#now i want to go back to Sky FC and play it all over again

[foxghost]

I. FINISHED. COLD STEEL IV. (And then slept for 14 hours due to the utter sleep deprivation this required)

it is the feeling of having finished a really good book series. I need more of this, but not fanfic, because it is perfect. Even the normal (aka not true) ending was perfect. I just need more of it. Reverie doesn't come out for another 4 months 😭

k fine give me a couple of more days to 種蘑菇 grow mushrooms and then I'll go trudge through the rest of the SPL scripts

[rampldgifs]

hi! first of all, i want to say that i love your gifs so much, you always make such beautiful things. i recently started giffing, and i was wondering if you have any tips about settings or process you usually use in your coloring psds? i'm struggling on what steps i should follow :(

hello ! thank you for taking the time to say this !

i usually never know what to say off the top of my head because i am generally chaotic & do things by whim and instinct rather than any real process, but !!! luckily, i was just talking to a friend about it recently so here's what i got.

photoshop settings- i've mentioned this in my main blog before, if you're not already doing this, load all your giffing steps into an action. if you don’t know how to make an action this handy tutorial tells you how. - change your most used commands into easily reachable keyboard shortcuts on the keyboard. for example, assuming you're right handed, your right hand will be cropping and colouring so you could switch command + (w) to open file>export>save for web to see your saving settings / command + ( ` ) to select the next tab. (i'm on a mac so imagine i used windows alternatives ) by using your left hand.

gif saving settings you might have your favourite go-to settings i.e. selective/pattern & bicubic etc. but just like not all sharpenings are created equal, different gif save settings work better for different sharpening styles. try different combis, the results may surprise you. for example, i used to swear by selective pattern+bicubic sharper when saving gifs, but i switched my sharpening style, and started going for a smoother, cleaner, glowier look, and realised after a lot of trial and error that adaptive/diffusion + bicubic smoother works best for the high value sharpening+gaussian blur settings i'm using to create what i want. the big lesson here is don't be afraid to strip everything down and go back to basics sometimes, it's tedious, but it usually pays off. i tried to find the post that taught me this for you and i can't but this one is an alternative !

colouring - the main things you'll be doing to colour a gif are (i don't always follow these in order but usually i do): a) brighten ( i.e. curves, levels, brightness, i used to add a white balance filter but stopped doing that years ago ) b) deepen ( these would be your contrast/gamma correction & offset on exposure adjustment layer/left arrow thingy of the levels adjustment layer ) c) colour correct, the hardest part ! it's like doing makeup. you'll end up using probably everything, colour balance, curves in the rgb setting (i need to learn to get comfy with this bc i'm not yet, but! soon.), selective colour my bff, hue/saturation & vibrance. there are great tutorials out there, but my most recent game-changer is i've finally figured out how to use the channel mixer adjustment. it helps to focus on a neutral colour in the background of your gif when it has an awful orange/green/whatever filter when using channel mixer (like a white wall or blue sky that has turned gross looking bc of the film's base filter), then adjust and play around until it turns into the colour it's supposed to be. then it will be easier to pile on layers over to colour your fc. i am ofc still learning, i have no idea how colour lookup works (i've read tutorials and still don't understand jvhakjx). d) final adjustments. this is when after the above, you decide whether you want to stylise your colouring, make it more vibrant, less vibrant, give it a tint, brighten again or enhance certain colours before saving! - a great way i got the hang of colourings is to open up colouring psds other people have made and toggle each adjustment layer on and off to see what difference they make to the base, you'll start to understand what the purpose of each thing is and why the layers are in that specific order.

last but not least, it took me 10 years to make gifs the way i do now ! my early gifs were all experimental, i went through so many phases (some i'm quite ashamed of, like the low vibrance/high saturation + high brightness trick i used to abuse. why did i do that.), and i did in fact master each adjustment layer (by this i mean learn to use them to their best potential) one by one. don't get discouraged, be patient with yourself and don't be afraid to try things !

[asoulofatlantis]

Current state and future plans and so on...

(This is probably just me mostly rambling away on a Sunday early afternoon...)

First of all: Will I ever finish ANY of the games I have started the past year or so? Yes! Yes, I will. I plan to finish most, if not all of them (as you can see I did finish Trails in the Sky FC just in time for the Remake announcement XD) eventually, but I am slightly overwhelmed by the huge amount of games I currently want to play and so I am easily distracted, especially from games that might not capture me as much as I was hoping. In addition to that, there is Kai no Kiseki on the way. The release is close. I am likely not going to finish anything until I have finished my live reaction to the Lets Play I will watch. At the moment I am playing Two Point Hospital, as it is a game that doesn't require too much thinking and the Trailer for Two Point Museum reminded me that I have yet to finish both Two Point Games eventually. (I do like them a lot... but I like to take my time with those kind of games as I am REALLY bad with money in all freaking games ^^') BTW... I will get Two Point Museum as well when it is out and I am thinking about recording and uploading my first real lets play with that game. But I will likely chicken out at the end of the day ^^'

Secondly: Yes, I have seen all the questions in my inbox but I am really busy at the moment. I can not even truly say what the hell is going on but in addition to the fact that I work more hours a day again now, somehow I also never managed to gets home fast. Something always stops me and makes me go somewhere else before or stay longer at my parents for some reasons or whatnot. I already feel bad because as I go to bed early because I have issues sleeping and don't function on less than at least 7 hours of sleep I barely have any time of the day left to spend with my 3 adorable cats. Less alone doing as much of the shores that I need to. My health is also not cooperating. I am not sick enough to go see a doctor and stay home for a week or so but not healthy enough to feel really good. Kinda sucks. Its also very inconvenient because I gained A LOT of weight over the past months and I want to go back to counting calories and working out at least 3 times a week but with my neck constantly hurting for whatever reason and me feeling under the weather this isn't exactly and easy task. Not to mention that there was so much stress at work that I solely eat for the happy-hormones these days and counting calories in that kind of stressed state is not fun. We lack an immense amount of staff at the moment. Inlcuding our boss and the one in charge now is... well... but the whole situation isn't easy for her either. Either way it is really tiresome at work at the moment. And that takes whatever energy I have left away from me really easily.

And lastly... my two cents about the recent Kai information we've got: I really do not know what to say anymore. I am worried about Agnes. I am worried about Rean. I am worried about multiple of my ships sinking with this game. I might also be worried about my sanity if this game really ends with a cruel cliffhänger á la Cold Steel 3 or worse. (I've bought extra tissues because I assume strongly that at some point I WILL be crying in this game ^^') I am honestly in a weird state when it comes to Kai. I am absolutely terrified of this game at this point. So terrified of whatever ruin it may bring me, that the only reason I want the release date to be there soon, is the fact that I want to get it over with so my anxiety about all the stuff that could happen and go wrong is finally gone ^^' (Then again, with a possibly cliffhänger at our hands I fear that might be a bit naive of me to think that way...) In any case, next time you'll see me here (aside from maybe reblogging some Kai news beforehand...) is when Kai is released and my live reaction starts. Lets hope I feel a bit better by then, finally get enough sleep again and some of my anxiety regarding this game has left me XD

I think after that, we will likely go back to Persona 3 Portable. But no promises!

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

hey besties!! here is part 8! Part 8 see's Amelia in a change of colours, her friendship with Jorgi explored more, an awkward Chelsea player and a cheeky Villa boy. Please enjoy & send me your thoughts! Love always, Steph xx

Part 8. | parte otto

word count;  1569 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. next update; Wednesday 11/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)! tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven link to fic masterlist here

Landing in the rarely-sunny but always wonderful London town, Amelia was swiftly picked up from the airport by a man in a blacked out Mercedes van and driven away to her new club-appointed accommodation in the royal borough of Kensington and Chelsea. The 24 year old couldn’t help but feel a sense of home resonating through her body. Yes, Italy was also her home for the last 3 years, but there was something in the air in London that really made her believe that this is where she was meant to be.

Whilst happy that her quintessentially-British townhouse was a mere stones throw from Stamford Bridge and her family home just on the other side of the park in Holland Park she was still a 30+ minute commute, without traffic & one way, from Cobham. Beggars can’t be choosers, at least this way she was close to the hustle and bustle of London City, as well as her family and old friends.

A few days had passed since her talk with Fede, her swift departure from bella Italia saw only a small gathering occur at her apartment with some of the juventus boys on the eve before her flight. Constant check-ins from La Cosa Nostra whatsapp group chat, of course the word had spread to the rest of the Italian national team before she had even returned home from Fede’s place, meant that she was never left alone to her thoughts for too long.

Keeping the promise he had made when she phoned to tell him the news, Jorgi was knocking on her front door at 7:30am the following Monday morning, ready to drive the both of them to Cobham for Amelia’s first full day of work. He was the only person who knew she was taking this offer, other than the professional staff at Chelsea FC who had to organise her contract, so it was very much a nerve-wracking drive to the suburban training ground.

“Sapevo che stavi bene con il blu Azzurri, ma il blu Chelsea è un'altra benedizione che mi è stata conferita” (i knew you looked good in Azzurri blue, but Chelsea blue is another blessing bestowed upon me) Jorgi exclaimed as she opened the door to his car and slid in, having stopped right in front of her house in a no-park zone.

“Morning Jorgi, Thanks so much for picking me up - i’ll sort out a car this weekend i suppose”

“It's not a problem, I'm only a couple of streets away anyway so it's not out of my way.”

The pair caught up on the past couple of weeks without each other, speaking on the Fede situation and Amelia’s feelings. The best thing about Jorgi was how he was able to see both sides of the story. He valued Amelia's opinion and feelings as much as his long-time friend, Fede. He knew how hard it was for both parties to come to an amicable separation & he was making a mental note to call his italian pal to thank him for letting the girl go.

Amelia’s first day at Cobham was heavily administrative, spending a lot of time sorting out paperwork, meeting the team of staff she would be joining, getting her uniform, sorting out her office. After a quick bite to eat with the head analyst, Paolo (she just couldn’t seem to escape the Italians altogether), she collected her leather bound notebook and followed her colleague to the first team wing of Cobham. Whilst she was strictly working with the first team, she had expressed interest early on & stipulated it in her formal acceptance, that she wanted the opportunity to work with the academy players and the freedom to dip into the talent pool of Chelsea youth, to assist in perfecting her tactical plays.

She couldn’t deny that the blue of her uniform was the perfect shade to bring out the blue in her more-often-than-not grey eyes, she felt comfortable in it, she felt part of the team. Pushing open the door ahead of them, Paolo stood to the side like a true gentleman and gestured to Amelia through the door first.

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Walking in, I noticed that the scene in front of me was similar to the first time I met with some of these players. With their backs to me, facing the front, listening to every word that Tuchel was saying to them. I snuck in, stood to the side and waited for my introduction which came very shortly after.

“I want you all to meet the new tactical analyst that the club has appointed following a very successful european campaign this past summer, Amelia White” Thomas directed towards me, and just like that, a slight bit of deja-vu settled in as i watched 30+ sets of eyes turn to look at me. Some were happy to see me, some were polite and offered a small smile, and just one set looked a little shocked and very guilty.

“I trust you all will treat her with the respect that you show me, Paolo and all other members of this professional staff. We had to fight tooth and nail for this girl to join us and I can’t express how lucky we all are to be learning from her.” Tuchel dismissed his team, Jorgi pushing through the chairs to get to me.

“Amelia! What a surprise! Why didn’t you tell me about this!” Jorgi rushed over to me and wrapped me in a hug that I didn't return. Less than impressed with the boy's antics and sarcasm.

“Oh be quiet, you drove us both here today.” I spoke with a smile and rolled my eyes.

“Always the trouble maker Jorgi!” Mason Mount spoke from behind him.

“Amelia, nice to see you again! Can’t believe you didn’t tell us in the group chat!” Mason continued as he greeted me hello.

“Haha yeah, it all happened very quickly & to be honest, my decision wasn’t final until a couple of days ago. I had a few opportunities and I had to weigh up my options, Chelsea were willing to go a bit above the other clubs so it became obvious. Besides, someone once told me I would look good in the Chelsea blue” That someone also being the person who avoided my messages, and who is currently avoiding my eyes.

Later that evening.

“As if I deserved to know you picked the blues on sky sport?” Jack questioned the girl over facetime that evening, keeping their friendship tradition alive and cooking together.

“It all happened so quickly Jack, I was in talks with a few clubs and there was a bit of a tussle and negotiation stage and then I just had to pick one. Chelsea offered me the opportunity to foster the youth team talent and no one else was willing to cross-contaminate their professional staff” Amelia hurried down the phone, afraid that she hurt the brummie lad’s feelings.

“Calm down Mils, it's fine! I’m only playin wiv’ya. I’m happy for you - and me too, now I can come visit ya and have a place to stay in the city” He joked back to her. Jack had a certain way of calming the girl down, he reminded her a lot of Fede. He could read her before she came to terms with her own thoughts and feelings.

“Are you trying to tell me that you, with all of your friends and all of your money, need to rely on little old me for a place to stay in the city?” The joking tone went back to normal with the two flirtatious friends.

“No, I'm just saying that I'm happy you’re in the city. Ya know, it’s only a 2 hour drive. I could easily come down on a Friday after training and be back before a Sunday game…”

“2 hours is far too long to be in the car just to spend the day with me”

“That's where you’re wrong, it would be two nights and one whole day. Besides, 2 hours in the car is better than having to fly to get to you. I was prepared to do the latter anyway before your big move back to London” Oh did her heart swoon inside her chest, a quick blush spread across her cheeks and a little chuckle left her lips - unable to find the right words to say back to him.

Amelia knew the dangers of the situationship, this was exactly how it happened with Fede. She couldn’t help that she was naturally playful and flirtatious, she often didn't know she was doing it. Normal conversations to her often appeared like a hardcore flirt-fest to anyone who happened to be around the girl. She didn’t want to cross that line with Jack, she knew better than to do that, especially with how she hurt Fede in the end. She didn’t know where she was going to be in a few years, nor where he was going to be.

What she also recognised in the older lad that Fede also possessed, and she would be surprised if he didnt considering he is a professional football player, is that he was determined. Too determined that sometimes it was more about the chase and the challenge, rather than the aftermath or the reward. She knew Jack wouldn’t give up on her and would always be there for her. Was it bad that she enjoyed it?

Part 9. | nona parte

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

there's no better place.

CHE ‘TAZA’ ROMERO.

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You don't start to clean the club until the last member has left, picking up empty beers, ashtrays, shot glasses and any kind of trash, before putting the chairs over the tables to sweep and mop the floor. It doesn't take you more than ten minutes, being something strange since normally you spend more than an hour cleaning everything around you. But the crew is not in the mood to celebrate anything, only to stay together to weather the storm. You have heard them talk, even if you have tried to not stick your nose in their business. You care about them though, they're your family at the end of the day.

Taking one last look to make sure everything is on point, you grab your leather jacket to wear it while turning off the lights of the club. With your hand on the knob and facing the darkness inside, you close the door and lock it up. You turn around with the clear intention to head your car until someone calls your attention. You thought all the crew was gone, but you were wrong. Taza is sitting on the stairs, head bowed down, playing with something between his ringed fingers. You can see above his left shoulder what it is. His gun.

He hasn't been the same since Riz left and his brothers are so concerned about their loss that they haven't noticed his world is falling apart since that day. Anyone, but you. Taza has always been a ray of sunshine. Laughing, telling jokes, cheering everybody up. Now he is just darkness, serious gestures, monosyllables as responses. And you have never felt more worried for anybody than you feel for him. Biting briefly your bottom lip as you keep the keys inside a pocket, you guide your steps slowly towards him. One of your hands lands on his shoulder whilst sitting down, before wrapping your arms around his left arm. Leaning to his side, you press your lips on his cheek, watching him close his eyes for an instant as Taza proffers a quiet sigh.

“You've talked to me one hundred times about that hammock you've on your porch to see the stars, but you haven't shown it to me yet”. You whisper resting your chin on his shoulder, curving your lips with a sweet smile when Che tilts his head to face you.

You squeeze fondly his arm under your grip when he comes closer to kiss your forehead, caressing with the tip of his nose where his lips have been a second before. Not saying a word, he stands up keeping his gun to safety to offer you his hand and help you to get up. But he doesn't let it go until the two of you approximate his yellow and flawless bike. Putting on the helmets, you wait for him to sit first and turn on the engine to have your place behind him. You feel his abdomen tense up when your arms surround it, until you rest your chin again on his shoulder, looking at you through the rearview mirror to make sure you're well before starting to drive.

Taza doesn't have any rush on the way to the ranch, enjoying the road for the first time in a few months. But as soon as you glance at the place on the horizon, his body gets tense again. You have indeed noticed that lately, he has been staying in the club, instead of going home, and you're starting to believe that it has something to do with Riz and the memories he built there together. And now, you're regretting your petition.

Once the bike is parked and you can jump off from it, you stand closer until Taza does the same taking your helmet next to his to leave both hangings on the handlebar. You follow him to the inside, being surprised for the fact that it's the first time you put a foot in after knowing him for more than three years and having some kind of special connection since then. Imitating him, you take off your jacket to place it on a chair before walking behind him to the back porch —with an amazing view of the desert and the dark sky full of shiny stars.

Taza gently holds your hand, claiming your attention in holy silence, pulling you closer to lie on the hammock. As he places an arm behind your neck and the other over your abdomen, you lace your fingers with his. And neither could wish to be in a better place. He has always found comfort and support in you, hearing him talk during hours about everything and nothing. He has taught you a lot of things too, as his wisdom is incalculable. But sometimes he prefers to stay in silence, just appreciating how good is your company, your closeness, your touch.

Che is watching you sideways looking fascinated at the sky as if it was something new for you. He obtains peace in your innocent smile, calm in your breathing, and for a moment he wants with all his might to ask you to stay, to be eternal with him. The world is a better place with you by his side. But he can't. Taza can't say a single word until you speak first.

“What?” You whisper giggling, turning your head at him.

“Nothing”. He replies with the same low tone, showing you a fleeting sweet smirk.

“Nothing?” You repeat with feigned incredulity, raising both eyebrows as you lie on your side without loosening the tangling of your fingers. “You know I'm here, right?”

“Yeah, I ain't that old to not see you”.

“Pendejo”. You scoff funnily palming his chest, earning a short laugh from him. “You know what I mean, Che”.

As you pout at him, the smile on his lips appears again. Shyly, in a melting gesture that races your heart and makes it jump within your chest.

“I like how you say my name”. He mumbles before you can ask what again, lying on his side too and holding you closer.

Your noses are almost touching the other, you can practically breathe the air from his lung, and you are already lost on his eyes —as a lot of times before, but never having him looking at you likewise. There you find the encouragement to take a step forward and place your lips on his. None of you moves an inch from your bodies, more than closing your eyes, and assimilating what you just have done. But it feels like Taza has been waiting an eternity to kiss you when he finally tastes you by fitting his lips with yours. Gentle and careful gestures that turn into tender smooches, while your right hand travels his chest up through his shoulder, then his neck, till reaching his shaved jawline.

“I don't feel like myself anymore”. Che confesses, still being too close to your lips almost touching them, and not able to open his eyes. “But when I'm with you, everything is different. I feel alive again”.

“Then I'm gonna stay here forever”. You murmur, placing your arms around his neck to get rid of any kind of distance between the two of you.

You feel the relief taking over his anatomy after pronouncing that promise, knowing it's exactly what he wanted and what he needed, but he didn't dare to ask you for. Tossing a leg over his, Taza sinks his face into your chest, accommodating himself under your loving embrace to focus all his senses on your heartbeat as his demons begin to fade away.

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[rebelwrites]

Can’t Fight The Moonlight

Jax Teller x Reader

A/N okay so I love this song, and just had to write something with it for Jax. BONUS POINTS IF YOU KNOW THE SONG AND THE FILM REFERANCE!!!

“So does Jax know?” Opie smirked resting his arm over your shoulder as you sat crossed legged on top of the bar.

“Bro what are you talking about?” You asking trying to play dumb, you knew what he was on about.

“Don’t play that act with me okay” He nodded “But I am guessing with your reaction you haven’t told him”

“Ope that was another lifetime ago” You shrugged. “I mean I haven’t done it since I left NYC”

Leaning your arm back on the bar you took in his expression. His smirk was wide, you knew that smirk, pinching the bridge of your nose you took a deep breath hoping he wasn’t going to do what you thought.

“Come on up” He grinned.

“Ope no I can’t” You huffed.

“Can’t or won’t” He winked before turning to Chucky giving him the thumbs up. “No stand up you shithead”

Glaring at your older brother, you hated him with every bone in your body right now.

“Jax” He shouted “You are gonna want to see this brother”

You and Jax had been dating for the past year now and things were going well. There was a reason you hadn’t told him about your life in NYC. Not because you regretted it, because you didn’t, you loved what you did and you were sad to see it come to an end but you needed to get out of NYCfor other reasons. Your brother needed you and family always came first. The reason you hadn’t told Jax about what you were about to do was because he was jealous, you knew this when you got together and you loved it. So you didn’t know how he would react.

“Shithead just keep this more on the pg side yeah” Ope smirked “I do not need to see the version you are used to doing okay, once was enough. Now stand up”

As he helped you stand on the bar, you took a deep breath as all eyes fell on you as the music started.

“Under a lover's sky, gonna be with you. And no one's gonna be around” You sang softly as you stood very still.

“Louder and move” Opie shouted making you laugh and stick your middle finger up at him.

“You think that you won't fall. Well, just wait until the sun goes down” You sang letting the music wash over your body as you sang louder “Underneath the starlight, starlight. There's a magical feeling so right. It'll steal your heart tonight”

You were in the zone now as you danced seductivaly to the music, singing your heart out. Striding along the bar making your way to Jax.

“You can try to resist. Try to hide from my kiss. But you know but you know. That you can't fight the moonlight” You smirked as you bounced down, pushing your knees out, taking your ball cap off placing it on Jax’s head, grabbing the sides of his kutte before you pushed your ass out as you stood up winking at him before you walked down the bar.

“Deep in the dark. You'll surrender your heart. But you know but you know” Even though you hadn’t done this in about a year, you still remembered the song and you body remembered the dance, running your hands down your body, everyone was whistling and cheering you on. “That you can't fight the moonlight. No, you can't fight it. It's gonna get to your heart”

At some point Jax had joined you on the bar, a smirk played on your lips as you slowly walked over to him with an extra swing in your hips.

“There's no escape from love. Once a gentle breeze weaves it's spell upon your heart. No matter what you think, it won't be too long til you're in my arms” You sang loudly as you ran your fingers across his chest before placing your back against his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Underneath the starlight, starlight. We'll be lost in the rhythm so right, feel it steal your heart tonight. You can try to resist try to hide from my kiss. But you know but you know. That you can't fight the moonlight”

Your hips were grinding against him and you heard a low growl come from him, well at least he was enjoying this, maybe one day you would show him the less tame version. Spinning around, you were slowly getting breathless as you weren’t doing this most nights anymore.

“Deep in the dark. You'll surrender your heart. But you know but you know. That you can't fight the moonlight” You sang hitting all the right notes, grabbing the sides of Jax’s kutte.

Waving you hand out behind you, you signalled Ope to cut the music.

“Shit darlin’ where did that come from?” Jax grinned gripping onto your hips bringing you closer to him.

“Told you I am full of secrets” You winked “Now can you help me down”

Jax jumped off the bar before wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you off the bar.

“Thank you for keeping it pg” Opie laughed.

“Wait you mean there is a different version” Jax smirked, his eyes widening at the thought.

“Yuup” You nodded downing the beer that had just been passed to you.

“So where did you learn to do that?” Jax asked kissing the top of your head.

“Urmm” You said rubbing your forehead.

“Bro she was a coyote” Opie grinned.

“As in the bar in NYC” Jax asked, looking at you.

“Yeah that's the one” You nodded “I was a coyote for about 5 years, and before you say anything, it was a well paying job”

“Like I have the right to judge” Jax laughed “Do you miss it?”

“Every god damn day” You said bringing another bottle to your lips. “But that was another life”

“It doesn’t have to be” Jax grinned spinning you around in his arms “We have been looking into things we could do for legitimate business and I think I know what we are going to do, how about we buy a bar and bring the Coyote’s to charming”

“Don’t you need to vote on shit like that Jax” You whispered, placing your hand on his chest.

“Boys what do you say to a Coyote bar coming to Charming” Jax shouted, within seconds every was whistling and cheering again “See darlin it is unanimous, so tomorrow you and me will go premises hunting to find the right one and you will be in charge of everything, decor, the girls, everything”

“Jax” You whispered “You don’t have to do that”

“You have a talent darlin’ and it is something you love doing, I saw it in your eyes. So it would be a shame to keep your talent hidden, but maybe you tone your dances down a bit as I don’t think you want me punching every guy drooling over you”

“Deal”

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[givemeonebreath]

A big, messy Linked Universe playlist

Link for Links

Heavy on the angst, because of who I am as a person. (At the same time, don’t take it too seriously, man.)

Influenced by canon, manga (TP Link is really Going Through It™ ), my personal perceptions, and popular fandom canon.

A pretty wide variety of genres, with a bias towards metal and prog rock.

I kept snippets of lyrics for most songs, also because of who I am as a person. (Some were particularly hard to narrow down to just one verse or chorus.) Those - and a little more rambling - are under the cut if you really want, in the order of the playlist. But. It’s long.

I didn’t initially make this with the intent to share, but hey. Throughout my past year+ of listening, I’ve been haphazardly adding songs to a playlist I very creatively named Links. If something reminded me of them, whether through the music or lyrics or both, I threw it on the playlist, so some songs might seem odd or vague. Some are really on the nose, as subtle as a sledgehammer. (Sky for Sky? Dude. Sorry.) Some are there because of a fitting line or two that stuck in my head. Ultimately, music - like any form of creative expression - can be interpreted in a multitude of ways. 

My listening habits and tastes are erratic, which is why this is one big, jumbled playlist and not separated for different Links. Not to mention if I did that, some (Wild, Legend) would have a lot and some (Wind, Four) would have none, both because of my own familiarity with them, and because of the general themes of the music I tend to listen to. Most songs are a general ‘hero’s spirit reborn’ mood, anyway - those are the first part of the playlist. The second half is more nuanced to specific Links, plus a few Ganon vibes.

1. Deep Purple - April (Koji Kondo, composer of the original Legend of Zelda theme, was into Deep Purple as a kid, and it shows.)

2. Kamelot - Regalis Apertura

3. Au4 - So Just Hang On, Beautiful One (I’ve posted this here before. I can’t hear it without thinking of LU now.) So I slipped in through the gate almost unknown. All my border stamps were late. Seven days old. Cold hand griped my shoulder blade, broke the bone. Bloody nose and turned away, all the way home.

4. FC Kahuna - Hayling Don’t think about all those things you fear, just be glad to be here

5. Glass Animals - Youth Boy, when I left you you were young I was gone, but not my love You were clearly meant for more Than a life lost in the war

6. Pain of Salvation - Restless Boy A restless boy in a world too slow A flame born into cinder, ash, and glow I've given everything I gave it all Yet find myself alone

7. Haken - The Endless Knot Our design shifted frame by frame! Across the line our cycle starts to fail. Our design shifted frame by frame! Across the line we die to live again.   We need a story to believe in. We need a hero to prevail. We need a challenge we can overcome, it takes a tragedy to make us one 

8. Kamelot - Memento Mori (I particularly associate this with Time and Twilight) I am the god in my own history The master of the game I may believe if she would come to me And whisper out my name Sometimes I wonder where the wind has gone If life has ever been Sometimes I wonder how belief alone Can cut me free from sin

9. Katatonia - Fighters Look I told you so We never stop If we said that We'll back it up For sure You know We're fighters

10. Megadeth - This Day We Fight! (I mean, all Links, but particularly Warriors) For this I was chosen, because I fear nothing With confidence I tread through the dead of the night Off to another war-torn, faraway battlefield Wherein lies a demonic enemy horde

11. Moon Tooth - Igneous Well, the spirit took me And this old broken body leapt up and danced Settin’ out Settin' out with all my heroes in a bundle at my back Hawk am I More wings span in my shadow than overcast Yeah, you know what they say Always need something to look up to, ha

12. Samael - Moongate Destiny, tomorrow is today Destiny, without boundaries How many nights will we spend together traveling infinity back and forth and again How many times will we go together questioning eternity about us about our wonders...

13. TOOL- Parabola This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality Embrace this moment, remember We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion

14. Lunatic Soul - Blood on the Tightrope No matter how hard you try To shut down your feverish thoughts They hunt you down with no regret Cause you have to fix it all

15. Hybrid - Keep It In The Family

16. Soul Savers - Unbalanced Pieces Gone, now carry on Through violent seasons I call you mother, mother, mother In vain, absent chain The twilight's bleeding And the playing board has two unbalanced pieces

17. Steve Von Till - Valley of the Moon All she gives is a stone facade Like ill-given flowers at a dead man's wake Here we slave for the dreams of another And fight over scraps like wayward dogs

18. Ludovico Einaudi - Experience

19. Lunatic Soul - Summoning Dance Three stones on the right side Three stones on the left My vicious circle of life and death   “Oh you want it” I hear it again “Oh you want it” My burden Curse to break

20. Lunatic Soul - Through Shaded Woods Run through your shaded woods Run through your shaded mind Run through the night Run away Run through the darkness Run

21. Lunatic Soul - Naavie

22. David Bowie - Nature Boy There was a boy A very strange, enchanted boy They say he wandered very far Very far, over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he

23. The Dandy Warhols - Sleep Well, I could sleep forever But it's of her I dream If I could sleep forever I could forget about everything 

24. Au4 - Everyone is Everyone (and Everything is Everything) Tripping and tumbling, Flipping and fumbling. Flowing on the rivers of sadness That have been forever rumbling.   But from dawn until now Of all the paths that I could have gone down Of all the valleys That I could have been flowing through.   In spite of all the chaos And all that has come between us, How is it I still find myself Here with you. 

25. Kingcrow - Everything Goes Your hands again upon the ground Falling rain for hours and hours As you learn the game Time dispels the fog ... Ever been there? Ever felt like prey? Ever thought your mind was feeble? Lot of things that don’t make sense

26. Pain of Salvation - Icon As a child I felt too old And now when I'm grown-up I feel too young A different kind so I've been told Just slightly out of reach and out of time

27. Sophia Loizou - Divine Interference (I got spooky dungeon vibes. Also, the title.)

28. Carpenter Brut - Fab Tool Runnin Gunnin Forward in the phantom shatter so grand Splatter grand, arcanum fuel Wrought iron out of the sky Over me, tells no lie

29. Blue Stahli - Death Will Have to Run All on the open road Where none will ever grow A journey toward the known With countless miles to go

30. Gyroscope - Mistakes & Ladders I am the first? No I can't be the first A continuous nothing, destined for something Tell me who you are and why you trapped me here

31. Queens of the Stone Age - Run, Pig, Run Run, pig, run Here I come

32. Chali 2na & Krafty Kuts - Guard The Fort The swords are drawn and odds are stacked And we clash the impact's a thunderous clap Calm demeanor Even though we are under attack [...my turn to guard the fort ready for combat]

33. The Great Discord - Army of Me (lol)

34. Kongos - Terrified I think I'll start again and change my name You only live once or twice, what a shame Somebody fucked up when designing this game

35. Woodkid - Run Boy Run Run, boy, run! This ride is a journey to Run, boy, run! The secret inside of you Run, boy, run! This race is a prophecy Run, boy, run! And disappear in the trees

36. The Beta Machine - The End A million miles away from you this time I'll do what it takes I'm on my way If lines are in the sand I'll go under If I can make it in time I will bring you back with me

37. Devin Townsend Project - Gump When we last met who was I? I'm sorry we no longer see eye to eye The energy to keep you in while keeping myself out I'm sorry how you'll take this  But I just don't have the patience anymore 

38. Arrested Youth - Riot! I can't get much satisfaction living in this cave It's tough to breathe, I'm in the belly of the beast Can't sleep with all my rage With me and all my generations living in this cage Pick up your guns and tell your sons, tonight we break the cage

39. Led Zeppelin - Friends So anytime somebody needs you Don't let them down, although it grieves you Some day you'll need someone like they do Looking for what you knew

40. Faunts - M4, pt 2 (Wild) Fight your foes you're not alone Holy war is on the phone Asking to please stay on hold Bleeding loss of blood runs cold And I need you to recover   Because I can't make it on my own

41. Faith No More - Ashes to Ashes (Wild) I want them to know it's me, it's on my head I'll point the finger at me, it's on my head Smiling with the mouth of the ocean And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain

42. Devin Townsend - Jupiter (Wild) I know you At least I think I do Everything's changed But in the days that are so dark It's wonderful

43. Katatonia - Neon Epitaph (Wild) Shadow of my shadow Cling not to my grief I am long left behind now You are free

44. The Smashing Pumpkins - The Beginning is the End is the Beginning (Wild) Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us No one can separate us For we are all that is left The echo bounces off me The shadow lost beside me There's no more need to pretend Cause now I can begin again 

45. Katatonia - Lacquer (Wild) My voice travelling Soaring bird above your head The house we lived in Ridden with disease ... The levee breaking I can't live to fight once more The road to the grave is straight as an arrow I'm just staying around to sing your song, baby

46. Eskimo Joe - This is Pressure (Wild) There is no romance in suffocation  The walls fall down like your expectations You want to scream  And you want to shout But you've built up steam  And you can't let it out This is pressure 

47. Portugal. The Man - 1000 Years (Wild) We'll wait 1000 years  Until the end of time We'll wait 1000 more Dressed up in gold and white We'll climb the mountain sides  To find what's in the sky We'll dig through mountain sides  To find what's deep inside

48. Au4 - An Ocean’s Measure of Sorrow (Wild) Forgot my name and who I was. Memories of nothing floating up. All of the sorrow we once knew, Colours the ocean's water blue.

49. Band of Skulls - Carnivorous (Twilight) I am corrosive and cohesive Like a chemical bond I'm all together undone I am the broken kingdom I'm just so, so, so  So carnivorous

50. Glass Animals - Flip (Twilight) I wanna go back with a club and attack I wanna take to my guns and break you I gotta make my little foe take his own

51. TV on the Radio - Wolf Like Me (Twilight) My mind has changed my body's frame, but, God, I like it My heart's aflame, my body's strained, but, God, I like it

52. Kamelot - The Spell (Twilight) All my demons cast a spell The souls of dusk rising from the ashes So the book of shadows tell The weak will always obey the master

53. OSI - Radiologue (Legend) I was dreaming I was heading west thirty days faster Had a fever woke up in a sweat bailing out the water  Can't go on Can't go back   Heard your voice coming through the noise wrote it in the radio log Hurt my head, wondering what you said so I threw it overboard  

54. Katatonia - Don’t Tell A Soul (Legend) I have been destroyed by the perfection that is a lie see I'm moving soon see my feet are already on the road and if you know where I’m going don’t tell a soul

55. Haken - The Mind’s Eye (Legend) The shape of things to come are closer than they seem Changing your design every time you disappear I'm planning my escape through portals of your mind Where people seem to drop like flies

56. Pain of Salvation - Species (Legend) Sometimes I hate my fucking species Yet most days I'll do anything to please it  My generation was fooled to pursue our dreams But it is not what it seems You never need what you want And you rarely want what you need

57. Euringer - Do You Kiss Your Mama with That Mouth? (Legend) All my life, misunderstood I'm fuckin' too smart, too smart for my own good The last question, before I go is "Hey motherfucka, do you kiss your mama with that mouth?"  Yes! I kiss your mama with this mouth

58. !!! - Pardon My Freedom (Legend) Like I give a fuck, like I give a shit Like I give a fuck about that shit Like I give a fuck about that motherfucking shit

59. Team Sleep - Ataraxia (Legend) Froze asleep Coma deep I dream I'm out with you Alone at sea

60. Oliver Tank - Embrace (Legend) You're in my dreams The world is torn apart at the seams And I don't wanna leave Wearing my heart on it's sleeve

61. Machine Gun Fellatio - The Girl of My Dreams (Is Giving Me Nightmares) (Legend) The girl of my dreams is giving me nightmares I don't know what it means but she's got multi-coloured hair When she stands in the sand I dream of peaches And I'm not sure what that means either

62. Earl Greyhound - Shotgun (Legend & Hyrule) I am nobody, nobody is who I am I am a traveler on this land And nothing, nothing, nothing in my hands

63. TV on the Radio - Staring at the Sun (Hyrule) You're staring at the sun You're standing in the sea Your mouth is open wide You're trying hard to breathe The water's at your neck There's lightning in your teeth Your body's over me

64. Echo & The Bunnymen - The Killing Moon (Time) Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him

65. Sufjan Stevens - Sugar (Sky) Don’t break my heart, don’t break my flow now And all this rage has got to go now Let’s take up this lifeline Come on, baby, gimme some sugar Don’t make me wait Don’t make me wait too long Don’t make me sing the sad song Come on, baby, gimme some sugar

66. Obsydians - Ascension (Sky) Rise above the hardships you’ll face I will sign and keep on rising As long as you are giving me your soul and keep me awake Feel like home and spread your light around I will listen and just be there As long as you are giving me your love I’ll give you my soul

67. Sonique - Sky -_-

68. Enter Shikari - The King (Ganon) Watch your back, my friend I'm about to kickstart a cycle Of never ending revenge And this time it's primal, it's tribal

69. Saul Williams - WTF! (Ganon, Hylia) "You've been polluted, uprooted by time You have been muted, computed but I'm A living vessel of the one, of the moon, of the sun" Hey! You ain't as dead as you seem, what the fuck? Hey! But you keep living your lies

70. These New Puritans - We Want War (Ganon/ Dark Link/ any nemesis I guess) Shadows dance back up, it's happening again If you listen carefully you might hear them whisper: "We hold all the secrets, we hold all the words; But they're scrambled and broken so you'll never know" Can't you see them Floating like black ash? Can't you feel them Crawling down your back?

[that-soccer-guru]

Hello! It’s me again!!! :) How do you think everyone played today?

HI MY DEAR ANON, I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I'VE BEEN SWAMPED WITH WORK BUT HERE ARE SOME THOUGHTS.

I know the scoreboard shows that Argentina got absolutely creamed, and honestly that's what I expected to see when I finally got to watch the game. But actually? The US just found their rhythm and the Argentinian players were just trying to do too many jobs to keep up with them. The first 20min of the game were exactly what I want to see out of Argentina from now on, and if Agus and Benitez had been healthy, the game would've maybe been much closer than it was. FUCKING FUND THE WOMEN'S TEAM AFA, FUCKS SAKES.

I am gonna say this right off the bat, the amount of fouls the US got away with during this cup? bro. Especially that KO high kick—I am not a fan of that shit. The fact that a high boot from Argentina got a card but not the high boot to the face from the US? hmmm.

Now, my opinionated opinions. I think a LOT of players showed their best this game. Rose and Press, flawless as always, amazing passes, great runs, really dangerous chances, just oof *chefs kiss* (there was a lil stretch of time before the first goal where Rose made some......... passing choices that were not great, she wasn't picking up her head and was just trying to move the ball forward so they were either ineffective or give aways, but she got it together eventually!)

Geriatrics United FC played really well. I think Pinoe got her stride in and figured out what kind of rotations work for her, she was making less runs to the back and not tiring herself out so much and I think it paid off really well. Lloyd had some really good passes, she was also not moving much past her line and it helped in keeping her sharp. I did love that moment when Cometti told her to stop diving, if you can't tell I love Cometti bc it takes an asshole with personality to tell Carli Lloyd that this isn't a swimming competition.

The defense, sharp as always. Broon and Baby T were holding the backline really well, most of the wing work came from KO in the first 30 so Krueger got to do a lot more backstop work this time, and I did like what I saw. The times she did go high she was putting in great passes and pushing good runs. I think it's not a surprise that I still like to keep my eye on Sonnett when she's on the field, and honestly I am yet to chalk up the hate to anything other than not liking her as a person? For most of the first half after she was subbed in she played double 6s with Ertz, she was putting in good passes, creating nice chances, she had a couple of great shots to the box that could've been goals if the receivers had pulled it off. She's a very physical defender, so what she does it... well.... defend? Clean tackles, great passes, she's trusted to move the ball forward when she needs to and she stays up with Ertz those times and I think it paid off really well, it was a great game for her. Idk what game some people were watching but I'm sure it wasn't this one. Midge, baby Midge, my lil sky flop child, they need to dig her the fuck out of that defense spot now. She really is out there doing her damnedest but you can see it in her game that this isn't her position. Vlatko even swapped Sonnett to the left so Midge could slot into her usual NT position, and it paid off for Sonnett but definitely not for Midge. I just hate to see her in the back.

Ertz, well, JP said it best the woman is a workhorse. 3 games at 90min, that's also bc this team doesn't have great permanent 6s BUT I think that Tierna would've held that spot really well. If they were trying to rest Dahlkemper though it would've been a harder choice. But I digress. She had a better game than the last two, less dumbass fouls, less MMA style moments, good passes, overall I ain't mad at her performance on the field.

BUT OH BOY HER SUB! I'VE BEEN SO EXCITED TO SEE JAELIN HOWELL!!!! Aside from headbutting captain Broon, I think kid did her duty. With enough time to develop and good coaching, and probably training more often with someone like Ertz, she'll be a great Defensive Mid. She has some really good instincts and watching her play, for someone who likes defenders as much as I do, is amazing. (The headbutting was hilarious though, especially because Broon is built from tough shit and nothing short of being stabbed MIGHT keep her down).

Sophia Smith is also another youngling getting to grow used to the NT and I think she did really well. If she can stay healthy she can be a promising replacement for the I've Fallen And I Can't Get Up FC on the edge of retirement.

Okay uh, I'm ngl i forgot Horan was on the field. I expect someone in a playmaking positions to make plays and I didn't see it from her so, eh. Don't get me wrong she had a good game, good passes, as always very physical but this time remarkably less WWE moments, I just expect her Thorns self to show up for the NT and it never happens. Similar to my problem with Alex Morgan except my issue with her is that she can't stay onside to save her freaking life and that is a big problem. She's not particularly physical so everytime she takes part in recovery efforts I know it'll end in a whistle and her dropping like a sack of potatoes, and it usually does. I know she got a goal but Y'all, we can't deny that it was all Sophia Smith fucking hustling. Alex did what she does best, find that sweet spot for a goal, but I don't think that was Alex Morgan being a great player as much as it was Sophia Smith giving her the perfect goal chance.

Now, dear reader, if you made it this far you may be wondering "what about Kristie Mewis!?!?!?" and you know what, fair question. What about KMew. I struggle so much with her because she's been so good. She had great moments in this game, she played a full 90, had a VERY pretty goal, made some good shots at goal. So, what's my issue? I wish I could say she's going to the Olympics. I really want to say she did enough and she's a shoe in for the roster, because holy shit did you see her out there!? Her long passed were nice, her short passes were tight as hell, she was making runs all over the place, she was helping make recoveries, making good passes, taking those shots. I just wish this midfield wasn't as stacked so I can say that her spot is safe. But I can't so I don't know how to comment on her going forward without the roster conversation. HOWEVER she had a great fucking game, and I do love to see her thriving out here. It's a Kristie Mewis world and we're just living in it.

SO, I'm sorry it took so long for me to get this out. But I did want to watch the game to understand how and why the hell Argentina got absolutely smashed when they'd been playing so well the last few games. Injuries really did them in, and the US exploited that really well. Overall I'm looking forward to what happens with this roster. They're getting more dynamic and more efficient at the things they do well, there's a lot of dumbass choices they need to learn to be better in but overall this was a MUCH better game.

[siriuslyshewrote]

Teen Romance - F.S

Finn Shelby x Reader

Summary - Where the reader can’t be with the boy she truly loved.

Warnings - arranged marriage (kinda forced), swearing

I met her by chance, I said, "I really like your pants"

You kicked the tree vehemently, the bark dry and cracked under your feet, the delicate shoes you were wearing ruined immediately, not that you cared. You could destroy a thousand pairs of the bloody shoes, and your mother would always find a worse, more uncomfortable pair.

“What did that tree ever do to you, eh?” You heard a half joking voice behind you, and you spun around, eyebrows creased. This wood was your special place, miles outside of Birmingham, and it was so rare to see anyone there that you almost shrieked in fright.

The boy behind you had his hands shoved in his pockets, a half grin on his face, though it was awkward, as if he wasn’t sure if he should have talked to you. You almost started as you realised who he was - Finn Shelby. There was no mistaking that Shelby arrogance, though in him, it was almost uncomfortable, as if he wasn’t entirely sure of his place. You let a small grin appear on your face, to match his. He didn’t scare you - much the opposite, really. He didn’t seem like a murderous gang member, though you tried to remember he was.

“Looked at me the wrong way.” You joked, trying to hide the anger that still boiled inside of you.

“I better not look at you the wrong way, then?”

“No, you better not.” You replied with a laugh and a grin.

I know you got a man

You had been engaged since the day you turned sixteen - the day you had met Finn, angry in that clearing in the woods. A few months after that, after months of meeting in secret, you finally got the guts to tell him. It felt like time, and if you were honest with yourself, you should have told him long before, before you started to become closer than friends were. He had been so, so angry, but, surprisingly not at you. At your parents, “the rich bastards”, who thought they could engage their daughter to the richest man they could find - it didn’t matter to them that it was not a life you wanted, nor would ever want, or that he was double your age, or that you had never even met. You were to be married on your eighteenth birthday, and there were to be no arguments against it. You had unwillingly agreed, before you even met Finn, before you realised that real love did exist.

And you couldn’t have it.

Gimme your hand

He knew that. You knew that, too.

But it didn’t stop you, from sneaking around together for the next two years, from sharing everything with each other, from holding hands, which soon turned into kissing, which then turned into much more. Love crept up on you both, though you knew you couldn’t have it. Not with each other.

Sometimes you spoke about your futures, but that became a more and more ignored conversation, as you neared your eighteenth birthday, the time that everything would change.

Teen romance

You had pleaded with your parents, only once, saying you had found someone you loved, begging with them to stop the engagement, though refusing to utter Finn’s name. They had passed it off with a gentle “It’s just a teenage romance. It will pass.”

It didn’t. Of course it didn’t. How could you stop loving the boy?

The months to your eighteenth turned to weeks, then days, and then hours. All of that came with the crippling dread of finally having to give up Finn. Every wedding dress fitting, or choosing of bouquets, or finally, rehearsal dinners, felt like a nail into your coffin.

Gimme this dance

You both sat in the car, in silence, as dusk began to fall, as Finn drove you through country lanes, one of your hands outside of the window, the cool breeze brushing your fingers. He soon pulled over on a grassy verge, in the middle of nowhere, where no one could ever spot you both together. He let out a sigh, lent his head back against the seat, his eyes squeezing shut.

The song you both loved - that you had proclaimed was your song - started to play on the radio. Finn’s eyes flickered, his hand stretching towards yours.

“Dance with me?” He whispered.

I hope you understand

His hands found your waist, the other linking fingers with yours, palms pressed together, bodies pressed as closely together as was possible, both of you craving the others warmth, the feeling of them, for the last time. You swayed, slowly, to the tune of the song. Finn hummed quietly along with it, the sound rumbling in his chest.

Any other time, dancing at the side of the road, with the sun setting, the radio just loud enough to hear above bird calls, would have been romantic.

But now, with your hands gripping Finn’s, with your head pressed up against his chest, his heartbeat strong and steady in your ear, you wondered just how you were going to step out of his car tonight, and never see him again.

You tried not to cry, but it was a losing battle, and the sounds of your sobs began to fill the air.

“I can’t do this.”

“What?” Finn’s red tinged eyes glanced at yours, confused, and so deeply sad, that you could hardly bear it.

“I... I can’t step get out of this car tonight and never see you again.”

“Maybe... I don’t know. Maybe we could still see each other after the...”

He couldn’t say the word wedding. He trailed off.

Finn had asked you only once to not marry the rich man. It had been last year, and he had cried, and that was almost enough for you to run away with him that night, and never look back. But at the time, you loved your family - or at, least, you were deeply loyal to them. You couldn’t just up and leave. You weren’t strong enough. You had explained that to him, at the time, certain that he would leave and never come back.

But he had, and had never asked you the same question again. You wished he would, now.

“No... I can’t do any of this Finn. I can’t ... I can’t fucking marry someone! I don’t .. I’ve never even met him!” Your voice was loud, half hysterical.

Your eyes filled with tears again, as he wrapped his long arms around you tightly, in silence. He had no clue what to do, what to say, for the first time since you had met him.

“Let’s just get into your car and just drive.” You spoke, pulling back, your eyes probably appearing half mad.

“You want..” He cleared his throat, trying not to let his voice break, to not show his emotion. “You want to go back home?”

“No.” You pulled at his hands. “Finn, lets just leave. Let’s just leave it all. I don’t care where we go-“

“Are you serious? Y/N, I don’t want to say this, I fucking hate them, but this is your family-“

“I’m sure. Finn, I’m sure. You have to think of your family too of co-“

Finn had his own problems with his family. He felt belittled, on the outside, as if he wasn’t even apart of the Shelby family, half the time. He had expressed several times how much he wanted to leave, sometimes.

He blinked a few times, as if dazed and trying to clear his head. Then a wide grin, almost as mad as yours, appeared on his face.

“No. Let’s just drive, for now at least.”

Let me guide you

To a place where

No one hurts you

You are safe here with me

You smiled softly, as you looked up at the dawn sky, parked on the top of a hill in the middle of nowhere, curled under several blankets, curled around Finn, in the back seat of his car. You knew you couldn’t drive forever, that at some point you would have to return to Birmingham, or some other city.

You had nothing to your name, and neither did he.

But you had each other , and that would be enough, at least for now.

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[ms-rampage]

Eden’s Gate: The Mother Chapter 6 - The Mother of Eden’s Gate

Warnings: light swearing

Word count: 1.6k

Where it all began. 

Summary: Mandy has claimed the role as The Mother of Eden’s Gate. Archangel Raphael forbids her from speaking about her position to the locals.

Guest OCs: Barbara Teller (FC: Katey Segal), Sheriff Hayward (FC: Ryan Hurst), 

Guest Characters: Archangel Raphael (Supernatural), God/Chuck [mentioned], Adelaide Drubman 

Note: This takes place in 2012. Also this chapter is gonna be a short one.

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A few days after her atonement, and giving John the loving care that he clearly needed. 

Mandy is now the Mother of Eden’s Gate.

All she has to do now is claim the name in some ceremony at Joseph’s church in a few hours.

Sitting her truck outside of Eden’s Gate Outreach Center in the Henbane River, with her eyes closed.

The sound of wings fluttering next to her in the passenger seat makes her open her eyes, and sees Raphael, looking straight forward.

"You know what to do” he says, looking forward.

“Yep” she replies, closing her eyes again.

“When do you claim the name?” he asks, still not looking at her. 

“In a few hours” she answers, opening her eyes again.

He looks over at her, “Remember what I’ve been telling you. You can’t change anything that they do. Your purpose is to be a guide to them, and that’s it. Nothing more.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know the plan” she says, crossing her arms.

“Good. I will see you again once you’ve claimed the name” he tells her before disappearing. 

She sighs loudly, and starts up her truck. Driving down the fenced road to the church.

Once she gets onto the compound, many of Joseph’s followers are setting up some decorations at the church as well as the whole property. 

She goes inside her shared home with Joseph, and once again doesn’t see him inside. 

Walking into the bedroom, and sees another white dress on the bed, similar to the one she wore for her cleansing, along with a flower crown, and a bouquet of Bliss flowers. A letter from Joseph wrote to Mandy, she grabs it, unfolds it and reads it. 

“To my beloved Amanda.

Today on March 12, we will declare our love, our devotion to each other.

You will claim your role as The Mother, as my other half, as my wife.”

Mandy nearly chokes on her own breath reading that last part. She continues reading his letter to her. 

“We will walk to the gates of Eden together. We will grow old together, die together. Our families being together. We will be together until the end. This will be our marriage officiated by God, witnessed by our family, and our Children, our followers, our flock.

I will show my love for you. How important you are to me. How important you are to our Children”. 

Mandy folds the letter, placing it on the nightstand by the bed.

Feeling a mixture of emotions. Not sure if she’s feeling sick, or if she’s hungry.

What the fuck did Raphael get her into?!. What the fuck did Chuck get her into?!?. Why did she agree to do this shit?!?.

She could’ve been searching for that demon fucker that killed Joel. This life never makes any sense sometimes. 

We’re gonna hunt some demons. Okay awesome. We’re gonna go gank a nest of vampires. Awesome!. You have to give yourself up to a religious Cult leader, and be his wife because God wants you to do it for the sake of humanity, and everyone will think you’re crazy!!. What the actual fuck?!?.

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A few hours have passed, and it's time for the ceremony.

Mandy slipped into her dress for the ceremony, putting the flower crown on her head.

Faith stopped by, and helped her get dressed. Fixing her hair, making her look beautiful for Joseph, and the part as The Mother. 

“You look so beautiful” Faith says, with a huge, sweet smile on her face.

“Thank you” Mandy replies, with a smile of her own. 

15 minutes later Mandy along with Faith and another female Cultist step out of the house, and walk towards the church. A bouquet of bliss flowers in hand. 

Decorations, flower petals, and candles leading a path to the white church doors.

The early evening sky, a reddish orange with purplish gray clouds.

Soft gospel music playing over some speakers. 

She walks the path with Faith on her right, and the female cultist on her left.

A couple of male peggies open the two white doors leading inside.

It’s dark inside, the only source of light being the candles that are lighting up the path.

Joseph standing center of the small stage. His hands crossed over one another as he watches Mandy walk down the aisle. 

Feeling like her stomach is getting tied into a knot. Her hands start to get clammy, and shaky. 

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down. 

“Who's officiating this?!?!” she asks herself in her head.

Joseph takes a step forward, and reaches out to grab her hand, she reaches out and he brings her closer to him.

Taking her hands in his. 

So this would be Mandy’s 2nd marriage?. If this counts as a wedding. 

He looks her in the eyes, even with the sunglasses it’s an intense stare, like he was looking into her soul. Into her mind, and listening to her thoughts. Every single word. 

Time feels like it has stopped, they both stare into each other's eyes.

John then speaks up, since he had Mandy reach atonement, and confess. Joseph chose his younger brother to officiate this “marriage”, and Joseph to give her The Mother name. 

“Today, we will witness the amalgamation of Amanda Campbell, and Joseph Seed. These two will be unification, and will lead us to the New World. They will stand together as husband and wife. The Father and The Mother. They will spend life together, die together or until death do they part”.

Joseph speaks his “vow” to Mandy, “Amanda my love, God told me about your forthcoming and he showed me your face. I knew we were meant to be together. He chose you to be my other half, to guide me, to guide our family to the New World. To be my wife, all I ever wanted was a family, and he brought you here. This is all I want between us, I want to show you how much I love you”.

He finishes his vow, and Mandy, who didn’t write, or even come up with one starts to think about all the shit she went through with Raphael, and all the stuff he told her to do. 

“Go along with it” she hears the Archangel’s voice tell her.

He appears behind Joseph, and no one else can see him, only her.

Stammering a bit, but she manages to make her words clear, and presentable.

“Joseph, a part of me told me to come here to Hope County. I didn’t know why. My gut told me that I had to come here. I’m glad that I did, I needed to know my purpose. I needed to find my reason, and then I met you. I knew when I first met you. You were, and still are my reason, my purpose to be here.”.

They finish their vows, and wrap up the whole “wedding” ceremony.

Joseph, and Mandy are now “married”. 

This was something she didn’t plan on.

Later that day, when Mandy was able to get some alone time away from her new family. 

“This is Barbara Teller leave a message and I’ll get back to you” -beep-

“Hey Barb it’s me Mandy. Call me back as soon as you can. It’s very important. Hope to hear from you. Bye”.

She hangs up her phone, standing by the water near the Drubman Marina. 

Waiting for Raphael to show himself to her, like he has done several million times in the past. 

Getting tired of waiting for the Archangel, she walks back to her truck, and runs into a new, friendly face. 

As she walks back to her truck, she sees a blonde woman, probably older than her cleaning a helicopter. 

“Nice chopper” she compliments the flying vehicle.

She turns around to look at her, “Thanks honey” she says with a Southern like accent. 

“This is my beautiful girl Tulip. My prized possession chopper”.

Mandy looks at the chopper, “She’s a very nice one”.

“Yep, she sure is” Addie says, she looks over at Mandy and says, “You’re the one that Joseph Seed married aren’t ya?”.

She awkwardly clears her throat, stammering a bit “Uhh yeah. Yeah, umm how- how do you know about that?”.

Addie chuckles, “Word gets around sweetheart. Peggies talking about it all the time. It's something they always think and talk about. The Mother this, The Mother that.” 

She lets out a soft sigh, and introduces herself.

“I’m Adelaide Drubman, by the way”.

“I’m Mandy short for Amanda. Campbell is the last name”.

They continue their small conversation when a Hope County jail truck pulls up the road near the Marina.

A youngish looking man in a Sheriff’s uniform steps out of the vehicle, and approaches the two women.

“Well, well, well. Hello Sheriff Hayward” Addie says in a seducing tone.

“Evening ladies” he greets them, he points to Mandy, “You must be Amanda Campbell”.

She nods her head, narrowing her eyes at him “Yeah that’s me”.

“You’re gonna have to come down to the jail with me” he tells her.

She looks over at Adelaide with slight confusion, then back to the Sheriff. 

“Umm why do you need me to go down to the station with you?!”.

He clears his throat, “We just need to ask you some questions”.

“Umm, okay. Yeah sure” she says, still confused.

He motions her towards the truck with his arm out. 

She walks towards it, and gets inside. Sitting in the front passenger seat.

“I’ll see ya around sweetheart” Addie calls out to Mandy, and they drive off to the jail.

[autumnslance]

Early ARR: On Aeryn's first mission for the Scions, she and Thancred have to make camp and talk. With no one else around, there's no need for facades from certain rogues--as if the Echo would allow that anyway.

((Worked on this on the FFXIV Write 2020 free day (when not chatting with my FC buddies). Been working on this for awhile so finally yeeting it out there. Below the cut if one prefers Tumblr to Ao3.))

The wind was kicking up, sand and grit blowing as they rode across the dusty old roads toward Drybone. Thancred looked up at the sky and frowned as the rented chocobos kwehed and shook worriedly. Aeryn looked to him, a questioning expression on her face.

“We’ve a sandstorm coming in,” he confirmed, familiar with the signs. “If we push, we can make it to safety before the worst strikes. Come on!” He urged his bird into a gallop, Aeryn’s mount keeping up easily.

He muttered a prayer or three as the chocobos’ talons ate the yalms of roadway, his eyes seeking the cut in the hillside walls that led off to a side road. He finally found it, and kicked his flagging chocobo forward again as the wind surged, the rumble of the coming storm at their backs.

He let out a coughing breath of relief when he saw it. The small house was tucked against a cliffside, well away from the main roads. Thancred had discovered the abandoned building during his surveys over the years, and often used it for camp as he passed through this region. Now it would shelter the two Scions and their birds from nature’s fury.

He leapt off his chocobo into a running landing for the door. He took more time than he liked--less than a minute, but still too many seconds--to find the hidden key and force the swollen old door open. Aeryn had dismounted in the meantime, and led the chocobos inside while Thancred secured the door again.

“That should do--Godsdammit!” Thancred looked at the broken window. He scrambled to the top of an old table, praying again that it held his weight, and leaned out to grab at the shutter. He had to wrench it, and his shoulder a bit, to get the old hinges to finally pull shut. He jammed the latch; no need to leave it open in any case.

Aeryn dug feed from the saddlebags, letting the winded chocobos soothe their nerves with dinner.

“Well, we are not going anywhere for some time,” Thancred said as the wind howled outside the old building. The beams overhead shuddered, but the walls were intact and the door remained latched. There seemed to be no other residents, either; his minor wards must have held.

Aeryn shook sand out of her coat with a grimace.

“Welcome to Thanalan,” Thancred said, dusting sand out of his fair hair. “I stocked some fuel by the fireplace when last I came this way; we shan’t freeze, at least. There’s a well, too, in the sideroom for drinking and bathing and all else.” He removed his chocobo’s tack, patting the tired bird as he retrieved his pack.

Aeryn did the same before joining Thancred at the fireplace on the other side of the small space. The ceiling was low and there were no other rooms; it had either been a single prospector’s house or was always meant to be a traveler’s waystation, forgotten as trade routes altered over time.

She set out bedrolls and rations while he crouched next to the old hearth, pulling a false brick from the wall with a small grunt of annoyance as his knuckles were scraped. In the hollow behind the brick was a battered camp kit and a meager amount of dry rations. “The tea shouldn’t be too gritty,” he said, using a cantrip to start a fire. Aeryn nodded in response, taking their canteens and the old kettle to fill with water while Thancred checked his stored rations alongside what they had packed for the journey.

Aeryn only had the aetheryte to Black Brush Station attuned, so they had had to travel the long way. Thancred had meant to camp at a more populated waystation on the main roads, another bell or two from now. He was glad after fifteen years working in Thanalan he had such eventualities dotted around the region; it paid to be prepared when the weather turned like this.

They settled in, amicably making camp, listening to the wind outside howl with the static of sand scouring the outside of the building. The chocobos were uninjured despite the final push to beat the storm, and fell asleep quickly after deep drinks of water and a treat of gysahl greens. The birds curled up together for warmth as the weather and night brought dropping temperatures.

“We should get to know one another better,” Thancred said as their supper warmed and the tea finished steeping. Aeryn looked up, raising a quizzical eyebrow. He shrugged. “We have the time, and we are colleagues now, are we not?”

She nodded again, a bit wary.

“All right, it may be a ploy to hear more of your lovely voice,” he teased, giving her one of his charming smiles. “Still; I shall start, if you prefer.”

Aeryn blushed, but did smile in return, at least.

Thancred remained crouched by the fire. “Now then; I bet you cannot accurately guess my age. ‘Tis an interesting effect of the--”

“Thirty-one.”

He blinked. “How did you--” He narrowed his eyes. “Yda.”

Aeryn giggled and nodded. “She explained a few things about the archons.”

Thancred sighed dramatically. “I can only guess what she said of me.” He gave Aeryn a pouty look.

She shook her head. “She said you’re a charming pain in the arse, and too clever for your own good. She didn’t speak poorly of any of the order.”

“Well that is something at least,” he replied. “She spoke rather well of you, too, if you were curious.”

Aeryn considered that a moment. “Hope I don’t disappoint.”

Privately, he agreed. Out loud, he answered, “From what Yda and Papalymo said, you arrived in Gridania only a short time ago. Where is it you hail from, if I may ask?”

“Originally, Coerthas,” she answered. “But Mother took us to her homeland in the Near East when I was small.”

“And you decided now that you are grown to return to the realm?” He asked, handing her a tin cup of tea.

She nodded in response as she accepted. “My brother returned a few years ago. I...came to find him.”

“Seems you have found plenty of adventure along the way,” Thancred said. Heroics in Gridania, and yet more with Y’shtola in Limsa, and what he had seen of Aeryn in Ul’dah; like she was always in the right place at the right time, and it all happened to coincide with the Ascians’ schemes ramping up again. A strange feeling, almost like a forgotten memory, tickled the back of his mind for a moment, but he dismissed it. “I know Ishgard’s gates are closed, but have you been back to Coerthas at all yet? Have you other family there?”

She shook her head. “No chance, while establishing myself with the Adventurer’s Guild, and then all that came after. I’ve heard Coerthas has changed since the Calamity, though I barely recall much of it.” Aeryn thought a moment, a small line creasing the space between her grey eyes. “I don’t believe I have any remaining family there.”

Thancred nodded. Before he could ask another question, she looked up, head tilting as she regarded him. “And you? Any family back in Sharlayan?”

“Ah, no, actually. I’m not originally from the City of Learning myself.” He idly rubbed the marks on his neck. “I am an orphan and immigrant; Sharlayan adopted me.”

“Like Yda.”

He raised a brow. “I’m surprised she said so much. She was...young,” he said, playing it safe. He wondered how much Yda had admitted to this young woman; it was easy to forget they were of an age, given…circumstances.

Aeryn only nodded and lapsed back into silence, watching the fire as she sipped her tea. It did not feel uncomfortable, and Thancred stayed quiet himself as he finished warming dinner. He passed Aeryn one of the cooked plates of rations.

“A simple meal, but it shall suffice for tonight,” he said. “Assuming the storm ends by morning, we can dig ourselves out and make it to Camp Drybone by midday. There will be better fare there.”

“Thank you,” she said, taking her share.

“You said your mother’s people are from the Near East. Hannish?”

Aeryn finished chewing the bite of jerky she had been contending with. “No; from an island off the mainland, actually. Traders; we spent half the year, after crossing over the strait, wandering usual routes, before spending the colder, wetter months in our village.”

“Grew up in a merchant caravan, then?”

Aeryn shrugged. “Partly, yes. Mother’s talents, when younger, were more of a minstrel’s.” She considered a moment, then smirked, eyes flicking a glance his way.

“What?”

“She’d have liked you, I think,” Aeryn said. “Probably would have seen through the charms, though.” There was a lilt to her tone; she was teasing him.

“Hrmph,” he couldn’t quite hold the smile back. “And warn me away from her pretty daughter, like as not,” he teased in return, pleased to see her blush once more. He noted again that it was not difficult to make that red appear on her tanned cheeks. “From my understanding, you’ve inherited some of your mother’s talents.”

Aeryn nodded again. “I can sing, and play the lyre and flute well enough.” She hesitated a moment. “I partially went to Gridania first because I’d heard rumors they had real bards in the Shroud. Luciane introduced me to one, but he wants me to practice awhile before teaching me more.”

“I’m sure you’ve the talent for it. We should sing together sometime,” Thancred said. She looked at him, blinking. “Good practice, yes? And the others would likely enjoy it.”

“I...Perhaps,” she replied, smiling. “What about you?”

“What about me, my lady?”

“You said you’re not from Sharlayan originally. What of your people?”

“Oh not much to tell there, I’m afraid,” he replied blithely, turning to the tea kettle. He caught a motion from the corner of his eye, and reflexively batted away the tightly wadded napkin she had flicked his way. “Hey!” He couldn’t help but grin; he recognized a test of reflexes when he saw one.

“You don’t get to deflect that easily,” she replied, grinning back. “Not after getting me to say so much.”

He eyed her a moment, then shook his head. “‘Twould only be fair, you’re right--but there honestly isn’t much to tell. No family to speak of, nor much of consequence occurred, before I met Master Louisoix and he brought me to Sharlayan--the colony in Eorzea, at least. I struggled to catch up with my education, learned to speak like a gentleman, and earned my Sage Marks at a younger age than most.”

She peered at him intently. He wondered if the Echo were showing her any of his memories. “Why do I feel as if some of that were out of spite?” Aeryn asked.

Thancred laughed, noting he had not quite kept a hint of old bitterness from his tone, and she had caught it. “Mayhap there was a bit; not all of the scholars were kind to a young guttersnipe. The ones who mattered though--well, you have met most of them.”

“You all seem close.”

“We’ve been colleagues for many years now.”

“Minfilia isn’t Sharlayan.”

“No,” Thancred said. “Like Yda, she’s originally Ala Mhigan, though she’s lived in Thanalan since she was a child.”

Aeryn gasped, her half-full tea cup dropping to the stone floor. She held her head, as if wracked by a sudden headache. “Are you all right?” There was no response, though she looked right at him. It seemed as if her eyes had taken on a silvery sheen. “Aeryn?”

She blinked, the odd reflection of light in her eyes gone. “I...saw….”

So the Echo did show her something. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath, smiling when he opened them. “A moment from my past?” Thancred asked quietly, resigned to explaining whatever the Crystal had deemed necessary to show her.

She nodded, reaching for the fallen tin tea cup and a spare blanket to blot at the spill. “Moments, really. It went quickly.” She closed her eyes. “A parade; a goobue; a miqo’te woman; a card game; a knife in a crypt…” Her eyes opened and she looked at him again. “Minfilia had a different name, as a child.”

He looked at the fire. “I could not save her father that day.” Thancred did not try to hide the old pain and shame; she already knew of it. “He had many enemies; I gave Minfilia her new name to keep her safe from them. F'lhaminn--the Songstress of Ul’dah herself--was part of the conspiracy of wealthy youths that led to all the events you saw. I ensured she took Minfilia in, though I also watched over her for years. Minfilia told me of her Echo when still an adolescent, and so I introduced her to Master Louisoix, via letters at first. The rest, as they say, is history.”

Aeryn nodded. “Papalymo gave me a brief history of the Circle of Knowing, the Path of the Twelve, and how they formed the Scions after the Calamity,” she said. There was still a thread of shakiness in her voice, but color was coming back to her cheeks, and her hands weren’t trembling as much.

“Does it take much out of you? The Echo?” He asked.

She looked at her own unsteady fingers. “Not as much as it did the first few times. Perhaps I’m getting used to it.”

He remembered her fainting at the Sultantree, and again outside the Sil’dihn ruins. The others had reported similar instances. “I hope so; you seemed ready to pass out.”

She grimaced and shrugged, and he feared she would lapse back into her customary silence. “You said you were looking for your brother, here in Eorzea?” He prodded gently.

Aeryn took a moment, then nodded. “He left home about six years ago, to see the realm of our birth and become an adventurer. I wanted to come with him, but Mother begged me to stay. She was ill even then, but had yet to tell us. And my own studies were not yet complete--though once she did take a turn for the worse, I had to give them up entirely.”

“What were you studying?” Something tickled the back of his mind again, but he shelved it for now to focus on her. Her breathing was steady again, and she wasn’t as pale; good.

“Magic. Magic theory, really, I...couldn’t do magic. Not as they taught in Thavnair, at least. I had wanted to learn so I could help my brother on his adventures. Instead I took up martial skills.” She frowned at the fire again, opting for water instead of more tea. “In Gridania, E-Sumi-Yan told me it’s strange I couldn’t learn; he says I have deep aetheric reserves, and it...suddenly seems to come easily enough, now.”

“Eorzea’s an aether-rich land,” Thancred pointed out. “Perhaps you’ll find a magic that agrees with you here. You certainly don’t lack the mind nor the talent, from what I have observed.” If anything, Aeryn's penchant for studying thicker tomes fit right in with many of his fellow archons.

She smiled, the pink tinge returning to her cheeks again as she ducked her head. “Thank you,” she said simply after some hesitation.

He smiled. “Quite welcome. Now, we should get our rest. Morning will come and plenty of work with it. Here, move your roll closer; we’ll have to huddle with the chocobos regardless for warmth, and I swear I shall be a gentleman.” He winked.

She nodded with a slight smile and an eyeroll, recognizing his joke. She shifted her bedding away from the spilled tea staining the floor. They ended up alongside one another, leaning on their chocobos, the chill seeping in even with the thick walls and the fire, the rushing of sandy wind now a constant background noise. The birds’ sleepy chirrs were closer and more comforting, the feathery bodies radiating a pleasant heat against the hyurs’ backs.

“Thancred?”

“Yes?”

“How exactly is my Echo supposed to help, if it still nearly causes me to faint when the visions come?”

He thought about his answer for a moment. “Well, you are getting better at not falling over when it hits you. Perhaps it will aid our investigation into the kidnappings.” He did not want to think about the alternative, the possibility that she might have to do more.

Aeryn’s quiet seemed thoughtful, as if she knew he was holding back. “Goodnight, Thancred,” she finally said.

“Good night,” he replied, staring at the flickering fire, shadows and light playing across the room.

What could one girl, talented as she was, do against something like Ifrit?

He hoped to all the gods they didn’t have to find out.

[musicnoots]

Love, Lay Me Blind

Bill Guarnere/Reader

Prompt “That was, by far, the stupidest thing you have ever done” requested by anon

Kiss prompt “a small fleeting kiss, which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss” requested by @rayleighshughes

A/N: i enjoyed writing this soooo much so now i hope u enjoy it too

Synopsis: He wakes you up at five in the morning to go on a date with you. 

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It’s nearly five in the morning when you wake up to the sound of something shattering. Your eyes dart to the window of the family you’re quartered with, pieces of glass sit on the windowsill, and the window itself is destroyed, cracked.

The sound sends you flying out of bed to investigate the crash and multiple scenarios cross your mind—was someone trying to break in? Were you about to become the victim of a petty crime? Who in their right mind would decide to commit a burglary in Aldbourne, a small village that was now home to thousands of American soldiers awaiting war? 

You’re not destined to fight in combat—you’re a medic for Pete’s sake, the only thing you know how to do is fix the booboos of grown men—but you grab your field manual for self-defense, just in case. You slowly creep up to the window, your back hugs the floral wallpaper that dons the bedroom, and you cautiously peer outside to find an unexpected late night visitor.

“Bill?”

Yes, him. The feeling of relief engulfs your body like ocean waves crashing down on the rocky shore, but you’re left standing at the window, dumbfounded. 

“Sweetheart, are ya gonna get down here or ya gonna keep staring at me?” He clearly isn’t fazed by the broken window, he’s actually holding a couple more rocks in his hands like he was planning on throwing more. 

“What are you doing?” you whisper-yell to him. He asked you on a date last night but, good God, you didn’t know this is what he meant! “People are sleeping right now!”

“I needed to wake you up for our date!” 

Of course. Maybe you should have expected this when you agreed to go on a date with him, but going on a date with Easy’s most elusive medic, Bill wanted this to be the best date you had ever been on. Weeks, months spent mustering up the courage to ask you, there was no way he was letting this be some boring date the measly boys back home would take you on.

You just wished he had told you before destroying your window. “So you thought to throw rocks at my window and wake up the entire village?!”

“I was tryin’ to be romantic!”

“Romantic?!” Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. “Bill, you broke the window!”

“Oh, yada, yada—are you gonna meet me in the front so that we can have our date or what?” For someone who thought asking you out while you helped Malarkey vomit on the side of the road was romantic, this was actually a step up for him. 

You nod your head at him, and he grins up at you. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a second.”

To say that Bill was always by your side was an understatement—he always found his way back to you. He’s been by your side since the grueling days at Toccoa, leaving the boys to be with you, smitten with the happiness you bring him. There was one instance where he had disappeared from a game of cards to visit you in the infirmary and listen to you go over your field manuals. You were sitting in between his legs on the floor with your back against his chest, and he was braiding your hair—a skill his older sisters taught him. Bill will admit that the words have gone in one ear and out the other, but in that moment, he didn’t care if someone caught you like this. Needless to say, he didn’t bat an eye when Eugene found you two cuddling on the floor with your hand enveloped in his own.

He was waiting for you at the front door, no flowers but a stupid smirk playing on his lips. You assume he’s tossed the rocks back into the garden because he’s holding out his hand for you to grab, which you do happily. “Hey, there. Lookin’ good, sweetheart.”

“Next time, could you tell me that we were having our date in the middle of the night before you go and break the window again?” you say into his shoulder. “That was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Look, when you go on a date with old Gonorrhea, you’re goin’ on the best date in your entire life. I’ve waited so long to ask you on a date, baby, and I’m gonna make the most of it while we’re here.”

You hummed. He’s waited for you for this long? A part of you wonders if it’s too early to say that he’s already claimed your heart to be his. “So what do you have planned for us at five in the morning?”

“Nuh-uh,” Bill shook his head, “don’t wanna ruin the surprise, but trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

“Something tells me I have no say in where we’re going…”

“Damn right you don’t.” He leans over to plant a kiss on the top of your head, and he’s done it several times before, but it feels different this time and you’re not really sure why. 

This time, it feels…intimate. It’s hard to explain because in the previous times Bill had kissed your head, he did out of routine. He kissed you good morning, he kissed you good night, he kissed you when you wiped spaghetti sauce off his lips, but the moment he kisses you on a date, it feels different. 

But you like it. It’s not the physical kissing that makes you feel good, but the warmth and connection passing between two people that might be saying: I love you. He’s done it so many times, you wonder if it always had the same meaning.

You aren’t too far from the village when he leads you into an open meadow—had there been sunlight, you could have seen the small white flowers adorn the grass below you, but the sun is starting to peek through the horizon. For someone who thought throwing rocks at your window until it broke was romantic, Bill had kicked the ball out of the park because the view had you scrambling for your words.

“Ta-da!” he grins at you cheekily, extending his free arm to present to you his surprise. “Joe and I found this place a couple days ago—you know, when we went on a hunt for ice cream. You remember that day? How long ago was that?”

It was roughly two weeks ago. “I remember. You went on a quest to look for ice cream, and then you didn’t find ice cream.”

“Yeah. Anyways, ever since, I’ve wantin’ to take you here. Just you and me, baby. C’mon, sit with me!” He seats the both of you down on a spot just steps away from the road you had walked on.

Your heart swells as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, and you’re resting against his side. It’s perfect—hues of orange and yellow enrich the early morning sky as the sun begins to make its ascension. Slowly, you’re able to see the small flowers that reside with the grass around you, and when you look back up at Bill, he seems pleased with how the date has gone so far. “You’ve outdone yourself, Bill.”

“Would you say that this is worth all the ruckus at five in the mornin’?”

You nod. If it’s with Bill, it’s always worth it. 

Sitting on the meadow while watching the sunrise with the man who’s held your heart in the caresses of his hands in your most tender moments. He has a way with words that you can't describe—he pours out his love for you on a silver platter every second he’s with you, and it must be a blessing and a curse to feel it all.

He’s lost in the sunrise, watching the sun bid the stars and moon goodbye as they dip below the horizon and become engulfed by the palette of colors the sky exhibits. Something tells you that you should cherish the moment, and you do—you love the way he looks at the sky with eyes of adoration and you love the way his arm feels around your shoulders, keeping you so close to his chest, you can almost hear his heartbeat and you wonder if it beats for you.

You place a hand on his jaw, and he looks at you with a quizzical look. You manage to steal a kiss on the corner of his mouth. It’s quick and rushed, but when you pull away, he ends up pulling you back in for another kiss that plants butterflies in your chest and stars in your eyes. 

He’s perfect. 

He’s always been perfect, but he grasps your heart in a way that makes you want to feel his love forever. Your heart is no longer your own, but stolen by the hands of an angel whose lips serve as a reminder that you’re loved by a man who has loved you for a lifetime.

[footballffbarbiex]

One Of Many.

Antoine has put together a festival in the summer with all proceeds going to a well known charity.

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Antoine relaxes, his arms behind him and his head dipped backwards so his face angles towards the sky. With his eyes closed for a few moments, he takes a deep breath and holds it there as he gathers himself and his thoughts. His siblings have been running around after him all day, helping where they can and ensuring everything is running as smoothly as possible but it ultimately comes down to him. With everything on track, food stalls all set up, drinks flowing with bottled water being free on such a hot day and the music stages all set up with artists playing their sets, it finally feels a good moment to drink it all in. He’s been dipping in and out of backstage, blending into the background and trying to keep the focus on the location, the stalls, the artists and what is going on rather than drawing attention to himself but right now, he sits back and admires his creation.

The air is filled with scents of sweet spun sugar and food drifting from the cooking stalls. It’s not until now that he realizes just how little he’s actually eaten and he’s grateful for the sight of his girlfriend walking towards him with hands filled with food and drinks.

“I come bearing gifts.” She smiles at him and he eagerly accepts the items she offers with a thank you. “I thought you might be hungry and in need of a drink. I don’t think I’ve seen you have a bite to eat today other than breakfast.” She says as she sits down beside him. He doesn’t say anything for a few minutes as he spoons as much of the food into his mouth as possible, almost inhaling the whole dish. It’s not until there’s a quarter left that he says thank you again, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek and make her smile. “It’s ok. Someone has to look after you.”

“How is it?”

“How do you think?” she asks, pushing her food around to try and gather it up.

“I want to know from an outsider perspective. I think I’m being too critical.”

“You would. Everything has to be improved on with you.”

“Obviously, how else can something be better?” He frowns then realizes she’s poking fun at him. “It’s not funny. I want this to be perfect.” He says as she nudges into his side to make him sway.

“It pretty much is. I haven’t heard a single complaint. People are loving the acts up there, the food stalls are going crazy and the owners have said they’ve already had a load of new followers on social media and bookings for private events. News has got out and any remaining tickets for tomorrow have now sold out. There are people asking to be put on a wait list.” He gives her a closed lipped smile as he chews his food but pride shines through him at her words. “This is for an incredible cause and you’ve done amazing. I’m so proud of you.”

“I keep looking around forgetting I made this happen. I’m thinking anything we make from this, I’ll double by adding my own money to it too. I want it to make a difference.” He tells her, sincerity crosses his face and she beams at him.

“This is one of the many reasons I love you.” She strokes over the nape of his neck and he sighs happily at the contact.

“One of many huh?”

“One of many.” She confirms with a brief nod.

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[aroseyetbloomedwrites]

Theme: Somnus [A Francel/Haurchefant Fanfiction]

Will be cross posted later to: PhoenixUnknown. I am Tired

Rating: [M] Lemon on the citrus scale.

Category: M/M

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Pairing: Francel de Haillenarte/Haurchefant Greystone

Summary: Exploration of the kink borne of Somnophilia between two secret but not so secret lovers. They never fooled anyone, but everyone will play along for the sake of propriety. Or something. 

A one word prompt given me by my FC. Which I have honestly never, ever done before because it so rarely compels me which is why I never post one word prompts. But, well--here we are.

Sneak peek: 

          It was something they had spoken of only briefly, merely in passing as their passion grew and simmered beneath their skin. A festering love grown from childhood, to Knight and Lord of their respective camps, their near-and-yet-far dwellings. Where only furtive kisses beneath lamplight and a moon missing in the sky was safest. When, with but a touch of hands brought them to a heavily closed oaken door room, locked, barred, and a bed could finally be proffered. For, Francel deserved not the cold wall, nor stone ground, deserved not even the idea someone might turn a corner, find them in some filthy closet amongst Francel’s carefully inventoried provisions. Hidden between table legs, buried to the hilt and suffocating this beauty with a too large hand so not a heavenly sound may escape. Never this, but only a soft fur rug beneath exquisite toes to be swept off feet, cushioned upon a bed, warm and downy soft. To be kissed with reverence, and for silken fingers to dance up the muscles of his arms, into star-kissed tresses, held close and beloved. 

          When the fancy strikes, when the chance arrives, their once in a blue moon to play. Safe. Not too extreme. To fit the delicate sensibilities of his more shy and inexperienced, dearest friend, most precious of lovers. His Rose.

          Somnophilia.

          Francel had taken their discussion to heart, to head. Though knowing it had been intended for himself, felt his courage compounded the longer he thought, daydreamed, fantasized.

          Corentiaux does not hardly bat an eyelash when Francel carries himself into Camp Dragonhead, hat off when through the doors. Highlighted by the fire still burning, and Haurchefant’s right hand man standing at attention for him. He’d been bowed over the map table, pouring over something or another. Francel gives him an easy smile which sets the man at ease, but certainly does nothing for the fluttering in his breast. Cavalier pressed to his sternum, as if that would hide the way his heart strove to choke him.

          “My lord has taken his rest at last.” Corentiaux tells him, it is terribly late in the night and Francel can only nod solemnly. 

          “I suppose he has, and without sup as well I suspect.” And holds up a parcel neatly tied in one large knot with all four corners at its top. Corentiaux chuckles knowingly, and is none the wiser of its contents. “I think he can suffer an awakening tonight if it spares him a sugar crash in the morn.” Francel continues. 

          “Of course, my lord! Shall I show you the way?” 

          “Nay, I know it well. Thank you, kindly.” 

          A sweet smile betrayed his intentions most wicked. 

          Just as Corentiaux had said, Haurchefant lay in bed, the blankets around him pulled to his chest and his head was turned into the downy of a pillow. Truly he must have been exhausted, for under most circumstances Francel knew the man would have started awake. Not a word of complaint from he as he crept forward, and suspects, perhaps because it was himself Haurchefant kept his ease. Somehow, someway--is able to sense the love of his aether, abundantly warm and wanting of him. The cloth of his parcel falls away at his worrying fingers, nothing but a securely wrapped bottle of oil left in his trembling fingers, and a trail of large kerchiefs on the floor from the locked door to the foot of Haurchefant’s bed. 

          The fireplace dwindled low, and glowed a warm orange, warmth still radiated; and yet Francel knows better than to pull down the weighted blankets, and instead crawls beneath from the foot. Trails the tip of his tongue against an exposed ankle before settling atop Haurchefant’s knees with care. Tongue in cheek, breath barely kept in check as his mouth finds the heady bulge in Haurchefant’s front. The weight of it against his questing mouth makes his heart leap and his own prick twinge with want. 

          So, sneaking fingers find the hem of sleeping trousers and pull, pull, slide… until Haurchefant is free, swelling slowly beneath his nose. The fabric lost in the sea of their blankets. Francel bites his lip, peeks up from the covers cradling his head, to the hard stomach and gently moving, chiseled chest before him-sleep still deep, and quietus snores muted through the feather blanket. With Haurchefant so unfettered, slides eagerly his tongue over the hefty length lain heavy against Haurchefant’s hip. Drinks deep that heady taste as his tongue remaps contours he’s tasted before. Draws gently his firming glans into his wanting mouth, peach and wet, suckling at him with care, a gentle roll of his tongue over the tip, around, and around. Every draw upon the cock head soft, and sweet, quiet and loving. As are the hands which slide up Haurchefant’s legs, pressing them apart to slide more easily betwixt rather than rest upon. Fingers first find themself past the rubber stopper of the bottle and now newly shining with oil, transferred slick between Haurchefant’s legs. A wet finger finds the subtle part between his Knight and presses carefully within. Slow and gently working circles to ease him open, and to accept more of him in without tension. Testing forward in askance, and forcefully taking nothing. 

          Above him, Haurchefant groans but does not awaken. For wet dreams are nothing new to he, and rarely do they waken him but for the end when discomfort takes him. While blissfully more intense than normal, his aching body is too weary to let him up. So this man lays in brow furrowed ecstasy, the heat rising so that he has to push the covers from his chest in his sleep as sweat begins to bead and shine. 

          Francel can feel the length as it hardens and swells against his tongue. Sucking more of him in before he becomes too great to contain, relishing the weight of him on his jaw, the growing strain which aches and makes him harder yet to contain. Saliva wet on peach lips bruising, gleaming on a shaft which slides in and out from such noble tiers. His throat a distant ache for the exaltion of feeling his love down his throat until he is too, too engorged to do so. It comes too soon for Francel, when Haurchefant’s cock forms too rigid, and his throat reflexively closes around the glans of it where it tries to slide, he croons wistfully around the mouthful which stretches thin his weary lips. One day, one day he wishes to deep throat Haurchefant at his fullest, feel him bulge in his throat--for now, contents himself with the mouthful he manages, a comforting half length his tongue can twist around, just as his finger does to the knuckle. Haurchefant has begun to tremble. 

          With Haurchefant stuffed within his mouth thus, tongue a clever race up and down the shaft, another finger parts Haurchefant. The oil slick and helps him slide home, and, with the spread of those two digits within, Haurchefant’s back arches off the bed in a fine curve. Cock pressed against Francel’s throat a near thing to choking, but Menphina--since it’s his, he’ll do anything for him that he might feel so good. As he nears the end, the subtle upwards thrust into his throat becomes steady repetition, the breath ragged from his nose on every upwards drag before the next effort to swallow him whole - there are hands in his hair, curled tightly, pushing him away, but not letting him go far. And, when Francel looks up, the blankets thrown away, Haurchefant is peering down, bleary eyed and breathless. Two fingers are still buried in a suddenly much tighter ass, clever thumb stroking a heavy sack. Haurchefant moans then, sweat sticking sleep mused hair to his temples and cheeks. The flush of heat in his ears, and creeps steadily down his neck. One hand releases Francel to put knuckles to his teeth, cut upon. Eyes on him, and him alone.

          That Look…

          Dodging forward, Francel put powerful thighs over his slim hips, whets his mouth at the brush of his prick where once slender fingers had been. Thirst nigh unquenchable. And Haurchefant is so, so ready--eager even in how he writhes on the bed, the roll of powerful muscles beneath taut pale skin. Francel quivers to see it, that mouth open and left wanting. He bows over Haurchefant, beating breast a whisper caress against Haurchefant chest as he takes those lips. Hips hitch higher, and the press of a wet glans an easy slide within, then. Haurchefant sighs in bliss to take him, puts weakened arms around trembling shoulders to cradle the smaller ever closer. Francel is left breathless, needing only press forward to fill himself within and is met with no difficulty. Haurchefant smiles against Francel’s mouth, sleepy and droll, a slow and lazy kiss with the barest roll of tongues set to tease and test. Francel was easy, and comforting to take, there was no test of it, no challenge leaving him striving and heaving, wincing and waning. Just as he fit easily all within his mouth, soft, snug, the perfect mouthful, so too did he within here as well. And Haurchefant loved him so completely, unadulterated, for all of him. From the soft press of unchapped lips against his own, near flaxen hair a brush against his forehead, to the clutch of soft thighs against his arse where Francel rocked with care against him. A soft grind which made him hum and awe with approval, and with his mounting gratification. He kept Francel close with legs locking around his middle, head set to swimming when Francel managed to sit up again and grind into him. Slender fingers drift along the plains of his chest, run across every scar with unhidden adoration, press into every divot of roving muscle, slide against the musculature along the sides of his ribs, which bring a smile and draw forth a breathless laugh from Haurchefant, the ticklishness erotic in itself. Those hands pressing upon his hips, thumbs stroking over prominent hip bones. 

          And oh, how he thrusts, inexperienced, but eager, listening to every sound Haurchefant murmurs, moans, keens so that he may know how Haurchefant wants it, how he likes it. Tries his damndest to give him everything he asks for. How the sensation drowns Francel, has eager fingers plucking hungrily at Haurchefant’s hefty cock. Fingers usually strung upon the piano run just as deftly the length of his shaft. The firmness of his grip, its surety there near as natural as it were along the neck of cello; and Haurchefant felt so satisfactorily played. Notes just as clear were wrung from his throat as they were from Francel’s instruments. And, he knows how naturally Francel cannot last under such duress. Pinned thus between his love and his legs, long fingers twined ‘round his shaft to thumb his cock head, and stroke his length to the sharp jut of his hips. Like a snow halo fanned out upon his downy pillow, his head is thrown back, lips a moving prayer as Francel brings him closer. How furiously hot fingers work at him, and the slide of Francel’s prick in, out, and in, brings their joining to white hot focus. But, Francel cannot last him, and eagerly sighs his ecstatic bliss when sweet release finds him. His hips a static stutter as climax takes him and his seed spreads warmth within his wanting knight. Francel though heavy with lethargy nearly taking his weary limbs, still moves. The slip of his small, softened prick without, that he can untangle from Haurchefant therein, lean t’ween his legs instead, bowed over the swollen length and ease him once more into his wet mouth. Vulgarly assaulted by the clench of a too eager throat, and the hot press of a soaking wet tongue… Finds that there is a clenching knot in Haurchefant’s stomach, it ravels tighter, slides with sticky warmth within his belly until with a sigh escalating into a blissful outcry; he too is met with his release at every insistent bob of Francel’s flaxen head. How admirably, with loud gulps that his Lordling swallows him up, the clumsy lave of a tongue around those sensitive ridges of his glans until every over-sensitive drop is wrung free and slides down Francel’s gullet.

          Together they eagerly clasp together, Haurchefant bringing sleep, and now sex weary limbs around Francel to cage him in, rolls so that they are chest to chest on their sides. His broad shoulders block the Lord from the doorway, though securely locked, felt his protectiveness swell. Their legs a tangle in twisting sheets that Haurchefant and he struggle to bring up to their necks. Sharing in the glowing warmth of their room, their nearness of body mirrored the nearness of their hearts.

[claiirvoyants]

𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝐒𝐘𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋.

        ❝   yesterday,   you   were   an   OLD   MAN   spitting   cherry   pits   into   the   weeds.   today   you   are   a   fisherman’s   daughter,   dragging   small   minnow-nets   through   the   𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔.   tomorrow   you   could   be   a   DOE-EYED   dancer,   an   ash-stained   chimney   sweep,   a   beggar   singing   psalms,   anyone.   when   you   lean   over   the   side   of   the   lake,   the    𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲   𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬   whisper,   be   free.   taste   the   air.   do   you   feel   the   echoes   of   ancient   energies   moving   into   new   bodies?   they   learn   of   suffering   and   beauty,   again,   again.   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐒.   ❞ 

         hey,   isn’t   that   SYBILL   PATRICIA   TRELAWNEY?   i   read   a   daily   prophet   article   on   them,   once   ;   the   forty   eight   year   old   halfblood   WITCH   is   a   ravenclaw   alumnus   who   has   gone   on   to   be   the   professor   of   divination   at   hogwarts   school.   i’ve   heard   they   can   be   quite   ECCENTRIC   &   VIVACIOUS,   but   i   don’t   know...   they   came   off   very   RUMINATIVE   &   HAUGHTY   in   that   interview.   it   really   is   hard   to   know   what   to   believe   these   days   though,   isn’t   it?   click   𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   for   statistics   and    𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   for   her   pinterest.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.

buckle up ! i’m abt to show u guys i can write a short or at least SNAPPY intro.

sybill was born in the seaside town of port isaac in 1972, the product of an affair between her pure blood mommy ( cressida trelawney ) and a muggle daddy ( edwin teague ). 

cressida knew abt edwin’s muggle wife. edwin’s muggle wife ( and his daughter eugenia, sybill’s half sibling ) did NOT know about his witchy gf. what happens in btwn the lines of the wizarding world stays within the lines of the wizarding world, ig.

sybill’s dad died p suddenly when she was six, and he didn’t leave anything to either her or her mum, cause... men ain’t shit ! learn it. anyway, sybill’s mum begged her slightly estranged family for like, something, and prob would have got NOTHING if she hadn’t said ‘hey, my daughter is totally the next cassandra ( and also DEFINITELY a pureblood )-’

this changed things a bit, even tho at the time... sybill had not shown any actual prophetic talent, lmao. she was a six yr old playing like, dolls, and trying to bring fishies home from the seashore in glass bottles, u know? 

the fam took them back under their wings, and sybill was told to keep her little mouth shut ( in like, a kind of nice way ) about both the fact she was a halfblood ( she prob didn’t conceptualize this one very well at six ) and the fact she was not a seer. she also prob didn’t conceptualize this very well. but playing pretend is something kids LIKE to do, so when cressida told sybill to say some mysterious things and play this role, she took to it immediately ! it was fun ! 

it stopped being fun PRETTY quickly, but as sybill got older and understood things a bit more, she clued in to the fact that her grandparents and extended trelawney family were quite... uh, to put it mildly, strict. her mum had gone out into the world on her own because she didn’t fit in the box that the trelawney’s had expected her to ( like a lot of pureblood fams ), and sybill was a lot more like cressida than she was the rest of her fam, and she was also, like. way more attached to her than she was them, so while it stopped being a fun game, she still kept to it for her mummy.

got her hogwarts letter. headed off. breathed an actual sigh of RELIEF when she was on the train, cause... she didn’t have to pretend to be something she was pretty sure she wasn’t anymore, and at hogwarts, she wouldn’t have to go through the ‘training’ and ‘lessons’ for her future as a famed seer that her fam were prepping her for. she got sorted into ravenclaw, which tracked ( most of the fam were ), and she just... went abt her life.

i know this is gonna sound wild. but at hogwarts, sybill was... exceedingly ordinary. she was a well behaved young lady who was assumed to be of quality breeding, and though her grandparents spoke highly of their little seer granddaughter to their friends, the kids and grandkids of those people didn’t really ... know much about this. sybill flew pretty far under the radar, and that was how she liked it. she graduated with top marks, turned of age, and started working for her grandparents on a full time basis in the little fortune teller shop they had at this point in time at the divide between knockturn alley and diagon alley - she’d already spent summers with them, so it was just one more step. still, no discernible seer talent.

very appropriately, it all started with death omens. sybill had always faked what she was seeing cause she sort of had to, so she’d always made the future sound pretty bleak - but there’s bleak and then there’s seeing grims wherever she went. a month later, her grandmother ( a woman who sybill could never decide was either a talented seer in her own right or a talented liar also ) was dead. it was sudden, and things seemed to escalate exponentially from here. within a year, her grandfather, an aunt and her own mother had passed on ; and sybill had started to notice. changes.

kinda hard not to notice the fact she was beginning to go to sleep in a very warm and cosy bed and wake up barefoot and naked in the middle of the creek at the bottom of the garden, arms raised to the sky, images seered to the back of her eyelids. sybill consulted dozens of healers. she was given dozens of different potions to aid her sleeping, she was told that she had been through a lot of loss in a short amount of time, it was natural to begin having sleeping issues and the images she saw were only NIGHTMARES, or dreams, or the echo of something normal from her subconscious. the potions didn’t work tho ! the spells, the advice, the grief counselling they sent her to... over the next while, sybill’s life really began to unravel, and she couldn’t understand it, so she definitely couldn’t explain it. 

throw everything together and mix some severe money issues in as sybill was never very good at actually running the store and was now dealing with a whole lot of confusing shit - she loses the shop, then the house, and this is what eventually brought her to albus dumbledore, where - haha ! - she made her first ever actual prophecy. fun ! sucks she doesn’t rmbr it <3 

sybill got the job based on that, but figured it was cause he liked her a lot ( he didn’t ). life straightens out somewhat, she moves into hogwarts ( did eventually buy a cottage in hogsmeade since she got married and w/e, but is back living in hogwarts now they’re divorced ), she terrifies students for many years over, blah blah blah. makes a second prophecy to harry potter ( doesn’t rmbr that one either ), fights in the battle of the astronomy tower, fights in the battle of hogwarts, yada yada yada.

i won’t say whether she ever thought herself a legitimate seer, or ever learned to think of herself as one, or ever figured that was maybe what her ( still persistent ) sleep walking was. got my thoughts ! think its fun to just leave it at : maybe ! maybe she’s a seer, maybe she’s half of one, maybe she’s a real good liar. she had plenty of practice ! either way, she really embraced her weirdness ( shoutout to mama cressida for teaching her to b weird and love every second of it ) and has spent the past couple decades just straight vibing. 

can’t think of anything else to add. come to syb if u want some wizard pot ?

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

SYBILL TRELAWNEY ( sandra oh ) is looking for their EX WIFE / PARTNER who resembles SARAH SHAHI, RENEE ELISE GOLDSBERRY, CARLA GUGINO, SARAH RAFFERTY / ANY FC and should be 45+. applicants do have to contact RACHEL / PETRIICHVRS or DISCORD to talk over the details before applying.   (   i’m really open ! mostly because i'm entirely erasing the mr higglebottom thing, so we have so much freedom here in terms of… how they met, when they fell in love, how long they were married, how they’re dealing with the co-parenting thing, etc. sybill really did love them, that much i do know - but the marriage fell apart in my mind, sometime before the battle of hogwarts. maybe during her disastrous fifth year, when professor umbridge was, you know, attempting to ruin her life. i imagine they were a bit more maternal than sybill, and probably entertained / were even quite fond of how eccentric she was for years, but just eventually… got tired of it, or of how she wasn’t really putting their homelife above hogwarts, etc, and love just… was not enough to save ‘em. i think it’d be neat if they were a professor at hogwarts, too - maybe even a canonical one, like aurora sinistra ! - and their cute little staff room moments turned into total awkwardness for everyone else at the school < / 3   )

SYBILL TRELAWNEY ( sandra oh ) is looking for their ADOPTIVE CHILD who resembles TATI GABRIELLE, ASA BUTTERFIELD, KAYLEE BRYANT, VERNON CHWE / ANY FC and should be 18 - 22. applicants do have to contact RACHEL / PETRIICHVRS or DISCORD to talk over the details before applying.   (   you have some choices ! i don’t mind whether they’re biologically her ex wifes, for example, or whether they were adopted, and if so, they absolutely could have been adopted at a later age - in fact, i think it’d be really interesting if they were. they were raised by sybill and her now ex wife, anyway, and would have attended hogwarts - unless… honestly, if u wanted to go a route of them being a squib or something i would be HERE for it - but, really, i don’t think that sybill has been the best of mothers, especially since she’s always been the sort of woman to put her ‘career’ [ which in her case is just, her being a seer ] above all else. she never would have intended to be the absent parent, and i guarantee she’s tried to be the ‘fun one’ moreso than that, but i gotta say. huge believer in acknowledging the faults of my chars. honestly, i feel like kids just aren’t her thing, and the likelihood is she decided to make them her thing for her ex wife - but she relates better to like, fully formed people, and only in more recent years has probably started to try be more of the sort of person they need. whether they’re here for that or no is absolutely up to you !   )

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Welcome, Destinee, please grab your stake on your way to your tumblr to play Daphne Greengrass here at Pandemons. We were thrilled to see how you created a brilliant family history and dynamic for Daphne—the divorce, her family connections, and how her history feeds into her choices. And her job as a translator? Inevitably going to get her (and you) broiled in more trouble than expected here.

Your request for michaela conlin. // jessica henwick FCs have been accepted.

OOC

Name: destinee.

Preferred Pronouns: she/her, they/them

Age: twenty-four.

Timezone: est.

Activity Level: if you to ask me for one of those out of ten scores i’d probably give myself about a six. i really enjoy roleplaying but i have some chronic problems that occasionally put me out of commission. i’m typically online in the late afternoon and at night.

IN CHARACTER INFORMATION

Character’s Name: daphne greengrass.

Bloodstatus: pureblood.

Birthday: october 4th, 1979.

Gender and Sexuality: cis female, bi-romantic, demisexual.

Former Hogwarts House: slytherin.

Infection: no.

Faceclaim: michaela conlin. // jessica henwick.

SHORT HEADCANON TOPICS

Occupation:

translator.

daphne has always been a bright girl, though she was never the type to flaunt it. she was never the type to draw unnecessary attention to herself, preferring to slip by in the shadows - she was perfectly content to let others take the spotlight, and the blame.

still, she did love to know things. she was quite fond of history, and loved to know the stories behind mysterious artifacts and lost treasures. on sleepless nights, she has always been found curled up in the corner of a library, reading whatever happened to catch her eye.

it was her desire to read books and inscriptions that lead to the discovery of her talent for languages. she taught herself what she could for awhile, and then she turned to her parents, begging for lessons in any language that could be taught. her parents shrugged their shoulders, and let their daughter do as she pleased. unsatisfied with simply learning french and german and russian and latin, she threw herself into the study of ancient and beast languages, and found herself among one of the few with an affinity for such things.

daphne dreamed of putting her talent to good use - of traveling the world writing journals, or translating ancient inscriptions for cursebreakers. but then her parents announced that they’d found her a husband, and daphne put her dreams on the shelf to be the lovely, loyal housewife she was expected to be.

one of the first things she did after her divorce was finalized was dust off those dreams of hers. daphne has translated ancient texts and read the inscriptions of golden sarcophagi. she has translated for ministry officials as they delicately negotiated peace with magical beings, and been the helping hand to reunite frightened tourists with their lost children. she’s quite proud of her skill and of her work.

Marital Status/Ships:

daphne remembers clearly how it felt, to sit in the common room surrounded by happy, giggling girls and not understand. whenever her friends would gossip about boys, or gush over an attractive stranger, daphne would sit in silence. she learned fairly quickly that her friends found it odd that she didn’t seem to like boys, so she learned to smile and pretend to get it, but most of the time she just didn’t. when one of her friends had confided in her that she liked girls, daphne wondered if that was perhaps why she didn’t get it … but then, she found she didn’t really understand when her friends gossiped about girls, either.

pansy would talk about draco more often than anyone wanted to hear, and for long time, it went in one ear and out the other for daphne. but then she met him, and an offhand remark became the odd conversation became a friendship. and daphne finally started to get it. because she liked draco. more than she liked anyone - or, more accurately, differently than she liked anyone else. the trouble was that pansy liked draco, and pansy was the leader of their little clique. daphne had always been taught the importance of social circles, and so she never said a word.

daphne met a girl in the library in her fifth year; a ravenclaw with a thirst for knowledge that rivaled her own and a delightfully snarky attitude. they started dating in sixth year, and their relationship held strong through the turmoil and tragedy of the war and it’s aftermath. but then her parents reminded her that she wasn’t a child anymore, and it was time she started looking for an appropriate match. daphne crushed her own heart in her hands and ended the relationship, and she quietly fears that she’ll never recover.

daphne is still raw and aching when she finds out about astoria and draco. it brings a flash of old feelings to the surface, but once more, she stomps it down. she puts on a smile, and she supports her sister at every turn. it isn’t too long after that her parents nudge her in the direction of the wizard they’ve deemed her proper match - a frenchman with a handsome face and a flawless pedigree. daphne hopes something will spark between them, but it never really does. she marries him anyway, because it’s what her parents want.

the marriage is a disaster. they have nothing in common, except for regrets. they argue over what restaurants to visit, how daphne should do her hair, whether daphne should be allowed to work. he sleeps around, but truthfully, she couldn’t care less. the moment she finds out she’s pregnant, she’s more than happy to kick him out of her bed entirely. she’s only obligated to supply him one heir, after all.

their daughter is born, and daphne falls in love. cynthia instantly becomes the center of her whole world. her husband is not so impressed. he insists he wants a son, but daphne isn’t having any of it. the relationship devolves even further, and daphne sees less and less of her husband as the months roll by. cynthia is three years old when things hit a boiling point. her husband strikes her during an argument, and daphne is enraged. she draws her wand and forcibly hurls him out of the house, and sends his things flying after him. daphne will put up with a lot of things for the sake of her family’s reputation, but not this. he returns to france, and daphne at last feels free.

romance is the last thing on daphne’s mind these days. a single mother with a career doesn’t have much time to fuss about those things, especially when they’ve never been particularly fussed in the first place. now that her sister has fallen ill, she has even less time to think about it. she has to be there for her daughter, her sister, her nephew, and for draco. just because she isn’t thinking about it, though, doesn’t mean it might not surprise her. old flames and new could be hiding around any corner.

MULTIPARAGRAPH OR MULTI-POINT TOPICS

Family

Father | Nestor Greengrass. the greengrass family is one of the truest, purest bloodlines around, and sure, that’s something to be proud of - but more importantly, that’s something to take advantage of. nestor is as crafty as a salesman can be, and he knows how to market himself and the shop. he’s carefully crafted and maintained the ideal reputation; the perfect balance of shady and trustworthy. money is truly his main motivation for nearly everything he does. he’s always encouraged his children to be intelligent, sly, and greedy. he’s certainly a selfish man, but one that does care for his family. whether or not he cares about them more than he cares for himself, though, is rather hard to tell.

Mother | Meilin Greengrass. meilin has certain expectations. there are ways that people should and should not behave. there are obligations that people must fulfill, and duties they must complete. of course people are not perfect. little mistakes may be made from time to time. the young will stray from the path every now and again, but they simply need to be guided back into their place. she has always fully expected her daughters to fall perfectly in line - and the fact that things are so imperfect? that their perfect perfect reputation has been blemished? it infuriates her.

Sister | Astoria Malfoy. daphne’s relationship with her family is a bit … complicated, but she has always loved her little sister with all of her heart. from the time they were small, daphne has always tried to look after astoria, to be the best big sister she can be. she’s always wanted to be someone astoria could look up to, and it’s motivated her a lot in her life. when she found out her sister had fallen ill, she was devastated.

Daughter | Cynthia Greengrass. daphne never really thought much about being a mother. she supposes she’s always been a bit mother; she can recall the many times her sister would roll her eyes and say, “okay, mom” or the way pansy would sometimes groan and snap “you aren’t my mother.” she’s always known that she would have kids one day. it was one of her responsibilities, after all. continue the family line. but she still didn’t really think about it. even throughout her pregnancy, daphne didn’t really think of herself as a mother. she felt more like a bloated bus than anything else. but then she held her daughter in her arms for the first time, and it felt like the world shifted. her daughter is her sun and her sky and all of the stars. she would do anything to keep cynthia safe, and to make her happy. and if anyone were to threaten her sweet, wonderful little girl … she wouldn’t rest until they paid for it.

Childhood/Hogwarts

most people would say knockturn alley is no place for children, but to daphne, it’s simply home. she had spent her early years young and fearless, running down cobblestone streets, dodging the hags that often lurked in the crowds, admiring the dark artifacts her father sold, spying on the illicit clinic her mother ran. perhaps it warped her perspective a bit; perhaps she doesn’t always fear things that she should; but no one can deny that it’s blessed her with nerves of steel.

daphne is a little surprised to be sorted into slytherin. she had thought herself a bit more like her ravenclaw mother than her slytherin father, but she fits easily into the ranks. daphne attaches herself to pansy parkinson within the first few weeks of their first year. pansy is a bigot and a bully and a pureblood, and daphne knows immediately she wants to behind her and not in her way.

daphne makes friends and she gets good grades, but she’s never the center of attention, and that’s the way she likes it. it’s much easier to get away with breaking rules when people are paying more attention to the troublemakers; and people are much more forgiving when they have a worse example to compare you to.

hogwarts becomes a home away from home for her. she finds a sense of peace and simple joy there that she just doesn’t have at home. she loves her parents, she truly does, but that doesn’t mean they were truly good parents. her mother’s presence feels almost crushing sometimes; like her expectations have a physical weight and they’ve perched themselves right on daphne’s lungs and when she fails it feels like she can’t breathe. no one looks at her like they’re waiting for her to fail at hogwarts.

that peace is shattered by voldemort’s return. she watches the people around her change; sees the way the pressure warps and twists them, the way some of them just crack and chip away. suddenly it feels like everyone is watching everyone all the time; constantly on a knife’s edge. she knows what side she’s supposed to be on, but she can’t help but just want it all to end, no matter who wins.

daphne tries to be the sturdy one. she tries to be there for people, do whatever little thing she can for them. sit with them, talk with them, bring them tea, steal sweets from the kitchens. she knows how the rest of the school has started to feel about slytherins - even the ones who don’t deserve it. if no one else will be here for them, she’ll do it all herself.

Post Hogwarts

daphne is exhausted and the world around her is in shambles. she tries to be there for her family and for her friends - for the ones that are left, as they try to put the pieces back together. it doesn’t feel like enough. she doesn’t feel the same anymore. she can’t imagine how the others must feel. the ones who were truly in the middle of it.

she finds happiness in the brief moments she can spend alone with her girlfriend, just the two of them, peaceful and quiet. her mother tells her it’s about time she end her little fling, and daphne’s heart sinks to the floor. her mother reminds her that she must have known this relationship wouldn’t last long. her girlfriend was a half-blood, after all, and not fit for marriage. daphne does as she’s told. her girlfriend doesn’t understand, and daphne can’t blame her.

she sinks into a deep depression after the messy end of her relationship, and finds that she can’t stand to be alone with her thoughts - or with her mother. she starts making anonymous donations to charities and to projects to help rebuild. she throws herself back into learning languages and reading books. she avoids the world.

it’s astoria’s announcement of her engagement to draco that shakes daphne out of her daze. she has a few mixed emotions. it feels a little odd to see her sister engaged to her old crush; it feels a bit painful to see her sister engaged at all, after the end of her relationship. but more than anything … astoria didn’t tell her. all of their lives they had trusted each other with everything, and yet her baby sister hadn’t told her she was going to be engaged? for a moment, she’s angry. and then she realizes that it’s her fault. she’d been pushing her sister away without even realizing it.

daphne puts all of her energy into working through her depression after that. she’s determined to be there for her sister, come hell or high water. she reappears in the social scene, starts to go out with friends again, and ignores her mother a little less.

she’s introduced to her future husband not too long after her sister’s engagement, and they attend the wedding together. astoria doesn’t like him much, but daphne thinks he’s tolerable, and their mother seems very keen that they date. daphne regrets not taking her sister’s doubts more seriously, looking back on it.

daphne is a reluctant and miserable housewife for the course of their marriage. the birth of their daughter brightens her life; she loves being a mother. but she only hates her husband more.

the day her divorce was finalized she used her wand to send up fireworks in the street and laughed like she hadn’t laughed in years. she was free, and goddamnit, she was going to be happy.

she loves her work, and she loves her daughter. being a single working mother suits her far better than being a married housewife ever did. she’s happier than she’s ever been in her life … and then her sister falls ill, and daphne wonders if the sky will ever stop crashing down on her.

Current

daphne only really has one priority these days, and that priority is her family’s well-being.

daphne tries not to worry cynthia. she’s only a child, after all. she should be enjoying her time at hogwarts, not weighed down by tragedy. she knows she can’t keep cynthia completely in the dark; she’s a smart kid, and she’s very close to her cousin. still, daphne can ease her mind with sugar coated words and gentle promises … even if they so often taste like bitter lies.

whenever daphne has the time to read, she spends it pouring over anything and everything that might possibly help her sister. her reputation and skill set gives her access to a lot of unusual material, and she hopes one day it will help her dear sister.

she spends a lot of time with her daughter and with scorpius, always happy to look after her nephew or offer a helping hand to her sister and her husband. she loves scorpius as much as she loves her own daughter, and she’s promised her sister she would look after him.

she’s also promised to look after draco, and that’s proving much more of a challenge. she worries about him getting into trouble, crossing the wrong line, catching the wrong person’s attention. she wants to protect him, like she promised she would, but at the same time - how could she ever ask him to take a step back? she’s as desperate to cure her sister as he is; but she doesn’t want to lose him in the process, either.

Plots

i would love for daphne’s talents as a translator to come in handy for a plot, or plots. it’s an interesting passion of hers, and i love the idea of people coming to her to translate old writing, or ancient inscriptions, or people or magical beings.

daphne was the absolute mom of slytherin, but she also dropped off the map for awhile after the war. i would love to have her reconnect with old friends, or at least try to. bonus points if daphne still gets to mother them.

give me messy, complicated relationships please. romantic and platonic. i’m here for that shit.

potentially interested in the absolute panic of daphne being temporarily infected but we’ll see how things go.

daphne’s got a lot of money to throw around and i like the idea of someone approaching her to invest in something - some kind of charity, big event, business. they would need to win her over, of course, but it’d be interesting to have daphne really show her social/business/money skills.

daphne’s wanted to have more kids ever since she had cynthia, so that might come up at some point. whether she goes through with it, and how she goes about it, would depend entirely on how things end up happening in the roleplay.

Other

usually i have a pinterest board read before hand but it’s 2 am right now and i need to crash, so here is where the pinterest board will be. hopefully i put some stuff in it before y'all see it but if not … i’ll link it again later or something.