#[ barks pt. ii ]

[sweets3rial]

HIHI!! I just wanted 2 say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE your tutor fic! I’m obsessed with leon in the fic, even if he’s ooc. literally I’m foaming at the mouth for everything about it. feral. on my knees, barking, crying, screaming and need to be put down. keep up the good work babes! oh, also also, I want to ask (you don’t have to if you don’t want to!) if we can get a little sneak peak of what’s in the works for pt.2 of the tutor in dorm 24B? anywho, take care and stay safe!

the tutor in dorm 24B (II) preview!!

maybe you two could become friends. 

he thinks he’d be okay with that. 

of course that isn’t okay, you couldn’t be friends. god, he’s seen more of you than most of your friends have in all the years they’ve known you. you don’t have sex with your friends. you don’t daydream about their lips on your bare skin. you don’t writhe and whine at the memories of them touching you. friends don’t kiss and make love. 

so no, you couldn’t be friends with Leon. you couldn’t be anything with him. it might be cold, but you couldn’t let yourself get attached. so yes, you’re avoiding him. you sent an email to your professor lying about having to take up multiple jobs, you picked up more shifts at work so that way you wouldn’t run into him around campus, and the days you don’t work you’re volunteering. 

and when you weren’t volunteering you were walking around downtown, daydreaming like a girl in love. daydreaming about his smile and his laugh, his long blonde strands and the mark his glasses left on his nose bridge, the color of his eyes, his broad frame, and how he felt on top of you. 

how his kisses felt — warm lush lips leaving wet trails down your stomach and at your inner thigh. his gasps of pleasure, so close to your ear, and the way he held you. you groaned to yourself, slapping your book down and bringing your face into your hands. 

maybe, it was more than one night. maybe it was many nights and days all put together in one. all the tension, all the small stares, all the taunting and teasing. maybe it was more. 

a/n: thank you so much anon! thank you for enjoying my work and salivating over it (´∀｀)!! you ask so you shall receive :D! here's a small preview, i haven't finished the entire thing yet but seems like there's some tension (╯•ᗣ•╰)!! what will happen? stay tuned (‿!‿) ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)!

read pt. 1 here :D!!

[urfavlarry]

hello, I saw your reader who lives in the phantom universe fic and can we please get a pt 2 where reader gets transported back with them and starts school? Reader gets bullied because they haven't seen people for a long time and their social skills are lacking. You can ignore this if you want.

Thank you ❤

Tyler Hernández x reader part II

Part I

warnings: swearing, bad grammar, reader gets bullied, fem!reader

genre: angst with fluff at the end

A/N: if you want an Aiden version, message me<3

translations: hermosa-beautiful, mi reina hermosa- my beauiful queen, amor,mi amor- love, my love, mi vida- my life

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You groan, rubbing your aching head and hiss in pain as the warm summer sun hits your eyes like daggers. Wait. Warm summer sun? You quickly rise to your feet but stumble back, landing straight on your ass. “What the fuck? Is this what I think it is?” Your hands go through the soft grass, the wind brushing your skin making the temperature just right. Your heart beat quickens as you look around, seeing the oh so familiar house you last saw years ago. You shakily stand up and walk to the house. The door was just a few inches away, yet something was stopping you from knocking; “What if they moved on?” “What if they won’t want me anymore?”

You knock on the door softly and you hear a dog barking and footsteps; “We have a dog?” You wonder but freeze as you hear the door unlocking, and there she was; your mother. “Um, are you—” You get cut off by a bone crushing hug; “Oh Y/N my baby, you.. your back.. my baby..” She sobs into your shoulder as you stand there awkwardly, patting her back. She grabs you by the shoulder and looks at you with puffy eyes; “Where have you been all these years? Look at you! So grown up. Your hair..” She starts to ramble and you look at the house, your pictures still there, your baby photos.. everything was the same. Another pair of footsteps is heard throughout the house and you look past your mom’s shoulder. “Honey who was… it.” Your father drops everything on the floor and runs to you, engulfing you into a big hug, spinning you around. “Y/N I can’t believe it’s you.. you’re okay? Where have you been?” You look at them, your whole body trembling. “I must be dreaming.. this can’t be right.. i’ve bee stuck in that place for so long I must be hallucinating..” You mumble underneath your breath, your knees giving out.

Your parents look at you concerned, your mother going to get something while your father rubs your back soothingly, trying his best to comfort you. Your mother crouches down next to you and lifts your chin up to look at her. “It’s okay baby you’re home.. this is real okay?” She says and hands you a worn out stuffed toy. Your heart melts as you recognize the old thing, hugging it close to your chest. You stay there in their embrace for what feels like hours, not even noticing the fact you fell asleep. The next day you thought you would wake up back in that terrible place, but you didn’t. You woke up in a soft bed, warm blankets on top of you. You recognize the scent of the room immediately and smile softly. “Home..” You mumble and lift yourself up from the bed, your feet hitting the cold ground making your body shudder.

You walk downstairs, your parents making breakfast. You yawn and sit down in the living room, the dog jumping to lay beside you. A second later your mom and dad walk into the living room, handing you your breakfast with a quick kiss on the cheek from your mom. “Good morning, sleep well?” You nod and munch on your breakfast. ‘Finally decent food’ You think to yourself and finish eating. “Wow that was quick.” Your dad jokes and you smile, putting the dishes in the sink and walk back. “Soo.. I was thinking we could go shopping today? Since you only have your old clothes that probably will not fit you at all?” And so it was set!

You had a lot of fun shopping, you saw how styles have changed and well.. how everything has changed. Then it hits you; the other must be worried sick. You disappear into thin air and they don’t know where you are. “I should ask my mom if she knows her parents.” You think to yourself and look at your mom who was now driving you guys back home. “Wow we really sure spent a lot didn’t we?” She jokes and you chuckle awkwardly; “Um mom? Do you by any chance know the Banner family?” You ask and fiddle with your sleeves. She looks at you confused; “Oh they’re our neighbors, why? How do you know them?” “Oh um I saw them when we were going to the car!”

She looks at you unconvinced but drops the subject; “Well if you want we can invite them over? Their daughter Ashlyn is your age!” She smiles enthusiastically and starts to ramble about what she will make for dinner. And so dinner came around, your mother was cooking your favorite and you were setting the table while your dad was just watching TV. “Y/N honey I think they’re here, could you go open the door?” “On it.” You say and run to the door, and there she was; Ashlyn. You smile at them kindly and let them in, Ashlyn looking at you with a “what the fuck” face and you shrug. “Mom, me and Ash are going upstairs!” You don’t give her time to reply and drag Ashlyn to your room, shutting it behind you. “Where have you been!?” She whisper yells and paces around your room. “We were worried sick! Especially Tyler! He’s been going crazy for the past 2 days!” She says and sits down on your bed. You look at her and shrug; “I wish I could tell you how I got here but I really don’t know. I don’t go back at night like you do tho but I guess you’ve noticed that.” She nods and drops the topic for now, talking to you about school and who to avoid. You were starting school tomorrow and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You and Ashlyn would meet up every morning at the bus stop and go to school together along with Aiden and Ben.

The next day it’s just like you planned; meet up with Ashlyn and go to school together. You sat next to her after getting yet another bone crushing hug from Aiden and just a simple wave from Ben who in his own way was glad you were okay. Aiden yapped the whole way to school but you didn’t mind, it was nice being with them again. You were nervous about seeing Tyler. Would he be mad? You don’t know.

You walk with the others to the office to get your schedule which was basically the same since you’re in the same class. Suddenly the halls get crowded, people arriving in school and you get separated from the others, loosing them in the giant crowd. You look around frantically searching for them and try to push through the crowd mumbling quick a ‘sorry’ or ‘excuse me’. You get pulled back into a bathroom by a black haired boy. He was fairly tall and had shoulder length hair. “I um.. Hi..” You say and fiddle with your hoodie. “Hey newbie you looked like a damned lost puppy in that crowd.” He smirks and makes you back up into a wall. “I.. uh.” “Well what’s your name?” He says and put his arm next to your head, basically caging you there with him. “My name.. it’s ..the.. uh.. I mean it’s Y/N.” You say, slapping yourself internally at the awkward interaction. The boy laughs and goes to speak when another very familiar voice spoke up; “Hey you fucking asshole leave her alone.” He gets pushed off and you scatter to the door of the bathroom, watching Tyler beat the boy. You grab him by the shoulder and speak up; “We should.. go..” Tyler stands up, breathing heavily and leads you away.

Once you get away from the crowd he pulls you into a loving kiss. “You don’t know how much i’ve missed you mi reina hermosa.” He says and hugs you, lifting you up and spins you around. You chuckle and hug him back, kissing him on the cheek. “I missed you too Ty, let’s go to class we can talk later okay?” You say and smile at him, taking his hand and interwine your fingers. He leads you to the class and you get there just in time before the bell rings. You get pulled in front of the class by the teacher and you look down at the ground nervously. “Students this is our new student Y/N L/N, treat them with kindess even if they arrived in the middle of the year.” He says and smiles at you kindly. “Now go ahead and introduce yourself.” Your face feels hot and you stutter our a quick sentance; “Mynameisy/nandIliketolistentomusic.” You say and regret even speaking as most of the class starts to laugh. The teacher shuts them up and you quickly sit down in your seat, resting your head down on the table and try not to think about this awkward day.

And after that day the bullying began. You would get called names, people fake stuttering when talking to you and fiddle with their hands. You laugh awkwardly about it, not knowing how to protect yourself when Tyler wasn’t there to shut them up. You didn’t want to depend on him so you kept quiet about it and bottled up your emotions. Tyler quickly noticed your change in behavior. You were more quiet then usual and you weren’t as talkative as you were when you were in the phantom realm.

One day you were hanging out at his house, him laying on top of you while you played with his hair. He looks up at you with hooded eyes and flips you both so you were now the one on top of him. “Amor what’s up with you lately?” You raise a brow as a sign for him to continue. “Well, ugh.. just.. you’ve been so distant lately and you don’t talk as much as you did before.” He says and sits up, cupping your cheek and traces loving circles on it. “You know if somethings going on you can tell me, right?” He says and smiles softly. You contemplate what to say, should you tell him the truth? Well he already knows something is going on so it would be better if you did. But what if the bullying didn’t stop? What if it only gets worse? You shake off those thoughts and sigh, beginning to speak and tell him everything.

How the bullying started, who bullies you, how they bully you, literally everything. You ramble on and on, trying your best to tell him that it’s nothing but he shuts you up with a quick peck on the lips. “Y/N this is serious you know? It’s okay to be nervous around people. I mean, how long have you been without human contact aside me and the rest of the group?” He asks and you stay silent and frown. “Exactly. I promise to be here for you from now on and I am so sorry I haven’t been this entire time mi vida.” He says and pulls you into a warm embrace, inviting you to let out all of your emotions, which you do. You sob and ramble for what feels like hours on end and calm down after talking about it some more with Tyler. Your eyes were puffy and you looked away from him and joke; “Don’t look at me i’m probably not the prettiest sight right now.” You chuckle and wipe away your tears.

He pulls you closer by the waist and peppers your face with kisses, making you giggle. “You.Are.The.Most.Prettiest.Girl.In.The.World.” He says im between kisses and gives you one last kiss on the lips. “But really mi amor if anyone bothers you from now on come and tell me, but I will be by your side most of the time now okay?” Your hearts mealts and nod, laying back down with him and think to yourself; “Home at last..”

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[captainwans]

AM ERA PT. II (smau)

— ALEX TURNER

arabella series!

pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader

summary: the fans can’t get enough of their relationship and share their thoughts and feelings on the arabella mv, including a “new” discovery on y/n’s side from the comments.

timeline: 2014

note: layout / format by the beautiful @ithinkimokeei <3

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: LISTEN TO BEYONCE'S NEW ALBUM. -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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FOUR: SHE A TYRANT.

You pause, wondering if you heard Gojo correctly or if Valentine smoked you after all. “Come again?” you ask. 

Your eyes switch like ping pong balls between the handsome strangers, wondering who will make the first move. Geto bites back a laugh while Gojo cackles to himself. “We said,” he repeats, humor in his tone which pisses you off, “we are here for you.” 

You pause, processing their confusing words. “For what?” you bark. “To kill me? Have your way with me? ‘Cause I don’t roll like that, especially with outlaws.”

Gojo shoots Geto a look, winking at him. “We know,” he chuckles. “You kill ‘em dead instead…which I’m kinda curious about. Why is that you–” 

“That’s none of your business!” you snap. He puts his hands up higher. 

“How do y’all even know where I was?” you demand, more upset than anything about your secret identity being exposed. You thought you were more careful! You’ve kept your face hidden behind a bandana for years as the Femme Fatale, never coming out of it unless you’re alone or no one knows who you are. You thought you were safe in Blackwater. 

“It ain’t hard to ask around,” Geto explains. “We blew into Blackwater after a couple of folks in the next town over said they saw you headin’ South. Since this is close by, we figured if you weren’t here, you’d at least be seen here.”

He gives you a smile, sweet despite the situation at hand. “How lucky were we to have found you?” he chortles. 

You keep the gun trained on them, cocking it. “Seriously?!” Gojo scoffs, glaring at you. “After we already put down our guns, you still wanna kill us?!” 

“I don’t trust outlaws,” you growl. “I’ve been waitin’ for y’all to come here to get Valentine, so I can finally cross y’all off my hit list…but I need some questions answered first.”

You watch the duo give you a questionable look. “I wanna know where Benji The Bandit is,” you say, your voice steely and cool. “Ya’ll work for him, correct?” 

The duo share a troubling look with each other at the mention of their boss and the eviliest man in the wild, wild West. He robs the rich and the poor; decimates towns and villages; has killed dozens. Legend says that he can show up in a town only once and scare its civilians into silence which is why the law has been chasing him for nearly two decades now. Nobody will ever give up Benji the Bandit’s whereabouts unless they have a death wish. 

“We did to work for him,” Geto answers, correcting you much to your dismay. “We did his dirty work for two years until he gave us a mission that we had to refuse.”

You cock your head to the side, curious. “And what was that?” But the duo stays silent on that and you sigh, exasperated. “Fine, don’t tell me that, but at least me where he is.” 

“We’re just as clueless as you, doll,” he says with a shrug. “We’ve been lookin’ for him for three years since we left him, but you know Benji: if he don’t wanna be found, he won’t be. Now may we ask you some questions?” 

“No,” you hiss, pissed that you didn’t get what you wanted. “I don’t wanna find out why y’all are here for me. Frankly, I don’t care and now you two definitely have to go if you know who I am.”

Even through his blindfold, you can see Gojo roll his eyes. “Drama queen,” he mutters. “We won’t tell anyone.” 

You squint at them, sizing them up. “How can I be so sure?” you ask suspiciously. “How do I know that if I let my guard down now, y’all won’t put a bullet in me where I stand?”

Geto frowns at you, possibly wondering why you’re so difficult. “We wouldn’t do that,” he says, actually sounding offended. “But since you mentioned us takin’ you off guard…” 

His foot only moves an inch across the carpet, but it slides across the hardwood floors anyway and takes you with it. With a shriek, you trip backwards and lose the grip on your gun, causing it to fly out of your hand. You manage to catch yourself with one hand balancing you and turn so your on one knee, staring up at Geto who bends down to pick up your gun. “Hey!” you bark. 

He smirks down at you, his eyes gleaming underneath his cowboy hat. “Now that’s takin’ off guard, little lady,” he chuckles. “Just wanted to get the gun from you. It was startin’ to scare my ‘Tarou.” He looks back at Gojo with a smiling that way too intimate and personal to be platonic. 

Flushing at the realization, you gape at them. “Wait,” you pause. “Are you two–” 

“Together?” Gojo finishes with a smirk. “I’m afraid the rumors are true, doll: the famous gunslingers ride more than just horses. But you won’t tell anyone, will ya?” He gives you a wink.

You stand up with a grunt, angered at the subject being changed and being embarrassed by Geto’s move. “Listen, I don’t care about y’all’s love life,” you scoff. “Just gimme back my gun!” 

Geto twirls your gun around his gloved fingers, his gaze teasing. “And if I do, are you gonna blow our heads off?” he asks. He and Gojo keep their eyes on you, sizing you up the way you do them, watching you to see what your next move will be. You have to be careful, so you shake your head. 

But the long-haired outlaw isn’t buying it. “How can we be so sure?” he retorts. Gritting your teeth, you go to snatch it from him, but he holds it up out of your reach. “Ah-ah…I asked you a question.” 

“I said give me back my goddamn gun!” you snap before kicking Geto straight in the balls. His pretty face screws up in pain and he grunts, dropping your gun as he cups himself and hunches in agony. You race to pick up the pistol, but Gojo’s foot sends it shooting across the floor to the other side of the room. 

You glare at him, seeing red like a bull. “Oooh, she’s feisty,” he cackles, taking off his hat and letting it fall to the floor. “I like that. Just be careful, little miss. I happen to like what ya just kicked.” Geto groans as he rolls onto his side, still cupping his balls. You’d laugh if you weren’t so pissed off. 

You stand before Gojo with your fists tightly palled up and your feet in a fighter’s stance like a boxer. “Goin’ against me?” you bitterly laugh. “I’d like to see you two try.”

You take the first punch at Gojo, but he blocks it with his hand as if he saw it coming a mile away. You take another; he blocks it again. Frustrated, you decide to switch it up and go for a kick at his head, but he ducks. 

His next move is something you count on him doing: he yanks on your ankle, sending you careening backwards onto the floor. This time, you can’t catch yourself and fall onto your ass. You have no time to focus on the sharp pain shooting up into your behind because the outlaw quickly gets on top to straddle you.

“Usually, I don’t do this with girls I just met,” he chuckles, “but I think you’re an exception, little miss.” 

“Bite me,” you growl before wrapping your legs tightly around his neck and squeezing your thighs around it. Using all the strength in your core, you bring yourself up to headbutt him with the top of your skull. You release him and with a gasp, Gojo falls backwards into the couch, clutching his head. 

Quickly, you get up and head to the door to escape, but two strong arms wrapping around your midsection stop you. With a yelp, you’re shoved into the wall by Geto, pinned between him and the wall. “Get offa me!” you cry out, wriggling around to try and break free. But that becomes futile when you suddenly feel Geto begin to pin your arms behind your back, sending sparks of pain shooting into your body.

“No!” you cry out, near tears. “Stop!” 

“Then calm the fuck down,” he demands, his voice firm in your ear. Though you do stop, you turn your head slightly to look back at him, seeing the warning in his eyes. “Or what?” you spit defiantly. 

A terrifying (yet thrilling) fire alights behind Geto’s dark eyes just at the same time as Gojo comes to assess your restricted state. “Oooh, she’s a brat,” he chuckles despite just receving a nasty headbutt. “Now I really wanna keep her, Sugu.” He tugs his pink bottom lip between his white teeth.

“Chill, Satoru,” Geto firmly says, his eyes still trained on you. “We won’t hurt you, but if you’re okay with bein’ pinned against the wall, then by all means, sugar, we’ll get the whip.” 

Gojo gives you a sly grin, his long, thick, black leather whip in his hand now. At the thought of being tied up and completely at their mercy, you let yourself go slack in Geto’s hold.

“Okay, okay, I’m calm! I promise!” You take a deep breath and relax yourself, much to your dismay and irritation. You don’t like listening to anyone, especially grown ass men, when you’re a grown ass woman. 

But in this situation, you’ll have to. Satisfied, Geto releases you and you begin to rub the kinks out of your arms from his iron grip, turning to face them as you do. The duo gives you your space now, stepping to the other side of the room. A sudden knock at the door makes you jump. “Y/N!” Todo yells. “Everythin’ okay in there?” 

“We’ll come in if you aren’t!” Mai calls through the door. “We’ll call the sheriff!” 

“Mai, you idiot, don’t let them know that!” Maki criticizes. You look at the duo standing before, wondering if you should say yes. Finally, you call to the others, “It’s alright, y’all. We just dropped some drinks up here.”

The two still stand there, never getting their guns or taking a step near you. They leave the ball completely in your court. “Explain,” you demand, crossing your arms. 

“We didn’t come to fight you,” Geto explains and the corner of his lips lift slightly, “though that was quite entertainin’. We came to offer you a proposition: you team up with us. Help us take out these other baddies.”

You raise your brows at them, stunned. After putting up that fuss, they still want you on their team? ‘They must want this pussy bad,’ you think.

“Plus, you’ll need us for protection,” Geto adds. “It’s only a matter of time till people find out who you are, especially when Valentine gets arrested. You think he’s gon’ keep quiet about your identity just ‘cause you shot him in the ear?” Your world once again crumbles when you realize that he could be right. 

“Shit!” you hiss, pinching the bridge of your nose as a headache begins to thump-thump-thumb against your head. “Shit, shit, this ruins everything! I had a plan!” 

“Well, whatever that plan is, we can still help you achieve it,” Gojo replies, “but you’d have to come with us. We’re not gonna go into detail now since I’m sure people are listenin��,” ––he nods at the door––”but with our skills and brains combined, we could be unstoppable!” 

You look between the two, assessing their faces for something––a glint in their eye; a twitch of their mouths––to give them away. But you see nothing. “What’s in this for me?” you ask suspiciously. Geto looks like he was waiting for you to ask that question. “We can go into all of that if you agree,” he tells you. 

They actually look like they want you to say yes to this and to your shock, you want to. You’re curious as to why they want you in the first place out of so many other people dying to even get their attention. But you can’t. You have a plan that you’ve been putting together for years now. 

“No,” you laugh. “Sorry, fellas, but I work alone. I always have and always will. Plus, I’ve been runnin’ from the law for years now and they haven’t caught up to me yet.” 

They look like they were expecting that answer. Gojo sulks while Geto gives you an understanding nod. “Can’t bash the confidence,” he says, “but if you ever think differently…”

He takes a moment to take something out of his pocket––a piece of paper––and takes a pen from the nightstand next to the bed. He scribbles something down before passing it to you. “Pay us a visit,” he finishes. “We leave tomorrow.” 

You read the message in your hands, seeing a number and an address to a motel: 1211 at the Corner of Maplewood, Rm 201 - G &G. 

Geto then moves to pick up his weapons, straighten himself up, and walk back over to you. His eyes on you longer than necessary as he watches you read the note, looking gobsmacked. “Think about it,” he whispers. “We hope to see you again, little lady.” He takes your hand and gives it a light kiss before walking off to the door. 

Gojo gives you a wink and a tip of his hat as he follows his partner to the door. “Bye for now, doll,” he says. When Geto opens it, Todo, Shoko, Yuki, and the Zenin sisters stand in the threshold, wide-eyed and definitely eavesdropping. 

“Ladies,” Gojo greets as he follows Geto out the door. “Y’all might wanna dial for y’all’s sheriff. I don’t think this establishment needs a wanted criminal as a boss.” He nods down at Valentine’s unconscious body before heading off, disappearing down the stairs. 

You are immediately bombarded with questions as your coworkers rush you, but you can’t say anything. You’re too busy staring at the note, so much that you begin to memorize the hotel room number. 

*******

That night, the Blackwater saloon closes early and Valentine is arrested. 

As soon as Gojo and Geto leave as quickly and as quietly as they’d come, Choso calls the Blackwater sheriff who riles up his posse and quickly come on their horses, one of them dragging a steel box behind it to transport Valentine to prison.

The entire saloon erupts in whispers and shocked stares as they watch two officers drag Valentine’s body down the steps, his wrists cuffed. 

For the next hour, the entire saloon is questioned––you, the bartenders, the dancers, the guards, and even the customers––about what happened tonight.

You tell the sheriff about Geto and Gojo’s arrival to find Valentine and Valentine forcing you onto the Gunslingers, but you don’t tell them anything about anything other than that. The sheriff doesn’t seem suspicious of you, only thanks you for your time and apologizes for this “huge mess”. 

Later, you retreat to one of the empty bedrooms to watch Valentine be tossed into the back of the steel cart. As you watch from the window, Geto’s warning continues to haunt you. You can’t help but wonder if he’s right.

Will Valentine expose you to the law? Will you be arrested? That makes your want to flee even more tempting. Just leave without telling anyone where you are headed. 

But what about Shoko and the others? What would you tell them? You look down at the note clutched in your palm, reading the hotel number over and over again. Can you really trust these guys? 

The door to the bedroom opens and you quickly hide the note in your bosom just as Shoko comes. “Jeez, what a mess,” she sighs, hands on her hips. “This is gonna be the talk of the town for a week. I just spoke to Maki and she’s gonna be takin’ over the saloon till we get a new manager.” 

“Why doesn’t she just manage it herself?” you ask. Shoko just gives you a look and you laugh, knowing damn well that Maki would cuss so many people out that she’d never be able to handle a managerial job.

“Came up to tell ya that the saloon is closing for tonight,” Shoko says, giving you a tender look. “We can head home.” 

You nod, giving her a smile. “Thanks. I’ll change my clothes and say bye to the others then.”

Silently, you walk past Shoko and she lets you, watching you go. You can tell she is worried about you and wants to ask what happened tonight, but she doesn’t want you to feel attacked or cornered. But you also know that she’ll ask you later when you’re both home. 

After saying goodnight to the saloon employees and pretending to vomit when Yuki giggles about going home with Choso tonight, you change into a simple, pink dress, pack your things, and walk home with Shoko to your shared home only four blocks from work.

When you moved to Blackwater five months ago, you bunked with Shoko in a 500 square foot room that you renovated into an apartment with a kitchen, a small lounging area, a bathroom, and two twin beds. 

You couldn’t be happier to have such a great roomie and friend, but you know it can’t last forever. This is the thought you’ve had in your head for months now any time you acted as if you were “normal”, going with your coworkers to happy hour at another bar or gossiping with Shoko by the candlelight at home. And you can sense that Shoko feels the same way as you take the short route home together. 

The dirt roads are quiet, the many stores, boutiques, and establishments closed for the night, and the street lamps surrounded with buzzing insects attracted to the brightness and alight with flames that light your way as you walk side by side. The night is warm, but not sticky and you can tell that rain is in the forecast judging by the smell. You’re originally from the South, so you know these things. 

Shoko is concerningly quiet, something that is unlike her. You wait for her to ask the golden question, but she instead stays silent, looking ahead. “Alright,” you sigh. “Go on and ask.” she looks at you questionably. “Hm?” she asks. 

You give her a long look, raising an eyebrow. “You wanna ask me about the Gunslingers, so go ahead! Ask me!”

But she doesn’t, probably because she figures that you need your privacy and that you have your reasons for keeping things from her…which you do. “We didn’t have sex,” you say. “And they didn’t force themselves on me if that’s what you’re worried about. They didn’t even really want Valentine.” 

Shoko finally looks at you as she takes out a cigarette and lights it with a match stick. The end of the cigarette butt glows bright red, reminding you of a firefly in the darkness. “So what did they want?” she asks, confused. 

You bite your lip, battling internally with yourself. You know that Shoko wouldn’t go running to the law if you tell her who you really are, but the life you live has taught you to never trust ANYONE. But even so, you can tell her some of the truth.

“Me,” you softly whisper. 

Shoko stops walking and stares at you in awe, the cigarette dangling from her lips. “They asked me to come with them, Shoko,” you explain. “To join them and help them catch other wanted outlaws.”

She continues to stare at you as if trying to pull back the layers of your skin and bones and peer inside of you. You away to a nearby street lamp, watching the flame flicker in the gaslamp. 

“Well, why don’t you?” she asks. You look back to her, shocked. She shrugs, puffing on her cigarette. “They may be able to help you get to Willow Springs like you always wanted.” She gives you a reassuring smile, probably to make you feel better about not telling her the entire truth. 

At the mention of your dream, you feel an overwhelming sense of need come over you. You want that so badly: a life in Willow Springs, known for its quietness, away from the wild West and danger. Just a quiet life with a cabin by a waterfall and your own farm, ditching the Fatale Femme identity for good.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “I don’t even know if I can trust ‘em.” 

Shoko once again shrugs and takes a final puff on her cigarette before tossing it down and crushing it under her heel. “Well, you’ve got plenty of time to think about it, but I personally think you should do it. Throw caution to the wind and let ‘em take you away from here.” 

She stares you down with her eyes, intense yet caring. “There ain’t nothin’ here for you, honey, and that’s the truth.” Then she walks off towards your apartment, leaving you standing there stunned but knowing that you’ll eventually catch up. 

Something in you tells you that her words mean more than she lets on and they follow you all the way home and into your dreams that night.

[yeyinde]

masterlist.

omega verse : bury your teeth in me baby trap : when your need grows teeth

ONESHOTS

—baby blues (John + fatherhood) —past and pending | 18﹢ —ode to a conversation stuck in your throat | 18﹢ —fineshrine : COMPLETE | 18﹢ (pegging Price) —underdressed | 18﹢ (Price keeps the mask on) —on the flipside | 18﹢ (Johnny + PriceReader) —barking dog (Price + jealousy) —sea fever (sailor Price au) —willow tree march | 18﹢ (fae Price) —wicker pyre | 18﹢ (dragon Price) —in dreams : REQUEST | 18﹢ —wet : REQUEST | 18﹢ —better from above : REQUEST | 18﹢ (riding Price while he smokes) —textbook : REQUEST | 18﹢ (cockwarming + Price) —big bear : REQUEST | 18﹢(Price + that scene from SIX) —kilos : REQUEST | 18﹢(blowing Price with a tongue ring) —care package : REQUEST —getting spanked by Price : REQUEST | 18﹢ —cold, cold, cold REQUEST | 18﹢ (voyeurism drabble)

SERIES

—neon medusa : INCOMPLETE | 18﹢ (cyberpunk au) static in the airwaves. warning sign —caught : COMPLETE | 18﹢ (Price catches you) audience | circle the drain —seven arrows : REQUEST. INCOMPLETE | 18﹢(Ptah x Sekhmet) ferromagnetism

DRABBLES

—Price lets his team fuck his wife —Price + camgirl —manipulative Price ruining your life so gets to keep you —best friend's dad Price —regency Price au | 18﹢ pt ii —PriceReaderGhost | 18﹢ —reverent : REQUEST —positive : REQUEST

HEADCANONS

⧽ SPIT TAKE | VOICE KINK | SLOW DANCE | BATTLE SCARS | PREG!READER

SFW ALPHABET

[deuxcherise]

Masterlist

A/n: So since I've gotten up to more than 10 posts now on the entire blog, I've decided to make a masterlist before the number of my posts becomes overwhelming. Still learning Tumblr... Okay! Here goes!

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Latest Update (November 15, 2024)

So compared to the last update, I'm not really on a hiatus anymore, but I am also not going to stick to an entirely consistent schedule due to time management issues and real life events (and sometimes just plain writer's block).

However, when I do post, it'll typically be on a Thursday around 5PM. Else if there is a special occasion, then I will post on those days- like a random example could be Pancake Day or official holidays like Christmas.

So yeah, that's pretty much it. I do appreciate and enjoy when I see readers come onto this space and show their love. Thank you so much, everyone! Love you all! 💕

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SFW / Slight NSFW

Collar Crimes

You are just a regular hard-working citizen of a corrupt city owned by many groups of scary people, but you make the best of it. That is, until you meet a bunch of people who may or may not want to kill you. One definitely wants to love you though... maybe two... or three...? Between love, obsession and crime, how will you survive? Ch 0: Red Letter Ch 1: Weasel In Ch 2: Cat Burglar Ch 3: All Bark, No Bite (1/2) | (2/2) Ch 4: Cat Got Your Tongue? Ch 5: Pop Goes the Weasel Ch 6: Self-Preservations Ch 7: Don't be Crabby Ch 8: [In hiatus...]

Look At Me

You may have endured cruelty and inflicted cruelty onto others, but there is one person who wants to do nothing but simp for his queen, you. He has only one simple request.

Breakin' Dishes

Your husband left you at home with a lot of breakable dishes and no entertainment. A dangerous combo. So you decide to make your own entertainment.

Honey

You find yourself in bed, unable to leave the embrace of your dear wifey, to go to work...

The Hare and the Fox

You are a noble fox and he is just a dumb rabbit you picked up from the middle of the woods, or so you think...

Feeling Blue

After a breakup (or ghosting, in this case), you spend some time in your feelings for a while... Just a little while though.

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NSFW (all the random explicit spice!)

Depravity

Let Me Solo Him

Salacious

Deviancy

Sacrilegious

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~~Genshin Impact Stuff~~

~Ayato Kamisato~

Notice Me, Mrs. Kamisato! (unofficial title lol)

In which your husband, Ayato, tries anything and everything to get you to react in various ways to him. Part 1: Cats vs Dogs Part 2: Lend a Hand Part 3: Fear of Cucumbers Part 4: Brother vs Sister Part 5: [In hiatus...]

~Dottore~

Rebirth

The Doctor can't bear the subject of his upmost interest to leave him alone in this mortal realm... Part I & Part II

~Neuvillette~

Operation Otterly-In-Love

You, a young bachelor who was born to inherit your family's legacy, are more interested in capturing the heart of a certain hydro dragon.

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~~Honkai Star Rail Stuff~~

~Sunday~

Sunday (Slight NSFW)

Sunday has decided to lock you up in a birdcage.

Sunday Pt. 2 (NSFW)

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Imagines / Random Thoughts

Operation YAN

Thanks For Giving Answers [Soon...]

[sillygoblinantics]

This is something that’s been running rampant on my mind for a couple years now so ima share it with yall here since it’s about one of my favorite hyperfixations. So let’s talk about

Pokémon Legends Arceus — misinterpreting art direction

By Bri/gobbo

Pokémon legends arceus or PLA for short, came out two years ago (almost now) of January 2022 to much anticipation of long time fans. Many of which being artists (like me) with a compelling premise and enticing story and worldbuilding the game was a hit if you ignore complaints of non fans and snobs.

So… what’s the deal?

Unfortunately as demand and quota rises the need to produce and release content gets worse and worse for the industry as with harsh deadlines, the long time need for quality is cut off by the need for deadlines. Which is why I am at ease to know that we were given the announcement from gamefreak and the Pokémon company that the next game would take two years instead of the short one year delay for the next installment to the main game or side game lines. But I’m not just saying this to fill this with words, my point is to stress the toxic work environment that many people in the industry go through but given this news is an opportunity to look forward to the wellbeing of both the people behind this franchise and game as well as the attention to detail that goes into each release.

Pt II — graphics

My second and main gripe I’ve held is to the complaints of how the game looks. Which I don’t get, it might be because I had only recently taken art history while in college (which I would highly recommend taking because it will change the way you see the world!) or could be wearing “toxic nostalgic lenses” that cloud judgement. This won’t change the fact that I don’t see any story or visual issues with the *look* of the game.

Backgrounds:

From close observation into the textures of the plants and trees in PLA I could tell off the bat that it was meant to resemble or what I theorize to be based on traditional ink painting or Sumi-e. The distinct weight of the leaves and bark may just be standard textures but through a stringent lense you can see the dilution and bleed of line. A lot of landscapes are often a meditation through each stroke of the brush the piece reveals a serene whimsy view.

The Pokémon

“Oh the pokedex should’ve had more style and traditional pieces!” —a exaggeration and summary of what I’ve heard on YouTube who’ve discussed the visuals of PLA

I think in terms of one of the main missions and plot line of PLA is to create the first pokedex! and for something so important to the safety of humans who are coming to settle in Hisui/Sinnoh they need to have access to a book with images as soon as possible with enough for everyone. It makes sense for the Pokémon to look “flat” as there’s one traditional art form that has made the spread of Japanese art possible; woodblock prints or as it’s called:

“Ukiyo-e”

But outside of the pokedex the models of the pokemon are just as good with the same inky look that the backgrounds and game has already!

Also shiny hunting… but I’m getting ahead of myself!

My point for this is simply to not judge and criticize a work without getting a proper understanding of the culture and art history that might’ve gone into the piece!

And it’s also why I’ve been going absolutely feral for PLZA because WERE GETTING KALOS DURING MY FAVORITE PERIOD OF ART AND WRITING HISTORY!!!!

Romantic period and realism!

Which means…

THE OUTFITS ARE GONNA BE GOOOOOD!!!!!

Also hisuian lilligant is based on a figure skater…

[alltheyoungmoons]

The Gift - pt. II

G - WIP - Part I/? - 1k words - ATYD timeline compliant.

“You’re going to help me?” Lily’s pink lips stretched into a wide smile, her hopes restored.

“Of course, anything to make our Moony happy”, Sirius nodded, chivalrously. “So, let’s start with the things you want to avoid? Easier if they’re out of the way.”

“Alright, so: definitely no sweets, chocolate or cigarettes,” she eyed him severely at the latter, but with a smirk ���…he’ll get enough of those as is. No more hand-knitted items either, I just don’t have the time, even if I enchanted my needles to do it on their own - and I’ve been gifting him those since second year anyway…” she kept reasoning out loud, keeping track on her fingers. Sirius was nodding along, realising at that moment how long and how well she knew Remus. She probably was the only other person in the world who knew him as well as Sirius did…almost. Sirius relished in the thought that he would always be number one in that regard “…and no more studying supplies! I’m looking for something that will last far beyond school.”

“Ok, that’s a great starting point” Sirius agreed. “So - books are always a safe choice with Moony, but let’s just keep them as a last resort for now, if you really want to impress him. If we don’t figure out anything better.”

“I agree… he really doesn’t need to do any more reading until the end of school!” she chuckled, “I don’t know how he manages, it’s a miracle he’s still got perfect eyesight!” She shook her head fondly. 

Sirius chuckled at that, too, thinking of all the times he caught Remus with his face so buried in a book you’d think he was snogging it. 

“Right? You’d think he’d be half as blind as James at least, by now” he shrugged, smiling, lowering his voice considerably “I guess being a dark creature has his perks after all…did you know he can see in the dark?”

“He cannot!” Her surprise poking through her whisper.

“Oh yes” Sirius nodded. He was now swinging back and forth on the back legs of his chair. “Caught him strolling in the dark many times - the maniac. First time he gave me a right fright, too."

Lily shook her head disbelievingly - for all she knew about Remus, she must’ve never inquired on the extent of his lycanthropy. 

“Speaking of James,“ Lily grinned “have you ever tried his glasses on? He took them off the other day while we-“ her whole face changed to red “Anyway I put them on, and..” She blinked slowly, leaving her facial expression to convey the sheer shock of this discovery. 

“Of course I’ve tried them on!” Honestly, who did the woman think he was. “Once, in first year, we bet who could last longer, me with his glasses or him without. They made me so sick I took them off after a few minutes, but of course he couldn't see I had, so I just waited until he admitted he couldn’t find our dorm room door to go down to breakfast.” 

Lily rolled her apple green eyes, but she was smiling. 

“It’s incredible how thin the lenses are, too,” she mused, “Muggle glasses for such a prescription would be as thick as butterbeer glass bottoms! A kid in my primary school class had them - they made his eyes so small!”

He tried to imagine James with such a contraption on his nose, struggling to hold in his barking laughter - he was terrified of Pince. He was also quite uneasy in libraries still, but Lily’s presence made it much more bearable. 

“So, books aside then…” Lily went back to wondering what to get their friend. “Isn’t there maybe another magical contraption that could work? Like that compass?”

Sirius knew she was asking him because, being the heir to one of the oldest and most traditionalist “Pureblood” clans in the country, he was basically the resident expert in magical paraphernalia. He felt his thoughts starting to race, raking through the images of the countless useless knick-knacks sitting in display cases in Grimmauld Place, Kreacher polishing them with the care reserved for an infant... Though now, being surrounded by books, it was hard to concentrate on any other object - the more he tried to avoid thinking of them, the more it felt they were the key to solving their problem. Surely the library stored some sort of catalogue…? 

“And to think that when I met you, at any mention of reading you’d have squirmed away as if you’d been chased by a Boggart” Sirius had teased the taller boy as they made their way into Flourish & Blotts, that past December, just before- “Yeah” Remus gave him a sly smile “You’ve created a monster.”

Sirius felt as if he was struck by lightning and slammed the front legs of his chair on the floor. He was grinning madly, and Lily was staring at him. Everything had fallen into place.

“Oh spill it, you peeve me so when you act like this!”

Sirius didn’t have time to argue back - not only was this a great idea, better-than-perfect even, but he was sitting across the only other person who could truly understand the impact of it. 

“So you know how dear ol’ Remus is always reading…”

“Yes, we’ve established that, but we said-“

“But when we first met him,” he interrupted “he didn’t. He couldn’t. I know you know about it, you made him that invisible thing in second year.”

“It’s not invisible, it’s transparent.” She corrected. A note of embarrassment then started in her voice “But yeah… I knew about your spell, too. It was dead impressive, still is, to be honest, but he couldn’t use it during the summer, you know.”

He didn’t know, though, he hadn’t thought about that, and of course Remus had never brought it up. Sirius silently cursed his purebloodness. 

“Right, so, if you were able to turn that plastic sheet into a reading aid…”

(He hoped he pronounced “plastic” correctly. He had mispronounced it once and Mary didn’t let him live it down for weeks.)

“…then you could do the same with glass! Glasses!” Lily was beaming, getting the suggestion right away. The girl was truly smart as a whip.

“Reading glasses” Sirius nodded, grinning wildly. He knew, this was going to work. 

[tkl-lee-blog]

BG3 TK HEADCANONS!! (Pt.1)

I haven’t even gotten halfway through Act II yet BUT THE URGES TO MAKE THIS POST WERE TOO STRONG!! Going in order of meeting them in-game. Starting with Lae’zel, Shart and Astarion! The others are soon to come :D

Lae’zel •

-Without a doubt the most likely to straight up not involve oneself in tickling. She finds it ridiculous that one would so easily surrender to such weak ‘attacks’.

-If one was daring enough to try and tickle her, you’d be met with a weapon to your throat, even those she tolerates.

-On the hypothetical that she’s ended up into a tickle fight, she is RUTHLESS. Does she find it silly that something as weak as tickling works so well? Yes. Does that mean she doesn’t take a tickle fight seriously? NO. It’s Lae’zel- of course she takes any battle she’s proposed to seriously. By far the scariest ler of the group by a landslide, she’d leave people close to straight up having to be revived by Withers.

-She’s moderately ticklish! Her ears are a particularly sensitive spot for her, they even flick when touched, how cute!

-If you get on her better side, she’ll at least tolerate it a tiny bit, and might even jab at whoever is tickling her in retaliation.

-Is not used to laughing at all, so any laughter you get out of her makes her surprisingly weakened as her body is not used to the feelings of both tickling and laughter.

Shadowheart •

- Similar to Lae’zel (begrudgingly) in that she’s not used to tickling and likely to threaten anyone who tries to do it to her with a weapon pointed at them, although most of the time she only verbally threatens to do so rather than actually point said weapon.

- Unlike Lae’zel however, she obviously knows what tickling is like despite it only a handful of times to her in her life. She’s indifferent to it in general, but obviously only lets those she’s close to actually get away with it…somewhat.

-HATES being loud when it comes to laughing, she doesn’t like all the sudden attention she’d get from making said noise.

-Her worst spot is probably along her back, her lower back likely being the most sensitive, she’d be a writhing mess of muffled cackles under her ler. To be extra mean you could use her the tip of her braid as a tickle tool along her spine and she’d squeal.

-Will likely get revenge, whether it be instantly after getting tickled or at an unexpected time after. Her nails are deadly tickle tools.

-Has probably had to gently shove Scratch off of her because he was tickling her accidentally and making her giggle quietly.

Astarion •

-The third member of the “tickle me and I’ll threaten you” trifecta. He’s as mouthy as Shadowheart and as quick to draw a weapon as Lae’zel, so be weary.

-Let’s just get this out of the way though- he’s all bark and, more often than not, little to no bite (ironically). He’s not even sure if he’s ever been tickled before, so it’s all new to him, and he’s understandably hesitant about sudden physical touch.

-He’s probably the only one of the group to deny he’s ticklish. Lae’zel would be indirect and say something like “Chk, needing to know useless information over such a childish weakness is unnecessary.” - While Astarion would say something along the lines of “What? Don’t be stupid, of course I’m not.” Meanwhile he himself has no clue and frankly can’t be bothered to deal with finding out.

-Spoiler alert; he is. He REALLY is. He’s a mess of cackles and squirming frantically less than 30 seconds in. That one time he remarked about Karlach’s “hyena call” was immediately made ironic when he was tickled for real for the first time.

-His worst spot is his ribs, if the man had the ability to blush/get a flushed face he’d go scarlet if he’s tickled there. He weakly slaps and kicks his ler out of embarrassment for making him laugh so loudly, he finds his laugh obnoxious.

-WILL GET YOU BACK FOR TICKLING HIM. Just because he’s not one to start the tickle fight, doesn’t mean he’s not going to go all out on revenge. He’s a mean ler, quick and nimble fingers and terrifyingly precise.

[nonbinaryeggrolls]

Battle of the Larynx II

Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2. Pt. 3, Pt. 4

Synopsis: Having Spider-Man as a boyfriend was becoming increasingly more difficult, and his reoccurring absence is tearing you apart

Warning: ANGST, mentions of breakups, self harm (not eating caused by depression)

MINORS DNI. AGELESS AND MINOR BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

And they talk without thinking

They bark while they're shaking

With teeth that are round and dull

And they yell while they're chasing

While I'm steady pacing

My syllables hit the floor

How stupid, selfish baby

Don't you battle with my larynx toni—

Macie: “Melanie Martinez? Weird choice for a heartbreak song.” Your coworker and close friend critiqued while snatching the earbuds out of your ears

Y/N: “I like it, and it’s helping so leave me alone.”

Alchemex was quiet and slow at 8 AM, the only tasks you had assigned were to organize itineraries and pick up lunch for your employers. Once that was done you used the time you had to yourself to sit at your reception desk and wallow.

Macie: “Here, eat this.” she said handing you a container of vietnamese spring rolls and mango slices she brought from home

Y/N: “I’m not hungry Mac”

Macie: “Yes you are, you’re just saying that so you don’t have to feel anything other than sadness, but I’m not gonna let you sit at your desk all day and sulk. So eat something, please.” You took the food and ate it while she watched you like a hawk to make sure you got every last bite. She was right, making yourself miserable wasnt helping you but it was the only thing you knew how to do right now.

It’d been 3 weeks since you pushed Miguel O’Hara out of your life, and for those past 3 weeks you have been an absolute mess. You could barely get 2 meals down, your sleep schedule was ruined, you had no motivation to complete any tasks, and you avoided your friends and work almost entirely. It probably wasn’t a good idea to use nearly all of your sick days just so you can cry and mope about a guy but it is what it is at this point. You were fortunate enough though to have friends that wouldn’t stand for you ruining yourself while you recovered from heart break. Today your coworkers unanimously decided they needed to save you from depleting all your sick time and practically dragged you into work today.

Macie: “C’mon, tell me what’s on your mind babe.” She took a seat in her chair next to you

Y/N: “It’s just…why hasn’t he called me? Why hasn’t he tried to come back to our apartment? I just fuck I feel stupid but I wanted him to fight for us and he hasn’t at all.” Tears pricked from your eyes and you let your head fall onto your hands

Macie: “Well, why do you think he hasn’t reached out?”

Y/N: “Because he’s a little bitch that doesn’t care about me.” You cross your arms like a stubborn child

Macie: “That’s possible, but what is your heart telling you?” She asks

Y/N: “…He’s doesn’t know how to apologize for everything, or if I’ll accept it.” Macie nods in agreement

Macie: “I’ve never met Miguel other than passing him to get to the vending machine, but I’ve listened to you cry on my couch about him on multiple occasions. It sounds like this isn’t his first screw up, but it is the worst and I’m sure he knows that. It’s very possible that you two are done for good and I think he’s scared to face that…or make things worse.” You shrug in reply, “Be honest with yourself, would you have even listened if he came back immediately?”

Y/N: “No…I probably would’ve told him to fuck off.” You chuckled

Macie: “See. Maybe this time your taking from him is a good opportunity for the fog to clear, you can figure out if it was just your anger that pushed him away or if you actually want to break up with him. No one’s saying you have to forgive him but don’t write his hesitance off as not caring just yet, I have a gut feeling that he’s just afraid right now.” She pulled you into a much needed hug and ran her fingers up and down your back

Y/N: “…It hurts so bad Mace…I miss him so much and I don’t want to”. You sniffled

Macie: “I know babe I know, if it makes you feel any better you look really hot today even with runny mascara. He’s an idiot for fucking up with you so badly.” She said while planting a sticky lip gloss kiss on your forehead.

Macie helped you fix up your makeup in the bathroom and you both returned to work, luckily the front desk foot traffic is always slow with only phone calls and e-mails to keep you busy. It wasn’t a lot but it was enough to keep your mind off of everything.

Miguel wasn’t doing any better than you were. It wasn’t like him to talk without thinking, he was always so stern and calculated with everything he did in life, it was what he was known for but that night it was as if he lost all control. He felt horrible about everything, everything he said to you he wishes he could apologize for but he was terrified that it wouldn’t change anything…or that he might make things even worse.

Miguel’s world came to an abrupt halt since you shut him out. He was bitter and angry and lashed out on his fellow colleagues far more than he usually did. Even his favorite variants couldn’t shield themselves from Miguels wrath. Yelling at Miles or Gwen was routine, but yelling at Peter Parker (Earth-13122) was unheard of and it showed just how badly your absence was effecting him.

Nowadays if it wasn’t for missions or to go into headquarters it was rare for him to ever leave his room— well what was supposed to be a room. All of his belongings were still permanently relocated at the apartment that you both used to share, meaning his old apartment was long gone. There was no place for him to go back to when you kicked him out, so that meant the twin size mattress in Peters guest room that was far too small for his tall figure was what Miguel had called home for the past month.

The clock read 10:34 AM when Peter went downstairs to Miguel’s living space, Peter knocked and poked his head into the guest room

Peter: “Miguel?”, Peter looked in to see a semi asleep Miguel. “Cmon man get up you need to eat something. MJ made French toast, you need food with your depression.”

Miguel: “I’m not hungry.” He sighed and rolled over to face the wall. His appetite wasn’t important to him especially if it meant watching Peter and MJ canoodle at the kitchen counter the way you and him used to. Peter stepped back into the hallway, a worried MJ was motioning him to go back and talk to Miguel.

“Go talk to him!”

“I don’t want, to he’s gonna yell at me!” They both whispered, low enough for a regular person not to hear but it was enough for Miguel’s heightened sense to pick up. Choosing to ignore them, Miguel covered his face with the pillow trying to drift back to sleep until he felt a small weight crawl on him and start tugging in his hair

Mayday: “Uncle Mickey! Wake up Mickey! Come eat breakfast with me!”

Needless to say Maydays cuteness was enough to get Miguel out of his cave. He ate breakfast in silence and by the end Peter had convince Miguel to return back to work, saying it would help him take his mind off things. Mj lent Miguel some of peters old dress clothes from when he was 4 sizes larger, the pants flooded of course but that’s what happens when you’re a foot taller than most people.

It was raining in Miguel’s dimension when he returned, making the drive to Alchemex that much more depressing. It didn’t even register to him that you would be working, he panicked about what he would do or say when he sees you.

Miguel: “Lyla are you there?…” No answer, “Lyla?…Okay I’m sorry.”

Lyla appeared on an illuminated orange screen

Lyla: “Sorry for what? Use those big boy words.” She mocked, arms crossed and turned away from him, refusing to look at him until he gave a proper apology

Miguel: “I’m sorry for yelling and for being a dick for the last few weeks. Okay?” He sighed

Lyla: “See. Was that so hard?” He growled in annoyance but was honestly glad to have her talking to him again, even if she was just a combination of zeroes and one’s she was helpful, “Still having lady troubles I see?” She teased

Miguel: “God, shut up.” He grumbled

Lyla: “That’s it goodbye—

Miguel: “No! No I’m sorry.” He groaned and sank in his seat at the red light rubbing circles on his temples, “What the fuck am I gonna do Lyla? She probably hates me.”

Lyla: “After everything you said I wouldn’t be surprised if she did, but Peters right Miguel you need to just apologize and actually EXPLAIN yourself. Stop acting like such a tough guy and open up to her already. You keep her in the dark all the time and let her wonder if she did something wrong or if you even like her, maybe if you were actually honest with her she’ll understand. And even if she doesn’t understand you STILL owe her an apology. That part’s non negotiable.” Lyla criticized with no intent of being gentle. For an AI she actually gave genuinely good advice.

But he wasn’t ready to see you yet, he wasn’t ready to say what he needed to say, had no idea what he was going to say. So when he made it to Alchemex instead of going through the front entrance like he usually did he opted for the back entrance where the delivery trucks usually are. Stunned faces met his along with whispers and other greetings. A few, “Welcome backs” and handshakes from his fellow geneticists, too many faces and none of them was the one he wanted to see…

Miguel barely got any work done that day, instead he chose to spend all his time pacing back in forth near the second floor ledge. Though his office was on the top floor, the second floor had a view that peered past the large glass staircase and directly over the receptionist desk. So throughout the day he made a routine of getting up every 30-40 minutes to go to the second floor bathroom so he can look over at you on the way back to his office. He couldn’t stop himself from trying to catch a glimpse of you, he got warm each time you smiled at a new person entering the building. It was fake of course, he’d seen your real smile and it was breathtaking. This on the other hand was a plastered in customer service smile accompanied by forced laughs.

Around the the 12th time he went to go check on you he froze when he saw you weren’t at your desk anymore, but it was around the time of your lunch break so he suspected you were in the cafeteria. It was kind of pathetic the way he felt himself rush to the elevator with urgency to get to the food court but it was what he was doing.

The area was busy, filled with lab coats and other Alchemex staff. When he finally located you he stopped in place. You were smiling, genuinely smiling, with some idiot employee he had never seen before. He was leaning against the wall talking your ear off as you bought a soda from the vending machine, and he was far too close. Miguel’s eyes darkened when he hugged you goodbye, holding you a few seconds to long.

“Do you know that guy over there? He’s been staring for a while” Your coworker asked, nodding over to Miguel who stood by the elevator door glaring through angry brooded eyes. You stilled as you met his gaze that softened the longer you looked at him

Y/N: “No…No I don’t.”

Macie: “He just stared? Ew that’s creepy.” She giggled, “Whatever just ignore it, he hasn’t made an attempt to talk to you so don’t even entertain schoolboy behavior like that.”

Y/N: “Yeah, but you should’ve seen him he looked like he wanted to murder somebody...I hate that I thought it was kinda hot.”

She slapped you on the back of the head bringing out a string of giggles amongst the both of you. You took her advice and decided to just forget about the interaction and try and get through the rest of today. You sifted through emails and answered phone calls for the next few hours until a younger boy, no more than 19 years old, walked up to the front desk.

Y/N: “Hi there! can I help you?” You questioned

“Got a Grubhub delivery for Miguel O’Hara.” He held up a closed Thai food bag

Y/N: “Oh okay you can go up that elevator on the left, it’s the sixth fl—

“Customer requested no contact delivery so I guess this is on you guys. Okay bye I’m gonna leave now, remember to tip, thanks!” the rude little bastard plopped the take out bag on the counter in front of you. You’re heart practically plummeted to your stomach at the realization. Miguel knew what he was doing, he knew that if he requested no contact that meant the assigned assistant for genetics department had to deliver it. These snooty scientists didn’t want a random person walking through their building, it happened all the time just never with Miguel. Fuck

Macie looked over at the bag then back at you, just as flabbergasted as you were. Begging her to deliver it for you was no use, she was the assistant for the botany department and could get in huge trouble if she did. Reluctantly you made your way up to the floor his office was located on, the walk from the elevator to his office door felt like an eternity but you swallowed your fear and knocked.

Miguel: “Come in!” He sounded nervous, he looked like it too when you opened his door to see him already standing in front of his desk. Miguel looked disheveled and tired

Y/N: “Here, is there anything else you need Mr. O’Hara?” You deadpanned and handed him the bag. You weren’t surprised to see that he threw the bag away immediately, it’s not like his intention was to eat anyways.

Miguel: “Can I talk to you? Please?” He asked, you sighed and nodded in agreement closing the door behind you to give you both some privacy

Y/N: “Okay go ahead. Talk.”

Miguel: “…Who was that you were talking to?” he asked in a slightly desperate tone

Y/N: “That’s the first thing you have to say to me?” You scoffed

Miguel: “Please just tell me who he is…”

Y/N: “Who? I’m a receptionist I talk to a lot of people.” you lied knowing exactly who he was referring to.

Miguel: “The guy in the cafeteria, with the black hat. Who was he?”

Y/N: “That’s Anthony. He works in security for your department. But I guess you wouldn’t have known that, it’s not really a job that contributes anything to this world, is it?” Miguel winced at the sting of his own words being thrown back at him

Miguel: “…I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said that.” he said in a tone barely above a whisper

Y/N: “Great, thanks I’m gonna go back to work now.” You dismissed his shitty excuse for an apology and turned to leave

Miguel: “Y/N I’m trying to say sorry to you!” he said almost begging. He was willing to beg if that’s what it took to make you listen

Y/N: “You’re always sorry! Every week it’s a new apology and honestly they’re all starting to sound the same and Im so tired of it!” you shouted

Miguel: “But I—

Y/N: “No I am talking, you are listening!” you silenced him, “You made it clear how you felt about me and I’m not going to keep myself in a situation where I’m just a fill in for someone else.”

Miguel: “…What are you saying?”

Y/N: “I don’t want to be with you any—

Miguel: “Please, please don’t say that N/N.” He practically leapt from his desk when you turned to leave without saying anything. It didn’t matter how many times he said your name it didn’t stop you, not until he physically blocked the door with his own body

Y/N: “O’Hara MOVE!” you demanded. The sound of his last name being said again signifying just how detached you we’re becoming

Miguel: “No. I want to fix this please!”

Y/N: “Find a new replacement then!”

The two of you went back and forth for what seemed like hours, his pleading was relentless. You’d never seen this side of Miguel before, he was unhinged and desperate it was like watching a child have a breakdown. But it wasn’t changing your mind, you deserved better.

When you reached for the door handle once again that’s when all of his words came spilling out.

Miguel: “You’re not a replacement! You’re not a joke or useless or anything stupid I said! I didn’t mean any of it I was just tired of being painted as the bad guy so I wanted to make you feel worse than I felt! But…I am the bad guy Y/N, Im a selfish fucking moron and I ruined a perfectly good thing just because I was scared we were getting too close and that would mean I might forget about Dana and Gabriella! So every time you wanted a date night or wanted to bring me to a family dinner or even just wanted to be around me I made excuses, because every time I did those things I felt myself forgetting. But I’m sorry! I’m sorry for saying terrible things to you and I’m sorry for making you feel worthless, I’m sorry for being so fucking stupid throughout this entire relationship, I’m sorry Y/N….”, He looked down ashamed, he sounded so small and vulnerable something he had not been in a very long time. You froze in place, taking a moment to process everything.

He finally looked back up at you and you stared at him with wide blank eyes. Whether it confusion, sympathy, or hatred he couldn’t tell, but your silenced scared him.

Miguel: “Please… say something.” He begged

Y/N: “Miguel…you’re grieving and I understand that, I think in some way you’ll always mourn the loss of Dana and Gabriella. But we can’t continue this at the expense of my own feelings, I need to know that if we were to keep this up you’re not going to keep hurting me during the process of you healing.”

Miguel: “I understand, I’ll do better I promise.” He felt a wave of relief surge through him. He leaned in to try and hug you but he tensed again when you rejected it, placing your hand on his chest and pushing him away.

Y/N: “I…I think we need a break Miguel…” His shoulders dropped in disappointment

Miguel: “So that’s it? We’re done?”

Y/N: “No…no were not done, I just can’t be around you right now. Just because I sympathize with your pain doesn’t brush over the fact that you just admitted to neglecting me on purpose all this time. I can’t ignore that. I need some space, and I think you do too...”

Miguel: “Y/N…”

Y/N: “Bye Miguel…” You opened the door and exited to see concerned faces all staring as you walked by. It didn’t matter what they thought, today would be your last day anyways. You left your name tag on the front desk and gathered your belongings. Miguel watched from his office window as you got into your car and broke down in the drivers seat before leaving the parking lot

Lyla: “Miguel…are you okay?” she interrupted, watching him stare emotionless out of the window

Miguel: “No.”

Lyla: “…Do you wanna talk about it?”

Miguel: “…”

[satelitis]

꒰ RIPTIDE ꒱ … pjo smau !

pt. II ft. @doyouknowwhoyouare13 @mictodii @spaceagebachelormann &&. @lunarluvbot &lt;3 love you all!!

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@ underthwood

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nnnnnnd we’re back!!

@ j.grace

j.grace: i missed u sm!!!

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Drown, Prt 8 (I)

(Avatar: WOW Oc)

Prt:1 Prt:2 Prt:3 Prt:4 Prt:5 Prt:6(I) Prt:6(II) Prt:7 Pt8(I) Pt8(II) Pt8(III) Prt:9 Prt:10

Quick Note - Hi Luvs! I’m so sorry for the late update life has been kicking my ass rn so agin I’m sorry. This is Pt 1 of chapter 8, Pt 2 should be out later today. 😆 I would also like to give a massive thanks to all the love you guys have shown my fics, it truly makes my day!! 🥰 Have a lovely day/night! 😊

Avatar: WOW spoilers. 

Summary

(During Avatar: WOW) Alue’k is terrified of water, so what happened when some Metkayina boys think it would be funny to drag her into the sea and leave her.

Warnings

Mentions of drowning / fear of water

Slight mentions of blood

Bullying 

Language

If you think anything else needs to be added leave a comment. 

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Anger.

The definition is - a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

Alue’k didn’t like this emotion. She believed it made people do rash, harsh things, made them not think things through and hurt the people they loved. It made people hurt.

She didn’t want people to hurt.

However, now, Alue’k only wanted them to hurt. The bloody plant she had pulled from her lungs was her evidence of their cruelty, not to mention the cuts on her neck and bruised face. They had made her suffer … now she wanted the same for them. 

She wanted them to hurt like she hurt, in time she knew they would but right now she just wanted her family. She crumbled into herself as painful sobs shook her body, Alue’k cliched the blood speckled gill weed to her chest. She didn’t know why, she couldn’t let it go.

Neteyam and Lo’ak where at a loss, they just watched their sister, there baby sister pull a plant from her throat, a plant what was covered in drops of blood.

Neteyam was the first to move, he shuffled close to his sister wrapping his arms around her a pulled her close.

Lo’ak moved shortly after cuddling into his brothers side and grasping Alue’ks hand. 

No words were spoken just silence, comfortable silence.

… - Alue’k! Alue’k!

Eek - This way.

Tonôwa - Bark! Bark!

Shouting (and barking, curtsy of Tonôwa) could be heard from further up the beach, just by the tree line. The three sibling looked in the direction of the sound and a small pit opened in Alue’ks tummy.

Tonôwas came rushing towards his friend and all but ran into her open arms. He rubbed his face into hers, licking at her tear stained face making Alue’k smile, she cuddled close to her friend. Her smile dropped however when she spotted the cut above his shoulder, it was fresh dried blood cling to his skin around the wound. She was going to send these boys back to Eawa.

The two figures made their way down the beach towards the huddles siblings. Alue’k held Tonôwa tight as she buried herself further into Neteyam.

Subconsciously the boys grip tightened slightly as the figure grew closer, he wasn’t scared more relived than anything actually but he could feel Alue’ks fear, so he would hold her close. He would make her feel safe.

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[musette-thornsong]

OJ: Bride of Thrax – Domestic Dispute, Pt. II/Til’ Death Do Us Part

Here we enter the final chapter of the couples vs. enemies. Ozzy intends to save Leah and kill Thrax for the hope of a future together. While Thrax has everything set in motion to his advantage, Aura begins to rethink her choices in life upon seeing the love the cells share for each other. What will this mean for our beloved demon couple? Could this be the end? Find out now…

Warning: Explicit Language/Violence

Aurie Zurie belongs to me

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Ozzy ran after Leah and Thrax towards the cemetery with Aura being unceremoniously swung by her burnt hair. Meanwhile at the cemetery, an unsuspecting white blood cell coroner is at work digging up Thrax’s grave for an autopsy with forensics to further aid the mass murder case. But before he can open the coffin, Thrax hovers above him before shooting a fireball at the poor cell. The blast causes his cytoplasm to explode all over the grave, making Leah even more terrified.

Leah: (screams in horror) AAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

Thrax: (barks) Get down there! MOVE!!

Leah: (hesitantly climbs down in the grave, struggling to lift the heavy lid off the coffin, grunting)

Thrax: (impatiently) HURRY UP!!!

Leah: (screams from the pressure being thrown at her) I’M TRYING YOU FUCKING MIDGET ASSHOLE!!!

Thrax: (angrily fires a warning shot at Leah from his gun)

Leah: (screams from the shot before using all her strength to push the lid off) AAAHH!!

Thrax: (watches intently as the scene unfolded before him)

Leah finally manages to push open the coffin only be met with Thrax’s boney corpse which was ragged and infested with germ rats. The sight was enough to nearly make Leah vomit in disgust whereas Thrax was just as grossed out regardless that it was his own dead body.

Leah: (retracts from the body ready to puke)

Thrax: (shudders in disgust of his rat-infested skeleton) Uuugh! You really didn’t need to see that.

Leah: (looks back to see the Heart of Damballa around the skeleton’s neck)

Thrax: (sees the amulet too, demandingly) Give me the amulet!

Leah: (hesitantly reaches for the amulet before she suddenly snatches it off, breaking the skeleton’s neck)

Thrax: (annoyed) Aw, bitch! Ya broke my neck!

Leah freaks outs before throwing the amulet up at the gravestone as it land near Thrax’s feet. Thrax picks up the amulet with a gleeful look on his face, happy to see an old friend again with his plan ready to come to fruition. But suddenly, Ozzy shows up having finally caught up to them with Aura in his grasp. Thrax spots them before aiming his gun at his old enemy. Ozzy quickly draws Aura’s gun to Thrax in standoff.

Thrax: (stares Ozzy down at gunpoint)

Ozzy: (stares Thrax down back before holding Aura’s head at gunpoint)

Aura: (grunts in pain feeling the cold steel pressed against her head) Ungh!!

Thrax: (eyes widen in horror of his love being threatened, demandingly) Let her go!

Ozzy: (retorts) Let Leah go first!!

Thrax: (lowers his weapon before looking to Leah) Get movin’

Leah: (begins to walk away towards Ozzy)

Thrax: (calls out to her) And Leah?

Leah: (looks back upon hearing her name)

Thrax: (grins maliciously) See ya’ real soon

Leah: (turns back around and continues walking to Ozzy)

Ozzy: (lowers his weapon before putting Aura down carefully)

Aura: (looks up at her old friend almost reminiscently, whimpering in pain)

Ozzy: (looks down at her pitifully, calmly) Get out of here.

Aura: (weakly turns around and walks towards Thrax, sadly) Why can’t I ever get it on with the real good guys?

Aura feels forlorn about her life at how much she had suffered and fallen. She had no family, no home, no job, and her friends and fellow comrades turned their backs on her. Everyone treated her like dirt or a piece of meat they could just dig their claws into. She thought she had finally found some resemblance of happiness when she met Thrax; the only man who seemed to understand her better than anyone. She had sacrificed everything including her humanity to be with him and hoped to have the perfect domestic life. But looking back on it all and how her choices lead to this point, she began to wonder…was it all worth it? She kept limping forward until she crosses paths with Leah before they lock eyes together.  

Aura: (sincerely but sadly) You’re a lucky girl, Leah. Remember that (limps past her towards Thrax)

Thrax: (keep the gun at elbow’s height for good measure)

Ozzy & Leah: (run into each other’s arms, embracing strongly and lovingly)

Aura: (reaches out to Thrax, begging) Catch me, Thrax (falls to the ground, coughing)

Thrax: (dodges her as she fell over, grimacing at the state of his burned bride, before looking to the cell couple) Uugh…

Ozzy & Leah: (kiss each other lovingly in relief that they both managed to survive so long)

Having had enough of mushy scene, Thrax narrows his eyes before flickering the flame in his claw and immediately throws a fire dagger towards Leah. Ozzy sees this and throws himself in the path taking the flaming projectile to back. Ozzy slumps to the ground in pain as Leah struggles to hold him up.

Aura: (looks up weakly to see the lovely couple)

Leah: (panics, faring for Ozzy’s life) Oh, God no!

Ozzy: (grunts, pleading) Pull it out!

Leah: (gasps in pain from the flams burning her hand, firmly grabs the dagger pulling it out swiftly and tossing it to the ground) UUUUUNGH!!

Thrax: (aims the gun at Leah, snaps his fingers recalling the flame to his claw) I’ll take that.

Ozzy & Leah: (hold each other close as they look up at Thrax with fear in their eyes)

Thrax: (picks up Aura’s gun and points both weapons at the cells with the amulet tied to his hand) It’s showtime!

Thrax ties the couple up back-to-back to prevent any further disruptions as Aura laid back against his tombstone. She begins to see how much they were willing to sacrifice to be together and then looks to the demon before her as he begins the chant to perform the ritual. The sky becomes enveloped with storm clouds and lightning swirling around them.

Thrax: (chants with a gun in one hand and the amulet in the other) Ade due Damballa. Give me the power I beg of you!Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte.

Aura: (crawls towards Thrax)

Thrax: (continues the chant) Secoise entienne mais pois de morte. Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa! Endenlieu pour du boisette Damballa!

Aura: (cozies up next to Thrax, leaning against him)

Thrax: (looks down to his bride excitedly, cradling her face in his hand) This is it!

Aura: (looks up to Thrax, wholeheartedly) I love you, Thrax

Thrax: (casually) I know.

Aura: We belong together, forever.

Thrax: (smiles genuinely)

Aura: Kiss me

Thrax lowers his head and kisses Aura more passionately than ever. Leah struggles to get herself and Ozzy free while the demon couple was distracted. Aura slid her hand down Thrax’s torso towards his hips before gently clasping his hand in hers. Suddenly, her hand started to glow with embers and without a second thought, her scarlet eyes flashed golden yellow as she buried her claws into Thrax’s back; scorching his insides with his stolen fire. Thrax screams in agony as he was taken by surprise, having forgotten his love was also a practitioner of dark magic. He rolls to the ground down completely stunned by her sudden betrayal.

Aura: (limps over, looks down on her former flame with regret)

Thrax: (rolls on his side to look up at Aura, groaning) Why?

Aura: (finally seeing the truth before them, sadly) Oh, Thrax. Look at us. Don’t you see? We belong dead.

Thrax: (eyes widened from Aura’s sudden conscientious epiphany)

Aura: (woefully) Goodbye, love. I’ll see you in Hell.

Thrax: (breaths his last breath as his eyes close for the last time)

Leah manages to get both herself and Ozzy free of their binds. They gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes before coming into a strong embrace, glad that the nightmare was finally over. Aura looks out at the sweet couple with hopeful eyes that they will have a better life she did. She felt she could let go of everything and move forward. But that thought was put to an immediate halt when something hard hit Aura upside the head, knocking her to the ground. The sound was enough to catch Leah and Ozzy’s attention. Aura looks over her bloodied head to shockingly see Thrax alive and having hit her with a conjured Hell’s mace. Apparently, she had just barely missed his heart and was only knocked out for a few seconds. Thrax was about to go in for another strike, but Aura blocked his vision by throwing a clump of dirt in his face. Distracted, Aura quickly conjures up a Hell sword and engages Thrax in a duel. Thrax manages pins Aura against a vehicle, but she uses all her strength to push back. Both are at a matching standpoint until Aura bares her fangs and sinks them into Thrax’s hand. Thrax staggers back in pain from his feral bride as she charges him with the sword only to miss. Thrax takes the opportunity to strike her head with the mace, seemingly knocking her out cold as her sword disappears.

Thrax: (makes sure she’s down for the count then resends his mace to Hell, heaving)

Aura: (springs at him in a full-on bloodied rage and proceeds to strangle him to ground while keeping his clawed hand pinned under her boot)

Thrax: (struggles to get free while grasping at Aura’s wrist)

Aura: (chokes him harder, screaming bloody murder) ROOAAAAAAARRRRGHH!!!

Thrax: (manages to his claws free from under her as he springs up before grabbing her throat and immediately stabs Aura through her heart)

Aura: (catches this too late as she feels the Hell’s fire from his claw piercing through her, gasping for air while choking on her blood)

Ozzy & Leah: (stare in udder shock of the scene)

Thrax: (looks into Aura’s suffering eyes, breathing animalistically)

Aura: (looks up into Thrax’s venomous yellow eyes, sorrowfully) My mother always told me “Love would set me free”

Thrax: (grimaces at Aura’s pathetic state before pushing her off his claw) Get off me

Aura: (falls to the ground as she breathes her final breath)

Thrax: (stares down at Aura’s lifeless body, disappointed)

Ozzy: (grabs a shovel charging Thrax and immediately whacks the small demon into the grave)

Thrax: (lands on top of his rat-infested corpse, freaking out as he makes for the ladder) AAAAAAAAGH!!! HAAAGH!! AAGH!!!

Ozzy: (quickly removes the ladder from the grave, trapping Thrax)

Leah: (points Aura’s gun at Thrax)

No sooner did they trap Thrax in his grave, a patrol car pulls up to reveal the Chief of the FPD whose been following the mass murder case. He pulled out his gun the moment he saw Leah and Ozzy.

Chief: (points the gun at them) Let me see your hands!

Ozzy & Leah: (look up to see the Chief)

Chief: (orders to Leah) Drop the gun! Drop it!

Leah: (drops the gun)

Thrax: (screams and shouts frantically while shooting out fireballs) LET ME OOOUT!!! LET ME OUT!!! LET ME OUT!!! LET ME OUT!!! (tries to claw his way out to no avail)

Chief, Ozzy, & Leah: (ducks down from the raging fireballs)

Chief: (looks down shocked to see Thrax alive and in the form of a pint-sized demon) Whoa!

Thrax: (screams ferociously) GRRRRRRRRAAAGH!!

Leah: (grabs the Chief’s plasma gun and points it at Thrax) DON’T MOVE!!!

Thrax: (glares up at Leah & Ozzy menacingly, seeing the killer in the estrogen cell’s eyes)

Leah: (glares back)

Thrax: (challengingly) GO AHEAD AND SHOOT!!! I’LL BE BACK!!! I ALWAYS COME BACK!!!

Leah: (cocks the gun ready to fire)

Thrax: (resigns, sighs annoyed) Yeeeaah…. But dying is such a bitch.

Leah: (fires the gun several times through Thrax’s heart)

Thrax: (gasps as his blood spills out before finally falling dead next to his corpse)

The group looks down at the sight before them trying to unravel what just transpired. As the dawn approached, the Chief looked to the frightened couple.

Chief: No one’s ever gonna believe this, ya know?

Ozzy: (holds Leah close, worried) What’s gonna happen to us, Chief?

Chief: (hears his cellphone ring and picks it up) Chief here. *chatter* Yeah, I’m here now. I’m afraid we got another corpse to add to the list.

Ozzy & Leah: (look at the Chief, worried about the results)

Chief: (gives them a smile of relief) Jones & Estrogen…. Hell, they didn’t do it. *chatter* Just get forensics down here. You’re never gonna friggin’ believe this. (hangs up, looking to the couple) Alright, you two go on home. And stay put!

Ozzy & Leah: (leave quietly in each other’s arms)

Chief: (watches them leave hoping the best for them)

While the Chief waitd for the forensics tam to arriv, he has a look around and comes to find Aura’s burnt miniature corpse soaked in blood. He kneels down to hav a closer look completely unnerved at the grotesque sight

Chief: (disturbed) Jesus…

Remembering what he saw with Thrax, he carefully poked Aura’s body to make sure she was dead. After two more jabs at the husk, he goes in for a more closer looker only for Aura suddenly spring up alive scaring the wits out of the Chief.

Chief: (terrified) GODDAMN!! Son of a bitch! Holy mother of…

Aura: (screams in writhing agony) AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! AAAAAAUUUUGH!!! AAAAAAUUUUAAAAAGH!!!

Chief: Jesus! Jesus! (suddenly notices something moving inside Aura under her wedding dress)

Aura: (continues to scream in pain as she struggled to push it out before shooting out a splash of blood and placenta)

Chief: (gets the full blast of the mess in his face and desperately wipes it off, freaking out) AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!

Aura: (makes one final push releasing a blood-soaked Hellspawn before finally dying)

Chief: (keeps screaming in horror upon seeing the terrifying creature crawl out from under Aura’s dress)

Hellspawn: (crawls out into the world, shrieking)

Chief: (stares horror-stricken at the atrocity)

Hellspawn: (sees the Chief before attacking, shrieking)

Chief: (screams his last breath) AAAAAAUUUUGH!!!

And so, ends tragic tale of our demon lovers and the cell couple who persevered through all Hell had to throw at them. For those of you who enjoyed the Osmosis Jones characters in this Bride of Chucky scenario, thank you for your love and support.

[alpinecowboyy]

Rabid Behaviour Pt. II

I take what is mine. Call me a conqueror All bark - No bite Fleabag mentality won't get you further You'll claw, You'll howl, You won't participate. I'll be the werewolf moon to your feral sun. Shine on me; I'll reflect it back. No lace, No crowns. Shivers down my spine. Back against the wall. You've got me pinned and- I don't plan on fighting back.

18.02.2024 - R

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

writing doesn't go brrr, so playlist for morinel (backstory edition/up to start of canon)

listening links; spotify, youtube

little flower - you'll rise in the wake of the winter / when april calls you from the ground / you'll laugh as the rain starts to whisper / and hold your head up to the clouds

funeral song - if these bare walls could sing, they would sing us a funeral song / push their wooden words into your mouth / they would not wish to be a burden to your tongue

stop and stare - this town is colder now, i think it's sick of us / It's time to make our move, iI'm shakin' off the rust / i've got my heart set on anywhere but here

all the stars - all the stars in the sky, burn to black close your eyes / all the stars in the sky, say goodbye say goodbye / we were here yesterday, now we seem so far away

heirloom - you try your hardest to leave the past alone / this crooked posture is all you've ever known / It is the consequence of living in between / the weight of family and the pull of gravity

crystals - i know i'll wither, so peel away the bark / 'cause nothing grows when it is dark / in spite of all my fears, i can see it all so clear / i see it all so clear

how about forever - there was a time though it seemed strange / when i didn't know your face / and i didn't know your name / somewhere our paths crossed along the way / and now there is only one more thing I've got to say

bow and arrow - won't you hold my hands over my heart? / i want you to close my eyes when it grows dark / oh, we go over the mountains and under the stars

in the embers - like fireworks, we pull apart the dark / Compete against the stars, with all of our hearts / till our temporary brilliance turns to ash / We pull apart the darkness while we can

small hands - and all the angers that they hid inside your chest / we will unravel all of the chains / and toss the remnants all down the drain

kings & queens & vagabonds - restless souls in the desert sand / dream of another land / that heroes and villains claimed before

hell or high water - trees are burning, ravens fly / smoke is filling up the sky / we are running out of time / when the river's running red /and we begin to falter / we'll hang on to the edge

trouble - trouble, coming in the dead of night / trouble, making everything all right / it's in your blood / it's in your bones / you cannot sleep for-

things we lost in the fire - things we lost to the flames / things we'll never see again / all that we've amassed / sits before us, shattered into ash

soldier - soldier keep on marching on / head down till the work is done / waiting on the morning sun / soldier keep on marching on

heart of darkness - the quiet, it swallows us / what's waiting around the corner / senses we cannot trust / hunted by unseen horrors

all the king's horses - i knock the ice from my bones / try not to feel the cold / caught in the thought of that time / when everything was fine, everything was mine

i of the storm - if i could face them / if i could make amends with all my shadows / i'd bow my head and welcome them / but i feel it burning / like when the winter wind stops my breathing

paint - i know how to dream, know how to dream / still, there's a wound and i'm moving slow / though it don't show, though it don't show / i've got a hole where nothing grows / how little you know, how little you know

home ii - broken stones, broken lightning / this house of doubt is what we know / chasing down the silver linings / of wounded minds and wounded souls

the weight of living, pt. i - stepping forward out into the day / shrugging off the dust and memory / though it's soaring still above your head / it is out of sight and none shall see

[bloomgrove]

PT. I, II // DRIFTING AMONGST LILIES Caduceus' life in the Blooming Grove until he was found.

Remember what mom and dad said to us before they left, Caduceus.

+*. ` { his sister, Calliope, tucks the loose curls of his pink bob cut behind his ears as she offers a kiss to his forehead, moving the wispy fringe of hair there too. unconsciously he reaches for the braid he’d made between the waves once their bodies parted from their warm embrace. and he watches as another member of the Clay family gets on the back of a farmhand’s hay cart and disappears into the Savalirwood.

the twisted bark of the row of dark trees making up the entrance to the Blooming Grove stands tall and ever present and leering at his figure. his finger twirling the braid in his hair and twirling strands as Caduceus found himself looking into the foggy abyss of the first morning he found himself alone in the Blooming Grove.

“ tend to the garden, to the graves and our mother’s statue. ”  he recited to nobody. that’s what his mother and father said. his aunt Corrin had told him something entirely different, however, amidst the farewells.

You must leave our home last. Everything will fall into place after that.

if his aunt only knew the eventual dilapidation of their home would she have told him to run into the cursed woods to save himself from the madness to come? of course it’s hard to know an answer when no one returned. but before he could take note and come to terms that his family may have found their burials elsewhere, Caduceus got to work.

the instructions were simple. he and his siblings had done what was asked of them prior to their dwindling numbers and he’d done everything on the list by himself before. a routine that sent him on autopilot each morning after making his bed and turning on the kettle.

Caduceus lived in the mundane and he didn’t mind it.

the first night was still if not a little quiet now that Calliope’s usual rummaging through the outdoor shed and their father’s workshop wasn’t present. he’d almost forgotten he was completely alone until his memory reminded him of the circumstances. there was a peace to the stillness and near silence all around. the fireflies and crickets were his company along with the occasional frog that croaked and hopped across the pond and its lily pads.

over the course of his solitary life it was the sunlight peeking through his windows greeting him in the morning instead of Clarabelle throwing herself upon the sheets and rolling along the mattress. how the bed was made easily too without her tugging playfully at the linen.

Colton was absent from taking the most time in the water closet shaving his beard and Calliope’s voice was missing from insisting for their eldest sibling to hurry up. the kitchen held no sign of his mother, father or aunt Corrin. all of the noise that had been a part of his life only now, now that he was completely at the mercy of nothing is when he notices just how big the cottage had always been.

but with no one to distract him he just goes to work like he’d been asked to. rain or shine he was there. through the sunniest days and stormiest nights. tending to the garden, to the graves and the Wildmother’s statue. and he prayed.

when torrential downpour and strong winds blew away his father’s hat from his head and pricked at the skin beneath his fur he stayed. knee dip in mud in his hiked up skirts. earth staining his bloomers brown and green. the only armour at his disposal an apron and his favourite sweater. Calliope had mentioned she’d left him protection but things weren’t bad yet. not yet. he had to tend to the garden, to the graves and the Wildmother’s statue. and he prayed.

Caduceus found himself sleeping in the greenhouse, thankful for the cot that his mother had put in there a long time ago. he felt that his way he was closer to the garden and with ready tools. until one day the glass roof shattered above him and thick, dark branches covered in the sharpest thorns decided to make his safehouse its abode. ceramics lost to the assault. plants and tools scattered across stone.

but even then, even after clearing the mess he went to tend to the garden, to the graves and the Wildmother’s statue. and his hair had grown so long.

the morning felt uninviting and cold. his chest felt as if those terrible vines made of black and thorn were beneath his flesh, coiling themselves along his rib cage. he began shivering as soon as he stumbled out of bed, feeling around in the dimly lit halls of the Clay cottage until he found his way into the kitchen and with full awareness this time he began to boil water.

teeth chattering in the chilly air he wondered why it was so cold. and that’s when he saw it — the open window he had forgotten to close from yesterday’s exhaustion. quickly he closed it shut and drew the blinds together.

eager to get out of the still damp dress and apron he had on from trudging through the mud yesterday. how could he have been so careless? his mother would reprimand him for nearly getting sick! and with muddy boots too? his bed was probably covered in dirt and grime.

but first order of business; he had to find some gloves.

fingerless as they were, they’ll have to do and Colton would just have to deal with him borrowing a pair when he gets home. if he ever comes home, oh… Colton. Clarabelle… he didn’t want to think about bad things.

“ oh wow. ” his hair had grown that much. well, it’s probably time he made himself look presentable in case of any visitors. he still had hope for that. for someone, anyone to go through the rusted gates.

pulling out the drawer in the water closet Caduceus picked up the trimming shears he and Calliope often shared though he had never cut his own hair. the credit all went to his sister but surely, a little trim won’t hurt.

looking into the mirror, he cut away at the first set of strands and once he’d gained enough confidence he proceeded to do away with the rest. to his fault he let his mind wander, thinking that for someone with as thick a bundle of hair that bringing the length back to his usual bob would take some time.

he just hadn’t expected that with his hope and imagination that someone would surely visit soon and the conversations that he would have with someone can quickly lead to such a disastrous outcome. his breath catches. hands dropping the blade and coming upon rosy tinted lips. he’d cut too much. he’d cut past his ears. the heirloom earring his mother bestowed onto him already peeking through the remaining strands.

Caduceus looked into the mirror, leaned forward even and moved his head side to side to perceive if he was seeing things correctly. and unfortunately he really was. “ oh… oh! ” dainty fingers would run through far too short ruined locks, tears gathering at his eyes. he’s tugging at his hair, hoping that by some miracle it’d all grow back. oh no. oh no, oh no, oh no!

then his eyes catch it. there in the sink among the now fallen pink locks that once belonged to him was the braid he’d rewarded himself with after a day’s hard work yesterday. he picks it up and grasps it in his palm and looks back up at himself in the mirror.

it was so hard. not knowing if anyone would ever come back for him. not knowing if anyone would ever come to the grove. being alone was so hard. cutting hair by yourself is so hard! but the reflection doesn’t say anything. there would be no tending to the garden, or the graves, and he wouldn’t dare present himself to the Wildmother’s statue like this. so he does what’s left to do.

Caduceus screams as the kettle downstairs did too.