#mission thread 14

[mercenarymage]

The task is unusual - far different from the protecting, defending, and fending off of dangers. Rather, it is the lack of supplies in which to defend that's the problem. Given the events that came to pass in the prior months, many a fighter is without a weapon they can call their own.

And so, Hugh decides to help in the way he knows best.

The merchant presents him several wares, but his eyes are set on one kind in particular. The monastery is, above all, on short supply with swords - and the selection this Merchant offers might be worth pursuing? Maybe. Hugh will be the judge of that.

"So, about this one," Hugh asks, and the Merchant clasps their hands.

"Ah, yes! That one? It's crafted by a master blacksmith, though with your critical eye, I may be able to pass it to your hands for a humble 2500…"

"You drive up a hard bargain! The quality is good, but the merchant down the block was selling it for 1800, and I'm juuuuusst under budget of what you're offering, so…"

"2300, then! Certainly that will suffice?"

Hugh taps his chin a few times in faux contemplation. The merchant hurriedly suggests 2000 instead. Now there's a number he can work with, but…

Still, Hugh has to wonder. Is the price doable? It does look to be a strong sword - a Wo Dao, from what it seems. But the merchant must at least know that they can get away with a little haggling on their end due to the previous conflict, right? So why did they lower the price so quickly?

Footsteps come marching in but, too fixated on the puzzling scenario, Hugh does not pick up that this group of two would soon become three.

@championsblade

Trivia: In the Manga, Al Breaks Three Swords.

[March Mission - Sword]

[lostgirlinthewoods]

CRAZY STUPID LOVE | park wonbin smau

pairing. guitarist!park wonbin x athlete!fem!reader

synopsis. lee y/n, a competitive swimming athlete, just wants to finish her degree as a scholar. no drama. no distractions. and certainly, no romance. park wonbin, a music prod student and the siren’s guitarist, just wants to make music. no crazy fangirls in line to date him. no insane dms from random people declaring their love for him. and certainly, no dating. imagine the shock on y/n’s face when she received a message from her brother, anton, asking “since when did you and wonbin started dating?”

genre. social media au, college au, fake dating, fluff, crack

status. ongoing.

start: 25/06/2024 → end: ________

notes. this is my first smau, so be easy on me. this is gonna be my first work in this blog after 2 years before i decided to abandoned it to move. i just really love riize and my mind is itching to do something about it. ignore timestamps unless otherwise stated.

taglist. open. send an ask or reply to this post.

© lostgirlinthewoods. Do not copy, steal, or translate any of my works. 

profiles.

01. chlorine squad 02. pull it back that siren 03. girls only

chapters.

01. saturday gig 02. chanyoung's older sis 03. corner cafe 04. secretly a nerd?? 05. wonbin the black cat 06. lunch 07. hangouts 08. y/n's tiny little crush 09. rumours 10. twitter thread 11. anton's text 12. we are dating 13. how to boyfriend 101 14. so in love 15. im just a cat 16. swim meet literally 17. twitter thread pt 2 18. eunseok's pov 19. should we break up? 20. y/n and wonbin's break up mission 21. the joe alwyn to his taylor 22. 23. 24. tba...

meme and reaction pics archives. (will upload after i finish the series)

taglist. (closed. reached maximum mentions allowed.)

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asks. for any thoughts, messages, and feedbacks; or even just for a conversation.

[thefemmefatalexo]

Toji SMAU - When love was always there

Masterlist!

Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.

Taglist: OPEN !

taglist: @jinxiewritings @actuallyvalerie @clp-84 @reneinii @magalimachete @mysteriaqueen @linny-bloggs @loveislost @amybarnes21 @1ennj4 @shycreatorreview

<<their social media

Introduction

Chapter 1 - The Chase

Chapter 2 - Bait and Burn

Chapter 3 - A Deal with the Devil

Chapter 4 - What he won’t say

Chapter 5 - Lines in the Sand

Chapter 6 - Muhammad Ali

Chapter 7 - Hit First, Ask Late

Chapter 8 - Threads of Anger

Chapter 9 - Behind closed doors

Chapter 10 - The Weight of Silence

Chapter 11 - Dinner and Disdain

Chapter 12 - Ghosted and Guilty

Chapter 13 - What comes after

Chapter 14 - Mufasa and Mixed Signals

Chapter 15 - Late Night Cinematics

Chapter 16 - Ex’s and Oh’s

Chapter 17 - Sideline Tension

Chapter 18 - Dressed to Kill (Literally)

Chapter 19 - Heat of the Moment

Chapter 20 - Radio Silence

Chapter 21 - Say Something

Chapter 22 - Your Place or Mine?

[boundlesschaos]

"...why would I give you a weapon...?" She asks, puzzled by the remark. If her goal was to get a personal look at the oddities operating underneath the surface, well, wouldn't a weapon provoke a fight? That would take time and energy.

Hmmmmm.

"Oh..." Now she understands why. Well, she already had, but she's got a better picture of what sort of position Randal might be as a result. "...I want to observe...if your removal causes everyone to revert, then my theory becomes truth..."

Actually, now that he does mention it, there was going to be time waiting. Maybe the entertainment of a fight would be fun. She could compare his fighting style and take account of how it differs from the man she normally converses with.

"Once we make it there, you'll need to stay for a little while..."

Yeah, ok. she's decided. If he tries to leave, then she'll give him a weapon and a fight to worry about. It'll be way more worthwhile than any conversation he tries to strike up to rattle her.

the source of it all [and who it is not.]

September Anniversary - Any+1

[erosia-rhodes]

It took me 14 months to write my fic, but it only took 2 months to turn it into this:

That’s right, y’all. I learned the art of bookbinding. This is the dark path fic writing can lead you down. I wanted a copy of my 220K-word monstrosity on my shelf, but paying to have it bound is illegal. (Damn you, intellectual property law!) When I learned I’d have to make it myself, I was like, are you fucking kidding me? No way. That is insane. Then 24 hours later I was like, okay, I guess I’m learning bookbinding? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Then I started to enjoy it! Rejecting a life of crime gave me a new hobby. And it does look nice sitting on the shelf next to the Scholomance series that inspired it.

It really is gorgeous to me, mostly because I created the whole thing from concept to hardcase. I wrote the story, created the typeset, designed the cover, and bound it—all by myself! I feel a bit like Gwen Higgins creating that healing patch for El: tilling the soil, planting the linen seeds, spinning it into thread, and then weaving it into a patch. (Okay, I didn’t make the paper or the ink or the heat transfer vinyl, but we have to set boundaries somewhere.)

It was rather exhausting though. I feel like I’ve completed a never-ending quest full of side missions that each required a different set of skills and required me to obtain a wide variety of obscure supplies. I also spent a bunch of money that I don’t really have, which makes this the most expensive book I’ve ever owned BY FAR, which is ridiculous because all the flaws in its construction undoubtedly decrease its value. It cost so much that I feel obligated to bind a whole bunch of more books to bring down the average cost per project. That, or I’ll have to eat all the supplies instead of buying groceries next month.

I plan on writing a series of posts about how I made this thing, including all my trips to the hardware store, the fraudster on Amazon who sent me weird paper, and my newfound love for craft knives and bone folders. When I do, I’ll post the links down below.

In the meantime, if anyone has an urge to bind a copy of my fic themselves, here are links to zip files of the signatures and the cover images: Spellbreaker signatures | Spellbreaker cover images

Oh, and here’s a link to the fic on AO3. Spellbreaker: A Scholomance Sequel by Erosia Rhodes. Enjoy!

[clariedaya]

A mini theory thread about the possible age at which Yor lost her mother and entered the Garden:

Starting with volume 1 chapter 2 which gives us the introduction about the character and her current age 27 years old and her professions one of which is a civil servant and her second profession which is an assassin her training began when she was still little.

first let's go to chapter 24 where we have the first flashback where we have Yor, Yuri and their mother with them, in this flashback I believe that Yor would be 10 years old and Yuri 3 years old, precisely because of the seven year difference between their ages.

+ And I also believe that she must have lost her mother when she was 10 years old (Like Loid in his past)

Taking a time jump of 2 years after the death of her mother, we have this extra mission 6 and some flashbacks from chapter 53 and 114 that show Yor already taking care of Yuri. Here I believe she is already about 12 years old and Yuri is 5.

I believe that both flashbacks in extra mission 6 and what we see in chapter 114 take place in the same period, judging by the physiognomy of Yor's face and bangs and Yuri's size.

In chapter 89 we have a little more information about (extra mission 6) when Yor says that she will become faster to be able to dodge attacks from bees and wild boars was it during her training that someone from Garden found her and offered her the opportunity to work with them?

Maybe, but I think she must have started working with them when she was 13-14 years old.

We have some flashbacks of them that happen in chapter 10 in which Yuri is already with books and also studying. Implying that Yuri was 6 years old and Yor was 13 years old.

However, it is in chapter 12 that we have real confirmation of her work as an assassin using a tiara with a rose, that is, here she got the codename "Thorn Princess" with Garden, which here I believe Yor is already 14 years old and Yuri 7.

Maybe she should have started training with them at 13 and her first mission at 14.

At the moment it's just a theory but I'll wait for more information in the chapters that will arrive soon.

[shiver-on-the-slab]

The Uranium Mission happened years earlier. Maverick was called back to Top Gun to train that year's graduates (which included Rooster, Hangman, and Phoenix). Everything happened the same way, except Ice didn't die; Ice fell into critical condition.

When Maverick left for the seas on the naval carrier, he didn't know whether he'd see Ice again, even if he managed to survive this suicide mission. When Maverick flew his jet and led his team into enemy territory, he didn't know that Ice had pulled through. Or that the first thing Admiral Kazansky did after regaining consciousness was ask where Captain Mitchell was and then pull rank to have a radio unit installed next to his sickbed. When Maverick intercepted a missile to save his godson, he didn't know that Ice was listening in.

After hanging on to dear life by a thread, Tom Kazansky wanted nothing but to cut the thread and fall back into the sweet limbo of death. There was no point continuing an old, sick life where he had sent into demise not only the love of his life, but also the child they raised together. That is, until he heard the unthinkable. Rooster's signal and the F-14. Maverick, you goddamn fucking bastard.

Pete meant every word when he thanked Bradley for saving his life. Maybe the lieutenant was right, maybe his life was still worth saving. In fact, he was looking forward to doing more with it, make up for lost time with Baby Goose. So he was caught off guard when someone handed him a satellite phone. Apparently some admiral wanted to speak with him. Great. Can't wait to chew out the ol' rogue pilot huh.

"How's my wingman?"

"...Ice? You're alive?"

"No thanks to you. Helluva stunt you did out there. Almost stopped an old man's heart."

"You know about that?"

"Remember who you're talking to."

"Yeah, an elderly."

"Bastard."

"Hey, Ice?" A pause, then, "I love you."

"Get your sorry ass back to shore immediately. That's an order."

"Sir, yes Sir."

"I love you too, Mav. I think I always have."

"Look at us two old men crying on the phone exchanging I-love-you's. What happened to those hotshots butting heads in Miramar in '86?"

"Time happened to them. Enough time to learn what's important. And I'm not counting on another time, Mav. We might not have it."

"Well. If you'll excuse me, an order just came in from the Pacific Fleet. It says I gotta get my sorry ass back to shore immediately."

...

They got married soon after.

Maverick was 50/50 on letting Ice retire because yes, Ice was sick (1), but (2) Ice didn't want to retire yet and (3) his health was improving. And most importantly, calling Tom "Iceman" Kazansky the COMPACFLT his husband was really, really hot (4).

[goddessinnerglow]

Become Your Best Version Before 2025 - Day 14

Career and Purpose

After diving into financial planning yesterday, let's talk about something that's deeply connected to both our financial and emotional wellbeing, our career and sense of purpose. And no, I'm not going to tell you to "follow your passion and the money will follow" because real life is usually more complicated than that!

You know that feeling when someone asks "What do you want to do with your life?" and your brain just goes blank? Yeah, me too. The truth is, finding your purpose isn't like ordering from a menu, it's more like cooking a meal from scratch, with lots of experimenting and adjusting along the way.

So how do we start untangling this career and purpose puzzle? Instead of throwing inspirational quotes at you, I'm going to share some practical steps that'll help you gain clarity. Take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and adapt everything to your unique situation.

Understanding Your "Why"

Take a moment to think about what lights you up. Not what looks good on LinkedIn or what your parents want – but what makes YOU come alive. Maybe it's:

Solving complex problems

Helping others learn and grow

Creating beautiful things

Building connections between people

Making systems more efficient

Notice I didn't say "become a teacher" or "be an artist." We're starting with the essence, not the job title.

The Values Compass Exercise

Grab a piece of paper and write down:

Three times you felt truly fulfilled at work or in a project

What specifically made those moments special

The common threads between these experiences

Bridging the Gap

Maybe you're in a job that doesn't perfectly align with your purpose right now. That's okay! Here's how to work with that:

Find small ways to incorporate your values into your current role

Start a side project that feeds your soul

Learn new skills that move you closer to your goals

Network with people in fields that interest you (coffee conversations can be virtual!)

The Purpose Puzzle Pieces

Your career doesn't have to fulfill ALL your purpose needs. Sometimes having a stable job that you're good at can give you the foundation to pursue meaningful activities outside of work. Think about:

Volunteer opportunities

Mentoring others

Community involvement

Creative hobbies

Personal projects

Taking Action (Without Quitting Your Job Tomorrow)

The Skills Audit: Make two lists

What you're good at

What you want to be good at Then pick ONE skill to develop this month

The Micro-Experiments Approach: Instead of making huge leaps, try small tests:

Shadow someone in a role you're curious about

Take an online course in a new field

Volunteer for projects that stretch you

Start a tiny side project

The Network Garden: Plant seeds for future opportunities:

Reach out to one person doing work you admire

Join online communities in your areas of interest

Share your learning journey on LinkedIn or other platforms

Offer to help others whenever you can

Remember, purpose is a Journey, Not a Destination. Your sense of purpose might evolve over time, and that's beautiful! The key is to stay curious and keep taking small steps forward.

The "Not To-Do" List

Sometimes knowing what you DON'T want is just as valuable as knowing what you do want. Give yourself permission to:

Say no to opportunities that don't align with your values

Let go of career paths that others chose for you

Change your mind as you learn and grow

Take time to figure things out

Your mission for today

Write down three activities that make you lose track of time

Think of one small way to bring more of these elements into your current work

Reach out to someone whose career path interests you

See you tomorrow for Day 15! Don't forget, your career is a huge part of your life, but it doesn't define your whole worth. You're already valuable, purpose or no purpose. We're just working on expressing that value in a way that feels meaningful to you.

♡ ☆:.｡ Keep glowing, babes! ♡ ☆:.｡ With love, Goddess Inner Glow.

[amethystarachnid]

Hi! 🤍

I was wondering if I could request 14- A Little Christmas Magic with Tony Stark x F!Reader?

I was thinking maybe Tony’s on a mission that was supposed to have him home by December. his fiancé/girlfriend/whatever just got notified that the mission has been extended by a few months and things are not looking good for him. Christmas Eve rolls around with little update on the Tony’s status and she’s can’t help but worry about him. But then surprise! he makes it home safe and sound for Christmas after all!

Feel free to use all or none of my idea. You’re the amazingly talented author not me 😜 thanks!

CHRISTMAS MAGIC

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 4.1k

ᯓ★ Summary: what the ask said

ᯓ★ TW(s): nothing

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special

ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo

ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

The living room smells of cinnamon and pine. The tree is already up in the corner, draped in twinkling lights and glittering ornaments, though the star at the top waits patiently in its box on the coffee table. You want Tony to put it up with you—one of the little traditions you’ve built together over the past couple of years. Your phone sits propped on the arm of the couch, playlist cycling through Christmas classics as you hum along, arms full of ribbon and paper. The gifts you’ve been quietly sneaking into the house are finally getting wrapped.

It’s one of those moments where the house feels just right. The kind of warmth and peace that makes you smile without realizing it. Outside the frosty windows, a light snow drifts down. You glance at the weather and wonder if Tony’s flight will come in on time. You’ve been anticipating his arrival like a kid waiting for Santa—counting down days, hours, and minutes until he’s back.

The sound of your phone buzzing pulls you out of the wrapping haze. Your heart leaps with the familiar tone of Tony’s incoming call, and you swipe to answer, eager to see him. The screen flickers, and there he is, a little grainy from the connection but still breathtakingly Tony. His trademark smirk softens when he sees you, and despite the distance, you feel a rush of warmth.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, his voice threaded with that weary edge you know too well. Missions take their toll, and this one’s been dragging for days already. Still, he looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him sane.

"Tony!" you chirp, setting the half-wrapped present aside. "You have perfect timing. I was just about to start on your gift, but I guess the surprise would’ve been ruined."

He chuckles, a sound that makes your heart squeeze. "Caught you red-handed, huh? Maybe I planned it this way." His expression falters for just a second, a flicker of something you can’t quite place.

"You okay?" you ask, leaning closer to the screen. "You look tired."

"Yeah," he says, but there’s a weight to it. "About that… Look, I hate to do this—especially now—but the mission’s gotten a little more complicated. I’m going to be out here longer than I thought."

The words sink like stones in water. Your heart skips, then thuds painfully, and you feel the cheer of the room dim. "How much longer?" you ask, even though you can hear the answer coming in the hesitation on his face.

He looks away for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. "I probably won’t make it back by Christmas."

You sit back, the weight of it pressing on your chest. Christmas without Tony. It’s unthinkable, but the reality of it is staring you down through the screen. "Oh," you manage, your voice quieter than you’d like. "I—I mean, I get it. You’ve got to save the world and all."

"Y/N…" He leans closer, like he wishes he could reach through the screen. "I’m sorry. I know how much Christmas means to you. I tried to wrap things up in time, but it’s just not happening."

"It’s okay," you say automatically, though the lump in your throat betrays you. You don’t want to make him feel worse than he already does, but the idea of spending Christmas alone sends a pang through you. "I know it’s not your fault."

His face softens in a way that makes it harder, not easier. "You sure? Because if there’s anything I can—"

"No," you cut him off, forcing a smile you don’t quite feel. "No, really. I’ll be fine. Just promise me you’ll stay safe, okay?"

"I promise," he says, his voice low and steady. "You’re too good to me, you know that?"

You laugh, though it comes out more brittle than you intended. "Someone’s got to keep you humble."

"Keep the tree warm for me," he says, and his smile is back, even if it’s tinged with regret. "I’ll make it up to you, I swear."

"You better," you tease, though your voice cracks slightly. "I expect something shiny under that tree when you do."

"It’s a deal," he says, and for a moment, you just look at each other, neither of you wanting to end the call. Finally, he sighs. "I should go. But I’ll check in when I can. Love you, Y/N."

"Love you too, Tony." The call ends, and the screen goes dark, leaving you staring at your own reflection in the glass.

The house feels too quiet now. The music still plays, but it doesn’t seem as cheery. You sit for a moment, the roll of wrapping paper abandoned beside you. The ache of missing him settles in, but you shake your head, trying to push it aside. It’s not like you didn’t know this was part of loving Tony Stark. He’s Iron Man, after all. Saving the world comes with the territory.

Still, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt.

You force yourself back to the task at hand, wrapping gifts with renewed determination. If Tony can’t be here, you’ll make the most of it anyway. You’ll put up the star, drink the eggnog, and watch the cheesy holiday movies you’d picked out for the two of you. He’d want you to enjoy it, even if he can’t be part of it.

The hours slip by, and the house fills with the quiet hum of your efforts. You finish wrapping the last gift, arrange them neatly under the tree, and light a candle that smells of peppermint. The ache in your chest lingers, but you try to focus on the little things, the things you can control.

Later, as you sit by the fire with a mug of cocoa, you let yourself daydream about what it’ll be like when Tony does come home. You picture him sweeping you up in one of his dramatic airport reunions, showering you with that over-the-top charm that only he can pull off. You’ll tell him how much you missed him, and he’ll tease you for being so sentimental, even though you know he missed you just as much. The thought brings a small smile to your lips.

The snow falls heavier outside, blanketing the world in white. You curl up under a blanket, watching the lights on the tree twinkle softly in the dim room. It’s not the Christmas you planned, but as you sit there, you remind yourself that loving Tony means taking the good with the bad. And no matter where he is, you know he’s thinking of you. That has to be enough—for now.

The week before Christmas is quieter than you expected it to be. The festive buzz around the city doesn’t reach you in the same way it usually does. The joy of decorating, baking, and planning feels hollow without Tony to share it with. You go through the motions, trying to keep yourself busy. Wrapping presents, watching Christmas movies, and even putting up the star on the tree—all of it feels muted. There’s no one to laugh with you when you drop half the sprinkles on the floor, or to playfully complain about the holiday music you insist on keeping on repeat.

You try not to let it get to you. Tony’s doing something important; you know that. You tell yourself that he wouldn’t be away unless it was absolutely necessary. But every time you see the empty space beside you on the couch or pass by the photo of the two of you laughing in front of last year’s Christmas tree, your chest tightens.

He calls when he can, though the timing is sporadic. It’s usually late at night when you’re bundled in pajamas, the house quiet around you. The grainy video calls are the highlight of your day, even if they’re brief. He always has that same soft smile when he sees you, the one that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, things will be okay.

On one of those calls, a week before Christmas, you decide to bring it up. You’ve been holding onto the idea of sharing at least a small moment with him on Christmas. Even if he can’t be here, maybe a video call at midnight would be enough to close the distance.

"Hey," you say, trying to sound casual as you lean closer to the screen. "I was thinking… Since you can’t be back by Christmas, what if we video call at midnight? You know, to celebrate together in some way. It’s not the same, but… it’s something."

Tony’s face shifts, and the easy smile falters. There’s something guarded in his expression now, and you feel your stomach twist before he even says a word.

"Y/N," he starts, his tone careful, as if he’s trying to figure out how to soften the blow. "I was going to tell you… The mission’s entering a different phase. It’s more secure now—strictly off-grid. I won’t be able to call you anymore until it’s done."

The words hit like a punch to the chest. Your breath catches, and for a moment, you just stare at the screen, trying to process what he’s saying. No calls. No texts. No way to hear his voice or see his face for who knows how long.

"Not at all?" you ask, your voice small and unsteady.

He shakes his head, guilt etched into every line of his face. "Not at all. It’s protocol—classified stuff. I hate it as much as you do, believe me."

You bite your lip, fighting the tears that are already threatening to fall. "So, that’s it? You’re just… gone until whenever this mission’s done?"

"Y/N," he says softly, leaning closer to the screen as if he can somehow reach you. "I don’t want this any more than you do. If I could, I’d drop everything and come home right now. But I can’t. And I hate that I’m leaving you alone during Christmas—especially Christmas."

You want to tell him it’s okay, that you understand. But the words stick in your throat. It doesn’t feel okay. Not at all. Christmas is supposed to be about togetherness, warmth, and love. And now the one person you want to share it with is being pulled away even further.

"I know you have to do this," you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. "But it feels like… like everything is just slipping away this year. First, you’re not here, and now I can’t even talk to you? It’s—it’s a lot, Tony."

He looks down, his jaw tightening, and when he speaks again, his voice is heavy with regret. "I know. And I’m so sorry, Y/N. I wish I could make this easier for you—for us. But you have to know how much I love you, even if I can’t say it every day. That doesn’t change."

Your heart aches at his words. You know he means them, but it doesn’t stop the pain. Tears spill over despite your best efforts, and you quickly swipe at them, not wanting to break down completely in front of him. "I just miss you," you say, your voice cracking. "I miss you so much, and it’s hard knowing I won’t even have you for Christmas."

Tony’s face crumples, and for a moment, he looks as helpless as you feel. "I miss you too, more than I can put into words. And when I get back, I’m going to make this up to you, I swear."

"When?" you ask, though you know he doesn’t have an answer. The uncertainty stretches between you like a chasm.

"I don’t know," he admits quietly. "But as soon as I can. That’s a promise."

You nod, though it doesn’t feel like enough. There’s so much you want to say, but the words get caught somewhere between anger and sadness. Instead, you stare at him, memorizing every detail of his face—the way his eyes soften when they meet yours, the faint stubble on his jaw, the warmth in his gaze even now.

"I love you," you say finally, your voice trembling. "Even if it hurts right now."

"I love you too, Y/N," he says, his voice breaking just a little. "Always."

The call ends not long after, and as the screen goes dark, the silence of the house feels suffocating. You press your hand to your chest, trying to steady the ache that feels too big to contain.

Christmas is going to be harder than you imagined.

The house is quiet, almost too quiet for Christmas Eve. You sit curled up on the couch in your coziest pajamas, the flickering lights of the Christmas tree casting soft shadows around the room. A holiday movie plays in the background, but you haven’t been paying attention to it for the past hour. Your phone sits beside you on the coffee table, its screen dark, a constant reminder that there’s no call coming this time.

Your friends had called earlier, trying to coax you into joining them for a little Christmas Eve celebration. They’d promised laughter, food, and distraction from the heaviness that’s been weighing on you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to go. The thought of smiling and pretending to be okay when your heart feels so heavy didn’t appeal to you.

Instead, you’d stayed home, trying to cling to the smallest fragments of holiday spirit. But it’s hard. The room feels too big, too empty without Tony. Midnight is only minutes away, and with every passing second, the ache in your chest deepens.

You glance at the clock—11:59. In one more minute, it’ll officially be Christmas, but it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like any other lonely night, only worse because it’s supposed to be magical. Your fingers tighten around the edge of the blanket draped over you, and you take a shaky breath, willing yourself not to cry.

The clock ticks over to 12:00. Christmas. You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip hard to keep the tears at bay.

Suddenly, a knock echoes through the quiet house.

Your heart leaps, then immediately sinks. You tell yourself not to get your hopes up. It’s probably a neighbor or someone who got the wrong house. Still, you stand, your steps hesitant as you move toward the door.

The knock comes again, more insistent this time.

"Coming," you call, though your voice is barely above a whisper.

You unlock the door and pull it open, and the breath rushes out of you.

"Tony," you whisper, staring at him in disbelief.

There he is, standing on your snowy doorstep, looking tired and a little disheveled but very much alive. His hair is tousled, his jacket dusted with snow, and there’s a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.

"Surprise," he says, his voice warm and full of relief.

For a moment, you can’t move. You just stare at him, your mind racing to catch up with what your eyes are seeing. Then, before you can stop yourself, you throw your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you can.

"You’re here," you choke out, your voice muffled against his shoulder. "You’re actually here."

He wraps his arms around you just as tightly, burying his face in your hair. "I couldn’t stay away," he murmurs. "Not for Christmas. Not when I knew how much it meant to you."

Pulling back slightly, you look up at him, your eyes searching his face. "But the mission—you said you couldn’t call, and I thought—"

"I wrapped it up faster than expected," he says, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "I pulled a few strings, worked a little Stark magic. There was no way I was going to let you spend Christmas without me."

The tears you’ve been holding back all night finally spill over, but this time, they’re tears of relief. You laugh through them, shaking your head. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

"Oh, I have an idea," he says, his tone teasing but his eyes soft. "Because I missed you just as much."

He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your lips. It’s warm and full of all the things neither of you can quite put into words.

When he pulls back, he glances past you at the Christmas tree glowing softly in the corner. "Looks like I made it just in time," he says, his smile widening.

"You did," you say, wiping at your cheeks. "You really did."

He steps inside, kicking the snow off his boots, and you close the door behind him. The room feels different now, brighter and warmer, like the Christmas magic you’ve been waiting for all season has finally arrived.

As he shrugs off his coat, he reaches into the pocket and pulls out a small box, holding it out to you with a grin. "I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d make it up to you. Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

You laugh, taking the box and opening it to reveal a delicate necklace with a tiny, shimmering star charm. Your breath catches, and you look up at him, your heart full to bursting.

"It’s perfect," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiles, pulling you into another hug. "You’re perfect," he murmurs.

For the first time all season, it finally feels like Christmas. And as you sit together by the tree, your heart full and his hand warm in yours, you know this is a moment you’ll never forget.

You curl up against Tony on the couch, the warm glow of the fireplace illuminating the room as the faint crackle of logs fills the air. His arms are wrapped around you, holding you close like he never wants to let go. For the first time in weeks, your heart feels light, the ache of missing him replaced by the steady comfort of his presence.

But there’s a lingering curiosity in the back of your mind, one that’s been nagging at you ever since he showed up at your door. You lean your head back to look at him, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

"Okay, spill," you say, narrowing your eyes playfully. "How did you really get here? Last I checked, your mission was supposed to be classified and impossible to leave. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled you’re here, but I know you, Tony. You don’t just pull strings. You rip them right out of the piano."

He chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath you as he shifts to meet your gaze. "You know me too well," he says, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Fine, you want the truth? It’s a little embarrassing, but here goes."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "I’m all ears, Stark."

He takes a deep breath, his lips twitching into a smirk. "So, the team I was working with… Let’s just say they weren’t exactly operating at peak efficiency. A lot of standing around, too much red tape, and way too much talking about doing things instead of actually doing them. After about three days of that, I hit my limit."

You bite back a laugh, imagining Tony’s frustration. "Let me guess—you took matters into your own hands?"

"Of course I did," he says, grinning now. "I’m Tony Stark. I’m not built for inefficiency. I started doing my own research, cross-referencing every bit of intel we had, building my own models, running simulations. And guess what? Turns out, when you stop waiting for a committee to make a decision, you can actually get things done."

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. "You solved it, didn’t you?"

"Five days," he says, holding up a hand like it’s a trophy. "Five days, and I had the bad guy’s location, his entire operation mapped out, and a strategy to take him down. I handed the team my findings on a silver platter and told them to execute it while I booked it home."

"Unbelievable," you say, your laughter mixing with genuine admiration. "You’re a genius, you know that?"

"Yeah, but it’s nice to hear it from you," he quips, pulling you closer. "Although I’ll admit, my motivation wasn’t exactly pure."

"Let me guess—me?" you say, teasing but already knowing the answer.

"Of course you," he says, his voice dropping to a softer, more serious tone. "I couldn’t stand the thought of you being here, alone, on Christmas. I know how much this time of year means to you, and the idea of missing it… missing you… It wasn’t an option. I had to make it happen."

Your heart swells, and you lean up to kiss him, slow and lingering. His hand slides to your cheek, holding you there as the kiss deepens. The warmth of the fire blends with the heat of his touch, and you feel yourself melting into him.

His lips trail from your mouth to your jaw, then lower, finding the sensitive spot just below your ear that always sends shivers down your spine. His hand moves to your waist, fingers brushing against the edge of your shirt, and your breath catches.

"Tony," you murmur, your voice a mix of hesitation and longing.

"Hmm?" he replies against your skin, his voice low and teasing.

You pull back slightly, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. His eyes meet yours, darkened with desire but immediately softening when he notices the hesitation in your expression.

"Wait," you say, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I want to give you your gift first."

He blinks, surprised, then sits back, tilting his head as he studies you. "My gift? I thought I already got it when you opened the door and let me in."

"Nice try," you say, laughing softly. "But no, this is something I’ve been working on for a while, and I’ve been dying to give it to you. Just… wait here, okay?"

He nods, his curiosity piqued. "You’ve got my full attention, sweetheart."

You climb off the couch and hurry to the bedroom, where you’d hidden the gift beneath a pile of blankets in the closet. It’s wrapped neatly in glossy red paper with a gold ribbon, and your heart races as you carry it back to the living room. This wasn’t just any gift; it was something you’d poured your heart into, something you hoped would show him how much he meant to you.

When you return, Tony’s eyes light up as he sees the package in your hands. He sits up straighter, reaching out as you hand it to him.

"Wow," he says, turning it over in his hands. "Fancy wrapping. Should I be worried about what’s inside?"

"Just open it," you say, settling back beside him and tucking your legs under you.

He tugs at the ribbon and carefully peels back the paper, revealing a sleek leather-bound book. He flips it open, his eyes scanning the pages, and you watch as his expression softens.

It’s a scrapbook, filled with photos, handwritten notes, and little mementos from your time together. There are snapshots of the two of you at galas, on lazy mornings in the kitchen, and on spontaneous road trips. You’d included ticket stubs from movies, pressed flowers from a trip to the countryside, and even a napkin with a doodle he’d once scribbled during a coffee date.

"Y/N," he says softly, his fingers brushing over a page where you’d written a heartfelt note about how much he meant to you. "This is… incredible. I don’t even know what to say."

You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, and you shrug, trying to downplay the nerves bubbling inside you. "I just wanted you to have something that reminds you how much you’re loved. Especially when you’re off doing Iron Man things and we can’t talk. So, even if we’re apart, you’ll always have this."

He looks up at you, and the emotion in his eyes takes your breath away. "This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten," he says, his voice thick with sincerity. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

You smile, leaning against him as he pulls you into a hug. "I’m glad you like it," you whisper, feeling his arms tighten around you.

"I love it," he says, his lips brushing against your temple. "And I love you."

"I love you too," you say, tilting your head up to kiss him again.

This time, the kiss is slow and sweet, a promise of everything you’ve shared and everything still to come. The fire crackles in the background, and the snow continues to fall outside, but in this moment, it’s just the two of you, wrapped up in each other and the magic of Christmas.

[lovemadethemdoit]

Hiii!! I have a prompt: The final mission but they don’t shake hands but actually kiss and confess their feelings.

No problem if you don’t want to do it or don’t feel like it or don’t have time for it, will gladly read anything you will write!❤️

Thank you for the prompt! Hope you enjoy. 🤗

Jake pulls off his helmet and presses his head back into the backseat, letting out a relieved laugh. He got there in time. Mav and Rooster — Bradley fucking Bradshaw –are safe, and back on deck in one piece. From where he’s still sitting in his own cockpit, he can see Bradley half hang out of the wrecked F-14. He and Mav are being crowded from all sides by what looks like the entire ship. He takes a deep breath and tries to brace himself for his own climb down the ladders. Jake’s heart hasn’t calmed down since he heard about Rooster’s E-SAT going live, and he needs a moment to get his shit together.

Bradley is alive.

Somehow that’s all that matters.

Their disagreements, the way they had hurt each other in the past, the way they both dug into where it hurt the other the most – it’s all irrelevant now. It’s all something they can work through, Bradley and him. Jake knows it with his whole being: This is the second chance he always ached for.

He isn’t going to let it pass by.

He pushes the button for the canopy and finds the eyes of his best friend down next to his jet. Javy’s the only one standing close, as he looks up at Jake with a wide grin and knowing eyes.

Jake makes his way down, his legs feeling like jelly. Javy pours his arms around him when he steps onto the tarmac. Jake gets embraced in the tightest hug he’s ever gottem, no words needed.

Javy pulls him along to join the celebrating crowd, everyone stepping to the side and opening a path for Jake to make it into the middle where the Daggers are celebrating and yelling to their hearts’ content.

They are all alive.

They somehow all made it back. It’s a miracle.

Bradley’s eyes meet his, and the ecstatic expression on his face transforms into a slow and wonderous smile.

Jake freezes in place and then it’s like they’re the only two people in this place. Everyone else falls into the background, gets tuned out.

Jake sees Bradley swallow, sweat sliding down from his hairline to dampen his flight suit. There are cuts there at his neck and Jake’s heart squeezes, a frown taking over, his fingers tingling with the need to check him over, feel him under his hands, alive and breathing.

Bradley shakes his head a little, drawing Jake’s eyes back up to his own.

He’s looking at Jake like he used to look at Jake.

With utter love. With his whole, entire focus on Jake.

Bradley takes the last couple of steps over to meet him where his feet seem to have grown roots. His hands find Jake’s hips, steadying him.

Their foreheads press close.

“I’m okay, sweetheart,” Bradley soothes him, voice quiet and rough, and Jake lets out a shuddering breath. Hearing the pet name fall from Bradley’s lips so easily makes his chest squeeze tight. He’s missed this, can’t even begin to imagine how he managed without it all these years.

He lifts his arms around Bradley’s shoulders.

It’s natural to lean up and kiss him. Their lips slide together. Jake’s breath is taken away for a moment. It’s like they never stopped doing this, like it’s instinct.

If they had enough sense they wouldn’t be doing this here, where everyone’s eyes are on them.

But that’s something they will deal with later.

For now, Jake threads his fingers into Bradley’s curls, angles his head where he wants it and licks deeper. Bradley lets him take control as they kiss and push into each other.

The crowd erupts around them and it may be about them, it may be something else.

They couldn’t care less at what’s happening around them, taking the time to assure each other of their aliveness. Of them, somehow, being worthy of another chance – both at life, and at the two of them.

Jake and Bradley.

“I love you, you absolute asshole,” Jake breathes against Bradley’s lips, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment at remembering the hour he sat in his jet, believing the love of his life to be dead.

Bradley chuckles fondly, cupping Jake’s cheek and waiting for Jake to open his eyes again. When he does, he finds Bradley looking at him like he’s the most important thing in the world.

How could he be, when Bradley already is?

Jake is brought back down to earth at the thought. He realizes that Bradley’s shaking in his arms. How Jake is shaking, too.

He catches a glimpse of medics nearby and starts to pull back. Back to himself, Jake realizes they need to be checking Bradley over. Make sure that Bradley really is okay.

Bradley doesn’t let him get far though. Not before he presses the best words Jake’s heard in a decade against Jake’s lips. “I love you more.”

Jake shakes his head, smiling, eyes tearing up. “Shut up,” he says, sounding fond and exhausted. “You’re never gonna win that argument, Bradshaw.”

Brasley’s expression turns serious. “I’m going to try, Jake. Every day from now on.”

The words punch Jake square in the chest. He nods his okay and leans up for another kiss before he finally lets the medics do their job.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride! Can I get some trans content<3

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45

He can’t be pregnant.

The curse mark on his arm tells him that he is living in this body on limited time. Eventually, he will die, the string keeping him inside Mo Xuanyu’s body snapping like a string and sending him back to wherever she summoned him from.

He’d let himself forget, a little. The body he inhabits is so different than the one he woke up in. He’s made her stronger, grown her golden core into a fearsome thing, worked and worked muscles until they swelled and hardened.

It had begun to feel like it belonged to him, liked he’d carved his body from Mo Xuanyu’s. The differences from his old body hadn’t felt important, and still don’t, it’s about how this is the body he worked for and made from the one given to him.

But Mo Xuanyu is dead and her body isn’t his to keep.

If he wants to have this baby, then he must betray Mo Xuanyu and her sacrifice. If he wants to bring Lan Zhan’s baby into the world, he cannot kill Jin Guangshan.

Completing the mission she retrieved him for will sever the connection and he will die again and so will the life he’s growing.

His only hope is that maybe, maybe the thread binding him here will hold long enough for him to both deliver this child and kill Jin Guangshan.

He looks from Jiang Yanli to Jiang Cheng, their fierceness and determination the closest he’s felt to home in a long time. He shouldn’t be letting them do this, shouldn’t be sinking into the comfort of their protectiveness when they think he’s someone he’s not, but he can’t help it. It makes him feel even sadder for Xuanyu, to think that they would have done this for her, if only she’d let them. Hadn’t Jiang Yanli reached out to him that very first day while he was a confused and terrified mess? And here she is now, offering to shield him from his husband, offering to help Mo Xuanyu choose her own path and either continue the pregnancy or have it end here.

He takes a deep breath, trying to stem the flow of his tears. Jiang Cheng’s hands on his shoulders feel like the only thing keeping him in place, like he’s pressing Wei Wuxian’s spirit into place in Xuanyu’s body.

He presses a hand against his stomach, thinking of the life shifting in his womb as the first lotuses that had sprouted from muddy mountainside. If he could grow flowers in the burial mounds, he can grow a child in a borrowed body.

But does he want to?

This isn’t what he’s here for. The best case scenario is that he leaves Lan Zhan behind to raise a child alone, the husband and child of the woman who murdered a clan leader. The worst case is he leaves Lan Zhan behind to mourn a wife and child and he dies without avenging the wrongs done against Mo Xuanyu. Or he can end this here, remove the potential child from the equation and kill Jin Guangshan as subtly as possible, something he has the time to arrange when he isn’t pushing his connection to this world to the brink. Then Lan Zhan will only be the widower rather than the husband of a murderer.

There are no good choices.

But he’s used to that.

He breathes in, holding it at the top of his lungs and letting out slowly.

A-Yuan had been the brightest light in the burial mounds. Anytime he wavered, aching for the life and the people he left behind, it wasn’t Wen Qing or Wen Ning of Granny who hardened his resolve once more, but A-Yuan.

He’d loved being a parent. He’d wished he really could grow siblings for A-Yuan like he’d grown turnips.

Wei Wuxian’s legacy is one of failure, of loss, of destruction. All those he tried to protect fell. All those he had protected turned against him. The last thing he will do on this earth is kill again, even if it is a man who has earned it.

He does not want to leave behind a legacy of only terrible things.  

It could all end horribly. But he’s always been foolish enough to hope for better than he has.

He finally meets Jiang Cheng’s steady gaze.

“I’ll talk to Wangji.”

[soombee]

🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — a ni ki smau！ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 m. list !

— ni ki x reader !!

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

“ i guess i'll lend you my couch for the night. ” ☆

pairing // non - idol ! ni ki x non - idol ! reader

— i mostly used @ sullendin on ig for yn !!

warnings ? swearing, kys jokes, playful bullying, nothing much atm !!

genre ++ mutual pinning | love epiphany | strangers to friends to lovers | laughs at everything x enjoys making them laugh | sarcastic x sarcastic | crack | fluff !!

status : finished !

taglist : closed !

profiles :: hoe life or no life || enhypen

01. microwaved strawberries…?📝

02. mission ‘find his socials’ is a go !!

03. munch munch munncchh?? {pt1}

-> munch munch munncchh?? {pt2}

04. a pretty stranger .. 📝

05. the feminine urge to frustrate a man

06. neymar jr #10 📝

07. goodnight lover ( loser ** )

08. not cheating on u yet

09. playing dumb ? 📝

10. drunk confessions 📝

11. nishimura dumbass riki📝

12. nishimura tloml riki ^///^

13. swimming beauty 📝

14. beating the bitch boy allegations

15. who's the bitch boy now ?! 📝

16. rent free 📝

adventures of ynki ‹𝟹 — YBAHIMH xtras !!

ni ki against the world ;c

drama queen ni_ki …

expose thread (GONE WRONG!!)

the freakcident!!

[krankittoeleven]

AO3 Wrapped (author edition)

I was tagged by @softest-punk. Thank you so much friend, your output this year was stunning as always!

in chronological order, the fics i posted this year are:

we were hungry before (E, JJK, Nanago, slow burn, mutual pining, getting together)

i wish it were me inside your veins (T, JJK, Nanago, whump, hurt/comfort, curse effects/mission gone wrong)

what it tastes like (E, JJK, GetoNanaGo, pwp, getting together, somehow Gojo is the well behaved one?, WIP - UPDATE SOON!)

my life would suck without you (T, JJK, Nanago, feelings, emotional hurt/comfort, depressed!Nanami, angst with a happy ending)

just desserts (E, JJK, Nanago, pwp, humor, slightly feral Gojo)

that's how the light gets in (T, JJK, Nanago, humor, fluff, slice of life)

escape (the pineapple fic) (M, JJK, Nanago, Accidentally Stoned Gojo, humor, domestic bliss, marriage proposal only Nanago could pull off)

the sparking of the outlaw nanami kento by the right and honorable judge higuruma hiromi (M, JJK, Higunana, Cowboy AU, Judge!Higuruma, Outlaw!Nanami, WIP)

your heart that's a hole (E, JJK, GetoNana, GetoNanaGo kind of, cheating, toxic relationship, voyurism, jealous!Gojo, Baseball AU i guess lol)

and i'm feeling good (M, JJK, Higunana, flirting, first meeting, salaryman era Nanami)

nights in lonesome october (Various Ratings, JJK, NanaGo, jjktober ficlet collection that I didn't get far on but I want to finish)

committing to the bit (E, JJK, Getonana, beginning GetoNanaGo, fake relationship, getting together, College AU)

party favors (G, JJK, Nanago, slice of life, fluff, a silly ficlet to commemorate NanaGo reaching 3k fics on AO3)

*SECRET FINAL FIC* My last fic of the year is currently anonymous as it was written for a Secret Santa Exchange, when it is publicly revealed I'll add it here.

*****

Stats

Works Published : 14

Work Subscriptions: 253

Kudos: 3190

Comment Threads: 224

Bookmarks: 885

Word Count: 121,868

Hits: 31,437

*****

top 3 fics (of all years) by kudos:

(544) we were hungry before (E, JJK, Nanago, slow burn, mutual pining, getting together, 2024)

(427) just desserts (E, JJK, Nanago, pwp, 2024)

(352) i wish it were me inside your veins (T, JJK, Nanago, whump, hurt/comfort, curse effects/mission gone wrong, 2024)

*****

top 3 fics (of all years) by word count:

(86,992) water of life (E, AC Valhalla, Ubba/Vili, emotional slow burn, getting together, hurt/comfort, incomplete but I swear I want to finish it, 2021)

(30,965) we were hungry before (E, JJK, Nanago, slow burn, mutual pining, getting together, 2024)

(21,811) but like a refugee (E, Trigun 98/TriMax, Vashwood, fix it, 2023)

*****

top 3 ships:

Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento

Geto Suguru/Nanami Kento

Geto Suguru/Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento

Yeah, that checks out LMAO

*****

top 5 tags:

Humor, Banter, Fluff, Kissing, Hurt/Comfort...............I can't believe fluff was one of my top tags this year...WHAT HAPPENED? LMAO

*****

Thank you everyone that read, commented, kudos'd and reblogged my stuff over the year. I've be having a blast going mental over NanaGo and JJK. *cries* Thanks especially to @brasideios for the awesome beta work they've been doing for me. Literally life changing advice!! Also thanks to @uchihaprodigy and @ftld42 for being awesome people who just let me fill their discord DMs full of inane fic and JJK rambling. LMAO

i will tag @brasideios @beelzebby666, @madnessmadness, @ftld42, @togaki-kun, @lifewtr, @arquiving, @hopethepope26 (seriously just had a meltdown cuz I forgot you aren't anixit here and I thought I was going insane LOL), @findusinaweek, @aeide, @satonthelotuspier, @kentozone, @loveleffie, @sukunaaaah and of course any writers that i missed. No pressure of course!

Also, I'm still working on the WIP ask meme, I haven't forgotten about the submissions that are left!!

[lgcmanager]

SIDE EVENT 022

a reminder on side-events; they are non-mandatory occasional events that your muse can choose to participate in or not. while missing an event might mean missing out on points, be aware that choosing to take part in it could have positive or negative consequences for your muse. there is also no telling which part of the event will have consequences either since they will be tailored to make it difficult to guess what could impact your muse. while the final consequences are decided at the same time as the event is created, we will only reveal them after the deadline. so choose wisely: are you willing to make a gamble with your muse?

** we are aware that HALLOWEEN can be a sensitive time for some. while making your threads and posts, please make sure to properly identify possible triggers at the top of your post. also, please refrain from posting an image that could be considered as a trigger straight on dash! you may link to it or put it under a read more if you desire, once again with all triggers tagged **

ET TU, ALICE?

the princes of mischiefs are back for this HALLOWEEK, but have decided to forgo hosting HELL WEEK this year. some might celebrate, while others might be disappointed to go yet another year without the threat of surprise prank being pulled on its unsuspecting target (a.k.a you). or perhaps this false sense of security might be a trap that DBSD members are just waiting for you to fall into. who knows?

but, certainly, not everything is all right at the company, as stickers of WHITE BUNNIES WITH CLOCKS have appeared at various places within the company. furthermore, anywhere they are, PLAYING CARDS are hidden neaby. and while all the cards are QUEENS OF HEARTS, instead of the usual drawing of a queen at the center, each card has any of the following words written on it: 'EAT ME', 'DRINK ME', 'TAKE ME' or 'OPEN ME'. maybe you should pick on up? again; who knows...

LEGACY ENTERTAINMENT HALLOWEEN PARTY

on the week of OCTOBER 14, every trainee and artist of the company received an invitation to LEGACY ENTERTAINMENT’S YEARLY COSTUMED HALLOWEEN PARTY. since halloween falls on a thursday, the event will be hosted on NOVEMBER 2. unless stated otherwise in missions posts, everyone’s schedule will be cleared from 12PM to leave time for preparations.

the festivities will begin around 8pm and end at 3am. servers will be passing through the venue during the entire evening with finger foods and non-alcoholic drinks. a dj will be in charge of music, while a host will hold different events during the night ( examples include a dance contest, noraebang battle, and more ) and will crown the person with the best costume!

every year, legacy is known to host the biggest marketing event on that one day. brands compete ferociously to be the one that the company chooses! this year, it’s none other than NINTENDO that won the bid. since the press, lgc staff and higher ups and nintendo representatives will also be present at this event, trainees, actors, models, and idols alike are reminded to have fun but still keep it professional! additionally, on the day of the party, every attendee will be invited to walk the CHALLENGER APPROACH CARPET to enter the venue and join of the FACTIONS once inside!

CHALLENGER APPROACH CARPET

the red carpet is slowly becoming a tradition of its own! NINTENDO decided to bring it back, but of course, with its own flavor! just like during the previous 2 years, professional photographers and 200 lucky legacy fans will get to see the trainees and artists arrivals in person! this time, each arrival will be marked by the famous horn blare of SUPER SMASH BROS' new challenger announcement.

while no challenge will need to be completed this year to gain access to the party proper, all attendees are REQUIRED to wear a costume from any NINTENDO FRANCHISE. with such restrictions, it is likely that characters might be picked more than once, as such, those who wish to costumize/put their own spin on a character are welcomed to do so ! princess peach in pink denim? why not !

( important note: only up to TWO people can arrive at the same time. pairs can be idols in the same permanent group; models and actors of the same gender; participants of a project that has happened/aired in the last 12 months (dramas, plays, lgs girls and lgc spring boys); and trainees of the same gender. )

FACTIONS

instead of the usual halloween decorations, this year, the venue will be full of colors, reflecting nintendo's image. in each corner of the venue, GAMING STATIONS have been set up for multiple people to play either solo, but preferably in groups. each corner has a set theme (and games); ANIMAL CROSSING, POKEMON, SUPER MARIO BROS and SUPER SMASH BROS.

while attendees are free to play at any of the stations (or none), everybody will be asked to pick one FACTION from the four franchises mentioned above before the end of the night !

( important note: up to TWO people can pair up for this activity, without gender or occupation restriction, however, make sure to keep it professional! it’s up to you if the two muses got assigned randomly or decided to do the task together ) REQUIREMENTS

CHALLENGER APPROACH CARPET: OPTION 1 make an edit of your muse’s halloween costume and aesthetics. OPTION 2 write a 200 word solo or headcanon about the costume picked by your muse, any alterations they have made and the reason they went for this costume. completing either option will grant you +4 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +6 NOTORIETY !

AND

ET TU, ALICE: write a 300+ word solo or 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) thread looking for cards and/or finding one (make sure to mention which card your muse got) for +10 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +4 NOTORIETY !

OR

FACTIONS: write a 300+ word solo or 4 replies (minimum 8 lines) about anything happening during the party (make sure to mention which faction your muse picked) for +6 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE ANYWHERE and +8 NOTORIETY !

make sure to tag all your threads with lgc:halloween2k24. to validate your skill points and collect your notoriety points, please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog before DECEMBER 7, 11:59PM EDT.

(pick the form accornding to the requirements you've completed)

TITLE: MUSE NAME ∙ HALLOWEEN 2K24 - CHALLENGER APPROACH CARPET: +4 ( skill points distribution ), + 6 notoriety [ LINK ] - ET TU, ALICE: +10 ( skill points distribution ), + 4 notoriety [ LINK ] - FACTION: (specify which faction your muse picked during the party)

or

TITLE: MUSE NAME ∙ HALLOWEEN 2K24 - CHALLENGER APPROACH CARPET: +4 ( skill points distribution ), + 6 notoriety [ LINK ] - FACTIONS: +6 ( skill points distribution ), + 8 notoriety [ LINK ] - CARD: (specify which card your muse found)

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NCIS is bringing in a huge NCIS: Los Angeles guest star that might finally bring closure for a key character! Who's back, and what does this mean for Hetty?

At one point, NCIS was a far bigger franchise with spinoffs in Los Angeles, New Orleans, and Hawaii. 2023 saw a big crossover between the shows, made just before NCIS: Los Angeles ended its 14-season run.

That was followed by LL Cool J heading to NCIS: Hawaii as his character of agent Sam Hanna. It was supposed to be a boost for that show only for NCIS: Hawaii to shockingly be canceled in 2024.

While the current season of NCIS has had a few mentions of the other teams, we haven't got more than that. Thankfully for fans, it’s now confirmed that we’re seeing Sam coming back to the franchise!

When does Hanna come to NCIS?

TVLine broke the news (which was already revealed on LL Cool J’s Instagram) that NCIS Season 22 Episode 18 (airing Monday, April 21) will have the actor return as Hanna. There’s no word yet on why Hanna is joining the team, but it’s likely an aid in a case.

This should be fun with Hanna’s unique style mixing with the other NCIS agents. Hopefully, this means an update on what the rest of the NCIS: Hawaii team is up to. While unlikely, it would be good to get some closure on that show’s cliffhanger of Jane Tennant (Vanessa Lachey) meeting her traitorous mentor, who hinted at some danger.

However, this is also a good excuse for the show to finally address the fate of another beloved NCIS: Los Angeles character.

What happened to Hetty in NCIS: Los Angeles?

Fans of NCIS: Los Angeles had a lot of great characters, but one of the best was Hetty Lange. Wonderfully played by Oscar winner Linda Hunt, the diminutive but sharp agent was always there to help her agents and put them in their place. 

Sadly, Hetty was absent for much of NCIS: Los Angeles’s last seasons due to Hunt being unable to film during the COVID-19 pandemic. It was hinted she was on a personal mission, with the series finale having Hanna and Callen (Chris O’Donnell) heading overseas to try and find her. 

This is a prime chance to finally explain what happened to Hetty. It’d be great if whatever case brings Hanna to NCIS involves tracking her down and what she’s up to. While it’s unlikely Hunt herself will make a cameo, we at least deserve some closure for that character. NCIS: Los Angeles was never quite the same without Hetty and her presence has long been missed. Finding out what happened to her would be a boon for fans.

NCIS has always rested on its shared universe of characters and it’s great to remind fans of the two spinoffs. This is the best opportunity for NCIS: Los Angeles fans to finally learn Hetty’s fate and close out the last dangling plot thread of that spinoff.

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⤷ thank you SO much for 1k followers, i love you all my babies :,) i've had this blog since i was 14 and was flabbergasted when i reached 200, but ONE THOUSAND OF YOU?? i'm so happy i could kiss all of you (and i might). i appreciate all of you who have shown me any support over the last 5 years, sooo it only felt right to give y'all what you want after my half a year hiatus (i apologize, i still love y'all) -junebug

⤷ so this is the run down ⁀➷

― for the next two/three weeks, i plan to publish two x reader fics a week OR a fic a week plus an additional on the weekends

― i'll give brief descriptions of each fic i've got lined up under code names, and they will be published over the course of the next two or three weeks

― all of the fics will be written and published!! your only job is to pick your favorite of the line up, and results will determine which order i write and post them

― the most popular two will be choose your ending (smut, fluff, and or angst)!! sooo, here's your options:

bucky barnes ‣ sunshine: no matter how sweet you are, something about you has always irked bucky. so he avoids you, but he's forced to confront his confusing feelings when its your life on the line. steve rogers + bucky barnes ‣ cabin: bucky and steve both adore you, so they agree that whoever makes the first move gets you. but when you, steve, and bucky are trapped in a safe house post-mission due to a heavy snow storm, you get to the bottom of their 'plan,' and discover that maybe three isn't really a crowd. ‣ botanical: you've been with steve for a few weeks, and with things getting serious, he invites you to dinner with the team. you hang around more often after that, but the one problem is that steve's best friend, bucky, avoids you but praises you to steve. steve rogers ‣ astronomy: you've been pining after steve for a year. after a party, the two of you hook up and lead a fwb relationship for weeks. he slowly stops coming around, and when you go to confess that you want more, you discover he found more in someone else. ‣ clouded: after tony's funeral and steve's reluctant return, you move out of state for fresh air. you and steve disagreed a lot despite his lasting crush on you, and you leaving only further strained your friendship. so, when you return for a month to stay with sam, bucky, and steve, tension gets high as steve sees you date around. ‣ messenger: with your past relationship trouble and steve's ability to fluster easily, you and steve's fairly new relationship is struggling with intimacy. don't worry, though, nat sniffed it out like a hound and plans to fix it with lacy images sent from you after some pleading. steve rogers + lloyd hansen ‣ thread: on the run after a mission gone horribly wrong, you and steve stumble across lloyd and manage to save him from six. much to steve's dismay, you invite him to hide out with the two of you, and somehow lloyd weaseled his way into your heart and your relationship. lloyd hansen ‣ thunder: you are lloyd's woman through and through; you take care of him and he provides for you, you nurture him so he pampers you. you're the only one who's ever understood him, and you're the only one he's ever been ever tolerate. he adores you, you're practically his prized possession, but he does not love you.

well, go ahead, choose your fav! ⁀➷

again, thank you to all of you! i love you guys <3

a few of my fav supporters/moots:

@pigeonmama @rogersbarber @buckysprettybaby @mrsevans90 @starksbabie <3