#soemthing to lift the mood

[angelismmm]

𝄞 — capitano, tartaglia/childe (gn afab reader) — ❝ you're both ours, don't complain. ❞

summary: you were a rather cute secretary that was under capitano, a well known, and mighty harbinger. walking in on your boss and the 11th harbinger having a duel, deciding to have a change of plans the moment you walked in.

a/n: i've been trying to write this for so long but prince kaeya had to come first 😔😔.. ok but i'm so sorry posting some thing later than usual schedule, school finally started and not that proud of my exam scores, writing is fr my only escape <;/3

warnings: nsfw, threesome, dom!capitano, dom!tartaglia/childe, sub!reader, pussy eating,

being capitano's secretary, doing groceries, helping him out with paperwork, is the usual, but every year, there comes a time where capitano gets into the mood, and need to take it out on something, or someone, whether it'd be stress, or sexual frustration. and you.. ohh you.. you were really just the cutie he needed.

tartaglia, the youngest of harbingers. you've met him before, what a pretty man! he was very much somewhat carefree, constantly asking every good fighter he meets for a spar. he always asked your boss to duel a ton too! you understand why though, capitano is quite strong, and big~

although, you definitely didn't know how tartaglia had convinced capitano into sparring with him. maybe he felt bad? oh well. but it was just a normal day, finishing up a bit of paperwork for capitano, wanting to see if they both had finished.

"hi sir! are you.. finished?" peaking through the door of the room, watching them both covered in sweat, tired from fighting, clothing almost torn off fully. getting flustered and apologizing till a huge hand grabs you by your waist

a husky voice whispers into your ears "stay. i believe i need help with a special something. actuslly me and my good friend, childe." pulling you back to the position him and tartaglia were in. "i- anything for you sir?" stammering over your words, yet confused, placing you on his lap, revealing what was under your skirt, nothing (lol), "dirty girl, wanting to be fucked so bad." he said taking off your shirt, chest being revealed, "oh, you must be so excited, already wet for us hm?" childe questions, slowly sinking his tongue into your pussy, licking your clit, as capitano's hands rub over your boobs. chulde lapping at your juices like it's his last meal, or beter yet his first meal in a long time, but it's true that he's never tasted something better than his cooking.

both of them pleasuring you, making you closer and closer to finishing, to reach your high. feeling a knot in your stomach, fonally breaking you cum all over childe's mouth, and he's glad to clean of your mess. "that feel good, cutie?" looking happier than ever, chukde wipes off any excess cum from his face, "i'm very sure my little secretary enjoyed it." capitano replied, he lifts you up so his cock can enter you, feeling his head, what if it.. it didn't fit? how is soemthing so big supossed to fit in your tight hole?

your ass is already so tired, and slowly you felt tartaglia put his cock in your mouth, making you slowly rock back and forth (indeed you are on all fours..), for hours on end. you fainted after they both finally released inside you, next thing you saw, you woke up in capitano's room, as he was reading something to you, "i'm sorry about last night.. we both brought you here, taetaglia would like to give you this." a little box of chocolates, jewelry, and a note that says "sorry for rearranging your insides, please accept this apology."

[everythingthemoontouches]

✨Mercury in Gatorade

🪶Pick a Card cuz we all need a cosmic timeout. To think🧠 And stuff🫀

September 27th - October 19th

Pick a Card masterlist 💞💦

Choose a circle from this Olympics logo 💖

General message for the collective

Butterfly. Wings of change. Cruella de vils. Cruelty. Every villain has a backstory. If you walked a mile in their shoes you'd seethe at injustice too. Red riding hood and polka dots. Childlike innocence. The Before. Threads of fate are interconnected. The past, present and future are are not so hard to distinguish and separate from the other. They're enmeshed closer than you think. Cut some cords. Reflect. Review. Detach. Revise. Incorporate the horrors of the past and work your way through. We recreate that which we don't try to understand and feel.

Bad things happen when people feel unloved.

Desprate for food, attention, shelter, love.

Hate the crime, not the criminal.

Now pick a pile from the Olympic ring circle

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1. Two little Witches 30 blue (volleyball)

declutter

Cry it out. Tears clean your eyes.

Old clothes need mending.

Broom. Sweep it away. Bees.

Housewarming puja. Do a cleanse or banishment ritual .

Childhood friends. Love. Here is the church and there is the steeple. We sure are cute for 2 ugly people.

No stop. No more ugly, negative, bullying thoughts about you. I won't stand for it.

Reprogram your brain. Listen to positive affirmations before bed.

Instead of calling yourself dumb, ugly, etc, or whatever horrid inner dialogue you have with yourself say soemthing positive.

Clear out the trash talking. Bad habits always need to be replaced by something new. The easiest xamooe I can't think of is someone trying to wake up early. Instead of hating on yourself for always being late, say I beliwve I will wake up at xyz time.

Say it like a prayer if you wish. I will wake up at 8 o clock. I will wake up at 8 o clock. (or whenever/whatever you need to) the law of attraction isn't a joke.

I don't believe you can randomly manifest a billion dollars in a day. But I do believe that if you repeat soemthing often enough you star to believe it and act towards it soon enough.

That's the secret to the law of attraction action and manifesting your hearts desire. Make room for belief. Make space for positive action. It starts in the mind. Declutter toxic thoughts, spaces, clean your room. Air it out. Write down your goals. Google peopep successfully at what you do. Use wiki how. Teach yourself things. Find out.

Research ways to do your thing.

Get rid of shit that doesn't help you. Throw it away if it's bringing you down.

In the movie dear zindagi, Alia's therapist tells her that if she wanted to go climb a mountain there's no need to start with the biggest one.

And there's no need to kill yourself to make a point. Start with a small, scaleable hill. Start with the smaller, Easier, doable task. Build your confidence and Build stamina.

Small changes won't cure All your problems magically, but it will make you feel marginally better and take away the stress of having a 100 problems.

But now since you have lesser things to deal with you'd have more mental bandwidth to devote to the more tricky challenges you're dealing with. Let's get going shall we? 😊💙

2.Violet Angel 23 (weight lifting)

tired

Hurt and comfort. Self soothe. Picking up the pieces.

Have you seen those Insta reels that go - Everything sucks. Just kidding. Everything is great. Or maybe it isn't. But you know what? Nothing is permanent.

You're on a roll coaster. Somtimes it's fun. Sometimes it's just scary. Life is a ride you can't avoid.

There's this story about a court jester who was asked by a King to write down something that would make Kingman happy when he was sad but would upset him if he read it when he was in a good mood. Now obviously this pompous little Leo, oops I mean, brat, I mean royalty figure(sorry leos) thought he did something really cool and outsmarted the jester. But nah. This guy surprised him by doing just as he was asked to. Do you know what he wrote down?

This too shall pass.

OK, so will your sadness. It's gonna fade into happiness soon enough. You've been through the worst of the storm. Now you get to enjoy the cool breeze and flowers that follow.

I saw this psotivity quote that went ' if you're going through hell keep going, why would you stop there' and if someone chirped that to me when I was frustrated, angry, miserable I'd probably clop them in the face like ' listen you rotten excuse for A Percy Jackson, I'm tired, also my backpack has a tonne of stones and hell is literally on fire+ my feet are burnt so don't you fuckin come at me with that witticism if you're not planning to put me in a wheelchair and wheel me through hell'

There's no magickal elevator that opens up when u pass a trial in hell. But I've heard that the Queen of Hell is also a Goddess of flowers and once a year she returns to the land of the living. That day isn't far off. You can go with her.

It's gonna get better for you.

All of the hurt, pain, sadness, heartbreak will be a thing of the past. Dry your tears, drink some rose milk and go to sleep. Happy days are coming.

Have you ever watched Titanic and wondered if Rose had managed to keep Jack afloat a few moments longer? How different their lives could have been...

It's either sink or swim untill help arrives. The Violet Angel Soemtimes shows up to indicate a new love, fried ship, loving relationship or some kind of help.

I know it's dark out and all that jazz, but when the ghpusl leave and the vampires go to sleep the sky turns pink

This dark night of the soul is coming to an end. You'll be happier than you've ever been. Just you wait and see!

3.Grumpy Red Fairy 8(cycling)

change and transformation

Get angry if anger is what you truly feel.

Are u tired of other people expecting you to live talk breathe act sing fart a certain way? Well it's no business of theirs.

Let the facade drop. Take off the social mask. (not the physical Covid safety ones).

Pretending is tiring and drains energy real quick.

In order to be truly loved we have to go through the terrifying ordeal of being known. 😬

People who are living a lie are always irked by those who don't chop away parts of themself to fit in.

Why cut your foot to squeeze into Cinderella's shoe? That glass slipper was certainly not meant for you . And while we're on the subject you wouldn't have been happy with Cinderella's Prince Charming either. There's something out there that's more right and made for you.

Why try so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?

Be you. Be real. Be authentic. And if that pisses some people off so mote it be.

No more lies.

Reblog to save this message.

4.i am Kali chabhi 13 (javelin throw)

Key in

Death. Change. Transformation.

Energy goes where attention flows.

Nursery rhyme - London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. (Break it down.) Build it up with iron bars,iron bars, iron bars my fair lady

Adapt or perish.Destruction. Demolition before rebuilding.

Those who resist change are the first to die out.

When the storm winds blow the stubborn oak topples but it's the willow that survives.

The old ways will not serve you in the new world. Cut your losses. And start over. Change your outlook. Accept changing circumstance and respond according to it.

Modern problems require modern solutions.

Goddess Kali hodls your hand as you cut cords with your resistance to change and she helps you walk through the flames into a new reality.born anew. Like Danaerys stepping into the flames and emerging as the mother of dragons.

Kali Maa is clearing all that is leeching off your energy, draining your strength, and abrading those relationships that cannot do anything but keep you stuck.

Test of strength. Rejoice in the purification of stale energy.

Sometimes things have to fall apart for better things to fall in place 💙 stay strong Pile 4, you'll survive 💪💯

5. ghosts of the past 42 (archery)

I don't have my glasses

Clear the debris. You have a chance to rehash old issues and clear them once and for all. Now is a good time to let it go.

Squinting.

Closure.

We forgive people so that we can release the pain and bitterness they left behind in our heart.

Move on from the past.

Your past shapes you but it doesn't have to define you. The present moment is always a choice. You are the author in a choose your own adventure. Some quests are scripted. But a whole lot of it is not.

When you take off your mask, you must turn around and confront others living a charade.

Where mad Men rule, it's considered out of fashion to be wise.

See, a lot of versions of us exist in other people's head but it's time to stop allowing others to write your narrative for you.

Maybe you have made some questionable or even embarrassing life choices s in thr past.so what? If you know better now, act better.

Yeah? Say if you're trying to give up a bad habit and x, y, z comes along talking about your gambling or street mugger days, you can actually say ' well actually that's not who I am anymore.' like Phoebe does IN friends. She got off the streets and made a whole new life for herself.

Make room for the person you are blossoming into. Flowers need space to grow.

Leveling up journey. You can escape poverty, your bad habits, challenges, addictions, etc. You have the power to rewrite your life story by virtue of actions and day tod at decisions. It's okay to cut off people who try to stop you from outgrowing them.

Old friends, acquaintances could be popping up in your life to remind you either of how far you've come or that there's still some work to be done in areas you that you had settled already.

It's okay be forgiving. Be greatful to yourself. Do past, present, future you a solid one and stay focused on your growth.

As long as you're learning from your mistakes, you're doing good 💕

We're only defeated when we stop trying

Abhi mujh may kahi Bali thodi so Hai zindagi - I still have a little fight left in me. 10 of swords energy. For some if you you're the first in a family line to do something great. Changing the course for someone . Showing people it's possible to improve ones situation. Inspiring them. But most of all believing in yourself enough to do the thing. And being gracious when you make mistakes along the way 🌱🌹

I'm so proud 🥺 of you, Pile 5. Keep going 👏you're doing so well

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

That's all the cards had to say folks. The rest is up to you ♥️good luck, and godspeed 💫

Please reblog if you think this could help someone 💕

If this is your first time on my blog, hi bestie!☺️you might like my

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Astrology observations+ answers 🔥

[aprettyweirgirl]

Lin NS/FW HC's

When Lin gets into the mood her shoulders tense, a light blush is seen and she tends to either adjust her self sitting or goes to pace.

She absolutely loves it when you call her beautiful as she gets kisses along her neck.

She loves it when she feels the nails against her skin, tracing her tattoos on her back or legs or arms.

Lin can't leave the bed without having to mark them. Leaving a few hickeys or even a bite mark, just anything to ward off assholes.

Lin loves having her hair pulled. She especially loves it when she's being taken from behind.

She absolutely loves roleplaying. Her being the chief obviously and you being the jailer. But sometimes she would allow them to switch roles and she be the jailer.

She loves being edged and when she truly wants it she'll tell you.

Lin gets horny often and she usually takes a cold shower or uhh... *ahem*flick the bean*cough*

During sex, she either loves pinning the person down by their hands or have them pinned her down. (But it varies)

Lin is definitely into pegging men/women. She finds it absolutely empowering.

Of course bondage is always an option, she just needs to know the person.

Lin definitely has a few p^rn magazines and hides them under her bed. After all, who's gonna know? XD

She adores being called baby girl when she subs. She loves being choked and loves being marked. (Why else does she live in her suit 24/7 owo)

This might be just me but she loves it when her feet are tickled. It does soemthing to her and she hates it. Secretly loves it. XD. (No attack me owo)

She has a thing of toys but you'll never find it till she wants you to.

Lin finds it thrilling when she gets slammed into walls, desks or even lifted. She likes it rough.

If she sleeps with a top, she usually fights for dominance. Like hate sex where everyone beating each other and kisses, tears each others clothes off.

She mostly loves doing oral sex whether I be man or woman. She's really good at it and enjoys seeing the look of pleasure strike her lovers of the night.

Lin likes hate sex because it makes her heart race.

Lin loves having sex in public places and loves the thrill of it. Any moment people could see her, the esteemed chief of police getting railed XD (*coughs in exhibitionist*)

Wow that is longer than I thought. 😅 sorry owo

(I can make more for Kya and Izumi if need be owo)

hmmm 👀👀

[kadssp]

DONT HOLD BACK MAN,, IM SO INTERESTED WHAT YOUR THOUGHTS ON JERRY ARE TBF

Jerry is like a soccer dad whenever he has to hunch over, I promise you he'll either make himself scarce and kneel down so you can be the one to pull his face up to pepper it with kisses!! That or he'll try to sit down and pat their thigh to motion you over. It's the thought that counts, he doesn't want to always make you feel small always checking if your comfortable! Trust me if you wanted him to be bigger for you that Jerry will provide.

ALSO YES, FULLY YES. The ongoing dispute that seems to follow Jerry around whenever Monty catches a second glance at the big janitor holding a tiny thing like you so gently? Kinda irks the bot just a bit more than usually, so you know he'll be trying to flirt with you and making mean weirdly homoerotic comments towards Jerry which the janitor seems to brush off pretty easily since you're in his arms but will politely flip the gator off if Monty tries to be a little too handsy

But to add on last but not least he's one of the first to figure out soemthings up with the animatronics, it's hard to see how he knew so quickly but no one seems to notice when Jerry stops taking the larger jobs simply thinking he's getting too old for this. But what's worse is the once slightly petty one-sided arguments Vanessa used to have with the janitor, have turned into fuller arguments with Jerry finally replying and sounds hateful to genuine degrees. Whenever the blonde is on security patrols, you'll never be in the area. One place you'll see more often though is Bonnie Bowl since it seems Jerry can't give up that area no matter what

i am barking respectfully at jerry from a safe distance now.

to hold their face in my hands omfggggg to attack his face in kisses while holding him>>>>>

no because what if after an argument with vanessa, just seeing you makes them feel calmer :( and now he just wants to focus on you because seeing you smile and laugh lifts his mood that was soured by the heated talk with the blonde from earlier.

OMG IF HE TAUGHT ME RUSSIAN WORDS THOUGH??? teach me all the swear words /hj no because if he like called you a nickname in russian and they just tell you what it means and then you try to use it for them too??? my heart is gooey and soft for him istg. idk maybe i’m talking silly rn i am very tired even after my nap >_>

[maaaaaatryoshka0325]

Shattered Sky - Hwang Hyunjin Zombie Apocalypse AU Part 4

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Cover board by @eashmo201

Your eyes looked proudly at all of the planted crops, the newly built shelters for Belle and Daisy, and goats. The new chicken coop held the hens and roosters well, a little divider to keep them separated until it was time for new chicks. You sat with Belle, stroking her neck as she kept her head on your thigh, Daisy laying beside the both of you.

The goats were wandering about, grazing. You closed your eyes as you felt the gentle breeze lightly brush your face, the weather making you in a good mood. You felt Belle lift her head and you opened your eyes and looked over, seeing Kin approach you.

“Hey Kin.” You greeted him with a smile.

“Hey Noona, Hyunjin wants to see you.” He said, smiling back at you.

“Oh? What for?” You asked, slowly getting up and brushing yourself off.

“Not sure, he just asked me to come and get you.” Kin said, petting Daisy’s neck.

You followed Kin to the tall building Hyunjin was always in, following him into Hyunjin’s make shift office. You both walked in and Hyunjin turned towards you, his dark eyes meeting yours.

“Thank you for bringing her Kin, you can continue what you were doing.” Hyunjin said, dismissing Kin.

“Okay Hyung.” Kin said, bowing to Hyunjin and walking out of the room.

Kin left and you gave Hyunjin a confused look. He leaned back against the desk and looked at you.

“I need you to come to town with me. I have to find mouse poisoning, and Woobin said you have been to that town and might be able to help me find it. I was going to ask Woobin or Hoseok to go, but they’re busy teaching how to make long bows and arrows.” He explained.

“Okay. Should I bring my weapons?” You asked.

He nodded and walked with you to your cottage as you grabbed your long bow and some knives. He looked at you curiously and tilted his head.

“Do you not keep guns?” He asked.

“I don’t like using them too much.” You told him, walking by him and to the truck.

The drive there was pretty quiet, neither of you talking. He brought the truck to a stop right before the town, just having to cut through some woods. You both got out when you noticed a small bundle in the middle of the road. You slowly walked over and noticed it was a cat, her eyes opened as it looked like a large animal had bitten her. You checked the wound and sighed in relief when you realized it wasn’t a walker bite, but that of maybe a wolf or bear. You ran your hand along her fur and realized her belly was sagging.

“She just had kittens.” You said, looking back at Hyunjin.

“And?” He asked.

“And you know what they eat?” You asked, arching a brow. “Mice. If we can find and take in the kittens until they’re bigger then they can take care of the mouse problem, and we won’t need to keep looking for poisoning.”

His eyes seemed thoughtful as he nodded. You lifted the cats body, hoping if the kittens smell it then they might become vocal. You both slowly walked through when you heard tiny squeals and walked over to a tree, where a small hole sat in it. Five tiny kittens were bundled together, mewing loudly as they smelt their mother.

You were about to take off your hoodie when you noticed the way Hyunjin was looking at them.

“Do you want to hold them?” You asked.

“I’m allergic to cat fur.” He said lowly.

“Oh... Sorry.” You apologized, picking the kittens up and putting them in your hoodie along with the mother cat.

“You’re getting blood all over your hoodie.” Hyunjin pointed out.

“It’s okay, blood comes off.” You said, lifting the bundle of kittens and walking back to the truck.

“I’m sure we can find kitten formula while in the town.” You said, putting them in the back seat then locking the doors.

You both walked through the woods until the small town came up, and you led Hyunjin through it. Cars were scattered everywhere, front doors wide open and broken. Bodies still lay on the ground, decaying and forgotten. You made your way into a store, looking around for the mouse poisoning. You picked up a couple boxes along with some mouse traps.

Hyunjin walked in and grabbed a few as well, throwing them into his bag.

“We should find some kitten formula. I think there’s a pet store close to her.” You said.

He nodded and followed you around the town until you came to the pet store, grabbing a few tins of the powdered kitten formula and bottles. You zipped up your bag as he kept watches, glancing at you.

“Have everything you need?” He asked.

You nodded and put your bag and bow back on your back before following after Hyunjin. You both walked through the town and out into the woods, when he stopped you. You looked up and saw a large buck, it’s head turned towards the both of you. You let out a small chuckle and reached into your bag, digging out some of the feed you kept with you. He looked at you questioningly as the buck began to approach you.

It slowly stuck it’s snout out and ate the feed from your opened hand. It’s lips tickled your palm and you smiled, making Hyunjin look at you.

“Shouldn’t you be shooting a bow at it?” He asked.

You let out a soft chuckle and took some more feed out, dumping some in Hyunjin’s hand. He glanced at you as you cupped your hand under his bigger one, moving it towards the buck. It slowly reached its head foreword, eating the feed off of his hand as well. He smiled at it as you led his hand out to the buck’s neck. His long, pretty fingers were gentle as he ran them along his neck, a small smile on his face as you withdrew your hands.

“You don’t have to kill something every time you see it.” You said to him with a small smile.

He smiled at the buck and you couldn’t help but admire it. His teeth were a pretty shade of white, and his smile made his handsome face light up. You haven’t seen him really smile since you had gotten there, and you couldn’t understand why he never smiled. He looked so pretty when he did as he ran his fingers along the bucks neck.

The buck lifted its head and pranced away from you both. Hyunjin raised himself and began to lead you back to the truck. You checked the kittens, you were mewling loudly from being hungry.

“I’ll have to free them right when we get back.” You said.

“Minho and Jisung will be happy. Especially Minho.” Hyunjin said.

“Really?” You asked.

“They’re cat people.” He said with a small smile.

When you both got back, you opened the door and slid down the seat and onto the ground, holding the kittens tightly. Minho walked over to greet Hyunjin and you smiled at him.

“I have something for you.” You said.

He gave you a confused looked and you showed him the kittens, making his eyes widen and huge smile stretch across his face.

“Oh my god.” He gasped, looking down at them.

His eyes saddened when he saw the mom, his hands gently rubbing her fur.

“It looks like she got into a fight with soemthing. I brought kitten formula.” You said.

He nodded and took the kittens so you could bury the mother. You found a spot near the garden and buried her near some of the flowers you grew (the non medicinal flowers) you put a small stone over her grave and stood up, turning around and bumping straight into Hoseok.

“Aish! Why were you standing so close?” You asked, rubbing your forehead.

“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d turn around that fast.” Hoseok laughed.

You rubbed your forehead and looked at him, tilting your head.

“What’s up?” You asked

“I was just checking on you, Kin told me you went out with Hyunjin today.” He said.

“Yeah, I found some kittens and we grabbed mouse poisoning and kitten formula.” You told him.

“He’s not weird with you, is he?” He asked.

“No? I don’t think he likes me at all.” You sighed.

“Well, he doesn’t have too.” Hoseok laughed, wrapping an arm over your shoulder. “Cause I’d say you’re the bees knees.”

You pushed him by his chest and laughed, shaking your head.

“You’re too funny Hoseok.” You giggled.

He smiled at you and ruffled your hair, making you laugh.

“Y/N, Hoseok!”

You both turned to see Woobin walking over.

“We’re gonna do another teaching on how to make weapons, you two should join.” He said.

You both nodded and followed Woobin back to one of the large buildings, coming to a room where Minho, Jeongin, and Jisung were in. They all greeted you and you smiled when you saw the bundle of kittens in a small make shift incubator that Minho and Jisung made, the five of them snuggled up closely to each other.

“How are they doing?” You asked Minho as you bent down and looked at them.

“Good! They eat a lot.” He laughed.

“You have to feed them every two hours.” You giggled.

“That’s often.” Jisung laughed. “Like me.”

You and Jeongin giggled at that, before turning to Woobin, who was getting ready to show them more ways to make weapons out of the materials.

“You can even use bones as a way to make weapons, as the bones are strong. We used these beetles,” he lifted up a small container of beetles for everyone to see. “To eat off the remaining skin and meat on the bones, then we clean the bones and can make them into what we need. The handle on Y/N’S bow is a bone from a buck, and it’s very sturdy.”

You took your bow from your back and showed it to them, and everyone looked shocked at it. Minho ran his fingers along it, his eyes glistening.

“It’s so smooth and strong.” Jisung said, also running his fingers along it.

“We can show you guys how to make everything, but Y/N might need to go hunting again so we have more materials.” Woobin said.

You nodded and Hoseok showed his knives, showing them the handles.

“These are all bones and buck antlers, deer are very useful to us. Hunting should be a main part of life here, and we’ll all gladly show you how to hunt.” He said.

“Do you hunt anything else?” Kin asked.

“Of course! Bears, wolves, foxes, rabbits, birds, they’re all good to hunt. Deer are just on the larger scale compared to rabbits and birds, and not as dangerous as bears, wolves, and foxes.” Woobin said.

“Is it difficult to kill a bear or wolf?” Jisung asked.

“It can be, we didn’t use guns too much because the sound draws too much attention. We usually used bows and arrows and knives. We have guns too, but we only used them in case of a walker incident or if we absolutely needed too.” Hoseok explained.

The others looked pretty impressed as Woobin pulled the last of the bucks antler out.

“Now, for the lesson.”

You watched the way Hoseok and Woobin worked together, as if they were one person. The two of them seemed to have gotten over whatever fued they both had in the beginning, and you giggled.

“What?” Hoseok asked.

“You two hated each other back when we first got here, and now you two seem close.” You giggled.

“He’s always stuck up my ass.” Woobin said.

“That’s not my decision!” Hoseok protest, making you and Woobin laugh.

“He’s a good kid.” Woobin said.

“Should I start calling you dad now?” Hoseok asked with a teasing smirk.

“Don’t even think about it.” Woobin said, narrowing his eyes.

You and Hoseok laughed and you shook your head, finishing the last part of the knife handle.

“That’s so pretty noona.” Kin said with a smile.

“Thank you, it’s pretty simple.” You said with a smile.

You heard a siren blast your ears and you all looked at each other.

“Something happened.” Minho said, grabbing the box of kittens and running outside.

You all followed Minho out of the building, and you gasped as you saw Felix limping through the entrance with a small group of the survivors. They were all bleeding and looked scared.

“What happened?” You turned and saw Hyunjin approaching them, his eyes narrowed. “Where’s everyone else?”

“We were attacked by another group.” Felix panted, holding a gushing wound on his shoulder.

“Y/N, Kin, go and get some medical supplies. Jeongin, find out whose in the worst condition and work on them first.” Hyunjin said, weaving through the crowd and checking everyone.

You and Kin dashed to the small medical building, grabbing everything you could.

“There’s sterile needles and antiseptic ointments upstairs, I’ll get them.” Kin said.

“I’ll grab them, just run all of the stuff you have to them.” You said.

Kin nodded as you ran up the stairs and into the storage room. You grabbed some needles and ointments when you heard a clank. Your turned your head and looked around but didn’t see anything, so you just shrugged it off and grabbed whatever you needed, when a smell hit your nose. You turned and saw flames in the doorway, raging high up. You gasped and backed away, quickly looking around. You found a few buckets that held water, used to stop leaks. You quickly threw as much water as you could on the flames, but it had spread too quickly. You instantly grabbed as much supplies as you could save, choking and coughing on the smoke.

You lifted yourself and closed your eyes before rushing through a small opening, wincing as you burnt your upper shoulder as it had been caught in a flame, grateful you wore a tank top, or you’d be on fire. You coughed and choked as you stumbled down the stairs, your legs giving out as you tumbled down the last few stairs. You wheezed and tried to crawl out, but your head felt much too heavy. You laid there, tears in your eyes as you watched the flames slowly start to come down the stairs.

“Y/N!” Kin yelled as he ran towards the burning building.

“You can’t go in there!” An older man grabbed him, holding him tightly. “It’s too dangerous!”

“Y/N?! Where is she?!” Hoseok asked, running up to the building.

Woobin grabbed him and pulled him back.

“You’ll get yourself killed if you go in there!” He yelled.

“I have to save her!” Hoseok yelled, fighting against Woobin.

“I’ll go in! I’ll get her!” Woobin yelled.

But before Woobin could do anything, a flash ran into the building. Hyunjin had run in.

Hyunjin quickly made his way around, holding an oxygen mask in his face. He looked around and saw you laying there, quickly dripping down and pulling the oxygen mask off himself and slipping it over your face. He lifted you into his arms and quickly ran out as the glass windows burst. He kneeled over you and cradled you, making sure nothing hit you.

“Y/N!” Hoseok called as he and Woobin ran over to you.

Kin dropped down next to you, tears pouring down his face.

“I should’ve been the one to go upstairs! I’m so sorry Noona.” He cried.

Hyunjin put his head on your chest and listened for a heart beat, before ripping the oxygen mask off your face.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Hoseok yelled, about to push Hyunjin.

He stopped when he saw Hyunjin pump your chest, pushing his lips into yours as he gave you CPR. Hoseok threaded his fingers through his hair as tears filled his eyes. Everyone was silent as Hyunjin kept pumping your chest, until you started to cough and choke.

A sigh of relief came from everyone as Hoseok dropped next to you, Kin holding your hand. Hyunjin cradled you in his arms, his pretty fingers running along your face.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” He asked.

Your eyes fluttered open and you nodded, squeezing Kin’s hand. Everyone sighed in relief as Hoseok held your face, tears spilling down his face.

“Oh god Y/N, don’t scare me like that!” He whispered, dropping his head into your shoulder.

You looked up and saw a large hose attached to a fire hydrant, the fire going out.

“Our medical supplies...” Kin gasped.

“What the fuck happened?” Minho asked, bending down next to you.

“Was it an electrical fire?” Jisung asked, his eyes on the building.

You lightly tugged on Hyunjin’s shirt and he looked down at you.

“I’m gonna bring you to your cottage to rest.” He said, going to put the oxygen mask back over your mouth.

You pushed it off trying to get words out, making his eyes narrow.

“Y/N you need that.” Woobin said.

“It was on purpose.” You croaked.

“What?” Kin asked, looking at you.

Hyunjin gave you a confused look and you took a deep breath, trying to get your voice back.

“There was someone else in the building.” You rasped. “I saw them. They did it on purpose.”

[the-house-of-the-nine]

In Mind of Misery: Reflections, Part 3

[Forward:  Since the end of “In Depths Below” the Nine have been busy trying to reclaim Lazarius’ family fortune, rebuilding, and forging new allies.  We are current in the WoW Timeline with this entry, NZoth has risen, the world is in chaos, and now, the Council of Nine are at a disadvantage.  New Readers, please note each of the roleplayers as the following...

[ L.K ] - Lazarius Kashebahl,  Algus Kross, Doctor Whistletorque, Marseille

[ V.D ]  Verzatea Duskflame , Pame

[ S.K ] Siida-Ray Kashebahl

[ K.A ] Koltun Ancientveil

[ J ] Jursol (AND JIMBA!)

And as always, thank you so much for continued support, posting, reblogs, likes and friendly messages!  Please enjoy! ]

[ V.D ]   Verza fought to hide her minor spike of amusement, her eyes swiftly narrowing as she coaxes the writing utensil away. The enchanted pen lifts from her delicate palm to return to hovering its ink dipped tip above the open journal.

"A one way mirror?" She offers a simplistic explanation for the abomination growth upon his figure, her eyes narrowing in further suspicion.

"An enemy from beyond the realm of living... Do you think she can see our world from whatever planes she haunts?" With a soft shake of her head Tea wagers.

"You've read every book about these markings, yes? Maybe we could reverse the magic and manipulate the powers to see what watches," her expression fills with concern whilst a hand lowers to linger an inch above Lazariuss skin, motioning with her hand in a manner to trace the runes.

Mostly she was feeling for any kinds of energies that could link them to the identity of whatever charged and connected to the eye; Just to see if there was a presence hosted by this one way looking glass of a spell.

"So long as its active, our safety is in jeopardy. Unless one of you challenge the idea to not fear the unknown?"

[ J ]   Jursol was listening as her eyes gazed again at the strange eye. Her thought were going a mile a minute over this. Why did she do this to him? Is she a true follower of the Old God? Does she want to use this man for her advantage even now? So many things to think about.

“Dis be a bad juju magic. However it’s still not clear if dis be a danger to us all, or ta him alone. Either way we must do something.” Jursol looked to the others to see what they had to say as well.

[ V.D ]   Verzateas appreciative gaze would cast itself onto Jur, thankful atleast one person (so far) felt the gravity of the situation.

[ L.K ]   “You my dear huntress are not wrong....everything Raelyndia did; she did to accelerate her own motives.  There was nothing she did that benefited anyone other than herself.”. By this point Lazarius had clothed his upper body again to hide the grotesque mutation.  His attention on the group still here.

“I have already taken the liberty of returning to the remains of the Kashebahl estate; which of course belonged to her prior to my conscription into her service.  My efforts were unsuccessful at best.”

Kross knew Raelyndia well; probably better than any of them here.   Once wed to her; killed in her madness to prolong his mortality, cursing him to remain a specter so she could always have him.  And ironically herself being beheaded by the same man who set off the events of the Dawnseeker and Magistrate ordeal.  Kross got his ultimate revenge when he decapitated Kelkiros sparring himself and Verzatea the misery of knowing the Hound still lives.  The withered face of the old man frowned; he knew Lazarius was right.

“I know of one place yet to look but the ordeal will be...dangerous getting there...”. Lazarius looked to his trusted council; or what remained of it since some had not been heard from in many months, their duties always taking them far from home but never truly gone.

[ V.D ] A titter of laughter stirred in thr Confessor, amusement plain upon her slender features whilst she adopted an incredulous expression. Her tone carried her mirth true as she meanders toward her floating book to now take the book up into her arms; The soft sizzle of her manipulative magic would announce the cease of the spell, her quil now poised in her hand to jot notes personally.

"After all we've endured, Lazarius, you still have to wonder if we'd go the extra length for one another?"

She'd flash their leader a reassuring smile before glancing among the group who currently gathered, her tone encouraging.

"We are not a weak people. We have more heart and sense when together, family will always protect family--," her eyes linger on the fresher face of Pame whom held the Confessors stare, "No matter the length of your servitude."

With a clearing of her throat, the kaldorei bows her head toward Lazarius, a fist pushed against her chest whilst affirming, "My efforts are devoted to this cause, however you see me useful I will perform at my best. I will not fail you."

It was short, simple and filled with honesty; While Pame had her reservations, she still felt a sense of duty to serve the individuals present. While she didn't have the courage to befriend them all, it was enough for Pame that they even tolerated her presence here and now. That had to mean soemthing postive, right? Well... Regardless, she'd finally stride closer to the gathered party, lingering beside a smiling Verzatea whom only affectionately regailed toward the nervous kaldorei, "Well look whos finally warmed up," she pokes fun, earning a small strangled smile from Pame.

[ J ]   Jursol turned to smile and nod to Pame before returning her focus to Laz.

“Da magic seems to be deeply imbedded into him. It has been by a very skilled user. Her magic still be strong with dis. Dis have been on him for too long. Something must be done. Da damage to him we can only guess. If there be a way to remove dis, we must not waste more time then needed.”

Knowing this woman was clearly known around here, Jursol then turned them.

“We be needing anything you all know about her that could help. I be sure together we can help our friend here.”

[ L.K ]   "All that is known about Raelyndia. . .even in your extended years and ageless lifespan I could not begin to explain all that my former Mistress had accomplished Jursol." Lazarius remained somewhat direct in that affirmation.

 "She conscripted Doctor Whistletorque to construct this structure and shield us from the outside world.  She single handedly manipulated and conscripted nearly every dark magic user within the Quel'dorei nobility.  She was an unstoppable force. . .one that has attempted to return several times in the past already.  Once through a woman named Morynth who claimed she was her reincarnation. . .and again through a corrupted text within our Library...even the taint of her misfortunes. . .the Hound; Kelkiros who had slain her. . .returned to haunt us."

No Lazarius was not trying to be crass her, just direct.  Jursol needed to know.

"Whatever she has done here is not simply for effect, it is an omen.  NZoth has risen from the tides and plans to retake Azeroth for the Black Empire.  This was Raelyndias hour of Twilight.  I am willing to wager she would have done this to coincide."

Lazarius peered to Verza who he'd need not remark to.  She was present since the rebirth of the Order.  His nod was all that was needed.  Pame was another story.  

Lazarius peered at the Kaldorei for some time.  It was Marseille who stepped beside her and made a similar salute which seemed to calm the dark eyed lord.  He appreciated both of their contributions.

[ V.D ] The notion of an Old God risen was enough to sour Teas mood. She had devoted her lust for power into this order, before their fall and during their rebuild phase; All for their worship to their Gods to be cast aside and focused on the order itself... Just in time for what would have been the prime of their servitude to come forth in the form of an Old God riled from their cage and unleashed to cause havoc upon the world.

Though that irritation quietly fizzled and died down in her belly as she settled, content with the notion that the Nine were above chaos for the sake of chaos. They had genuine goals in mind, intentions to make a comfortable living for their dark, twisted hearts. Something which Raelyndias and Nzoth threatened strictly with their existence.

Pame roused to attention at the sensation of a looming figure finding place beside her. Out of instinct she'd fail her disicpline to sneak a peek, the sight instantly provoking a smirk to collect on her lips. It was becoming increasingly strange to find a friend in someone once deemed her nemesis, alas she'd quickly come to relax... Her arms moving to fold over her torso and over her bosom, silver eyes soaking in the scene of a weary looking Tea trying to preserve her strength to come forth as simply stressed.

The exhaustion in her eyes expressed a different sort of ailment, but of course Pame remained silent on that issue.

"So this is mostly a tactic for her to get into people's heads?" She questions Lazarius, willingly engaging in direct conversation, "If its meant to coincide with the rise of Nzoth, is this Raelyndias's intentions to provoke chaos, or was she more strategic and thoughtful than that?"

Quite suddenly would the nimble woman flinch at a building pang in the back of her mind, a migraine slowly taking effect. One which made Teas tone of voice come forth snippier and less warm as she regards,

"And it best to consider... With the rise of Nzoth, how prepared are we to repel such a haunt?" Golden eyes fixate on the location of the eye on Laz's torso, Teas nostrils flaring as she inhales deeply, beginning to jot down notes whilst wearing a scowl,

"Haunts refering to both issues at hand... Nzoth, and Raelyndias. Shall I configure a list of all our remaining followers to compile a decent team, or have you a group in mind already to deal with your pending idea for Raelyn? And among the others yet to be utilized, I must ask... Will we have any part in this world's war against Nzoth?"

Her eyes flicker from her notes to Lazarius, watching the gentleman patiently as she notes, "For if Nzoth breaches Azeroth, surely they'll come for the Nine. Everyone will be at the Black Empires mercy."

At this notion, Pame shuffles in discomfort, her long ears twitching briefly before glancing around the council.

"Few in number," Pame remarks, earning Teas glance in surprise at the sheer amount of confidence in her tone, "But not lacking in power. While the odds are against us I'd say we have a fighting chance.  

“That does not mean we are by any means invincible and sure to come out champions in this impending doom. The sensible to do is plan for every scenario," Tea tuts, waggling her quill at Pame-- alas, the length of her quill feather was miscalculated by Tea as the tip would tickle across Pames cheek.

And might the faintest snicker be heard from the scornful Kaldorei who swiftly batted at the feather in a shooing motion. And then a cheekily smiling Tea would endure the halfhearted glare she'd receive from Pame gladly.

[ L.K ]   “To answer all of your questions...my plans have not changed for us.  I was certain that keeping the Nine free from the wars would ensure our survival.  But nobody could have foreseen Sylvannis and the depths of her treacherous nature.  She bested us all again.”. Lazarius would find a seat near the good gnomish doctor and relax for a moment. “...as you all know...”

He would pause and glance between his sister, Pame, Verza Marseille and Jursol.  

His words were slow and calculated but weighted.

“With the rise of Nzoth multiple cells of cultists attacked.  Our order remains in jeopardy IF. . . if Raelyndia has returned as well.  I do not see this happening in a physical manifestation though.  Kross and I recovered her skull, she is very much dead.  But, that does not mean we are free from threats.  Every day the Black Empire threatens our world; our lives and the lives of our flock remain in grave danger...”

Lazarius glances at his hands as he took a moment to breathe.

“With most of our council missing or out of commission; I issued and emergency edict to allow all soldiers and magic users freedom to leave. Temporary leave.  To return under their former races banners to fight for Horde or Alliance...and help end N’Zoth.  

We do not currently have any force to withstand a direct attack.  And with our Blade Warden and Harbinger having most of our active military in Silithus, we remain at a loss.  Those who chose to remain here do so to protect the students and their families.  I won’t risk open war and put anyone here in harms way.  The Bastille will continue to stand and be a bastion for those who are here; and any who come from the wake of this onslaught.”

He would yet again wonder if his actions were truly guided by the right decision but knew that without the people here he would not be able to say he was strong.  These were his most trusted and dear friends in this room; and he would lean on them for support.

“The eye is a very unforeseen presence.  And without a true start or destination; I don’t know how to proceed.  As I said, my visit to my old estate yielded some hope but we must be careful how we move about.  

If we start a hunt to find answers, exposing ourselves to the outside world, it will draw attention.  Anytime we use our powers and magic outside of the Bastille, it is like lighting a beacon to our exact location.  Cultists will swarm us....so a strike force...we will need to be extremely self sustaining without need for magic.”

[ J ]   Jursol listened closely knowing full well the risk they were all at. She knew many were returning to battle once more, even here they were not free of this war.

“So der be some missing? Dat never be good.”

She knew the magic most used here could be a problem. Lucky for her she knew magic many don’t. After all what troll don’t know Voodoo!

“Voodoo be a different kinda magic. Da Loa even be different and can help. Perhaps dey be of use in protecting dis place.” Jursol looked to Laz to see if her peoples ways could be of use. After all Voodoo was not the same as others magic, so perhaps it would not draw attention to them.

[ L.K ] “I don’t doubt that the Loa are powerful in their own right, but I think we are fine here.  The void forge is operating at maximum capacity.”. Lazarius said as his ears twitched.  The man peered up from the table and slowly put his mummified hands against the table.  Who else heard that?  

“In fact Missth Jursthol, the Basthtilles defensthes are better than ever now.  Nothing outsthide an enormousth meteor crashing through the earth these hundred milesth into us will hurt us....”.

Whistletorque answered to reassure them that his construction was sound.  

[ K. A ]  Koltun; with his usual manners, simply heaved open the library doors, striding in like he owned the place and leaving a trail of sand and dust in his wake. Unlike usual however, the Demon Hunters normally bare chest was wrapped in bandaging with a thick cotton shemagh wrapped about his shoulders, neck and covering his mouth. Wraps covered his hands and feet and dust, caked along the leather of his wings, flaked off freely, displaying heavy weathering from months in the dessert heat.

Exhausted, he immediately bee-lined for the jug of water to the side, glad to see formalities had remained enough through the recent chaos to allow for refreshments. Koltun guzzled the water down in heavy, desperate gulps, unashamed that a good portion splashed down his chest to the floor.

It wasn't until the jug was empty and a belch had announced his thirst was sated; for now, that he finally turned to face what remained of his motley family crew.

"So... what I miss?" He grunted, tipping the jug up to his tongue just in case he missed a drop.

[ L.K ] The moment Koltun walked in Lazarius braced himself against the table.  The sun baked god walked directly into the room like a bronzed beacon of hope; ruining the rug and the floor and the another rug, and that jug and water yup, water all over another ruined rug.

“So....what I miss?”.

Lazarius heard those words and damn near leapt over the fucking table.  He fell into the large arms of the demon and wrapped his own carefully beneath the wings on his back.  He placed his head against the sun baked chest of his brother in law.  Dark pools of black began to form as Lazarius allowed the bleeding tears of viscous ichor to fall from his face and stain Koltuns chest.

“Youre safe....” Lazarius whispered softly.

This would be a rare sight for all of them who witnessed their often brooding and dark leader showing such kindness. Lazarius did not cry.   He did not grieve, nor did he show affection.  Perhaps some would have witnessed a tender moment in their time with him but for the most part; this was a mysterious part of his character.  But Koltun was his brother; in every meaning of the word.

“...and you...you...ruined another rug...” he said laughing through his tears and gripping bother sides of the demons face.  Lazarius peered into where his eyes were with his own black pools; he knew they were looking right back.  There was a smile of happiness, part of the flock had returned.

[ K.A ] "Oof!"

The hunter chuffed, nearly dropping the jug at the sudden, and rather surprising, impact of Laz's hug. In fact Koltun barely caught Laz as much as the jug, gripping hold of the man as a face was pressed into his chest and the jug dangled from a desperate pinky claw to the side.

"I hope I'm alive. If not at least I look better than Kross. Besides, I told you before. You cant get rid of me that easily." He gave a toothy grin and glanced towards the others, just as surprised at the display of unusual affection.

Neither man was prone to such displays and for both to wind up in a hug was nearly mind-blowing. Coughing, Koltun set the jug down and fumbled back a return hold, offering a gentle, reassuring pat to Laz's back. Even he could see the odd, viscous tears soaking through the bandaging covering his scaled flesh, the odd warmth of it drawing a sigh. Tilting his horned head as Laz looked up at him, he flashed his usual grin and shrugged.

"Consider it getting your money's worth. Honestly it didn't match the drapes." Said the creature who couldn't see true color anymore. "Sorry it took me so long to get back. The world has turned to shit."

[ J ] Jursol’s eyes went right to the sound of the man entering the room, Jimba seemed to make a strange sound in her arms. Remaining silent and watchful as the Hunter burst into the room making a mess. She was about to say something when she saw Laz rush the man, embracing him as family. Her laughter was not controlled as she watched the two men.

“Dis be a mess I not be cleaning up.” Her smile was gentle as she watched them still.

“Da world be going crazy right now. Good to see some are returning safely.”

[ L.K ]  Lazarius had pulled away enough that he was able to look over the scars and damages of his brother.  He frowned at the comment about how long it took.

“*Why didn’t you summon us? Or contact Kross through the pit? ... or even use your talisman to get back here?”.

He stopped and shook his head, realizing he was overloading the demon with questions.

“What happened to you?”

Lazarius peered at Koltun his face went pure stone.   Something was missing.  He immediately disregarded the question and moved straight to the largest gap missing here.  

“Where is Pyravari...Koltun.”.  

Lazarius gripped his shoulders and met him face to face .

“Where is our sister.”.

He was of course speaking for himself and Siida who was more than likely on edge too waiting to know at the back of the room.

To Be Continued: In Mind of Misery: Reflections, Part 4

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I KNOW I ASKED FOR IT BUT FIX ITTTT!! TELL ME ANNA SENDS A LETTER SOMEDAY OR THEY COME ACROSS EACH OTHER FIX IT BROOKLYN!!!!

Are we really SHOCKED that Ellie is asking for a fix it fic? No. No we are not.

This is a fix it fic thing to this fic thing https://ravenclaw-geek394.tumblr.com/post/190266067573/kristanna-angst-hand-holding-tears-because

Enjoy friends

Anna comes back home when she’s 26. It’s been a decade. Eventually, when she went years without a letter from Kristoff she just, gave up on actually sending the letters. But she continued to write them. Tucked away in her notebook, hidden in her nightstand or her suitcase depending on where she was. She didn’t write them everyday, not even once a month. Simply whenever the mood would strike her. Whenever she felt that she needed to tell him soemthing inportant or mundane, or if she felt the need to assure him of her affections. She didn’t lose hope. It just got, quieter.

So when she returned home to the Arendelle estate, on the eve of her fathers funeral she wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Elsa has moved back home years ago, taking over father’s business once he became ill. Her sister constantly mentioning Kristoff in her letters, providing Anna with the perfect opportunity to ask about him. But she’d always stop. Reminding herself that he was the one who stopped replying to her. He gave up, he gave up on her. On them.

She didn’t see him right away. Anna arrived late that night, only a few housekeepers awake to great her. Hugging her and expressing their joy to see her again, even with the circumstances.

She saw him at the funeral. He was a guest. As were the rest of the staff, “as they should be,” thought Anna. Thankful that no one was expected to work today. These people, all of them, this house itself had endured far too much loss. Anna was almost certain grief was wrapped around it, buried deep within the floor boards and hidden in every crack and crevice of the walls.

He looked older.

Which was a silly remark. Considering of course he was older. It had been a decade. So much had changed. He looked at her, when she stared. And Anna felt her cheeks turn red. As if she had been caught stealing from the cookie jar as a child. His eyes were what shocked her. They were unguarded. She could see every emotion. Grief. Loss. Exhaustion. Longing. But worst of all hurt. And somehow Anna felt it must be directed at her.

They don’t speak again until late that night. Anna can’t sleep. She couldn’t sleep after her mother’s funeral either. It’s as if all the loss and grief falls right back into her chest before she sleeps. So she sneaks out, as she used to when she was younger, and finds a place. A place of comfort and joy. A place only touched by happiness, not tangled in this web of sorrow.

She finds a tree. Just on the edge of the estate. It’s a large tree that she remembers climbing when she was little. Before mother got sick and after. She would swing from the branches upside down. She remembers fondly her and her sister pretending to be monkeys dangling from the tree. She also remembers jumping off the branches and having Kristoff catch her. Calling it a “crazy trust exercise.” It’s a place of childhood happiness. So she climbs up the tree and lays against the trunk on one of the branches. Twisting around the edges of her shawl, looking up into the stars.

That’s when she hears him.

“This isn’t another one of those crazy trust exercises is it?”

His voice almost makes Anna fall out of the tree. In fact she only just catches herself before stumbling. She laughs though, she missed this.

“I’m sorry for your loss, I know this must’ve been hard to come back too.” And he’s so sincere and genuine when he says it. Like his heart breaks for her.

“I’m sorry too, for your loss I mean.”

There’s a pause. A silence between them that once, long ago, would have been comfortable. Would have get like home, but now it’s leaving Anna sloghtly on edge. She’s never been one to keep her thoughts calm or at bay. They’re always too much and far too fast. She has too many things she wants to say, questions she wants to ask, and answers she needs to hear and there’s Kristoff looking up at her and she can see it. It’s still there. The sparkle, the soft haze in his eyes, the love he’s expressing, without even saying a word, and suddenly it puts her mind at ease for a moment.

Anna opens her mouth to speak as soon as Kristoff does. Saying “would you-” just as he says “how long are-” They laugh. And Anna feels everything falling back into place.

“Ladies first,” Kristoff waves up towards her, gesturing for her to continue with a lopsided grin. “Oh you’ve become quite the gentleman.” He starts to shake off the compliment, saying something about picking up a few things from working here so long and the high society people that visit. But Anna stops him. “No, you’ve always been a gentleman. More so than any of the suitors and high society gents I’ve met.” Kristoff chuckles, that nervous and awkward kind of chuckle when he feels too put on the spot. Too much attention and kindness that he’s sure he doesn’t deserve, even though he truly does.

“Come sit with me?” Anna’s eyes are pleading. Practically begging for this to last longer. To live in this moment. Kristoff’s mouth falls open and eyes widen, “up there? In your tree?” Anna nods, enthusiastic as ever. “Anna it’ll break.”

“Even better,” she says with a laugh, “you’ll catch me when I fall.” And to Anna’s surprise, that works. The next thing she knows Kristoff is sitting in her tree, closest to the trunk holding onto any branch nearby to keep his balance and stay steady. It’s only when he’s settled, safely across from her on the branch, that they really start to catch up. It’s small talk mostly. She tells him about Europe. He tells her about the baby horse they rescued. They make jokes and share stories and heartfelt moments and everything is as it should be. But they’re dancing around things. Tiptoeing around the big questions.

“How long are you staying?” He says it in a whisper so soft it almost floats away with the wind. But Anna catches it.

“I’m— I’m not sure.” Anna knows that’s confusing and she can tell just from the look on kristoff’s face that it’s surely not the answer he was hoping to hear. So she elaborates. “I don’t have any reasons to return to Europe. But, I’m not sure if I still, have a reason to stay here anymore either.”

Anna’s certain no one will ever look at her, gaze at her, with the same intensity as Kristoff does when he responds. “You always have. You always will.”

Anna opens her mouth to say thank you. To express how much it makes her heart soar to hear him say that. To cry.

Instead the question she’s been avoiding falls out.

“Why did you stop writing?”

She’s sure this is it. She’s crossed a line. The silence that follows is heavy and sits on her chest to the point where she can hardly breathe. It’s coming she’s waiting for it. The rejection. You’re a lovely girl Anna but I just don’t love you. You left me anna how could I be expected to wait for someone who didn’t even stay. She knows it’s coming. She wants to close her eyes, hold her breath, but instead she stares. Waiting for Kristoff to speak.

He’s giving her this odd look. Sad and confused, like he doesn’t quite understand how she doesn’t know.

“I didn’t.”

“Really, Kristoff it’s okay you can tell me honestly you don’t have to pretend it’s—” Anna can hear the tears welling up in her own voice.

“Anna.” Kristoff cuts her sentence short. Reaching out to hold her hand. Eyes pleading and begging her to listen. To know.

“I never stopped writing to you, Anna.”

It’s sincere. And it’s genuine. And Anna wants to believe him more than anything in the world. But she thinks about the months, the years that went by, with radio silence. She left in May and the last letter she ever received was that August. She knows, she’s got them stowed away in a box under her bed. She’s dead them over and over. Even the last few, which always seemed a little sad. She just could never figure out why.

“August 13th. The year I left. That was the date of the last letter you sent. Kristoff I wrote to you for years, you stopped answering I don’t understand,” Anna pauses. Her voice catching in her throat, tears finally starting to fall. And they don’t stop. She wants to run away. All the sadness is climbing in again, and in the one place that was untouched by sorrow.

She feels a sob run through her body when suddenly she’s being lifted into someone’s arms. And being held. Kristoff’s arms wrapped around her, his chin atop her head, whispering soothing words to her as she cries. As if it were all the most natural thing in the world.

It takes a little while but eventually the tears subside, but once they do, she feels a soft kiss pressed against her temple. And her heart melts. Kristoff helps her out of the tree, brushing leaves out of her hair as he does so, and letting his hand hover just over hers.

“Can I,” There’s a pause, and a calculated glance in her direction, making a decision. “I need to show you something.” And he holds out his hand and despite the ache in her chest she follows. Let’s his hand wrap around hers and float to wherever they’re going. If she dreams hard enough she can imagine it as if it were long ago. The two of them running away together. But that hurts too much. Anna knows. She’s learned. Her father would tell her all the time in his letters. Wishing only wounds the heart. Be realistic Anna.

She’s only a little thrown off when they end up in Kristoff’s room. It’s small, hardly decorated and very bare bones. But it still makes her eyes widen and cheeks redden. He’s crawling under his bed, reaching for something obviously hidden away and pulls out a wooden box. It’s decorated with obviously hand carved sunflowers. Kristoff doesn’t open the box. Instead he places it in Anna’s arms, and kisses her cheek. It’s soft and featherlight — barely there and full of uncertainty.

“I promise you. I never stopped writing.”

It’s only then that Anna realizes the sun has rose. There’s bells ringing. The work day for the staff has begun and people downstairs are calling his name and a million different jobs he has to get started on. He has to go.

But as he turns out the door, just before he leaves he stops.

“Promise me something?”

Anna nods.

“Stay until the end of the week. Just until then. If you still feel you have no reason to stay here, then you can part ways forever but please. Don’t go yet.”

She holds the little wooden box close to her chest and nods. I’ll stay. I’ll stay for you. She doesn’t say it. But she knows Kristoff hears it.

Anna’s sure she can’t possibly cry anymore today. The sun has only just rose and she still hasn’t even looked inside the little wooden box when she sets it on her bed in her own room. Her eyelids feel heavy and suddenly she thinks maybe now, exhausted beyond belief, she’ll be able to sleep. But there’s a knock on the door. And Elsa walks inside, eyes tired and red and hair a frazzled mess. Anna’s relatively sure she’s still in the same clothes from the funeral yesterday, but in her sisters hands is a hat box. One of their mothers. It’s from a shop In the coty. One of her favorites. The box is cream and faded and the papering is pealing ever so slightly.

“Elsa?”

“I couldn’t sleep... last night I couldn’t sleep. So I started cleaning out father’s office, and I found something. And I believe it belongs to you.” She hands her sister the hat box with trembling hands.

“Elsa, this is mother’s hat box this isn’t, this couldn’t possibly belong to me. I don’t even like hats.”

That last part makes Elsa chuckle, as Anna hoped it would.

“I thought so too. But I, forgive me, I opened it. And it wasn’t mother’s hat. This belongs to you. And I think it needs to be soemthing you see, all on your own.” Anna tries to protest but elsa waves her off. “Besides, I need to sleep, just talk to me about it after you open it? I want to know how you’re feeling.”

And with that the door clicks shut. Leaving Anna alone with two boxes.

She opens her mother’s hat box first. Expecting something her mother or father left behind for her. Soemthing with the house or anything to do with their family. It feels far less terrifying than finally knowing the truth between her and Kristoff. This is simple. Only the moment she lifts the lid off she knows that’s not true.

They’re letters. Envelopes yellowed and aged from years ago. A decade. All addressed to Kristoff Bjorgman. From Anna Arendelle. There’s stamps and postage marks from all different European countries. There’s hearts and flowers doodled on the backs of a few. Different scripts and fonts and you can tell the ones written and addressed in a hurry and those that were titled and the i’s dotted and t’s crossed with extra care.

But Anna doesn’t even have to examine all of them to know. She knows because she wrote them. These are her letters to Kristoff. From the first few years. When she had continued to send them. Despite his silence.

An array of emotions bubble up inside. Confusion and anger and betrayal and frustration and sadness and heartache. Oh god, so much heartache.

But there’s one envelope inside her mother’s hat box not addressed to Kristoff. But addressed to her. It’s a new envelope. Stark white against the display from the past, with Anna written neatly across the front. Her father’s hand writing.

Her hands shake as she opens it, and as she reads, suddenly the world feels clear.

Her father apologizes. He knows it’s too late, that a simple letter from his death bed won’t fix the hurt and pain he’s caused her. Even if she is unaware of it. He explains how serious image was, for the business, for their high society lifestyle. Especially after her mother died. The fact that one of his daughters would take over the family business rather than a son was glaring enough to friends and business colleagues. The idea that his other daughter would marry a farm boy? A servant? It was unthinkable. They advised him to send her away. Let the distance and time dissolve of her little crush. It was the only way. He apologizes. Because now, as he laid tbere ill, he knows he was wrong. He speaks of her mother and how when he fell in love with her he would’ve given up everything, fortune and wealth and fame and title, just to hold her hand. Status means nothing when you’re in love. He says he didn’t realize. How serious her affections were, and how serious Kristoff’s were in return. He thought he made the right choice. Sending her away, hiding the letters, returning Kristoff’s to the stoop of the servants house whenever he tried to mail one. He thought he was doing what was best. But he wasn’t. He speaks of time and last wishes and how none of it matters without love. He tells her in his final written words. To fight for love. To follow her dream.

And Anna cries. She cries harder and longer than she has in years. Because now she knows. It wasn’t her fault. And it wasn’t Kristoff’s. And no one gave up. No one lost hope. And she knows, she’s certain of what she’ll find in the box from Kristoff. And suddenly, nothing about this seems scary.

Her hands still tremble when she unlatches the lid to Kristoff’s wooden box. Her eyes still fill with tears when she tears open the first envelope. Dated just a week after the last letter she ever received. One day she will read them all. Every letter he saved in the box despite the fact that he no longer had any reason to hope she loved him.

But for now she reads the first one. A letter from ten years ago. Written in Kristoff’s messy scrawl but every emotion so easily pressed into the page. She wants to read the whole thing. Savor every last word. But her brain jumps ahead. Only able to focus on the last sentence. She reads it over and over again until she’s sure that she’s read it write. That her eyes do not betray her. It’s there it’s real. He truly wrote will you marry me in a letter.

And when it finally registers. That he wrote that. That he meant that all those years ago, and surely still means it now.

Well Anna can hardly slow down running out onto the estate to find him. He’s on the entire other side of a field when she finds him. He’s trimming trees and he’s so obviously focused on his work and Anna could easily continue walking and say this face to face. Inches from each other.

Instead she stands and shouts it across the field. The closest thing she’s got to shouting it from the rooftops.

“KRISTOFF BJORGMAN WILL YOU MARRY ME”

She’s never seen him run so fast.

And when he reaches her, lifting her up and kissing her well, it feels like she’s floating.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Jordan Connor//Lucky

Request: Reader has hiadradenitis supperativa. I have a distinct idea for an anxiety one with Jordan like you feeling not good enough while on set like dating for a few months and you not letting him see you unclothed cause of it or only with the lights off your shirt came off and you stopped him putting your shirt back on maybe your on set and you see Vanessa or soemthing in a bikini for a scene and get really weird about it and just go to his trailer or something or somehow he sees you in just a bra or soemthing

“Jordan.” You mumbled against his lips. 

“Hm.” He replied. 

“You’re gonna be called to set any minute.” You continued. 

“Well.” He pulled away from you properly. “We’re just gonna have to be quick.” He smirked and grabbed your hips. 

“Jordan!” You squealed and he giggled softly before kissing you again. He deepened the kiss and squeezed your hips harder making you wince slightly. 

“Sorry baby.” He pulled away from you quickly. 

“Its fine.” You reassured him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you again. 

“Do you wanna?” He asked with a wink and you rolled your eyes. 

“As long as its quick, and I don’t have to take my shirt off.” 

“Anything to make you comfortable baby.” He said sweetly while kissing up and down your neck. 

“How’d I get so lucky?” You wondered while you helped him take his shirt off. 

“I think I’m the lucky one.” He replied. 

“Jordan!” A knock on the door interrupted and you both sighed. 

“Maybe not that lucky.” He mumbled and you laughed . 

“Here.” You threw his shirt to him. 

“Thanks.” He said and quickly put it on before opening the door. 

“You’re needed on set.” One of the crew members were stood outside the door.

“Okay, thanks.” He smiled at them. 

“Hey Y/n.” They greeted you and you waved awkwardly. You were a fairly new couple, only dating for a few months, and you’d only been on set a couple of times, so you weren’t entirely sure how to act with the crew and other cast members. But they all seemed nice so that was good enough for you. They didn’t however know about your hiadradenitis supperativa. You’d only just told Jordan a couple of weeks ago, so you were trying to keep it from his co-workers for as long as possible. You didn’t need them judging you and the way you looked. 

“Lets go, before somebody gets mad.” He grumbled and you laughed at his pouting. 

“Awww, poor baby.” You teased and grabbed your jacket. 

“You’re gonna be too hot in that babe.” 

“I got a couple of new lumps on my neck and armpits.” You replied and he looked at you sympathetically. 

“Ah.” He replied. “Sorry.” 

“Its fine.” You shrugged. “You didn’t know.” 

“When we get home, I’ll help you put the gauze and stuff on them.”

“You don’t have to.” You shook your head. “Its gross.” 

“Its not gross. It’s part of you and you’re perfect so...there.” He argued and you rolled your eyes. 

“Come on.” You grabbed his hand and the two of you started to walk towards set. 

 Did you take your medication today?” 

“Yeah.” You replied and he nodded. “I almost forgot but then I saw the little note that you left with the smiley face and I remembered.” 

“And you told me it was stupid to leave notes.” 

“No, I told you it was stupid to leave notes on the TV telling me not to watch something because you wanted to watch it too.” 

“Thats not stupid. I was telling you that I wanted to watch something with you.” He argued. 

“Thats’s not the stupid bit. But when you leave the note on an A3 piece of paper, which by the way, where did you find, right in the middle of the TV, thats’s when it’s stupid.” You replied annoyed. 

“I ran out of little post-it notes.” He said in a defensive tone. 

“You could have just ripped a corner of that massive bit of paper.” 

“I was in a rush.” He replied. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“But you love me though.” He whispered in your ear and you tried (and failed) to keep the smile off your face. 

“Wellllll.” 

“You so love me.” He teased happily. “You can’t get enough of me. You want to marry me and have my babies.” 

“Oh yeah, and make our children suffer with the same thing that I have.” You replied sarcastically and his face fell. 

“That is highly unlikely. But even if they did have it, I wouldn’t love you or them any less. We’d just teach them how to manage it, like you taught yourself and then me. And we’d make them feel as important and perfect as they would be. Just like I do with you.” He kissed your forehead softly and you smiled. 

“Thank you.” 

“For what?” 

“For putting up with me.” You replied sadly, and looked at the ground.

“I don’t put up with you baby.” He hooked his finger under your chin and lifted it so you could look at him. “I love you. And I want to be with you, not matter what.” 

“You love me?” 

“Of course.” He replied and kissed you.

“I love you too.” You replied.

“Well thats good then isn’t it.” He said. “Now, I’m gonna go act and be incredibly sexy, so sexy in fact that as soon as I stop, you’re gonna want to sleep with me then and there.” 

“Oh, I can’t wait.” You teased. “I can barely contain myself.” 

“Damn right you can’t.” He winked and the two of you laughed before he walked in front of the camera. 

“Y/n!” Drew greeted you happily. “Has he forced you to come along again?” He asked and you laughed. 

“No, I’m here by choice.” You replied. “Suprisinly.” 

“I know why you’re here really.” 

“Why?” You asked, waiting for his ridiculous response. 

“Because you’re secretly in love with me and being here is the only way you can be close to me.” He joked and you nodded. 

“Oh, of course. Is it really that obvious?” You continued the joke. “I don’t want Jordan to find out.” 

“Its okay baby. He won’t. We just have to be careful.” He winked and you laughed. 

“Drew! Stop flirting with my girl and get your ass over here.” Jordan shouted and the two of you laughed loudly. 

“Are you trying to steal his girlfriend?” Vanessa asked as she walked passed. 

“V, I’m not stealing anyone, she’s choosing me over that giant.” He replied and Jordan looked at you sadly. 

“Awww, baby. I love how tall you are. Its cute.” You reassured Jordan and he started to blush. 

“Awwwwww.” Vanessa and Drew teased. “He’s blushing.” 

“Shut up guys. You have a job to do.” 

“Whatever.” They replied and made their way towards him. Vanessa took off the dressing gown she was wearing, revealing the bikini underneath, and you couldn’t stop the sharp pain that shot through your chest. It was only now that you noticed the majority of the girls, main cast and extra’s where wearing bikini’s or swimsuits. And that made you feel really small. All these beautiful girls had bikini’s on that you’d never be able to wear in a million years. They looked happy and confident within themselves, and everything you weren’t. 

You couldn’t stay here, not with all these woman around. If you stayed you would cry and you didn’t want that. You didn’t want everybody to see you break down because of something wrong with you. You took a quick glance at Jordan to see he was distracted by something Drew was telling him and decided now was your time to escape back to his trailer. 

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You’d managed to escape back to the trailers unnoticed and as soon as you walked in you broke down. Why did you have to have this? Why you? Why couldn’t it have been somebody else. Somebody else could deal with this and you could feel pretty and confident for the first time in god knows how long. Even if you just swapped with someone else for a day. You just wanted to feel confident for a day. Thats’s all. Was that too much to ask?

“Y/n?” Jordan’s voice was full of concern as he entered the trailer. How long had you been in here for? You wondered. “Are you okay?” He asked and you looked at him. “Baby.” His voice was full of sadness once he noticed your tear stained face and he quickly sat beside you, pulling you softly into his side. “What’s wrong? You disappeared when we were filming. Is my acting really that bad?” He asked, trying to lighten the mood. 

“No.” You shook your head. “You were great. You always are.” 

“So what happened then? You were happy before I left, I told you I loved you and everything.” 

“I know. I’m sorry. I ruined your day.” 

“Baby you didn’t ruin anything. Just tell me what’s wrong.” 

“It was all the girls in their bikini’s.” You sighed. 

“Okay?” 

“Well they all looked so pretty and confident in the swimsuits. Something I’m never gonna feel. They literally have everything on display that I can’t. And its just unfair.” 

“I know baby.” He squeezed you gently, making sure not to hurt you. “But I think you’d look hot as fuck in a bikini, or anything. And one day I’m gonna make you feel so pretty that you won’t be afraid to show your body off, even if it’s just around me. It may not be fair, but I think its meant to be. Because I love you even more with it.” 

“Why?” You scoffed.

“Because you handle it with such grace. And you manage it amazingly, even when it is a pain. It shows that you’re badass and brave and just the most amazing person I have ever met.” 

“Jorda-” 

“Shhhhh.” He interrupted you. “And its okay to be upset about it but there’s always a way to fix it, even if its just a little bit. So when we go home, I’m gonna google websites that make swimwear specifically for people with it, and if not, I’ll learn how to sew and I’ll make you your own.” 

“You’re gonna make me a swimsuit that I’m comfortable in?” 

“Yeah. There may be no cure for it, but I’ll do anything to make you comfortable and feel pretty. And yes that includes sewing.” 

“Babe you’re...” 

“Amazing, handsome, sexy, funny, the best boyfriend in the world, yes I already know.”

“All of those yes.” You replied. “But you’re just my favourite person in the entire world, and you make me so incredibly happy, even when I do feel awful about myself.” 

“Well, I’ll continue to do that for as long as you let me.” He replied and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I can’t wait.” You smiled brightly and kissed him again. 

“Now, I have like 30 minutes before I’m back on set so do you wanna continue where we left off?” 

“I though’t you’d never ask.” You said dramatically before pulling him towards you and kissing him roughly. 

[uniqueimagines]

Any Other Way

Paring: Sweet Pea x Reader (Plus sized)

Requested: Yes, “Could you also write one where sweet pea is friends with the reader he likes her more than s friend though and she does too but she doesnt think he’d want her (she’s plus size) anyway one day she gets cold he offers a flannel/sweatshirt or soemthing to her but she denies it (afraid she’ll rip it or stretch it) and he kinda pushes and like idk it somehow makes them get together and she eventually realizes she was being silly cause he’s a giant anyway and she’s fit in his clothes idk just something cute like thsy” @xserpentlife

Description: When Pea gets pushy about you wearing his jacket you try to run off home. He knows you are nervous and he knows why you don’t want to wear it but he manages to lift the mood.

Warnings: None?

Word count: 795

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You are a Serpent by blood but you have yet to make it official. The Serpents have yet to abolish the serpent dance as the female initiation and you do not want to strip in front of the whole bar. You have been a bigger girl and pretty curvy all your life and it hasn’t always been easy. You have had a number of guys at both Southside and Northside High tease you and string you along on dares. In the last couple of years you have learned to be a little bit more confident and accept yourself for who you are but that didn’t change the fact that you not like everyone else.  You haven't dated anyone in over a year because you were nervous and you have feelings for Sweet Pea.

You, Toni, Fangs, and Sweet Pea have all been friends since elementary school and rarely kept secrets from each other. You and Sweet Pea both liked each other and neither of you would tell the other for various reasons. You did not want to risk your friendship with him but you also didn’t want to risk rejection. Sweet Pea was a little afraid you wouldn’t like him but more so he didn’t want to push you into anything, he knew how hard the dating scene had been for you the last couple of years.

The four of you had gotten take out from Pop’s and were eating it at Fox Forest Park. When you all got to the park it was still daylight and warm so you had worn just a short sleeve and jeans. All of the others had there Serpents leather and Pea even had a zip up hoodie on under his leather so when it got dark and cooled off they were warm while you were shivering. The moment Sweet Pea notices you shivering he pulls off his leather and zip up hoodie. After he puts his leather back on Pea holds his jacket out to you, “Y/N, take my jacket. I don’t want you catching a cold.” You shake your head and nervously play with the end of your hair and mumble, “No thanks, I’m good.”

Toni and Fangs look over as Pea states again, “Please, Y/N. Take my jacket.” You push his hand away and sigh a bit frustrated, “No. You wear your own jacket. I’m fine.” Pea takes a deep breath before putting his jacket on your lap and stating in a firmer tone, “Take the jacket. I am fine in just my leather.” You stand up tossing his jacket on his lap and mumbling, “I’m going home.” Sweet Pea looks insulted and glances at Fangs and Toni who motion for him to follow you in unison. Pea jumps up taking large steps to catch up to you and grabbing your hand to stop you. You stop and turn to him pulling your hand away and rubbing the bottom hem of your shirt between your fingers.

You and Pea are out of earshot of the others so he takes a deep breath as he looks into your eyes before saying, “I know you are nervous and you don’t need to be. Please trust me and just put it on.” Sweet Pea holds his jacket up and you hesitantly side your arms in. The jacket slides on you comfortably and once it is fully on you look down at your feet pulling the sleeves to cover your hands and say, “You really don’t have to do this. I am fine without it.” Pea laughs lightly and you look up at him confused as he states, “I want you to wear it.” You stuff your hands in the pockets nervously and ask, “Why? Why would you want me to wear your jacket?”

Sweet Pea gives you a soft smile, “I want you to wear it because I like you both as a friend and more. I think you are so cute wearing it and I want you to be comfortable.” Your eyes dart between his eyes and lips and you take a step closer to him. Sweet Pea slides his hand to caress your cheek and waits to see if you will pull away. Instead of pulling away you grip the front of his leather jacket and pull him closer until your faces are only an inch apart. Sweets whispers, “Please be my girl.” You giggle and press your lips to his as he wraps his other arm around to hold the small of your back. Pea pulls away and laughs, “I’ll take that as a yes.” You smirk, “Only if I can steal your jackets and flannels.” Pea rolls his eyes as he smirks and takes your hand, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Masterlist

[soulkiba]

Pass the happy! 💛 When you get this reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications.

Ah jeez, these are always hard for me but I’ll try!1. Definetely my friends, certainly would be alot tougher without them.2. Making others happy just generally makes me glad or atleast makes me glad and feel like I’ve done something good.3. My oc’s. Sepcifically Stan and Will (which kinda are my only oc’s that aren’t related to video games). I can sometimes distract my self from other things and always love looking up OTP prompts or something and looking who would be Person A or Person B, thats always fun. And like, someone else drawing or just sketching them for me is like the best thing ever too.4. Just being in my garden back in my hometown. Or the river with the goats close to it. Always calms me down and I love drawing and listening to podcasts there. Can’t wait to go there again next Holidays, it’s been awhile.5. I suppose there are a bunch of smaller things left that just make me happy like, seeing some adorable dogs, eating food my mom made or just spending the evening watching Game Grumps and eating chips or soemthing. Just those small things that can lift my mood.Alright I think that should be it, though I feel like I even named more then five things xd

[meet-me-at-kingsmeet]

Wedding Sabotage au Feat. Laurent and Nik teaming up

This is an outline of like????,,, one scene and yep lemme kno if u actaully would want this bc lmaoo......*wears sunglasses to hide the tears*

Auguste and Damen grew up together as friends and had brought the families together after a long time of low-key petty rivalry. Laurent grew up with Damen but was much younger than both Damen and Auguste. Damen had all the qualities of a hero from his books (that and he was *que 11 year old blushing smaurent* “super pretty”). Well this crush never went away, to Laurent’s dismay, because he knew Damen would always see him as a little kid.

Laurent was 19, turning 20, and finally going to try and tell Damen his feelings. To which gets stopped dead in his tracks when he comes home and Damen is there, sweetly tipsy with a beautiful blonde on his arm.

Laurent is very bitter, and after two years he is, how do you say, extremely bitter.

Laurent is at the engagement party for Damen and Jokaste.

He is standing next to Auguste, in a circle of party goers who are all celebrating and congratulating Damen

Laurent is in a particularly foul mood

Nikandros who is also in this small circle of “assholes” (as he would put it) he is also a very bitter best friend

Anyways Damen leaves to go find Jokaste (she walked away to talk to other guests or something) and he kisses Laurent on the cheek before leaving and drags Auguste with him

Laurent’s mood worsens,,,, he gotta fight w someone and Nik is the closest victim

Ahh Nik and Laurent what a relationship they have had

Nik has always been Damen’s like,, bff, and Laurent was more of a nuisance than anything

He was rude, uncaring of Nik, and would steal Damen away if given the opportunity. Nik knew he was a smart kid, but he was a snake

Laurent starts picking fights with Nik “Has Damen decided best man? I bet he has. It’s not you, his wedding needs to maintain sophistication and not have some poor, bankrupt businessman’s son represent the esteemed Theomedes name” or some rude bullshit like that

“Well I’ll just have to make sure you sit in the back Laurent, wouldn’t want a jealous, insecure child interrupting such an esteemed wedding”

A verbal (and very cruel) fight ensues

Laurent’s uncle comes up placing his hand on Laurent’s shoulder as is like “Laurent don’t make such a scene. These actions are why forming relationships with you is so difficult.” ((fuck the regent 5ever))

Laurent needs to breathe and heads to the restroom that’s in a separate hallway of Damen’s luxurious mansion

At the bathrooms he hears Jokaste and Kastor speaking in hushed tones so he creeps up to listen in and theyre standing very close

Staying stuff like “I know you’re upset, calm down, baby I’m handling this okay? This will work out if we stick with the plan and I marry Damen-” u kno crap like that and Laurent is like ‘this bitch wtf tryna fuck w my man aw hell nah’ but in a more laurent way

He’s actually really upset for Damen

He heads back to the party and is walking through the crowd, trying to find Damen

He gets turned around and is back where he came out that hallway and makes eye contact with Jokaste who was walking out with Kastor

His eyes narrow and Jokaste tries to keep her best poker face and goes over to talk to Laurent who is stiff

It’s one thing to fight with Nik, Damen knew they didn’t get along and he more saw it as harmless bickering, it was another to fight with Jokaste, and while Laurent had the tongue of a viper, Jokaste had the tongue of Laurent, but a mind similar to his Uncle’s (in the sense of control and manipulation) and she has six years of street smarts.

(I see Damen/Jokaste/Nik as all very street smart while Laurent is booksmart, which to me makes sense bc Laurent didn’t have a lot of social interaction when he was a teenager, besides manipulation and abuse)

But Damen appears out of nowhere, and Laurent can feel his heart hurt bc he spent 10 minutes looking for him, but when Jokaste appeared he was there, instantly, and Laurent couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to have someone like Damen love him. Being greeted with smiles and eyes full of love.

Now he was just pissed (both at Jokaste for ruining a good thing and at himself for having a dumb thought that anyone would love him even a fraction of what Damen felt for Jokaste)

Nik was at the lavish bar and his drink (a straight shot of Vodka) was set down, only to be lifted up and thrown back by Laurent who sat down

Que Nik’s super offended and annoyed with Laurent face (yes Laurent has earned his very own countenance on Nikandros’ face) (he’s almost proud)

“ You can’t hold your liquor, Laurent” “you can’t hold a relationship but I don’t say anything”

Anyways they start talking and slowly they both realize they don’t want Damen to marry Jokaste

“We break them up”

“You can’t be serious, Laurent”

“She isn’t good for him and we both know she’s fucking Kastor.”

“and Damen would never listen to us.”

Laurent nods and this “And he would never listen to us. Too blinded by loyalty and love. A dog won’t listen when you tell him to bite their owner even if their owner beats them.”

“Too loyal.” Laurent nods again at this and they’ve both relaxed together, probably for the first time forever. “I don’t want to hurt Damen. I just...want to protect him”

“Jokaste will hurt him.”

“So we’re forced to choose what kind of hurt he feels?”

“Not forced. We’re in the trolley dilemma. Let one person get hit or five?”

“Who does Damen represent? The one or the five?”

Laurent doesn’t have an answer for this. What he does know is that he needs to stop the wedding and end the engagement. But, he can’t do it alone, without Nikandros. (He could but the risk of failure or getting caught diminishes with Nikandros)

Laurent orders two shots, him and Nik hold them up to each other. A serious countenance on both their faces “To Damen,” Laurent says.

“To Damen,” and they hit their glasses together and throw back the vodka

Wedding Sabotage au---engagement party part 2ish??

Damen comes over, drunk and happy at the engagement party and drapes himself over Nik, making kissy faces, trying to kiss him because “c’mere Nikky I love you so much”

“Damen hi” Nikandros is tense and Laurent gives him the look, u kno the one that’s like ‘if you dont relax i’ll make u and it won’t be pleasant’

“I saw you guys throw some cheers and drink,” Damen is only slightly slurring, swaying, and doesn’t seem to want to go away anytime soon. “How could you without me?”

“We through cheers to you kiddo”

“To me?” Damen lets out a giggle along with a dopey grin. “You guys are,” Damen presses his face into Nik’s ((I have Nik and Damen headcanoned as affectionate in the same way that girls traditionally are)) “the greatest.”

Damen takes a breath and stares at Laurent while resting his face against Nikandros, who is holding him up and patting his shoulder

Laurent: “What, Damen?” his words are tense

“Nothing. I enjoy the feeling I get when I look at you”

Laurent’s brain is like: skjkdsfgjdfshbgdjvhdj,hbd

Sorry no, its more like: SJKSGDJHGHGJHGHFDHDJGDGHKDSJH

So he just doesn’t reply and turns away and Damen is just like “remember when you were a kid? Like seven, and you would beg for me to pick you up but once you were up you refused to be put back down?”

And laurent is like ‘oh my god are you really going to do this now??’ but he just looks back over at damen with furrowed eyebrows damen is just like

“You’re gonna find someone whose gonna want to pick you up and never put you down. Just like Auguste and I.”

And Laurent is now very done with life and getting hit w a bus doesnt seem all too bad so he goes to leave

But laurent is petty and lives for drama

So of course b4 he goes

He gracefully strides up to Nik and Damen, Damen smiles

Laurent grabs Nikandros’ face with one hand (Nik is wide eyed but cant do nothing cause his hands are full) and says seductively “My place at eight, tomorrow” and strides out of the mansion

As soon as he exits though he feels sick and hurt and wants to puke so he texts Auguste who comes out immediately “do you want me to stay home with you?” “No just drive me home and go back to the party. I need to be alone”

MEANWHILE lmao Damen is like “hahahaha thats *eye twitch* interesting ummm Nik???? That Laurent would say thay hahaa r u going on a date or soemthing?????”

And Nik is like “uuuuhhh maybe?” bc he is like ‘is this part of the plan or????’

Damen is NOT jealous

Except that he is and is no longer in the mood for cuddles

Damen “im not jealous but ummm, excuse me sweetie :) u cant date laurent”

Nik is just ????????

wants to go home he can’t handle these children and is very tired

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i was tagged by @owvlery (thank yeee)(for this but also i am enjoying ur anon hour with the coffee theme cause lol)  >tagging @fjrebolt @mollyprewett @nexvilles @artemxis @fleurrdelacour @jilys  @jamespottuh @dementvr and anyone else who would like to complete these funky questions (tag me)(so i can intrude on ur personal lives plz) 🐝rules: complete the survey and say who tagged you in the beginning. when you’re finished, tag people to do this survey. have fun and enjoy! 1: are you named after someone? nopity nope  2: when was the last time you cried? erm i suddenly can’t remember anything in life (maybe within the last week)(like i saw at least one movie i am fairly certain i cried in)  3: do you like your handwriting? ya (altho i get annoyed when trying to do artsy stuff sometimes cause i tend to slope up or down when there r no lines to draw on)(that’s not really handwriting tho more like my ability to write in a straight line idk)  4: what is your favourite lunch meat? this is a weird question – chicken? is this meant to be for in a sandwich? or just meat u like for lunch? (all i can think of is how i hate most meat people put in sandwiches so idk) (i’m probably gonna be a vegetarian some day lol)(even tho that’s a stupid idea cause i’m low on iron)(idk stay tuned)  5: do you have kids? hahahahahhaaa nope i am still a kid (tho not legally)(cries)(i have had to fill out too many forms recently)(i don’t like being responsible someone halp)  6: if you were another person, would you be friends with you? yes i’m freaking amazing (lol idk it might get boring if we were like clones cause we’d have exactly the same ideas) (or would that be interesting) (who the frick knows?)  7: do you use sarcasm? lol m8 who do u think i am? ofc 

8: do you still have your tonsils? yeappo 9: would you bungee jump? i like the idea of thrills like i am an adventurer and thrill seeker but heights r a nono for me like i struggle going up the sky tower and stuff so i probably wouldn’t be able to get to the platform but i feel like it’d be a sick life experience tho  10: what is your favourite kind of cereal? there is this stuff called berry berry nice and i loved it as a child and still love it (also weet bix is a must have in the pantry also)  11: do you untie your shoes when you take them off? i do atm i go thro stages (i am a capable human rn)   12: do you think you’re a strong person? i am weak but not weak willed (altho my mind is a sieve) (but like i am strong in character i reckon) (just don’t ask me to lift heavy objects) (plz) (my arms will snap) 13: what is your favourite ice cream flavour? cookies n cream can take my soul (but also with rly fancy ice cream u gotta love like mango sorbets and stuff)  14: what is the first thing you notice about people? um? i’ll get back to u i sorta don’t really know – i mean i guess their general appearance if i meet them in person ??  16: what is the least favourite physical thing you like about yourself? my crappy skin can go screw itself ty  17: what colour pants and shoes are you wearing now? lol i just woke up i have no pants or shoes on (funny story i just went into the kitchen to get an apricot (yum) and then there was a random man in our garden (i think he is here to fix the pool filter) and he looked like he was gonna try and come in and talk to someone about our filter but i didn’t want to interact with him pantless so i ran past the window cause also if he saw me he’d expect interaction)  19: what are you listening to right now? melanie martinez is rocking my new stereo (or boombox)(lol i love that word)  20: if you were a crayon, what colour would you be? i don’t care about the colour but i want a pretentious name (like idk mermaid mania but it’s just a nice blue for the sea)(okay i looked up crayon colour names and i wanna be Permanent Geranium Lake)(it’s red)(wtf)  21: favourite smell? ahhh help!! how do i chose (i’m just gonna list off a few) cinnamon, lavender, the sea, vanilla,  22: who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? my mum’s friend who answered the phone when my mum was driving and it was a very awkward conversation (and i still brought a crappy plate holder because of it)(whyyy)  23: favourite sport to watch? waterpolo probs cause i used to play and i love it  24: hair color? like a light brown ? (i wanna dye it pink)(like bright pink)(it could look terrible but i sorta wanna do it)  25: eye colour? like brown but also could be hazel cause there is a little green tint sometimes  26: do you wear contacts? when i rly need to see and i wanna swim or soemthing (but i have to be desperate)(they suck the life outta my eyes and general being)  27: favourite food to eat? apple crumble is my go to for this question cause it’s my true love  28: scary movies or comedy? quality of movie not genre is what i judge by (also depends what mood i’m in)(but i’m up for both)  29: last movie you watched? la la land (wozah)  30: what colour of shirt are you wearing? urm it’s a alice through the looking glass shirt (i still haven’t seen the movie)(but i love the books)(and someone brought it for me)(and it’s the perfect pajama top) it’s white but there is blue on it too

31: summer or winter? gimme that long summer break with the beach and the sun !! (it’s officially summer now guys btw)(cause the shape of my bikini has been completely seared onto my body)(whoops: how not to be sunsafe with kate)  32: hugs or kisses? gimme them hugs plz  33: what book are you currently reading? too many books i h8 myself  34: who do you miss right now? my best friend has been away (and away from wifi) for a bit and i miss talking to her  35: what is on your mouse pad? lol (no mousepad sry kiddos)  36: what is the last tv program you watched? friends ? maybe ? i think i watched an episode when my friend came over recently  37: what is the best sound? woww this is harddd i love weird laughs honestly everyone laugh is so so precious also i love the sounds of nature and summer and the beach (also music is a quality sound)  38: rolling stones or the beatles? aghjsdk okay well i love both but the beatles and i have a longer history so i’m gonna have to choose the good ol sargent pepper’s lonely heart’s club band  39: what is the furthest you have ever traveled? aussie (it’s gonna be a shook to the system when i have to be on a plane any longer than 3 hours)  40: do you have a special talent? i won the last catch a marshmellow in ur mouth competition against my siblings? and i am the master of do everything the last minute (idk)(i’m pretty good at reading people i guess?)  41: where were you born? haha here (nz)(oh and let’s pretend it wasn’t hamilton)

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Addie Dille - Period 4

What's the Use? or Ladders-Mac Miller: I Usually start my day by listening to the entirety of Mac Miller's album "Swimming". However, these two songs are two of my favorites to wake up to because they have an energetic beat while still being chill and low-key enought to start off my day. Listening to Mac Miller's music always gives me the perfect start to my day. Eleanor Rigby-The Beatles: Back when we were still in school, my dad and I would always listen to old-timey music on the way to school. The Beatles always givs me a nostalgic feeling and instantly makes me think of my dad and our daily drives to school. I honestly didn't realize how much I would miss the time we spent in the car and all the classic music we listened to. So, whenever we get the chance to be in the car, I try to play a few classics. Swim Good-Frank Ocean: I listen to this song at all times of the day and it has been my favorite song for as long as I can remember. However, lately it's become a reminder for me to keep going and stay strong throughout everything. The line "I'ma try to swim from somehting bigger than me" has kept me positive during quaantine and has been on repeat for the past few weeks. I usually find myself listening to this song while studying or spending time outside. Boredom-Tyler, the Creator ft. Rex Orange County: This song sums up my life for the last couple of months. I am always bored and looking or soemthing to do. So, I ususally just listen to music or watch Netflix (Most days I even get bored of doing that). I've been playing it a lot recently, especially since I've been extremely bored. Borderline & The Less I Know the Better-Tame Impala: Tame Impala always lifts my spirits, especially these two. The iconic, repeated guitar riff in "The Less I Know the Better" puts me in such a good mood. For that reason, I usually listen to it in between zoom classes for an energy boost. Salad Days-Mac DeMarco: This song is about how important your youth is and to make the most of it. It reminds me to make that leap because I may not get the same chances again. It reminds me to make new memories and experience new things. I usually listen to this song when I'm having a bad day or need a reminder to try new things.