse:

When the one day of the year has come, and the stars are all aligned, the sun and moon come together, once upon each time. They meet in the middle, as if to greet each other, then begin to create the greatest show, one that’s like no other. High in the sky, the sun’s light is dimmed, covered up by the sweet moon. As it fully encompasses our brightest star, changing the world from afar, darkness falls across the land, whether it's sea, dirt, or sand. Won’t you celebrate this time with me? This one special day? Let’s lay back and watch the sky, everyday chaos temporarily put away.

Youth:

Do you ever find yourself watching kids, with a soft smile on your face? Seeing them giggling and running around, for me, that puts everything else to space. Yes, they can be a handful, and yes, they may cause trouble, but those precious moments and happy faces always multiply my happiness by double.

Pages:

Losing yourself in a book can be like tossing up your imagination, lost to the waves of words. Diving into the deep waters of reading, keeping your breath held like you’re in an ocean. The tension you can feel, spilling from the lines, is like the tension down below the darkness of the sea. Down below the void of the river, the stream.

Edit #1:

For wonkus-bonkus:

Oh joyous cat behind padded walls, white as far as the eye can see. Tell us, oh joyous, how will you plead? Against these accusations, from terrifying profiles to f*cking pissing on a tree.¤_¤ For these crimes you will lay till the end of time, in this enclosure without a single sign. When you’re serious again, with more common sense, only then will the release commence.

For sundrewdrops:

When stars above twinkle so bright, the deep black void accompanied by moonlight, a strange figure comes out to sit in the shadows, using nature for walls and gaps for windows. With a twinkling soul, mirroring the lights above, use the darkness like a glove. Unfortunately, you cannot stay. Make haste, dear one, for the hour is nay.

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O̴̳̗̺͓̾̈́͌̀u̶̘̫̮͍̒̈̾r̷̼͇͇̎̚ ̶̹̓̊͌͛B̴͉̭́̔l̶̨̘̾ͅe̵͇̅̐s̷̠̅͂̇s̷̢͙̀́e̸̡̲̻̮͝d̷̞͉̰̑͋̓ ̷̯͚̻̇̅ͅD̴̛̠̲͒̃̇ë̷̙͍́̂̈́i̶̦̤͋t̵͔͎̳̝͒͛̄y̶̮̆̀̓̃

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F̸̭̤̥͂́̅̚r̶̞͖̰͚̔̍̚o̷̙̳͍̎m̸͖̞̔̑̓ ̴̣͑͛̿̒ͅṱ̶̢͑͝h̶̬̟̓̽͛ẽ̷̼̙̀͠ ̶̘̝̫̎͛͜c̵̛̯̲̊̇͝r̵̛͎͊́̅ỳ̶͎̱̆͗̂s̶̫̝͇̆̀͂͛t̸̲͔̺̿̈́̀͘͜ą̸̪̜͍͠l̵̪̰̩̓͐̕

S̷̢̗̠̔͒ḙ̴̦̮̩̾̆n̷͍̔̈́́d̴̳̥̆̉̽ì̴̘͉̟͌ṉ̶̑͋g̶̭̭͊͂͝ ̵̮̈́f̸̬͕̟͈̓͆̑o̵̧̬̣̖̔r̷̺̫̝͛̽̇͐ṯ̸̩̈́͘h̴̥͔̪̍

R̷̦͛̂̈́ë̴̱̞̝f̵̡̤̬͑̿̆l̷̡̤̗̯̾̈́͝e̷͓͉̓́͒̔c̴͕͖̣̥̑̕t̴͕̔̽͠i̵̡̧̟̳̽͒ȍ̴̙̲n̸̙̖̏͊s̶͖̜͇͊ ̶͉͔͖̐̿i̴̧͈̜̝̚͝͝n̶̛̘̗̹͂̔́ ̶̤̿p̴͍̥̂͜ỉ̴̢͎̲̀͠e̸̪͎͕͙̎̇͊͗c̶͔͈̔͋̎̀e̴̪̲͍̘͌̒͐s̴̻̥͓̤͐͑̚

S̵̬͗̌͒ȟ̶̡̭ą̶͙̮̣͒̉͋t̷͇̑t̶͉͕͇̣͌̒͝͠ë̸͉́r̷͎̱͗̐̀͝ȇ̵̹ď̸̬ ̸̼̖̫̆͐̽̊ẅ̴͈͛̿͜è̵͚̙͍̯͑͋s̶͔̺͂͊̽t̷̻̩̫̽̀̄,̵̨̫̹̍ ̶͉̖͓̞̔̐e̸͖̍ä̵̰̥͇̫́͋͊s̸͚͓͛͌ṱ̵̽͊͠,̷̺͆͐͘͝ ̵̹̹̦̇̑͘a̷̧̢̦̎̇̎̋͜n̵̡̻̺̥͠d̴̮̥̰̟̅̄ ̴̜̲͋̽̽͒ṇ̵̉̀̈́͠ǒ̸̖͔̏r̷̮̗̱̲̓̈͝ẗ̷̢̟͔̃͋ͅh̶̛̪̙̓̅̆

O̶͍͇̳͈̯͐̆̽͊̽n̴̡̨̫͓̩̳̙̎̈̏̍̈̐͜͝ ̷̥̩̰̭͖̘̎͋̈́̇͋͐̓͘t̷̮͕̽̾̍͌̈̓̓̚ḧ̸̢̛͎̘̭̂̏͜ḯ̴̱͓͖̫͇̿̈͑̃͋̀͒ş̵̧̟͎̫̗̠̲̀̄̕͝ ̸̳̐̓̿̔̀̚ḋ̷̪͕̫̃̽́̋̈́̾a̸̡̧̛̗̟̣͂͊̕y̵͔͂͆͛͒̉͝

A̶̲͐̎l̵͈͑̈̿l̶̠̯̓ ̵̼̭̇̀͜k̵̞̠̎̓n̸͍̳̦̓͊ȩ̴̧͊͌e̶̙͑̕ ̸̤̹̭́̈ş̶̉͜h̸̡̥́̑̎ä̴̗̖l̵̳̽̒ͅl̵̡̰̑ ̷̼̫̣̏̂b̷͙̉ő̴̼̰͓̿w̶̼̤̥͋

L̴͉̱̱̅̌͝e̶͖͈̓̌͜s̴̢̮̽t̸̻̉͌ ̷̟̜͝͝h̸͉̓̕͠ē̴̱͉͈̆͑r̸̺͐̅ ̶͍͗w̷̤̓̆r̸̜̉̇͋a̷̹̳͊̈́̃t̶̻̘̍h̶̠͊ ̶͖̓͂s̴͔̫̾h̷̢̢̓ͅo̴̞̭̿ṵ̷́l̸͓̗͙̓̐d̷̰̭̅ ̸̡̫͑͜y̷̘̹̍̅̉͜ǒ̶̢̲̫̆͝ů̴̢̼͘ͅ ̸̺̬̦͊s̵̼̓͠͝ö̶̠̫́͘w̵̨͉̦̽

T̶̡̖͊̓ḩ̴͗͋e̵̡͎̱͆̾́̆̃ ̸̧̯̻̀͗̀̈́s̵̥̩̃̀̐͋e̴̩̲̺̣͉̋́̿̇e̸̳͔̭̠̮̕d̴̯̋͌̕͠s̷̱͙̱̀͛̀ ̶̧̫̉̄ǒ̶̎͝ͅf̵͎̖̊͋̕͠ ̷͉͐͛č̶̡̝̫͌́͜ͅḧ̶̳̹̮̌̕͝å̶̳̳͇̲̖̎̄̍̍o̸̹̜̯̹͈̍̒̈́̿͂s̴̨̙̠̺̺̿ ̶̝̰̲̑ḑ̶͍̙̲͕̀̍̑͝ō̶͔͚t̸͉̱̰̎h̸̛̪̦̅̀͑̈́ ̵̡̡̦̓̊̑̈́͒y̶͕͐̀̾͜ṏ̶̰͍̙́̄ű̷͓̫́̐͊͝ ̷̭̒͑̅r̸̮̘̼̞̄ẻ̷̗͎̩͇̅̃à̵͈̮̭̣̪p̴̛̝͕̗͂͊

F̸̜̯̔̊́r̴̢͍̪͊̆ơ̸͎̦͖̂m̷̠̞͌̃̈́ ̵̠̐̂͜g̵̱̙̺̒r̷̜̹͛̆ͅu̴̦͌̚ě̷̛͍̙s̵͎͙͒͠o̴͙̼̊͜͝m̶̜͕͆͘ͅé̶̞̜͇ ̶̥̣̳̒͠d̸͈̞̼̽̓͠e̵̜̥͇̾͛̈́a̷͙̕t̸͕͂ḣ̷͖̠̠s̴̩͍̱̏

T̷͖̏́̕ǒ̷̗õ̷̞ ̶̦̗̰́͝h̷̢̲̺́̀o̷̡͈̻͋͑͝ř̷͎̻͉̈́r̷̻̎́͝ȉ̸̧̕d̸͕̚ ̸͇͔̗͋ọ̵͛͑f̷͈̙̦̂̆̚ ̵͉͛͠t̴̛͇̐o̶̱͆̎̃ ̶̣͉̆̐s̵͎̝͎͐p̶̙̘͕̍̈́̊ȩ̴͚̳́a̵̲̺̽̈́k̷͓̊

Ẇ̵̟̮͊͠h̵͕̄̀͠e̴̮͔͍̊̇̏n̸̬͎͈͋͛̀ ̷̘̭̥͑̔͘t̶̛̜į̷̗̬̅͊m̸̛̜̬̂é̶̜͕̣̿͠ ̷̻̖̯͊i̷̬̒s̶͖͙͝ ̴̳̹̾u̷͇̖̲͂p̸̧̟̪͝

A̶̧͙̳͙͓̻̥̗̽̇̋͐̕ͅn̵̯̻̈́̏d̶͈̙͋͋̌̇̒ ̴̧̫̹̩̖̳̆ͅt̵̰̠̞̫̓̈́͒h̶̩̰̺͉͔̹̪̼̣̍e̶̟͍͖̩͚̠̘̓̈́̔̆̂̃̋͘ͅ ̷̛͎͈̦̩͍̘̝̂̇̏̃c̴͇̲͓̚h̴͕̱̺̔͗̽̄͌͑͒̚a̷̡̦̰̝̻̦͛̔̑o̴̡̒s̴̯͕͙͎̹̀́ ̶̭̗̻̣̗̼̝̼͗̈́͌͋̿̂͗̈̋i̷͉̽̈̈́̎̐̀̉͝s̸̢̛̬̬͖̺̻̊̔̿̀͝ ̷̛͖͔͇̯̒̎̋͋̈́ͅd̷͉̘̥̍̏̈́̑̀̚ỏ̸̘̺͉̰͇͗͋̾̈́n̶͓̞̼̤̉͛͋̌́̊é̷̡̼̑̀̇̿̽͛

W̷̹̉͌͑e̷̫͓̓͑̕ ̷̖̇͒ǵ̵͆̋̆͜a̵͇͍̫̽̋́t̸͎̏ͅh̶̘̙̑e̷̻̯͎̔r̸͓̮̘̔̾͒ ̸͇̫̟͑͆͑͛t̷̛̝̪̊͜ͅő̴̘͍̖̺̈̚g̶̢̓̒e̷̩̒͌t̶͈͛ͅh̸͓̲̤̆̒̚ͅë̶̱̠́̇̀͜͝r̴͍͈̍

A̷̗͑͒̔̕g̷̱͑̾ä̸̜́ị̷̘̮̓́͜n̷̰̣͍̈́,̶̦͈͗́̽͘ ̶̦͒̂͑͠a̷̦̱̽͂̑l̴͈͑̑l̶̙̲̻͛̅͐ ̶̦̅o̷̩̟̝͖̾̈́n̶̻̲̓͒ͅe̶̻̬̥̘̒

W̷̦̔̄̆i̴̤̯͌́͝ť̵̢̩̆͘ḧ̵͎́́ ̴̟́̇t̵̠̙̹̑̆h̴̼̀̋̎ì̵̧̺s̷̜̣͆̂̀ ̴̜̝̀f̵̲̮̏̄i̴̲͋͗̍n̷͍̮͗a̶̡͑͝l̵͇̅͑͝ ̵̤̜̾b̴̩̤̀r̴͍͓͛̄e̸̯̳͍͋á̷̟͋t̴̳̞͙̂̈́̕h̷̢͇͚̉

Ï̸̡̪̻̖̜̈́ ̵̛̰̅̍̂l̶͈͔̓͝å̷̢̬̭̪̀̎̚y̵̖̜͋̏ ̸̹͉̥̤̀̓̈́͊͜d̴̨̧̙͗̐͜o̵̡̭͓̗̊̃w̸̭̃̆̓̀͝ń̶̨̞̘̱͋̀ ̸͎̼̳̊̌̌́͝ẗ̶̮̱́ȍ̵͖̈́͛ ̵̨̝̼͗r̵͕͒͆͑͝e̶̘̬̱̗͊̀͆s̵̡͘t̷̜͓͈̝̿̍̔̽

K̷͙̈̂ņ̷͕̣̊o̵͖̳̓w̶̹͔̏ỉ̴̹̩̐n̶̯̣͓͠g̴̛̼̬̟̉͌ ̴͙̬̽ͅf̸̨̳̾͛̕ų̷͎̞̇̇ḻ̴͌ĺ̸̯̙́ ̴͓̚͜ͅw̴̗̮͛̍͛e̸͍̞̗͑l̷̮̎͋ḻ̵͎̈̌̕

M̷͕̝̿̆͝y̴̬̱̒ ̴͕͉̀̌g̵̜̤̒͛ở̶̖̦͎d̸̮̤̮͆d̵͔̥̈́̚e̸̛͓͈̘͑̽ś̵̱̰̘s̸̫̗͂ ̷͚̓̈́͋w̵̬͇̞͊̉ȋ̵̜̯l̴̻̓ĺ̵̤͕͚̾̓ ̷͈͇̜̌͝b̴̩̰̳̀l̵̳̏̏ȩ̸̛̪̭̍̋s̸̫̤͌͑͘s̷͕̉̾̌

(If you couldn't see:)

When the tides combine, two as one, our Blessed Deity shall upcome. From the crystal, sending forth, reflections in pieces, shattered west, east, and north. On this day, all knee shall bow, lest her wrath should you sow. The seeds of chaos doth you reap, from gruesome deaths, too horrid of to speak. When timw is up, and the chaos is done, we gather together, again, all one. With this final breath, I lay down to rest, knowing full well my goddess will bless.

I'm actually pretty proud of this one, might be my best one yet. Imagine this as ancient enscripted writing, almost like a riddle, or maybe it could be a sign in front of the crystal. You could also imagine it as a mysterious message, maybe from a future-teller.

#ayano's thoughts #ayano's rambling #poems #ayano's poems

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mastcrmarksman · 5 months

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Clint quotes to feel normal about

❝ What do you care about? What makes you mad? Mad enough to kill? That’s what you need. That’s what’s going to drive you, what’s going to send that arrow to its target. Now focus all your energy, focus all that feeling, all that hurt and anger and hate and pain. Focus it into the point of the arrow. Focus it all the way down and SHOOT ME! ❞

❝ You're not ready. You can't! You're too upset. Too emotional. You don't kill with a bow or an arrow or your fists or a gun. You kill with your eyes, your intentions, your emotions, you take all the hurt and file it down to a point and you drive that point into your enemies and you don't care who's in your way! ❞

❝ I'm sure you hit some instinctive impulse to kill whatever threatens me. But there isn't a living creature that doesn't have that impulse. It's what makes us animals. But if you temper than impulse. Restrain those urges. Do only what's necessary to stop an enemy. Then you become a man. And when that impulsse dominates your life. Then you become an avenger. I know that now, and someday you'll see that too. ❞

❝ Starting now, this neighborhood belongs to the people who LIVE in it. Starting now, you will be held ACCOUNTABLE for every act of violence you commit -- and the CONSEQUENCES will be delivered to your door. ❞

❝ I don't have the answers to all your questions, Jim. I'm not sure anybody does. But I do know that Hitlers like Arul, psychos like Deathtoll and obedient soldiers like Cold Warrior don't even ask those kind of questions. Maybe the questions keep you honest. Maybe it's when you think you've got all the answers you ought to worry. ❞

❝ You don't know how to handle it, do you? The grief. The pain. The loss… So you reached for the thing you know best -- you tried to make a deal. Tried to strike a bargain that would make it all go away. And you CAN'T. ❞

❝ Every time the world has gone to hell someone take advantage of it. Stock market crashes and some dirtbag parachutes out with a billion dollars. Country goes to war, the mob has a field day…now this? This? And dressed in our uniforms? Representing something we've dedicated our lives to? Twisting it into something they can sell? No! NO! We don't wait for them to show their true colors. We know their true colors. We go there and we stop them before it all goes to hell again. We go there and we take back the Avengers from the hands of the Green Goblin maniac! We're the Avengers. We take it back. ❞

❝ To successfully make a shot, you gotta follow and master basic steps. Your stance is the foundation. Where you draw your strength. Nock the arrow and grip. Realize you are wielding a weapon. Mindset. Focus solely on your goal, regardless of your surroundings. Be in the now. Set up and draw. Inhale and prepare for what you are about to do. Anchor and hold. There is no going back. Aim. All that remains is you and your target. Release and follow through. Master those and you hit every time. One last step. Feedback. Basically...take responsibility for the outcome. For every shot. ❞

❝ I mean, I can't miss… I'm on a team with super-humans. And one god, in case you've forgotten. Even you… well, you climb walls really well. The training is the only thing that makes me special. And if I'm not special, then none of this is worth it. I gave up a lot for this life. I could have been happy with Mockingbir-- Bobbi. We could have had a good, simple life. But I wanted to play with the big boys. And if I miss, it means I'm just another dude with a bow. It means I've been fooling myself this whole time. And that's why I never miss. ❞

❝ I got into this because Alicia's brother came to me for help. I understood him. Understood his need to look out for his sister. It's why I kept Steve out of it. And it's why I'm going to lie to you, Tony. I don't want to tell you they're afraid of you. Afraid you'll round them up, no matter what I tell them… I want to protect you. Because I'm an Avenger. Because you're my brothers. ❞

#i AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM.#I AM SO MANY MORE THAT I JUST FOAMS AT THE OUTH #[ about tag ]#[ musings ]#[ saved ]

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thebreadtree · 2 years

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Thoughts on the Swtor 7.2 livestream and slight spoilers for story I guess

7.2 Release date: Sometime in winter, so around middle to late december or early january if it gets delayed. Just guessing though, nothing concrete from them for now

Story: Basically what Shae told us what is going to happen in 7.1 so no new information here yet. Still trying to figure out how the Mandos tie in with Malgus apart from Sahar but guess I'll see

Ruhnuk looks cool and propably wont fry my toaster like Onderon so plus points for that. I can already see myself falling down the canyons though xD

Characters:

THE ORDO BROTHERS WOOP

AKAAVI AND TORIAN!!!! I REPEAT: AKAAVI AND TORIAN

(*hoping for Theron*)

Rhunuk again:

New daily area with fully voiced characters

Damn Shae has a cousin (smash)

LEGACY TITLES IN MANDO'A

(YOOO EIN BAGGER (Sorry my inner german got exited there))

The planet actually seems to be somewhat of a decent size. I think around the size of Ossus from what they're saying

PvP:

I have never really played with PvP but the changes sound good (can't really compare how better from the current system the changes are but chat seems to like it)

Gearing changes:

*cries in I have played this game for years and still don't really understand the gearing system* All I know is green arrow means better xD

(The guy talking kinda looks like Mark Forster....)

New UI:

Colour blind mode, noice

The new Minimap is so much better

OMG THE NEW MINI MAP @b4um3pfl4um3 You'll love the new mini map.

The mini map damn

Like IT CAN BE BIG BUT SMALL AND TRANSLUCENT ON YOUR SCREEN AHHHH

Love how you can customize what things you see in the utility bars

Finally a good destruct/delete window

Overall very impressed

Cartel market:

The weapons are cool (I need those for Ky'rii) NEW BLADES

Events:

*sighs in Life Day while sparkling with snowflakes from a snowball*

Glad for y'all but I don't like that event

Happy Wookie Hugging though, I will be hiding in my stronghold for those 5 weeks

That hat though xD

Overall it's going to be a pretty cool update. Very excited for more story and the new UI

#swtor #swtor 7.2

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jovesstudyroom · 2 years

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Slytherin party one shot (Theo Nott)

An angsty story between two angsty Hogwarts university students. Theo Nott and you have had a strained friendship, but one night at a party something breaks within him, sending everything into motion and you both aren't exactly happy with it. After crushing on him for so long you told yourself Theo was just some mean guy who drove you mad, but you never fully believed it did you? (Almost smut but not...could be if y'all like it????)

Theo's Arrow

The Slytherin common room was engulfed in flashing green lasers that streaked across hazy air. Black lake’s water glinted as green-tinted moonlight shimmered along the rough brick stone walls. Loud music blasted across the dungeon so loudly that sometimes it seemed like just ear-ripping noise. The crowd of students around me felt electric. They pushed and shoved me, making excitement sit humming in my bones. But I couldn’t be focused on all of that because my attention, my world, was enraptured by the intense stare of a dumb boy on a dais.

What did he want?

The surrounding beauty was only seen in Theo’s gloomy gaze across the room as lasers and refracted moonlight danced in his lazy dark eyes. His body leaned against a wall.

I didn’t know what he wanted. Theodore had fallen back into being reticent the week before the party. He would only dare speak one word to me every three days.

Since becoming somewhat friends last year, Theo had a habit of pulling away for weeks on end. Whatever positive feelings I had felt for him had been scared away by his shitty demeanour. However, here he was after this weeks disappearing, with his jaw clenched and brows slightly furrowed. I had no clue if I had done something wrong, or if he was just having a bad time. Maybe it was both. However, if he needed something, I don’t think I could handle it. Being around him right now was just to hard. It hurt.

A drunk Slytherin friend fell into me, releasing the heavy thoughts.

I helped her get their balance and adjusted the top of black dress. With a deep breath for clarity, I rejoined the rest of my partying group. The lit up faces of all those around me were so happy and easygoing, and exactly what I needed. I let buzzing of the bass release the grip Theo had under my skin. The shots my friends handed me freed my body from the tightness it felt, as if I had binds around me that were undone at last. The pushing, laughing, swaying, and sick feeling all called and commanded me to have mindless fun. Everything was going to be okay. No way was Theo’s inability to be a decent person going to affect me. Not anymore. If he couldn’t stand me without some demeaning break, then I wouldn’t bear him. My brain retaliated in some angry feeling that I couldn't understand; an angry ball of confusing knots itching for a release.

It would never be that easy.

Theo didn’t move for the next half hour. His face nonchalantly looked around the room. I peeked his way, and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I peeked often. There was something about him, beyond his impassive surface, that I couldn’t stop wanting to witness. It was irritating. I couldn’t look away from the disaster that was Theodore Nott. He was a burning sun about to explode, yet somehow colder than ice, a combination for catastrophic storms.

I shook myself from the disgustingly poetic rabbit hole I kept falling down. Theo had infected my brain. It was so infuriating to think so deeply about someone who couldn’t give a shit about me.

I was now just embarrassed and angry. My cheeks heated, and my chest filled with butterflies. No, just flies that ate me from the inside out, looking for an escape. I needed to go.

The upper part of the Slytherin dungeon was filled with people, and away from Theo’s eyes. Along the sides of the room were some small unoccupied benches jutting out of the wall’s window sills. The rough stone welcomed me to have a dramatic sit down. I sat and pressed my head against the cold vibrating glass with a sigh. My eyes focused on the dark water outside.

After trying to collect myself in vain, something tapped my shoulder. Looking behind me, I saw Theo. My heart stumbled. I hated how anxious he made me feel. How unsure.

“What do you want?”

He stared silently while I gazed up, trying to make out what he could be thinking. His face seemed so soft, but like a statue, it was a crafted illusion. Underneath, Theo would always be as harsh as stone. I’d spent the past year I had tried to make myself believe that there was more to him. I was wrong.

A beat passed before he suddenly wrapped his hand around my wrist, pulling me up from my seat.

“Theo!” his hand lightly squeezed my wrist.

With no reply, he guided me through the churning crowd. I stumbled slightly, but he kept me going with firm momentum. Now more than before, I couldn’t even begin guess what was going through his mind. The anticipation was eating me up as we crossed the bustling main room. Yet, I didn’t want this moment to end. I feared what would happen.

Theo led me down the short main staircase. His fingers flexed in control as he tried to not yank me too hard. I focused on moving around the wasted crowd, and the feeling of his hand around my wrist. Luckily, those shots were starting to wear off.

Soft as stone.

There were fewer people on the lower level, but it was still busy. I spotted a group of my friends by a wall and caught one of their attention’s. Lavender, who upon spotting me, quickly went from cheerful to mad as she saw Theo holding my arm. Lav despised him. I gave her an I don’t know look.

“What do you think you're doing?” She started forward. Theo kept moving, but Lav didn’t. A hand shot out to stop her.

It was Blaise’s hand. He whispered something into Lavender’s ear that made her nod sheepishly and retreat. Somehow him and Theo had a plan that included Blaise watching out for Lav. This was beyond confusing.

I tugged at him, trying to get answers. Theo gritted his teeth, barely even looking my way. A realisation hit me. This level held the doors to both the dorms and the exit.

And then finally, Theo stopped and thought.

“Theo, what the fuck is going on? This is beyond your usual dickishness,” I said indignantly.

His head snapped to look at me as if he had forgotten I was there. He had a knack in making me feel insignificant by accident, but this was different. Theo’s eyes instantly bore into my worried face.

“Don’t worry. I’m sorry for all of this,” he mumbled. Another pause as he looked up at the doors, combing his hand through his hair, and then back down at me.

The decision was made. Theo quickly started towards one of the two dorm staircases.

We walked a few seconds through the empty hallway in silence. The echos of our feet off the bare stone walls, overtook the faint party music.

Theo stopped. In front of us was a dark wooden door marked with the Slytherin emblem. Theo’s door. He twisted the silver knob and pushed it open hastily, yanking me in along with him. Then, for the first time since he grabbed my wrist, he let go.

I threw my arms up in confusion, “have you completely lost it, Theo? Can you finally tell me what’s going on?”

Theo cut in, “Y/N if you could just lis-”

“Have I earned that privilege yet?”

“Y/N just-”

“Why the secrecy? And what was up with Blaise!?"

“Y/-”

“Shh sh sh shut the fuck u-“

The unhinged questions were suddenly halted by Theo’s hand over my mouth.

He was close now, too close, looking down at me. He was always looking down at me. My eyes shot daggers, and he removed his hand, stepping back.

It was my first time seeing his dorm, and despite everything, I was still interested in it. Theo’s room was tidy and melancholy. The only light source came from lamps sparsely placed around the room and some ornate wall fixtures. Dark oak made up the three Victorian square style walls in front of me while the wall behind, where the door was placed, carried a strangely patterned dark green wallpaper. Thoughtfully placed accents were everywhere, either in colours that mimicked the walls or grey. What caught my eye was this stone carved statue portraying a bird being strangled by a snake. Creepy, but on theme. And who was I to judge? Other than the colour change and décor, it was like my room. A simple university dorm with pompous add-ons.

Theo snapped me out of my half-humoures study. “This is about you, Y/N.” The statement sounded meaningful but angry.

“Well, I gathered that. Did I do something wrong, Theo?”

He stepped back towards me, jaw set and looming, as if I was testing or daring him.

“No, I just can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Okay?” I said with some bite, unable to make full eye contact.

An awkward moment passed before Theo walked away with a frustrated sigh. His back faced to me. The room felt tight with tension.

“We can just discuss whatever this is when you collect yourself, and then I think it best if we were done. I’m realising it would be good for both of us.”

“What do you mean?” Theo asked plainly.

“I think-“

What did I think?

“I suppose we might feel a similar way towards each other, and if that is the case, then we shouldn’t be around one another.” I said fast, awaiting his mean reply.

“And what is that feeling?” Theo turned around and leaned forward, looking incredibly interested.

“I feel icky. You linger in my mind, Theo, and it can be so frustrating. No matter where I go or what I do, you are always in the back of my head. I can’t stop thinking about you either and that cannot be healthy. You have this influence over me and my emotions, and I want to be around you, but for what? To get treated like shit. This friendship or partnership, whatever the fuck this is, I think it's done. I’m done. Sorry.”

Theo’s eyes squinted at me as he comprehended what was said and then they went wide.

“I know it’s harsh-“

He cut my words off, walking up to me with surety. “No, Y/N. I feel the same way, actually.”

I didn't have a moment to think about that last part before Theo grabbed my face to kiss me.

Everything about him consumed me fully once and for all. I was his kindle to burn under his fervour. The coldness he had before melted into me; it wasn’t immune to this. I wanted to give Theo everything and take all I could from him. All mine.

"Theo," I mumbled. Partially out of surprise, but mostly because I just needed to.

He managed to reply between breaths. "I love the way...you say...my name."

The stone creature had soft flesh. Theo’s face, hands, and arms all felt exactly as they should have. As I had desired them to be when I would think about him all those times. He ran his hands around my neck and into my hair. I shivered. Where Theo grabbed, I gave in. Where I pulled, he followed. For the first time, we were in absolute agreement.

But why did it have to be so difficult between us any other time?

My mind raced with that idea. Theo was on my skin and under my nerves. I hated how much I wanted him, even before this. It would be so much easier if I had cowered away or yelled at him.

Did liking someone like this mean frustration? Resentment? Humiliation? And did he feel it as much as I did? Like a fool.

I felt so much vulnerability and so much shame for letting Theo get to me these deeply. It pained my heart.

As if he knew my mind, Theo spoke. “I feel the anger too, Y/N, and I’m sorry,” he wrapped his arms around me and I put my forehead on his chest.

No reply followed. We just stood there, stunned. Gutted.

#theo nott #theodore nott #hogwarts #harry potter #almost smut #hp fanfcition #fanfiction #mutual pining #mutual loathing #love/hate #they barely agree but oh boy when they do #depression ending though my bad

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cocktailsfairytales · 16 days

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🌠 NEW RELEASE ALERT! 🌠

Guarded from Corruption by Gia Cobie!

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I never thought it could happen to me.

My life was ordinary. Predictable. And as my best friend always reminded me, much too solitary.

Still, I couldn’t complain. I had a job I enjoyed. A place of my own. Hobbies. Most days, I thought I was happy.

Until the night I was taken. Drugged. Held captive and subjected to tests and exams in a strange and terrifying facility. From what I heard, it was only going to get worse, and escape seemed an impossibility.

But they didn’t know just how determined I was. They never considered I could outsmart them.

Against all odds, I escaped. The only problem? I’m still in danger, and I don’t know who I can trust to help me.

Except for one person.

Niall. My best friend’s brother. A man I like more than I should. And the man who has every reason to hate me.

I moved to Texas for a new beginning.

A new job. A new team. After three years out of the Army, I finally had a purpose again.

Then I got the call that brought my past right back to the present.

She was the last person I expected to hear from. Not after the harsh words we exchanged; words I still regret years later.

But when she asked for my help, there was never a question of going to her. And after hearing her story, I didn’t hesitate to offer my protection.

How could I not? She’s not just my little sister’s best friend—Jade’s held a piece of my heart since I met her.

Maybe I’m not the right man to be with her. But I’m the right man to protect her. And I’ll do anything to keep her safe.

Guarded from Corruption is the first book in the Blade and Arrow Security Bravo Team series. It has a protective alpha hero, a strong and smart heroine, a team of former Green Berets, lots of twists and turns, action and danger, forced proximity, and plenty of sweet and steamy moments. No cliffhangers and a happily-ever-after guaranteed! (And expect some cameos from the original Blade and Arrow team!)

#BAPpr #GiaCobie

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joyffree · 16 days

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I never thought it could happen to me.

Guarded from Corruption (Blade and Arrow Security Bravo Team Book 1) Romantic Suspense by Gia Cobie Release Blitz

My life was ordinary. Predictable. And as my best friend always reminded me, much too solitary.

Still, I couldn’t complain. I had a job I enjoyed. A place of my own. Hobbies. Most days, I thought I was happy.

But they didn’t know just how determined I was. They never considered I could outsmart them.

Against all odds, I escaped. The only problem? I’m still in danger, and I don’t know who I can trust to help me.

Except for one person.

Niall. My best friend’s brother. A man I like more than I should. And the man who has every reason to hate me.

I moved to Texas for a new beginning.

A new job. A new team. After three years out of the Army, I finally had a purpose again.

Then I got the call that brought my past right back to the present.

She was the last person I expected to hear from. Not after the harsh words we exchanged; words I still regret years later.

But when she asked for my help, there was never a question of going to her. And after hearing her story, I didn’t hesitate to offer my protection.

How could I not? She’s not just my little sister’s best friend—Jade’s held a piece of my heart since I met her.

Maybe I’m not the right man to be with her. But I’m the right man to protect her. And I’ll do anything to keep her safe.

#BAPpr #GiaCobie #romanticsuspense #protectivehero #bestfriendsbrother #contemporaryromance #instareads #bookstagramcommunity #availablenow #bookobsessed

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call-me-oracle · 4 months

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big reminder to go support your local comic book store!

i know that it might be inaccessible to some people based on geography, and of course, financial means. but i really think that if you can, it is absolutely worth it to visit and purchase and meet the owners, who will often share a lot of the same comic interests as you!

my sweet little story about my lcs, is that i went in yesterday to pick up some stuff from my pull list this week, and the owner was so very nice to me 🥺

i'd only visited this particular lcs a few times beforehand, as i struggle a lot with social anxiety and the feeling of being Perceived by other people. the idea of becoming a regular and routinely interacting with an employee who recognizes me, sort of terrifies me to my core. a lot of my comics are bought either online to be shipped to me, or at a local bookstore with excessive archives and a rotating group of staff that are guaranteed to either not care about me being there or to have a new person on shift every time i go.

but anyways, aside from that, i’d been to the store a few times, to look around and browse some of their trade paperbacks and their floppies. the second time, around the end of march, i’d mustered up the courage to ask the owner if she had any copies of green arrow #10 left from its release week. she said no, and that she had probably gotten a really small shipment of them, and sold out. of course at first, i was bummed out, cause i really wanted the issue. but i didn’t think much of it because i didn’t pre-order in advance, nor did i come in right on release day but instead, a few days after. it also wasn’t really her fault for selling out of something, and i was completely okay with that.

i didn’t think she remembered that interaction honestly until yesterday, when she asked me if i had been the one asking about green arrow #10. i was honestly pretty shocked because i had come in about two weeks prior to pre-order upcoming issues of the boy wonder miniseries, and she hasn’t mentioned it to me at all (and that was the first time i even introduced myself and told her my name). but she said she found it and was happy to give it to me, if i still wanted it.

it was such a great display of kindness and it’s really going to stick with me now, as i am almost certain i’m going to make this my regular lcs. i mean, not only did this wonderful owner keep this book in her memory for about 2 months, but she had remember that i was the one who asked for it, even when she didn’t know who i was or if i was going to be coming back to her store ! she looked so happy when i thanked her for it too, and it really just does feel great to support local and give to someone who clearly loves the comic medium and their customers.

#call me oracle speaks #sorry if that’s a long rant just to say support your lcs!#buy physical copies!#they are so great #if you can you SHOULD #comics #dc comics

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The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and ranboo - the best mcc team

this is an extra to the great adventures series

the moment you found out ranboo got into mcc you instantly ran into the room you were sharing pulling him into a hug you were honestly so proud of him and he was going to be with tubbo

“BOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU YOU'RE GOING TO DO AMAZING”

unfortunately, you weren’t going to be in mcc this month but that didn’t stop you from being over the moon for your friend. when it was finally time for mcc you wished your friend good luck and apologised for not being able to watch his pov as you weren’t about to break the tradition of watching Tommy after all he was your first and biggest supporter. 3 hours later the event ended and everyone who was watching ranboos pov heard you faintly screaming at Tommy over discord whilst tubbo sat laughing and ranboo was concerned, he heard from Tommy that you would often yell at him however he didn’t believe that he was being honest

“FUCK YOU TOMMY STOP LAUGHING YOU HIT ME IN TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE ON PURPOSE THEN LAUGHED ABOUT ME NOT BEING IN…..fine when I get in I’m requesting to be on Scott's team…I’m still mad at you but you did great I'm so proud of you congrats Tommy I’ll see you soon goodbye”

at the start of the next month, you received a message from Scott

Scott: so I have a few things to tell you 1 - how would you feel about becoming head twitch mod it’s only fair you’ve been my mod for a while and 2 - welcome to mcc make sure to fill in the form asap!

y/n: 1 - of course I’d love to be head twitch mod and 2 - heh??

not long later you received a form at the same time as your friends, you decided not to tell anyone and somehow you managed to keep it a secret, Scott agreed to lie to the others about whos team they’re on as he knew how excited everyone was going to be. today was the day your big secret would be released, you Tommy tubbo and ranboo were sat outside when the notification went out announcing the team honestly you’ll never forget the look on their faces when they realised

MCChampionship_ tweeted: 👑announcing team green guardians 👑

@tommyinnit @tubbolive @ranboosaysstuff @y/n

Watch them in MCC on Saturday, August 28th at 8 pm BST!

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK”

“congrats y/n”

ranboo didn’t say anything he just tackled you into a hug like you did last month when you found he was in mcc. Tommy and tubbo were still processing what they just read

“Scott fucking lied to me”

“aye I told him to”

“what the fuck”

from then the four of you would constantly stream with each other on the mcc training server, you were a strong team when you weren’t yelling at each other.

time flew by soon enough it was the 28th of August. Tommy genuinely couldn’t believe it his best friend was in mcc and on a team with him and he genuinely believed you all had a decent chance in winning as you were a strong team. Tommy invited you over to stream mcc he claimed it was because there would be three people trying to stream in the same room, in reality, it was because he wanted to see your reaction and be there for your first mcc.

Tommy let you stream from his room he had spent the previous night getting advice from tubbo on how he managed to set up so he could stream with ranboo in the same room.

“you ready y/n”

“of course I’ve been watching and learning from the best”

you and Tommy set up and joined the discord call and the mcc server, it was finally time. similarly to ranboo this was something you had wanted to do since Tommy told you all about it on your way home from school one day. 30 minutes later it was time for the games to begin and this is where the chaos began.

“you know what I hope it’s build mart”

“what the fuck y/n”

“fuck you I’m good at build mart- oh you’re joking it’s fucking parkour tag”

this is when you realised that two screaming teenagers in the same room both trying to stream the event wasn’t the best idea, you and Tommy would constantly scream at poor ranboo who was just trying to hunt the other team

“RANBOO CATCH THEM”

“really y/n?! I thought I’d let them win this round”

unsurprisingly your team was doing great you had won 7/8 rounds but there was still one more round, determined to be the one to get dream you decided to be the hunter

“y/n don’t worry if you can’t get them we’re doing well”

“Y/N IGNORE RANBOO ME AND TOMMY DON'T WANT TO LOSE”

“not putting pressure on me at all thank you boys”

being close friends with technoblade gave you an advantage you didn’t expect due to the fact he helped to “train” you for your first mcc which ended up being the reason you were able to catch them all and then helped the others avoid being caught

“tubbo he's to your left TUBBO I SAID HES TO YOUR LEFT WHY ARE YOU GOING LEFT TOMMY RUN RUN RUN RUN ranboo you’re doing great”

“NO WAY”

you had just successfully won the round against dream sapnap George and quackity and you would never let dream live this down

“do you guys think dream will let me be in one of his manhunts now”

“no”

“fuck you tubbo you’re just mad you couldn’t catch all the runners in yellow yaks. you couldn’t catch jack manifold”

so far everything was going well you were currently in 4th place and your team had high hopes. you all felt the need to confirm to your chats that you’re all not actually mad at each other and not to worry about everything.

the next game was survival games ranboo wasn’t ready for this due to the last mcc where he died pretty early on, it started well you all stuck together as a team until the game was nearly over and you got distracted by a chest and ran away from the others whilst they were fighting another team this ended up being a happy accident in disguise you got the notification that Tommy tubbo and ranboo were killed fighting another team

“oh fuck”

“WE COULD HAVE WON WAIT Y/N DID YOU DIE”

“no”

tubbo could practically hear your smile as you explained to them that you ran off and was currently under a tree watching the others fight, you used the fact they died in the game to your advantage they would tell you if anyone was coming to attack you whilst you ran around collecting loot avoiding the others shooting arrows

“AYO STOP FUCKING SHOOTING ME ITS MY FIRST MCC LET ME WIN”

“Y/N HAVE YOU GOT LAVA”

“I DO AAAAAA PISS OFF LET ME WIN”

“USE THE LAVA YOU CAN EASILY TAKE OUT HALF OF THE REMAINING PLAYERS”

to everyone’s surprise, it worked due to the border being smaller so there was less room to run soon it was you vs punz at this point you were determined to win

“GO Y/N GO GO GO HIT HIM YOU CAN DO IT”

“you’re doing so well y/n”

some may call it beginners luck but you ended up winning the fight against punz

“LETS FUCKING GO Y/N”

“I DID IT OH MY GOD”

the next game was hole in the wall and long story short you sucked, ranboo on the other hand did not. it didn’t take long for you to fall every single round. this helped the others though as you were able to yell which side the wall was coming from

“fuck this stupid game the wall hates me”

“y/n you're supposed to jump through the gaps“

“you know what no I’m going to get on a sapnap alt stream by glitching through”

this didn’t work you died again

“well fuck there I go I guess you’ve got this though guys Tommy you’re doing decent”

“I'm doing great thank you- oh I died FUCK YOU FOR DISTRACTING ME”

“blah blah blah GO TUBBO AND RANBOO”

you couldn’t believe it ranboo was one of the final people remaining, unfortunately, ranboo jumped too late resulting in him falling but nonetheless you were proud of him

“unlucky boo you all did great”

the next game was battle box the four of you had been practising this a lot so there was a lot of pressure to do well especially since you were now in the top 3 on the leaderboard, the strategies you made from practicing paid off you managed to win the majority of the rounds, however, there was a lot of screaming and arguing during the last round

“RANBOO STOP STEALING MY KILLS OR I'M GOING TO START HITTING YOU WITH A SWORD”

“he’s been stealing mine too y/n”

tubbo was honestly playing well during this game and you were amazed

unfortunately, the arguing resulted in you losing the round as you were all focusing on arguing which meant you missed the other team rushing to wool

“unlucky boys”

“7 wins out of 9 rounds honestly isn’t that bad we should still be third we just need to stay strong with the rest of the games”

during the break before the last four games, the four of you sat making plans for the next few round

“I want to get to the other side last I think that will be our strength”

there was still a rather long break left so you did what anyone else would do run around the server and yell this was a huge mistake as it messed with the soundproofing resulting in tommys mic picking you up and vice versa

“so I guess we’re streaming like this now”

“FIX IT”

“well since you asked so nicely tubso…no”

tubbo ended up doing the same to the soundproofing in the room he was in with ranboo were in meaning all four of you were now having a scuffed stream as you ran out of time to fix it because before you knew it, it was time to play sky battle

“right we should go left”

“tubbo will get iron Tommy will make the bridge and y/n will do…something”

you did the same thing techno did in the pride mcc and hid occasionally breaking blocks from underneath people so they would fall the others were doing well the game was a mixture of you all encouraging each other and you all cursing each other out whilst ranboo ignored you all and spoke to his chat

“chat I know you can hear double everyone if I could fix it I would but tubbo y/n and Tommy are being too stubborn to fix everything and we don’t have time”

“Y/N WHERE ARE YOU”

“making people fall to their death can we talk about our feelings now because this is stressful as hell”

“NOT THE TIME”

you all did decently you weren’t amazing at this game but that was expected it was something you all weren’t the biggest fan of but somehow you were all still in third place and that was something you weren’t expecting especially for your first mcc

it was now time for sands of time you all needed to do well

“bruh I wanted build mart what the fuck is this”

“we’re not going to win this game boys”

and tubbo would be corrected that that statement, you ended up having a visual glitch making it difficult, Tommy would constantly get trapped in a dungeon like last time things weren’t loading for ranboo you had no idea what tubbo was doing and quite frankly you didn’t want to find out unless it was going to be good news and considering all you could hear was tubbo yelling anything that came to mind you could guess it wasn’t going well. you tried to rage quit a couple of times only to be yelled at by the others every time you disconnected from the server

“Y/N STOP LEAVING”

“I CAN'T SEE SHIT”

“you’re doing well y/n stay calm we’re going to be fine”

“OH I CAN'T PLAY THIS GAME I'M DYSLEXIC”

“CLEARLY WE'RE NOT FINE TUBBO IS STRUGGLING TOMMY IS LOCKED IN A DUNGEON AND I CAN'T SEE SHIT...HAVE YOU GOT THE LETTER N YET”

“no, they’re spawning one in for me”

“could them maybe I don’t know speed up the process”

yeah you ended up losing that game and got knocked down the 4th good news is it was only by a couple hundred points

next up was ace race

“do yous reckon Scott's tested this map”

“aren’t you his head twitch mod”

“you’re right I'll message him and find out”

luckily you all managed to do pretty well, Tommy was off to a great start you tubbo and ranboo weren’t far behind you all agreed to follow each other rather than the crowd which paid off as when everyone else went the wrong way rather than following you all managed to go the right way thanks to ranboo yelling he thinks that he knows where to go and thankfully he was correct which put Tommy first tubbo second ranboo third and you fourth, you all ended up lapping people on your final lap and honestly, none of you guessed this would happen but you weren’t exactly complaining. a few moments later you all crossed the finishing line and were the first team to finish giving you the bonus points you needed to push you to second place

“did you know since I first got into mcc I would put y/ns name down for who I wanted to play with”

“TOMMY OH MY GODDDD”

a few seconds later you showed up on Tommy's face cam as you ran over to him giving him a hug

“you’re doing great y/n we might get into dodgebolt”

“dude we’re winning this shit”

soon enough it was time for the last game (unless you got into dodgebolt) and luckily it was to get to the other side

“we've got this we have actually got this we’re going to get to dodgebolt”

you stuck with Tommy for almost every round mainly because speed bridging wasn’t for you. you were all doing great you were the first team to finish for multiple rounds however you were also the last team to finish for a few rounds

“boys I'm not sure if we’ll get through”

“We all had fun”

“if we get into dodgebolt we’re going to be against dream”

“WILL YOU ALL FUCKING FOCUS”

“no- OW TOMMY HIT ME WITH A PEN”

“IT WAS THE CLOSEST THING WOULD YOU RATHER I CHUCK MY COMPUTER MOUSE”

“will you two quit fighting we’re about to find out the final scores.”

3..2..1

“oh my god”

“what the fuck”

“ranboo and y/n are about to play dodgebolt”

“LETS GO WHAT THE FUCK”

you all did it you successfully kept 2nd place somehow now all you had to do was win dodgebolt against dream George sapnap and quackity. safe to say you and ranboo were nervous as fuck and rightfully so as you all lost the first game

“let’s be serious we need to focus now”

you all won the next round

“LETS FUCKING GO WE'VE GOT THIS”

it was now the third round Tommy and tubbo were now out it was you and ranboo against dream and sapnap

“bruh were fucked ranboo”

ranboo took aim and somehow hit sapnap whilst you took a moment to type a message in chat

y/n: it’s my first mcc how do you feel knowing you’re about to lose

it was now your turn to take aim and Tommy yelling in the background wasn’t helping you and the yelling made you shoot before you were ready luckily ranboo picked up an arrow and was able to hit dream, it was now 1 vs 2 if you won this round you would all be the champions and that’s exactly what happened you all quit yelling at each other hell you muted the discord call so you could focus all you could hear was Tommy next to you occasionally supporting you

“come on y/n final round. you’re about to win your first mcc I’m so proud of you”

“you’re doing amazing Tommy thank you for everything now let’s win this thing”

and just like that, it was over Tommy took the final shot and hit sapnap

you all unmuted the four of you yelling

“TOMMY TUBBO RANBOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GUYS”

“WE DID IT WE FUCKING DID IT”

“OH MY GOD”

“WELL DONE EVERYONE”

this time Tommy ran over to you pulling you into a hug he was genuinely so proud of you and the others

“you did it y/n you won your first mcc that’s amazing”

“I couldn’t have done it without you or the others I love you all”

after talking to the other teams and ending stream

you and Tommy stayed on call with tubbo and ranboo

“you two need to make your way back here”

“me and y/n could probably catch a train if we’re very quick”

you nodded and quickly grabbed everything you needed thankfully your good luck hadn’t come to an end yet as you and Tommy were able to catch one of the last trains, Tommy had an arm around you as he noticed you were getting tired after all you did just go through the stress of your first mcc to over 170k viewers you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder a few hours passed and you were at the last stop Tommy lightly tapped your shoulder

“hey y/n were here tubbo and ranboo are waiting for us over there…let’s go celebrate this win shall we”

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kookieskiwi · 3 years

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𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Pairing: Shuntaro Chishiya x Fem!Reader x Suguru Niragi

Summary: The borderlands were already dark, they made you numb to death so long as you survived. When you become the object of desire for two psychopathic and sociopathic men, one of which is your ex lover, you find it harder to drown out the emotions you’re feeling and demons you're facing. Do you give into the dark desires and madness? But...aren’t we all already mad here?

Warnings: Explicit language, sexual situations, murder, death, manipulation, psychoanalyses, drugs, alcohol, suicidal thoughts and tendencies, more to be added as I write.

Genre: Alice in Borderland, very dark romance, angst, smut, a little fluff if you squint

Rating: Whoever is mature enough to handle the warnings above but recommended to ages 15 and older. DO NOT read if you are triggered by any of the things listed above.

Word Count: 5k

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A note from your author — I’m so sorry this took so long, I just got out for summer vacation after an extremely stressful year so I’ll be way more active now. I have decided (with much hype from @imagine-t-h-a-ttt ) to post this in parts so I could give y’all something in appreciation for dealing with me. Expect more soon!! (It might not be AiB exclusively but I will be writing more)

The borderlands was a place where anyone and everyone was alone for themselves when it came to survival. “It’s every man for themselves,” you’d often tell yourself after a game since you walked away, sometimes alone, and others didn’t. After participating in your first heart’s game you learned that, and it was forever engraved into your mind. When you were cruelly taken from the real world you were alone in your room after your nightly shift as an SDF officer. All of a sudden the lights went out whilst you were changing out of your uniform before a shower which you never got to take. Deciding to investigate the outage, you threw your uniform back on and unbuttoned the jacket revealing your black sleeveless undershirt while keeping your green cargo style uniform pants and combat boots on. After grabbing your knife and placing it into your thigh holster, you explored your neighborhood to find that everyone was gone, cars were randomly in the street as if they had been stopped out of nowhere, and you were in fact alone.

“What the fuck is this?” You whispered to yourself as you were pulling out your phone to contact your friends only to see that it was dead. “Fantastic,” you grumbled, rolling your neck to the side to crack it and relieve the tension. Venturing back to your home you thought over what this could possibly be; an evacuation drill? Maybe a nightmare? Were you daydreaming again? No, this was too real and too strange to be any of those things. You needed to get out of this area, inspect and observe other parts of Tokyo to see what was going on. You thought you could find answers before it turned dark since it was only morning so you rushed home to pack a few things before heading out.

While at home, you grabbed your backpack and in it you put; a change of clothes, three water bottles, pain pills and a few snacks as well as your phone and charger in case you could figure out a way for it to work. In a haste you also threw on your side holster which held your nine millimeter handgun and two packs of ammo for extra precautions. After that, you set out on your search of the city. The first thing you thought of was to get in one of those abandoned vehicles however even though they were full of fuel, they wouldn’t start. “So phones and vehicles don’t work, neither does anything powered by electricity. Great.”

With that newly found information, you stepped out of the vehicle and began the long walk across Tokyo. Along the way you inspected stores, homes and even government buildings but found no trace of anyone but yourself. Where did everyone go? It looked so desolate without the constant buzz of people around walking, the tourists, the neon billboards. Everything was...dead. You spent the entire day walking further into the abandoned city which was once lively yet found nothing other than a restaurant with food which you took the liberty to eat at.

Upon nightfall, you were looking for a place to stay when a billboard lit up drawing your attention to it immediately. “This way to the game arena,” it read with an arrow pointing to the left. Turning your head in that direction you saw an area in the distance brightened by lights while everything else was still surrounded in darkness. “Game arena?” You whispered in confusion. Looking around at your surroundings you didn’t see any other lights other than that building which looked to be about three blocks away. You followed the arrows leading you to the designated arena which looked to be a botanical tea garden from a distance. You slowly approached the building while keeping your hand close to the blade strapped on your thigh in case someone or something appeared. As soon as you stepped across the final set of stairs leading up to the entrance, a line of red lasers appeared and quickly turned blue when a sound similar to that of a confirmation resonated in the area. “What is this?”

“It’s the threshold of the arena.” Turning in the direction of the voice, you saw a familiar face step next to you with the same sound chiming at her entry. “Holyn? How did you get here? Are you okay?” You asked quickly before hugging her out of relife, you were more than happy to see a familiar face in this apocalyptic place. She was your childhood best friend, the only reason you hadn’t seen or heard from her in a while was because of both of your working lives.She hugged you back even tighter as she was feeling the same way you were, scared, alone and confused. When the two of you released each other she began explaining everything she knew to you as the both of you started walking into the garden.

“I got here a few days ago and since then, I’ve asked around to see what others know about whatever the hell is going on. No one knows how we got here or what exactly this place is but everyone is made to participate in games of survival. You must participate or you’ll die. After winning a game, you keep the phone you had and you’ll be supplied with a visa. The visa tells you how long you have until you’re out of time here which is why you have to participate in games to renew it before it runs out. You must win each game, there is no other way to survive if you don’t. Do everything it takes so you live and move on. Anything with an electric circuit board or IC chip does not work whereas analog equipment like radios work and so do older vehicles.” She explained quickly as more people came into view. Your mind fogged with all of the new information, it was so much to take in. Then you realized you were just thrown into a game of survival and like she said; you HAD to win to survive. “But-” you had just begun when she silenced you, “pretend you’ve been here and done this. I know you’re confused and probably scared shitless but just pretend.” She instructed as you both entered the arena and quickly added one thing, “I don’t want to continue playing after this, I killed someone Y/n.” But before you could respond she shook her head and you did as she said, silencing yourself and putting on the facade you had mastered over the years.

Upon entry, you almost immediately noticed the two groups of people to the right each containing about six people and consisting of both males and females and the other group of six men. Gauging their distance to and from each other you could conclude the individuals in each group had played together previously and probably had strategies to compete with. As you and Holyn approached the area the others stood around, you glanced down to the table in front of all of you. ‘One per person’ the sign read with approximately twenty phones laid out beside it. Each of you grabbed a random phone and stepped away from the table into your own spaces, you and Holyn sticking closely together. If everything with a circuit board was destroyed, then why did these phones work? In the middle of your questioning the phone screen lit up with the text ‘facial recognition in progress’ before switching to another screen as you looked at the others subtly to see they were looking around as well.

“Registration has closed,” the phone chimed causing each of you to glance down at the small screen. “There are twenty participants. Game: Queen of cards.”

“Rules,” the automated voice said, “After putting on the designated collars you will be divided into two teams, one team will be the Jacks while the other is the Queen of Hearts. Find the Queen of Hearts, take her phone and find the safe zone. If the Queen is not found, it is game over for the Jacks. If the Queen is found, it is game over for her.”

“Does this mean it’s one girl against the rest of us?” Holyn asked with a small crack in her voice, making hit her as a sign to be quiet and do exactly what she told you to do. The two of you grabbed the collars they had laid out on the table, placing them on your neck after close inspection. You needed to seem like you had done this before, the last thing you needed was to be seen as the weaklings or newbies. “It’s a Hearts game, of course that’s what it means. We are supposed to turn on each other and play with others minds. It makes sense.” A male with his arms crossed over his chest said. He had played before, you could tell. The group of men he came with looked like they had been here for a while based on their appearance and calmness towards the situation.

“What do you mean ‘It’s a heart's game’?” A girl who looked to be about seventeen asked. It was obvious she was new to this like you, however, you weren’t letting anyone know that. “When you see the game card, you know the type of game and the difficulty of it. Heart games are those of psychological torture and betrayal where you mess with your opponents or friends minds and emotions. Diamond games are ones of minds and intelligence, often including solving riddles or puzzles. Clubs are by far the safest there is given they are teamwork and unity games. Spade games are physical, they test your stamina and endurance. The number of the cards tell you the difficulty levels; one being the easiest and ten being the hardest.” Another man explained to the girls. You listened attentively while looking down at your phone noticing this was a six of hearts game. Hearts. There had to be a way to do this without betrayal. But before you could think of anything further you were interrupted by the phone which spoke once more.

“The Queen will have one minute to hide before Jack's time starts, but she wont know she is the Queen until Jack's time begins.” The feminine AI voice instructed once more. The girls were to be hunted by the boys and even if they weren’t the Queen the males wouldn’t know. Even if it was a best friend. You noticed when the others came to the same realization as you as one guy started profusely apologizing to a girl who was shaking. This is a game of survival. “So that means-”

“You girls better run.” It came from one of the men and said with a sinister smirk. All the guys had to do to ensure survival was take our phones and get to the undisclosed safezone. However this was more than that. You saw the weapons on a board in the distance and you knew you weren’t the only one who did. Without a second thought, you grabbed Holyn’s hand and ran as fast as you could to get the farthest from any other person, vividly aware of the knife you still had on your thigh. She quickly followed behind although she didn’t have much of a choice with your iron-like grip on her wrist. After running a sufficient distance from the others you ducked into the shrubbery and crawled towards a dark corner to hide from anyone’s sight. She sat across from you as you both tried to calm your breathing while keeping yourselves hidden from anyone who might pass by. The phone chimed again, “Hiding time is up,” the voice said while a new timer appeared on your phone. “Ten minutes,” it read. An alarm sounded throughout the arena echoing off the walls of the indoor tea garden. “The game will now commence,” you heard just before seeing your screen turn balck temporarily with your role on it.

“Thank goodness, I’m a Jack. You are too right?” Holyn asked as you turned off your phone and looked at her with a smile as her voice echoed in your mind, “you must win each game, there’s no other way to survive,” so you pushed away the dread in your chest and replied “me too.”

No. You were the Queen.

The two of you sat still for about five minutes listening to the shouts and screams of the others until you heard sets of footsteps coming in your direction causing the two of you to duck down onto your stomachs out of fear. In the distance you heard a feminine scream echo off the glass walls followed by shattering sounds and more screams of “I’m not her” or “It’s not me” followed by the sounds of struggles. “Come out come out wherever you are,” one of the men closer to you called. You could tell he was near and if you two didn’t move, he'd find you.”We found the safe zone but none of the girls were queens,” you heard one say, “damnit, if they were still alive they could help us,’ the other commented making your stomach drop. “We need to run,” who whispered to Holyn knowing those men would have no issue killing you to survive. “Three minutes remaining,” the time was announced but you could hardly hear it due to your pulse thudding in your ears.

“Now,” you called quietly queuing the both of you to jump up and run, but it didn’t go unnoticed by the men. “There they are!” One shouted followed by the heavy stomps of footsteps behind you as they set in on the chase. “It’s only the two of you, just give us the phone and you’ll live.” You ignored him and kept sprinting towards the place you knew there were weapons. Without another thought you grabbed two weapons and handed one to Holyn to defend yourselves with until she came to the realization you loathed. “You’ve been the queen this entire time!?” She shouted at you as the stomping sound got closer and closer. “I’m sorry! You said to do anything it takes to survive.” You responded with tears clouding your vision. Never in your life would you have thought you’d be choosing your life over your best friend’s, not when the two of you had gone through everything together. “Two minutes remaining,” the voice announced reminding you of your impending fate. Holyn looked at you with emotions you couldn’t decipher, but you saw the way she relaxed even if it was slight. Why was she glad you chose yourself over her?

“Come on, let’s hide.” She said grabbing your hand and this time, she was the one dragging you along. She veered off to the right pulling you behind a fountain and kept running until the two of you collapsed onto the ground. “Remember when you turned fifteen and we decided to sneak out?” she reminisced laying between your legs against your chest. “Yeah, our parents almost killed us, we were grounded for months.” you giggled despite the tears falling from your eyes. As memories of you both flooded your mind you acted without control and shouted, “Over he--” to let the men know your location but you were interrupted by her hand clasping over your mouth tightly to silence you as she yanked you backwards into the shadows. “Shh,” she whispered, calming you while you sobbed into her hand, “I want you to live on for me, okay? Beat this game, we both know you are the only one who can. I know you can. I’ll be helping you from above if I can.” She soothed laying her head on top of yours.

“One minute remaining”

The tears wouldn’t stop as you moved to hug her tightly, never wanting to let go. “I’m so sorry.” you choked out in between gasps for air. Everything was too much, too loud, time was moving too quickly, you heard the men rapidly shouting and searching for you two as you clung to your best friend. Everything seemed to be happening so quickly, the seconds flew by while you were holding the only person you had left before she was to die. “I’m not. Thank you Y/n, I wouldn’t have made it any further anyways, I’m glad I can help you move forward. Don’t let me die in vain.” She told you kissing the top of your head before roughly pushing you off to get you away from her. “Holyn!” You shouted trying to latch back onto her when suddenly the collar around her neck exploded and her blood splattered everywhere. Your eyes and mouth opened wide in shock at what you had just seen. You could feel the specks of blood all over your face and body while you stared at her now decapitated one lying in front of you. She had just died, and it was because of you, because you were selfish and confused all while being scared.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there in total silence until you just collapsed onto the cold, hard floor beneath your feet. The silence was interrupted by your blood curdling scream of pure agony that echoed throughout the enclosed building. Your head came into contact with the ground when you curled over your knees and screamed once again while grabbing at your hair and banging your forehead against the cement. Tears flowed out of both your eyes as you cried out in horror, unable to rid your mind of the events that just occurred. You screamed until your throat was raw and your voice hoarse, you could feel the clumps of hair you pulled out of your scalp as your fingers dug deeper into your skull and worst of all, you knew you were alone now.

For days, you were numb. Five days to be exact. You didn’t do much but sleep, cry, eat, walk aimlessly to a new location and then repeat it all again the next day. You couldn’t shake the immense feeling of guilt you felt when you woke each morning knowing Holyn wouldn’t because of you. It wasn’t until you played your next game, an eight of spades, that you snapped out of the haze your emotions put you in. During the game, you had to climb a tree fast enough to avoid the arrows being shot at you from below as the height the arrows were shot increased each minute as you ascended the tree. You were ahead of the others until one man decided to start pulling at your ankles to hold you back which eventually turned into him trying to make you lose your grip and fall. In the moment he yanked your body down, you almost completely lost your grip on the branch keeping you from falling. It was then that you realized you weren’t going to let Holyn die in vain, you’d survive and push through everything to honor her memory.

After that, the “acquaintances” you made between or during games never meant much to you because in the end, you could only count on and rely on yourself to ensure your survival. You stopped moping around and became the version of yourself you had always wanted to become, the one that allowed you to turn off your emotions and step away from your chaotic thoughts. You now lived for yourself and yourself only, but even then, you never killed anyone intentionally.

A few days passed by but you couldn’t tell exactly how long you had been in this hell hole. You only played games when it was necessary which was only about two days before your visa expired. After overhearing someone in a two of Spades game talk about a place called “the Beach” and the people there “knowing how to get out here,�� you started observing those who played games when you didn’t. It only took a few nights to see the connection between the group of people who entered games with tag numbers on their wrists being the ones who walked out. After you played a couple games with people with the tags on their wrists, you were convinced they knew something about the strategy of the games. Lingering in the shadows, you watched the participants of the game walk out of the arena and head down the street while you quietly followed behind. You must’ve walked for five minutes before you noticed where exactly the group was headed; a vehicle. “But I thought..” you whispered to yourself in confusion seeing them jump into the four seater 1970 cadillac while you stood still in your hidden position wondering what they were doing. Upon hearing the ignition of the engine you remembered Holyn telling you only older modeled vehicles were able to work here, but where did they find fuel? Not once had you seen an operable fuel station. “There must be fuel at the beach, there has to be,” you thought to yourself, watching as they drove off which only made you more determined to find this place and get the answers to your questions. And with that thought in mind, you set out on a journey to find this so-called “beach.”

As the vehicle drove further from your sight, you started jogging in order to tail them to their location while still keeping yourself out of sight. You ran for around fifteen minutes before you saw a building in the distance, a building which had power unlike everything else in the city. Seeing the destination, you stopped running and took a while to slow your breathing and regain your energy. “So this is the Beach,” you sighed observing the structure and its surroundings. The building itself seemed to be four stories tall and included a large pool in front where people partied as if they weren’t fighting for their lives everyday. You approached a fence which seemed to outline the perimeter of the area and carefully leaned over it as if you were watching a child’s game. You saw the vast amounts of people give into the pleasures of ignorance while deafening music thrummed in the background, even from the great distance you were, you could slightly feel the vibrations of the bass in your chest.

“Ah who's this?” you heard a cynical voice ask rhetorically from behind you. At the sudden and unexpected presence you jumped, turning around and swinging your fist to punch whoever it was out of instinct. When your right hand came in contact with a face your left twisted to grab the knife you still carried on your thigh in a holster. Just as you grasped ahold of the handle one of the two people delivered a knockout-blow to the side of your head just behind your temple which caused you to instantly lose consciousness.

When you awoke you were sitting in a chair with your hands tied loosely behind your back onto the chair with what felt like a burlap bag over your head. You let out a small groan of discomfort feeling your head pulse due to your new injury, one you would have to repay later on. Upon hearing your groan, the bag was swiftly removed from your head allowing the bright lights of the room to flood your vision which hadn’t adjusted making you shut your eyes with a silent wince. After blinking a few times you get adjusted, you were finally able to scan your surroundings. In front of you stood a man with shoulder-length hair, blsck sunglasses, an open kimono and red swim trunks, to his left stood a man with buzzed hair, a black muscle shirt and green military pants who you instantly recognized.

“Aguni?” You asked with confusion seeing the man you used to work with. He was here too? You weren’t surprised he was still alive, the man was invincible when you worked with him. And just like back then, he was silent, he only gave a small nod of his head to you as a response before reassuming his statue-like stance. To his right was a man with silver hair, a white Nike hoodie and blue swim shorts who looked at you in an inquisitive manner with tired yet sharp eyes. Two women who had black hair were standing to his right and a man covered in tattoos stood further off to the side holding a sword long in length, possibly a katana. A few other people were staggered around the room but none of them seemed to be as ‘important’ as the few that you noticed immediately.

“Aguni-san? You know her?” The man in the kimono asked the latter with creased brows showing obvious confusion. “We worked at the SDF together. She was my partner before we were assigned to different segments, she’d be a good addition to the executives or militants.” He responded while putting in a good word for you. “Someone like her? An SDF officer? If you hadn’t told me, Aguni-san, I would have never known.” The man remarked crossing his arms over his chest while walking over to a desk which he leaned on. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You questioned with a scowl in his direction as your fingers fiddled with the ropes binding your wrists. You would be able to get out of them in a matter of minutes if no one noticed what you were trying to do, but it seemed the man in the white hoodie already noticed as he raised his brow in your direction with an impressed smirk on his stoic face. “A pretty, small woman like yourself...I would’ve thought you’d be tagging along with someone and not alone. Actually I would’ve thought you’d be dead by now, much less an SDF officer.” He commented with a wry smile fanning out all your cards which contradicted his statement.

“If my cards tell you anything, you should know you’re wrong,” you hummed, resuming your attempt to loosen the ropes. “Ah yes your cards,” he began while pushing himself off the desk and slowly pacing around the room, “we want you to become a resident at the Beach after seeing the cards you’ve gathered. And after learning of your pastime, you would be a great addition to the team either way.” Of course he would want you once he saw the games you had played, you were good at surviving meaning you’d also be efficient in getting him the rest of the cards. “And if I don’t want to become a resident?” You questioned poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue out of habit. You were doing just fine on your own and definitely did not need this place, however, it seemed like they needed you. Or they needed your cards more so than yourself.

“Well if you choose to stay, you’ll be able to get out of this game quicker. We have a theory that once we collect all the playing cards, one person will be able to go back to the normal world. And if you choose not to stay, well, you can walk away from here but we will keep your cards. We have gathered all the weapons in the city, we regularly gather rain water and food which the game makers seem to replenish once a week, you’ll be taken care of here.” He explained pausing directly in front of you waiting for a response. Did no one else see the problem with him? How he was manipulating everyone to get the cards under the false security that they’d get to leave too? Or was everyone here really THAT ignorant? “It seems like you take my cards either way hm?” You suggested in a hum cocking your head to the right slightly in question. “You’re correct. However, now you would be higher in the rankings and an executive after making such a great contribution and having the skill set you supposedly possess.” He told you in an attempt to persuade you into staying while adding a bit of sweetness to the word ‘contribution’. When you simply looked at him with a bored gaze, he sighed and continued speaking.

“If you decide to stay there are only three rules. 1) "always wear a bathing suit". This is to be sure no one is hiding any weapons which is why our militants don’t have to wear them if chosen to do so. Rule 2) "be free to live your life exactly as you wish including alcohol, drugs and sex" and the third and last rule: "death to traitors".” He enlightened you on the standards they lived by to help you make your decision. It didn’t seem like it would be a bad choice if you chose to stay here, you’d have food, shelter, and people you didn’t know in case you had to play another game of hearts.

“I’ll stay but I want my knife back, if I have to wear a bathing suit you’ll be able to see it anytime since I wear it on my thigh.” You compromised whilst completely freeing your hands from their bound position but still holding the rope to hide suspicions. You hated the fact you’d have to wear a swimsuit because your scars would be visible but if it meant you could have your knife, you’d be more than willing. Hearing a few chuckles resonate around the room at your demand you brought your attention to one of the men in the back of the room who had a bandage on his cheek and a black eye. It was easy to come to the conclusion that he was the one you punched earlier, and the thought of that made you smile with pride while looking at him.

“You are in no position to make demands, sweetheart,” he practically snarled at you. You hated being called sweetheart, it not only made you cringe but it infuriated you beyond measure. With a deadly glare, you let go of the rope and stood from the chair in a swift motion and threw the ropes at him without a word which said everything you needed to. However, just as he caught the ropes you could hear the door being slammed open followed by a voice which was all too familiar.

“The traitors are dead,” the unknown man announced in a tone of pride, kicking the door closed behind him. His voice instantly brought back memory after memory causing you to turn your head in shock in order to make sure you were hearing things correctly. The man you were looking at looked nothing like the one you once knew. This one had piercings on his nose and eyebrow while he sported an automatic rifle on his shoulder and a psychotic smile on his face. “Niragi?” You whispered in shock, still unable to believe your eyes. Was this the same boy you stood up for in high school? He looked so....different. What exactly happened to the sweet, shy boy you once fell in love with? “Y/N?” He questioned letting his mouth fall open the slightest but before he regained his composure. It was him, Suguru Niragi, the first and only man you’ve ever truly fallen in love with, but also the man who disappeared without a trace three years ago. You knew he had left you, it wasn’t hard to figure that much out, but you never knew why and quite frankly, you didn’t care anymore. You had moved on.

“Fantastic! Another one of our own knows this charming young woman, this will make things a lot easier. Niragi, you may take her to the locker rooms so she can change into some fitting attire then you can get her an ID bracelet and take her to her room.” The man who you noticed had a bracelet tagged 001, exclaimed with a clap of his hands as he was instructing Niragi to get you settled in. “She can do it on her own,” Niragi scoffed with a roll of his eyes which had you throwing your head back in a sarcastic chuckle. “I’ll take her,” someone insisted from the side. Glancing in the direction the voice resounded you noticed the short pale man with the silver hair stepping out towards you. He seemed oddly familiar as well but you couldn’t quite place it.

“That’s settled then. Now, my knife?” You quipped raising a brow at the ‘leader’ in the kimono just before someone came from behind you pressing a cold piece of metal to your throat while their other arm was holding your arms in place by your waist. The room went silent as everyone watched what was about to unfold in front of them, Aguni simply rolled his eyes with a sigh knowing what was about to happen. “You mean this knife?” The man teased, his voice was one you recognized from one of the two men that brought you to this place and all you wanted in that moment was to stab him for that. So, naturally, you settled for the next best thing. Pushing your head forward a little while trying not to move your neck, you watched Niragi’s expression as you threw your head backwards with all your force resulting in hitting the unknown man’s nose.

When the back of your skull came into contact with his face he immediately lessened his grip on you which allowed you to slip out of his grasp and take your knife from his hand. With your knife in hand, you grabbed his wrist, twisting it and bending his arm behind his back while your other arm placed him in a chokehold. You leaned in close to his ear as he was fighting your hold before pulling him back harshly, putting pressure on his windpipe, “Never, and I mean NEVER, touch my knife again. Got it?” You growled and if you were being honest, you would’ve intimidated yourself. You didn’t wait for a response as you pushed him forward only to watch him fall onto the ground with a soft thud. “Now,” you sighed looking up with a smile which could’ve been seen as both innocent or sinister, “let’s go,” you said slipping your knife into the holster on your thigh. The man with the white hair stepped forward with his hands in his pockets and came to your side, briefly looking at Niragi before turning his attention to you. “Let’s go, shall we?”

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