#well that esculated quickly

[productiveliquid]

My submission to @glitterypirateduck ‘s Gazfest, also first post

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Kyle (Gaz) Garrick x GN!Reader

Gaz and Reader were high school friends (?) Before Gaz went off to the British Army. He's now back in New England along with the 141 Task Force for some bar-hopping and rescuing fun??

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TW : Mild Harresment (not from any of the 141 task force), Old Friends, Mentions of Trying to Underage Drink.

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The bar atmosphere was perfect from the lighting down to the music. My friends had already started heading among the other bars opposed to myself, deciding to stick to this one bar. Reason? Because of him, Kyle. Kyle Garrick. It's been over 6 years now, and I'm still hooked on him. This was the first bar we ever tried our fake IDs and also the last, being that we were suspended from school as our science teacher was there to catch us. These memories we've made sticks as a reminder to what we had. Not to mention that anything I do somehow reminds me of Kyle.

I'm drawn out forcefully from my thoughts by a hand wrapping around my waist.

"So what're we having tonight, beautiful?" A whisper spoke into my ear with a hint of Jack. I put on my best customer service smile and try to deter the conversation while also moving the hand who had an unormally strong hold on me.

"Nothing much, just water." I state struggling now to move the hand. That actually starts to piss me off. "Now, can you please move your hand?" I speak calmly, again trying not to esculate the situation.

"That's it? Here, I got you. Bartend! Get this lovely lady here one of your finest shots!" He yells practically in my ear. Just as fast as he ordered the drink slid our way. His hand on my hip cutting off the circulation to my waist. But he uses his free hand to offer me the drink.

"No thank you. But again, can you let go of my waist? It's hurting me." I state gritting my teeth now, the fingers enterlinked with my waist still not fucking moving. I see him look at the drink almost disappointed, then he trys forcing me to drink it. This little boy cannot take rejection can he?

"Come on, you know you want it." He does a rise of an eyebrow, furthering the ick I already have. While also being the last straw. I grab the drink from his hand and then throwing the drink into his stupid face.

"Jesus!" He cries, i take this opportunity to try and smash the drink against his once again stupid face. Till, a hand stops me. Easily overpowering me. Looking back I see,

"Relax, he's not worth it." An easily recognizable voice speaks over the now seemingly ear wrenching music.

"Kyle?" I question but knowing the answer rightfully so, I watch his eyes as he glances at me then to the man glarring daggers at the both of us. Kyle drops my hand and proceeds to step infront of me.

"You got a problem?" Kyle questions, a very much rhetorical question. Kyle then sends the stupid faced man a glare and wrapping his arm around my shoulder, almost ushering me out the bar.

"What the hell!?" I yell, trying to be angry at him from stopping me getting arrested on assault charges but excitement quickly taking over instead. I grasp onto him tightly, wanting to never let go.

"Seems like somebody missed me?" He says, quickly returning the hug.

"Missed you so much." The glint in his eyes telling me the same goes for him. The eyes I missed spacing out into, the man I missed having in my arms. Just like this. Letting go of Kyle, he does a full examination (checking out) of myself.

"Are you okay?" He questions concern taking over his features, pretty features may I add.

"Yes, I am. Thanks to you, huh?" I say, trying to ease the shaking of adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream.

"More like thanks to yourself! You handled yourself pretty well. You also look very well taken care of." He smiles, seemingly easing a pervious worry he had?

"You don't look too bad yourself, Kyle." I return the smile, checking him out for myself as well. He's tanner, even with a more defined outline for himself. "Is the military treating you well out there?" I ask, noticing the cut on his cheek. I bring my hand up to get a closer look at it, not noticing the gap that seems to close ever so slightly. I can feel the warmth coming out of his skin. That seems to be getting hotter by the second. "Do you have a fever? You're awfully hot."

"God damnit." He curses under his breath. Suddenly, he pulls me in by my shoulders, then works his way up to my face. Holding it loosely as if to tell me I can leave at any point. "Can I kiss you?" He asks, hope swimming in his eyes. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I return the favor by grabbing his face and pulling him in the rest of the way. I pull away asking,

"Do you seriously have a fever?" He rolls his eyes and pulls me back in with a muffled 'No'.

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I honestly do not know how I feel about this LOLS, but I wrote this in an hour. (Not grammarly checked or spelled checked.)

[toast-art]

Well that escullated quickly

[tryingtimi]

Listen

Basically the continuation of this scene. It's one of those that I started a long time ago and now I just wanted it done lol. When in the actual story there will be some things in the two scenes, and after it but yk. Anyway.

Context: Syonehlia tells Cronyl she need him because of the Proposal Performance. Cronyl does not know Syonehlia doesn't want to be the Princess, and will only find out after they performed. Until then, there is a tension, since she basically rejected him earlier. However, not as openly to crush all his hope.

DYNAMIC EXPLORATION | ARGUMENT EXPLORATION | WC: 841

“This was not part of the deal.”

Syonehlia did not look at Cronyl, while he slammed the carefully decorated piece of paper at the table as if it was no more than garbage. She calmly busied herself with her wrist bandages, not even flinching, nor acting as if she cared about any inch of his remarks.

Cronyl gritted his teeth.

“It is now,” Syonehlia answered, voice even. “I need your help to complete the performance. Furthermore, it’s a generous offer. Your fee is doubled,” she elegantly flipped the parchment and put a delicate finger at the top. “Supplemented with the newest medications you can find on the market, besides the fruit and vegetable stocks those were fermented and sealed properly to stay esculent for a fine amount of time…”

“So you give pickled food.” Cronyl finally earned a glance from the Dione heir, even if a rather piercing one. She did pull back her pragmatic mask real quickly.

“Yes. Also, I’ve sent Delion to our tailors where they make two pile-lined linen inexpressible with matching tunics and blouses, all coated with spider silk from our farms. There will be various sizes in the package.”

“So you also give pants and shirts.” Syonehlia didn’t seem necessarily proud of herself after listing all these, but Cronyl still crossed his arms before his chest. He wasn’t trying to hide the lack of amusement on his face, in contrast to this annoyance that nested in his nerves. “Great, in that case, we can finally prepare that summer ball we’ve been delaying for weeks now. The handful of half-ruined houses the people live in will serve well as a decorative touch.”

A short silence conquered the room. Cronyl held Syonehlia’s gaze which seemed unreadable. Until one, tiny little twitch of her lips.

“Mockery is something I was not expecting from you. I offer much, Rescuer. You should consider these at least.”

He held her gaze, his tension seeping into the brightly lit office area.

“The ridiculous offer is the least surrealistic among all the things you listed here,” he said, his tone as cold as hers. He could shield the painful disappointment well enough. “How do you plan to execute your plan, tell me, heiress. The Performance is not for pairs, there is no chance you can take me in with you. And if you could somehow manage to do it, I don’t see the appeal in helping you to marry off to the Prince. I’m not out here to fulfil all your whims.”

“Does that mean my idea could work?” Syonehlia stopped adjusting her bandages, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. “The fight scene. In disguise.”

There was a moment of pause in the room. Cronyl tried his hardest to process the sheer ignorance towards his words. It wasn’t the first time she did that, he slowly realized that. There were moments they would converse, and she would do it as subtly as a serpent would sneak into your bed unnoticed. Still, he didn’t really care about it. So far, anyway.

He released a deep breath, not loosening his posture.

“Only if you would want them to kick you out of the suitors. Even if the other nobles wouldn’t notice it, there is no doubt the Prince wouldn't miss how it’s actually fighting. That would be the most inappropriate performance in the history.”

The chandelier’s light made the room bright enough for him to see the most subtle smile creep onto her lips. It felt like a knowing one.

Confusion scattered into Cronyl’s chest.

“We’ll make it work.”

The use of the plural was the last thread of his patience. He closed his eyes, and he would have loved to turn on his heels to take his leave. Anger bubbled in his chest, towards her and himself as well. Yet, he found himself stuck in that room. No matter how much she seemed to tell him the exact thing he wasn’t expecting.

Helping her to get married to the Prince? Metal-cursed woman. She was playing with him, or he was a fool from the start.

Focus.

His feelings should have played very little part in his decision-making. And with that, a realization hit him on the face that made his heart crack further. Yet, it was more important like that pathetic thing.

His people were that, way more important.

“All right, listen,” Syonehlia started. She didn’t sound tender or apologetic. Her voice was of someone’s who knew what she wanted and what she needed to do to get it. “I need you because it would only work well if there are two people. And you are close to a master in this topic. Believe me, I wouldn’t ask for this if I’d know a better option.”

Cronyl left his gaze on her, none of them looking away.

The people.

He untangled his arms, his palms showing.

“I’m listening.”

[thevisixnary]

voidxxdrifting asked: “Well then.  That esculated quickly.”

Alice was panting but only for a moment. Now that they were safe in the library, Alice felt better. It was her home away from home. Well, it was tied with the TARDIS nowadays. People might've been creeped out by a library at night, but Alice felt right at home.

Without missing a beat, she nodded her agreement. "I'll say. This is like the sort of stuff that happens when a friend of mine is around." She told the other. "Didn't think it would happen while he's not here." That realization scared her. She'd always counted on the Doctor to be there to save her, but the Doctor was away, while she visited home to come to terms with a recent revelation. What was she supposed to do?

[guiltypleasurefandomface]

The fluff goldmine with Lamlor, especially since they’re already quite affectionate and get along very well as friends- Their first kiss would either be endearingly unsure or it just casually happens one day when Roger quickly kisses him goodnight and Adam internally squeals

It esculates from Roger kissing Adam's hand to kissing his cheek and one day he sees this Look in Adam's eyes and quickly gives him a peck on the lips before they seperate to go into their own rooms, and gives him a wink straight afterwards.

Maybe the next night Adam will kiss him first...

[ace-angel-judas]

Fiance (AU)

Pairing: Star/Mino

12 / ??

Synopsis: Mino gets everything he’s wanted, it was just the best thing about being king of his empire. Star was the princess of a smaller country yet she was one of the most beautiful woman in the land, many men had asked to wed her only to be turned away. Mino gains Star’s hand in marriage but there’s one issue: She’s not interested.

Star pursed her lips as she looked down at the food in front of her, the dream was running through her mind. Why did she have that dream? Why would she dream of Mino as a child? It was all weird to her. Star had never met Mino previously, the first time meeting him was when she arrived at the palace. 

At least Mino dressed accordingly while her parents were around and the concubines didn’t serve them. Now that Star thought about it, she hadn’t seen any of the concubines around since the accident. She sighed, looking up at her parents were chatting with Mino. 

“I hope our daughter is to your liking,” Her mother smiled. 

“She’s fine,” Mino looked at Star and smiled, “The marriage is still happening,” 

Oh, yay. 

“Star, have you fit in well? I understand it is colder here then at home,” Her father stated. 

She smiled, “It’s fine, King Mino has made sure I fit in, I have no complaints,” 

Her mother couldn’t help but be excited, “You two get along so well, when can we expect little princes and princess?” 

Star almost choked on the water she was sipping, covering her mouth and placing the glass down. Even Mino’s cheeks had flushed a soft pink as he stopped eating, looking away from Star and her parents. 

“Let us get the marriage done first,” Mino smiled, “Then we can discuss children,” 

Star’s mother smiled softly, “Don’t be so flustered about it, King Mino, your mother and I used to talk about your futures together, she had always wanted a grand daughter but I hoped for a grand son, I’ll be happy with whatever happens,” 

As her mother spoke, Star looked up at her mother. Had Mino’s mother and her own been friends or allies? She couldn’t remember her mother having many friends, being too busy with the people in their country. Letting out a deep sigh, Star decided she was no longer hungry and stood. 

“Excuse me for a moment,” She whispered. 

Mino looked up at her, “Is everything okay?” 

Was it? Star wasn’t sure but she nodded none the less and turned, walking away from the table. As she walked, Star thought as hard as she could back to her childhood. No, she’d never met Mino before. That, she was certain of.

Reaching her shared room, Star sat down on her mat with her legs curled under herself. She reached to the small table in front of herself, picking up the hard covered book. Star smiled softly, the love story of Sunny and Paran, the pirate and the princess. 

As Star flicked through the book, her brows furrowed together. The story was about Sunny Yong, the princess, who was said to run away from her country for Paran, the pirate king. Her hands stopped at a page. 

Paran’s ship was a grand design, canvas sails and the finest wood. It was all the best for the king. His ship was said to fly across the sea like a bird, giving itself the name Sea Bird. 

“Paran’s sea bird..,” Star whispered softly, “Paran was named for his blue eyes, Sunny always called him blue bird..,” 

Dropping the book, Star’s breathing grew shallow. Mino called her Blue Bird just as Sunny called Paran, but Mino had never read the book before. How could he have possibly known it? Perhaps it was a scary coincidence. But.. 

“Sunny Yong,” Star whispered, “Yong..,” 

The sound of the door opening made Star quickly turn and stand, swallowing thickly and regaining her posture. The woman who had walked in was dressed in a red silk hanbok and Star sighed. 

“His highness is not here,” Star smiled, “If you’ve been requested, I will take my leave then,” 

As Star began to walk towards the door, she was about to pass the concubine when a pain split through her stomach and she gasped out in pain. The concubine had a twisted smile on her red painted lips and Star felt the warm blood seeping from the stab wound, her hands hold the dagger that had pierced her flesh. 

“I was here for his highness,” The concubine whispered, “Only for you, your majesty,” 

Star fell to the floor, her hands shaking as blood seeped over her fingers and her black hanbook. The flashing of red silk was all Star saw as the concubine turned and ran. Tears filled her eyes as she gasped in pain, unable to move from the flicking heat of pain. 

“Mino...,” 

[fakebenjaminingrosso]

i kinda just... feel like getting really drunk tbh...

[ask-the-beauties-of-runeterra]

“Well then.  That esculated quickly.”

Kai’sa chuckles “says the man that wanted to play with my toe beans” as she’s laid out on the couch beside him

[misstrashchan]

RWBY V8 CH12 Initial Thoughts:

Yes yes I'm late watching the new episode don't look at me. Also @tumblezwei thank you thank you for showing me how to put the read more bit on posts, I can finally put it to good use.

Figured I might as well do a reaction/initial thoughts to this episode since I haven't done that in a while, so here goes:

- Man Ironwood is just. Super overcompensating with his Gun-gun.

"You've done the right thing."

"I have. Feels weird"

-I'M SORRY THAT WAS THE BEST LINE OF THE EPISODE HANDS DOWN. Just. The sass. The growth. Kicking Ironwood in the face while cuffed (does she have experience doing that? Fighting while arrested? It kinda looked similar to Mercury's fighting style too.) EMERALD I LOVE YOU.

- Ngl I feel extremely satisfied that we can finally FINALLY put the "Winter is Totally Going To Be A Villain" theory to bed after this episode. Not that I didn't used to see the appeal of it myself, but v8 made it increasingly clear that wasn't where her arc was headed. Also Schneebling reunion on the horizon? Pretty please???

- *Sees Oscar riding on the Chimera summon with Winter*

*Remembers Oscar riding with Yang on the hoverbike in episode 2*

My Snowpines/Rosegarden shipping ass: Gee Oscar, how come you get TWO big sister-in-laws?

- Small thing but it's always nice to see team ALPN fighting together. I know a few Oscar fans were freaking out about Penny potentially replacing Oscar as their teammate, but like I thought that wasn't really something to worry about. *gently bonks Oscar fanbase* Sillies.

- I'm a little suprised given how Ironwood is the Big Bad of the Atlas arc how quickly he went down, without much dramatic flair or further esculation, but I am so glad Winter got that last awesome shot on him. (and that Oscar managed to get a few jabs in too) And like. He's still alive in jail. So who the hell knows what we're gonna do with him now. Take him to Vacuo along with Jaques apparently. I'm sure that'll go greeeeaaat.

- Ambrosius... after a quick google search the name apparently means "Divine" or "Immortal" in Greek. Hm. Unlike Jinn, not a specific reference to a mythical being, at least not in name, but I'm sure people are already theorizing on that front better than I could. Similar blue/gold design too. So maybe they're all Djinns in a sense, since they grant your desires, but split into four focusing on a specific kind of desire? That works. Anyways, super fun character and I hope they make more use of him. Like, because I wanna see more of his personality and also Oh my Gosh the Things You Can Do With His Powers are Basically Limitless as long as you're smart about it (hint hint get the CCT active around Remnant but Better)

- And gosh were our girls smart. Weiss working with Whitley to get the schematics and coordinates for the exact points of evacuation that they had originally planned out for their ships to create portals to the Vault/Central Zone (?) to Vacuo, Ruby puting in careful thought and wording about creating a copy of Penny with the existing robot parts from her to let the girl who was always there underneath remain and leaving the copy with the virus to self destruct, with Penny's designs for reference, they absolutely did their homework. Of course there was the risk of if Penny could exist without that physical form, but of course they all believed in her.

- Self destructing Not!Penny crawling towards the real Penny is super creepy and hopefully something she doesn't have nightmares about

- Of course the first thing Penny does when she realises she's a Real Girl is hug everyone so she can experience the joy of Real Normal Warm Hugs.

"Are hugs always this warm?"

"Yes, Penny"

"Woooow"

-MY HEART. No actually back up, back up, the Nuts and Dolts shipper in me is singing rn, because all the times Penny has been hugged by Ruby this volume and only now is she actually able to actually feel that hug. Like, the sentiment and emotional support of it was always there and obviously appreciated by her before, but like. Now she can FEEL it.

- I'm super happy for Penny and seeing her back to her cheerful adorable self is Delightful, but at the same time I'm now really worried for her too. She doesn't have to worry about the virus anymore, now she's a regular meat person, but here's the thing. She's a regular meat person. No more rocket boots. No more lasers. No more in built swords attached to her body with strings. No more resistance to harsher elements. No more night vision. Obviously she's still the Winter Maiden, so she's still a force to be reckoned with, and she has RWBY with her, but she's still a rookie maiden that is massively vulnerable right now. She's vulnerable in her new human form to anyone coming after her. And like. Things just feel like they're going too smoothly...

- Speaking of, hello hello my ominous darling Cinder. Just like last volume, when things seem to be going too smoothly, there you are. So Watts cut off Jaune's broadcast and all other communications in the kingdom, and I'm guessing Cinder's jumping in those portal spaces with Neo to come after Ruby and Penny? That along with the "Do Not Fall" warning seems... yeah something's gonna go terribly wrong by the end of this volume. Salem, Ironwood, Mantle, Penny... All these loose ends are just being dealt with so quickly and neatly for me to be fully comfortable.

- tfw you've read Before the Dawn and know that Vacuo was already struggling with refugees coming in since Atlas had closed its borders, Vale was overrun with Grimm, and Mistral had its defences spread thin already being the widest reaching kingdom, along with Leo, Hazel and Tyrian denting it even further in offing all the huntsman and huntresses, and Vacuo's people are already pretty stingy with outsiders, and if there are thousands coming from the kingdom that closed it's borders and ordered an dust embargo... oh boi the Vacuo arc is gonna be a doozy.

- I know it's probably too close to Atlas and therefore Salem, and we need a convenient way to segue into the Vacuo arc, but couldn't Argus have been an option for the portal evacuation? At least, as well as Vacuo?

- OH FUCK YEAH I FORGOT THEY MENTIONED THE WRITERS SAID V9 WAS GONNA BE A DETOUR AND WASN'T JUST GOING TO BE JUMPING STRAIGHT TO VACUO. So like. Are they gonna get lost in a void of time and space? Are they going to jump through time by accident? Or just in space? Both? If you fall do you just end up randomly in the middle of the desert, far from Vacuo? And v9 is just going to be RWBY trekking through the desert? Similar to v6 after the train crash? So many questions.

-Hmm. Torn between Cinder going after Penny/Ruby with Neo in the vault space, or potentially being confronted by ALPN+Emerald... JNR+Emerald seems more narratively fitting, but Neo seems deadset on her and Cinder killing to Ruby...

- I wonder if Qrow is gonna confront Ironwood while he's in jail... Role reversal of the start of the volume. Or maybe he's just going to consider it worth his time.

-Taking all the established Atlas characters right with us into the Vacuo arc seems like it's going to be... A Lot. At this point I wouldn't be surprised if team RWBY really did end up jumping in time in V9 to fast forward on the two city populations integrating with one another, like maybe by a few months? Idk I'm just spitballing. Initial thoughts and all.

- Last point but the hooded cowl is such a great look on Cinder. Love it.

[lucifers-golden-bitch-apparently]

well that esculated quickly.

[the-npc-gallery]

This is a modification of one of my previous played characters. I played her in Pathfinder and made her Magus. Adapting her to 5e has proved to be a bit of a challenge. This is my best try to make a frontline wizard. Could potentialy be a artificer if you so want. Which really makes her the mix of her parents.

Constance

Cleric/Wizard - 1 lvl forge cleric - rest wizard (abjuration or war mage)

BG: Acolyte, Cloistered scholar or Sage

Keywords- Daddy issues, Anger manegment problems, and a intelligent brain to function.

Your early childhood might look good for an outsider. Your family were quit wellfy. Your dad an archmage and your mom a more simple women. Good with her hands. Smithing. Mostly making jewlery, but also beautifull weapons. Your dad was never home and when he finially was, he was always in his study doing god knows what 'importent' things. But primarilly he is out on assignments. You quickly found out that you must fight to get his attention. You try mostly everything. Which leads to you acting reckless and having issues with emotionel-control.

It gets worse as you grow up, your dad getting more work and is more stressed than ever. You just trying to think of your early childhood, with him loving you. He is a work-a-holic, and when he goes on until the middle of the night. Trying to stop his overintelligent brain by drinking. He starts argueing with mom, but only after you suppose to be asleep. One night it all becomes to much for you. Your endless sceams to get a glims of his time and affection. So you go down to confront him, to just say it honestly, that you miss him and need him in your live. You start argueing, and with non of you being good at these kind of things, it esculates, quit fast might I add. With emotions running high, he hits you. You black out.

After that you wakes up in the hospital. Your mom is there. But not your dad. You still love him, adore him. He is your hero. Your mom starts to speak. She says, that you must learn to function with other people. So instead of helping, she just ships you of to her temple, after a long speech about religion helps putting people on a better path.

This only thoughers you constant need of aproval. As you grow up your learn methods to try to control all you rageing emotions. To chanel them into your work. But mostly you read. Read every book in their libriary. History was your bedtimestory, Arcane books before breakfast, and a quick one on religion around noon. You must have inherited more than just your emotionel issues from your dad.

As much as you try to fit in, you just can't. Your heart is with the books not the craft. You know more than most, because between the books nobody would judge you. They cant walk away and leave you. And somehow you feel closer to your dad. Even though this is where your parents left you, you always fells like you dont quit fit in between these pumb religious fanatics. So you leave and join a wizard school. To follow in your fathers footsteps. Maybe this just might get his approval. That might even let you go home. Might let you join his work, help him out. But it never seems enough. No matter how hard you try. No matter how much knowledge you gain, or your rank in the wizard school. It just never seems enough.

After some years when you figure out that you never be enough by staying. You leave. He might stop you if you go into danger. So you join the closet war just to do something, and for the first time make your own desitions that is not guided by others approval. Trying to gain your own independence.

You learn that you dad is working for a real bad organisation. So you take a leave from the war, and sneak home and into his office while nobodys home. Here you find hidden papers from the queen. Is he a bad guy? Maybe he is a spy for the queen? Would that make up for all the evil stuff he did within the organisation? Should you turn your own dad in? You have so many questions. But you know asking won't give you the answers. You love him, flaws and all. But how can you keep living like this constantly trying to get his approval. When he has no time to spare for you. So you leave for good this time. Not to the war, no you leave fare away were his shadow can not influence all your desitions. You leave so fare away that people will not regonise you, to start over. And here an adventuring group picks you up. Because which group doesn't need a buff know it all.

At first glance you meet a women with her broad shoulders, huge frame, rough hands and heavy armor. So when she opens her mouth an sofisticated and well thought out words come out, anyone is shocked. You learn fast not to judge this book by its cover, because she ain't just one book she is the whole damn libirary. You need to know something she can help. Ask away. But everything has a price. Dont forget that, because one day she will ask for the favor back. An eye for an eye. She might not have any goals, or a clear heading in her life right know. But she damn sure about everything, haveing an opinion on every subject, and will shoot wholes though all your planes, really putting you in the hot seat. But then again, you are prepared for anything and everything that can go wrong then, so she is really just saving your ass in her own way. She will (even though she might never admite it) do anything for praise. For your thanks and acknowledgement of her skills and superior knowledge.

[rotund-team-rwby]

Well that esculated quickly

Meanwhile two members of Ravens tribe where currently talking.

"So like how do you spell Branwen. Is it B-r-a-n-w-e-n or B-r-a-w-e-n."

"Its B-r-a-n-w-e-n."

"Yeah that's just been something bugging me-."

They were cut off by muffled moans,mews and caws coming from Ravens tent.

"We should go."

"Yeah."

[fiercxlyhopxful]

“Well then. That esculated quickly.” (valiant-phoenix-wanderer)

“I didn’t mean for that to happen!” she exclaimed, blushing at his now soaked clothing. They had been having a slight spat and she lost control and soaked his clothes. “I-I’m sorry!”

@valiant-phoenix-wanderer

[jaigny]

Siren Silvers

for @cassgoths Luuuuurve Island

YA/23/Polish-Irish and German Ethnic Backgrounds/She/They/Pansexual/

Aspiration and Traits:- 

Soulmate - Alluring - Self Absorbed - Hot Headed - Family Oriented

Hometowns:

Newcrest (Childhood home til she was 17), San Myshuno ( From 117 to 22 years old.) and finally Sulani (Current residency of 22ys and up)

Facts/MiniStory

- She has hetetrochromia although you have too look super close as one eye is a slate blue grey and one is a more whiter.

- She likes hot chocolate and very rarely drinks coffee but does love tea of any flavor!

- She loves pizza rolls and makes them as treats with her daughter Honey from scratch. She loves baking with her kid.

- Although one of her traits is self absorbed she used it to protect her kid.( As will be explained later)

- Her favorite flowers are  Gardenias and Lilacs and Jasmine.

- Her favorite colours are blues, golds and pastel neutrals (e.g off white etc)

- She mainly sings and does odd jobs to financially support both her and Honey whilst once every few months getting paid child support from Honey’s father’s parents

- Only sings to her daughter now and professionally. Not as a hobby sadly 

- Calls honey her little Honeysuckle or Sweet Sunshine even if Honey just screws her face up all adorably 

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Her grandparents on her mother’s side moved to Windernberg. And Her mother met her husband/Siren’s father at the local down town’s tudor cafe.

She lived a fairly normal happy childhood. Parents/Grandparents ( on both sides) loved her dearly in Newcrest and once when she was 17 a few months before her 18th birthday moved to San Myshuno which is only a few hours from her parents.

A few months into living in San Myshuno’s Art’s Quarter she met her first boyfriend through a gig, and discovered she had a talent for singing and song writing and not long became his band’s lead female vocalist whilst earning money through other gigs and events and the desperate odd job.

After a 6-9 month of being together, he started to become distant,would go out at random times day and night, controlling, extremely jealous and even dabbled in alcohol and drugs. She only had of course found out to the top of the pile that he was also cheating on her after catching him in the act whilst drunk and high off he had taken to the possible female backup vocalist they had been having on and off during their practices to see how she’s do as Siren’s back/background up vocalist and after packing her things told him to scream and scream whilst he screwed himself on the largest and prickliest cactus possible, cut her ties with the band members and left him in his shitty little apartment in the Arts Quarter and moved to the Spice District to start again providing herself financially by doing what she loved, expressing herself through music and even working at a karaoke bar for awhile but left in fear of being seen by her ex and his friends.

It was a long while til she met her second boyfriend (and the father of her daughter.) in surprisingly a cute small cafe’ by accidentally barging into him pouring cold frappe coffee all over the both of them but after meeting up and getting to know one another became friends to lovers and at first all was great. they were happy until she saw little warning signs of the real demons that raised hell just below the surface that sprung up making him violent,abusive and at times an alcoholic until she became accidentally pregnant. During her third trimester a few weeks before the baby’s due date, after a normal argument spun out of control into something like a enraged stupor and hit her slightly in the womb and into the wall triggering her pregnancy.

After a few weeks after Honey was born - he seemed almost normal, not becoming aggressive, beating on her etc But one day during their shopping routine  he grew into jealous if nor not jealous man like her first relationship. That only erupted once he saw her being assisted by another man as she struggled with carrying their new born and groceries . and after he confronted her,and the fight esculated being threatened to be hit is when she told him to leave, and cool off which he did for a good few long hours and when the the door slammed is when she moved into action quickly packing all of her own and honey’s belongings and a one way ticket for them both. The only people who know of her where abouts are her own parents and as well as well as his own (2nd boyfriends parents that lived in Oasis Springs) as both sets of parents were concerned and absolutely appalled by his behavior and have allowed to to to stay in Sulani as long as she accepted child support that his parents sent every moth to support them.

She’s lived peacefully in Sulani now for nearly close o a year in Sulani’s warm and accepting community, even after healing began to one and ff date people she now calls good caring and supportive friends (After just deciding to be friends cause they felt the romance wasn’t going anywhere.) as well as lovely suprise visits every few months by both sets of grandparents as well as their own love and support.

His parents haven’t heard much of their son after they left and although they are still appalled by his behavior are somewhat concerned for his safety and hopefully hasn’t injured himself or others and is getting the help he needs.

As she furthers her healing and being strong with those around her she despite humming and haring about entering this competition, is happy now as she had both grandparents not along ago -- a few days mostly  beforehand come down for a surprise trip again and so they were fine with looking after her little honeysuckle to pursue what she wants to do with this contest decision and so after putting pen to paper...has just done that.

[hanorganaas]

‪me: -reads kyp durron going from a sweet kid to a full blown sith influenced maniac-‬

me: well that esculated quickly‬

[anaklnky]

𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 (steve rogers x reader)

pairing: steve rogers x female reader.

warnings: none… just amense fluffiness!! and mild swearing… also - mentions of sex, but there is none OOF.

summary: steve gets back from a mission, he is perfectly fine. no cuts. nothing. and even though the mission was only two days, y/n missed him like mad…

a/n: none of the Marvel/Avengers characters belong to me, i am not that smart to come up with something as spectacular as the MU/MCU. so yeah. but i did come up with the plot and add y/n… sooo yeah. lol. anywaysss, i hope you enjoy!! :]

word count: 1935 words

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨:

(italics) means - flashback/past

 (bold) means - y/n’s view

 (normal) means - present

 if any of these are used together, it means that they are one in the same!!

y/n was pacing around. as much as she had wanted to go on the mission with him and the others, fury had disagreed on that part. saying that she wasn’t needed on the mission and that she, quoted, “needed rest”. y/n was unhappy at the fact that fury had practically discarded her for this mission. the people who had accompanied steve were: tony, clint, natasha and wanda. thor was in the kitchen, raiding the fridge for whatever he deemed edible… which was anything. and bruce, well he was in the lab working on something, as always. 

y/n had had enough pacing around the living room in the tower. so she gave up having a fit about fury not letting her go.

“ah - i give up!” she yelled. padding her way to the kitchen, to see thor crouched down. looking at the bottom shelf in the fridge, munching on food. he pulled his head out of the fridge and turned to look at her. 

“what seems to be the matter lady y/n?” he asked, chewing on strawberry laces, with an apple in his right hand. she rolled her eyes at the norse god and chuckled. 

“it’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” she said, glancing at him as he pulled the strawberry laces out of his mouth, and took a bite of the apple. “you enjoying yourself there?” she asked. his head snapped back to her.

“pardon lady y/n?” his eyes wide. she waved her hands in the air and laughed. 

“nothing thor, you go back to eating” y/n walked back to the living room and plopped herself on the sofa. she reached over and grabbed her phone of the glass coffee table. she unlocked it with her thumb print and then looked through her messages to see if anyone had bothered to text her. nada. y/n sighed and put her phone on the sofa, beside her. as she ran her fingers through her h/l h/c hair, jarvis spoke. 

“miss l/n, captain rogers and the others are back from their mission” 

y/n shot up from the sofa and skipped to the kitchen. 

“thor - pack the food away, their back!” she whispered loudly. thor backed out of the fridge and shoved the crate of half-eaten strawberries back on the shelf, before quickly shutting the fridge door. in a rush, y/n then sat on the stool near the breakfast bar. she tapped her fingers on the marble counter-top, becoming inpatient. come on stevey. as she thought it, he came in through the metal door with tony, natasha, clint and wanda all following shortly behind. her head snapped towards the door and she smiled at him. steve put his star-spangled shield on the floor and walked over to her. he didn’t have his blue helmet on, probably meaning he had lost it on the mission. steve wrapped his arms around y/n’s shoulders and sunk his face into the crook of her neck. 

“you were only gone for two days, but fuck i missed you.” she breathed in his scent. even though steve was all sweating and was covered in dirt and a little bit of blood, she didn’t care. his scent still pooled through all of it, and it comforted her. 

“i missed you too doll” he mumbled into her neck. just then tony walked into the kitchen, wearing a grey t-shirt and black jeans. 

“ah - don’t say that y/n! capsicle don’t like that kinda language!” he laughed. y/n giggled with him. steve lifted his head from y/n’s neck and frowned playfully, his arms still securely wrapped around her. 

“really? this again? how long has it been tony?” he shook his head. as he did so, y/n’s eyes gazed lovingly at him. 

how did i become so lucky to get you. you’re perfect. kind. handsome. funny. the whole package; i couldn’t ask for a better man.

steve then glanced back down at her, with a grin on his face. he dipped his head and kissed her. steve smiled into the kiss, as did she. one of y/n’s hand went to the back of his neck, whilst the other was placed gently on his bicep, gripping it slightly, making steve move in closer. one of steve’s hands held the small of her back, with the other holding her cheek. 

“awh - come on you two! really? on MY breakfast bar?” tony moaned, taking the piss. 

the two pulled apart. y/n’s face showed annoyance. whilst steve showed his resting bitch face. 

“shut up tony, it’s not as if we haven’t heard you and pepper at it” y/n smirked. tony’s face went red.

the others had since disappeared after tony made his comment, not wanting to get involved. 

“i’m just gonna go and hit the hay,” he then faked a yawn. “damn - i’m tired” he backed away to the elevator. y/n and steve didn’t have to deal with tony’s shit for the rest of the evening. steve turned his focus back on y/n. 

“so, what do you wanna do for the rest of the night?” he asked. y/n looked at him and puffed her cheeks out and then gazed out into thin air, pretending to think. 

“erm - what about going back to our room and watching a film?” she replied. 

“that sounds like a great idea” he said in a hushed voice. 

“yeah?” y/n said. smiling like a complete idiot for the hundredth time in that hour. 

“yeah. it does” he laughed shortly, putting his lips to y/n’s, giving her a loving kiss. steve lifted her up from the stool and put her on the ground, careful not to break the kiss, as if it was a matter of life and death. y/n then pulled away. 

“go and take a quick shower, as much as i love you, i’m not getting in bed with a man that smells like he has just played in the rubbish bin for two days” she giggled. steve stared at y/n in mock offence. 

“rude” he said.

“erm - not rude - it’s the truth” she laughed. “i don’t lie babe.” y/n ran her hands through his cropped, blonde hair. pushing it back into it’s usual place. she smiled at her work, she then dropped her hand down to her side.

“yeah - i know” he replied. he then pecked her on the lips, before picking up his shield, walking away for his shower. “okay i’m off to have a shower.” y/n followed suit, walking behind him.

“good” y/n said. as he walked in front of her, y/n slapped his arse. steve jumped at the impact, turning around to her. y/n looked mischievous. she grinned widely. steve shook his head. 

“what!? have you seen your arse from behind, it looks great!” y/n squeaked, her eyes wide. steve went red slightly and his head dropped slightly. then he looked back up at her, smirking.

“what?” y/n pouted. 

“you’re gonna get it now!” he laughed. steve flung his shield on his back and picked y/n up. y/n was laughing immensely. 

steve came out of the shower, wearing a pair of black shorts, that feel to his knees. he dried his damp hair with a small blue towel. soap suds fell down his neck and traced his muscles on his back and chest. he pushed the towel of his chest to dry of the remainder of water and soap he hadn’t done before. y/n sat on their bed, looking at the t.v, whilst scrolling through netflix. looking for something to watch. 

“what are we gonna watch then doll?” steve asked, as he climbed under the covers. he placed his head on y/n’s stomach and his hand rested on her waist. she had her back to the headboard, with the remote in her right hand. 

“i don’t know” y/n ran her fingers through his still damp hair; massaging his scalp. he hummed in pleasure as her fingers worked wonders on his scalp. 

“that feels nice” he said, burying his face into her tummy more, smiling. she lifted her hands and moved to his neck. his hands played with the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing. which happened to be way too big for her form. he lifted his head from y/n’s stomach and frowned. he looked at her with his head tilted to the side slightly. 

“what?” she said. 

“you’re wearing my army t-shirt” he replied. he looked at the military logo that rested on her chest. 

“if you don’t want me to wear it, i don’t have to babe-” she was about to get off the bed to change the t-shirt into another one of his. 

“no-” steve grabbed her hand and brought her back down to the mattress. “no, it’s fine, you can wear it” he smiled softly. he crawled up to the pillows and brought y/n into his chest. wrapping his arms around her frame. 

“let’s not watch a film tonight, let’s just stay like this” steve suggested. grabbing the remote that y/n had left on the bed-side unit, and turning the t.v off.

“sounds like a plan cap” she giggled sleepily, as she used his nickname. 

y/n lifted her head off of steve’s chest and looked up at him. they stared lovingly at each other. everything was silent. that’s until steve broke it. 

“i love you y/n l/n” he kissed her head. 

y/n put her hand on his neck and made him deep his head down. their lips barely touching. 

“and i love you too steve rogers”

they clashed their lips together. steve showed her so much love. and she showed him just as much. y/n’s heart was racing and so was steve’s. there was no way that this would esculate, they weren’t that type of couple. to instantly make love just because of a kiss. although y/n probably wouldn’t mind [ ;) ] they still kept it significantly slow. y/n shifted so that she was facing steve better. he put his hands on her waist and placed her gently on his lap. steve sat up so that he would have better access to her lips. his muscular arms coiled around her, as he tilted his head so he could kiss y/n deeper. her arms were wrapped around his neck, bringing him in closer. steve’s slight stubble felt nothing like y/n’s soft skin, but his soft lips made up for it. y/n ran her hands down his shoulders and stopped at his chest. she then pushed him back down onto the pillow, gently enough to make sure she didn’t crush his head against the wooden headboard. as steve’s head hit the pillow, y/n pulled away.

she looked into steve’s tremendously, gorgeous, ice blue eyes. behind the great, big, strong captain america, laid a soft, 100 year old man. who showed so much care and love, that he didn’t know what to do with it, other than make it known to the girl he loved so dearly… y/n. 

steve brushed his right thumb over her left cheek and trailed them down to her lips. he then cupped her cheeks with both hands and brought her down towards him for one last kiss before the night ended. it was only a soft kiss, but it felt like to much more to y/n. 

“did i say that i love you?” he asked, smiling.

“i believe you did rogers” y/n replied. she snuggled back into his chest and stayed still. 

“goodnight doll” steve said, as he closed his eye, his arms protecting his love from nothing. 

“goodnight steve” y/n replied. 

and with that, they both fell asleep, knowing that they were safe in each other’s arms.