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Disney's Wish Review ( Some Spoilers)

So Start this off, Sorry I have been gone so long. But, I just wanted to pack in my thoughts of Wish. Now, If you don't know about Disney's Wish. It's alright. I will just let you know something about it. And, If you do then please understand that these are my opinions on the movie. Now on a quick side note before I actually start this review. I do have to say that this movie I feel is getting a lot of backlash before it has even sprung. And, I notice people do that a lot with movies nowadays. Now, This animation is a new style for Disney to try out. , We might find it weird, and at times when I was watching the film. I did get a little surprised but I quickly recovered because at the time the two animations came together greatly. The second is the expectations of this movie. I hear that almost every comment about this film is that it doesn't compare to the other great Disney films. And, I honestly want to say that it is okay that it doesn't. Movies aren't meant to be copies of another. They are supposed to inspire people and allow them to create their own films based on the ideas that they inspire. And, I am sorry but I don't constantly want to hear the same beat and sound with every song. I want a difference and I feel like this movie tries to present it to us but no one is taking the time to actually listen and look. Instead, It seems everyone is ready to judge a film before it has even begun.

Disney's Wish is Walt Disney Animation's Studios 100th Animated Film. The first 3D and 2D animation mix, the story focuses on a 17-year-old girl, Ashsa, living in her kingdom whose life revolves around earning a chance to have their one wish granted by her powerful Belevont king, Magnifico. And, it is Ashsa's wish to become his apprentice and earn the chance to be granted a wish.

Now, I know that doesn't seem so different than other films and that again is okay.

It is the story theme that I find to be very different. Now, Wish presents the idea of Wishes and Dreams to us. And, I find that very important because when you look at Disney. It is what that is built upon. A dream and a wish. The wish for something wonderful or magical to be brought to us and the dream to seek out adventure, magic, and so many other things. I mean we grow up looking at Disney and wishing maybe one day to visit it or to create a make something almost as beautiful or wonderful as they have. And, Wish really reminds us of that. In the film, Our Wishes are what inspires us to try, and though they might not come true there is something positive that does come out of it.

Because It is better to try than simply give up. And, What I also loved about that film was the fact it pointed out the fact of what makes any person more deserving to have that wish granted and what makes one wish greater than the others. Cause I do not want to admit it but the main villain in the film reminds me of the people I hear every day online or on the streets talking down upon another person's wishes. The right to wish. What we should wish for. The quick disregard of the emotional hurt we feel after that wish is destroyed or we lose it. I really liked seeing that.

And, I won't lie. I loved the Disney references. I kept finding more and more in the film as we continued to watch it and I loved that, especially at the end when they mentioned so many Disney films. I think realizing this anniversary showed us how many films Disney has presented to us and how wonderful the memories they bring. The nostalgia was so nice.

Now, Let me get into the music. I absolutely loved the music. I liked the different feel that seemed to come from it. I felt that honestly, it had a kind of spice that some of Disney has lacked ( except for Ecanto, and Moana.) The songs did well playing on the voices of its actors and cast. As Well as merging them so perfectly well together.

My Least and I say that loosely would probably be the first song. "Welcome to Rosas." And, I put that low on the list simply because several of the others kind of pushed there way to my favorite. My top three would have to be "This Wish", loved the vocals and emotion in the song, "Knowing what I Know Now." I loved the cast voices and the precision, and finally "I'm a star." That last one was overall so fun.

Now, Before I start on the villain's Song. Let me tell you. I absolutely hated that everyone was hating on this song before we even fully heard it or seen it. And, I was so happy to see it and give my honest opinion. The song is not Hellfire or Friends on the other side. But, That is great because that kind of song doesn't fit the villain.

"This is the thanks I get." is a song about a Selfish Narcissist man becoming angry about being questioned and possibly losing his power. He isn't being tormented with his desire like the villain of The Hunchback of Notre Dom nor is he being convening like the one in Princess and the Frog. No, Instead We are getting a song about a villain who is quickly losing his cool and showing his true colors. Magnifico is a villain who reminds me of those really handsome and put together kind of men. They are handsome and charismatic but just underneath that mask is something else entirely. Now, Sometimes people are blind to it or they mask it so well that others won't notice. But, Eventually, you discover who they are. And, Magnifico was no different. The kindness disappeared and the cruel selfish man came out. And, The song helped you really see that especially as he begins to lose his cool more and more.

Now, My little disappointments with the movies. I was kind of a little curious about Maginficio's powers and story as well as his magic spell book. And, I was a little upset why that didn't go into great detail about it. I wanted to know more about that book and what happened to his world and his wife. In addition, What does this mean for wish I have a funny feeling that this won't be the end of Asha's story and that makes me curious and slightly nervous.

But, Overall a great movie. Really Liked it. A decent 5/5

[astarstruckcherryblossomstudent]

I read your yandere dilf post just before going to sleep and had a very interesting dream as a result: yandere Wild West Outlaw!

He takes you hostage to keep the rangers from going after him after a robbery. You’re tied up in front of him on his horse and after riding away from town for a long time he doesn’t set you down somewhere like you expected but takes you with him into his hideout.

Bonus: he‘s (basically) masked > bandana covering half his face and the rim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes

Yandere Wild West Outlaw! Headcanons

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Proximity, Slow Burn, Stockholm Syndrome, Masked Outlaw ;), Petnames, Killing, Mentions of Robbery, Non-Consensual Voyeurism/Surveillance, Description of Injury & Blood, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’, etc.

A/N: Anon, I am in love with this concept !

♡ Yandere Outlaw whose body encompasses yours, his chest to your back and his arms caging you as he grips the horse’s reigns, his breathing steady as if he hadn’t just committed a multitude of crimes. Then again, considering how proficient he was at wiping the inn clean of all its savings and tying you up on his horse before the rangers could even arrive, you suspected this was not the first time he’d done this. Nor would it be the last.

♡ Yandere Outlaw says very little after he abducted you, his last words being sharp commands, laden with a calmness you would never have expected from a man holding an entire building hostage.

♡ And, in your terror, you said nothing to him, your back to his front as he rode to nowhere discernible, the civilised, populated terrain of your home town having melted away hours ago.

♡ No, the Outlaw gave nothing away. Even after days of being forced to travel with him to what you could only pray would be a town – somewhere for him to dispose of you before taking to the canyons again – he said nothing.

♡ He’d offer you food, and, after the first 24 hours of starving yourself out of sheer distrust – or principle, as you wanted to see it – you succumbed to your famine.

♡ Yandere Outlaw would feed it to you before disappearing behind whatever cover lay nearby – oftentimes his horse – and eat.

♡ Whatever lay beneath his bandana was a mystery to you. And it only took you trying to see what he looked like once to see that your endeavour was a hopeless one.

♡ You’d strained and leaned past the point of no return, falling onto your side.

♡ And Outlaw came back into view, adjusting his bandana back over his nose, the shadow cast over his eyes by his hat much like that descending over the valley you now inhabited.

♡ Your heart stammered as he grew closer, the spurs of his boots the land equivalent to the fin of a shark as Outlaw came to a stop before you.

♡ He got to one knee, so quietly that you could see why nobody ever saw him coming, and, brushing a lock of hair from your face with a gloved hand, chuckled.

♡ Low and rumbling, like an earthquake. Or one of God’s many natural disasters. A gruff, brief thing as ephemeral as life itself. 

♡ “Don’t get yourself all scuffed up now, Darlin’,” he says. His hand trails from just behind your ear, tracing your jaw, the tendons in your neck, stopping just short of where your shirt hangs above your collar bones.

♡ You think that you hear him hiss. So sibilant and soft you’re unsure whether you perhaps imagined it and rather heard the conversation of pit vipers laying just below the hard sand beneath your ear.

♡ Outlaw’s head tilts, his face no clearer to you now as it was days ago, especially now with the setting sun casting a misplaced halo about his hat-clad head, his front shadowed. Two sides, one a light facade, the other his true nature.

♡ “You’re no good to me broken.”

♡ Yandere Outlaw whose only elaboration of that cryptic sentiment comes in the form of another day’s travel, during which you remained firmly bound – and gagged at one juncture when you made the mistake of crying for help when you spotted a lone merchant out on the open road.

♡ Yandere Outlaw neutralised that channel of freedom for you very quickly with a crack of a bullet, leaving you glassy-eyed and breathless as he ransacked the merchant’s travel cabin, taking all manner of valuables.

♡ “Why, thank you, Darlin’,” he says, his gloved hand coming to rest on your knee, clapping down on you and making you jump – shriek. And he squeezes with all the familiarity of someone who’s done this before.

♡ “Wouldn’t’a found this here haul if you hadn’t tried to scream your pretty little head off.”

♡ Yandere outlaw knows that’s isn’t quite true; he’s an excellent tracker, and an even better marksman. He’d have found this travelling man on his own eventually; the outcome would have been identical. But you didn’t need to know that.

♡ The gag was practically useless after that, for your desire to keep others from the same fate as the travelling salesman had you quiet as a mouse.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can sense how rigid you are – less so than you were when he’d first taken you, but you still felt…different. You were loose in the way that submission often made people slaves to fatigue, to their fate. And he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d succumbed to yours so soon, especially when, as you finally drifted off to sleep after a day and a half without it, you leaned into his chest, head to his shoulder.

♡ Unwillingly, of course. Your exhaustion weighed you down, lead. You had no control over your unconscious body, regardless of how repulsive you found the pillow you were leaning on.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can’t help but let his gaze drift from the open canyon ahead, gradually giving way to caves and rocky rivers, to your face. You were tranquil in sleep, brew no longer knotted in worry, or fear. Just…sleep.

♡ Yandere Outlaw could feel his hands twitching, the urge to touch you creeping up behind him the longer he stared at your vulnerable form.

♡ Yandere outlaw who, for a second, and a second only, let his hand slip from the reigns and slither, slowly, to your knee, up the expanse of your clothed thigh.

♡ Yandere Outlaw’s heart who, for the first time in a long time, beats at a humming bird’s pace when you shift in your slumber, making him withdraw.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, watching, waiting for you to settle back into sleep, kept his hands from you the rest of the night. Though temptation beckons him to do otherwise.

♡ Yandere Outlaw shifted behind you, waking you. Only when you were torn from a dream of being anywhere but here did you realise the horse had come to a stop, an unfamiliar breeze settling over you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, unsaddling you from the horse, carries you like a bride in his arms, kicking open the door to an abode you didn’t even know was there.

♡ Yandere Outlaw sets you down beside a pole, tying you to it. Tightly.

♡ “Welcome home, Dollface,” he says, hands settling on his belt as he watches your eyes jump from one corner to another, taking in these new surroundings, these new circumstances.

♡ Of course, you don’t accept the conditions Outlaw has roped you into. Not without a fight.

♡ Yandere Outlaw, as a result, had to keep his eye on you when you initially began your residence with him. 

♡ For the first couple of weeks, he’d take you to the waterfall to bathe every other day; would watch you as you did so. At first, bashful and uncomfortable, you’d asked him to turn around as you stood exposed. To which the Outlaw just laughed. “Ain’t much worth lookin’ at,” he’d reassured you.

♡ Yandere outlaw who tells you exactly how the day’s going to go.

♡ “You’re gonna cook whatever I bring back. Y’understand ?”

♡ Yandere Outlaw who initially only lets you chop up vegetables and bread, withholding the excuse to use a sharp knife from you by intentionally not collecting any meat.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, before taking even a bite of the meal you prepare, makes you taste it first. “I know you little crafty types; poison enough in your veins to kill a horse.”

♡ Translation: “You’re having this first to make sure it’s not going to kill me.”

♡  Yandere Outlaw who, after that initial hurdle, though he won’t admit it, feels his tongue practically bursting with flavour when he tastes your soup for the first time. Though, he keeps it under wraps, his form hidden behind a wall, his bandana pulled down.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, with little alternative to offer you, makes you sleep in his bed.

♡ “Either that, or you’re sleepin’ outside.”

♡ He still wears the bandana btw, and wears a sleep mask over his eyes.

♡ He doesn’t touch you. Not in intentional ways, it would seem.

♡ Not at first.

♡ A light brush of the hand here and there. 

♡ Sure, the urge to bask in the aura of the most beautiful person he’s ever seen is pretty overwhelming for the Outlaw. Especially since he doesn’t understand why he feels this way, never having felt it for anyone else before.

♡ Sure, he’s taken others, some much more enthusiastic than others (you don’t get to his level of notoriety without attracting a few hundred fans).

♡ So, when you’re asleep, an arm and a leg bound to the bedpost, he watches you.

♡ He tells himself it’s for his own safety, to make sure you’re not going to reach for a weapon and gut him like a pig.

♡ But when he sees your gentle face, he knows you’re incapable of that

♡ He likes to think that you’re incapable of anything without him around. Makes him feel bigger, stronger.

♡ So why exactly was he still looking upon you into the late hours of the night ?

♡ Over time, his resolve begins to crack.

♡ Especially with every aspect of your partnership accounted for.

♡ The baths, the bed sharing, the homemade cooking – it’s just all so…

♡ Domestic.

♡ But, that doesn’t make Outlaw trust you any more than the day he first took you. Not yet, at least.

♡ Despite his confidence in his own ability to keep you here, he knows the indomitable human spirit is strong enough to break through every precaution. And, just in case you do manage to escape, he’s making sure you can’t pick him out of a lineup if you make it to law enforcement – if the vultures don’t pick you off first.

♡ Yandere Outlaw makes you cook every night, under the guise of you “Needin’ your strength to straighten this place out.”

♡ Yandere Outlaw who appoints you as his head housekeeper, making it your sole responsibility to be the “homemaker” of the two of you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who feels strange when he sees you with one of his shirts tied about your waist – a makeshift apron – who doesn’t even recognise this feeling as domesticity. Warmth. That feeling of security having been deprived of him all his life.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who wonders what you’d look like wearing one of his shirts.

♡ And something in his brain chemistry changes.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, during your river baths, knocks your clothes into the stream when you’re not looking, offering you his shirt when you’re ready to come out.

♡ “Y’really should be careful,” he tells you, swallowing thickly as the neckline of his shirt dips below your collarbones, drowning you. He looks away, not trusting that the feeling coiling in his lower half won’t spring out at any moment. “Men might take advantage of a pretty lil’ thing like you. Especially when you’re so…” A shiver shoots up his spine. “Vulnerable.”

♡ Your clothes seem to disappear not long after that, leaving you only with whatever consisted of the Outlaw’s wardrobe.

♡ You notice that he seems to disappear at odd hours of the day, leaving you to your chores while he does something.

♡ Little do you know that the something he is doing is a secret he’ll take to his grave.

♡ The sight of you in his shirts, of you in the river, is too much for him.

♡ He takes to hiding out in a densely vegetated patch of land behind the cabin to…relieve himself of his thoughts of you. Thoughts he’s used to sustaining for perhaps a second or two when it came to his prior conquests. Thoughts that, now, a month into your capture, extend long into his nights and speckle his logic when he’s on a mission.

♡ It’s dangerous, he knows; to have his mind elsewhere while he risks his life for the loot he so desires. But he can’t deny that they make him feel human. Normal.

♡ Despite how un-normal this entire situation is.

♡ It takes every ounce of his restraint not to just tie you down and take you while you sleep beside him, make you scream and cry for him as he empties his frustration and, dare he say, lust, into you.

♡ But, he doesn’t want to scare you off.

♡ Doesn’t want to see your eyes light up in fear whenever he enters the room.

♡ He wants something else.

♡ Something that he doesn’t have a word for.

♡ It’s only when he happens across a conversation with you, asking you if you had “A lover boy back home,” that he found the word he was looking for.

♡ You wince at the question, the memory of your life away from this situation salt in an unhealed wound.

♡ “No,” you tell him, your honesty a virtue. “Haven’t been in a relationship yet.”

♡ Relationship.

♡ It felt right to the Outlaw when he heard it; especially coming from you.

♡ It sticks with him the rest of the day, and while you’re cooking dinner, washing the Outlaw’s clothes, dusting the sparse furniture, he’s got one thing on his mind.

♡ How to get you into a relationship with him.

♡ He’s completely unequipped to deal with someone on such an intimate level, so he uses all his knowledge he’s gathered while seducing and bedding others to piece together a game plan.

♡ First, he needs to know what you like. He remembers from that one time a woman hit him with her shoe when he forgot her name ten minutes after meeting her.

♡ So, he starts hanging around you (much) more often, making you sit down and tell him about yourself.

♡ As he makes you spend time in his company, he comes to learn of the fanciful little things you enjoy.

♡ At first, the details are dry and few and far between, with you giving very little about yourself away.

♡ But, as his persistence drags into days, you eventually just start telling him whatever he asks, so long as it’s not too personal.

♡ Or painful.

♡ Whenever the outlaw can see you're starting to become upset, being reminded of your circumstances, he eases up on the personal questions and just asks superficial ones.

♡ “How’re ya feeling today ?” “D’ya eat well this mornin’ ?” “D’ya need me to dust a shelf down or something’ ?”

♡ His miniscule acts of selflessness are extensions of his effort to make you at least not hate him. Though you didn’t know this. His thought process was still an enigma to you.

♡ He also stalks you in his own home.

♡ Listens to you sing while you complete your tasks, your voice the softest thing he’s heard since…well, ever.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, when he embarks on a hunt, never tells you where or when, and never even the how.

♡ The only clue you’ll ever be given as to his nigh-weekly excursions are trinkets he brings with him. Ones which you thought he’d pawn elsewhere in the county at a later date, or bury in the canyon somewhere.

♡ Until he offers them to you.

♡ At first, you’re not sure what to make of these…gifts ?

The first time he gave you one, he said nothing, only watching you.

♡ You swore you could see his shoulders heaving beneath his jacket, something almost feral in his demeanour. Pressurising.

♡ And, with the possibility of what could happen to you should you decline these acts of…generosity…You just take them, uttering a quiet “Thank you,” before putting them in a kitchen cabinet, unsure of the intent behind them.

♡ The first few times this happened, you were befuddled.

♡ Yet, with how gently the Outlaw placed them in your hands, with how intense his gaze was, even though you couldn’t see it beneath the permanent shadow across his brow, you could feel it.

♡ It was only one evening when the Outlaw returned with yet more loot that the meaning behind the trinkets became apparent.

♡ His hand disappears into the inside pocket of his jacket, and he withdraws a small box; rounded and bejewelled like an idol. He comes to stand before you, and, shoulders pinned abc and rigid, you swallow. Thickly.

♡ He looks down at the box, and,his finger dragging along the edge, slowly, he relinquishes it to you.

♡ And, by pure force of habit, you accept.

♡ You turn the box gingerly between your fingers, the dim candlelight from within the cabin just barely warding off the black of the night, setting the precious stones welded within the metal alight.

♡ “Well,” the Outlaw says, making you jump. You look up at him, eyes wide.

♡ “Open it.”

♡ He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

♡ Swallowing again, your gaze skitters back to the box.

♡ And, with bated breath, you lift the lid.

♡ A delicate, silver melody slithers from the portal you’ve opened, a serpentine tune wrapping around your mind, vivid, beloved memories riding on its feathered wings.

♡ Your favourite song.

♡ For a moment, one sweet, fragile moment, you’re not here.

♡ You’re back at home, in a warm bed that is yours and yours alone, surrounded by the people who matter most to you, any celebration mankind can conjure not even a whisper of the joy you feel in this scene.

♡ And then, as the wind blows autumn leaves from the human mind, the memory is gone, taken away by reality realising it has neglected you.

♡ You’re looking into nothing now, the apparition of your past slipping from you, your eyes wavered and muffled with…

♡ Tears.

♡ In your periphery, just outside the realm of reality you’re returning to, the Outlaw’s drilling gaze drops from you to the floor ina  rare show of anticipation. A hand comes to the back of his neck, where he squeezes the skin. A stress ball.

♡ “Do you…” he begins, “Do ya like it ?”

♡ Your stare inches from the void up to the outlaw’s hidden face.

♡ Perhaps if he had a discernible human feature, you could sense anticipation there. But as it stood, this was no man, but a phantom.

♡ One which must have heard and remembered that tune you often sang while completing chores.

♡ You couldn’t take it.

♡ To have him acknowledge the memory – to make it more real – nailed your coffin shut.

♡ And you broke down.

♡ When you crumpled into a pile, the Outlaw took a step back, one hand reaching for his holster; a knee-jerk reaction.

♡ And what little solace he could offer came in a most inconspicuous display.

♡ The Outlaw got to one knee, now at your level.

♡ And, with a careful hand, he placed a gloved finger upon your shoulder. Then another. Then another.

♡ Spidery and unfamiliar, foreign, the Outlaw’s actions were jerky, janky, an unoiled machine. But he was trying.

♡ When his hand lay against the curve of your shoulder, you did not move. Did not shunt him off or scream at him to let go.

♡ You remained where you were, weeping into your shirt apron.

♡ And the Outlaw, with a fiery grip encircling his heart, feeling brewing in his centre, stronger than all those implicatures and desires. This was solid, unlike the quicksand foundations upon which the Outlaw’s every emotion was built upon.

♡ Was this…

♡ Empathy ?

♡ His grip on your shoulder tightened, the revelation swarming through him like locusts.

♡ He swallowed. Tried thinking through the orchestra in his mind.

♡ “S’okay,” he said. To you, and to himself. His fingers moved gently, your skin and muscle warm through the leather of his gloves. “You’re okay.”

♡ Things changed after that.

♡ He no longer forced you to sleep in the same bed as him, instead bringing back with him a fine silk cover from one of his trips, gifting it to you.

♡ Yet, you still chose to sleep in the same bed as him.

♡ “It’ll be getting cold soon,” you said. “WIth winter coming, and all.”

♡ And, while this new feeling, raw and fresh, was…nice compared to the emptiness that often lingered in his chest, the Outlaw couldn’t help but feel weakened by this influx of emotion.

♡ When he tried to have his alone time with his thoughts of you, he felt…wrong.

♡ Ashamed.

–

♡ You were used to him disappearing for days at a time. Hell, you'd come to expect it at this point in your captivity.

♡ But something about tonight felt...off.

♡ Not that you'd ever admit it, even to yourself, but with the amount of time you'd spent together these last few months, you no longer hated being in his company.

♡ In fact, on the days he would be gone from the early hours of the morn to the late hours of the evening, you could even say you...missed it.

♡ And, unfortunately, despite your every instinct swaying you otherwise, you find that to be the case now.

♡ But, more than that, you're concerned. Something you'd never thought you'd feel for a murderer, a thief. Your kidnapper.

♡ And your pacing, your lip-chewing, your nail-biting are all proven justified when the Outlaw slams against the front door, stumbling through.

♡ At first, you just watch, ready to yell, to ask where he's been the last few days, until you see it.

♡ A bloodied handprint on the door.

♡ He staggers in, swaying on uneven footing, his breathing stifled,as if through a thin straw. He wheezes, collapsing into the doorframe beside him.

♡ And you rush to him. As if he wasn't the one who put you here to begin with. As if whatever's bringing him to his knees now wasn't justified, provoked.

♡ But you don't think of any of that, your mind filled only with the fact that nobody knows you're out here. Without guidance, you'd be dead before you reached the edge of the canyon encompassing your hiding place.

♡ You needed him alive.

♡ After wrestling him onto his bed, almost buckling beneath his weight, you found the source of his downfall.

♡ A wound; bullet-bitten and bleeding, a rouge flower burgeoning with the promise of extinction.

♡ You tried getting him to talk, to tell you what to do. But his voice was barely a whisper, instead using what little seeping strength that remained to point to a cabinet.

♡ Inside, you found what you knew would be needed to heal him. Whether it – you – could save him, though, was another story.

♡ You tried taking his bandana off to see if he was hurt elsewhere, but to no avail. Despite the life draining from his body, he somehow found it in himself to stop you, to place a gloved, trembling hand atop yours, an imploring aura to the gesture.

♡ Don't.

♡ And, for the first time, beneath the dim light of the cabin, you could see something human on him.

♡ It existed only in the form of a shimmer beneath the shadow of his hat, his face still very much obscured, yet the emotions on it were not.

♡ You recognised this emotion, for you'd worn it yourself, both inwardly and out, for the last three months.

♡ Fear.

♡ In its purest and most carnal form.

♡ And a voice, strained with either agony or disuse.

♡ “Help me.”

♡ Throughout the night, you tended to Outlaw's wound. A maw-like, gaping thing it was, spouting blood as one would bucket water out of a sinking boat.

♡ Luckily, you didn't have to worry about shrapnel; the bullet went clean through outlaw's side, leeaving only the aftermath and not the instigator. You managed to stop the bleeding, use the stitching on Outlaw's shirt (which was basically yours now) to sew the wound closed.

♡ For the first time, Outlaw was uncharacteristically human.

♡ Sure, you'd seen the scars on his back when he bathed, the many brushes with death he'd encountered, some advancing into a dance, much like this night's escapade had been.

♡ But you knew, somewhere, somehow, that without another pair of hands here, Outlaw likely wouldn't have pulled through.

♡ Not this time.

♡ And now, here you sat, at Outlaw's beck and call, his bedside your new home.

♡ You watched over him, the cabin silent, the night just as quiet. Even the crickets seemed to chirp quieter, either out of fear or respect for the almost dearly departed.

♡ And, looking up from the massacre on the bed, your gaze swept the room. And you realise something.

♡ The front door, which neither you, nor Outlaw locked, is unguarded.

♡ Yandere outlaw is riddled with sleep, his agony having stripped him of his energy and his strength.

♡ So...why hadn't you tried to escape yet ?

♡ Looking over at Outlaw, sound asleep, you realised just how easy it would be to walk out that door.

♡ Sure, you might get lost. Might die of hypothermia during the freezing hours of a dessert night, but with enough layers, food and water, you saw no reason as to why you couldn't just leave right now.

♡ After all, it wasn't like you'd be killing Outlaw if you left. Sure he might die of infection, or blood loss if his stitches come undone. But you'd at least tried to help him. So your conscience wasn't going to be the issue.

♡ So what was stopping you ?

♡ Looking back at the Outlaw, you felt strange.

♡ The urge to protect him, to care for him, outweighed even your greatest notion of escape, which explained why the thought to do so hadn't hit you until just now.

♡ You bit your lip, looking between Outlaw and the door.

♡ Both options were tantilisingly easy to pursue, and yet only one would be available to you, the other perishing if you ignored it.

♡ Maybe hours passed. Maybe it was mere minutes.

♡ But watching the Outlaw sleep, at his most vulnerable, with his pleading “Help me,” rattling around in your mind, the choice already seemed to be made for you. You just didn't want to tell yourself exactly why. 

♡ So...you stayed.

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I'm Sorry But I got to say this...Stop with the Incest.

So, I know probably not many people will be reading this but I feel I need to let this out somewhere. Cause it has been bothering me for a little while. So, I have been watching the effects of the release of the New Game of Thrones prequel and the rewatching of the Series Flowers in the Attic by V.C Andrews. And, It has made a disconcerting and discomforting thing come to my mind.

People are too comfortable with incest.

And, I am using Comfortable nicely. Because Honestly, the real words that I want to say are that it's almost like we want these types of relationships to happen. We almost seem to desire or worship them. And, I know worship is a little hard but we do. I mean if we look back at our Media and the past two years. Did anyone else notice this increase in Incestuous implications?

Because I did!

And it made me look at a lot of Media. From Fandoms to Books, Comics, Manga, and Tv Shows. There is a lot.

And, because I am that person. I can give you a list where Incestuous Relationships were committed, Implied, or even attempted.

Vampire Knight

Bates Motel (Psycho)

Cruel Intentions

Arrested Development

Mortal Instruments

The Ultimates (Marvel)

Tenchi Muyo!

Please Twins!,

Machete (2010)

Blue Lagoon

Return to the Blue Lagoon (1991)

The Crow (1994)

Gone with the Wind (1939)

ENNEAD

Dynasty (1980)

Family Affairs (1997)

Nip/Tuck

The Fosters

Riverdale,

True Blood

Taboo

Alan Moore's Lost, Girls,

Angel Sanctuary

Lady Devil

DevilMan Lady

Game of Thrones

House of Dragons

House

Animal Kingdom

Smallville

Banshee

Neighbors

See

Eastenders

Yeah, And Those are some I remembered. And, Most of these inputs are ones where people honestly encouraged the Incest in the relationship. I mean I saw people actively clap their hands at it like it was great. Or Just kind of Shrugged their shoulders and went with it. And, Excused it like it was a normal Relationship. And, it is not a normal relationship.

Incest is a biological thing we are not supposed to do. It is determinantal to the health of our minds, body, and society but we put it on everywhere and we excuse it. We ignore it. And, We kind of laugh at it.

And, It is a little scary. How quickly we kind of look at this and are ok with it. Or Praise. Or Excuse it. I Repeat :

We know the ramifications of Incest.

Hell, We have living historic figures who are products of these unions and the damaging consequences of them. But, Still, we praise and fawn over the idea of these acts.

It is almost like we want it to happen in media and life. And, Are we forgetting about the terrible effects that it has upon us? Are we forgetting about the people who are hurt by these “relationships”?

Are we just romanticizing their trauma?

Or Even Fetishising it?

And, Even excusing it.

Because It seems that way.

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These are my Character Designs for My Characters in my FanFiction. Venom: Bonded. At the top Left, Is Becca then Sign and Finally Agent Taylor.

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Venom Bonded Cover

This is a Book Cover for my Fanfiction "Venom:Bonded. This Story is avaliable on A03.

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Venom : Bonded

Hey, For Those who have gone to my AO3 and read my Venom: Bonded. Thank you so much! But, Here's Chapter 2

Sickness and Dreams

A Concussion. Several Bruises. A Case of Hypothermia. And, Seven years of Additional Therapy. That was the outcome of following Konk into the woods that day. I give a forced but somewhat pleasant smile to the nurse in front of me. It was the third time that she was sticking me for blood and I was growing tired of it. Once that little phial was full, she carefully stopped the bleeding with a square piece of quaze. I watched carefully as she taped over the puncture wound. I didn’t know why but ever since I woke up. Something hasn’t been right. Call it instinct or call it common sense but ever since I woke in this hospital, things weren’t right. There were doctors but no patients. Nurses but so far I could only count the same three over the last three days.

The Doctors were different though most of the time, they didn’t look at me like a patient. Instead, they looked at me like I was something to study. I sighed as I leaned back against the cushions of my bed. Maybe I was just being paranoid.

Or Maybe Feelings are Just.

I groaned as I rubbed at my eyes before turning on my side. This was stupid. I was being stupid. And, I was tired. I was so tired. I blamed it on the environment. I hated hospitals. Hospitals were the place of just bad memories for me. A place of Fear, Shame, and Anger. I hated them. They made me so uneasy. I nestled into the pillow and pulled my knees upwards into my chest. I couldn’t sleep in them and since I woke up a day ago I couldn’t really fall back into it. Maybe I should ask for a sleep aid.

A rap on the wall pulls me from my thoughts. I groan as a wave of rage runs through me as I turn back towards the door. I don’t know why but I feel a mix of it being that I just want to be left alone and another of just wanting to get the fuck out of this place.

The Woman who walks through the door is a tall blonde. A cutie, she was. She stood about 5’9 with long wavy blonde hair and deep green eyes. She looked fit, almost amazon-like as she stood. She was a woman in charge. A woman that if I wasn’t so pissy would date. I roll my body back towards and ask. “Hello, Can I help you?”

“Miss. Jackson?!”

“Yes, That’s me.”

“Hi, I’m Agent Taylor and I’m from the FBI. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

The wave of anger pushes through me once again. I grit my teeth and force it back surprised for a moment. I don’t know why but her name just wants me to bite into something. I swallow, clearing my throat as I nod and motion towards the chair. “Would you like to sit?”

“How are you feeling?”

“Ok, Tired. Doctors say though that's normal. Something about me being exhausted from the hypothermia.”

“I’m sorry about that. Do you remember what happened?”

“Yeah, Last Time I chased after my dog.”

“Yes, Konk, right. He ran off.”

“Yeah, He’s always been a chaser when it comes to something small and squeaky. Konk goes after it. It fucking sucks that this was the outcome things time but know if he needs to go out. I am keeping him on the fence.”

“Do you mean in the fence?”

“Oh...Shit...Damn I meant that...I am sorry. I don’t like hospitals much and sleeping in them is a complete and utter pain.” I laughed as I rubbed at the side of my head.

“I’m sorry about that...just a couple more questions and then you can go ahead and get some sleep.” She smiled through the action and seemed tight like she didn’t do that often. “When you came upon the agent's body did you notice anything unusual.” I scoffed. “ You mean other than finding a body in my creek. No ma’am. I mean other than touching him I didn’t notice anything different.” I tensed before groaning. The memory of his cold flesh making my stomach twist.“ I’m sorry just...no...the only thing was that he was just too cold. I didn’t know a body could feel so cold”

“He didn’t say anything.”

“No ma’am. To Tell you the truth, I think I hurt myself before he could. If you don’t mind me asking, you said Agent. Was he one of yours?”

“Yes, An Agent Howard. He was on the case of a killer.”

“A Killer.”

A Victim.

“Yes, But I don’t want to waste your time. But, Me and my partner were working on this case of a Killer. He was allusive but me and him managed to capture him. He was kind of simple like that. We lured him in like a bee to honey.”

No, Tricked Us.

“But, He sadly escaped last night and we think that when my partner went after him he killed my partner.”

“I didn’t see anyone when I found his body. What did he do?” A wave of panic set in as I tried to remember anything else from the bank. Had my fall been caused by someone else?

Didn’t mean to hurt you. Just needed you!

“Murder and Cannabilism. Thought Himself to be a hero but he is nothing but a criminal. A loser who does these atrocities to make himself feel special. But, He isn’t special. He is just like everyone else.”

Shut up!

I flinched at her words, the sound of them seeming a bit too harsh. A bit too cruel like she was trying to get something out of me. But, Maybe it was me being sensitive. Living in a town that only seen me as a Whore has left me a little thin skinned when it comes to conversation.

“...I’m sorry….I shouldn't be keeping you up like this. You need to rest. Thank you for your time, Miss. Jackson. I’ll see you soon. Alright.” I nodded goodbye as I watched her leave and with it a tension I didn’t know I possessed. The Wave of Exhaustion overwhelmed me and slowly let my eyes close and fall into the darkness.

Agent Taylor exited into the hall positive that the young woman inside that room had at one point come in contact with the symbiote. The question was where was it now. The dog had come back clean though aggressive towards most of the staff, Agent Taylor called it more upon the fact her men had crowded it when they found his owner. The two agents had been also cleared but one had shown some signs in her hormone levels to show that he had at one point been a carrier but again where the Symbiote had gone was again a question that needed answers. The moment she entered the Lab’s Lobby her phone went off, the shrill dull tone grating to her ears.

It was a reminder on who was calling. The moment she swiped right to answer the call, her father’s booming voice came onto the line.

“ You lost the Assets.”

“Yes, Sir. He broke out of Containment. And, Bonded to Agent Howard.”

“Is he alive?” He questioned though his tone wasn’t one of concern. It was of curiosity. He wanted to know if he had a chance for a soldier. The dream he wanted so badly since he found this thing.

“No. He’s dead, sir.” She answered by clenching the phone just a bit tighter.

“And, The Assets then was it obtained or did it die with Agent Howard.”

Agent Talyor began to dig in her pocket, searching.

“The Asset is missing, Sir.”

“What do you mean, Missing. Explain Soldier.”

Agent Taylor began to explain the course of events between the last 96 hours. The more she spoke the harder her Father’s voice got and greater the need for a Cigarette was needed to smoke with every second.

“Damn it! Keep the woman, there taylor. I’m sending Jacobs there now. It was a damn mistake letting you take control of this. Until then keep the girl there and when Jacob gets there he’ll handle the rest.”

“Sir, She’s already been tested.”

“No, She’s been questioned. You and your damn mind games. If you need something done. You need it done right. Pain gets more of a reaction then talking, Hon.”

“ Sir...Dad your talking about torturing an innocent woman.”

“No, I’m talking about interrogating the enemy. You're a Soldier, Lily. Act like it and keep that girl under lock and key.”

And, Like that, the conversation ended and Lily was smoking the entire pack before the day could begin.

The world was inky blackness. A thick fluid blackness that moved like water but as it swarmed around me. It felt solid and palatable around me. I sit there letting it envelope around me. It’s presence brings me safety. The very feel of it is something I so desperately need right now. It was soothing. So Soothing. I didn’t sense them until they were too close.

I turned and screamed at the sight of them. A twisted mast of darkness and teeth. I fell back in surprise but the twisted mast of them. It flinched from me in fear. Fear. I could feel it not only as my own but I think as its own. It twisted towards a tentacle as though to touch me but out of reflex I flinched back.

That seemed to hurt it. As Though, I needed this contact from me. The emotions that I were feeling were becoming a confusing mix. I think some where my own because everytime it moved I felt the spick jump and twist but then when the sadness came. It came like small waves everytime it reared back. Yes. I think that it was this thing in front of me. And, I think it felt what I felt too. I swallowed, moving my legs until they laid flat underneath my ass.

It froze rearing back as I forced myself to sit tall.

I am scared now.

“What are you?” I asked.

It’s formed shifted, twisting again until what I could only describe as a face toke form. A pair of white eyes and jagged teeth.

“We need your help,Becca.” It’s form began to shift as though it was swaying. “Please, You have to help us find him. We have to get back to him.”

“Who. And, What are you? Why are you inside of me? Why Can I feel you?” The rippling stopped before starting again. Something was making it stop. I was now terrified.

“Can’t explain. Not enough time. We are sorry, Becca.”

“Why.”

“For what we are about to do.”

Then it struck. It’s tentacle punching it’s way through my heart and wrapping itself around my body enveloping me.

And, Drawing me from the darkness.

I gasped awake clenching at my chest as waves of pain enveloped my body. I couldn’t breathe. Everything ached and my body felt like I was on fire. My monitor was off the charts. The machine screamed as I struggled to stop the racing. My heart rate was off the charts. Doctors were running in grabbing my arms but I fought them trying to get them to let me go. But, They were becoming too strong. Memories surfaced of other hands holding her down, keeping her down as other’s ripped at her clothes.

She screamed, clawing at the hands breaking skin. The smell of blood erupting through the room as a doctor screamed in pain. She kicked and someone flew flying into the wall in front of her. There was a crunch. She grabbed at something else and then they were flying out. The sound of glass breaking the air growing cold.

The hands were off.

She was free.

People were screaming as she scrambled out of her bed. Glass pierced at her feet. The smell of blood grew overwhelming and suddenly she was craving the taste. But, There wasn’t time for that now. The sound of boots. So many. They were coming. She ran to the window. The air around her burned at her exposed wet skin but she didn't care.

It was out.

“Shit...Stop her.” Someone yelled.

A shot rang by her head grazing her skull. Becca flinched moving back from the window and hissing from pain. She reached her skull and flinched in pain as she spotted the blood.

“Becca.”

She turned at her name. The room was a bloodbath. A body laid along the floor right underneath a large dent within the wall. Along the floor a mix of glass and bloody footprints littered the floor. Blood covered the bed and from her distance she could see the doctor who she had attacked. His arm held five large claw marks all were bleeding profusely, leaving puddles along the floor.

“Becca.”

I raised my head, my eyes locking with Agent Taylors. There was a level of concern and I think fear.

“Becca. It’s ok. No one’s going to hurt you.”

Lies.

Images began to flash through my mind.

A body twisted in pain.

Needles.

Cuts.

Blood.

All of them were mind.

Her face was clear in them.

She was watching as they did this to me.

I flinched back towards the window. My hands grabbed the edge and pierced the glass.

They all gasped, making me look down and tensing as black veins grew from my hand.

Careful Becca.

“Shit. She’s….Fucking Shoot her.”

Her body moved faster than her mind could process. Bullets rained as she jumped from the window to the snowy floor below. Her feet burned in pain and the ice scratched at her skin but she didn’t care.

She had to get moving. She took off running through the grounds into the forest.

She could hear shouting. They were looking for her. But, She had to get moving. She had to find him.

She had to find Eddie.

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Marvel, Venom (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Eddie Brock/Original Female Character(s), Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote Characters: Eddie Brock, Eddie Brock | Venom, Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Nick Fury Additional Tags: Human/Monster Romance, Original Character(s), POV Original Female Character, Alien/Human Relationships, Fluff and Smut, Pet dog, mentions of assault, May contain triggers, Canon Disabled Character, Female Character of Color, POV First Person, POV Female Character Summary:

Becca is the girl, people told their daughters to stay away from. She was the trouble maker. The rebel. But, Now she is the criminal. The Lair. The whore. A girl whose history clouds the truth of who she is and what happened. She is alone and scared until the day she finds a body along the river. Then, She is bonded. To this thing, it's calls itself Venom and It needs her help. It's needs to find someone.

Someone called Eddie.

They have taken him from it and it wants him back.

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Venom : Bonded

Hey, I've got another story for ya'll called Venom : Bonded. It's again on my AO3. If you want to check it out but you can read the first chapter here.

Chapter 1 : The Truth and the Meeting

The Truth can hurt people that is just plain and simple. It can destroy a town. Break Friendships. Hell, Even cause wars though I only have to deal with the first two. The coffee shop that I come to is empty with most of the patrons inside being those who are of the elder variety.  I smile at most and wave to others as I walk through to the back where the patio lays. The air had a mist of cold over it and though I wore a thick coat and thermals under my jeans, the cold still seemed to seep through them. It was that or the fear. I couldn’t quite tell at this moment. I catch sight of her quite quickly since she’s the only one outside.

She was still beautiful as ever. I know it has only been two years since I have seen her but she is still beautiful. She had grown her hair out, the long red locks now reaching to her shoulders instead of the bob cut that she spotted in High school. She’s even straightened it out and it makes me remember the conversation we had with one another about doing that together. She’s dressed in her own thick coat though I could tell that it was the expensive kind. She had money now and I wasn’t surprised to see her spend it. I swallowed and tried to breathe through the anxiety that so quickly was rising.

This talk was good for me and her. At least that is what my therapist said. She said it was good that I spoke with her. It would make that guilt that I carried easier to deal with which was a fucked up thing to think about but something my mind needed to do. Easing it would help me focus on my other traumas and make it easier to heal.Suddenly, She turns and catches me, making my heart stop for a moment. Her face is devoid of emotions. She doesn’t want to do this. She doesn’t want to see me. This was all a mistake. I want to take a step back but something whispers in my ear.

Come On, You can do this! You need this and maybe she does too. I feel my face grow hot with embarrassment as I make my way to the table.

I slide my purse off my shoulders and place it on my lap as I sit. The seat burns with an icy chill and I want to hiss in discomfort but I don’t. She decided on this place. I shouldn’t go back about her decision.

I clear my throat then push a stray curl back underneath my wrap around my hair.

I raise my head and get a good look at her now. Yep, She was still beautiful. Her cheeks high and her chin pointed with freckles running across them though the makeup she wore covered most of them. Her eyes were still a mix of hazel green though they seemed a bit darker than before. But, neither the less Maddy was still goregous.And alive even after my stupid mistake. I could feel the guilt lessen.

“Hi, Maddy.”

“Becca.”

The sharp bit in her voice twists my stomach and I swallow.

”Why did you call me, Becca?” She asks to take a sip of her coffee. Something I didn’t notice early and the smell of it makes me wish for a cup. Just a bit to chase away the cold and bring in some comfort.

“I think you know, Maddy. I want to talk.” I answer toying with the handles of my bag. The strap is old and leathery but it’s been with me since before the incident and I just don’t want to get rid of it. It’s another source of comfort, one I hold so deeply onto.

“Talk, Becca I want almost nothing to do with you. If It wasn’t for my Marcus then I wouldn’t even be in this place.” The sound of his name twists my stomach and makes a wave of anger sweep through me. She is still with him. I feel the anxiety begin to morph into something else.

I stop fiddling with my strap and let out a breath. Anger brings me confidence or fuels it. I don’t really know.

“I came to apologize to you. That year in High school, I didn’t mean to harm you. I didn’t mean to put that into your drink at prom. I am saying sorry.  I am hoping you can forgive me for that.” Maddy scoffs and that makes my heart flinch in response.

“That’s all you’ve got. You're apologizing for that but not what you said about Marcus.” She then finishes the rest of her coffee then slams the cup down. The force of it shakes the table and I can’t help but wince for the fine China.

“You ruined his life, Becca. You ruined his life from a night you don’t even remember.” I steady the table then look up to her. “I remember enough, Maddy. I remember your man on top of me. I remember his friend's laughter.” Maddy rolls her eyes and laughs. “You were high. You were high and instead of taking control of your actions, you went and cried wolf. He didn’t rape you, Becca. You just made it all up.”  Those kinds of words hurt more than anything. It’s the final crack in our broken relationship. It’s also the final crack in the wall that is my anger. “You know what Maddy, Fuck you. Fuck you and your blinders. Fuck you and your man. And, Fuck you and that damn town. This was a mistake.” I stand but before I leave I turn to her. “I hope he’s really worth it, Maddy. I hope his words are worth everything because It's going to bite you in the ass, majorily.”

I don’t care to hear her answer. I rush back through the shop not caring what everyone sees. I push the door open and try to hold back the tears as I hurry to my car. The very feel of them burns as I race to my car. I can’t get inside fast enough and when I do I can’t stop them. They rush down my face like a raging river and I can’t stop the pain in my chest as I tried to control them.  I want to scream in rage. I want to chase the pain away but I let it happen. I need it to happen because I know if I don’t deal with this pain, I’d want her back. And, Wanting her Back won’t change anything or fix the situation that I am in right now. I let it out allowing the pain to fall over me and finally fade until the only thing left is the pain in my eyes and the ache in my chest. I swallow and with the back of my hand wipe away what is left of my tears before I put my key into the ignition. I welcome the purr of my car as it comes to life. I shift my car into gear and as I look back up I catch Maddy staring in my direction. Even this far I can see the pain that she is in. Her shoulders tensed and pulled back her eyes were wide but her hands were clenched within the pockets of her coat. She was hurting too but now I don’t have to care about that anymore.

I pull out of the parking space and turn onto the main road. The streets are filled with people who are all shopping and planning the upcoming festivities. It would only be another four weeks before Christmas would be upon the town and though I had no one to celebrate this year, I could wait for the start of something new. I needed something new. I kept driving, soon leaving the bustling town and pulling out onto a long winding road decorated with snow along all sides. The trees were bare with some while others carried some green upon them. It was a beautiful sight and something I would miss when I left. I drove for about ten minutes before suddenly, I caught sight of several cars in the middle of the road. I slowed pulling my car to the side of the road before I got out. The cars that littered the road were about seven cop cars, two large SUVs, and one overturned truck that laid between the actual road and the treeline. The air smelt like smoke and gasoline though from my point I couldn’t see a fire. It meant that the truck was probably leaking, which could be dangerous if the woods caught on fire so close to town.  I pulled my coat closer when I caught sight of one of the Troopers, Derek, Maddy’s brother and one of Marcus’s best friends. He hated me which was rightly so but weirdly enough he was the only who seemed to believe that I was actually raped that night.

Though, It’s not him that I am hiding myself from, instead it’s the man he’s talking too. Marcus.  He still looked the same. He still carried that boyish charm that had him looking like the boy next door. He had shortened his hair and he had put on a little muscle but he was still the same guy. What scared me now though was his clothes, he was a trooper.

He was a cop.

They believed him enough to allow him to be a cop. I felt a burn in my stomach as I stumbled back towards my car. I couldn’t let him see me. If he saw me, things would happen. They would happen again and I was just beginning to feel freedom to allow that to happen again. I get back inside and quickly lock the doors. It was stupid because he was cop and I was parole but it provided me something of a shield. I needed it because pretty as Marcus was he was like the devil incarnate when he focused on something.  I look back at the scene and curse, someone saw me. It looked to be Marcus, which makes the fear in the pit of my stomach twist even harder. I swallow trying to think about what I could possibly do right now. I couldn’t go around them nor could I go back to town since my cabin was out here. I was stuck just like I was two years ago. When he comes up to the car, I can tell he recognizes me. His walk changes the slow usual gait, becoming predatory and intentful. I feel the bile rise and I struggle to keep it down as he comes upon my window. He knocks upon it with a kind of melodic tap. My breath shakes as I let it out and press the button. The smell of cheap cologne and coffee wafted into my nose making the nausea even worse.

“ Well. Well. Well. Isn’t it Backdoor Becca. Been a long time since I’ve seen you? How have you been? Did The Asylum do you good?” I am shaking. I can feel myself as I keep my eyes forward, not looking at him. I can’t look at him because then I’ll get sick and then I'll remember even more. It was the wrong thing to do because I feel him go for my wrap and pull it from my head throwing it into my lap. The action hurts pulling at my curls and making me wince. He laughs and leans down into my car. He eyes it before reaching inside and touching the label of my coat and pulling it down so that he could see my neck. His finger edges along it until it reaches the junution were my shoulder and neck mean.

“What you doing here, Becca?” He asks about his nail rubbing along that juncution. It’s painful and I try not to flinch or pull away. He’ll do something else If I do. I know he will because that is what he does. He tests and tests until you break and then he hurts you.

“Answer me, Becca.” He demands his fingers move until they are at that point. He squeezes painfully and I hold back the cry of pain. “Answer me, Becca. I won’t ask again.” I don’t answer and he squeezes even harder. I know that I am going to bruise. But, I don’t give him the satisfaction. I keep silent, bearing through the pain even though tears are beading in my eyes. He leans closer until his face is inches from mine. I feel him breathe in and sigh the smell of his breath wafting over me and making me sick. I want to vomit so badly.

“Marcus! Where the hell are you? We need you back here! The Feds need some more hands.”

The Sound of Becca’s brother was the greatest relief I had ever felt. He pulled his body back from my window and sucked his teeth. “I’m on my way.” He answered before he tapped the roof of my car. “I’ll see you soon, Becca. Now Get out of here.” I hear him yell into the radio that a Civilian was coming through and that they should open the blockade.

I do as he says this time shifting my gear into drive I move forward careful of my speed and my actions until I am through the other to the other side. But, I don’t stop, I keep moving until the scene is but a dot in my view and I am sure he can not see me. I keep moving until I come upon a lone structure in the snow. It was an isolated property deep in the forest where very few could find it.

It was my safe place.

It was my home.

And, It was the only place that I could truly cry. The tears flow down my face like a raging river while a scream of pain erupts through my throat as I scrub at my skin. I want him to touch off of me. I want the feeling of his hands on my skin gone. I rub until I feel pain and I can see the large bleeding welts in upon my skin.

I was truly stupid to believe that people would Welcome the sound of the truth. When it comes to people and violence they don’t believe that those who look capable of it were so truly capable. The proud arrogant smile that Marcus carried or the ignorant blind loyalty of Maddy was my truth. And that was no one cared about his own. No one cared about His actions.

And, That was my Fucking Turth.

My Cottage was a beautiful and Safe Space. A place gifted to me by my grandparents, the cottage itself had been the only place I felt comfortable to let my guard down and in a sense allowed me to fully relax in such space. The outside was painted in a bright fire truck red which made it literally stick out from the snow like a red beacon. It had a large porch along the front  and a small one along the back while on the left side consisted of a large stone fireplace. The inside was the oppitmate of cozy with everything in soft colors of grey and white. The moment I walked in I welcomed he soft scent of lavender and honey. I let it envelope me before a barrel of black and white energy crashed into me. Konk was my two year old fur baby. He was a huge bullie with a stocky body type and large head but was a complete and utter sweetheart when it came to me. He swung his butt into my legs over and over again trying to get me to pet him as he whimpered with excitement.

“Hi, Baby. Have you been a good boy? Mommy sorry.” I gushed as I bent down and showered him with attention. He “wooed” at me before running to the backdoor. I felt guilty then as it was his sign to me that he had to sue the bathroom. I smiled closing my front door and moving to my bar where I opened it and watched as he took off into the snow. He looked like a little seal as he drove straight into the snow wading through it. It made me laugh and eased the tension and fear.

Suddenly, The Shrill Chime erupted through the air causing me to jump and dig through my pockets until I found my cell phone. The name across the screen wrote “Sig'' and the photo was of a young woman with her tongue sticking out to the side and her eyes pointed upward in a clear roll. I loved that photo because it just reminded me of how crazy my friend truly was. I swiped right before placing the phone on speaker.

“Hey.” I answered watching as Konk took another head dive into the snow. A second later his massive head popped up and he shook off a layer of snow.

“How did it go?” She asked the sound of a loud tapping alerting me that Sig was up and around.

“Not Good...She didn’t believe me again. Actually blamed me and called me a liar.” There was an audible crash before I heard the loud and quite creative swear leave from her mouth. “That Bitch. What more proof does she need?”

“I don’t know but It’s done. I have tried and now she has made her choice. But, I have more bad news.”

“What?!”

“He’s a cop.”

“He’s...WHAT!”

The shout was so loud, Konk stopped and turned towards my direction with his head tilted to the side in question. I rolled my lips before sighing. “Yeah, Believed him completely...Yeah! So there’s that.” I don’t tell her about how I came to find out he is a cop. Sig was healing and I didn’t need to add anymore stress onto her then she needed right now. A new job after an extensive surgery and a big move. This was a lot for my friend but like me I know she needed it.

“Ok...Fuck...Do you feel safe out there? Do you want to take a flight here to New York? We could share a bed until you found an apartment or look for one together.” She suggested. “No, I can’t. I don’t have a lick of cash on me until that bastard from the bar pays me then maybe I could, Sig. But until I’m stuck. But, I am good for the rest of the months so unless something happens I should be ok.”

“Becca….”

“I’m fine.” A loud sharp bark drew my attention. Konk was staring out into the distance his body tense and his gaze sharp. His usual relaxed tail raised up. He had caught something. Something that was sending him on the attack.

“Hey, Sig. I got to go. Konk looks like he caught something and I don’t want him to terrorize another squirrel again.”

“Don’t change the subject. But, alright. I’ll talk to you later.”

We said our goodbyes before I ended the call and threw my phone onto the couch by the window.

“Konk, Come here boy.” She yelled calling out to her dog who suddenly, with no warning other than a twitch of a tail, took off.

You could say that this was the start of something. The beginning of my story fully. Konk was all I had and seeing him take off like that. It scared me, making me race after him. The snow soaked my boots and coat but I kept running even though the snow left a burning pain against my hands and skin. I didn’t stop.

But, Konk Did. He stopped just at the cliff overlooking the old river bed. The river itself was the only thing not frozen over on the property. Along the Bed laid a body, the crumbled body of man. Konk barked again, his tone aggressive as he raced down. I followed after I was scared for them both. When we got to the bottom of the bank Konk stopped, though he was still on guard a wave of unease could be felt now on him. He whined looking back at me and then the man.

I swallowed, taking Konk by the collar and pulling him back for a moment before giving him the order to wait. He whined but sat as I took careful steps forward. The rocks along the bank were uneven and even with such steps I could feel them shift with each step.

When I got close enough to him I bent down. Steam rose from his body telling me that he was warm, at least warm enough to have somewhat of a temperature difference from the river.  I reached hoping to find a pulse.

But, What came at me I barely had enough time to scream as a black liquid material shot from his skin and wrapped around my hand in a constricting grip. Konk began barking  as the material climbed up my skin wrapping itself around me.

It was violent waves of Memories that assaulted me. Some were of a place of inky pools of black while others were of things. Inhuman things that no human could possibly comprehend. Then, There were people whose faces were only a split second.

They flashed like movies in my mind twisting it with my own. Until I heard a gasp of relief and pain. Then the world fell into darkness with the last thing I could see being the body of the man, konk, and what looked to be the face of a monstrous creature, black like the pools and teeth like devil.

[astarstruckcherryblossomstudent]

Oh! So, What if Death and You go to an abandoned Orphanage that became other things like hotels or resturants but it is badly haunted like when you and a couple of the ghost hunters speak with people they tell about all the experinces they have dealt with at the place. And,So this one place has really bad history like really heartbreaking just for some angst. And of course you interact with the ghosts but their is something off about them. The children's are more fearful and aggressive. They pull your hair, try to trip you, and even lash out leaving scratches along your legs and face.

The Adults. They don't even speak. They are stink thin and seem to be just floating around in the space of the orphange like they were never alive.

You ask death to speak with them but instead of wanting to talk him. They run away and hide. They only seem to come out when he's left you alone for a bit or you have wonder off with one of the others.

When you guys finally manage to get one of this kids to talk. It's this little girl with pig tails and a missing tooth who gives you snark and lashes out but quickly warms up when you and death show her some kindness. She changes and the other childern come to investigate to which you feel a change.

This orphanage that you walked into feels lighter and happier until you hear this sound.

It makes all the childern jump and the little girl in pigtails pale or dim as she disappear from sight as she whispers " She's coming."

Then, There is this change in the air again and it terrifies you. It makes a chill run down your spine like never before even before you saw Demons and Angels. This was the type of fear that had no explanation just basic instinct.

It hit you in your soul.

Death senses and you can feel a change in him like when he gets ready to battle.

And, Then you see her or rather it. This being of what looked like to be a human but was so twisted and turned that if it wasn't for the clothing you would have never believed she was one.

Hey Ya’ll! :D

I’ve been wanting to add on to the Death Ghost Hunters au I started a lil while back, but I’m fresh out of ideas.

Wanna help me out and send me some ideas? :3

[astarstruckcherryblossomstudent]

Summer Of Blood (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/187104184-summer-of-blood?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=magicgirl15&wp_originator=CHDeSgV9V6IIv3UCIm5lV7iLPHITwfzO0frlI3iOS3TFfzeOxf0rMhmt9DKP5lYkOC8UR7MqimHQzqcdFRNgvgiF0nR7SqhbVc1j7c8qdtswvjJF4%2B6l2Lv5fW2jkdK9 Keitha Roswell is just a young girl when Both of Her Parents are Brutally Killed and she is shipped off to live with her aunt in a small town along the coast of California called Purgatory. It's there that Keitha discovers " The Others" A separate breed of Humanoid beings who reside within Purgatory. It's there that Keitha discovers that she is one of them and that her Parents Killing was no Accident.

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The Maid and The Elf

Hi, I have a story on AO3 Called The Maid and the Elf which is a Bright Fan Fiction Focusing on the my own OC’s with some main characters in the film coming to play.  I just wanted to post the first chapter here but if you want to read the rest of the chapters. Feel free to visit AO3 and Check it out. 

Chapter 1

The ride into the elven neighborhood was far from silent as Amanda had hoped. It wasn’t that she wasn’t expecting it but more of that she had hoped that in the early morning that she could enjoy some semblance of peace within it but it seemed to be the exact opposite.  She leaned against the seat and closed her eyes. She was glad, she had taken her medication before getting on the bus today. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and perfume wouldn’t have been overwhelming to her especially right after she had a migraine. When the bus began to slow, Amanda began to rise with the others following them out of the door and onto one of the nearby streets. They all walked in lines as they entered the well-guarded neighborhoods near the elven district. Amanda kept a steady pace as she made herself grit through the aching pain as she moved towards the farthest house in the neighborhood.

It was also one of the more expensive houses. A beautiful Classical style house painted in white and detailed with a dark grey roof with beautiful roman columns and pediments. As she walked up the neat but natural stone walkway of the house towards the large white fence that protected their yard. Amanda reached out her hands across the planted flowers that circled the gate; she picked up the newspaper that laid hanging from the mailbox.

She unlocked the service door with her key before placing her purse and outdoor shoes within the closet and her indoor heels on. Amanda moved quickly washing her hands and grabbing items from the pantry and refrigerator. As she began to set out ingredients for the small breakfast for the family they worked for Amanda could hear the awakening footsteps of those above. As she set small scones into the oven, the shower turned on and as she placed the pot of oatmeal to boil, she could hear the sound of clothes being picked up from their drawers. And, she chopped up the fresh fruits and blended the fresh cinnamon. She could hear the sound of heavy footsteps as they walked across the floor above she hurried towards the dining room where she set the newspaper along with the table and ready the babies high chair in the corner.

When she knew the oatmeal was finished and the scones were golden brown. Amanda set them up neatly and beautiful upon their plates and bowls. She carried them carefully to the table being extra careful not to spill the meal upon herself or the floor. When she heard the clicking of heels, Amanda kept her head down and set the spoons upon either side of each bowl. The first member of her employer was Lady Syvais. Syvais was a tall blonde with light ice blue eyes and clear white skin. She was dressed in a beautiful red sheath dress. Her make up was impeccable as usual and for a moment Amanda couldn’t help but feel jealous because she knew that she would never look like that. She was human and humans just couldn’t pull off that near ethereal look like elves could. She was the first to take a seat. She gave no smile or no thanks; just a simple bend forward and taste of the oatmeal. That initial taste of that oatmeal always made Amanda worried because it was a walk the plank moment. It was a moment when Amanda could possibly lose her job just because the Oatmeal wasn’t seasoned or the fruit wasn’t as crunchie. When she put the spoon down, Amanda tensed. But instead of her dismissing Amanda. Syvais turned to look up the stairs and watch as her husband brought down their young daughter. Syvais didn’t smile or greet her husband but instead, she simply looked at her daughter and husband with a distant almost disapproving look before turning back to her food. Amanda tried not to swallow and show her unease but she could feel the tension in the air. It was a heavyweight upon her own frail emotions and she couldn’t help but which to exit the room.  A soft laugh echoed for a moment drawing Amanda’s attention to the little girl in Lady Syvais’s arms. Arien was a beautiful baby girl who was gifted with that unique eye color associated only to elves. She was chubby but adorably sole with platinum blonde hair like her mother. She reached out from her father’s arms for her mother but the woman only seemed to ignore her.

That made Amanda a little upset and melancholy. She had remembered when her own mother uses to do those things. At least, Her first mother anyhow. She remembered asking for attention to only have it ignored or turned away. Airen reached for her mother again, this time crying a little louder and this time Amanda heard Almar’s deep voice. He spoke in övüsi towards Syvais then and from the tone, it didn’t sound exactly happy. What transpired was a shouting match in övüsi that made Almar hand off his daughter to Amanda and the two elves leave the room.  Amanda rubbed the child back as she watched the girl's parents disappear into another room.

The little girl looked back at Amanda and reached for her cheek, her need for attention now met by someone she knew. Someone she had at least some close relationship with that was similar to her mothers. Amanda gave the baby a soft smile before she moved towards the table and began to feed spoonfuls of cinnamon and apple oatmeal to her. She hummed with praise as Adrien ate with gusto. Amanda had first started when Sylvais had been pregnant with Airen. Elven pregnancies were strenuous upon their bodies. And, Since Elves had also had such a difficult time getting pregnant. It seemed it was best for the family to hire a housekeeper while Slyvais was pregnant. But, Now that Airen was here Amanda couldn’t help but feel as though she had overstayed her presents here.

Amanda was halfway finished feeding Airen when Alamar returned to the room. Airen gave a happy smile completely ignoring the spoonful of oatmeal for her father. Almar reached out taking Airen from Amanda’s arms and walking out of the room. Then the place was empty and silent, Amanda was left alone with an empty bowl of oatmeal and the feeling of being completely alone.

She sighed, cleaning up the room and moving the full bowl of oatmeal to the side so that she might eat after she finished cleaning up the house. The house was a typical two-story with actually very little mess as Elves weren’t a messy race but sure enough, they weren’t incapable about leaving messes especially children. The work went by quickly. There were very little clothes and toys left around and mostly what took up most of her time was the news. About two months, a cop was shot in the robbery of a bodega. Usually, That sort of thing didn’t draw her attention because sadly these things happened a lot in L.A  but there was something about that cop, and no matter what the name Daryl Ward wouldn’t leave her head. Amanda finally copped it up to her natural obsessive behavior of anxiety and tried to distance herself with something better to do such as doing the laundry. By the afternoon, she was starving and took to her bowl of oatmeal with gusto before then beginning her way into making dinner preparations. Elves were scientifically apex predators and were taken to eating larger amounts of meat then plants compared to humans or orcs. So Most of the meals involved a large roast, steak, or fish that the family could consume equally with smaller portions of veggies, fruit, or grain. Today’s menu was a large Prime Rib served with Mash Potatoes and Glazed Carrots.

She was stabbing holes into the roast so that she could add seasoning and butter into the dish when she felt a searing headache take hold. She grasped for the edge of the island as the pain moved from the center of her head towards her eyes, making them ache. She gasped as the ache became so intense that it caused her to drop the knife in the sink and run to the bathroom that lay open across from the kitchen. She slammed the door with some force as she struggled to get to a safe spot as her world began to disappear and grow dark.

The first time she had these episodes she had finally thought the things her biological mother had stated about her had been true. That she was actually insane. Maybe she was in some sort of way. Because Normal people didn’t see what she could see. Normal people couldn’t feel what she felt.

The world erupted into a world of color and like a movie. A scene began to play before her.  

Two beings stood outlined in shadows, their voices muffled. They were like low echoes in the raging storm of her mind. They stood outlined in a field of black and red snakes.

Has she shown no promise?

None my lady. I have shown her your wand. Allowed her hands to touch it and it shows no sign of her being able.

And, Then try again. Our numbers a little and if we chose to survive the dark lord. We will need many. Try again with your mate.

If I may, my lady. I don’t believe Alamar shows any promise providing me with the young we will need for our lord.  I plead for another.

And, Your current Mate and Child.

There was silence then the snakes stopped shifting and moving and turned and stared right at her. Blood began to pool at her feet soaking her shoes and her hands.

Kill them both.

The snakes swarmed her and as they began to attack her body and consume, she could see the outline of a dark figure looming over them all.

[astarstruckcherryblossomstudent]

it’s the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century.

you can only reblog this today.

[astarstruckcherryblossomstudent]

The Deal

The Deal

I laid a blade against the palm of my skin and slowly cut allowing the pain to bloom within me as the ancient powers that be grew out and entwined with the circle around me. I could feel the magic as it rose from the summoning circle around me. It beat like ancient war drums as the being of old followed the magical tether of its name. I know it has arrived when the earth around me blooms with life and an ancient primordial fear blooms from within my chest. I force my eyes open to scared of what lays in front of me. How inhuman will it be? Will it kill me? Have I made a mistake?  

The being that stands in front of me is ancient and old. He is tall with long blonde hair that reached to the end of his waist in long strands. He was lean and muscular though in her mind she knew that he was more powerful then his appearance showed. His eyes were the more terrifying part of him. He moaned rolling his head to the side as his eyes swept through the room. I knew instantly when they landed on me because they was an edge of excitement. His eyes which a shade of gold o rich that they were almost like pools of pure gold. 

He smiled and bent down allowing her to see the sharp k-9’s of his teeth. “How interesting! Tell me my beauty why have you summoned me here.”  HIs raises a hand delicately to my face to my chin. I can feel the claws as they prick at my skin. I narrow my eyes at him before saying. 

“ You know why I’ve called you here...Puck.”

His eyes light up with pleasure. He falls to his knees before with excitement with a wild gleam to his eyes. He is aroused. He knowns what is to come to him. He knows what I will now give him. He knows now at this moment I will repay my debt. He leans towards me purring as his lips brush against my cheek then to my collar bone. He nips at the skin sending a wave of pleasure down my back and into the v between my thighs. He doesn’t paw at my clothes but instead pets at them. He rubs my breasts and squeezed them before suckling them through the fabric of my dress. I don’t moan for him because he’ll know I’ve premission to do more and right now as he struggles to earn my affection. I can’t help but want it to last a little longer. 

I think back now to the beginning of this deal. It seems so long ago now that I think about it. But, In truth it has only been six months. Six months since my home was attacked and six months since the lives of my sisters and friends were forever changed.

[astarstruckcherryblossomstudent]

“reblogs aren’t important you’re just whiny”

yeah because when you see this

tell me you don’t get annoyed.

tumblr’s algorithm only cares about posts that are reblogged, it doesn’t count likes. posts don’t get promoted or circulated when they only have likes (the way instagram functions), only reblogs matter for increasing reach on tumblr as a platform.

support content creators.

[astarstruckcherryblossomstudent]

Horizon: Forbidden West reveal!

[astarstruckcherryblossomstudent]

My childhood

That time when the Scooby Doo gang performed their own theme song

[astarstruckcherryblossomstudent]

Homemade Pasta with garlic bread a d caprese salad.