#visiting my familly for it ^^

[bonniecupcake]

Swap AU boys for my soul 💙

Got into kissing mood so take it xD

Edit: Crap my bad, I've based the kissing pose of @ink-mar-qin drawing. I've had this comic as a little wip in my folder for a while and honestly forgot, sorry for that. I can change or delete this drawing.

[enchantedpumpkinfics]

Hello, little message just before this headcanon.

I thank @otomedomme and @munchychuusy who participated in the comments of this post, to this headcanon.(who is like the first layer of potential futur headcanons, like yours, if anyone wants to add elements in, I would love to read them.)

(I may write the love interest outside of their characters, I have not yet read all the information about each one of them. Nor all the interactions. And I do not have all the cards seen that I started love and deespace about two months ago.)

Oh and I haven’t written fanfiction for a long time, English is not my native language. If there is a problem in the writting, I am sorry, I will do my best to correct.

And this may be considered short. But I wrote it in one night. ^-^"

I have just made the correction, of the biggest misspell and errors.

I wish you all a good day/evening/night

MC x reader x Xavier/Zayne/Rafayel/Sylus/Caleb

Trigger warning: normally there is no trigger warning. Except for my writing. Maybe some spoil.

(F/m = familly member c/f = close friend)

General:

-Every accomplishment of his professional or private life. Y/n always the impression that something comes to disturb his life.

-That something is a person. MC, with her hair, her height, her voice, her laught, her habits. Anything Y/n might find normal, even beautiful or cute would become bad if it was associated with MC.

-Y/n always felt that whatever happens in hera life, MC appeared to destroy everything.

-Hep position with the Hunters. Y/n was to be normally nominated in the Alpha team, but was transferred to the Delta team. She was furious not understanding why, while she had the best scores she was placed in the Delta team.

-That’s when she heard one of the evaluators speak well of MC and compared her to Y/n.

-If Y/n thought she wouldn’t meet MC, she’s in for a real treat.

The love interest:

Xavier:

-Y/n met Xavier, by accident in the corridors of the association.

-Reentry from mission. He didn’t pay attention to Y/n.

-But Y/n noticed. Not even knowing if Xavier was in the unit she was helping. She started talking to him without having an answer from him.

-That doesn’t bother him at all. Y/n tried to get information on Xavier, starting with his name.

-After several weeks, Y/n succeeded by having some information, just the bare minimum, his name and being in the Alpha team. Which for some would have made them throw the towel.

-And Y/n was the most optimistic... until the day when...

-She saw MC and Xavier on the street. MC was talking to Xavier, a real conversation, and Xavier was smiling. Something Y/n never managed to do and see.

-Y/n didn’t understand how it was possible and thought she had hallucinated.

Zayne:

-Y/n met Zayne when she visited a family member/close friend.

-Not in his office or the hallways. But in the cafeteria.

-In a completely harmless way. In front of a coffee/tea/soda/water.

-A little conversation took place. She learned that Zayne was a cardiologist. He even asked her if she was a new patient, which she denied.

-It is smiling that she returned to the room of her family member/close friend.

-During the following days, Y/n met Zayne several times in the hospital, mainly in the cafeteria and a few times in the corridors.

-When she returned near f/m c/f. She was all smiling, but preferred to keep the secret of the little (not so small) crush that was born for a certain doctor.

-But her little crush took a turn she hoped not to take.

-A mission went wrong. Technically, she should not have been too close to the Wanderers and even less hit.

-When she got to the emergency room, she was trying to get up. "It’s okay, I’m fine." She had been saying it for several minutes now, but people wouldn’t listen to her, forcing her to stay in bed.

-"Zayne!..."

-Y/n was happy to see Zayne because even if she repeated that everything was fine, her wound started to hurt.

-Happy until the moment she see, a certain person.

-MC.

-Again her.

-Although Y/n have called Zayne, he did not move his head in her direction. His gaze fixed on MC, with some concern.

-Y/n suddenly felt too much, her breathing started to be faster.

-The doctors take care of her, seeing that she no longer struggles, they allowed her to be treated.

-During her entire stay in the hospital, Zayne did not visit her.

Rafayel:

-A friend of Y/n had invited her to a new exhibition in one of the most famous galleries in Linkon.

-Her friend wanted to change her mind and cheer her up, because two sentimental deceptions were beginning to weigh.

-Although the place was beautiful, the works were not really to Y/n’s taste.

-Y/n was bored until she meet a young man with purple hair.

-he spoke of the works, explaining that he did not like them much, preferring his own works.

-Y/n was going to ask him what kind of artwork, but was cut.

-"Ah Rafayel!"

-that voice... that voice made her jaw thight.

-MC was still there?!

-Turning to MC, Rafayel smiles to MC "Ah my body guard!"

-Y/n was lost, how does she be a body guard ?

-MC smiles at Y/n. "Please y/n, don’t tell the hunter association."

-Y/n didn’t know how to react, did she get upset? Send herself out for a walk?

-Seen that, her friend took Y/n out of the gallery.

Sylus:

-Why did the Onychinus's leader need to be that hot?

-the Hunters' Association had heard about Sylus. And after MC’s sudden disappearance and her change of behaviour towards N109 zone, however small. Reader had suspicions.

-This is how Y/n managed to enter the zone.

-Y/n was spying on MC.

-Until the moment she saw her alongside a man with silver hair.

-"Sylus."

-Y/n was shocking, this man with MC was the leader of Onychinus's????

-The crossing of a crow made move y/n.

-It was no longer uncovered and was discovered

-Y/n wondered for several days how she had escaped from the N109 without a scratch.

Caleb:

-Caleb was a mystery to Y/n.

-She had met him less often than Xavier and Zayne, but more often than Rafayel and Sylus together.

-She had talked to him every time, it was rare that he started conversations.

-Caleb was distant, but nice.

-When she offered him to do something together, he refused each time, explaining that he had to see his little sister.

-Y/n learned in a tragic way who was Caleb’s sister.

-Everyone in the association had heard of the death of MC’s grandmother and brother.

-Although Y/n did not carry MC in her heart. She was sad to hear the news, no one deserves to lose someone so dear.

-It was looking at the information in the file on the explosion that she recognized Caleb’s photo.

-How could she not be shocked when she saw him alive next to MC several months later ?

MC :

-Oh MC...

-If anyone could have hidden her crush the best way, it was her.

-Since she had laid eyes on Y/n, it was a massive crush.

-During the class to become a Hunter, she tried to talk with Y/n without success.

-Every time she saw Y/n talking to someone she wanted to participate.

-If MC could not understand something, it was how Xavier/Zayne/Rafayel/Sylus and even Caleb could not see Y/n as she saw her.

-MC could see how Y/n was barely seen by them.

-It became almost annoying, because SHE could see Y/n, why Y/n couldn’t see her?

-Mc didn’t want the eyes of men, she didn’t want to be one of those who collided with Y/n.

-When Y/n saw her with Sylus. MC managed to stop Sylus from hurting her.

-At the time Y/n saw that Caleb was alive. MC knew it was time for her to tell him the truth about her feelings.

[teacherdadda]

Teacherdadda's break at the beach!! 😄

Dadda is having a few days of break of work and went to the beach to visit my dad's familly, of course I went to the beach and here are some pictures from there and as promised my (half) face reveal!!! 😊🫣

[everlastingdreams]

The Weeping Monk x Fem!Reader : Forged Of Fire Chapter 27

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Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.

Chapter Title: Oddity

Notes: /

Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. Self-harm. Suicidal thoughts. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny.��PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forced Marriage. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn. Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!

Word count of this fic: +250K

Chapter:  27/47

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Your head felt heavy against the cold brick wall as you awoke from the slumber they had forced you into. Your arm was hurting and you hoped the wound on it was not bleeding again, they must have dragged you into this freezing cold place. A cold dark cell, surrounded you, the bars a couple of feet away were rusted and by the rain dripping through small holes in the ceiling you could smell the rust.

When you saw who was at the other side of them, you prayed it was a nightmare, or that you were dying and that this was just a delusion. “Father?”

Aldith was reading in your mother’s journal, he had your satchel under his arm. “You brought a lot of misfortune on me, child. Killed my son, betrayed me, and because of your husband’s recent outburst against the Trinity Guard they now have Ravenwick under guard. Because of you, I cannot return home.” He closed the book, came to the bars and stuck his arm through them, he threw the journal at you with force and you had to cover your head to dampen the impact. “Foolish little whore! I was far too gentle with you.”

You grabbed your mother’s journal and stuffed it inside your jacket, a desperate attempt to protect it against him. You saw him take your own journal out of the satchel.

He dropped the satchel to the floor and began to look inside your journal, being careless with the pages, causing tears on multiples ones as he searched through them. “Cassian is death because of you, because of that Weeping Monk. Ravenwick is lost to the Church. You owe me a debt, one you will pay or suffer the consequences.”

You refused to be blamed. “Cassian is dead because neither of you kept your word on the trade with Father Carden, your hunger for coin killed him!”

He snapped the journal shut with his hand and you could barely avoid being hit by it too, it hit the wall just above your head, he kicked the satchel against the bars. “You dare accuse me?” He scoffed. “I heard of what you did the day that the Weeping Monk caused that chaos that happened in the paladin camp, do you think you can use that magic of you now? You were given enough of that flower that I know you will even struggle to walk. You should be very quiet, child.”

He had heard about it, about the green fire that had send the paladins to flee for their lives.

“Where am I?” you gritted out through your teeth angrily.

Aldith found great pleasure in speaking of your fate. “In the castle of the Lord of Morrowstead. He has been waiting for you ever since he gave me the coin. You are his newest novelty. I would expect a visit from him very soon.”

It came out bitter, “You sold me.”

He had no mercy to show. “You were free for the taking now that your husband is dead, you belong to Lord Leoric now.”

The earth was pulled from under your feet, even though you sat on the ground you felt like falling. “What did you just say?”

Aldith had a malicious grin on his face. “The fool tried to stop my men from taking you at the inn, he tried to follow them, they cut his eyes from his skull and burned that Fey child he was with alive.”

Ice ran through your veins, hot tears came over your cheeks but you no longer felt them. A numbness stronger than the effects of the flower had overtaken every inch of you and you no longer heard what Aldith was saying. It no longer mattered what happened next.

        Aldith did not stay for much longer, he must have noticed how you had locked the world out. The only thing you could think of was Percival and Lancelot, how they had been murdered only because they had tried to help. You had not moved since the news had been given so cold and cruelly, and you doubted your legs could carry you now. Guards who wore helmets that covered their heads and faces from harm, stopped at your cell’s door. You wondered how hard it would be to drive a dagger through the space left open for their eyes. They opened the cell door and in stepped a man who was dressed like a noble.

He looked only a few years older than you, short golden hair and a rather uptight look on his face as he studied you. “I am Lord Leoric. Do you know where you are?”

You turned your head away in response to that. Whatever it was that awaited you, you had no energy left to fight it.

Lord Leoric got closer, looking down at your bound wrists. “This castle will be your home from now on. You are a fine specimen.” When no reaction came from you, he continued, “A half-blood and Ash Folk. A rarity. I look forward to seeing what you are like.” He reached out to touch your face, but you recoiled. “No markings… Fascinating.”

He rose up from to ground and spoke to his guards. “It is time to bring her to her quarters. Have her bathe. See to it that she wears clean clothes, we cannot have her looking like she has lived in an inn.”

That vain comment pulled you to the present, you glared up at him. He didn’t seem to care one bit, he was looking at you like an acquired toy.

“I have read all I could find on your kind and unfortunately there was not much, what better way to learn than to observe the species itself.” Lord Leoric beckoned for you to stand. “On your feet. This dungeon will only make you sick and the Ash Folk is rare enough as it is.” His guards pulled you to your feet roughly and he noticed them doing so. “Careful. She is worth her weight in gold and more.”

You were watching it happen with widened eyes, it felt surreal. Were you something he wanted to study? To lock you up and examine you? As they walked you out of the dungeons and on more than three sets of large stairs, you tried to take in your surroundings as much as you could. The place was perfectly clean, there were short pillars with oddities and strange statues in every hallway. The Lord of Morrowstead was a collector of sorts, and you prayed he was not of the insane and cruel kind.

You dug your heels into the carpeted floor. “My husband-”

He had been walking up front and turned as you spoke to him for the first time. “What was that?”

“My husband… I was at the inn with him and a boy.” you swallowed hard. “Is it true that they were killed?”

“That boy is in my dungeons.” he said.

Some broken pieces of your heart put themselves together again. Percival was alive, imprisoned but alive.

Lord Leoric looked at his guards expectantly. “Have we received any word about the Weeping Monk?”

“No, Sir.” One of them answered. “Those sellswords did not speak of the Weeping Monk to us.”

“Strange.” he hummed. “Who told you he was dead?”

“My father.” you felt a spark of hope. “He said his men killed him when he followed them.”

He scoffed. “That would be atrociously foolish. If the Weeping Monk is truly of the Ash Folk, he is worth quite a generous amount to me alive.”

You saw an opportunity to use this to your advantage. “Then you should find out if he’s still alive.”

He looked at one of the guards. “Have a group search for him. Death or alive, bring his corpse if you have to.”

“Yes. Sir.” The guard said, slightly disturbed by his Lord’s odd command.

Maybe there was still hope, maybe this was another one of Aldith’s ways to hurt you. Still, you feared to let that hope truly in. The thought that Lancelot could very well be dead was a thought you could not stand. To miss him, to lose someone like him… no you couldn’t bear the thought.

Lord Leoric began to walk ahead again. “You see, many believe I am unwell. My interest in the oddities of the world unsettles many.”

“What is your intent towards me?” you demanded to know as he came to a halt at a large door.

He was ridiculously casual about it. “The most valuable matters that I collect are kept locked away, as you will be. When I heard of your existence I had a room prepared that will be your home from now on. You will have all you want.”

The reality of the situation hit. He did not intend to treat you in a humane way. “Except my freedom?”

“You are far too interesting to be wandering around freely.” He opened the door and the guard made you follow inside. “A bathing room, table and chairs to eat like the civilized, a comfortable bed. A bench to sit on covered with the softest wool. What more could you want?”

“My freedom.” you deadpanned.

He turned to face you, agitated. “If you believe that I am not able to make you compliant, you are gravely mistaken. I own you.”

Fury burned inside. “I am not your property!”

Lord Leoric looked at one of the guards and gave a nod. The guard came to stand in front of you and struck you with the back of his hand. A shocked gasp fled your lungs.

“There are rules,” he said, watching the guard step back into place, “-that you will follow here. No fleeing, you stay where I tell you to stay. No talking back to me, know your place. Follow my orders, if I tell you to jump, you jump. If I tell you to crawl, you will crawl. Obey my rules and I will let you keep that satchel with the journals. Disobey and I will have you burn them page by page.”

The guards steered you to the bathing room, Lord Leoric followed and pointed to a stack of clothing that were on a chair next to a large wardrobe.

“There are only gowns.” he said. “I do not want to see you in those filthy clothes again. Bathe.”

Your clothes were not filthy, but he was so condescending that there was no reasoning with him. It must have been because they were not like the fancy ones that he himself wore. A Lord who was vain and obsessed with rare things, you doubted you were safe in this place. He would treat you like nothing more than a caged animal to entertain himself with. If you acted compliant, maybe he would be reckless enough to think you would not try to escape. For years you have had to behave like an obedient servant to Aldith and Cassian, you had enough experience to play the part.

With your head down you went to the stack of clothes and picked out a gown at random. “May I wear this, please?”

He picked up on the change in your tone quickly, seeming to approve of it. “No.” he said, then handed you his own choice of gown. “Wear this one.”

Controlling too. Great. Just great. You looked at the large wooden tub that was already filled, it’s steam had filled half of the room.

He used a short dagger to cut the ropes from your wrists, using the dagger again to threaten, “Do as I ask. Bathe.”

Lord Leoric and his guards left the room you were then locked into, trapping you into the golden cage of a madman.

        Bathing was frightening, anyone could have unlocked that door and walked into your quarters. And the area of the bathing room was only seperated from the rest with a thick curtain, not even a door was there to offer some more privacy and certainty. Never had you washed up so fast in your life, and you hoped that Lord would not wish to inspect that you had indeed followed the order. You walked out of the bathing room in the gown, a simple thing but it did show some more cleavage than you had hoped it would. They had taken your weapons from you, and now you couldn’t even wear what you wanted. Your old clothes were hidden under the wardrobe, a precaution in case they would come and take them away. The satchel never left your hip out of fear it’s contents might get lost forever. Just as you were about to sit down on the bed, the door was unlocked and Lord Leoric walked in alone.

“You bathed. Good.” he sounded like he thought it was proper to even demand it of you. A small vial was in his hand and he held it in front of you. “To avoid encountering unnecessary problems.”

That scent… it had been what was on the rag, you could smell it. They were trying to keep your magic sedated.

He saw your reluctance and his tone got cold. “Drink it.”

You tried to keep the anger out of your voice. “You won’t kill me if I don’t.”

“Do you wish to see me release my fury on that child instead if you dare to disobey me? That can be arranged.” he warned. “He will wish Aldith’s sellswords had killed him.”

You were so eager to hit him, to strangle the life out of him because of that threat. But you had to remain docile, if he suspected you were going to try and escape the second the chance was there… Reluctantly you took the vial and began drinking it.

He was watching. “All of it.”

The taste was awful, too bitter on your tongue. Almost did you let him know, but you held back. He took he vial back and inspected it to see if you had drank every single drop of it.

“Aldith is my guest here.” he said, stepping away. “Ravenwick is no longer safe for your family. It will be interesting to learn all about you with his help.”

His help would be of little use, Aldith never bothered to learn who you really were. To him and Cassian you were nothing more than the one they could put all the work and blame on.

“Take a seat.” He gestured to the bed whilst picking up one of the many candles in the room.

You rolled your eyes the second you had turned, and sat on the edge of the bed. He approached you with the candle, handing it to you.

“I was told you can make fire turn green. Show me.” he demanded.

Did he think you just changed the colors of fire? Was he not aware of what those green flames actually were?

“I can’t do it on demand.” you lied.

He did not appreciate that. “Let me inform you that for each time you irritate me, that child will lose one of his fingers. Perhaps that will encourage you to do as I ask.”

You focused your eyes on the carpet, or risked him seeing the murderous intent in them. “I’ll try.”

“Good. Now.” He thought it smart to rush it.

The Hidden were so quiet when you tried to focus on the flame, they could sense how forced you felt. It took some time before the flame of the candle turned a little green.

Lord Leoric stared at it, already impressed with that small change. He took the candle from your hands and watched it until the flame turned back to normal.

“How fascinating!” He was pleased. “Well done. You have earned your meal.”

Earning meals… being held in a place against your will… it was Ravenwick all over again. The only difference was that he would hurt someone else and blame you for it. He even took that candle with him like it was a trophy as he walked out the door. When you heard the lock being turned, you got up from the bed and went to the windows, breaking them would be no problem but the iron bars blocking your exit were. And tying the sheets in the room together, even if you did include the drapes, would not offer enough to climb down to the ground. Escaping would have to happen through the castle and you were not going to leave without Percival. Maybe if you made him think you could be trusted Lord Leoric would let you roam the castle. But then there was Aldith… it would be harder to mislead him and there was a high possibility that he had already warned Lord Leoric about you trying to escape.

The results of the vial were going into effect, the drowsiness began so fast that you barely reached the bed to lie down. As you tried to fight against sleep, you worried about Percival. He was just a boy and they had locked him up in the dungeons. Was he cold? Scared? How cruel could people be to do this and believe it is right… the plant in your blood won and pulled you into sleep’s embrace for the night.

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  The next day had already began strange. Lord Leoric had you bathe in the morning, again. Heavens forbid you tainted his shiny tile floors… it almost made you feel self-conscious but then you remembered that you were just something he had collected and he wanted your appearance to be pristine. Your questions about Percival received only vague answers, it was infuriating. It wasn’t easy to resist using the strap of your satchel to strangle Lord Leoric, but you kept your anger under control by thinking about what could happen to Percival in return. By fulfilling his request the previous night, you were given a meal the next morning. The plate of food and bowls with soup and fruit were anything but little, still you only dared to eat the fruit because you feared they had stuffed more of that plant into the rest. Drinking that vial last night was enough to weaken your body and keep your magic from awakening. If you wanted to get your freedom back, you would have to play it smart.

In the evening Lord Leoric had come to your quarters again, he sat down at the table scribbling away in a journal whilst watching you stand by the window across the large room, it was unnerving.

“Has there been news about Lan-… my husband?” You caught yourself before speaking his name.

He kept writing, unbothered by the question. “Aldith confirmed that his sellswords had to kill him. I still want the body found, anything of the Ash Folk is worth examining.”

You turned away from him, feeling the tears well up in your eyes and your body painfully tensing up from the distress. It couldn’t be true, someone as experienced in battle couldn’t have been defeated by some sellswords. It couldn’t be… “If he is found. I want to see him.”

The request was met with ridicule. “You’d want to see his corpse?”

“Yes.” Was your firm answer.

“We will see.” He sighed and went back to his notes.

You took a step towards him. “And I want to see Percival.”

He didn’t even look up. “No.”

Your patience was running thin. “I demand to see him!”

Lord Leoric stood up from the chair and approached, stopping only a few steps away. “The only one who gets to make demands here is me. You should be glad I don’t leave him to be eaten by the rats.”

You had to take a step back, too tempted to lash out and attack him. “I want to see him.”

He was not to be swayed. “And you will have to wait until I consider you worthy enough to have that as a privilege.”

His eyes landed on your hand, a displeased look on his face. “You did not bathe properly.”

What? Upon looking down at your hand you noticed a small bruise near your thumb. “It’s not dirt, it’s a bruise!”

It did not convince him, his nose scrunched up as if you smelled like manure. “Bathe before you sleep. Otherwise you will ruin the sheets.”

He turned and left the room, but you did hear him command his guards to make sure you bathed again. Your skin would dry out quickly at this rate. To avoid them having to push you into the bathing room, you went there yourself and they closed the door to your quarters when they were positive you were following that order. The last thing you wanted was for them to be ordered to help with this, you didn’t put it past that unscrupulous Lord. The water of the bath was cold this time and you barely did anything more than sit in it, not willing to scrub your skin off for someone who was never pleased. The moment you set foot out from behind that curtain, a few guards were waiting there.

One approached and held out the familiar looking vial, it was filled with the liquid again. “Drink this. Lord Leoric commands it.”

They made sure to watch you drink it, if they hadn’t you would have let at least half of it drip down into your sleeve instead. You even had to shown them, mouth open, that you had indeed swallowed it. There was no chance to spit it out. The foul taste lingered on your tongue for long after they left your ‘fancy’ prison cell again. The tiredness the plant brought upon was not enough to quieten your troubled mind. Poor Percival… was he well? Had they hurt him? Did they even give him food?

You searched that whole space you were trapped in, under the bed and all the furniture, in the hope of finding something useful as a weapon. They had prepared this room well, not a splinter of wood was to be found that could pose as a threat. You kicked one of the chairs, sending it launching into the wall as a frustrated groan freed itself from your lungs. Blocking the door and delaying the next dose of sedation would only put Percival at risk, this castle would be a maze to get through before finding him and precious time would be lost. If you had a weapon, just something small and sharp, you could use it to threaten Lord Leoric with and force him to obey your command.

Your eyes fell on the ceramic jug that held the water to drink and an idea planted itself in your mind. By wrapping the jug in a sheet, you were able to break it without making too much noise. The sharp shards offered an array of improvised weapons and you chose a thin longer piece. The dress offered little ways to hide it. So you tore a small piece of the sheet that you then used to bind the shard around your arm, the sleeve hid it from sight and it was easily accessible this way when it would be needed. Your eyes grew heavy when folding the sheet in a way that would hide it’s ruined stated. Cursing, you crawled into the bed, hating how effective those vials were to keep your strength at a low. You fell asleep seconds after your head touched that pillow, hoping that tomorrow most of that plant would be out of your system.

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  Deep into the night, a dream too vivid to be your imagination was drawing you out of sleep. A continues nudging against your shoulder was irritating you, and then you remembered where you were. Your eyes snapped open and as they adjusted to the darkness, the guard sitting on your bed came into view. Not a second later you had rolled out of bed at the other side and grabbed the first thing you could to defend yourself, a small candle holder. That bastard was quick on his feet and you barely had time to give the warning. “Stay away!”

The copper candle holder would do little damage to his head, considering it was well protected by the helmet, it still didn’t stop you from aiming for his head when he got too close. He blocked your arm, you pulled the shard free from where it was hidden in your sleeve and lashed out at him. In the darkness it was hard to see how he moved, how fast he moved. You felt your arm be grabbed and your back forced against the wall. The shard was stolen from your fingers. He gave you no chance to call out for help as he covered your mouth with his hand, and you doubted much help would be given against one of their own. You struggled against his hold violently, trying multiple times to hit him with your knee and foot.

    ~“Little ember, stop!”~

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[beloveds-embrace]

Hi ! I love your Dukedom with Konig as a duke from another nation.

So, I was imagining something (or at least i tried).

How about Duke Konig visiting England as an ambassador of Austrian monarchy, initially he is here to negociates some commercial / military accord (or other important stuff, whatever 🤷‍♀️)

So because he is really important for both nations, it’s complicated to blame him for almost anything, as trying to pass some time with our poor and sad duchess.

Now imagine the King of England, who know John for a while, and saw how his réputation is damaged because of his wife’s absence. (And the King is also curious about that topic)

Imagine the King decides, as a proof to show he still keep John in a great esteem, and to force the high society to keep quiet a little (Even if grossip never dies !) to send Duke Koning at his domain, as a guest, for the time of his journey in England .

And Duke Koning will surely not complain, and show the most polite and delighted manners in front of John, because inside he is exited to see the lovely and lonely Duchess againe since that time in the garden, and John feels something about it, but cant say anything in front of his King.

It would force Duke John, and the Duchess to host some balls, and our Autrian Duke could try to know the Duchess more, try to make her laugh, and slowly, without even her noticing, teaching her the ways in the Austrian Court (after all, his futur wife must know that type of thing 😏)

The boys would notice of course, but what can they do ? Koning can’t be touch in any possible way, and John never ever seen his wife laugh, even if its a shy one because, its still complicated for her.

Imagine the jealousy, and the frustration for the boys, and they must be really carefull beacause the entire society is in the domain !

Imagine the grossip, when at a ball, when the Society is all together, Even the royal familly is there, and the Duchess open the ball with Koning, and note her husband !

Anyways, that was something crossing my mind, if you like the idea, I would really love you try to write something better than me ^^

Anyway, I love your Dukedom and all the work you put in it

(And sorry for the mistakes, English is not my fist language, and my phone keeps trying to change words in French !)

Ps : remember to drink water ! Thats good for Health ☺️

I’ve already written something like that here and here, and this one as well!! 🫶🏻

[nocturius8015ficore]

Get to know you Tag Game

I've been tagged by a couple friends few days ago. There was @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf and @feralferrule and maybe @ithillia? I'm sorry if I skipped someone in the notification. I do my best to keep on.

Here we go.

Any eating utensil preference?

That's a question we don't often think about. First thought I had is that I like spoons. Big and small, but not those who are round. I'm pretty good with chopstick too. But thinking about it deeply, what I REALLY enjoy is a GOOD SHARP chef knife.

A genre of music you love?

I'm a lot into chipmusic (retro videogame music) these days. Also enjoy a bit of jazz bossa nova while drawing. I have pretty ecclectic taste that change by phase.

Type of condiment/seasoning that would make anything edible for you?

Not exactly a condiment, but cheese go with everything. Salt, sugar, spicy, acid, fried, grilled, in ice-cream. Maybe not dipped into some soda tho. 🤔

Pens or pencils?

I always sketch with the same old '' HB mirado classic'' school pencils. I don't use pens other than for paperwork. To ink, I use fine markers.

What’s your weirdest/most interesting hobby?

Being a -core on facebook/bluesky/tumblr, I would say. I assume most people would not understand the appeal of memeing and arting daily about my hyperfixation for over a year. I know some -cores that are there for 8+ years. From a tumblr perspective I suppose it's not that much of a big deal? Is it?

If you had to get rid of a color entirely what would it be?

That's a weird thing to do. Each color can be interesting in the right context. I would not be sad to see some greyish-pink-beige being less present. Stuff like this. 👇 I would not enjoy sleeping in that bed.

Any allergies?

Not really. I have mild reaction to bees sting sometimes. But nothing more than a bit of swelling on the area and itching for a couple days. I'm an amateur beekeeper, so that sort of stuff happens.

Favorite fictional character?

I'm Fi-Core. 🤷 I love clones. All the clones.

Favorite real person that you don’t actually know?

Colin Baker, the actor behind the 6th Doctor in Doctor who. I actually met him once and he was soooo sweet.

How many alarms do you have set?

I hate to wake up on an alarm. I get anxious the whole night dreading on that moment i will have to wake up. So ideally. None. But there is time I have to, so it's 1 and it's the most simple non-aggressive one.

Do you have any pets? Do you want some?

I have two female cats. A black one name Chandelle (Candle) and a calico one named Pistache (Pistachios) They are both lovely babies.

Favorite drink, alcohol or non?

I don't drink much alcohol. Like, i might drink about one bottle of red wine a year. For none alcoholic one, I enjoy my daily morning tea or hot cocoa. I like to put honey and cinnamon in my hot cocoa. 🥰

Favorite smell?

Not sure, maybe lavender?

Favorite shoes?

The brown and black one. I don't care about shoes at all.

How do you feel about bugs and spiders?

I don't mind about spiders and most bugs. What I hate tho is ladybugs. I hate them even more than mosquitos. They are invasive and smell like shit. You can't just slap them.

Indoors or outdoors?

I'm always indoor because there is air conditonner, internet and no mosquitos. 👍

Sunny or rainy?

Rainy. I don't have much tolerance to hot temperature. And in the winter, I enjoy the snow.

Where would you really like to visit? Would you move there?

Maybe New Zealand to visit. Or just seeing my friends IRL once. But most of them are in the US and it's becoming hell down there. (I'm Canadian)

Are you a people person?

Errh. Kinda. I identify as an ambivert. I can speak to a room filled with people, being a host/leader or doing the small talk but i run out spoons very quickly and need to recharge. I will probably won't enjoy going to a familly party or in a bar. I have social anxiety.

At what temperature do you keep your home?

I'm living in a old house in the countryside, so my home is warmed by firewood half the year and the other, I have air conditionner. I keep it around 22°C (72°F.) We are lucky to have decent isolation.

Alright I answered all of those questions. The tradition here is that I have tag a friend then? Let's go with @gars-weaponeer @mamuzzy-art. No pressure to answer those tagging game. I just love you guys.

[deadnymaster]

Now that hazbin hotel finished, I have some guess list thing for season two:

-Lucifer goes to live whith Charlie at the hotel (pretty obvious for the apple building zone)

-Baxter replacing Sir Pentious (he made two cameos and acording to unconfirmed rumours he was about to ocupate Sir Pentious rol if him would not have been so popular in the pilot)

-Episode about Angel Dust's familly on hell

-Backstory of why the hell Alastor and Lilith disappeared for 7 years

-Lilith owning Alastor soul (Theorys makes this looks so real lol. Specialy if we consider that the time both disappeared it's the same)

-Lilith visiting the hotel like nothing happened, for "visiting Charlie". Lucifer and Alastor being so nervous about it for some kind of awfull backstory

-Alastor being afected by the wound Adam made to him (he's in pain or something like in that fan animatic everyone knows of him discussing whith Lucifer about not mess whith the hotel decoration)

-Alastor asking Charlie for the favor she owns to him, being this be free from his contract whith Lilith (the episode would develop in a comical way, may serious at the end) this would be interesting to watch because Alastor confessing Charlie that his soul belongs to her mother (or someone else)... It could be a very personal and awkward thing for him to reveal (just look at how angry he acted at Husk for him mentioning the thing) but Charlie is very easy to manipulate so let's see how the deer boy would do it whithout loosing all his cool and creepy acting

And that would be all my guesses. Write your opinions if you reached this point :)

[idril-la-wiccan]

Recently, I had to send my laptop to the repairshop. It's all fixed now, but I obviously wasn't prepared for that hiccup.

Being the one in my familly taking charge for groceries and such… I MUST make sure I can actually provide for them EVEN with things happening out of nowhere…

Please, I would appreciate if you could help a bit. I'm just like everyone. Trying to live.

If you don't want to give out money without gainging something in return, then I'm open to art commissions. I have a 20% sales off that will last for as long that that goal exists.

You can DM me here on Tumblr.

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Code C0MPUT3R on Ko-fi.

If you want to spend the least possible, my price for chibis is curently 4€, about 4,20$ in the US, practically the same price.

[vibratingskull]

Thrawn and Che'ri bonding time 🥹

Girl, don't get me started... This is so self indulgent, let me believe that it actually happened

DAD/DAUGHTER MOMENTS

So Thrawn never had any children as we all know, but she's definitively the closest he will ever have for a daughter and he's reveling in that bond they share.

He loves to teach, and teaching he will with her. He helps her with her homework, teaches her to fly, teaches the basics of self defense combat, helps her with her drawings.

He even brings her to a studio for live modeling drawing (they keeped their clothes, don't freak out) and she went "Buddy, my guy, my man... That's too high level for me, I can't. I just draw fireflies and landscapes." And he just supports her throught the whole session, telling that she got it, that she can do it, that it looks great. And it does look great! She's very pleased with her final drawing and will keep going to the studio to practice.

Like in the magnificient art (done by @jun-c, shout out to them) he occasionally brought her with Thalias on Csilla for some sledge sessions and a little bit of Ice skating, she has a terrible balance at first and need to hold his hand but she quickly gets the gist of it.

Movie nights! Plenty of them, he will sit through all the animated movies and cartoon with her, circling her shoulders with his arm. They even ended up sleeping on top of each other in the Skywalker suite and Thalias had to woke them up.

He gots her art supplies for her starday and can't wait to try them with her. Paint, clay, felt-pens, embrodery frames, she gets to taste anything and everything.

Do'nt buy her toys cause he doesn't really knows with what children her age play with, he lets that to Thalias. Tried ONCE to buy her plushy and she winced, she too old for it now. (she hugs it each evening nonetheless but shhhhhhhh!)

She will beat his ass at any video games, no question asked.

Of course his favorite moment is their monthly game of Tactica together. He goes easy on her as she tries to grasp the basics of strategics games, with a cheese platter next to them. That's when he is in his true element and thrives, that's when he's the most expressive and open about his affection, so she keeps playing despite having her ass handed to her each game.

She once called him "dad" by accident, and while gently chastising her, that it was improper, his chest puffed up with pride and love.

We all know he would be a girl dad, so he's 100% into their bound, he cherishes it so much, can't have enough.

Tells her bedtimes stories, especially at the begining when she was younger, less now that she's a grown up. It pains his heart, but he's proud that she is growing up.

He actually draw along side her one time, and it was not good! At least she had a good laugh out of it!

Visits her when she's ill. Even if he remains professionnal and aloof he comes see here everyday.

He would be so supportive of her and her crushes, even if would be a bit worried but she's almost a teenager, that's her time. He would be cheering for her on the sideline if she went on dates, and she would tell him everything after.

She definitively got adopted by the Mitth after his exile, 100% wears his familly name now.

Once an adult she took a ship and flied to the planet they exiled Thrawn for closure. She didn't have hope to find him or anything, she just wanted to see for herself the last place he was (Ar'alani never told her anything about the Empire) and she had a good, freeing cry before coming back to the Ascendancy.

And finally Thrawn will come back to the Ascendancy with his new Empire behind him, save the day, save them all, hug her and will retire somewhere where she will visit him often (This will totally happen, I'm not delulu at all)

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay

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[fromtheboundlesssea]

NGNM

Okay so idk if u rmb me but I recently sent an ask where i essentially said that I dislike hanna and her bastards ( jace & luke)

But I have reread the fic and changed my mind. Now i feel very much sympathetic to them and their plight. Tbh it must suck to obviously be the least loved of your fathers children. While Rhaenor says that he doesn't have favourites it is so obvious to everyone ( except him).

The Velaryon bastards have Driftmark, a powerful and wealthy house, and a dragon-riding mother, uncle, and grandmother also they were made legitimate. The strong boys don't have that. Their maternal family isn't Valryian nor or they particularly wealthy, they also most definetly had it rough as they do not have purple eyes or the silver gold hair ( you mentioned that the main reason they got dragon eggs was because a servant hurt baby jace beacause they thought that he wasn't Rhaenors child.)

Overall it sucks to be them and yes if I were them I would be mad that neither my father nor grandfather made me legimitate nor did they try to find me any purpose in life. Aegon get to be lord of the tides wtf do the blacks get.

Jace , Luke and Joffery are essentially expected to spend their lives being guests at harrenhall. Their dad does not arrange any advantageous marriages for them so they and their line will depend on the good will of their uncles and ( newphews) for their room and board at the Castle.

And while yes Harren hall is large again can it support 3 dragon riders their eventual famillies and the families of their uncles and their children who would technically superiour to them.

Its also mentioned it aegons chapter after Aemond lost his eye that both he and jace lost alot of priviledges and couldnt even visit the royal part of the keep without permission from the king or their father and they wouldn't recieve the same level or education as their trueborn sibiling which way to breed resentment Rhaenor.

Overall one of the main reasons that I hated the strong/black fraction when reading your fic is beacause I hate them in cannon however after rereading I feel nothing but sympathy to Jace luke joffery and their mum.

Rhaenor really fucked them over.

Sorry for the long post

Also English isn't my first language so apologizes for any grammatical errors

These kids are the victims of circumstances, and as sad as it is, history won’t remember them well because they react badly to their victimization.

Also! No worries at all! Your English was great!

[cup01d]

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ೃ❀࿔˙ ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ೃ❀ᮬ࿔ MHA DR INTRO

A love has begun...

NAME: Kenzou(建造, build, create) Shirou(城, castle)

A name that reflects the history of the family, and provides a hope for the future of it.

Age: 15

Gender: Genderqueer. I label myself by all sorts of terms, so genderqueer is probably the closest.

Pronouns: He/they/it

Height: 5'10

Likes: Baking with my father, art, especially animation, walking around at night, trying different foods, going out with friends, dying my hair crazy colors, Harajuku street styles. Platforms and mary janes. using the train, going places.

BACKSTORY

after losing the family fortune, his wife, and all famillial ties, my grandfather fell into dispair and died of a broken heart. his two sons, Fumiya (my uncle) and Genji (my father) had a lot on their plates. Their plan was to open businesses that would serve the neighborhoods they lived in so they could gain respect and customers, and eventually remake the money lost. The businesses didn't do well at first. People disliked the food that my father was making, and they didn't respect my uncle as a teacher. It seemed the well-crafted plan was going to fail. While visiting his brother, Genji took notice of a child about seven (me) hitting the bags. Fumiya informed him that I was the only person who'd come to the dojo since it opened, so he let me stay here for free since I didn't seem to have any parents, which was true. after spending some years with the brothers, I had become so close that they were practically family. Genji decided to be the official adoptive father, even though Fumiya claims full custody. I was adopted at eleven, and we went to celebrate with a night in tokyo. Surprisingly, it was around that time when the businesses began growing and doing well. Genji had perfected his recipes and kids began coming to the dojo after seeing me there and begging their parents for a class. Fumiya calls me a good luck charm, and it sure seems i might be. I grew up idolizing Mirko, and my father fostered this obsession, taking me to fanmeets and buying me as much merchandise as he could. at one point, my whole room was covered in Mirko merch. I wanted to be a hero just like her, so i trained my quirk and my mind in my uncle's dojo for hours on end. I got to the exams and passed with flying colors (to absolutely nobody's surprise, really) and obviously we had to celebrate.

QUIRK

Quirk name: Open System. a refrence to an open system in physics, which allows energy and matter to flow freely inside and outside the system.

quirk type: emitter, transformation

Hero Name: Backlash

Quirk Description: The user can absorb the kinetic, potential and heat energy of an impact and release that energy on another person.

Pros:

-any impact absorbed by the quirk leaves the user unharmed.

-the amount of energy that's absorbed can be compounded when the quirk is activated

-can absorb all types of energy except for nuclear.

-the quirk can be consciously activated for any length of time without putting strain on the body.

Cons:

-there's a cap to how much force I can use.

-it only works if the quirk is activated. if the quirk gets deactivated, all the force from the impact that's stored releases on the body at once.

i don't really have anything for my appearance yet but i got pink hair and brown eyes. they turn blue when my quirk is activated tho.

nothing crazy for my quirk backstory i guess. it was passed down through my mother's line.

so that's my mha dr... not too crazy, just two guys running business and their kid who goes to a hero school.

partially inspired by @zshiftsrealities

...A signal has been given!

.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ೃ❀࿔˙ ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ೃ❀ᮬ࿔

[pykanico]

Day 23 - Familly

Fic if you want to read every posted day : https://archiveofourown.org/works/51386731/chapters/129854215

“Ingo this is verrrry ridiculous, I hate it”

“Emmy is right, why did you have to paint your hair black? it looks dumb”

“Yup, it looks dumb”

Ingo cannot believe that the first thing that his brother and Iris agree on is that they hate his new style, and it has only been 10 minutes since these two met each other.

Emmet and Ingo had just returned home after their visit to Nimbasa city to see how Elesa was doing and passed the day together, to discover than Drayden got himself a surprise visit from an old friend, who just happened to be the legal guardian of Iris.

And if his younger twin was already a menace to himself with his infuriating prank, then Iris, of her 4 years of existence, was by her guardian mouth ‘a hell of a Impidimp’ with her boundless energy, and they said all of that before promptly leaving their daughter here because of an emergency.

Now that the tracks of Emmet and Iris converge in one, Ingo is not sure if the world is prepared for it, He, is not prepared for it personally.

And it seems that they decided to direct their track in his direction full speed ahead, as Emmet was pretty vocal about his distaste with Ingo’s new interest in fashion and Iris seemed to hate it with as much fever as his brother.

“My outfit is in no point dumb, it is a perfectly adequate one that Elesa has approved as such, neither of your opinions have value for me”

The two troublemakers looked at Ingo with no emotion, betraying them before Emmet turned his attention to Iris with a mischievous smile, one that Ingo could recognize everywhere, his twin talking quietly as if he was sharing a secret but loud enough to be heard by every people who was in the room “Elesa did not approve his hair at all, yup, she only approve his outfit”

That seemed to be enough to make Iris grin like she found the last piece of candy, as she herself turn her head in Emmet direction and false-whisper to him “That explain a lot Emmy! Your friend did not want to say that he shouldn’t have painted his hair!!”

“I am Emmet, and I am sure that is the reason”

Ingo could only groan loudly at the shenanigan of the two, as they seemed to laugh loudly at his misery, With all of that, Drayden simply entered the living room with what seemed to be an amused expression as he put two cup of tea and one glass of orange juice on the small table.

“Emmet, Iris leave Ingo alone, I am sure you two have other things to talk about other than bugging him off?”

His younger twin rolled his eyes as he seemed to understand what their uncle was asking and reluctantly left Ingo alone, starting a discussion about Pokemon that seemed to perk up Iris attention.

“Thank you Uncle Drayden”

“...I must admit that your brother is right through, black hair does not look great on you”

“…”

____________________________________

“This is utterly stupid, Ingo you cannot walk around this house in that!! Come on !"

“I am Emmet, And I am utterly disappointed in you, how can you do that to us?!”

It’s only been one minute, how can they be already at him when he had just changed into the ONLY available outfit, who was unfortunately this for some mysterious reason.

“Maybe if someone didn’t stolen the rest of them, then maybe I wouldn't be on this track”.

The two culprits seemed to laugh at his misery as Drayden entered the room with the breakfast, Even years later, things really never change.

“Ingo, I thought you hated this shade of Green?”

“…” For once in his life, he had a sudden urge to scream more loudly than his usual volume.

[merryslilhobbit]

Fanfiction

For anyone who might be interested, here is a list of my fanfics on AO3.

Formula 1

Celebrations (WIP): Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo, PG-13. 8,651 words. Starting after the British GP 2023, Lando & Daniel celebrate Lando's successes.

Sunset In Melbourne: Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo, PG-13. 2,626 words. Set after the Australian GP qualifying session.

Quirks: Lando Norris/George Russell, Explicit. 1,941. Date night, when George discovers something he didn't know about Lando.

What He Needs: Daniel Ricciardo/Lando Norris, Explicit, 12,631 words. Set during 2022 F1 season.

Our Love Language: Daniel Ricciardo/Lando Norris, Explicit, 1,811 words. Post Mexico GP 2023. A little bit of fun.

One Door Closes: Daniel Ricciardo/Lando Norris, Explicit, 1,596 words. Brazil GP 2023 weekend. Just smut, no plot.

It Took Neon Lights For Me To See: Daniel Ricciardo/Lando Norris, PG-13, 3,215 words. Set during/after Las Vegas GP 2023. Hurt/comfort and some good old fashioned fluff.

Just Another Facet: Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo, Explicit, 1.2k. Pure smut and kink.

Falling Into Place: Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo, PG-13, 2.8k. A slightly different take on the infamous Perth farm trip. Yet another getting together story.

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait: Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo, PG-13, 1.4k. Tooth-rotting fluff set post-Miami 2024 GP.

This Delicate Thing We Have: Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo, G, 500 words. Just a fluffy little snippet, post-Australia 2023 GP.

Family: Lewis Hamilton/Peter Bonnington, PG-13, 541. A little snippet of a moment on holiday between these two.

Little Things: Lewis Hamilton/Peter Bonnington, PG-13, 449. Another little snippet between these two, set during the Las Vegas GP 2024.

No More Missing You: Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo, Explicit, 3.6k. Dando reunion after Daniel's F1 departure.

Together At Christmas: Lewis Hamilton/Peter Bonnington, PG-13, 1.3k. The aftermath of hosting their first Christmas with Lewis' familly.

Evolution: Lewis Hamilton/Peter Bonnington, Explicit, 10k. Lewis reaches his final race with Mercedes, but he isn't ready to leave Bono yet.

Northern Lights: Lewis Hamilton/Valtteri Bottas, PG-13, 4.1k. George and Zhou try to set up their teammates when George thinks they might want to be more than friends.

9-1-1

The Road To El Paso: Buck/Eddie, PG-13. 9,604 words. Eddie & Christopher take a trip to visit Eddie's parents, with Buck along for company.

Never Stop: Buck/Eddie, Buck/Taylor mentioned. PG-13. 700 words. Eddie worrying about Buck after (another!) accident.

Shelter: Buck/Eddie, PG-13. 1,123 words. Buck & Eddie share a lazy morning together.

The Unmasked Singer: Buck/Eddie, PG-13. 923 words. A little bit of silliness.

Healthy Competition: crossover fic - Buck/Bucky Barnes, R. 3,923 words. AU where Buck meets Sergeant James Barnes.

Marvel Cinematic Universe

5 Times Sam Didn't Ask Anything Of Bucky And Once He Did: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, G. 985 words. Bit of fluff, bit of falling in love, bit of always being there for each other.

You're A Civilian Now: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, R. 1,431 words. Bucky has a hard time letting go of some things.

Home: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, PG-13. 1,925 words. Established relationship, Bucky visits Sam in Louisiana.

Not Quite There Yet: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, G. 280 words. Domestic fluff.

Past and Present: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, PG-13. 471 words. Angst. Character death.

Marvel Cinematic Universe - RPF

The Calm Within The Storm: Anthony Mackie/Sebastian Stan, PG-13. 1,278 words. Anthony knows Sebastian better than anyone.

You Should Probably Leave / What Happens When You Don't Leave / Glad You Never Leave: Anthony Mackie/Sebastian Stan, R. +8,000 words total. Getting together.

[visualizm]

This last two days has been horrorific. I'm so fucking tired of working, my managers don't give me a brake (not in a bad way) but yeah.

Tomorrow im free but i'm having my familly visiting

[teacherdadda]

ooo i hope you have/had fun at the beach!! Carnival sounds really fun too - so many bright colours!! is there anything specific you’re doin for it??

-🍯

Thank you!! I will go there today 😁

My dad's familly is from there, so we will visit them! 😊

Hope you have a great weekend and have fun too!! ^^

[baby-blues-thinks]

Ok so far I haven't managed to count my cals or stick to long fasts but I'm already 1 kg down yippiee

I'm visiting familly next week for new years and I hope I can evade over eating.

I think I'll burn a lot of cals just by walking so I'm not that scared