#that wasnt very seize the day of you

[i-aint-got-santa-fe]

that wasn't very seize the day of you 🙄👊‼️

[desire-mona]

Could I ask for a mini ramble on why Keating is your favourite character? Poised with a notebook and pen to take down notes haha

YES!!!!!!!

BECAUSE NOBODY EVER TALKS ABOUT HIM AND THATS HONESTLY SO RUDE!!!!!!!

so like. keating; let's talk about that

we desperately need to acknowledge that keating is an amazing man right down to his core. he is so passionate about living life in a way that makes him feel fulfilled that he makes it his main goal to teach others how to do the same.

he experienced the same exact thing as the poets, remember, the movie makes a big deal of how nothing at welton changes. he had the same exact oppressive environment growing up as they did, so he knew exactly how to connect to these boys.

HIS INTENTIONS AND ACTIONS WERE NOTHING BUT PURE, AND THATS WHAT MAKES HIS ENDING ALL THE MORE DEVASTATING.

every single one of his peers and superiors fully believed that neil's death was keatings fault, and actively shunned him for it. not a singular person that wasnt a Teenager in his community understood what he was trying to do. welton painted the narrative that keating taught these insane useless lessons about breaking the rules BUT NEED! I! REMIND! YOU! HE MADE A PRETTY BIG EMPHASIS ON THE FACT THAT U GOTTA BE SMART ABT IT! he called out charlie for the call from god thing for a reason!!

another crazy devastating thing abt keating + neils death is the fact that neil was understanding exactly what carpe diem mean's IMMEDIATELY. AND WAS ACTING ON IT!! he pursued things that he knew would make him happy and fulfilled in the long run, he knew what he wanted to do with his life and he took the first opportunity to get it. the exact fucking definition of seizing the day. keating was REACHING THIS KID SO WELL!! HE WAS UNDERSTANDING EXACTLY WHAT HE WAS SAYING!!! AND THEN!!! AND THEN!!!!!!!!!!

so imagine this. you grow up in the most rigid, boring, unchanging environment and decide fuck it, im gonna Do Something for Myself for Once. you start to think oh, this is actually kinda sick, doing things that make me happy. you escape the environment that aims to essentially make these Children into what their idea of successful is. (quick reminder that there are actual children also attending welton. like kids. like 9 year olds n shit.) you actually chase after every opportunity to be what your idea of successful is, and were so passionate about that way of living that you learned how to teach others how to do it. and also poetry and stuff.

so youre doing exactly that, you finally got to a point where youre doing exactly what you wanna do, and teaching these kids in a situation just like yours. and its going SO WELL! there's this one kid who just GETS IT and is doing it flawlessly and then - oh !

and now everyone around you is like um wtf this is your fault actually. SO YOU HAVE TO PROCESS THE FACT THAT YOUR STUDENT IS DEAD ON TOP OF HAVING TO RELIVE THE ENVIRONMENT YOU HATED AND ACTIVELY WORKED AGAINST YOUR ENTIRE LIFE. AND NOW YOU HAVE NO INCOME OR COMMUNITY OR HOME OR FRIENDS. AND THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT KNOW YOU ARENT A MURDERER ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. AND YOUR WIFE LIVES IN ANOTHER COUNTRY. OH AND ALSO YOUR RESUME IS RUINED AND ITLL PROBABLY BE PRETTY HARD TO FIND ANOTHER JOB IF YOU CAN AT ALL.

AND YOU HAVE CANCER. HE HAS CANCER IN THE OG SCRIPT.

keating is my personal description of raw devastation. all of who you are and what you wanted to be is in shambles because of something that isnt your fault. but almost everyone around you thinks it is your fault. and we're just gonna move on from that? thats it? thats the end of the story? no more keating after that?????? downright evil. more people gotta talk about this wonderful man!!!!!

also very sorry if this makes no sense, im quite high. but also shameless self promo pls interact with my ask blog @ask-captain-keating bc i lob running it. pleags. ily for asking this btw!!!!

[urbestestwindgod]

epic the musical sagas 1-7 song rating tw i have bad taste

1. keep your friends close—this shouldnt be a shocker this was the song that after knowing abt epic but noy having tiktok at the time to be able to see its progress n stuff i didnt know much abt it n listening to the songs out of order was confusing but the moment i hesrd this enchanting melody i was a fan fan downloading tiktok just for the updates from jorge this has been my unbeatable favorite for a while im rlly annoying abt it as we know

2. open arms—the first released song i heard that introduced me to epic and again not knowing much abt it or how to listen to it in order in the early days (fun fact my intelligence peaked in algebra and ive never been that smart abt anything else ever) seeing ppl talk abt polities not knowing he died was kinda scary like wdym this cutie goes to “the wrong club”?? :(

3. suffering—its fun n ody gets to talk to his wife what do u want from me

4. scylla—AHHHHHHHHHH i fold over and seize every time those strings start after the “hello”

5. ruthlessness—like the idea of poseidon man handling him what can i say WHAT DO YOU W A N T from meee

6. wouldnt you like—i would i would

7. remember them—hes so dumb i lovw him

8. lucky runs out—if iii wasnt overstimulated rn i could gather my thoughts and explain this but unfortunately i am a student

9. storm—this and luck runs out are twins in my head and heart

10. polyphemus—THATS MY CYCLOPS!!! HELL YEA!!!

11. legendary—very good, love how telemachus sings like an adolescent love his dreams and love him unfortunately it IS in the same saga as….her

12. little wolf—I THOUGHT WE WOULD ALL AHIP HIM AND ANTINOUS AFTER THIS AONG BC THERES TENSION GUYS I SWEAR WDYM ITS CONTROVERSIAL :(

13. no longer you—if i could dance i would dance to this, with air probably but still

14. full speed ahead—need this song spoonfed to me while i bang on the table like a toddler in a highchair

15. the horse and the infant—NEOPTOLEMUS MENTIONED??? AHHH!!!!

16. different beast—lovely lovely lovely his voice is so

17. survive—oooo uhhhh

18. mutiny—it shocks me every time somehow

19. monster—should be higher but i forgor abt it srry—yeayea great song kick my feet to it wvery tim

20. warrior of the mind—greek son and thought daughter (was funnier in my head)

21. my goodbye—she leaved :(

22. puppeteer—if circe (odyssey) didnt plague my view of circe (epic) i would like her songs more sorry guys

23. done for—is it baaaaadddd that i dont have many thoughts on this :(

24.there are other ways—IM SURE THERE ARE CIRCE IM SURE THERE ARE

25. thunder bringer—again this was meant to be higher but i was gonna put it somewhere special and forgor :(

26. the underworld—oh ouch ouch ouch ouchie ouch

27. god games—THE SNIPPET OF THIS WAS THE FIRST EPIC SONG I EVER HEARD AND KICKSTARTED A GREEK MYTHOLOGY PHASE THAT MY FAMILY WILL NEVER FORGIVE JORGE FOR. apollos part was so short tho 😔 sigh…

28. just a man—I LIKE IT I JUST NEVER REMEMBER IT AGHHHHH I LOVE IT THO I SWEAR I SWEAR I SWEAR

29. we’ll be fine—OMFGOMFGOMFG unfortunately it is right before….yeaaaa

30. love in paradise—OH EWEWEWEWEWEW i would like this a lot more if people didnt act like calypso deserved to feel happiness or joy or pleasure or even life? idn where this unbridled hatred for her comes from i dont feel this way about way worse characters BUT I WANT EVERY DEATH IN THE ILIAD DONE TO CALYPSO FIVE TIMES EACH CALYPSO WHEN I CATCH UR ASS—its not even about odysseus anymore ody get in the car mama has business to attend to WHEN IM NOT SORRY FOR LOVING U COMES OUT I WILL SHAKE MY HEAD IN DISAPPOINTMENT AND and gently and discreetly remove it from my epic playlist :3 i block everyone i see who talks positively about her genuinely she ruins my day. i know shes not real but still the concept of her makes me physically shake in anger sometimes in the middle of my perfectly normal day SHE SUCKS I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER SO FUCKING MUCH dont ask me why i dont know why but just just put me in a room with her and every weapon ever ever made that would be wish fulfillment for me

saga rating is ocean, thunder, cyclops, troy, underworld, circe, wisdom (and depending on how im not sorry for loving u goes justr know vengeance is going in eighth)

anyways uhm im a little manic this week but i hope i didnt make u hate me TOO much with this i am aware that my taste in everything is bad my favorite food is plain butterless angel hair noodles ans my favorite drink is water, my favorite color is green, my favorite animal is probably frogs bc most animals give me the heebie jeebies, and my favorite book is frankenstein thanks for being here i love u :3

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

So you know that Cliché of someone walking in on someone naked In Their room or something?

Could you do Sir pentious, Angel dust, Stolas, Asmodeus, reaction to seeing their, S/O naked, pre relationship.

Walking in on their future S/O naked

Sir Pentious

Pentious, despite his ever present air of confidence and dominance, was rather... clumsy, when it came to sexual encounters.

Now that's not to say he couldn't be a dirty snake~ but really, if you push the right buttons when he wasnt expecting it, he became a blushing doe.

It'd be a few months before you formerly started dating, but even then, you were practically inseparable, the two of you barely spent a moment a part.

Hell, you even lived with him, you were practically a couple.

But you weren't.

So it'd be after Sir Pent finally seized a rivals turf, when he'd burst into the manor the man absolutely brimming with pride.

And so, after pulling out a good bottle of wine, he rushed to your room, fully intending to celebrate with you.

And itd be with bottle in hand a set of glasses in the other, that he rushed up to your room.

Bursting the door open, he was moments from cheering 'Let's Celebrate' when he froze.

Because Stood before him. Was you.

Naked.

Naked as the day you were born.

Pentious. Didnt know what to do.

He wasn't ashamed to admit it, but he stared.

He stared hard.

Every eye on his body bulged as he stared at you. The man's jaw practically hitting the floor.

"Get out!" You snapped, covering yourself up.

That snapped him out of his stunned silence, the man freaking out and literally slithering over himself to get out of your room.

Of course, he'd burst into your room, and being the clutz he was, he took far longer than needed, eyes still on you the entire time as he tried to escape.

He eventually got out, you slamming the door behind him.

Pentious stood there flushed and embarrassed before your door, and as much as he tried to surpress it, he was aroused.

Youd leave your room several minutes later, and while the man tried to apologise, youd shush him, grabbing the wine, opening it before taking several deep chugs.

After that you celebrated his achievement, never bringing up what had just happened, but still having a good time together celebrating regardless.

It wouldn't be till later into your relationship that you'd bring it up, the both of you able to have a good laugh over your little run in.

Though it was clear to both of you that you were destined to end up together. The whole thing remaining a pleasant memory for the both of you.

Angel Dust

It'd be like any other day.

Angel, having finished the "redemption inspirations" Charlie assigned him.

And with Husk too drunk to pour drinks, and the spider hating to drink alone, would seek you out.

He'd reach your room quickly enough, and despite never knocking before in his life, he didn't knock, just walking into your room as he always did.

Walking in, the man casually walked over to your bed, falling back onto it, as he so often did, the spider spending many an hour in your room.

NOT LIKE THAT!

Though it's not like he hadn't asked. And offered. The man offering countless times. Honestly it was slightly annoying, but he didn't mind. You were friendly and for now that'll do.

For now.

But, so far all he'd gotten out of it was a very friendly friendship. The man really enjoying his time with you.

It'd be as he laid there, thinking about his day that he'd finally look around your room.

And that's when he'd fine you... staring at him, stood before your dresser.

Butt. Naked.

He looked over your body for a minute, before looking up, finding you staring right at him.

"Nice legs." He told you, turning onto his side with a smirk.

"Get Out!"

You shouted, covering yourself up.

The spider considered sticking around, but he wasn't that big of a dick, so he got up and left.

Of course, that wouldn't be the end of it, I mean, this is Angel were talking about.

He'd tease, prod, and offer too 'show you his so you'd be even.'

He'd keep it up, playfully teasing you until you finally ended up in bed together, the spider telling you the next morning.

"Now we're even."

Of course, that wasn't the end of it, he'd still bring it up.

The man was a constant tease, but now that you'd actually slept together, he'd do it less, the man having a while new variety of things to tease you with.

Stolas

It'd actually be on a shopping trip with the man when he'd first see your bareness form, devoid of a singular garb.

Now, Stolas always looked good, but after the divorce you felt he needed some new attire.

So, renting out a tailors shop, you'd spend the day getting him a new wardrobe. Trying on a myriad of outfits to find his 'new look'.

It'd be as he did that you'd regularly open the curtains before he was ready, wanting to see his attire.

And it'd be after a particularly silly outfit you insisted he'd wear, you laughing up a storm, that he'd force you to wear an outfit, something you'd agree to, simply our of the spirit of fairness.

So, picking out something he thought was funny, it'd be several moments after you stepped into the changing room, that he'd get an awful idea.

A wonderful, Awful, devious amd sinful idea.

And so, With a wicked grin, the man walked forwards and with a great big grin, he tore the curtain open.

Only, for you to be stood there, completely naked.

Turning to him, you'd simply raise a brow, and with the cock of your hip asked him simply.

"You mind?"

To which, as stolas does when embarrassed.

He freaked.

He sputtered and fumbled, squawking as he tried and failed to close the curtain before he froze up, simply turning around and running.

Youd close the curtain yourself, getting dressed, only to step out to an empty room.

It took a little searching, but you found him behind the large fainting couch, the man completely red faced.

Youd just roll your eyes, before asking him about your outfit. It took Stolas a minute, the Avian still blushing, but despite his blushing self, managed to laugh at the gaudy attire he'd chosen for you.

The rest of the day went well, choosing several outfits for the man, the two of you heading back to his manor.

It'd be after you arrived, dropping him off, the two of you speaking breifly before taking your leave, the two of you saying your goodbyes.

And itd be just as you were stepping into your Iimo that he'd ask if, maybe, you'd like to have dinner some time.

At first you thought he simply meant spending some time together, but you quickly realised what he meant, as he fumbled his words, a blush crossing his face.

Wearing a devious smile, you'd agree, telling him when to pick you up.

Youd of course end up together, after a few dates. And despite him still technically being on the rebound, you'd end up giving it a go, the two of you forming a deeply intimate relationship.

You were sure to bring up the little Incident, your favourite was of course getting naked before he enters a room, always giving him a show, the man steadily getting used to it.

More than a few hot and heavy make-out sessions, and even more royal romps started from those little 'surprises.'

Asmodeus

Well, I mean, how do you think this would go?

You were Asmodeus' assistant.

Well, his newest assistant.

Most don't really think about it, simply thinking it'd be Party time 24/7.

And yeah, it kinda was, but Asmodeus was a very, VERY busy Sin, and as such, required someone to manage his time.

But, as you may imagine, being in such an important and close position, it'd be only natural that you got Intimately familiar with the man. Though you did attempt to stay professional, something Asmodeus commended.

But the first time he saw your birthday suit was rather simple.

Working with Ozzie, you'd find yourself surrounded by deviance pretty much 24/7. And much to your pride, and growing frustration, you held yourself off from such actions.

Ignoring sin in favour of assisting your boss, regardless of the many, Many, MANY, times 'Ozzie' had offered for you to take some time off and have some "Fun".

But you'd resist, dedicating yourself to your work.

Unfortunately for you, that included being around sex, ALLLLL THE TIME!

As such, you'd get covered in fluids... sexual fluids. Often.

Very often.

As such, you found yourself changing out of some less than cleanly clothing multiple times a day.

And it'd be as you changed out of a lube soaked outfit that Ozzie would waltz into the office you used to change often, actually having several changes of clothes hidden in said office.

Youd pause, buck naked after cleaning yourself off, the man simply telling you something about a future meeting he wanted you to know.

The man as casual as ever as you stood there fully naked, the man going on for several minutes, trailing on about something or other, you couldn't really think of anything as you were frozen solid, horrified for being caught, literally, with your pants down.

Or rather off.

Several moments of silence passed before he stopped looking down at you, as someone if his stature tends to.

After a moment, the man seemingly realising you were in fact naked, he perked right up, a wicked grin stretching his odly shaped head.

"Well, well, well~ what do we have here?"

He purred, leaning down, you blushing up a storm, weakly attempting to cover yourself up.

"It ain't nothing I haven't seen before... but if you'd like I could strip down so your not alone~"

He circled you like a bird of Prey, the man ending up behind you, whispering in your ear. "But you've been such a hard-working little demon, I feel a... Reward is earned~"

Now... a lesser person would have done the professional thing and gotten dressed, before returning back to work.

But you... You fucked your boss in that office. Or rather, He fucked you, in that office.

Like a real Assistant would.

That of course would only be the first of many such "meetings" in that office, your FWB relationship with your boss steadily blooming into something more intimate.

Of course, you kept that under wraps, but behind closed doors, you steadily formed a genuine relationship between the two of you.

You of course, kept working hard, but now you indulged. Especially with Asmodeus, you becoming his Right Hand. Indulging in every Sin your employer/Lover indulged in.

Though, the best indugences were behind closed doors. The Sin often texting you to meet him in that office, the one that started it all, the Sin always expecting you to be buck naked, and well, you didnt want to disappoint. That dinky little office becoming your unofficial 'rendezvous' point, the two of you breaking in every position, counter-top, chair and table in that room. The two of you lewd and in love~

[robynbaldurlogs]

baldur log day 1 + 2

day 1 i dont have much to show for this day visually bc i wasnt actively documenting... but essentially, i: made my character, went through the beginning tutorials and stuff, took the little brain guy with me, saved shadowheart, and crashed on the beach. then i stopped playing. here is the only image i took before i got off LOL

day 2 ok. so: shadowheart is cool as fuck. i LOVE her already. cannot wait to strengthen the social link with her or whatever the hell you call it. get the friendship numbers up. this fuckass poem had me dead:

shoutout the bitch queen ig whoever you are. keep serving also i love this fucking guy. i can tell hes a conniving fuck but ohhhh hes kinda hot though!

like why is he kinda cunty. but yea anyways he joined my party. also met this guy. gale. he is strangely charming. but he also gives me zephyr breeze vibes (which is bad) and jack sparrow vibes (which is very good). told my friend speves that and that i thought he looked like a smart himbo and she was like "i dont blame you for that read" + "we'll see" which i Dont Know how to take. my judgements were based off the literal first minute of conversation btw

+ really stupid visual glitch i almost didnt notice. theyre fusing

shadowheart talk your shit man.

"just waiting, like a lovesick puppy?" ...... thats a bad thing? whatever you say man. gonna scare shadowheart with commitment. COMMITMENT JUMPSCARE BOO also little parentheses shadowheart is the most fucking dementia raven way ass name and i love it but it was hard to take it seriously for a little bit. warrior cats ass name. also i got crazy fucking lucky with my rolls. dont have many screenshots but i kept getting high numbers it was lucky as shit up until gale talked to me about needing to consume magical items like crack i read his mind with the mindflayer tadpole and found out it was cus he consumed some crazy ass Dark Magic or something, got a critical failure first, then just used some inspiration i had to get it right, and rolled high as shit LMAO

hit the rolls TWICE btw. read his mind once and then went deeper into his mind which had a 15 dc and got that too. hell yeah baby. also afterwards i was totally honest with him about reading his mind and he freaked the fuck out which fair i read your mind. i get it. but still

then i calmed him down by being like "hey man i had to know. youre dangerous" and passed the persuasion check :sunglasses: easiest game of my fucking life oh i talked to shadowheart abt her pains before that which was cool every conversation i have with her makes me like her more.

i met wyll. great guy. i went to camp to long rest and he dropped some INSANE fucking knowledge on me. like. i could live by this

so i switched gale out in my party with him LMAOOOOOOO and had a conversation with astarion about how hed kill me if i started turning. i asked what he would prefer personally and he said decapitation. which was CRAZY. so i was like yeah sure king decapitate me if i turn. do your thing. i trust your judgment

also talked to shadowheart bc i will seize every chance to learn more about her

then i left camp, talked to kagha while looking for a healer, got them to free a tiefling girl through more persuasion rolls (BECAUSE IM GOATED) and talked to the healer nettie who was fixing a Regular Bird

she told me how strange it is that we arent turning, to swear on my life id drink a poison if i saw any symptoms (which i of course agreed to, shadowheart approved and astarion did not) and stopped playing on the way to rescue halsin. fun times!

p.s. days doesnt necessarily mean im playing this daily but rather just what happens when i play per irl day... days just works as a way to categorize tbh

[the-pinstriped-hood]

The Next day.....

Bo's eyes fluttered open, groaning and yawning.

Looking around, Percy's bedroom.

He must have passed out in the truck.

He must have gotten carried to bed by Vincent.

Percy must have gotten him in his Pajamas. Chuckling, he found her side of the bed, empty. His trunks and her bathing suit were hanging off the shower wall. And the smell of Pecan pancakes was leading him from bed to the kitchen where Percy was busy in her own PJ's which was basically one of his shirts and....her panties. God Bo loved her.

"I was wondering when you were gonna join me~" She smiled, glancing behind her. He purred in her ear. "Smells divine, darlin'. I taught you well."

"Well nobody knows more about Southern cuisine than you, Bo..." She plated a few more pancakes.

Bo had given her one of his iron skillets, showing her how the best sunny side up eggs had to be sizzling in the fat from the bacon first. This is how they woke up together the first time they made love. Bo went in for a kiss and there was a knock at the door. The frustrated look on his face was immeasurable and his morning was ruined.

"Can you go get that for me hon? It's Ava, she texted me she was coming over..."

"Sure thing, baby doll."

The door opened as Ava found a shirtless Bo greeting her. "She told me you were, comin' Ava."

Ava nodded. "Where's Percy? She said I could borrow some of her clothes."

"one sec'." Bo closes the door and goes back into the kitchen. "She's here, you go help her I'll finish up breakfast."

"Thanks hon."

Percy met Ava in the living room, leading her back to her bedroom and let her look through her closet as Percy got dressed.

The guitarist looked over as Percy stretched. A brand on her inner left thigh in the shape of an E. It was heavily scarred skin.

"Woah Perc, i aint checking you out I promise but whats that on your thigh there? It looks pretty bad. You okay?"

Percy seized up immediately. "It's....not your problem, Ava..." She backed off averting her eyes.

Ava exhaled, a sadness washing over her. "Hate to break it to ya but yes, youre like my sister, that means your problems are my problems dude. But if you dont want to talk about it i completely understand." Ava gave Percy a huge hug. "I'm always here if you need me though, dont forget that."

Before Ava could reach for the doorknob. Percy held her hand. "Wait...." Percy sat on the bed and showed her trauma. "I know what you're thinking ...it wasn't Bo..." She lowered her voice.

Ava sat next to Percy, her heart broke when she got a closer look at the scars. "Promise it wasnt Bo? Cause he may be my best friend but im not afraid to knock his lights out." Ava said seriously, giving her hand a squeeze.

"I promise you. Bo would never do such a thing. He may stoop to murder, but he would never hurt me like this." She showed her again. "It's too old already, I got this years ago from an insane ex."

Percy struggled through recounting her run in with Eddie. "if Vincent hadn't gotten Bo, I would have very much been dead in the museum that day. He and Vincent both saved me that day.

"I always wondered which of the sculptures was Eddie's and Vincent told me none of them were. Bo had.....dragged him into his basement. I never heard anything about it until Bo told me. He laid off the gruesome details but told me that his corpse was dumped in his backyard. He really did a number on Eddie." Percy seemed to smile at the thought of her ex's terrible fate. "Bo may be an ass but he's my ass. You can go ask him for details if you want..."

Ava and Percy hugged it out, she took her borrowed clothes and left smiling at Bo. "Take good care of Percy."

Bo looked confused. "The hell?"

"I mean it...." And with that Ava left.

"The hell was that about?"

"she....saw my injury."

Bo snorted and nodded. "That reminds me after dinner I gotta take care of business after breakfast...."

Tag:@rottent33th @slaasherslut @allthingsblood @cries-in-latino

[littlebearboo]

okay so back to my marshal/raymond debacle... I need a tag for this LMAO

so rosie... sweet beautiful innocent rosie.... has fallen victim to marshal's woes and rants about raymond. he's declared ione is too honest for him. he's not wrong

rosie is marshal's best friend. they got along the very minute they met and rosie said the way he pronounced "buongiorno" was impeccable and just how she would hear in the movies (it wasn't impeccable, but neither of them has to know)

rosie, being the ever-so lovely peppy villager, always compliments marshal on his outfits and he appreciates how she actually notices the small details. for example, when his sunglasses were onyx and NOT obsidian, whereas that plebe marty called them black! ("he called them BLACK, rosie! BLACK! i swear, is he living under a rock?! how he manages to style his house in that cute way *see: pompompurin* but cannot tell the difference between onyx and obsidian astounds me." "marshal please, be easy on him. he asked me today what your favourite candy is because he was going to give them to you as an apology... also just remember not everyone lives in our fashion bubble. you could stand to be a bit nicer!" "humph... I guess you're right. did you tell him i liked chocolate instead of candy?" "yes silly, i did")

sidenote: i seriously find it adorable how smug and peppy villagers get along so well. just the other day marshal was explaining how he loves having cheri as a neighbour despite having to hear bubblegum pop from her windows everyday. you could even catch him humming the melody sometimes....

so back to the matter at hand. rosie could sense from the start marshal had a special inclination towards raymond. ever since he stayed at the campsite. marshal was trying his hardest to act inconspicuously but the fact remains, he brought him up in conversations four different times in the same evening (clearly trying to scope out any information about him). four times. four times more than anyone else he'd mention that wasnt some luxury fashion designer.

rosie knew.

she didn't say anything because she knew marshal would never admit it. but she is now marshal's speed dial for anything raymond related. well actually no, she's marshal's speed dial for ANYTHING. ("is my tail too fluffy today? GOD everyone's going to notice. especially raymond. god i can just imagine what he's going to say. that's it, I'm not leaving my house. tell everyone i'm sick" *later that day* ROSIE WHY DID BOTH BOO AND BEAR GIVE ME MEDICINE?!")

as the best friend, she plays her role to perfection. she gives advice when he asks, she makes jokes at raymond's expense when marshal needs it the most, but most importantly she's just there for him. any time of the day. hence why I've run into them at each other's houses!

also i hope she doesn't mind me saying this but she wishes she could get closer to lolly..... there's just something about her that makes her want to know her more. she always sees lolly sitting under a tree on a nice sunny day with a book and she always wants to approach her and ask about it. she finds her so sweet and cute but despite her peppy and bubbly personality she finds herself unable to string a full sentence together when speaking to lolly! she, in her words, is a "marble mouth" when it comes to lolly.

she goes to marshal for advice. the ironic thing is that marshal tells her to just be honest with her. seize the day. how rosie wishes she could say the same back to him.

(rosie doesn't know, but lolly finds her endearing. the few times they have spoken to each other have been so memorable that lolly recalls them every now and then before she goes to bed. she ends up going to bed with a big smile on her face)

[timelesslords]

it’s just around the corner darling (‘cause it lives in me)

8-year-old Annabeth is supposed to be sleeping. Instead, she overhears a few things she probably shouldn't.

***

Aka I get very in my feels about pre-TLT found family and baby Annabeth

“She’s a little kid, of course she’s fuckin’ slow.”

Thalia’s words seemed to turn Annabeth’s blood to ice.

She was supposed to be sleeping, and she almost had been before Grover and Thalia had started yelling at each other outside the door of the safe house they’d just barely made it too.

Well, until Thalia had started yelling at Grover, because Grover didn’t really yell, and he definitely didn’t yell at Thalia, who he always seemed particularly nervous and twitchy around.

All thoughts of sleeping were immediately banished as panic seized Annabeth instead.

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She kept herself as still as possible, eyes shut like she was sleeping. She heard Luke shift, maybe looking over his shoulder.

Annabeth wished she could see his face. Did he think she was slow too? Did Grover want to leave her behind? Luke would never let that happen, Annabeth knew that much, but she couldn’t help the guilt from washing over her anyway. Luke had had to carry her the last few miles tonight because her legs just wouldn’t work anymore, not matter how hard she tried to push them. That had only happened a few times ever, Annabeth made sure of it, but she knew they were trying to go fast now, and they were walking and running more than they ever had before. Luke hadn’t been mad, just scooped her up when he saw her stumbling. But they had gone slower after that, and it was her fault.

Annabeth felt her eyes prickle with tears, and she blinked them into her makeshift pillow. Crying was stupid, and it wasnt going to make her faster. She willed herself to stop before anyone could hear— Luke thought she was asleep, and she didn’t want to admit that she wasn’t.

Thalia and Grover were talking again, but their voices were just barely too quiet for her to make out the words. Thalia sounded mad, and Grover was talking fast, like he was trying to get the words out before Thalia yelled at him again. Annabeth picked up Grover saying “please” a few times, and then Thalia saying “no” very forcefully. They argued for another minute, Annabeth’s heart beating in nervous anticipation for each word.

“Don’t bring it up again,” Thalia snapped, loud enough for Annabeth to hear, and then she heard the door of the safe house being pulled back, and soft footsteps walking inside.

“Is she asleep?” Thalia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. It was a sharp contrast from the tone she’d been using outside with Grover. Luke must have nodded, because Thalia sighed, and Annabeth heard her sitting down.

“What was that all about?” Luke asked. Annabeth could hear the forced casual tone he was putting on. If Annabeth had heard part of the conversation then Luke must have too, but he seemed like he wanted Thalia herself to tell him. Thalia made a displeased noise.

“Grover wants me and him to go ahead. Without you two,” she said, lowering her voice even more than she had when she first entered the safe house. Despite how quiet they were, Annabeth could still practically feel the distaste in her words. Annabeth could feel her heart speeding up uncomfortably. Was Thalia going to leave them behind? But she didn’t sound happy about it at all, and that calmed Annabeth’s nerves a little.

“What did you say?” Luke asked. The forced tone was gone, replaced by irritation, Annabeth thought. It was harder to tell without being able to see his expression, but Annabeth could imagine the frown on his face pretty well.

“I told him where he could stick his furry little hooves,” Thalia muttered bitterly. Annabeth didn’t quite understand what that meant, but judging from the way Luke snorted it was probably kind of rude.

“Bet he liked that,” Luke said, sarcastically.

“Whatever. He’s the reason we’re behind anyway,” Thalia said.

She sounded angry. Annabeth knew that shouldn’t make her feel good. Thalia being mad never tended to end well, regardless of where her anger was directed. But Annabeth couldn’t help but feel a rush of relief anyway. If Thalia was angry at Grover’s suggestion then that meant wasn’t leaving.

At the same time, her words filled Annabeth with dread. They were behind, and that was bad, and Annabeth was slowing them down. Even Thalia had said so.

“Why did he want to split up at all? Isn’t three fighters better than one?” Luke asked. The forced casualness was back, and Annabeth didn’t like it, but she couldn’t help but feel a little burst of pride that he’d counted her as one of the fighters in the group.

Thalia sighed again, and Annabeth heard a scraping noise. A second later the heat from the campfire flared.

“He said it would be faster,” Thalia said finally, reluctantly, “And that it might be safer for you two to not have me around.”

“That’s bullshit,” Luke said, angrily.

“I… I don’t know. Maybe.”

“What, you think you’re special?” Luke said, though now his tone was laced with amusement.

“Well apparently I smell extra tasty,” Thalia replied, only a hint sarcastic. Luke laughed, low and quiet.

“I don’t think it matters,” he said, “Annie had monsters crawling all over her all by herself.”

Annabeth had to actively repress a shudder at the thought. She couldn’t move, couldn’t let them figure out she was awake— they would stop talking about adult things and she would miss it.

“That’s true,” Thalia said, though she didn’t sound entirely convinced.

“You’re not thinking about it, are you?”

“Of course I’m not,” Thalia said, sounding offended that Luke had even asked, “I’m pissed he even brought it up, especially after Annabeth was the one to save all our asses from that cyclops. He kept saying she’s slowing us down but we’d all be dead without her.”

Annabeth felt the same mixture of dread and pride as before. She was useful enough to not leave behind. Even if she was slow, and thinking of the cyclops cave made her want to cry.

“Asshole. He’s the one slowing us down, not knowing where the fuck he’s going,” Luke muttered darkly.

“I almost feel bad for the guy,” Thalia sighed. Annabeth heard more scraping and felt the fire flare again. “I mean he’s a kid just like us.”

“A kid who’s going to get us all killed if we’re not careful.”

Thalia hummed in agreement, and they were quiet for a minute. Annabeth didn’t really know what to think. She liked Grover— he was funny and he let her touch his hooves and he taught her how to play hacky sack— but she could tell that Luke didn’t and Thalia was starting not to. And Grover apparently didn’t like her. Or he thought she was slow, at least— but that made Thalia and Luke mad, even if they thought it was true. It was all very confusing, but she thought Luke and Thalia were on her side, at least.

“Is it weird I like watching her sleep?” Thalia asked, finally. With a start Annabeth realized they were talking about her. She tried extra hard to keep her breathing even.

“Why, ‘cause she’s not chattering your ear off?” Luke teased. Annabeth heard a soft thump and Luke’s laughter, and knew Thalia had probably punched him in the arm.

“I’d have her chat my ear off any day than have her be quiet like she’s been,” Thalia said. Luke didn’t reply. The only sound in the room was the crackling of the campfire. Annabeth could feel both their eyes on her, and she forced herself to keep looking asleep.

“I think the whole cyclops thing really freaked her out,” Thalia sighed, when Luke hadn’t spoken for a minute.

“Of course it freaked her out, she watched us all almost get eaten,” he snapped, his voice angry. Annabeth’s stomach turned. She tried to keep her expression smooth, even though she could practically smell the cyclops’ lair again. She resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose, or better yet, open her eyes and confirm that she wasn’t back there again. Their voices weren’t good enough to do that anymore, not after the monster had stolen them. She repressed another shudder.

“Well that’s why we have to get to this camp thing, right? So she doesn’t have to see shit like that anymore.”

Thalia sounded calm, not mad, but when Luke spoke again he still sounded angry.

“Bit late for that,” he said, voice quiet and bitter, and Thalia sighed again.

“Better late than never.”

Luke didn’t say anything.

Annabeth felt nerves swoop through her stomach. Did Luke not want to go to camp? He’d made it sound nice when he’d told her about it, but now he just sounded mad. Thalia wanted to, and that was a comforting thought for a minute until Annabeth remembered that Grover had wanted to split them up. But Thalia had also said she wasn’t leaving, and she’d sounded sure about that. Everything was so confusing, and Annabeth didn’t know how to figure it out. It didn’t help that her brain felt dizzy from being tired.

It took a while for either of them to talk again, to the point where Annabeth had almost drifted off to sleep for real. When Thalia spoke again her voice was quiet, so much so that Annabeth almost thought she dreamed it.

“She looks relaxed. Like a normal kid on a camping trip or something. That’s why I like watching her sleep.”

Luke sighed, heavy and deep.

“You should get some too,” he said, not really acknowledging Thalia’s words.

“You need to rest too,” Thalia said, lightly, “Grover’s keeping watch.”

Luke snorted again at that, but it was much less humorous this time. Thalia didn’t seem amused, anyway.

“Come on. You’re exhausted.”

“I’ll wake you up in a few hours and we can switch,” Luke said. Thalia made an annoyed noise, but didn’t say anything else. Annabeth felt someone lie down next to her, felt light fingers adjust the jacket she was using as a blanket so it covered her arms more fully.

Annabeth didn’t want to sleep. She knew there would be nightmares waiting for her the second she slipped out of consciousness, and she didn’t want to see them again.

But they would be walking a lot tomorrow, and she couldn’t walk if she was tired. And if she couldn’t walk then she would slow them down even more than she already was.

So instead of resisting it anymore, she let the exhaustion wash over her, pulling her into bad dreams. It would be okay in the morning. Her family would be there when she woke up, and she wasn’t going to let them down.

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Today's thought- Geordi and Cutie

Angst. A call from the department. Goodbyes. Being in his head. Not well written.

Yes, the angst works fast. The angst works very fast.

It was meant to be a completely uneventful day for the unempowered human.

They talked just that morning about their plans for the day. Geordi had the day off. He would stay home, get some projects he's been meaning to get do done. Half done sculptures left in the workroom, maybe. Finish making the figurines of characters he's put on the backburner for a while. Cutie still had to go to work, of course, their leave didn't get approved unfortunately. There were too many investigations still pending, and the department couldn't let their best interrogator go. He couldn't blame them, he knew what his beloved could do, telepathy was naturally helpful in interrogations, it made sense. But he still wished the department didn't have to take away his love on his rare day off.

'Geordi?'

Speak of the devil, there they were, their voice a little soft and distorted in his head. He nearly dropped his paintbrush in surprise as he glanced up, a smile creeping up his face as he looked around, wiping his hands off and starting upstairs to greet his lovely SO. Did they get off work early? He hadn't expected them for hours still, and he had just been thinking about calling them, just to hear their voice.

"Welcome home-"

His expression soon turned into a frown when he heard no door turning, no keys, no footsteps. Their shoes werent at the door, and their keys werent in the bowl. What gives? Did he imagine it?

'Cutie?'

'I love you.'

'I love you too, Cutie. Where are you?'

No response. Geordi out the window to find their usual parking spot occupied by another car at the moment. Strange- maybe Cutie was experimenting with some sort of new magic that let them reach him from so far away? He didn't know how exactly this whole magic thing worked, so it was as likely as any an explantion Silly little thing- they could have just called him- With a shrug, he got back to his painting.

He wasnt sure how long he'd been painting, lost in his own head when he was next disturbed by his phone ringing. He picked it up, half expecting Cutie to have called, only to find it was from a number he didn't recognise.

"I'm sorry to inform you that there had been an incident at the Department of Uniformed Magical Practices. I'm afraid your partner has been injured and sent to the hospital. I believe it is best if you head over now."

He didnt remember getting dressed. He didnt remember the trip over. He didnt remember getting to their room. All he remembered was the bad feeling, the sense of dread that seized him the entire time until he could lay eyes on his cutie again. He barely made note of the dull, constant beeping to remind him that the person in bed, while still as a statue, was still alive.

"Cutie?"

'Geordi? I'm..sorry.

I love you.'

Something their tone was wrong, was bad, was-

The slow rhythmic beeping in the room turned into one long continous sound.

While Geordi was pulled away no one could hear him begginf for them to come back in his head.

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BRING IT ON HOME NESSIAN ONESHOT

Bring it on Home to me by Sam Cooke is on of my favorite songs in the word and I highly recommend you go have a listen if you havent heard it, I promise you wont regret it. I was listening to it the other day and instantly thought of how these lyrics resonated with nessian, cassian more especially and couldn't resist writing this fic. Just a little soft, SFW, domestic Nessian. 🥺😭

"Nes." Cassian groaned as he rolled closer to her side of the bed. "Nesta?"

After being met with stark silence, Cassian outstretched his hand only for it to collapse onto cold sheets.

No Nesta, he realized with a start.

Though he and his Nesta have been mated for some months now, all of which have been without an incident, he can't help but worry.

Each night he reassures himself with the knowledge of their bond, the heat of her body pressed against his own, the words of love and loyalty she ensures he hears everyday, that she is safe and finally happy.

Not miserable and balancing on the cusp of oblivion where he found her last year. Juggling between drowning her sorrows and indulging in sub-par sex just to feel something, just to deny the connection they share because she felt that she wasnt worthy of him. No, that was all over now, but he can't help when the memories resurface.

The memory of Nesta writhing and arched in her bed as silver flames wreathed her body like a shroud. The screams of pain and anguish that left her lips only to be swallowed by starless night and Deaths flames. How the very mountain trembled beneath their feet, bracing itself for the potential explotion that Cassian could sense building up. Somehow he knew that Velaris would've been crumpled to dust that night and become a fond memory. He felt it in his gut. Just the same way he felt her night terrors take hold of her for her powers to bask in centre stage. And in the same breath, he also felt that he could stop it. Whether that was pure male arrogance or the suspicion of the bond that lay between them, that was yet to be found. And it was...the moment her powers seized in intensity when he said her name. Once, twice, just enough for Rhys to gain control and save them all.

No, he would never forget that and he'd be damned if it were to happen again and catch him in a helpless position as the first time he witnessed the extent of her power. A power that mostly returned back to the Cauldron, only to be replaced by 3 Dread troves and the Mothers favour. A different sort of threat perhaps. One sweeter, kinder, even benign from what he's witnessed.

Nesta barely speaks about the power the same way she did with her Cauldron gifts. She reassures him that these were different, these she understands and smiled every time he enquired about her connection with the Mother. He wishes to know more, his body yearns for it, but his mate has always loved surprises.

Cassian threw on a pair of his undershorts before leaving his and Nestas new room. Though the House of Wind has become their shared abode, its ill advised to walk around naked with the possibility of Azriel becoming an unwilling spectator with his prowling around the halls in the dead of night like he's been doing for the past year.

Cassian loves his brother, sometimes more than kin normally do, he believes sometimes, but he'll never forgive him for that night he ruined his birthday night when he walked in on Nesta modelling her new negligee in the library. He's never jumped from one intense emotion to another so quickly. Blinded by the red lace of her silk garments only to see red of a different kind when the blue of Azriels siphon opened the door.

The territorial male part of him nearly took over that night and he was inclined to let it ride him had Nesta not winnowed them to their room and pushed him onto the bed. The anger, the curiosity he had as to how Nesta was able to winnow around the House when no one else could were obscured then turned insignificant by the view of Nesta sitting astride on his thighs.

Cassian followed the music swimming through the hall which brought him to a new lounge area that didn't present itself in the centuries that he's been living here until Nesta inherited the place.

Many new things have made their presence known and sprung to life since Nestas made the House her home. Hidden rooms have materialized, troves have opened and a gorgeous garden has flourished on the top of the mountain. As if in preparation of someone, or little someone's who might need it.

Cassian isn't blind to the fact that the House makes things available according to Nestas hopes, dreams and wishes. All of which make Cassian excited for the future and a forever with his mate even more.

Nesta was leaning against the cream white wall that she and Cassian painted just last night, holding an A2 canvas painting in both hands. He couldn't decipher her facial expression or read some of the wild thoughts that were evidently bouncing around her head as Nesta was inclined to raising her mental walls to him when she was stressed. He'd once asked why and she told him that she didnt want to plague him with her problems. Didnt want to bother him. Little did she know that Cassian was built for her, problems and all. Nothing about Nesta could bother him. Not even the parts that bothered her.

"Hi." He whispered which startled Nesta before she composed herself. For her to be so drawn into her thoughts that she didnt notice him approaching, instantly put him on edge him.

"Hi." She said, plastering a lazy smile onto her face.

Cassian took that as an invitation to enter. His eyes swept across the room, taking in the organized clutter. From the closed boxes filling the lounge, the half hung snow white gossamer curtains blowing in from the open balcony, to the slightly dusty white marble tiles that were installed just last week.

Cassian was a bit skeptical when Nesta told him of her plans to decorate this room in all white. White cushions, white couches, white walls, white flower arrangements, white chandeliers and white fur carpets felt like a fever dream to Cassian, but now that it's all coming to life, he can see the vision of beauty that Nesta had in mind. A vision not only limited to this lounge but the entire House of Wind that Nesta will decorate herself with the input of the House itself to revitalize the place. All of which will be paid for by Rhys.

How the Cauldron matched him to such a female, not mere female but god, he'll never know. All he can do is be grateful and work to be worthy and deserve the gift to draw breath in her presence.

Now that Nestas accepted her Human emissary role and is the courts newly appointed courtier, she's recieving the same fat salary like the rest of the IC, but Cassian doubts that Rhysand will ever let Nesta access her funds because he insists on paying for everything for her. Which goes to show that Rhys' gratitude for Nesta runs very far. Or guilt, or both.

What Nesta did for Feyre, Nyx and Rhys was something that couldnt be described with words. She saved their lives and in doing so the entire court. Rhys failed to tell his family about him and Feyres decision and never left a plan of action to follow after his death. Had he died, the role of High Lord could've fallen to anyone. Probably Keir or one of Mors detestable brothers because they are Rhys closest male blood relatives. What they would've done to Velaris, done to the entire court....Cassian seldom contemplates that. Nestas sacrifice and mercy saved them all and in doing so, opened herself to a higher form of being that is yet to be seen.

"What are you doing up so late?"

"I had a lot on my mind. I couldn't sleep so I decided to come and get this room in order." She explained, flipping her golden brown hair over her shoulder.

"What's been on your mind?" Cassian asked casually, taking a step closer.

He'd have embraced her and held her against his chest if it weren't for the massive painting in her hands. A painting that he can feel is the source of all her trepidation.

Nesta bit her lip before turning the canvas toward him and placing it in his hands. "Feyre finally finished that and it was delivered yesterday afternoon. I was too afraid to open it then- but I figured that I wouldn't be able to sleep until I saw it."

At first glance, anyone would assume that the muse was Nesta. From the steel eyes to the clear skin and poise in the pose. But upon further inspection, the age of the woman, the beauty spot beneath her right eye and slight darker tresses reveals the truth.

"This is your mother..." Cassian said lowly. The weight of the image, not the canvas itself but the obvious memories, pain and loss the painting held settled on him.

"Was." She uttered a bit sharply. Her throat bobbing up and down.

Cassians eyes darted between Nesta and the painting. Surprise and admiration pouring into him in droves. Her sisters did mention more than once that Nesta is their mothers spitting image, but this...it was as though the same person had been born twice.

"You stole her whole face." He chuckled, bringing a sweet curve to Nestas lip.

"I know...I know." She shrugged.

Cassian lay the painting carefully against the wall then wrapped his arms around his mates shoulders. Her own found their home around his waist as she rested her chin atop his chest so that their eyes could meet.

If it were a few months ago, a year, she would've furiously blinked away the tears that have settled in her eyes, or rejected their proximity entirely. Only to retain a semblance of control that shes strived so hard to maintain. But now shes opened herself to him entirely. Made him a part of both her happiness and pain, loss and gain, victories and failure. Just as their mating vows ordered.

"Talk to me." He whispered, dragging his fingers through her hair.

"I- I just...I know that my mother was not the best of mothers, nor did she love us in the ways that a mother should but....but that doesn't make me love her any less. She might've trained me instead of raised me, saw me as a ticket to wealth and leisure or lived vicariously through me but she was still my mother." Her tears fell down her cheeks as if a damn had been broken. "There were good moments as well as bad and I'm not going to pretend that she was never loving or good to me. Elain and Feyre might've forgotten her, but I can't... I wont."

Cassian lowered his head to press soft kisses to her cheeks where her tears left stains. "I know." He murmured. "You dont share the same memories as Elain and Feyre, it's only natural that you saw her much differently and remember her in a better light than they do." He rubbed feather light circles on the back of her neck in an attempt to assuage her from her pain.

"It broke my heart when I walked through Feyres house that day and didn't see a piece of myself or her. It felt like I was being erased, forgotten. Now I've found my place in that hall but she hasn't. I couldn't allow that to happen. I couldn't let her be erased just like that."

"And she wont be, not if you will it. I'll remember her with you." Cassians lips found Nestas and before they knew it, the couple found themselves descending into a deep kiss that only a mating bond could conjure.

"You know that's one of the reasons I love you?" He stated, to which Nesta replied with a raised brow. "Your compassion, your massive heart, your loyalty... these are all qualities that you motivate me to pursue everyday. You've kept your soft side hidden for a long time and now we're starting to see it." She smiled. By far the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. "That sweet love. Just bring it on home to me."

A giggle was shared between them as soon as the words left his mouth. The lyrics of a song, their song, that came on the day of their mating ceremony that they had on repeat for 2 hours straight. Cassian had never heard a song that spoke to him and his experience with love the way that one did. One that Nesta knew would speak to his very marrow and chose not to warn him in advance, only to see his reaction.

"You're insufferable." She said, only to hug him tighter and lay her head on his chest.

"Well then you're going to have to get used to it, Nes. We only have forever left together."

Just when Cassian expected Nesta to respond, the soft melody of a piano begun in the corner of the room from Nesta symphoniam, followed by the ever true lyrics that might've been written for them, that might as well have been their wedding and mating vows.

If you ever change your mind

About leaving, leaving me behind

Baby, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Nesta begun the dance. Cassian followed with no hesitation. Though it was a far cry from the pulsating waltz they'd done in Hewn city or other court events thereafter. It was far more intimate, passionate. Just a sway of the hips and foot movements that reforged and strengthened the golden bond that surged through them on Winter Solstice and polished it to a shimmer. Their bond was not a mere tether, not a chain. It was a rainbow. Shimmering through storms and sunny days. It didnt only make its presence known or surge when they were in the throes of passion, it became more sentient when they were upset with each other. It was the musical and colourful road that led mate back to mate. Self back to self.

I know I laughed when you left

But now I know I only hurt myself

Baby, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

His heart cracked at the words and the truth they carry. The memories when they were so at odds with each other that they could barely be in the same room longer than necessary. The nights when he thought the immense sadness and grief at the prospect of losing her entirely would drown him and suffocate him. When he wished that he could rip his heart out of his chest only to get a reprieve from his anguish. Anguish he attempted to expunge with throwing himself into work and training only to realize that the further they moved from one another, the further they moved from themselves.

As if Nesta could hear and feel those memories, she held onto him tighter. This female, his tether to reality, his anchor, the tree that was able to weather a thunderstorm that left the land decimated only to come back and continue to grow with fruits and flowers on display for all to see.

I'll give you jewellery and money, too

That ain't all, that ain't all I'll do for you

Oh, if you bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian knew that from the moment he met Nesta, there was nothing in the world that he wouldn't do for her. Nothing too out of reach that if she should request, he would give. He was already hers in mind, body and soul. Their bond might've snapped into being after she emerged from the cauldeon, but the draw he felt toward her was infinite. Like their souls were made from the same essence but placed on earth in different time periods so that they know life without the other, to appreciate being together more.

You know I'll always be your slave

'Til I'm buried, buried in my grave

Oh honey, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian held up Nestas hand so that he may look upon the wedding and mating band. She requested that she have both and went to the best jeweler in Velaris to fuse both choices so that they sit as one on her finger. Both were made of rose gold, the slimmer wedding ring was imbued with three tanzanite diamonds and the larger mating band sports just one giant diamond that would need it's own security team. Cassian knew his mate loved nice things and made him pay a pretty penny to get it. He'd do again if only to see the stars that twinkled in her eyes when they chose the bands at the jeweler.

He looked at his own jeweled finger. A simple silver band that stood out more than he expected it to. He wanted to get black carbon fiber but Nesta threatened not to speak to him again if he had. Now he can't stop looking at it. He loves how it makes an appearance even though he's bedecked in full illyrian armour. He'll never forget the swell of pride he felt when his soldiers eyes zoned in on the piece of metal that could've easily been obscured by the red siphon that rests atop his hand, but chose to stand out and make its presence known. A symbol of his immature bachelorhood dead and gone, giving life to a new stage in his life. A stage he's waited for longer than he cares to admit.

He remembers using the word 'shackled' when describing his mating bond with Nesta when he was upset with her, but now that word seems appropriate. If the pieces of metal sitting on their matching fingers are the shackles of which he spoke, then he'd wear his shackles with pride.

One more thing

I tried to treat you right

But you stayed out, stayed out at night

But I forgive you, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian rarely thinks about the time they spent apart. When resentment, self punishment and grief pulled them apart only because those memories are nothing in comparison to the centuries he spent without her.

Living life believing the words of the ignorant and seeing oneself as a inferior and undeserving of the love that he relishes in now. The love that has somehow wiped away centuries of self hate and lack of self awareness. He figures that the reason why he used to be the first to throw himself into deadly missions were all desperate plea to prove himself, to put it into stone that he isn't a mere worthless bastard but is someone worthy of respect. But now his outlook has completely shifted. He is no longer living only for himself, but for another. He remembers the blind terror he felt when he thought that Nesta was swallowed by the black water in the Bog, or how she screamed when she thought that she lost him on Mount Ramiel.

He doesnt want either of them to go through that again. To be without the other. To feel that their very heart was ripped out of their chest, when both had taken permanent residence in the other.

He saw how Feyre reacted when Rhys died, and heard when Rhys screamed when Feyre was on deaths doorstop. The mere thought of Nesta experiencing that pain or him has softened his daring heart.

He will live, he will love and he will do it with Nesta in his arms.

As the song drew to a close, Nesta shifted from her position on his chest, too look upon him again. She brought her slim fingers to his cheeks and smiled. "Forever."

He could offer nothing but the same. A truth that had been both a promise and a prayer from the moment they met, "Forever."

Tag: @bakingandbooks3 @rhysandsdarlingfeyre @arinbelle @silvernesta @darklobe @haepaw @carlieg20 @illyrianshadowhunter

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Hi! How are you? Can I request a oneshot about Leopold from the Irregulars? Like that they get into some sort of an argument and the reader storms out, Leo chases after them and accidentally confesses? It's fine if you don't want to do it.

Requested by: Anon!

Hi!! I'm good I hope you're good too! Wasnt sure what gender or pronouns you wanted so I tried to stay general. Might have gone a bit overboard but go big or go home right?? I hope you like it anon even though I feel like I strayed a bit

It had been another day of running with the gang and solving another case given to them by Watson. It was also another day where Y/N felt utterly useless. It wasn't an entirely new feeling for them but with the added cases it felt like everyone had a part to play. Spike made sure everyone got along and always lighened up the room, Jesse had that whole psychic thing going on with her, Billy was the muscle, Bea was the leader and always had a plan, Leo was the brains, and Y/N was just... there. Y/N tried to help but was always told to stand aside. It never really seemed apparent that Y/N didn't do anything necessary to help on cases (not for a lack of trying) until earlier that day.

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Leo, Y/N, and surprisingly Billy were tasked to find information on any and every poison that could be found in London as two women and a man had suddenly died in their homes and were all found with a note in their hands saying that the clock is ticking.

They'd been trying to solve this case for two days now and getting antsy. They were stuck.

"I'm going to go over there and see what I can find. I'm thinking they could have been injected something or someone poisoned their food." Leo said already grabbing three different books from the shelves and mumbling to himself.

Billy and Y/N looked at each other and shrugged. They were used to Leo being this odd when it came to books. It was his thing.

Heading in a different direction than Billy, Y/N started brainstorming letting their hand glide through some books until a book about botany caught her eye. Whenever Y/N could have more than an hour alone they liked to read. It's not really a secret but they have never mentioned it to the others especially now that Leo joined. He was so much smarter than Y/N and that was precisely what made him catch Y/N's attention when they were first introduced on the case with the missing babies.

Shaking their head and smiling fondly at the memory Y/N sighed. There was no way Leo would ever look twice at them. They weren't going to even entertain the thought. There was a case to solve.

Opening the book, Y/N realized that they had read this one before which was why it probably caught their eye in the first place. Closing it and going to place it back where it belonged Y/N remembered having read about a plant capable of causing respiratory problems and stopping the heart of anyone that touched it for merey a second. Quickly trying to find the page on the plant Y/N ran back to where Leo was looking like a madman with fifteen different books open around him.

"Leo!" Y/N exclaimed and then dropped their voice to a whisper remembering where they were with a blush.

"I think I've found it" Y/N whispered to Leo who wasnt paying attention.

"Yeah Y/N go ask Billy to read it for you. This is important" Leo said waving around a hand in dismissal not really listening to Y/N.

"What? No Leo I think I found what they were poisoned with." Y/N said confused by what he said about finding Billy.

"Y/N don't be ridiculous. Can you stop? I really need to find this" Leo said not even sparing Y/N a glance just continued flipping through different books.

"But Leo..." Y/N started protesting but was caught off by Leo slamming a book closed.

"Y/N stop it! I need silence to think and you going about whatever it is you think you found isn't helping. You never actually help us solve the cases so can you do me a favour and go look at a book with pictures or something while I find the poison and we can all get a decent nights sleep?" Leo told Y/N without even thinking about how he just basically called the one person who is always there for him and the one person he has been heavily crushing on since they met, useless.

Immediately standing up to apologize he didn't get the chance as Y/N whose lip was already trembling slammed the book they had in their hands onto Leo's chest where he already knew he was going to bruise but at this point he thought he deserved worse for hurting Y/N like that.

Running out of the room Y/N nearly collided with a confused Billy.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" Billy asked but was promptly ignored.

Billy looked back to Leo who had a kicked puppy look to him shocked at what he had said.

Shaking his head at Leo, Billy went outside to try to find one of his best friends with no such luck.

Y/N was already long gone.

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Falling asleep miserable yet with no tears was something Y/N was not a stranger to. It had been happening too frequently now and at this point they're exhausted.

Y/N didn't go back to the cellar that day. Whenever they needed space to breathe and just br they always go to a surprisingly very empy not so much of an alleyway near the docks. There is a small nook int he corner where Y/N can sleep peacefully without unwanted company. For safety reasons Y/N only told Spike about this place in case the gang needed Y/N for something. So far, they hadn't.

It was precisely here that Leo found Y/N the next day. He had immediately wanted to run off after them but Billy told him to give them space. When Y/N didn't go back to the cellar that night well after the case was solved, Leo got concerned and started overthinking. He couldn't sleep and all he could think about was how he messed up. He was scared that Y/N didn't want to be friends anymore. Yes, he dreams about being more but he rather be friends than have nothing.

The next day when the rest woke up Leo was still sitting near the cellar doors waiting for Y/N to come back. He looked as though someone punched both his eyes.

"Mate why don't you go to sleep? Y/N will be back" Spike said trying to reassure him.

"I can't. I need to apologize. I didn't mean it I was just stressed." Leo said looking up at Spike, who had a hand on his shoulder, with wet and red eyes.

"Look mate, I'm only telling you this because I've seen you two. You're great together and the best thing is you don't realize you both like each other" Spike said sighing and then told Leo where Y/N was probably at.

Quickly thanking Spike, Leo wasted no time and ran as fast as he could out of the cellar doors on his way to make things right.

Arriving at the docks, Leo went to the left and tried to find the little alleyway Spike told him. Walking as quick as he could with his cane he finally spotted Y/N sitting on top of a wall just looking out at the water.

Stopping at the wall Leo took a second to admire Y/N. The sun was still low in the skyly but it was making Y/N's eyes shine and he had never seen then more serene than in that moment. He wished he could see that everyday and he hated to think that he was the reason why Y/N was upset enough that they didn't feel like they should have gone back to the cellar the day before.

"Are you here to call me useless again or are you just going to stare?" Y/N said without looking over at Leo who was momentarily startled out of his staring spell.

"I'm actually here to apologize." Leo answered.

"Save your breath Leo. You can go back and tell Bea or whoever sent you that I'm fine and I'll go back to the cellar later" Y/N said jumping off from the wall they were sat in and starting to walk away. Leo quickly trying to catch up with his limp.

"No one sent me I-" Leo started but was quickly cut off when Y/N sharply turned around to face him.

"Not surprising since I'm useless." Y/N said to Leo scoffing and turning around once again to continue on their journey with no destination.

"No Y/N listen please" Leo said but Y/N didn't care they just kept walking.

"Y/N" Leo kept trying with no luck.

Getting tired but not willing to stop, Leo tried to speed up but his leg thought that this was the best time to lock up and seize movement and he fell.

Hearing Leo's quick grunt of pain and a slight thud, Y/N turned around and seeing him groaning on the floor trying to get up quickly ran back to help him.

"No, no stop I deserve it." Leo said swatting away Y/N's hands.

Not listening to him Y/N got him in a sitting position. Rolling Leo's pant leg Y/N assessed the situation and didn't think he needed anything more than rest and something cold against his leg. Also less restricting clothes.

"Why are you helping me?" Leo croaked after a minute of looking at Y/N with tears in his eyes from the pain.

Y/N just looked at him and got a small tin from the bag they're always carrying.

Opening the tin and pushing some type of paste on their fingers, Y/N concentrated on applying a light and even coat on Leo's leg hoping the mixture would help soothe the pain.

"You're not useless." Leo said and Y/N hesitated for a second then went back to applying the salve not saying anything.

"I didn't mean what I said. I should have never said that to you. The case was taking so long and my leg was starting to bother me but Billy was there and I didn't want to say anything. I always slow us down. I was angry at myself. At my body and I took it out on the last person I ever wanted to hurt" Leo said closing his eyes willing himself not to cry.

Hearing no response just feeling light careful touches on his leg he continued spilling his thoughts.

"You're so brave and compassionate. You're so so smart and so kind. You always make sure that everyone has eaten and you always somehow know when one of us is having a bad day and you make it your mission to make us smile at least once. You're always polite and make sure to help anyone you see that needs help. You're so selfless Y/N. Always helping everyone and I wish I could help you and treat you like a queen but I'm always hurt and you deserve the world. You deserve someone who isn't afraid to climb a tree with you or even do something as simple as walking all over London. I can't be that and it pains me because I'm so in love with you and I'm so incredibly sorry for hurting you. All you do is help and I called you useless" Leo rambled hoping that Y/N will forgive him not even noticing that he slipped up and told them that he was in love with them.

Sensing that Y/N stopped their movements on his leg Leo opened his eyes thinking that Y/N left him. What he didn't expect was for Y/N to look at him with tears in their eyes.

"You, you're in love with me?" Y/N whispered scared that if they talked louder the moment will have turned out to be a dream.

Widening his eyes Leo finally realized what he said.

"No! I mean yes! I'm in love with you Y/N. I didn't mean to say that! I know you don't feel the same and I know you want someone stronger and not broken like I am but I can't help my feelings. It's ok though I'll leave. I'll leave you alone-" Leo was cut off from his nervous babble when a pair of lips pressed firmly to his.

Hesitantly pulling back from him, Y/N smiled softly at him not caring that they're still on the ground near the docks but needing to say this now.

"I'm in love with you too Leopold" Y/N said and with that Leo didn't care anymore about his leg that strangely enough had stopped hurting when Y/N started applying the salve but he saves that thought for later and focuses on how the person he thought he could never have loves him of all people.

"Are you sure?" Leo said placing both of his hands on Y/N cheeks wiping away a tear that seemed to have escaped from their eyes.

"Yeah I am. I love you" Y/N said looking into his eyes.

"I love you so much" Leo whispered before pulling in Y/N for another kiss.

[atiny-piratequeen]

since you dont know many german tales, how about the original story of rapunzel?

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There were once a man and a woman who had long in vain wished for a child. At length the woman hoped that God was about to grant her desire. These people had a little window at the back of their house from which a splendid garden could be seen, which was full of the most beautiful flowers and herbs. It was, however, surrounded by a high wall, and no one dared to go into it because it belonged to an enchantress, who had great power and was dreaded by all the world.

One day the woman was standing by this window and looking down into the garden, when she saw a bed which was planted with the most beautiful rampion - Rapunzel, and it looked so fresh and green that she longed for it, and had the greatest desire to eat some. This desire increased every day, and as she knew that she could not get any of it, she quite pined away, and began to look pale and miserable.

Then her husband was alarmed, and asked, "What ails you, dear wife?"

"Ah," she replied, "if I can't eat some of the rampion, which is in the garden behind our house, I shall die."

The man, who loved her, thought, sooner than let your wife die, bring her some of the rampion yourself, let it cost what it will. At twilight, he clambered down over the wall into the garden of the enchantress, hastily clutched a handful of rampion, and took it to his wife. She at once made herself a salad of it, and ate it greedily. It tasted so good to her - so very good, that the next day she longed for it three times as much as before. If he was to have any rest, her husband must once more descend into the garden. In the gloom of evening, therefore, he let himself down again. But when he had clambered down the wall he was terribly afraid, for he saw the enchantress standing before him.

"How can you dare," said she with angry look, "descend into my garden and steal my rampion like a thief? You shall suffer for it."

"Ah," answered he, "let mercy take the place of justice, I only made up my mind to do it out of necessity. My wife saw your rampion from the window, and felt such a longing for it that she would have died if she had not got some to eat."

Then the enchantress allowed her anger to be softened, and said to him, "If the case be as you say, I will allow you to take away with you as much rampion as you will, only I make one condition, you must give me the child which your wife will bring into the world. It shall be well treated, and I will care for it like a mother."

The man in his terror consented to everything, and when the woman was brought to bed, the enchantress appeared at once, gave the child the name of Rapunzel, and took it away with her.

Rapunzel grew into the most beautiful child under the sun. When she was twelve years old, the enchantress shut her into a tower, which lay in a forest, and had neither stairs nor door, but quite at the top was a little window. When the enchantress wanted to go in, she placed herself beneath it and cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your hair!"

Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold, and when she heard the voice of the enchantress she unfastened her braided tresses, wound them round one of the hooks of the window above, and then the hair fell twenty ells down, and the enchantress climbed up by it.

After a year or two, it came to pass that the king's son rode through the forest and passed by the tower. Then he heard a song, which was so charming that he stood still and listened. This was Rapunzel, who in her solitude passed her time in letting her sweet voice resound. The king's son wanted to climb up to her, and looked for the door of the tower, but none was to be found. He rode home, but the singing had so deeply touched his heart, that every day he went out into the forest and listened to it. Once when he was thus standing behind a tree, he saw that an enchantress came there, and he heard how she cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your hair!"

Then Rapunzel let down the braids of her hair, and the enchantress climbed up to her. "If that is the ladder by which one mounts, I too will try my fortune," said he, and the next day when it began to grow dark, he went to the tower and cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your hair!"

Immediately the hair fell down and the king's son climbed up. At first Rapunzel was terribly frightened when a man, such as her eyes had never yet beheld, came to her. But the king's son began to talk to her quite like a friend, and told her that his heart had been so stirred that it had let him have no rest, and he had been forced to see her. Then Rapunzel lost her fear, and when he asked her if she would take him for her husband, and she saw that he was young and handsome, she thought, he will love me more than old dame gothel does. And she said yes, and laid her hand in his.

She said, "I will willingly go away with you, but I do not know how to get down. Bring with you a skein of silk every time that you come, and I will weave a ladder with it, and when that is ready I will descend, and you will take me on your horse."

They agreed that until that time he should come to her every evening, for the old woman came by day.

The enchantress remarked nothing of this, until once Rapunzel said to her, "Tell me, Dame Gothel, how it happens that you are so much heavier for me to draw up than the young king's son - he is with me in a moment."

"Ah! You wicked child," cried the enchantress. "What do I hear you say. I thought I had separated you from all the world, and yet you have deceived me."

In her anger she clutched Rapunzel's beautiful tresses, wrapped them twice round her left hand, seized a pair of scissors with the right, and snip, snap, they were cut off, and the lovely braids lay on the ground. And she was so pitiless that she took poor Rapunzel into a desert where she had to live in great grief and misery.

On the same day that she cast out Rapunzel, however, the enchantress fastened the braids of hair, which she had cut off, to the hook of the window, and when the king's son came and cried,

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Let down your hair!"

she let the hair down. The king's son ascended, but instead of finding his dearest Rapunzel, he found the enchantress, who gazed at him with wicked and venomous looks.

"Aha," she cried mockingly, "you would fetch your dearest, but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest. The cat has got it, and will scratch out your eyes as well. Rapunzel is lost to you. You will never see her again."

The king's son was beside himself with pain, and in his despair he leapt down from the tower. He escaped with his life, but the thorns into which he fell pierced his eyes. Then he wandered quite blind about the forest, ate nothing but roots and berries, and did naught but lament and weep over the loss of his dearest wife.

Thus he roamed about in misery for some years, and at length came to the desert where Rapunzel, with the twins to which she had given birth, a boy and a girl, lived in wretchedness. He heard a voice, and it seemed so familiar to him that he went towards it, and when he approached, Rapunzel knew him and fell on his neck and wept. Two of her tears wetted his eyes and they grew clear again, and he could see with them as before. He led her to his kingdom where he was joyfully received, and they lived for a long time afterwards, happy and contented.

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so i have been taught a version that is a little easier on children, where rapunzel was basically safed by her prince and they lived happily ever after. and no birthing twins either. BUT this version has been the one read to children for decades since it was written.

i liked the disney movie, but as usual it glossed over the original everywhere. thats fine tho, it was fiction in the first place and an accurate verion might be more of a thriller, or horror movie... or just a very sad one. it just saddens me sometimes when so much detail is lost. just like malificent wasnt called by her original german name (malefiz) in the german dub of her movie. that irked me greatly.

(also if this is starting to get annoying, tell me!! i just really enjoy revisiting fairytales and telling people about them uwu)

Its not annoying at all. Again, i always appreciate this so much. Plus you're sharing part of your culture, for folklore and fairytales, even those with more wider known adaptations, are still important to people's culture. So even if you tell me a Grimm or something that i do know, i still appreciate it so much.

I know a lot of fairytales have gentler adaptations for the kiddos but ive never seen the traditional one for rapunzel so thank you sm!

[bellfort3]

Part 2 POG?!?! (If you want this to become a fanfic plz tell me! I rlly enjoy writing this:))

The night had been quiet.

When Wilbur recalled the events the next morning, he was faintly aware of the fishbowl feeling the whole ordeal had. He remembered pulling Tommy through the front door before everything slowed down and the house filled with water. He remember the little words spoken between them as Wilbur helped Tommy get cleaned up, directing him to the shower and giving him a fresh pair of clothes to wear. He remembered the exhaustion that weighed heavy on them both as they sat down across one another at the table, a bowl of cereal in front of Tommy and an eggo waffle in front of Wilbur. He remembered the absolute relief they both felt when Wilbur finally stood and showed Tommy the guest bedroom. He remembered everything like he was walking backwards through time, experiencing it again in blurry detail. It felt like a feverdream, one that only broke when Wilbur looked him from his pathetic breakfast and saw Tommy sat across from him.

The morning was quiet still.

A very severe case of deja vu. Tommy was eating cereal, though granted, a different brand from last night. He was also still wearing the clothes Wilbur had lent him, since Wilbur had yet to give him a new pair for the day. The yellow t-shirt was rumpled with sleep, a small wet spot on the collar where Tommy had drooled in his sleep. The striped pajamas bottoms he wore were a few inches too big and dragged on the floor as he got up to get himself a glass of orange juice. When he turned back around, Wilbur was bitch-slapped by the dark bags under his striking blue eyes and his horrid case of bed head.

“What are you staring at, bitch?” Tommy uttered his first words of the day in a hoarse voice.

Wilbur blinked, his fingers tightening around his mug of coffee. Similar to how it played out last night, Wilbur was unaware of how to continue this conversation. He still felt like he was walking on eggshells around the teen, but Tommy had spoken in vulgar terms first.

“I’m looking at the human embodiment of a piece of shit standing in my kitchen,” Wilbur said blatantly and took a sit of his coffee, gauging Tommy’s reaction.

Maybe it was the fact that it had been a long morning, or maybe it was because of the events that ensued last night, but whatever it was, Tommy’s reaction was painfully slow. He glared at Wilbur, eyebrows furrowed, opened and closed his mouth a few times.

“Sorry,” he finally said. “Didn’t realize I had to be a morning person in the Soot residence.”

It wasnt funny, but Wilbur still barked dryly. “You think I’m a morning person?” He wheezed. “Tommy, I don’t get out of bed until 12 most days. I’m only a morning person today because we have to leave soon so I can take you home.”

Tommy choked on his orange juice. He spluttered and coughed, setting the glass down on the countertop. He took a moment, regaining his breath and composure before turning back to Wilbur. “What?” He said, voice wavering.

Wilbur felt something seize in his chest. He was painfully aware that the conversation had shifted. They were no longer testing the waters, no longer joking around. The tone had taken a more serious one, resembling that of the night before.

But still, Wilbur hadn’t lied. “I’m taking you home today,” he said matter-of-factly. He sent his coffee down. “What, did you think you were moving in with me or something?”

Tommy visibly flinched. “N-no,” he stammered. “Of course not. I just...I just thought I could stay here for a little while longer. If that’s okay with you.”

Wilbur leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tommy,” he said, slightly exasperated. “Tommy. We haven’t talked about this! You just showed up at my house last night, looking like you got hit by a train, and never offered me an explanation. What else am I supposed to do?”

Tommy worried his bottom lip, tearing his eyes away from Wilbur’s to look down at him feet. “I said I was sorry, okay? I really didn’t want to bother you, but I had no choice-!”

“Why did you not have a choice?! Tommy, this is what I mean! You haven’t told me anything!” Wilbur shouted over the younger.

Tommy raised his head. “Why do you need to know everything?! Why can’t you take a hint and leave it alone!” He shot back, voice high-strung and whiny.

Wilbur huffed, pushing back from his seat so he was standing. “You showed up at my house unannounced, Tommy! Don’t you think I deserve somewhat of an explanation?”

“No!” Tommy yelled. “This isn’t about you!”

“It involves me!”

“You’re not the one who ran away from home, dickhead!”

“You’re right, I’m not the insufferable child who ran away from home and went to his coworkers house. I’m not the fuck-up here.”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck me? Fine, you can fuck right out the front door if that’s what you want!”

And just as quickly as the screaming match had started, it was over. Tommy, looking on the verge of tears, snapped his jaw shut before turning on his heel and disappearing up the stairs. Wilbur was left alone in the kitchen, hands clenching and unclenching in frustration. The anger in him ebbed away, leaving him feeling cold and empty. He dropped his head in his hands, grabbing at fistfuls of his hair and pulling, trying to ground himself.

All he wanted was some sort of explanation. Was that too much to ask for? He had let Tommy in, given him a shower and a clean set of clothes, fed him, and given him a bed to sleep in. Why couldn’t Tommy give him a reason why?

With a sigh of resignation, Wilbur shook himself off and started to clean up. Better to busy his hands than to swing them at the wall or something stupid like that. Wilbur didn’t consider himself a violent person, but Tommy brought something out in him that he didn’t recognize. He wasn’t sure what to think of it quite yet.

[fandomsareforlife]

Parting Words Regret

Summary: Ultra Violet had been acting weird, and Harumi wants to figure out why. She gets more than she bargains for.

Characters: Ultra Violet, Harumi, Shade (Mentioned), Killow (Mentioned)

Relationship: Light One sided Harumi/Ultra Violet

Triggers: Referenced Character Deaths, References to Death Of A Parent, Implied/Reference Childhood Neglect

Author Note: This is a prompt fill for bad things happen bingo. There is a mentioned original character, and involves my fanon backstory for Ultra Violet. The summary of it is that Ultra Violet and Shade are siblings, and Violet has a twin sister name Selena Darkley-Oppenheimer, who is a master of spirits. Their mom died when the twins were 12 and Shade 7. Their dad was really neglectful, and their grandfather was the primary caretaker for them.

Cross Posted AO3 and Wattpad

Harumi knew the Ultra Violet was hurting. It was understandable, after all. They had brought back Garmadon, but now they were struggling to find a purpose again. Beyond hunting the Green Ninja they had no real plans to go off. Ultra Violet acting out, whether from boredom or lack of purpose, was natural, at first. Now, it was getting ridiculous.

"Ultra, come," the blonde commanded, grabbing the silky black locks of Ultras. Her hair was down, and god dammit if it didn't make her look like a snack.

Harumi blushed. She was the superior of Ultra Violet, she couldn't have these feelings for her.

Unfortunately, the other girl made it very difficult for that plan to work out very well. She was trembling, although there was a visible effort to control it. Harumi almost felt bad for her, but focused on getting them to her office.

Of course, it wasn't really an office, so much of a lair. When Borg Tower was seized by the Sons of Garmadon, Harumi nabbed the best room for her projects at the first moment possible. In reality, it was a very nice break room.

By the time the two girls were at Harumis office, Ultra had calmed down enough to return to her passive self.

"Well, what do you want?" Ultra taunted, pushing herself on the table.

"Why the hell are you acting so weird?" Harumi shot back. "You're distant, and not in a good way. If you keep acting like this, I'll need to let you go."

Ultra paused, tensing her shoulders. She met the blonde's eyes, legs kicking.

"My grandfather died yesterday,and he was killed by some idiots from our group . No one told me. I had to find out what happened from some goons gossiping. IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?" Ultras voice was quiet at first, but grew louder, until she screamed the last sentence. The grey skin girl was panting hard, and her feet were planted on the floor. Harumi couldnt understand why she was so upset about this. Wasn't her grandfather a terrible person?

"So?" Harumi asked, flipping her hair flippantly.

"I knew you wouldnt understand," Ultra mumbled, then started to walk towards the door.

"So try to make me understand."

Violet took a deep breath, and she turned back towards Harumi.

"My dad...he wasnt a bad person. He just was as twisted as us kids would become, and maybe he was even more broken. I still remember when my mom was alive, and he would take my siblings and me to the park. And sometimes, we would have our own days, just us. But, when mom died", Ultra choked up, "he went bad. Not as bad as some of the others, but still bad. He went distant, and I was the only one keeping everyone together. I was twelve. Freaking twelve years old, and responsible for making sure my twin didn't go and torture someone cause she was scared. It was a twelve year old me who had to make sure there was food for my little brother". She stopped, and wiped her eyes.

"Who was your brother and sister?" Harumi inquired, not because she wanted to meet them. No, she just like knowing everything about her inferiors' miserable lives.

"Shade and Selena Darkley-Oppenheimer," Ultra responded, her expression bored.

Red hot fury burned against Harumi's eyes, but she pushed it down.

"I didn't take you for someone with elemental siblings, but it makes sense I suppose. It would explain why you're so weak," Harumi noted.

"I'm not weak. It's just hard. But I can go on," Ultra retorted. Harumi rolled her eyes, and gestured for her to go on. She ignored the growing feeling of tightness in her chest.

"My grandfather was the one to get us out of that mess when I was 13. He was the Darkley's headmaster, and he enrolled us into it. But when Darkley's closed, that was where our relationship fell apart. I shouted at him, and ran off. Its one of the few regrets I have in life."

"Why?" Harumi asked, curiosity bubbling in her.

"Because the last thing I told him was basically that I lowered my standards to justify all of the bullshit I needed to deal with, but he couldnt even meet them. But, like with a lot more cursing," Violet laughed, her head tilted back as she choked on her laughter and tears.

"Why couldn't he fulfill your standards?"

"I thought the standard of not letting your grandson almost die from his elemental power was low, but I guess not," Violet snapped. Her hands were trembling, although for what, Harumi didn't know why.

"So, why are you upset about your grandfather's passing?" Harumi asked, eyebrow raising as she walked up to Violet, so close that if she leaned in a little-

No. I'm not going there.

"Because he was the only good fucking thing in my little brother's life after I left. Selena is busy taking care of the mage world. And Dad is dead. I killed him."

Violet's face was so flat one would think she was just talking about the weather.

Suddenly, she walked out of the door. Just before she stepped out of the door, she turned to face Harumi. Harumi felt a shiver run through her at the words that followed.

"Don't ever make me or Killow fight Shade again. I will do anything but that. If you try, you won't be able to cry for help."

The door slammed, and Harumi wondered what exactly was going on in the other girl's mind.

[diavolosthots]

Hullo! Im not sure if you write for all of the brothers or if you have a limit, I wanted to ask for a reaction of the brothers figuring out their crush is an up-and-coming singer in the human realm (think early Lady Gaga 💀) if you do have a limit id like to request for Beel, Belphie and Mammon! 💫💖

Hey love! Yes I write for ALL THE CHARACTERS ACTUALLY lol theres NO LIMIT. Also I remember those days 👀 I remember early lady gaga and rhianna and taio Cruz... It's been a hot minute LOLOLOL

THE BROTHERS reacting to their crush being an upcoming singer

Lucifer:

I feel like he already knew from your file that you're somewhat famous ya know? But of course hes never heard you sing and one of the aspects that he came to love so dearly was definitely the sound of your voice so when he heard you sing for the first time, he just kind of leaned against the doorway and enjoyed, clapping once you're finished, "no wonder you're up and coming. You should sing more often, especially for me."

Mammon:

He actually challenged you to a singing contest because ~the great mammon~ wanted to show off ya know? For you. But INSTEAD you showed off on HIM! and hes honestly so amazed that he forgets to sing himself like wait a minute. Hold on. How are you gonna come at him like THAT and how is he supposed to keep up?? Sees that his brothers have the same reaction as him and quickly tries to cover his own surprised face " Uh... Yeah of course my (Y/N) is great! After all with me around all the time, they pick up on greatness naturally!" Up and coming star? How is he gonna keep up?

Leviathan:

Wodjshwisja first of all the first time he heard you sing was actually to an ANIME opening and beside the fact that you actually knew the LYRICS, you also sound so good!!! Comments on how you should be an idol yourself or a seiyuu! Almost falls from his seat when you tell him that you're up and coming because how is he gonna have a chance now?? "That's so attractive... Er i mean... That's cool i guess... Keep.. K-keep up the good work... Or whatever."

Satan:

Listen when he recommended this show to you he didnt think it would turn into a whole binge watch in his room. It made him nervous, being so close to you and the show suddenly wasnt so cool anymore? But about twenty episodes in you started to sing the theme song and it sounded so good that he jokes about you becoming an idol, except that you told him you pretty much already were, "you know, maybe i should just assume more things about you and watch them come true, kind of like I do about my favorite show."

Asmodeus:

He swears he was just gonna bring some clothes to you because he went shopping and those shorts looked so ~cute~ and he KNEW they were going to look so nice on you, but when he opened the door to your room he did NOT expect to see you holding a hairbrush and just rocking out. Freaks out (in a good way) and asks about it right away! When you tell him that you're an up and coming star he almost turns into Levi and fangirls "I knew you were special when i first laid my eyes on you but darling you never seize to surprise me~"

Beelzebub:

Sometimes beel hums tunes when he's making himself something to eat. Just random things he picks up here and there, but this time he wasnt the only one humming. And he also swore he heard some words? So when he whips his head around and sees you, happy singing along to whatever he was humming, he kind of taken aback. Not only are you perfect, but you're also so talented? "(Y/N)... You have such a nice voice." And he meant it. Bring him to your concerts when you're all grown and famous?

Belphegor:

It was a very rare night that Belphie couldnt sleep so he sought out you because you brought this sense of calm to him. Of course youd help him fall asleep! And he smiled at your reaction. You told him to put his head in your lap and you started to stroke his hair. He was so close to just being lost to the dream world when you started to softly sing and his eyes snapped open. No one can naturally sing that well; are you an angel? No? An idol?! Suddenly sleep was forgotten and he wanted to know more, "what other secret talents are you hiding?"

[luthien-t]

Resurfaced Memories. Chapter Eight.

Summary: Being the goddess of Victory, Sigyn. You Devoted your eternal love to Loki, but ever since his reveal of being the Jotun, Odin decides to separate you both to prevent all chances of him seizing the throne. Casted -More like banished- to Midgard with no memories of your previous life, you believe you are the same as the ones around you, the midgardians. You gave yourself the name Y/n. With plenty of help and guidance you finally have a life, what will it be of Loki when he finds you during his trips with his brother? 

warning: swearing, angsty? messy grammar.

A/N: Hello! This is a bit of a slow chapter and not much happening in it, im currently stuck between two alternatives in the next chapter so ill just post this one here thank u very much. I also just realized that the taglist wasnt working from my side so im so sorry for that

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A loud sigh left Lokis lips as he stared at Heimdall. “Perfect timing.” He forced a venomous smile on his lip, watching Heimdall locking the Bifrost. “How you were capable to pass by me, without my eyes seeing is beyond me.” Loki smirked and walked away from him. 

“I see Odin requested me?” Loki held his hands behind his back as he stalked towards the gate of the Bifrost, ready to leave. 

He was furious, anger was burning inside him, just when the answer was at the tip of his fingers, his so-called father found a way to take it from him. 

His mind was analysing everything, this only confirms his theory even more. The answers are just piling up in front of him from his fathers doing.

Heimdall remained silent, watching the guards approach Loki with their weapons out and handcuffs ready. Loki only smirked and walked towards them, readying himself for the words Odin has prepared for him.

You were sitting on your couch, a soft sob escaping your lips. You were overwhelmed by this, none of it made sense. Why would he leave when he was finally getting what he wanted? And why were disappointed at all of this? You collected your stuff and walked out of the house, practically jogging back to the shop, wiping your tears quickly on the way.

Linda saw you from the windows and rushed to you when you walked into the shop, her arms open towards you and her face carried a heavy frown. “Oh sweetheart” And just like that, her comforting nickname brought tears into your eyes, the whole day you have been trying to keep yourself collected and calm, but the minute he left you just couldn’t hold this facade anymore. “Would you like to talk about it?” She said as she led you to a seat, and as if luck was on your side, the shop was empty with only a few costumers seated, doing their work while minding their business. You looked at her, a concerned frown was on her face and you took a breath in, trying to stop crying. 

“He left again, Linda. He was going to” Your hands were around you mimicking what a magician would do and then continued “but he left.” Your voice broke in the end, another sigh leaving your lips as she rested a hand on your shoulder. You know Linda wouldn’t understand what you meant but that didn’t stop her from being angry at him. “Fuck him, he’s just messing with you, I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt but now he’s just messing.” She said, you can hear the anger drip from her words and you shrug. “He’s gone now, I shouldn’t worry much, but why now? I mean if he just continued to ignore me that would’ve been enough” You say. If he hadn’t returned, you wouldn’t be feeling this way, your life would go on normally and you would proceed without any worry. 

But now? Everything he said was in a loop, stuck inside your head. Linda offered to give you the rest of the day off but you shook your head, you’re not going to let a small hiccup ruin your day. 

“Was my presence missed, Odin?” Loki chuckled, clicking his feet together as he stared at Odin, a silent reaction was all he got. The tension was getting thicker in the throne room. “Couldn’t leave me be for a day, my dear father?” Loki smirked up, his hands clamped together while his wrists were chained. “You have abandoned all meetings, disrespected me and now disobeyed my orders, for a mortal?” Loki swallowed and the expressions on his face were now still, he watched as Odin sat up from his throne and tighten the grip on his staff. “So you do know?” Loki asked, exposing half a smirk through his harden demeanour. “Does mother know? Does she know if your little trick of sending my love away?” Loki whispered up at Odin, noticing how his knuckles turned white around the staff while his face remained calm.

“Guards, take him to his cell.” That was all he said, that was all he needed to say for Loki to furrow his eyebrows. “I have done nothing wrong, it is you who should be rotting in a cell!” He screamed at his father while the guards pulled him away. Odin gave no reaction as he watched Loki leave the room.

Loki huffed and walked with the guards to whatever dungeon they are taking him to, he saw his mother on the way, how her smile fell at the notice of the shackles and guards, he watched her feet pick up the pace towards the throne room and rolled his eyes, readying himself for longer days. 

Has it been days? Weeks? Loki wasn’t aware of how long he has spent in this wretched cell, his mother always sent him books and changed the interior of the cell for his liking but never saying a word to  him, Thor never visited and he always watched the guards introduce new criminals every couple of days. Thinking of an escape plane was useless since everything was used against him in here.

“Have you lost your mind?” A voice brought him back to reality and he turned his head towards it, it was Thor. “Define lost.” He replied. “Father just informed me of your actions… for a mortal?” He chuckled. “And to think, you’re the same person who ridiculed me for loving Jane” A smile was still printed on Thors face as he looked at Loki through the electric glass. “Are you here to mock me, brother?” Loki sat up from his bed, his head down but his eyes on Thor. “I thought you enjoyed our little banter!” Thor beamed and Loki rolled his eyes. “No but on a more serious note, I am here to understand.” Loki raised an eyebrow at Thors sudden change and looked at him, really looked at him. 

“Understand what? I went to see her, Heimdall brought me back here and that is it.” Thor held his chin, he always does that when he is in deep thought. 

“Even when father ordered you not to?” 

“Oh but he didn’t” Loki smirked before laying back down on his bed. 

“I just simply read between the lines.” This time he shrugged, casually.

“Loki? You barely know her.” 

“Brother, I am sure of it, Odin wouldn’t go to this extent to stop me unless he is hiding something! Just when I was close to finding out, I find myself back here? And in shackles!” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, all of this keeps adding more and more confusion to him, he is sure of it but why would all of this happen? Why would Odin even do this? He understands that his father was never really proud of anything that he did but why stop him? 

“I will fix this, Loki.” Thor broke the silence and looked at Loki one more time before walking away and Loki sighed, knowing that nothing Thor will do is going to fix this. All he can think about is how to prove his innocence to you.

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