#-looks at Velvet- And look at how they massacred my girl

[hollow-port]

Okay. So. I’m not a fan of Hazbin Hotel anymore. I haven’t been in a long ass fucking while. But I need to vent. Velvet was literally the only reason that I was even to look the show’s way, but HOLY FUCK DID VIV FUCK HER UP!! Like come on man! She took a character with an interesting design and cool aesthetic and turned her into... What she is now. Like yes, I’m glad it was confirmed that she’s black. But you’re telling me you took an overlord who controls the fashion and drug rings of hell with a literally haunting social media persence... and just made her into basically an agent for Val & Vox. BORING!! Let her be her own woman!! Give her potions!! Give her something unique that not only makes her an asset to the trio but a fucking threat as well! AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT LAME ASS MINI VAL REDESIGN THEY GAVE HER!!

[sincerelyella]

Last Minute Plans

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)

Characters belong to Pixelberry: Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Please note that my stories are not to be stolen or reposted on any other site. Reblogs and notes are welcome and much appreciated.

Summary: An AU based on the show New Girl (my favorite can you tell??) Just a collection of one-shots and shenanigans that allude to the show. This will NOT be canon, that means this won’t be in Cordonia and Liam isn’t a King. If you have watched the show before, you know they are in Los Angeles, California. Catch up on The Loft here

A/N: Finally posting something for @choicesflashfics​ this week and it’s my favorite AU that I’ve written so far. Prompt will be in bold. 

A/N 2: It’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything - mostly because work has been crazy and studying related to work has also taken up a lot of my time. My taglist is very old so feel free to ignore should you not want to read this mess lol

Thank you @deb-1106 for reading through this a bit, I love you!

Ratings/Warnings: M - mature content; adult language; sexual innuendos; some overall inappropriateness because it’s the Loft 🤷🏽‍♀️

Words: 1215

Liam paced back and forth as Drake, Max and Leo followed him, all of their heads going right to left and right to left, and back again.

Leo broke the silence. “Bro, what’s wrong with you?”

Liam stopped and gave his friends and brother a confused look. “When did you guys get here?”

“Are you serious right now?” Drake stood and walked towards his best friend. “Li, why are you pacing the floor?”

“Oh, I …” he looked at the floor and then back up at Drake. “I want to propose to Ella.”

Everyone gasped, while Leo and Max stood from the couch.

Maxwell clapped his hands in excitement. “You are?!”

“How? Where’s the ring? When is this happening?!” Leo yelled as he hopped up and down.

“Relax, relax,” Drake hollered over everyone’s voices as he turned to his best friend. “Do you need help with anything?”

“I got her a ring already,” Liam pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket and opened it. “I’m just not sure when or how to do it. Maybe tomorrow?”

Leo snatched the box out of his brother’s hand. “Whoaaaa, this thing is fat!”

“Real helpful, Leo,” Drake mumbled. “You know Ella is crazy about you. Any way you ask her she’s going to cry.”

Liam ran his hands through his thick blonde hair nervously. “You think?”

“Good tears!” Max interrupted.

Drake nodded. “Really good tears.”

“Remember when we didn’t even think this whole Liam and Ella thing was going to happen?” Leo elbowed Max’s side.

“Yeah, we had our doubts.”

“Wait, what?” Liam’s eyes narrowed.

“You guys just kept breaking up and getting back together!” Max shrugged and looked to Leo for backup.

“I mean, there was the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre-”

“No, no,” Max shook his head. “I think it was the Comic-con Dump-A-Thon.”

“You have names for our breakups?” Liam retorted in annoyance.

Leo nodded. “It would really all blur together if we didn’t.”

A year and a half earlier

“You are so annoying in those little sexy shorts you wear! Just shut up!”

Ella’s hands were on his hips yanking him close to her. “You shut up!”

They began to kiss again, tongues tangling and curling together for a few moments until Liam pulled away. “Shut up and take off your clothes,” he pointed at her. “I mean it, Ella, shut up and take off your clothes right now,” he demanded as he pulled his own shirt off, kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt.

She huffed and began to pull off her jacket in purposeful motions. “Why are you so ridiculous and chaotic? You can’t even tell me how you feel!”

Liam’s eyes darkened with desire. “I’ll tell you how I feel right now. I want you,” his mouth collided with hers as he swallowed her moans. “I’ve wanted you from the moment you walked into this loft. Now take off your clothes, Ella.”

Max strolled down the hall eating a banana and stopped short when he saw Liam and Ella getting lost in each other in the living room. Drake, who was walking right behind him, bumped into his back and dropped his phone onto the floor with a clang. “Beaumont!”

“Shhh!” Max flailed his arms and pushed his friend back, shushing him as he went.

“I want my bagel, Beaumont! It just popped up from the toaster and if I wait too long it gets too hard,” Drake whined.

“Drake! It’s 10 at night and you’re eating a bagel?” Max shook his head and pushed him into his bedroom. “Don’t answer that,” he huffed and stuck his ear against the door. “Did you see Liam and Ella?! They were finally getting it on!”

Drake smacked Maxwell in the back of the head. “You’re listening to them fucking? And why are they fucking in our living room?!”

Present day

“Okay, we did not have sex in the living room!”

Drake rolled his eyes. “Well we didn’t know that, Li!”

“You two just went back and forth, kissing and then yelling at each other,” Max casually walked into the kitchen to grab an apple. “Like the time we all went to that speed dating event.”

A year ago

“Why did you bring me here?” Drake hissed as his eyes darted around the room. “I knew this was shady as fuck!”

“Shut up, Walker, all we said was there would be good whiskey and you got in the car,” Leo snickered.

“I need new friends,” Drake mumbled as he wandered off in search of said whiskey.

Max surveyed the room. “Where are Ella and Hana?”

Leo shrugged. “No idea but that blonde over there has me written all over her.”

“That’s not how speed dating works, Leo!” Max grabbed his friend’s arm to keep him in place. “Where did Liam and Ella go?”

Leo turned his head and jutted his chin out. “They’re over there bickering by the entrance.”

Maxwell’s eyes widened. “Shit. If looks could kill-”

“They’d both be dead,” Leo finished as they both made their way to the doors to hear better.

Liam and Ella stood with their arms crossed as they faced each other.

“El, you liked kissing me. It’s totally fine to say that,” Liam whisper yelled. “I’m not on my knees asking you to marry me for God’s sake! It was a nice kiss.”

Ella’s eyes were like daggers as she stared at him. ”You were like a dog and my mouth was full of dog … milk. Don’t start with me William!”

The fact that she said his full name made him snap and forget about the people around them. “It was like a damn fairy tale okay?!” He bellowed. “It was the best kiss of your life! You have to take some responsibility, tarting around in those short shorts!”

Leo and Max snorted.

“Wait a second. Pause and rewind … what did you just say?”

Liam’s nostrils flares. “I am a man, Ella! Short shorts are my catnip.”

Present day

“You heard that?” Liam asked with wide eyes. “So much for privacy,” he grumbled. “It was a frustrating time for me okay?”

“It really doesn’t matter,” Leo waved his hand in the air. “You guys have been strong together and now you want to marry her,” he slapped his hands over his heart. “The real question is … who is going to be your best man?”

“That would be me,” Drake slid his eyes to Liam for confirmation.

“Well I-“

Leo cleared his throat loudly. “Excuse me, but I think it would be me, Walker Whiny Pants. I’m his brother.”

Drake’s face turned slightly red in aggravation at the nickname. “You’re out of your fucking mind, Rys Potato Chips!”

“What’s with the nicknames?” Max piped up from his seat on the couch.

Liam waved his arms in the air. “We have digressed so far down the rabbit hole. I just want to plan how I’m going to propose! Can any of you buffoons help me with that without arguing?”

“Alright, alright,” Leo yanked a large whiteboard out from behind the tv along with a stand and dry erase markers.

Drake’s eyes widened. “Have those been back there the whole time?”

“My room was full,” Leo explained with a large grin. “Let’s plan this shit!”

[dragonsbone]

Because I'm an old woman with terrible eyesight: do you have the write up of all the text in your gorgeous gifset?

hi love !! i can do that just for you <3

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⟶ “father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger…” the words foreign to lord edmure and the frey girl, but all too familiar to the king and queen of the north, whom each struggled to hide their smiles as they recalled their own wedding night.

⟶ when it was time for the feast, the lords and ladies of houses stark, frey, and tully rejoiced together in celebration. it hardly seems plausible they were at odds only weeks prior.

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⟶ “you look pale, child,” catelyn spoke in a concerned hush.

“i’m afraid this much wine does not agree with me,” sarra answered, clearing her throat and averting her gaze.

her eyes landed on josana and catelyn smiled faintly, “the queen looks beautiful, does she not?”

sarra had a faraway look in her eyes, “she does.”

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⟶ “if we were wed in winterfell, would you honor the bedding ceremony in the name of tradition?” josana asked her husband.

robb turned to meet her gaze, the mischief vanquished in his ice blue eyes. “i would beat a man bloody if they dared to try it.”

⟶ one of the frey boys approached her seat. “pardon me, your grace,” he began, his cheeks blushed as red as the wine. “these are for you, my queen. a token for a long and joyful marriage.” the boy gifted her a small bouquet of the flower, lily of the valley. the white, bell- shaped flower was common in the riverlands. not as beautiful as a rose, yet josana graciously accepted it.

⟶ out of the corner of her eye, josana caught a glimpse of catelyn. she watched the young lovers from afar, but she did not bore the pointed look upon her face she’d grown accustomed to in their presence. no, tonight she wore the faintest of smiles on her lips. perhaps it was the result of the wine for the change of her demeanor, or perhaps, for a sliver of hope, lady stark began to favor them after all this time.

⟶ odd, she thought. she knew the bone-chlling tune of the rains of castamere as if she wrote the melody herself. the bards played it often at casterly rock, but never here. a lannister song for a lannister queen, how fitting.

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⟶ the tune of the rains of castamere plagued her mind. in a coat of gold or a coat of red. a lion still has claws. catelyn’s stare darted from lord walder, to josana, to robb, and back to roose, whom his own eyes remained fixed upon hers and his sleeve upon the table.

cautiously, catelyn raised a shaky hand to lift lord bolton’s silk sleeve. her old, fragile heart sank further at the sight of the iron rings.

⟶ “i feel i’ve been.. remiss in my duties. i’ve given you meat, wine, music, but i haven’t shown you the hospitality you deserve. my king has married and i owe his bride tribute. a toast to the queen in the north! a lioness in wolf pelts.”

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⟶ in a blink of an eye, the glorious wedding had become a massacre. she saw the bodies of men who were breathing just moments ago, now nothing more than rotting corpses.

⟶ a pair of strong hands seized her from behind, pulling her away from the slaughter. josana thrashed violently in their grip, her hands frantic as they searched blindly to find something to pull or scratch. though every effort to free herself was in vain. they dodged every attack from the lioness. if only she had kept ssarra's blade at her side.

sarra. gods, where was she? please don’t be amongst the dead, josana prayed.

⟶ “robb, get up. get up and walk out! please, please! save yourself, save your wife! think of her and the babe. if not for me, think of them! live for them!”

“josana…” robb staggered on his feet. his bloody hands clung to josana’s arms, steadying himself. she felt his blood seep through her velvet gown, tainting her fair skin. “mother… grey wind…”

catelyn nodded, “yes, go to him! take josana and walk out of here!”

⟶ “the queen won't be harmed. this is after all the fruit of her labor.”

josana stiffened, her flushed cheeks now paler than the dead surrounding them. he knew. the secret she hoped to be buried with her was brought to light.

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⟶ “the lannisters send their regards.” ord bolton words rang in the air before his knife pierced through her husband’s heart, and twisted.

josana held robb as his body fell limp in her arms. the tears burned as the ran down her cheeks. tiny droplets scattered across his face, though he did not flinch. he did not move at all, still as a statue in the crypts of winterfell. and now that’s where he would remain, buried and far out of her reach. josana wailed. she screamed and cried until her throat grew raw and hoarse.

⟶ she noticed the blade still lodged in robb’s heart. josana grabbed the knife and held the bitter steel to her throat. you wont take me nor my babe! before she could slice through her own flesh, the blade was wrenched from her throat, but the lioness refused to surrender. she wrestled for a last chance for control and firmly grasped onto it’s sharp edge. the pain soared through as it cut deep into her palm, the blood pouring down her arms. not before long, it slipped out of her hand.

⟶ lord bolton struck her hard across the cheek. the blow sends her falling, her head colliding with the ground. pain and darkness spread until then there is nothing else. the last thing she saw before she succumbed to the empty black was white petals turning red with her husband’s blood.

[basketoflemons]

Diary 9/11/23

What makes great art? Or what makes a great album? One point of view is what were the artist's intentions? And then how well was it executed?

I wanted to find a good Brian Jonestown Massacre album on Spotify. Around 2004 or 5, I saw the documentary Dig and then a friend of mine shared a burned CD of some of their songs. There was no detail written on it, no album title, no track listings. It's been quite a while since I listened to a CD.

So I tried finding it on Spotify. I browsed through their albums and collections of their songs, but with no success in confirming it was the same as the songs I had on that CD years ago. I found a couple songs from one album that really struck me called "Bravery, Repetition, and Noise". The songs were Nevertheless and Open Heart Surgery.

I listened to the album. It was all right. It had a mellow slightly dark vintage rock n roll feel. I could hear some Rolling Stones, some Velvet Underground, but a little looser.

I then was curious about what had been written of this album so I looked it up on Pitchfork. The reviewer gave it a 5.8. He said it was awfully forgettable. If it had been an EP of the first six songs it could have been great, but the others fall flat.

Of course you have to be careful with Pitchfork or whatever the popular music review publisher is.

After reading that I started reading the lyrics to the songs on the album which left me with a bad taste. Take the song Stolen, for example. It's a pleasing, calm, acoustic song. It tells the story of the singer stealing a car to see a girl who then breaks his heart. Maybe I am old but it's a little bit too literal.

Then let's look at Nevertheless, which is by far my favorite song on the album in terms of sonically. It's not fast, it's upbeat but meloncholia. The guitars and vocals are nicely balanced. But then I read the lyrics as Spotify has made it so easy to do so. It seems like another Love song.

If I knew a way out

From breaking your heart

Was it free for the taking?

To tear it apart?

To tear you apart?

I am just not sure anything is being said. It seems empty and just something they could sing along with the music. Just an afterthought.

But these are just my thoughts at the moment. I do like the music itself and the sound of the vocals. I like a clever lyric, but I usually just listen to them as a sound.

And maybe Brian Jonestown Massacre is doing something I am missing.

So back to my original idea about great art. What did BJM intend to do here? They wanted to make some psychedelic rock n roll. I think they did that and some of it is great. The lyrics do feel on the empty side.

The band has 18 albums or so. It seems they are hardly perfectionists. Putting stuff out even though it's unrefined.

So maybe in positive way the Pitchfork reviewer is right. It's forgettable. Maybe BJM didn't care if you forgot them. Maybe it was about being in the moment and living the rock n roll life.

[poisoned-peppermint]

I'd throw this brick at you but that police car needs its window broken (Incorrect quotes)

More Incorrect quotes the bees demand it and I must fulfill their desires

Long post

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Velvet: Did it hurt?

Antfrost: *rolls eyes* let me guess, when I fell from heaven 

Velvet: no

Antfrost: What?

Velvet: *grins* when you fell for me

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Skeppy: Hey, you wanna see something beautiful??

Bad: Sure!

Skeppy: *holds up a mirror facing Bad*

Bad: *blushes*

Bad: *whispering* I wish you would stop sometimes…

Skeppy, casually: only when you stop being so irresistibly adorable.

Bad: *blushes harder* 

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Skeppy: Who the fuck

Bad: Language

Skeppy: Whom the fuck

Bad: *sighs* no

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George: you know I’m jealous of you

Dream: Huh? Why?

George: your partner is way hotter than mine *walks away*

Dream: wait but

Dream: but wE ARE DATIN-

Dream: COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT

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Dream: *drunk*

George: Come on, let's get you home

Dream: I am

George: ??

George: whAt

Dream: I’m with you

George:

George: *dies inside*

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Sapnap:Have you ever dated anyone?

Karl:No

Sapnap: *genuinely surprised* HOW!?

Karl: *shrugs* I don’t know, never asked, never got asked.

Sapnap: *under breath* but you’re so beautiful 

Karl: what?

Sapnap: what?!

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Tubbo: I was sitting there so like move.

Ranboo: *grins* Nah

Tubbo: Fine then *Sits on Ranboo

Ranboo: This is nice *hugs tubbo from behind*

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Dream: Gonna see how hard I can bully the gay little protaganist kid until I get my redemption arc privilege revoked 

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Skeppy: *sitting in Bads lap* Pay attention to me.

Bad: We were just making out two seconds ago

Skeppy: I don’t see your point.

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5up: I want to see us grow old together.

Fundy: Are you assuming I want to live?

5up: …Are you ok?

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Ranboo: Why must my feelings be “rational”? Is it not enough to sit quietly in my Hawaiian shirt, deranged?

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Skeppy: I like my men fruity and pathetic. You wouldn’t get it.

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Techno: I think killing people should be legal because it’s funny.

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Tubbo: *mob boss voice* look how they massacred my poor little meow meow

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Fundy: Vibe check! *eats your heart and absorbs your power*

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Fundy, playing a rhythm game: no one will ever Fucking love me. Omg full combo!

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Fundy, in a vampire voice: I vant to be emotionally stable

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Bad: I’m well aware that I've accidentally set myself on fire and it’s none of your business. I don’t need your pity water either. Let me burn in peace.

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Bad while sipping apple juice out of a champagne glass and looking dramatically off into the distance: I’ve had it.

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Bad: Blood is, of course, one of the greatest fashion statements.

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Tommy: Watch out bro…next thing you know i’m gonna be peeling an orange and sharing it slice by slice with you

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Bad - mallgoth malewife manwhore

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5up to Fundy: baby boy you are so cringe i want you

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Tubbo: i go to home depot

Tubbo: i eat the tools

Ranboo: Stop it

Tubbo: crumch

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Wilbur: No alcohol in this flask girl this is miso soup

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Bad: Do you ever get water hungry?

Puffy: Water Hungry??

Ant: Do you mean thirsty?

Bad: *blinks* oh

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Tubbo: *Coming out of the shower*

Ranboo: Finally.. I can brush my teeth.

Tubbo: Brushing your teeth is the only time you clean your skeleton.

Ranboo:.......Thanks...I needed that weird out of the blue fact today.

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Skeppy: Babe ur eyes are like stars. There’s so damn many of them. Why so many eyes, my sweet eldritch beauty? Wh

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Ranboo to tubbo: you alright babe?  you hardly said cows when we passed that field of cows

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Niki: *giggles cutely* i'm going to snap

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Puffy: Diversity win! Im bisexual and im going to kill you!

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Eret: *slowly removes heart-shaped sunglasses* I beg your fucking pardon

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Dream: Stop calling me a bad person just because im orchestrating your down fall

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Dream: half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

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Skeppy to Bad: “I’m feral and goblin-like” that’s great now can you get all the bowls of cereal out of your room

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Sapnap: In my deffence I’m dumb as hell, your honor

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Ponk : Dudes be like “I know a place” and then you end up chained in their basement

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Niki: “I could fix him” good for you I guess. I could be the only thing he’s truly afraid of.

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Bad: I will never elaborate because I have no idea what I just said.

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Bad: every day I put on my evil little clothes and do my evil little tasks

*after the usual feedback* 

Bad: every day I put on normal pants and do my normal flippin tasks. That is what you guys wanted me to flippin say! Everyday  I wEAR THE SAME T-SHIRT I WORE YESTERDAY AND TOAST MYSELF A FUDGEING BAGEL IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT!

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Wilbur: ok first of all I didn’t “miss” the red flags I looked at them and thought yeah that's sexy.

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Quackity: ok yes I may be evil and morally corrupt but I’m also incredibly beautiful and I think that makes up for it honestly.

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Bad: Attacking people and biting them and killing them has many health benefits. Not for them obviously but my skin has never looked better.

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Bad: I’m not angry with you, I was being playful. I stabbed you with my fun knife.

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let me know if you want more along with the increasingly odd titles   

[murderslugs]

Slasher Bf/Gf Scenarios/Imagines! || Meeting Them

Jason Voorhees (Friday The 13th)

You were out with friends, and it was getting awfully late. But still, there you were, with a flashlight and a backpack with a first-aid kit, some snacks, and water in it, just in case, walking through the abandoned camping trail with your friends. You guys had grown up in a town not too far away from the little old camp, and you’d heard all the stories that surrounded the place. For years you had just dismissed it, you all had passed it off as a local legend or rumor, but still there was a little spark of curiosity. Of course, this is what led you to where you reside now, exploring the camp in search of something peculiar, maybe a story to tell.

“Maybe we should go home...It’s late and I’m not feeling well..” your friend, Ruby, said wearily. It was true, you could see the illness in her dark, drooping eyelids. “Oh, bullshit! You’re fine, just drink some water and go throw up on a tree or something!” another friend yelled out. You just rolled your eyes. “Shut up! She doesn’t look too good, Otis! I think I should bring her back to the car to sit down.” You said with concern. To the dismay and groaning of the group, they let you and Ruby on your way back down the trail and to the car while they continued down the path. 

As you made your way to the car, Ruby fell close behind in your steps. Your flashlight flickered continually, and then suddenly gave out; leaving you two in the dark, and the pale moon barely illuminating through the trees above you. “Shit,” you muttered to yourself, hitting the battery pack to the light repeatedly. “Stop, quiet,” Ruby whisper-shouted. That’s when you heard the rustling of the branches getting closer. Closer. Closer. “Maybe we shou…” You turn around, to see Ruby gone. 

“Ruby? Ruby?!” You shouted out, to no response. You turned frantically, searching for any sign of her presence. A large man in a ski mask and an old, ruined jacket stood before you, silent. Before you could turn to run or get around him, you felt a sudden pressure on the side of your head, and then you saw black.

Michael Myers (Halloween)

It was Halloween night, and you were home from college for fall break. Your mom insisted that you took your younger sister trick-or-treating, even though you refuted that she was 12 years old, and could handle herself. So, you just took her block to block instead and sat on the corner of the street for her to walk down to the other end and get to all the houses. It was a small town, so there were never really concerns about kidnapping and such. It was just never a problem, you guess. 

“Go, Riley. You’re a big kid, you can go down the street.” You groaned, tired of her constant whining. “But (y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn), It’s dark down there!! There’s not a street light at the end!!” she whined insistently. You sighed heavily and pulled your phone out of your pocket. “Here. You can use the flashlight on my phone, just don’t snoop through my info.” You told her, handing over the old smartphone, and pulling a pumpkin-shaped sucker from her trick-or-treat bag. “You owe me this.” 

You unwrapped the cheap candy and popped it into your mouth, leaning on the house fence as your sister skipped down the sidewalk. The leaves rustled in the trees, and suddenly you heard footsteps behind you, and whipped around to see who it was. It was on the quieter side of town, and it was getting late. This meant that there shouldn’t be many people out, so there shouldn’t be someone behind you. But still, you came face-to-chest with a tall man in a dark blue jump-suit type outfit, and a white mask. You panicked, and thought quickly about how to fight back. Unfortunately, he seemed to be faster than you, and your mouth was covered as you were picked up and carried off into the darkness, legs kicking uselessly. 

Carrie White (Carrie)

You were at the library when you saw a pale girl browsing through the young adult fantasy section. You observed her actions, as she readjusted her dress and collar. She carefully picked a book from the shelf and flipped it to the back to read the description. You saw a flash of the cover, and realized it was one of your favorite series, Chronicles of Narnia. You hesitated but stepped forward in a bit of excitement.

“That’s a good one, I, um, really recommend checking it out.” You told her with a smile, and she looked up, seemingly a bit taken aback. You realized this, and took a step back to give her space. “Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you...I’m (y/n).” You stuck out your hand, and she just looked down at it, book in hand. “Carrie...Sorry, mama never liked me talking to strangers…” “No, no, it’s okay, I underst-” “No, it’s okay...She’s been gone a while now.” She looked down. 

You stood awkwardly, feeling a bit bad now. “You seem kind enough. I’ve got to go, but we can talk again another time. I come here every Sunday, around noon.” Carrie said quietly, smiling softly and turning, taking Narnia with her. You sat to yourself, a bit confused about the interaction. You shook your head and carried on. “Next Sunday it is,” You thought to yourself.

Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

There was a new girl at school, as you had heard. How could you not have when everyone was talking about it? She had moved here recently after some sort of tragedy occured, or so you’d heard. It was rumored that she had to have surgery cause someone tried to kill her, she was all stabbed up and shit and nearly bled out. You can’t imagine how awful that would be, and you kept thinking about how she probably came here for a new start, and wouldn’t want people asking about it, but you knew it would happen anyways.

It was 3rd period, Anatomy, when a girl you’d never seen before walked into the classroom. This, of course, must have been the new girl. She was absolutely glowing, even from afar. Her hair was voluminous, rich, and dark, her skin was clear and shiny, her eyes were sharp and bright. It took your breath away trying to take in the sight. The girl’s heels clicked as she trailed to the back of the classroom, to where you were. She sat beside you, at the lab table. 

You tried not to look at her, after all, you didn’t want to seem weird. You looked at the floor and over to her shoes. A few drips of a thick, crimson substance were on the floor beneath her, seemingly originating from her shoe. You wondered for a moment if she was hurt. Or, could she have hurt someone else..? It scared you a bit to think about the second option. God knows this school didn’t need another bully, or anything worse than it.

You were tranced, stuck in your own looming dark thoughts, when a velvet voice came to your ears. You snapped your glance up from the floor, to see the girl looking at you, specifically. To your dismay, blood rushed to your face out of embarrassment. “I’m Jennifer. Do you have a pen I can use?”

Billy Loomis (Scream)

You were in your brand new house, you had moved out and into the next town over from your parents. You wanted to be further away, but you knew that your mom would be upset, she was always so protective. She even said that she expected you to come visit her on the weekends. The relationship was a bit exhausting sometimes. But now, you were in your own house, and it was great. You could decorate it however you wanted, you could have whoever you wanted over, you could do basically whatever.

Though, for now, you decided to just make some off-brand pizza rolls and blare some music, maybe even dance around a little bit. Season Of The Witch by Donovan was playing on your stereo when suddenly your phone rang. You paused the music, and quickly answered. Normally, you would check the caller ID, but you were in a good mood and it completely slipped your mind. I mean, who cares if it's a scam caller? You can just hang up. To your surprise, it wasn’t a familiar voice, but didn’t seem to be a scam-caller. Maybe a wrong number? 

“Do you like scary movies?” The other line said. You were suspicious, and for a second you considered that maybe it was a survey. It didn’t seem to be a harmful question, so you replied, “Yeah, duh. If you don't, you're pretty lame.” You turned the music back on, but turned the volume down. He asked a few follow-up questions, and you gave your honest answers. You just strolled around the kitchen, occasionally checking the timer on your food so that it doesn’t burn. 

You had your phone pressed between your ear and your shoulder, and you had on oven mitts as you grabbed your pizza rolls from the oven. “What’s your name?” The caller suddenly asked. You paused for a second as you put the cooking sheet on the counter. “Why do you wanna know..” You asked cautiously. “Well, I wanna know the name of the cutie I’m looking at.” He said, and your heart damn near stopped. “Excuse me..?” You hung up and quickly ran to the doors, double-checking the locks and locking the windows and shutting the curtains. You grabbed a knife from the silverware drawer and locked yourself in your room, where you eventually fell asleep in the dark silence.

Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

You had just moved out to the country-side to start anew, planning to start a small farm and just live in peace on the quiet little land. Little did you know, you had neighbors across the field that weren’t exactly the type of neighbors that you could ask for a cup of sugar. You were hanging the new drapes for the windows after having taken the old ones down. They were old, dirty, ragged. Honestly, the old farmhouse was sort of let to rot for a while, and you knew it. It was cheap though, and you were up to the challenge. You decided that you would decorate it, clean it up, and make it like brand new, even with the little money that you had. 

As you were hanging the drapes, you kept looking out into the distance of the rolling fields outside the window, littered with patches of wild flowers in the grass. You fantasized about making gardens, maybe even building a little stable for a horse or two. It was a lovely thought; there was a small village a little while away from the farm that you could ride a horse to if you wanted. 

Though, some distance away in the field, you saw the figure of what looked to be a man wandering in the field. You weren’t too worried, as you had all the locks in place, it was the middle of the day, and he looked peaceful. So, you just forgot about it and went on fixing up your house, unpacking, and getting the rest of the things in place. Although you had been there about a week, you still understandably weren’t completely unpacked. 

A few hours later, you were doing a bit of drawing on the couch and taking some time to relax. That’s when you heard a thud on your door. Just a single thud, that’s all. Still, you had reason to be concerned, as you were sort of in the middle of the country and it was starting to set into the evening. You quietly walked to your bedroom and grabbed a shotgun from the closet that you kept for protection, a tradition in your family. You carried it with you as you checked the door. You looked through the thin peephole, but saw nothing. You opened the door to find a paper stuck to the door by a rusty hatchet, buried deep into the oak. Your heart rate spiked as you tore the note from the door and read it. “Welcome to the neighborhood, pretty person” was spelled in crude handwriting.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

“What should I do with you?”

She gave him a menacing smile while he was chained to her heart shaped bed draped in blue velvet sheets. He stared back at her wide eyed with duck tape covering his mouth. She watched as the sweat on his handsome face trickled from his forehead and nose. He clung to the chains with a tight grip and his feet moved across the bed attempting to break free even though there was no use. She adjusts her sexy, black, bustier corset top to make her ample and round breasts sit higher, almost touching her chin. She’s wearing a tiny black thong and fish net stockings to bring the naughty look together. Fluffing her sleek, black bob, she climbed onto the bed like a feline and crawled to him.

She straddled his lap torturously slow, her piercing red eyes never leaving his panicking ones. Licking her ruby lips, flashing her tongue ring, she arched her back over him and pressed her chest against his bare one. As soon as the lace of her corset touched his skin he shivered and mumbled against the tape imprisoning his lips. He couldn’t avoid the red of her eyes and shiny black of her hair that complimented her brown skin. She has a very voluptuous body, complete with large breasts. A tattoo from her neck down to the tops of her breasts had so much detail. It looked like a heart shaped flower with key lock in the center. The piercing of her Cupid’s bow gleamed in the light as she leaned in to swipe her tongue over his sweaty cheek.

“If only you could see the fear in your eyes...it almost makes me sorry for you, but then, that wouldn’t be like me, would it?”

He shook his head vigorously. She takes a single finger with a long, black, oval shaped nail to trail down his cheek gently as if attempting to sooth him. A tsk-tsk sounded escaped from her mouth before she wagged her finger in his face as if he is a misbehaving child.

“Despite my sadistic ways, I am a hopeless romantic. Believe it or not...”

She reaches over to grab a red sharpie from an end table. With the sharpie in her hand, she uncaps it before grabbing his jaw with force to keep him still. Her nails dug into his cheeks painfully while she drew a set of lips on the tape.

“And a cold-blooded killer...that craves warm blood...”

She admired her work with a tilt of her head before securing the sharpie and tossing it over her shoulder. It could be heard clattering to the floor in the distance faintly since it’s covered in carpet.

“Would you like to know why I picked you tonight out of all the other men who so desperately want me?”

He nodded his head rather quickly and his nose pressed down against the duck tape causing it to fold. She noticed and smoothed it out before leaning forward to kiss him over the drawn on lips.

“Because you want to die...right?” She spoke against his tape covered lips, “you came here to Fangtasia to die? Your miserable life brought you here and look where you ended up...chained to my bed...but, that’s not all.”

She sat up and smoothed her jet black hair from her face. The low thump of a base from the music above them filtered through the walls.

“We let you useless humans come here because you willingly give us your blood. True blood...disgusting synthetic crap the Japanese made in a lab...a waste of science...nothing is better than the real thing.”

In a flash, her pointy, razor sharp fangs appeared as her ruby lips parted. She took a deep inhale when a vein filled with blood bulged from his neck out of shock. She could also feel his dick jumping between her legs.

“Is that your little dick that I feel? the fact that you got hard from my fangs alone you pathetic piece of shit...”

Like the speed of light, she was down on him with her fangs breaking the flesh of his neck to suck his blood. She could hear his heart rate slowing down, she could feel his body getting colder and yet she gripped his chin with a death grip as she drained him. Before she could take him fully, her tresses are yanked and her head is extended back to where she could only focus on the ceiling. She recognized his strong, woodsy scent. But there is another scent lingering as well. Something like flowers, strawberries or even honey…

“You missed Daddy, Lana?”

His nose pressed into her hair.

“You smell like her.” She spoke with jealously lacing her tongue along with her victims blood.

He grabbed her by her chin and turned her towards him. She locked her eyes with his obsidian ones and almost melted. He’s shirtless with a moto jacket on, black jeans, and black combat boots.

“How long are you going to keep up this charade? I’m sick of her being around. Just drain her already!”

“Who do you think you’re talking to, Lana? You forget that I’m your maker one too many times. What I decide to do is none of your fucking concern. You do what I say, clear?”

He let go of her and stared down at the lifeless body beneath her with a puddle of blood beneath his head.

“Is this the motherfucker who sat on my throne chair?” He spoke deeply.

“Yes, it’s him. His dick got hard when I showed him my fangs. He actually thought I would fuck him! How pathetic.”

She shook her head at his lifeless body.

“Frail...white...pathetic...”

“Let’s not forget food, baby girl.” He said with a chuckle.

Growling, she takes both of her hands to wrap around his neck before Beheading him. Blood sprayed out and covered her body like water from a shower faucet. She licked her lips to taste him again before climbing off the bed.

“You didn’t answer my question, Erik. How long before you kill her and share some of that blood with me?”

“Tamara is mine. Mine to taste...”

“Does she even know what she is?”

Erik froze in his footsteps to the door.

“No. Not yet.”

He looked over his shoulder at his progeny.

“I plan to tell her...she seems to be evolving...curious...”

Lana rolled her eyes.

“You have feelings for her, don’t you?”

Erik clenched his jaw and turned away from Lana.

“You don’t have feelings, remember?” She reminded him with a sly smirk of her blood covered lips.

That’s all that I have in my drafts! But this is Erik’s progeny. Her name is Lana Valentine and she was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1908. She’s a survivor of the Tulsa, Oklahoma massacre. Her parents made sure she was safe to escape but they sadly died. Later in life, Lana became a singer for a jazz night club in Chicago. There, she met Erik in 1935 shortly after his maker released him.

[razeluxe]

Razeluxe’s Top Ten Female Characters

Yep. It’s here. A list of my all time favorite ladies in anime/video games. This list was way harder for me than the male version, after compiling my favorites I had like 20 characters so I had to cut it down... I will shout them out somewhere further down towards the end...warning you right now that this is long...I have a lot of thoughts about these characters and I did my utmost to avoid outright posting spoilers - enjoy!

10) Bianchi (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!)

Once again someone from Reborn makes the list. What can I say, they have great characters and omg Bianchi is incredible. She’s Gokudera’s sister that I was harping about on the male list...she develops from this hyper focused girl to a true mother figure who helps care for her group as well as being a mother figure to some of the younger girls. Later on in the series she’s very attentive and always knows the right things to say...she gave some advice to some of the girls about men, especially in one particular episode that I will not mention but if you know it you know it - I was floored with on the nose she is about things...she can read people and situations extremely well and she serves as like this backbone to her group...there’s stuff between her and her brother that are extremely interesting too - this girl despite being there for others has this considerable weight on her that she tells her brother about at the end of the series - Bianchi is a complicated character who really deserves more love - she doesn’t fight often in this anime but she has proven time and time again that you don’t always have to be out on the front lines in an shounen anime to be a great character and also...she’s hot.

9) Emma Millstein (Trails of Cold Steel)

Emma in ways is similar to Bianchi here, being a mother figure as well as President of Class VII but what I find interesting about her character is what she’s hiding, as well as her insecurities. She spends a really long time hiding things because reasons I will not mention because you need to play the series - when she comes out with what she needs to say she really grapples with her feelings as well as her inferiority complex when she compares herself to her sister. She grows though..man does she grow...she starts to believe in who she is and stops doubting herself as hard and she really shines later on in the series. When you see what she can do... Like I said in the other list I have yet to play the fourth game in the series which is coming soon and I know she plays a major part. I also think she’s a great fit for Rean.

8) Velvet Crowe (Tales of Berseria)

Velvet is a character that has an extremely strong drive, comparable to someone that is yet to come on this list. Velvet is betrayed by someone who has raised her and her heart turns cold and she is motivated by hatred and vengeance for the sake of those who were massacred by this person. Velvet is a raw character whose type is rarely explored in this way, the way her personality shifted from being more upbeat and chipper initially to, post hell breakout, using people to get forward in her goals without giving an fudge. There comes a time when her resolution to revenge falters once something happens, anger and sorrow come together and she makes some interesting decisions...Velvet is a morally gray person whom showcases real struggles and real feelings that I’m able to relate to on a personal level...Velvet knows grief and in a world of black and white, she makes mistakes as a result of her PTSD, some more fatal than others and eventually, she learns. It’s ugly to see, but she learns. Her development is unpleasant to watch compared to a lot of characters, however as a result in my opinion she’s one of the most raw/realistic characters in the Tales of Series currently. I said it. Also she’s hot.

7) Rise Kujikawa (Persona 4)

Here’s a girl I wasn’t expecting to put here. Rise is a girl who is also known as Risette and decides to take a break from showbiz by moving to a small town, going to school, working at her family’s business, you know, doing what she considered to be normal girl things. She is very upfront when it comes to her flirting which I like to think is because of her position as a famous idol. She’s really bubbly and animated, but what made me interested in Rise was her voice and her eyes when you first meet her. She looked and sounded empty...and you learn it’s because she sick and tired of portraying this ‘Risette’ character and not being herself. What I like about Rise is after running away from this persona for so long she eventually acknowledges Risette is also her and she makes the choice to only bring her true self to the public. She’s sassy and just has this ability to brighten an entire room. Originally I favored Yukiko in P4 and while I still do like her a lot, after going through Rise’s social link, well...the rest is history. 

6) Milla Maxwell & ‘Fractured’ Milla (Tales of Xillia)

Yep. Both of them. I know they’re different characters however I acknowledge both of them equally and they’re both deserving of this spot on this list.

Starting with Milla Maxwell, what I love about her is her drive. She knows who she is and is willing push herself to fufill her duty. She’s not unlike Velvet who turns away from her emotions to do what she sets out to do, considering emotions to be a distraction from her mission. Made her instantly relatable to me. It makes her come off as uncaring towards other people but her mission is strictly to protect the people in the world. I’ve always imagined Milla as this literal pillar of strength, like when she loses mobility in her legs, she pushes herself even further, nearly killing herself in the process. Heck if you thought Velvet was crazy determined, I mean she is but Milla in my opinion is on a whole other level. What I love about Milla is that she isn’t portrayed as a character who has to second guess or experience things before resolving herself to a choice, she is born with this innately and she does not waver no matter what. She’s not a conventional Tales character who bonds super well with everyone. She has her mission and she’s out to do it. Milla isn’t perfect and her opinion on people is for lack of better word, immature, but she grows to understand people throughout her journey.

Fractured Milla...this character is rife with pain and guilt. This Milla is basically an Alternate Universe version of the actual Milla...on the surface level she’s very aggressive but she carries a different weight compared to the original Milla...she bares a guilt about what happened to another character and her world...she also bears a guilt when it comes to her comparing herself to the original Milla and.. inhibiting the original Milla Maxwell from existing... What I love about Fractured Milla is that she’s a completely different take on a character that I already greatly enjoy, she has her development and her vulnerabilities which the OG Milla didn’t need as much because spoilers, Maxwell stuff. I love her relationship with Elle and Ludger and definitely approve of the LudgerxFractured Milla ship.

Holy Crap this list is getting long, if you need to take a break please do! I’ll wait...you good? Okie doke! Continuing on...

5) Estelle Bright (Trails in the Sky)

I love Estelle so dang much. She’s such a glowing character and a breath of fresh air. She’s tomboyish, she collects sneakers, she’s incredibly headstrong and boy does this girl have a mouth on her lol. Like look at all my Estelle stuff on my tags lol. Oh, I should mention she’s Joshua’s ‘brother’ so you can imagine all sorts of interactions with her hotheadedness and his calm and collectedness. Estelle is such a caring character though, like out of everyone I know in the Trails series, I think Estelle ranks the highest in terms of kindess alone. She doesn’t hide crap for the most part, until...well...oh I’m just gonna say it: she develops and hides her feelings for Joshua. She knows it isn’t right but she can’t help herself...anyway Estelle has this naive outlook when it comes to the world, but when certain heavy things happen Estelle kind of...wakes to the realities of the world and she changes her line of thinking. She becomes more considering of her options during situations for starters and she really starts to become the Bracer she wants to be. I was kind of floored how she allowed her pain and her source of affection (Joshua) to empower her to become a stronger person without being simply lovestruck like how people tend to write ladies. She umm...has this scene with Joshua in SC...and I’m not saying anything more but it to me it’s probably one of her highest signs of development. I’m truly happy with what Falcom has done with this character and I think she’s probably the most developed character in the entire Trails series.

4) Rem (Re: Zero)

I never in my thought I would put a character I only just met this high on my list but wow this character blows me away. Rem is a character who has a major inferiority complex to her sister alongside guilt, yet as a maid she performs her duties and speaks very...proper even though that’s typically not how she truly feels. She’s also a very wary person...one reason she’s so high on this list is because of episode 18 how Subaru gives her a reason to live and fought to save her from herself literally. She becomes this incredibly devoted character towards this goofball Subaru with such tenacity that I have seldom seen. She also falls in love with him and not just because he saved her. Eventually she confesses her feelings at one of Subaru’s lowest points but not due to selfishness. She encourages him through her confession because he failed to stop to realize how much he’s worth to her. She displays a lot of strength in her confession and I think this is one of the most well done confession scenes I’ve ever seen period, even with her insert song playing in the background. That said I’ve only seen up to episode 18 because I honestly don’t know how much better Re: Zero can get from this point. I mean I’ll watch it eventually but I’m in love with these first dozen episodes so much I need an emotional break with all the heartache and the darkness .-. (Also please listen to her insert song omg its so precious https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fV3Fu5csdcA  )

Before I list the top three, like my male list I want to at least some other ladies that also did not get into Smash but are still worth mentioning as characters I really like and enjoy, no order here except for the first character because she is hot. Literally. No pictures or additional text here sadly, I mean look how long this post is I don’t even know if all of this will fit ;__;

Lal Mirch (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!)

Athena Cykes (Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies)

Primrose (Octopath Traveler)

Midna (Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

Winry Rockbell (Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood)

Makoto (Persona 5)

Sinon (Sword Art Online)

Akane Tsunemori (Psycho Pass)

Rikku (Final Fantasy X)

Ruiko Saten (A Certain Scientific Railgun)

Alisa Reinford (Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel)

Senna (Bleach Memories of Nobody)

                                                 Alright, moving on...

  3) Sara Valestein (Trails of Cold Steel)

Sara leads off the top three. She’s initially Rean’s instructor. She has a sense of humor, loves all things drinking, and is lax on her instructor duties...for the most part. There’s a lot of backstory involving this character that I won’t pile on here but I will say that despite her goofy nature Sara is ridiculously strong and it always amazes me how someone like Sara be so silly and not only be so stupid strong but also have her own moniker known around the world as ‘The Purple Lightning’. She was initially a top ranked Bracer before becoming a teacher. You eventually learn about her past through Rean and how it isn’t always all as happy go lucky as her personality...what I really like about Sara is how her strength is the culmination of all the things she went through. There’s one scene in CS1 where she tells some of her students that if they don’t like her assignments for a school trip, they’re free to team up and beat her to get her to change her mind. Needless to say they got their butts handed to them.

2) Garnet Til Alexandros (Final Fantasy IX)

Zidane’s other half. Considering I write Zidane I’d like to call her Dagger from this point on if you don’t mind .-. (Dagger is her own decided alias based on Zidane’s weapon)  I really love how she can break the norms of your stereotypical princess. When Zidane firsts meets her she’s chasing her down in her castle and she’s trying to leave her castle, something she mentioned had actively trained to do. And she’s leaving because she’s trying to resolve an issue with her mother... Dagger is a very strong character who has no issue taking matters into her own hands when it comes to issues. Holy crap what she does to Zidane at one point...she’s a bold one. She feels really strongly and she goes through a lot of crap, but she comes out stronger for it. She wasn’t one with much experience for the outside world but she takes to it at levels that the well traveled Zidane did not expect...I don’t want say much because of spoilers but she really finds herself as she journeys and goes from strength to strength, really owning her responsibilities. She’s also the main person who helps Zidane in one of his lowest moments... In my opinion these are just some of the many reasons Zidane falls for her more than any other girl...she’s also a Summoner and I love me some Summoners. She and Zidane also go great together and their relationship builds properly in a way that makes sense. Definitely one of my favorite ladies period.

1) Aurica Nestmile (Ar Tonelico: Melodies of Elemia)

Number one is this lovely lady. Aurica is a Reyvateil, Reyvateils are people who have the ability to convert sounds into energy...all Reyvateils are assigned a rank according to how powerful their ability is. Aurica had it rough, being out of her hometown when it was attacked and destroyed, and she took the blame herself, believing she could have made a difference, being a Reyvateil and all...because of all of this she became very withdrawn and her abilties suffered...she was ranked ‘D’ which is one of the lowest classes of Reyvateils. She was picked on and treated like garbage because of her rank...she did make a friend though, a friend that was also a Revytail, one that everyone liked and one Aurica looked up to, which only made her look like more of a shadow than anything else...which did not help her already lacking confidence and low esteem. She has a literal hole in her heart and is emotionally dependent.

I mention all of that because this character for me is extremely relatable to me, she’s had it pretty rough however in terms of development you see her grow like crazy...before she was so deathly scared of people she would instantly shut herself down and repress herself but with some help from her partner Lyner she gets better and starts to believe in herself more...it’s not easy for her though, as she gets stronger and Lyner trusts her with more responsibility she gets attacked through the hole in her heart and her newly built confidence gets shattered and she starts believing she’s defective, that only defective Revytail have these holes in their heart...what I love about Aurica’s story is how real her issues with building up confidence are, she starts from practically ground zero and over time, through a repeat of this vicious cycle I described, goes from being considered one of the weakest Revytail to the strongest 3rd generation Revytail all because someone believed in her. 

I think out of both my male and female lists, Aurica was the only one to make me burst into tears at random points. (not gonna lie Rem came close but she’s not number one here :P) This girl here is one of the firsts ladies I ever connected to in my earlier naive years and back then I didn’t even think it was possible for me to relate to a female this much...

If you got to the end, you deserve a cookie. -offers chocolate chip cookie- This took a lot of thought to write out, there’s so many great characters and I look forward to encountering even more down the road. I may eventually do a list for couples...here’s hoping I won’t have to edit this...

RIP 10/25/2020 I HAD TO EDIT TO ADD SATEN TO HONORABLE MENTIONS ;_;

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Simple Mistake

Marvel & Supernatural Bingo; Spnquotebingo

Doppelganger Square & Quote Square #9 

Sam Wilson x Fem!reader

Side Characters:Steve,Bucky,Natasha,Wanda,OFC!Isabella,OMC!Damian

Warnings:Angst to Fluff; Cheating;Breakup; Misunderstanding;Proposal

F/f is favorite flower (pick anything but red roses sorry if they are ur favorite flower)

S/f/c is Second favorite color

Others should be obvious.

Sam was about to go out with his girlfriend of five years. She was great had a heart of gold and was a total badass. He had a bouquet of [F/f] because red roses were to basic and his girl was anything but. Y/n was unique in all the right ways and today was going to be the day he proposed to her.

The restaurant he made the reservations at was not very crowded and that eased his worry of being rejected. He walked through the doors his head held high when he saw her in a beautiful [S/f/c] dress sitting at a table for two. Sam began to walk over,but was stopped in his tracks a man around his age came from the back of the restaurant and leaned down and kissed her. A soft giggle filled the air making his lungs stiffen.

She was cheating on him. He didn't even bother turning on his heels out of the restaurant he threw the flowers to the pavement and stomped to his car. Sam was fuming with anger. By the time he got home he had about five missed calls and twenty messages. Some of them were from Steve and Bucky,but the rest were from Y/n asking him where he is and if they were still on for tonight.

Filled with hatred he dialed her number having it ring only twice before it was picked up. "Sam? Dear lord you had me worried! Where are you? I'm at Blú,but they said the reservation was canceled." She said sounding as if she actually cared that he wasn't there. Sam let the anger fuel him. "We're through." He said in a harsh tone. "W-what?!" She asked confused. Now she was just playing dumb. "So you're deaf? We. Are. Fucking. Over!" Sam hung up the phone and continued his drive home. If he only knew the full truth

~ In the restaurant a bit before he came~~

Isabella sat at the table her husband reserved for their two year anniversary. It happened to be the place they first met. Damian was in the bathroom when she got here so she waited at their table in her favorite dress looking at a menu.

He came back from the bathroom giving her the smile she fell in love with. He leaned down and she met him half way connecting their lips in a gentle kiss. Damian took his seat and placed both of their orders and waited for their food. Within a couple minutes the bell above the door rang and he looked behind her wide eyed at the person who just walked in.

A girl in a [F/c] dress looked around the restaurant for someone. "Hun, look." He whispered. Confused his wife turned around and saw a woman that looks exactly like her. The other woman felt their eyes and glanced over the same shocked expression on her face. Bella stood up as she walked closer to the table. "The resemblance in uncanny." The both said at the same time giggling and introduced themselves.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your date,but I was actually looking for my boyfriend. I was running a bit late." Y/n said straightening out her dress. "It alright it just...wow. I never thought I'd ever see my doppelganger in my second favorite color." Bella said and this made the other girl nod. "Same."

Y/n took one more look around. "Imma call him,but it was nice meeting you. If you don’t mind can I get your number I want to get to know my twin more." They exchanged their numbers,before parting ways.

~Present~~

The air felt stale as the dial tone rang out. A single tear fell along with her phone down to the floor she just got home after waiting fifteen minuets outside the restaurant. What the hell was happening? Everything was perfect between them,but the one day she was a little behind on a date he breaks things off with her. Five years down the drain and for what time moving to fast. What did she do to deserve being broken up with over the phone?

She picked up her phone and tried to call him back to explain. More tears flowed as the robotic voice over the phone informed her this number was disconnected. He blocked her. The reality sunk in completely. Y/n texted Natasha and Wanda with shaky hands to come over.Once the reached her apartment they say black lines of massacre on her face and her puffy red eyes.

At Sam's house Bucky and Steve watched their friend pace back and forth in his living room. They didn't understand how things could go sour so quickly. "You're saying your girlfriend" Steve was cut off. "Ex-girlfriend." Sam snapped. "...of five years went to the restaurant that you both planned to have a date at openly cheated on you with another guy. Knowing you'll be there." He finished.

"I honestly don't know man. I don't know why she would do it and she asked me why we were breaking up!" He said waving his hands in frustration. "So you confronted her on the date?" Buck asked and he reserved a no in response. "Well maybe it wasn't what it looked like. You blocked her after calling her. Did she even get a chance to defend herself or apologize?" He went on and Sam paused in his movements. "I'm just saying...give her a chance to explain. She was and still will be the girl you are going to marry."

Sam sat down on the couch between them. He agreed and unblocked her number texting her to go to the coffee place on fifth tomorrow to talk things out. So if things go south neither of them are stuck in a place their uncomfortable.

Y/n read over the text on her phone and quickly sent a reply. She wanted no needed answers about what happened today. Together the set up a time to met and not be a minute late,but being early won't help in this case.

~~Next Day~~~

Sam arrived at the coffee shop ten minutes earlier then planned and sat at a table next to the outdoor patio. He waited there anxiously in the wooden chair he was deep in thought on what to say to her when a too familiar giggle rang in his ears. His head snapped up and through the window he saw Y/n sitting outside with the same guy.

He couldn't control his temper this time he got up and went out on the patio. "What the hell is this!?!" Sam said causing both people to look at him. "Excuse me?" She said confused. "Don't play dumb! Why are you here with him again?" He questioned. Sam wanted to know why she did this twice to him. "This is my husband." She said as she stood up holding her hand out towards her husband telling him to stay seated.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" He asked with frustration in his voice,but heart broken. "I-I don’t know what this is,but I'm sure It was a mistake." Bella said looking at the dark skinned man. "This wasn't a mistake, Y/n. This was you stabbing me in the heart." He said and this made a confused look cross her face before it dawned on her what was happening. "I'm not Y/n." She said laughing a bit.

It was Sam's turn to be confused. "What do you mean your not Y/n?" After the name left his lips a hand tapped his shoulder. "Hey, Sam." His girl said as he turned around and his eyes widened almost out of his socket before he turned back towards the couple. "So it was you I saw at the restaurant. Not Y/n." The women nodded as Y/n stepped next to her. "I saw her kissing him and just thought you were cheating on me." He explained as he looked at her.

Y/n nodded her head. "I figured that. I mean I saw Bella when I got to the restaurant and I was just as shocked." She said smiling up at Sam. A smile broke on his face as well no better time then now since he knew who was his girlfriend. Sam went down on one knee in front of her and pulled out a black velvet box opening it showing a [F/c] diamond ring."Will you the actual Y/n marry me?" He asked.

She covered her mouth and nodded violently. "So I guess were no longer broken up." She said as he slid on the the ring and stood up. "It was just a simple mistake."

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A/n: It's my birthday on Friday so I doubled up on the fics and aesthetic because woah another year I've survived. Not to be biased,but June is by far the best month...Happy Pride!!!🏳️‍🌈 @thisismysecrethappyplace​ @spnquotebingo​

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His Trigger-Happy Lady

BTS

Kim Taehyung/Reader [F]

Genre: Drabble, Mafia AU, Friends->Lovers

Warning(s)?: Violence (duh((It’s at the end pretty much. Oops))

Words: 2.7k

“You know I’ll do anything for you.” 

XXX

Kim Taehyung.  A familiar and well-known name.  A ruthless killer who still remained an almost decent human being.  Refusing to kill those who didn’t deserve it.  Respecting women and being almost protective of children.  Going after men who disobey, attack him or innocent as well as holding the title of a fair share of his own crafty crimes he’s committed before.  

He was no mystery.  Doing what he wanted when he pleased and hardly anyone would stand in his way.  He had a lot of connections and many partnerships in his line of work.  He even managed to pull some very fine strings to keep the cops off his back.  

Now, here he was on his way to meet a very dear friend of his.  Someone he’s known for a very long time and planned to never separate from.  Walking right into a den of some ferocious, fanged women. 

Going through an alley and down a set of long-forgotten stairs that honestly could use a touch-up or two, he entered a pretty secret door.  The place itself wasn’t a secret, but with people being too on edge to come this far down an ally in this day and age, it was pretty secretive.  

Inside this door was a bar filled with women he recognized.  The bar was run by an older woman, tattoos on her arms and a tan cropped shirt with her skinny jeans on.  He could see her tense muscles relax when he recognized it was just Taehyung coming by again.  

His loose white tank top covered by a black flimsy cover and his brown jacket that his thighs and his black pants, he walked to the bar, sliding into a stool. Some ladies who recognized him gave him a slap on his back or a quick wink. Some were new and were almost nervous that someone like him just came in through the door.  He’d make it a point to go say hello to them all, later on, to calm their nerves.  He wasn’t their enemy. 

His eyes scanned the crowd as his heeled boots tapped slowly on the tile floor.  A glass was placed in front of him filled with scotch.  He ticked his head with a smirk as he took it and raised it to the woman behind the bar.  

Scanning once more, the one thing he always saw was a tattoo on every woman.  Whether it be a sleeve covered, a tattoo here or there, or just the one on their shoulder, they all had exactly one tattoo in common.  

A butterfly with a torn wing. 

Nursing on his alcohol, the woman behind the bar finally got the time to slide over to him and start a conversation. 

“If you’re looking for the boss, she isn’t in yet.  She’s been out all morning.  Something about some dickbag who tried to scam her out of money.”  Taehyung chuckled.  

“She always takes all the fun and never brings me along.” He took a swing of his scotch, keeping the glass by his lips.  “I see some new faces.  How many?” 

“Within the last week?  5 new ones.  Poor things.  I’m pretty sure Y/n walked right into sex houses and found all the miserable souls before tearing up their contracts and walking right out with them.”  

Taehyung busted into laughter.  “Yes! That is something she would do.” He sighed in peace as he set his glass down, nearly empty on his toxin.  “I’m proud of how far she’s come in her goals.” 

The woman smiled as she grabbed a bottle and topped Taehyung’s glass.  “We’re all grateful for her and her efforts. Even I, an older woman, respect her.  Taking us off the streets or ripping up our stupid contracts made for men, we’re grateful for the freedom she’s giving us.”  

Taehyung spun in his stool to face the crowd.  The bar was lively.  Women sitting on velvet couches and booths.  Some at tables with cards and beers.  Some with darts as they tried their luck against a comrade.  Some arm wrestled and a few newbies admired their tattoos together.  Every type of woman was here.  Heavy set, or a heavy heart.  Pale as snow or dark as chocolate.  The tallest to reach the best type of booze and the shortest to punch you somewhere below the belt with their shiny new brass knuckles.  

It was a wide family and it was yours.  You created it.  

“Any idea when she’ll be in?” The woman was going to reply when the door to the bar opened and revealed you.  Walking in with your garter shorts strapped around your thighs and your breast tight shirt.  A cropped off bomber jacket and your shoulder cut hair swishing around your neck and cheeks when you moved your head.  Your sneakers on your feet seemed far too clean coming from what Taehyung was assuming turned into a messy job. 

He downed the rest of his drink before sliding the glass to the woman and hoping up from his seat and walking over to you.  Shedding off your jacket, it revealed your tanktop that use to have sleeves before you cut them off and showed your own torn winged butterfly.  The first butterfly of your nation you created.  

You looked up and saw your long term friend striding towards you, thumbs looped through his belt loops as he stopped at your side.  

“I didn’t know you were going to stop by today,” you told him as he took your jacket from you. He snickered.  “I would've stayed in to greet you.” 

“Oh please, don’t stop your work on my account.”  He hung your bomber up on a jacket rack as he stood as close as he could to you.  Tempted to sling his arm around your shoulders, but refrained.  “I see a few new faces in your little army.  Care to introduce me so the pretty little ladies don’t think I’m here to massacre them?” 

You laughed at him.  He was always one to want to meet new people.  Especially your people.  An all-female mafia unit was rare. And you were awfully proud of your considering your track record was flawless.  Carrying out successful missions after successful missions and creating a name for yourself.  In this world, if you were a woman of violence and crime and you had men after you to try and soothe their damaged masculinity, it was a win. 

Though, those after you didn’t get far.  Taehyung wouldn’t let them lay a dirty fucking finger on you.  

You lead the nosy mafia high-head through your girls as you located each new one and introduced them to the ‘scary boss Taehyung’ and watched as they all either sobbed from nerves or laughed at themselves when he smiled and introduced himself like a decent man.  It was something that happened every time and really made sense.  

When that was all done, you went through a door at the back of the bar leading to a small home like area.  A bed, a small kitchen area and a closet and dressers for you.  You did own a real penthouse-courtesy of Taehyung’s generosity that you tried and failed to refuse- but you came here more often than you visited your own home. In fact, you were only here to grab some things before heading home. 

“You’re going home tonight?” He questioned as he followed you in your room and you fell onto your bed, dropping your facade.  You finally winced at something that you hid from your girls.  Taehyung jumped into overdrive as he was kneeling at your bedside looking you over. “Where?  Where do you hurt?” 

Legs were fine, arms clean.  He looked behind your neck and didn’t see any bruises or marks.  He even took off your boots and checked your ankles and feet. You swatted him away as you lifted your black shirt showing a nasty gash on your belly.  

Taehyung ran his fingers around it.  Two solid, scabbing and still bleeding gashes in your skin.  The skin around the wounds was red and violently threatening infection.  Dirt and what looked like soot were mixed into your bloody wound as well as some fabric from your shirt as you hid it.  Taehyung growled as you explained your last job didn’t go as smoothly as you wished and you found yourself on the receiving end of a fire poker being swung at you.   

“Take your shirt off. We can’t let the fabric stick to your blood anymore.” 

“No,” you denied.  “If I did, the girls would see and the whole point of me faking was to not worry them.”  Taehyung stood, grabbing your tanktop before starting to slide it up your body for you.  You squawked as you fought him, but ultimately your squirming made you wince, irritating your belly as Taehyung soon ripped your shirt off you.  Leaving you in your bra, you shivered slightly. 

Taehyung slid off his brown heavy jacket before removing his black, sheer cover from his own white tank.  It was dark enough to cover your wound from eyes and light enough to not irritate it further.  Plus, Taehyung always preferred his own clothing on you anyways.  

He tied the bottoms together in the front to hide your body from view as you rolled your eyes at him.  

“Overprotective as always.  You don’t change, do you?” 

“When it comes to you?  Never.”  He stood you up as he followed you like a shadow as you grabbed a drawstring back, shoving papers and books into it before pulling it shut and slinging it over your shoulder.  

Taehyung helped you out of your room, out of your bar and said goodbye to the familiar faces of your girls before he walked you home.  He knew was it was, obviously.  When you both entered your top floor penthouse, Taehyung moved around like he would any other time.  He knew this place like the back of his hand.  He’s been here more than one time to visit you. 

He started by taking his sheer cover back and pushing you into the bathroom where he took to clean your wound before sticking a hefty amount of gauze and plaster on it.  

Things started to ease up when you made Taehyung reheat your leftover mac and cheese from your fridge for the both of you to eat.  With a game of cards, some stupid jokes and a conversation later, you were found by Taehyung sleeping on the couch when he came back from the bathroom. 

He rolled his eyes in pure endearment as he as easily and gently as he could relocate you to your room and onto your bed.  It was a fine bed Taehyung purchased for you. Wine red bed skirt to hide the frame and box spring with matching covers and black sheets.  Two fluffed pillows with a single long body pillow he gave you as the backboard was dark wood.  

The sultry colors matched you perfectly in both beauty and fundamental standpoints.  It really was no mystery that Taehyung was completely in love with you.  Everyone and their mothers knew it.  You yourself knew it, but you were terrified of a committed relationship just in case something happened to either one of you. 

Taehyung didn’t care though.  He sat on the edge of your bed, brushing your warm cheek with his fingers as he occasionally pushed at the plush skin of your lips.  He smiled down at you.  

“You know I’ll do anything for you,” he told your sleeping body.  He hated it, but he had to leave you now.  He left you a written note pinned under a glass of water and boxed medicine he instructed you take when you wake up for the pain of your wound.  Along with word of him coming back tomorrow so you were to stay home and wait for him.  Absolutely no going outside allowed. 

When he left your penthouse, he pulled his phone from his jeans and pressed 1 on his phone before he made a speed call.  Two rings and his call was answered.  

“Run some camera’s from the western part of town for me.  All of them. I want to take care of some.. personal business.”

That next day, it was afternoon when Taehyung came back into your penthouse.  He found you walking out of your kitchen wearing a loose cropped off shirt to let your plaster covered wound breathe without a shirt.  That coupled with the lousy excuse of underwear only covering your lower half made him almost walk out the window. 

“Have you changed your gauze today?” He asked as he brushed his fingers over your belly.  

“I have.  I did when I woke up. thanks for the medicine by the way, though it tasted awful.” 

“Oh please.  Pills don’t have a taste.” 

“Oh yeah? Tell that to the little bits of it that stayed on my tongue.  It’s fucking bitter.” 

Taehyung rolled his eyes at you.  “I have something for you back at my warehouse.  Want to come to check it out? It’s a present.”  

“A present? For little ole me?  Why you shouldn’t have.”  You chided as Taehyung smiled boxily down at you.  sliding his hand around your waist, taking in your soft skin under his. He had forgone a jacket today.  Just a simple short sleeve shirt in grey and his blue jeans. 

He was soon escorting you out of your home and half an hour later was standing outside his warehouse.  His men were stationed there waiting and expecting his arrival.  He walked over to a man holding a wooden box as he flipped it open and pulled out a gun.  

Taehyung sauntered back to you, his personal favorite old school 6 round revolver.  He had always been a fan of old time firearms.  He didn’t use his revolver often though. Dare you say you were almost excited for what was behind that giant, heavy metal door. 

Placing his hand on your back, he leads you in.  “After you,” he smiled. Inside he had cleared a special place where a man sat beat all to hell and chained down.  Some of his fingers and toes were broken, coupled with and a nasty shiner forming under his eye.  Swollen and beaten, he looked pathetic.   

You whistled in recognition.  This was the man who swung that fire poker at you and resulted in your current wounded state. You looked up at Taehyung who looked at the man he had the pleasure of capturing and beating half to death sitting in his pathetic little spotlight.  No wonder his knuckles were a touch raw and red when he came to get you. 

The man seemed to stiffen when he saw you again, standing next to Taehyung.  Obviously, he had no idea you both knew each other.  Know it made sense to him why Taehyung captured him in the first place.  this was a revenge game and Taehyung just played checkmate. 

Taehyung who stood at your side, brought his hand from your back to around your shoulders and under your chin as he tipped your head up.  Capturing your lips between his, he smirked as he kissed you.  His men looked away as the man sat in his chains shivered.  

Taehyung overpowered you as he pulled on your lips with his teeth and flicked his tongue around yours, encapturing your whimpers and breathes like they were the tobacco of a cigarette. 

Pulling up and away from you, he licked his lips that tasted of you before he flicked his brows up playfully and quickly placed his revolver into your hands.  

“Go trigger-happy my love,” he told you with a smirk.  

“Only if you promise a date after this.” He moved to be at your ear, nipping at it slightly as he grinned. 

“Absolutely,” he let you go, tapping your ass as you walked to the man who shivered in his chain.  Bringing the gun to his head you then moved to his shoulder, his thigh, his gut then forced his mouth open and placed the guns point straight into his throat.  

Smiling a happy goodbye, you pulled the trigger and watched as the bullet ripped through his throat. Then you shot his right shoulder, then his gut, then his thigh and foot. Finally, you pulled the gun up and put him out of his misery by placing the final bullet in his head. 

“Sorry,” you told Taehyung as you gave him his gun back.  “I used all your bullets.  I’ll get you more?” You apologized as he just stuffed the empty gun in his belt loop.  

“All is forgiven, angel.”  Taehyung ushered you both out since he had a date to plan, leaving his men to clean up the broken, bleeding mess of a body.  

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a/n: I think I got a tad bit out of hand >>;;;; yiKES 

[iicewitch]

☕ real boy

a playlist for @stevenrcgers​ link to playlist: here tracklist and favorite lyrics below

1. blood, sweat and tears - bts   Peaches and cream, sweeter than sweet Chocolate cheeks and chocolate wings But your wings are wings of the devil In front of your sweet is bitter bitter 2. brainchild - everything everything A good thing Now you think about it, don't you make it real? The bad thing, maybe it's a feeling I don't want to feel But love is all you need to know But love is all you need to know

3. dumb dumb - red velvet

Like a mannequin Everything is so awkward I should just act like I do normally But whenever I see you, I act so stupid Like my little brother’s robot Everything is so awkward What do I do? I think I’m broken I forgot even how to breathe 4. the zombie song - stephanie mabey And I'd try not to bite and infect you because I'd respect you too much And that's why I'd wait until we got married Oh, and our happiest days would be spent Picking off all your friends and they'd see A love this deep won't stay buried

5. real boy -  lola blanc Every time we touch your hands are colder, colder There's no beating coming from your wooden chest Frozen grin, a mannequin When I get closer I can see the strings there underneath your vest 6. who do you want to be ? - oingo boingo Who do you want to be today? Who do you want to be? I think I'll be a teddy boy, I think I'll be a hunk I think I'll be a tough guy and I think I'll be a punk I might just be a fashion star all dressed in frilly rags Or perhaps, I'll cross the other side and walk around in drag! 7. under my skin - jukebox the ghost I can fit two people under my skin Yeah, I can fit two people under my skin And I will prove it if you will listen You crawled up in there, you joined me within I can feel your heart beating under my skin And the beating of your heart is making me bleed from within 8. mr. capgras encounters a secondhand vanity: tulpamancer's prosopagnosia - will wood and the tapeworms Damn, I thought you’re not your imposter. You’re so sure you’re not gonna get caught! Dead in your own skin, but you didn’t choose what you were born in! And another man in your repertoire, ready in your head and fed upon your memoirs Still the same rules apply from the birthday to the mourning What you feel and what you do; are those things really you? And if not, then what is?  9. breaking out - the protomen If you can hear my voice outside these walls (If you can hear me) If you can hear me sending out this message tonight Then break the silence, send a signal back (If you can hear me) I'm coming, all I need is a little guiding light...

10. roaring 20s - panic at the disco Maybe I'm overjoyed, maybe I'm paranoid Designer me up in straight jackets My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest Cut me a silk-tied tourniquet This is my roaring, roaring 20's 11. evelyn evelyn - evelyn evelyn We grew up closer than most Closer than anything, closer than anything Shared our bed and wore the same clothes Talked about everything, spoke about so many things 12. looking glass - the birthday massacre A boyish notion of false emotion These words are spoken despite my love A fool's devotion was set in motion My eyes are open now

13. play dead - the birthday massacre Thinking hurts and thoughts don't rhyme To those of us who've never tried To find a face behind our lipstick smiles And as our pretty faces die Our broken hearts will wonder why The makeup just won't hide the scars of time 14. lets fall in love - mother mother There's a game in the world A little bit of cat and mouse With the boys and the girls And if I had to ante up I'd bet on the birds 'Cause they don't have to walk around With the boys and the girls 15. o my heart - mother mother And I pour my heart a new foundation But it don't set hard it just stays shaking And I scratch my name I scratch my name in But it don't set hard it gets mixed back in Oh my heart, it's a fish out of water  16. body - mother mother Take my teeth, tear through my cheeks And take the nose go and dispose Oh would you go dispose, just go dispose 'Cause I've grown tired of this body A cumbersome and heavy body 

17. touch up - mother mother I am a makeover queen A swan out of duckling Ugly duckling you're drowning In makeup (in makeup) My makeup (my makeup) Has washed off 18. roman holiday - nicki minaj Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain

19. replicant - they might be giants You've got his eyes Same exact smile All that he has All this will be yours  20. happy days - GHOST Oh, it’s painful My heart is quite a mouthful I’ll tear it out for you I’ll be the sacrifice for you Y’know, things could go exactly how you want it I’d be exactly how you want me Use what’s left of my soiled personality I’m all yours, I’ll do anything 21. girls on film - duran duran 'Cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair By the hair And she wonders how she ever got here As she goes under again Girls on film (two minutes later) Girls on film Girls on film (got your picture) Girls on film  22. nobody - mitski And I know no one will save me I'm just asking for a kiss Give me one good movie kiss And I'll be alright Nobody, nobody, nobody 

23. TT - twice I feel like crying, I don’t feel like myself This isn’t like me at all I love you so much Think I’m all grown up now I’m free to make my own choices, but why Why can’t I have it my way The more I try to push you away The more I’m drawn and attracted to you baby 24. in every dream home a heartache - roxy music Your skin is like vinyl The perfect companion You float my new pool De luxe and delightful Inflatable doll My role is to serve you Disposable darling Can't throw you away now 25. the moss - cosmo sheldrake But have you heard the story of the rabbit in the moon? Or the cow that hopped the planets while straddling a spoon Or she, who leapt up mountains, while whistling up a tune And swapped her songs with swallows while riding on a broom 26. green - todrick hall Green! Is a way of life And the millions would kill to see their name up in the lights For the green is okay tonight But be careful what you wish Because you might get what you like 27. guy.exe - superfruit Oh I, wish I could synthesize a picture perfect guy Oh I, oh I Six feet tall and super strong, we'd always get along Alright, alright Oh, he'd pick me up at eight and not a minute late Cause I don't like to wait, no Kind and ain't afraid to cry or treat his momma right 28. the dismemberment song - blue da kid  Well once upon a time that's where the clock begins And right after the end Well, that's right where the plot thins And I've got no angel to keep me in line! So I'm taking your narrative and I'm making it mine! 29. me!me!me! - teddyloid I’ve worked hard for myself - What have you done for yourself? When you notice the scattered pieces of the mirror You’ll realize I wanted you to notice Is this still going on? Is this still happening? Even though I’d been waiting for you Even though I loved you 30. alone together - fall out boy My heart is like a stallion, they love it more when it's broken Do you wanna feel beautiful, do you wanna, yeah I'm outside the door, invite me in So we can go back and play pretend 31. get busy living or get busy dying - fall out boy This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters But we never stood a chance And I'm not sure if it matters If you are the shores, I am the waves begging for big moons I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town  32. hi it’s me - ashnikko When I'm with you I have amnesia, I'm weaker than before My stupid brain thinks that I need you, I'm eager to hurt more My best friend thinks that I'm a dumbass My dumbass should be a little more cautious I slip up, I text you, I forget That you were so so disrespectful 33. i’m poppy - poppy Welcome to the new world, I'm your internet girl Open up and you'll see, everyone is happy I like your technology, can you put it on me? The future is so pretty, we're living in harmony 34. idola no circus - neru Come, let’s dance all night in our naked bodies We know, we know your true nature Again putting on a fake face, You’re just like a pierrot ! It’s time to put a mask, a mask On your unsociable faced 35. shine - casey lee williams But baby, it's time to make up your mind I think that tonight is when our stars align Honey, it's time to leave the doubt behind Take my hand 'cause you and I are gonna shine 36. one thing - casey lee williams I was nowhere, I had no one, I felt nothing Lost without a voice and on my own Then a candle's flame brought a brand new name But now you've stolen everything And I'm all alone 37. sweetest cure - hugo What the hell am I s'posed to be Choose a world over me Sitting pretty in my mess On the phone I can't confess Word's out somehow You're the sweetest cure I never got to tell you 38. bang bang bang bang - sohodolls Teacher says that I've been naughty I must learn to concentrate But the girls they pull my hair And with the boys I can't relate Daddy says I'm good for nothing Mama says that it's from him Manic sister thinks I'm cracking Brother says it's in my genes 39. helpless - phillipa soo One week later I'm writin' a letter nightly Now my life gets better Every letter that you write me I'm helpless! He's mine, that boy is mine! Look into your eyes And the sky's the limit, I'm Helpless! Helpless! Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em 40. lifeboat - laurence o’ keefe Everyone's pushing Everyone's fighting Storms are approaching There's nowhere to hide If I say the wrong thing Or I wear the wrong outfit They'll throw me right over the side 41. chase the morning - sarah brightman In you is a world of promise We have both been kept in bondage But you can learn from all my failures Let your life be your dream Integrity, honesty, its too late for me Don't look back till your free to chase the morning 42. no reason - leslie kritzer Everything, everything happens for a reason Be a beacon of light in the world Put a little "alright" in the world There are spiritual guides above Look up and see 'em Perception is reality Just listen to the melody the universe sings 'Cause everything, everything happens for a reason 43. i love play rehearsal - stephanie hsu I love play rehearsal 'Cause you are equiped with directions and text Life is easy in rehearsal You follow a script so you know what comes next Anywho, the point that I'm getting to Is sometimes life can't work out in the way It works out in the play 44. your song - elton john And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind That I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world 45. the party goes with you - lindsay mendez And when we're dancing nose to nose Darling do you suppose, darling do you suppose This party could be just us two, and I your wife? Oh, oh, the gayest party, sad but true It's true The party goes with you The party goes with you 46. half jack - dresden dolls It's half biology and half corrective surgery gone wrong You'll notice something funny if you hang around here for too Long ago in some black hole before they had these pills to take it back I'm half Jill and half Jack 47. the secret - pierces Got a secret Can you keep it? Swear, this one you'll save Better lock it in your pocket Takin' this one to the grave If I show you, then I know you Won't tell what I said 'Cause two can keep a secret If one of them is dead 48.  connect - claris My heart awakes in order to depict the future Even if I come to a halt on a tough road The beautiful blue sky always waits for me Therefore I'm not afraid I won't be disheartened anymore no matter what happens 49. simple and clean - hikaru utada Hold me, whatever lies beyond this morning Is a little later on Regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all Nothing's like before 50. mountains - message to bears  And we could run away Before the light of day You know we always could The mountains say, the mountains say And we could run away Before the light of day You know we always could The mountains say, the mountains say

[manjehaal]

Ignite the Stars: Chapter 6

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Adrien didn’t like being back to his usual self. Him, the farmer boy, with his cuts and his bruises that were hidden when he donned the mask. Now he looked like that frail boy who couldn’t hold his own against the monsters without the help of Laure. Like the insignificant child that was thrown around in school by the older students, relying on the aid of Nino to get him through. Like that little kid, scared to reveal his unique abilities and strangeness to his own family, in fear that they would shun him for not being the commoners that they wanted him to mimic.

When he merged with Plagg, he had a chance to embrace those things that made him strange and powerful, feeling for the first time in his life that they weren’t bad. That they weren’t abnormal, but that they were just special.

Plagg was nestled on his shoulder, vibrating on his collar bone. Not transforming his meek body, but keeping close. Attached to Adrien just as Adrien was attached to him. Finding safety in the warmth of a pitiful human.

“Plagg doesn’t usually accept just any holder, not without putting up a fight at least,” she told him, motioning to the kwami sitting on Adrien’s robed shoulder. “I’ve tried to interact with him over the years but he’s not as trusting as the other kwami.”

“Is there a reason?” Adrien asked, scooping Plagg into his hand and setting the sleeping creature on his lap.

She sighed, and there was a sad quirk of her lips. “Perhaps he still isn’t over the loss of his previous holder.”

“My father?” Adrien asked, not needing to ask.

It must have been a horrible loss. For Laure, sure. From the things she had said, it seemed her and Adrien’s father, Gabriel, had once been close. Closer than siblings even. An unstoppable and formidable pair.

But to have a companion such as this, a kwami, must have been much deeper of a companionship. Adrien could already see it, at the weight of the small body on his leg, how that bond could be. How to constantly have another being beside you, and then transform and become a part of you regularly, could be difficult to let go of.

If Adrien was lucky, he hoped perhaps he could remind Plagg of his time with his previous holder and earn his trust.

“Your father,” she confirmed, looking at the ring on Adrien’s finger.

Sensing the tension of the room, Adrien changed the topic. “Do you have a Miraculous?”

She shook her head. “As I’ve said, being gifted a Miraculous is very rare, especially during the time of the Jedi Order. A Jedi had to exhibit a great deal of strength and discipline to even be considered. And then, the masters of the Jedi council would correspond and vote on the proposition. After that, it would be up to the kwami to decide if they would accept their proposed guardian.”

Adrien reached to touch Plagg’s velvet back, running his thumb over the creature affectionately, wondering if Plagg wanted him as his holder or if he got privileges for being his past holder's son.

“Everything has changed, Adrien. The old ways have long passed. Plagg will not allow me to use his power, but he trusts me. He trusts me because your father trusted me. And so, he trusts that I have chosen well when I decided on you. Eventually, Plagg will decide if he accepts you or not. Until then, he will go with you. Stay loyal to him and he will stay loyal to you.”

Adrien responded with a firm nod, knowing loyalty came easy for him. And it was safe to say that he was already attached to the kwami. He wanted more than anything to be liked and accepted by him, basking in the thought of the freedom and life that the kwami could give him, but also being drawn to the little creature, wanting to be his friend and hold onto him.

He cared for Plagg. Just as he cared for Artoo and Threepio. Just as he cared for Laure. Just as he cared for the girl in the hologram. Call it a character flaw perhaps, that Adrien could trust and care so easily, but Adrien couldn’t help it.

“He has never let his guard down like that for me. You should be honored.”

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Caline Bustier had stood in her home, blinking at the flash of green light that had pierced the room. It was unfamiliar to her, to see a kwami appear before her eyes, unlike Gabriel, who must have woken up to this sight each morning.

Plagg dropped forward, resting his tiny head in the palm of her hand, not sparing her a second’s glance.

“I’m sorry to wake you,” she told him, reaching for a slice of camembert to offer the kwami, as a peace offering, perhaps. “I know how much you hate the suns.”

The suns were risen now, at the strength of the day, warming up the hut through the fraying curtain by the entrance. It was a shock he remained still, since last time she had exposed Plagg to the blistering suns of Tatooine, he had lodged himself behind her bookshelf, not reappearing until well into the late night. Even then, he wouldn’t unpeel his eyes all the way and hardly had looked at her.

This time he responded with a slight huff, but no more. He waited, arms crossed, ready for whatever Caline would demand of him. He looked like a puppet, just hovering there like he was tied to a string, with glazed over eyes, and a sagging body. He seemed almost depressed. She had never even considered that a kwami could be depressed.

“Who’s the kid?”

“His name is Adrien,” she told him, offering another small piece of cheese. “Adrien Agreste.”

Plagg’s eyes sparked at the name Agreste, but then his entire expression soured. He had been clear since Gabriel’s fall that he would never offer himself to another guardian again, despite what the remaining members of the council suggested. Plagg resented Caline for leaving his kitten on Mustafar like that to die, protesting that the transformation would have saved him.

Perhaps it was cruel to not tell him that Gabriel has survived the accident, but it was possibly crueler to tell him the truth. Plagg put up a bold face, but she knew the truth would break his heart. She knew that he might even seek him out and try to talk some sense into his stray kitten. Herself, and the entire council, had agreed that they couldn’t have that.

Over the years, Plagg has warmed up to her presence slightly, but that didn’t always keep the heat from Plagg’s cataclysmic eyes, accusing her the most heartless of crimes.

My kitten was dying and you tore me away!

In time, Plagg grew slightly less calloused over the issue, but Caline knew she had to tread lightly. The idea of replacing a kitten never sat well with Plagg whenever he had to do it. This time it felt even more wrong.

The only reason he considered Caline’s offer was due to the boy’s last name.

The name Agreste was a double-edged sword for Plagg. While it pointed to years of war on the side of a good guardian, with a warm heart and unique conviction, it also pointed to those last few days of the war, when Gabriel’s heart turned cold and Plagg was betrayed as viciously as Emilie had been.

“He has passed every test, Plagg. He’s strong. He’s a perfect match.”

The kwami rested on the table, handing her a face that spoke a sigh. “So was Gabriel.”

“Adrien’s different,” she told him, offering another piece of cheese, which Plagg refused to her utmost shock. Yet, she continued. “He’s soft-spoken, selfless, and he doesn’t seek out conflict. He has everything Gabriel had but he knows how to hold back. He knows how to put out the flame before he burns down the entire village.”

“So he’s boring!” Plagg mewled, shooting away with the cheese Caline had left him.

“Plagg!” she retorted, marching after the kwami. “I’m saying that he has restraint. He has rage and he has the capacity to harness your destructive power and use it effectively, but he knows when to stop.”

The kwami hardly listened, but she went on.

“Look, I know you feel that I failed Gabriel.”

“Because you did.”

“But trust me on this, Adrien is our only hope. Please, go see for yourself. Go test him as I have.”

The kwami stared away for a moment, thoughtfully eating away at his cheese. Then he sighed loudly, shrinking onto the corner he was nestled in.

“Fine.”

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Plagg liked the fiery ones, even if he shouldn’t. The trouble they caused would fill him with pleasure. He was thrilled by the ugly trail of destruction left in their wake. It was as if Plagg was fulfilling the calling of his purpose. It was no wonder that so many of his kittens had fallen in some way. It was no question that the personality capable of harnessing the Cat Miraculous clashed heavily with the personality required to be a Jedi Knight. So often, his holders would either not fit the role and bore the kwami to death, or be influenced to break through the boundaries of the Jedi all together. Plagg always had more fun with the latter, even if their bond was shorter-lived. Most of them didn’t fall dark, but walked away from the Order. He often wondered if the Jedi would give out the Cat just to see if they should trust a Jedi or not. Just to weed out the bad ones early. It came as no shock that none of his holders were well-favored by the higher ranking Jedi Masters.

The point being, Plagg had to be sure he balanced out his chosen, and the same went for young Adrien. A little too much fire and Plagg may be assisting in a massacre. Not enough fire and Plagg may be bored out of his mind and want nothing more than to leave.

And then came the issue of the Ladybug.

It was a common tradition that they chose the Ladybug and the Cat around the same time, to be sure the sides don’t clash but complement each other. Gabriel’s Ladybug had complimented him well, but she had an early departure. Plagg was well aware that her death had been one of the catalysts that had caused Gabriel's fall. She had been like a little sister to him and he had never been the same.

As for this Adrien character, Plagg had to ignore tradition. Pairing him with a Ladybug would be a hopeful guess this time, but if they didn’t get it right there would be no one to bring the galaxy back in balance. There would be no one left to liberate the Jedi Knights.

So begrudgingly, he let his body rest on the sill of Adrien’s bedroom window, willing himself to listen and give the kid a chance.

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Adrien removed his eyes from his sleeping kwami and focused them on the Artoo unit instead. It became easy in all the commotion to forget why he had needed to speak with Laure in the first place.

However, something still itched at him from Laure’s stories of The Clone Wars and the way she had sadly spoken of the rise of the Empire. And the Jedi knights, such as his father. He couldn’t hold the question back.

“How did my father die?”

An uneasy expression passed over her face, and for a moment, she looked like she wouldn't tell him, but just as he let the tension drain from his shoulders, Laure rose her face to speak.

“A Jedi named Darth Papillion aided the Empire by hunting down and murdering the remaining Jedi Knights,” she told him, her eyes not meeting his. “He betrayed and then murdered your father. “

Adrien looked down, overwhelmed at the thought of his father dying in such a horrible way. He had always assumed, as a dealer of spice, that his father perished in some sort of collision or accident, or killed for failing to pay a debt. Knowing that this Darth Papillion was responsible for targeting his father put the whole loss in a new perspective. He couldn’t help but be filled with fury at the thought.

“The Jedi are now close to extinct. Papillion, or well known as Lord Hawkmoth…”

“The Emperor,” Adrien stated, eyes alight with fury.

“Indeed,” she said, not wishing to spark his anger further but understanding Adrien needed to know the risks of the darkness. “Papillion was seduced by the dark side of the force.”

“The Force?” Adrien asked.

She smiled, happy that he asked. “The Force gives the Jedi their power. An energy field created by all living things. It's everywhere. In you and in me. In your friends and family. In Plagg. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It holds the galaxy together.”

“And the miraculous?”

“The miraculous were discovered by the Jedi years ago. Most Jedi are not granted a miraculous, but those that are, are giving them for a purpose. While the Force gives power, the Miraculous extend that power. Only the most highly ranked Jedi Guardians possess them. They are meant to keep the force in balance. Such as yours, that harnesses the power of destruction. Another Miraculous is its counterpart, that possesses the power of creation. The two must balance each other out.”

“But Laure, I’m not a highly ranked Jedi Guardian.”

She laughed softly, nodding her head in agreement. “Well, perhaps not yet. But allow me to teach you and I’m sure you will do very well. You were chosen, after all.”

Adrien nodded, about to ask what Laure meant by that when R2D2 interrupted the conversation with a series of chaotic whistles and beeps.

Laure rose to meet him, kneeling down to look at the droid. “Let’s see if we can figure out what that droid is after and where he came from.”

Laure had to do very little before the hologram materialized in front of them, showing the girl in all her glory once more. Adrien was once again pulled from his thoughts so that he could focus on the girl in front of him.

“General Bustier," her smooth voice spoke. "Years ago you served my father in the clone wars. Now he pleads for you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father’s request in person, but my ship has fallen under attack and I’m afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour."

She paused, breaking the steady eye contact she had accomplished thus far. For a moment, you could almost catch the fear in her eyes.

"Help me, Caline Bustier, you’re my only hope.”

The image disappeared and Laure sat back thoughtfully, looking at the place where the girl had just been.

He moved his eyes to see that Laure was looking at him expectantly, containing a bit of light in her tired eyes.

“You must learn the ways of the Force if you’re going to come with me to Alderaan.”

“Alderaan?” he asked, incredulous. It was completely out of the question. His uncle would be furious if he followed Laure to a planet that far away from the outer-rim. Or anywhere for that matter. Despite the swell of excitement bursting behind his ribcage he forced himself to shake his head. "I can't go to Alderaan, Laure. I want to come more than anything but I won't leave Tatooine without Etienne's permission. I feel obligated to stay."

"Your dedication to your family is admirable Adrien, but you aren't a child anymore. You should be free to make your own choices."

Adrien turned for the door, hiding his face that was clearly betraying his commitment to his aunt and uncle. He wanted nothing more than to run as far as he could with Laure by his side, but he couldn’t help the weight of responsibility.

“I can’t get involved. I have work to do,” he said sadly “It’s not that I don't want to help. I do! But I'm needed here. I have responsibilities."

Laure's smile went soft, understanding his dilemma but also picking up on the pressure that was put on him. “That’s your uncle talking.”

“My uncle...” he said, his mind wandering, mentally preparing himself for the punishment he would get when he returned. “How am I going to explain this?”

He shook his head, turning on his heel and heading toward the exit, but he couldn't help but offer his assistance. “I can take you as far as Anchorhead. You can get transport there to Mos Eisley.”

She nodded, solemnly. “Of course, Adrien. I understand."

Adrien slipped through the orange curtain, suddenly being stopped in his steps by the scent of death in the air.

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Bursting out of hyperspace, a large Star Destroyer pierced the black abyss, scraping through the starry black and pointing toward the ominous space station that hovered just in view. Hardly different from a moon with a distant naked eye, but now, as the craft neared the battle station, it became a new cage for the overambitious princess of Alderaan.

Several floors beyond the princess, there was a conference room filled with pompous authority. Men and women of various levels of roaring hubris defending their individual level of reasoning, attempting to prove that their claims were superior. Some had the utmost faith in the competence of machines and space stations, grasping at the concept of invoking fear. Others cowered and spun, certain the rebels had an advantage, that they may get the upper hand against even his majesty, Lord Hawkmoth.

Both arguments had Mayura fuming, as she stood at the end of the table, focusing her mind on the approaching Destroyer. Her Lord regarded her telepathically as if asking if he’d have to put up with the same denseness as the times before. Mayura could only send him a sigh, latching her hands behind her back and making an effort to look grave. It took everything in her, including the tightness of her latched fingers, to keep from slamming a few of those verbose simpletons into the already dented barrier.

Admiral Bourgeois was going off on a tangent when the Emperor strode toward them, crossing his arms at the sight of the tense conference room, frozen still like statues at the new presence. He turned his head toward Mayura, giving her an unreadable expression of ice blue. But she read it perfectly, feeling the weight of his exhaustion, only elated by the turn of events that the Alderaan princess provided for them.

In a tizzy of fear, a few of the admirals began again to worry about what threat the rebels posed. If perhaps, if they could dissect the plans, they might have an advantage. They might be a threat to the station.

“The plans will soon be back in our hands,” Lord Hawkmoth said smoothly, “I am quite certain we have the means to get our asset to talk.”

Bourgeois sat upright, narrowing his eyes at several of his fickle companions. He was known to have a haughty head, often blinded by the power of his station. If Mayura had a say in the matter, she would have obstructed his air supply many long years ago, if not for the Emperor’s requests.

“Any attack made by the rebels would be useless,” Bourgeois exclaimed, “It shouldn’t matter what they have obtained. This station is now the ultimate power in the universe. I would suggest we use it against their measly cells of rebellion.”

“Don’t be so proud of this technological terror that you’ve constructed, Admiral,” Hawkmoth said with reproach in his tone. “The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force.”

Admiral Bourgeois seemed as if he might laugh by the smile that came across his lips. His extended time aboard the station without the supervision of neither Mayura nor Emperor Hawkmoth had left him ignorant to the power of his superiors. Mayura had to compose herself to keep from putting a fist around his large neck.  

“Don’t try to frighten us with your sorcery, Lord Hawkmoth. Your  pitiful devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you secure the stolen Death Star plans or given you insight enough to find the Alliance’s hidden base-”

Mayura gasped in delight at the curl of Hawkmoth’s fingers, extended a black glove forward as an invisible hand around the Admiral’s neck. Bourgeois startled, eyes bulging as he reached to pull on his throat, unable to remove the heavy force that pushed it. The other admirals looked down at the sound of choking, biting their own lips in an attempt to keep themselves from the same fate as Bourgeois. Mayura’s only complaint was that the Emperor had decided not to leave the task to her.

“Your lack of faith is exasperating, Admiral,” he said coldly, letting his hand straighten again. Admiral Bourgeois' face hit the table with a beat, followed by the uneven breath of a daunted child. He heaved, keeping his eyes away from Hawkmoth, already turned away from him, showing nothing but the back of his silver helmet and the amethyst cape that fell down the length of his back. Still not offering Bourgeois an eye, the Dark Lord began walking toward the end of the room. “Learn your place, Admiral. Next time, I won’t be as generous.”

“This quarrel is pointless,” Mayura said to the rest of the admirals seated.

Then Hawkmoth spoke. “Lady Mayura will provide us with the location of the rebel fortress by the time this station is fully operational. We will then obliterate the Alliance with one swift stroke.”

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[medialists]

Mamma Mia

Atomic Blonde 

Filth 

Regression 

Colonia 

El círculo 

Beauty and the Beast 

Trance 

Victor Frankenstein 

Atonement 

Starter for 10 

Becoming Jane 

The Conspirator

The Last King of Scotland 

X-Men.

Glass 

The Last Station 

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind 

Big Fish 

La desaparición de Eleanor Rigby 

Submergence 

Thor 

The Avengers 

Intensamente 

Las ventajas de ser invisible 

IT. 

Inception 

Harry Potter.

At eternity's gate 

Catch me if you can 

Her 

Pulp Fiction 

Xavier Dolan 

Memorias de una Geisha 

Ready player one 

Battle angel 

Taxi Driver 

El doble 

Shutter island 

Cube 

My week with Marilyn 

Noé 

Ballet shoes 

El diablo viste a la moda 

Cazafantasmas 

Les miserables 

Lady Bird 

The Truman Show 

Irene, yo y mi otro yo 

Call me by your name 

The Favorite 

La la land 

La chica del tren 

Jolene 

Winter's war 

Tomb Raider 

Ex machina 

El código Da Vinci 

Ángeles y demonios 

Mean Girls 

Mulan 

Coraline 

Mujer Bonita 

E.T. 

Crimson Peak. 

Extraordinario. 

Las de Marvel que faltan 

The Room 

A quiet place 

Blade Runner 

Animales Nocturnos 

Animales Fantásticos  

La Propuesta 

A star is born 

Begin again 

Anon. 

From Russia with Love

Goldfinger

Thunderball

You Only Live Twice

On Her Majesty's Secret Service

Diamonds Are Forever

The Man with the Golden Gun

For Your Eyes Only

Octopussy

Never Say Never Again

A View to a Kill

The Living Daylights

GoldenEye

Tomorrow Never Dies

The World is not Enough

Die Other Day

Casino Royale

Quantum of Solace

Dawn of the Dead

Blade II

RED

The Dark Knight Rises

Kick-Ass 2

Die Hard

Scarface

From Dusk till Dawn

Face/Off

No Escape

Impostor

Death Race 2

Jobs

Les Quatre Cents Coups

The Wolf of Wall Street

The Murder of Princess Diana

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Fight Club

My Sister's Keeper

Ida

Loreak

Sowon

Gran Torino

All About Eve

The Nun's Story

The Sunset Limited

A Clockwork Orange

Kingsman.

Batman: Under the Red Hood

Lords of Dogtown

Unbroken

Ip Man

Million Dollar Baby

Concussion

The Great Gatsby

Lilting

Birdman

The Theory of Everything

War and Peace

Collateral Beauty

The Children's Hours

Moulin Rouge!

Dolls

The Bridges of Madison County

As Good as It Gets

Me Before You

Before Sunrise

Before Midnight

Carol

The Reader

Like Crazy

New York, I Love You

Anna Karenina

Pride & Prejudice

Bridget Jones's Diary

How to Marry a Millionaire

Bus Stop

The Prince and the Showgirl

Ladies of the Chorus

Roman Holiday

Prendimi l'Anima

The Young Victoria

Sabrina

Ed Wood

My Life Without Me

A Woman of Paris

Metropolis

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Fantasia 2000

Punisher: War Zone

Robin and Marian

The Unforgiven

Green Mansions

Live and Let Die

Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

To the Bone

T2 Trainspotting

La Grande Bellezza

Men, Women & Children

Lost in Translation

Ghost World

Before Sunset

Evil Dead

Army of Darkness

After Earth

Hulk

Get Smart

Raiders of the Lost Ark

The Dark Crystal

Labyrinth

300

Mononoke Hime

Edge of Tomorrow

Death Race 2050

L'Écume des Jours

Paris When It Sizzles

The Seven Year Itch

Down with Love

Monkey Business

Dead Alive

Monty Python's Life of Brian

Vertigo

They All Laughed

Love Among Thieves

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Let's Make Love

Funny Face

On the Town

The Sky's the Limit

A Damsel in Distress

Shall We Dance

There's No Business Like Show Business

It's Always Fair Weather

My Fair Lady

Don't Bother to Knock

Monte Carlo Baby

Las Dos Caras de la Verdad

Ciudad en Tinieblas

El Bebé de Rose Mary

The Chuck Net Atrapado Sin Salida

El Experimento

Holy Motors

Mindscape

Twin Peaks Fire Walk With Me

Antichrist

Bottom of the Worlds

High Rise

Southland Tales

Magnolia

Tinker Taylor Soldier Spy

Inherent Vice

The Lobster

The Number 23

They Look Like People

Upstream Color

Twelve Monkeys

Minority Report

Los Cromocrímenes

Predestination

About time

Blue Velvet

Pi: Faith in Chaos

The Box

Identity

The Life of David Gale

The Gift

Lovesong

Miss Sloane

The Meyerowitz Stories

The Big Sick

Efectos Secundarios

The Notebook

The Odd Life of Timothy Green

The Little Mermaid

Manchester By the Sea

Silence

Moonlight

Hunt for the Wilderpeople

Snowpiercer

Star Trek Beyond

Moonrise Kingdom

No Country for Old Men

The Exorcist

The Darjeeling Limited

House of Sand and Fog

Napoleon Dynamite

The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus

Armores Perros

La Dictadura Perfecta

Frida

El Crimen del Padre Amado

El Estudiante

Cilantro y Perejil

Perfume de Violetas

Arráncame la Vida

Como Agua para Chocolate

Solo Con tu Pareja

El Callejón de los Milagros

Rojo Amanecer

La Ley de Herodes

Un Monstruo de Mil Cabezas

Las Horas Contigo

Maquinaria Paramericana

Ella es Ramona

El Jeremias

Sopladora de Hojas

Los Insólitos Peces Gatos

Guten Tag, Ramon

El Infierno

Mientras el Lobo No Está

Sexo, Pudor y Lágrimas

Miss Bala

Cronos

Después de Lucía

Qué Culpa Tiene el Niño

Nosotros los Nobles

La Jaula de Oro

Y tu Mamá También

Canoa

Amar te Duele

Toki Wo Kakeru Shoujo

Transformers

Harry Potter

Old Yeller

Legally Blonde

Miller's Crossing

Faustrecht der Freiheit

It's Called Murder, Baby

Heathers

The Love Witch

Southside With You

Pink Flamingos

Hr's Just Not That Into You

Windstruck

What's Your Number?

There's Something About Mary

When Harry Met Sally

Forgettin Sarah Marshall

Say Anything

Pretty Woman

Not Another Teen Movie

Kate & Leopold

Sleepless in Seattle

Pretty in Pink

Serendipity

Four Weddings And A Funeral

50 First Dates

Bridget Jones' Diary

Something's Gotta Give

Pánico Antes del Amanecer

Cumpleaños Mortal

Viernes 13

La Quema

The Slumber Party Massacre

Campamento Sangriento

Curtains

Siete Mujeres Atrapadas

The House On Sorority Row

Detrás de la Máscara

April Fool's Day

Lovecraft

Bubba Ho-Tep

Thor Ragnarok

Lo Que Hacemos en las Sombras

Zombies Party

La Noche de los Muertos Vivientes

El Regreso de los Muertos Vivientes

Army of Darkness

Pasion Infernal

Terroríficamente muertos

El Baile de los Vampiros

Braindead

Creepshow

El Jovencito Frankeinstein

Gremlins

Un Hombre Lobo Americano en Londres

The Edge Of Seventeen

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[queeniewriteshockey]

Could you do a Carter Hart fluffy piece? Like a marriage proposal? Thanks love! ❤️

OMG… I will learn to make these shorter. Maybe. Probably not. 

Word Count: 2,017

Valentine’s day had always been just an average day of the week for you. Even when you’d been in relationships during it, you hadn’t really cared all that much about doing anything special. It was a day associated with a religion you didn’t hold to and if you even tried to remind people of the ridiculous faction behind it they would scoff and tell you you’re just bitter. Bitter of what? Really, you were happy, with or without a significant other to spend the day with. You decided instead that a history lesson in the Greco Roman Catholic ways may not be for everyone, but they all loved information on the famed Valentine’s Day Massacre. You were a little morbid when it came to the day of love, but most just shrugged it off. It was just who you were. It was who you had always been. Celebrating a forced holiday that was designed to swindle people out of money and celebrate a man who, really, did nothing of consequence in your opinion, just wasn’t your cup of tea.

So the fact that you were all dressed up, your hair curled and your makeup on point for a valentines day date with your boyfriend screamed hypocrite. Part of you grumbled at yourself as you smoothed down a wrinkle in your black dress but another part of you vibrated with excitement. You couldn’t remember a time when you’d ever felt the way you feel about Carter for anyone. You’d had lovers before, of course. You’d had ‘valentines’ but with him it was different. He left you tingly and light. Your heart skipped beats when you thought about him but your mind calmed when he was around. You were well and properly twitterpated. The worst part, or perhaps it was the best part, about it was that you couldn’t be bothered to be embarrassed about it.

But here’s the kicker. He is was. So much so that he practically begged you to let him celebrate Valentine’s day with you. You two had skipped it last year, but he refused to do so this year. It had been easy to get away with before; you hadn’t been together more than a few months and he’d been traveling for a stretch of road games. He’d still called to tell you he missed you. This year, though, he was home and had decided to go all out for the special day. He was a hopeless romantic and, even if you scoffed at the idea, you loved that he was willing to shower you with love and attention. It only made you love him that much more.

He had the whole night planned out. He picked you up from your apartment, though it took a little longer than expected to get out of there and on the road. He couldn’t keep his hands off you. He told you how gorgeous you looked as he pulled you against him and kissed you breathless. You didn’t want to leave after that, but he insisted. He’s got a surprise for you at the end of the night and he really hoped you’ll like it. The intrigue was the only thing that stopped you from tugging on the tie around his neck and locking him in your bedroom.

Dinner was nice, better than nice. It was perfect. A lowkey establishment with candlelight and relaxing music. The evening started early enough that it was still almost empty by the time you got there. Which is something you were thankful for. You’re not all that fond of crowds, though you’ve learned to handle them when you’re watching him play. A crowded restaurant paled in comparison to a hockey game but it didn’t stop your anxiety for kicking in. Carter knew this about you, he’s mindful of your anxiety and supportive in attempting to prevent it from happening.  

At dinner, he listened to you while you talk about your day and how work was. You thanked him for the flowers that he’d sent earlier, much to your co-workers’ jealousy. That was an ego stroke you hadn’t realized you wanted or needed. They really were beautiful and fragrant. Roses, of course, but not the cliche ones that most women got. No, Carter could be cliche, but when it came to the flowers he picked, he’d gone for the fiery red-orange ones, the ones he knew were your favorite. The meanings were lost on you, but when you looked it up it up orange roses stood for a passionately intense way of saying I love you. 

Hopeless Romantic.

That’s exactly what he was.

All you could do was shake your head. You already knew you were the luckiest girl in the world. He just kept proving it. You made sure to tell him all about the reactions you got from the people around you. The card you kept to yourself, though. They didn’t need to hear all the mushy things he wrote to you. But they knew it was good because you blushed. You’re that in love with him. They said the honeymoon phase wouldn’t last… a year and some change later and you still haven’t gotten out of it.

“I’m really glad you liked the flowers,” he said, the grin on his face brighter than the flame that flickered on the tip of the candle at your table.

“Liked them,” you scoffed, sitting back in your seat. You’d made it halfway through your dinner before giving up and opting to take it home for leftovers. Leftovers that would likely find their way down Carter or even Nolan’s throat if he dropped in in the next few days; you knew he would. “I didn’t like them, Carter. I loved them.” Perhaps he could make you love Valentine’s day after all.

His smile got, if possible, bigger and brighter, forcing his eyes to crinkle at the creases. He was handsome when he was stoic and broody, though he typically left that role up to a few others on his team. He was downright adorable when his face split into beatific smiles. “I’m glad.”

You knew he meant it, too. Not a single doubt floated through your mind when it came to his sincerity and his feelings for you. He was so genuine and honest. He set the bar higher than any guy you’d ever met before and likely would keep it there for any guy after him.

The thought of there being someone after him sent a sudden pang of pain through your heart. It was icy and suffocating. You could feel hands wrap around your throat and choke the life out of you. It made your head spin.

The waiter’s appearance with the check gave you a reason to refocus your thoughts and push the darker ones out of your mind. Maybe you’d examine those later or maybe you’d leave them to die in the darkest recesses of your mind. It was where they belonged, after all.

Carter paid for dinner, which was another thing he was insistent on. Money didn’t tend to be an issue for him, given his profession, but you were mindful of what he spent on you. Worry colored some of your thoughts, not wanting to take advantage of a situation no matter how in love with the guy you were. It was a silly thought, but you held it in the back of your head regardless.

“Do you want to take a walk?” Carter asked once you’d left the restaurant. The car was parked in a garage a few blocks away, so you had a walk anyway, but Carter pointed to a little park across the way from the restaurant. On the other side of it, you could see a few shops. A Barns N Noble as well as a few other nice clothing shops.

“It’s like 20 degrees outside,” you reminded him. “And snowing.” It was February, in Philidelphia.

The information didn’t phase the Canadian Ice Hockey Player. He simply looked at you, waiting for a real answer.

With a dramatic roll of your eyes and a slight twitch of a smile on your lips, you agreed to the walk and were rewarded with an arm around your shoulders. “It’s a really pretty little park,” he said, clearly pleased with your answer. “It was better when it was decorated for the holidays, but it’s still beautiful. Especially with the snow. You’ll look right at home surrounded by all of it.”

A blush crept up your neck, warming your skin as you registered the compliment he’d given you. “You’re making me blush,” you said, your head turning into his shoulder, muffling your voice as you spoke.

A laugh shook through Carter and echoed around the little park. “Oh I’m making you blush, am I?” He asked as if it were a challenge you had issued and he was slipping into competition mode. “I’ve barely done anything to earn such a reaction. I’m just telling the truth.”

“Your truth,” you said, pulling back to look up at him as he came to a stop in front of a bench, “is not everyone else’s truth.”

“Yes, but,” he said, he eyebrow cocking up as he spoke. “It’s the only one that matters.”

“Is that right?” You asked, a chuckle escaping your lips.

“Yup.” The p on the end of the word popped and he rocked back on the balls of his heel. He was pleased with himself and you could tell. “But I have to ask myself,” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “if a simple compliment made you blush, I wonder what you would do, if I did this.”

Without warning, or rather without expecting it, you watched in shock as the 6'2 man of your dreams dipped low, his left knee resting on the damp pavement of the sidewalk. You stepped back, hands going to your mouth in shock as he pulled out his hand from the jacket pocket and with it a tiny black velvet box.

“You’re joking,” you said quickly, eyes darting around to see if others were watching. A few threw glances your way but for the most part, people didn’t care.

“Of course, I’m not.” He didn’t sound offended or hurt by the question. In fact, he looked amused. “I wouldn’t joke about something like this. I want to spend the rest of my life making you blush and laugh. I want to see that smile when I go to bed and wake up holding you.”

It was a bit of a chore forcing your hands away from your mouth and remembering how your legs worked so that you could take the steps back to him. “Ask me,” you said softly, eyes focused solely on him and nothing else. You didn’t even care about the box in his hand. You didn’t need any of that.

“Marry me, please.”

The please at the end made you laugh a little, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, threatening to mess up your makeup. You didn’t care. “Yes.” There’s no hesitation about your answer. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

With the same speed and dexterity that he used to stop goals, Carter was up off the pavement and wrapping his arms around your waist. Both of you let out little bursts of laughter before his lips were on yours. Your body melted into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck to hold onto him not just for the kisses sake, but because you were no longer sure you had legs.

When he pulled away from the kiss, he set you down on the little bench he’d stopped in front of. The cold water soaked into the coat you were wearing but it was the least of your worries at the moment. You were too focused on his movements as he pulled the ring from the box in his hand and slid it effortlessly on your finger. It sparkled in the light of the street lamps but you had barely any time to really examine it before Carter was pressing another kiss to your lips. The ring could wait.

“I love you,” he said against your lips, which makes you smile.

“I love you, too.”

-Fin-

[pennys-th0ughts]

Pale As The Snow ❄️

Hope you like it Emilee  💕  

Winter and its cold light blue velvet had finally come to Derry, to freeze all in its path, to turn everything white. Down in the sewers everything was frozen and the cold could literally get into your bones. Fortunately I didn’t feel cold since I didn’t have any blood in my veins but a dark substance you could call blood. It was that freezing afternoon when I saw her, playing near to the woods in the company of some friends. She was surrounded by them but I could sense that she was actually feeling alone. I was behind a robust tree watching how the young people played with the snow despite the merciless weather, throwing some snowballs at each other. The sky was white as the snow and you could barely know what time was unless you take a look at to your clock, I figured the young humans must had realized that it was getting late since they stopped playing and began leaving the place each of them in different directions leaving one of them behind. After they all said goodbye, this girl with colorful hair and plump cheeks stayed for some more minutes sitting in one of the benches pretty close to where I was. It seems she got upset because her mood became gloomy and disturbing; I poked my head from behind the tree in the exact moment when she decided to throw a snowball right in my direction. The object hit me in the middle of my forehead with such overwhelming strength that knocked me down. “¡Holy fucking Christ!” – I heard her cursing and running towards me looking completely guilty. The snow got inside my nose and by the time she got close to me I started sneezing vigorously. She kneeled by my side and took a handkerchief from the pocket of her coat and handled to me. “I'm terribly sorry – she apologized-. I didn’t see you…”, then she stopped talking and covered her mouth with her eyes open wide. “¡Oh, shit!” –she cursed again but this time her voice was soaked in horror. My blood had started floating out from my nose and I could see it right in front of my eye. Her gasp was a mix of surprise, terror and confusion. I took the handkerchief and put it quickly on my nose to stop the bleeding. She stood up and, stepping backwards, she suddenly fled running as fast as she could, crossing the clearing until she got lost from sight. I got up and cleaned the snow of my clothes, and then with slightly unstable steps, I went back to the sewers, grabbing onto the trees within my reach. That same night I dreamed about this young lady and the peculiarity of her colorful hair that reminded me some unique sunsets, with their orange and purple tones when the sun was slowly dying, hiding its body behind the hills to come alive once more the next day; an ancient and endless natural sacrifice ritual that kept happening since the dawn of mankind. I also dreamt about her body lines and her image got reflected in one of those utterly gorgeous porcelain dolls made by hand. “She is definitely a human doll” – I thought with a dumb smile on my lips. Having such images in my head I couldn’t help but start also having dirty thoughts and that same night I had to please myself with my bare hands.

Next day I tried to locate her by any means, I wanted to give her the handkerchief back and have the opportunity to see her again but there was something that kept worrying me. “¿What if she freaks out when she sees me again?” I kept asking myself the same question over and over and I was starting to lose my will to return her belonging until I finally gave in to that awkward feeling. My best guess was that if she came frequently to this part of the park that was nearby to the woods, she would surely find her handkerchief so I decided to tie it to a post of the gazebo that was close to the hammocks. I headed there in a rush to do that but once I got close to the place I saw some people there, there were two young men and apparently there was a third but the last one wasn’t reachable to my eyes since he was crouching. There is when I heard her muffled screams calling for help. I let go the handkerchief and speedily ran towards the place where her voice was coming just to find that these motherfuckers were trying to rape her; she had been tied to one of the legs of the bench with a rope and the guy who was violently trying to take her bottom clothes off had already hit her in the face. When I saw one of the corners of her lips bleeding my blue eyes turned to yellow of rage. I appeared behind her so she couldn’t see me but these bastards would have a nice clear view of my nightmarish aspect once they see me. The three men almost got their eyes out of their sockets when they saw the three extra pair of arms and what was even worse is that they weren’t human. Before they could possibly do anything to save themselves from what was coming I had already teared apart some limbs, ripped some organs off their cavities and spilled lots of blood. “What a fucking waste” – I thought whilst taking one of my paws out of the ribcage of one of those men and although I was feeling deeply satisfied with that well deserved massacre, I didn’t feel remorse nor guilt. I turned around and ducked by her side then I took the gag from her mouth at the same time I was trying to calm her down. Fortunately she didn’t try to kick me, not even when I released her hands from that filthy rope, then, our eyes met and she finally lost conscience. It was going to get dark soon and I just couldn’t leave her there but I was also concerned about taking her with me down to the sewers. Despite my restlessness my protective side prevailed and then I found myself picking her up and carrying her to my lair. On my way back I picked the handkerchief up, I was sure that she would want it back.

Her skin was turning pale and the temperature was dropping incredibly fast. The space inside my wagon was big enough for me to start a small fire and bring some warmth back to her body. Luckily I had some blankets which I would use to cover her little body until her normal color returned; in the meantime I would clean the blood of her mouth and the dirt of her violaceus hair. A couple hours passed until I saw her opening her eyes. She sat down looking disoriented and asked me where we were. Fidgeting with a piece of cloth I told her where she was, feeling a little uncomfortable and waiting for her to flee once more but she didn’t. “You saved me from those assholes” – she finally said with a lovely smile, I nodded a bit shy then she asked me if all the mess I caused was real too. “I just couldn’t help it, they- they were hurting you and I had to do something” – I grabbed the back of my head feeling even more embarrassed. After giving her some hot cocoa and talking for a long couple of hours I remembered I had her handkerchief waiting inside my pocket, I took it out and handled it to her saying: “I believe this is yours. I was going to leave it tied to a post in that gazebo when I heard your chocked screams”. The white piece of cloth had some blood stains but they were not mine or hers. “I can’t believe you still have it. Thank you…” – she waited for me to introduce myself, when I told her my name she chuckled playfully, then extending her hand for a handshake she told me her name was Emilee. I took her little fingers and kissed her knuckles in a so intense way that made her gasp. When I raised my eyes to fix them with hers I saw her biting her lower lip in a very tempting way. Without seeing it coming she grabbed me by the hair and fused her mouth with mine. I must admit that her courage took me by surprise but in fact it was a really pleasant surprise. I played along with her pink and tasty lips until I felt her sit on my lap, pressing the lower part her body against my thighs. She took her time, showing me the secret of each one of her kisses, from little and short ones to the longest and most passionate ones. The last ones were inevitably turning me on and the excitement she was causing in me was enough to wake up my most wicked instincts and also a part of my anatomy that was dormant. “Let’s take these clothes off – she proposed smiling mischievously whilst pulling my pants down-. They are too dirty; I will wash them for you later”. She undressed me with such skill that in a blink of an eye I was completely naked and experiencing an almost painful boner. When she discovered the most private part of my body and its length, she threw at me a lustful look. Emilee crawled over me like a feline about to pounce its prey; her warm naked silhouette subjugated me with no mercy and her panting mouth attacked my neck hungrily. A faltering moan came out from my throat. “¿Do you want to fuck me now, Penny?” – She asked me while rubbing her wet pussy against my cock. I growled a loud yes and placed both of my hands on her hips and once I could take control over her I finally made her mine, feeling delicious shivers running down my spine. The shadows of the erotic dance our bodies were performing were also dancing at the rhythm of the fire in my once cold and lonely wagon. We didn’t stop making love until we ended up completely covered in sweat reaching the highest point of ecstasy and our loud moans echoing in each tunnel. Emilee didn’t leave her place; she just lied down right where she was, hiding her fragile and little face in the hollow of my neck. That night the cold winter wouldn’t exist for us, only the memory of a warm and wild fantasy coming true.

[zeciex]

Obsidian & Angelite Ch. 13

Oya has spend centuries bound to one single plot of land when one day a stranger with a voice of velvet and presence that can only be described as dark and outmost interesting. He comes with an offer she can’t refuse and suddenly her entire world changes, both for better and worse.

But what does Langdon need of her? And how can she use him to get what she want? Maybe they’re bound by something bigger than fate.

Warning: Dark themes, death

A/N: Since tumblr kills everything with links, I’ll reblog this post with the links to previous chapters and archive link I’ll need some extra love for these next chapters since its getting increasingly harder to find inspiration to write. We’re so close you guys!

Voodoo of New Orleans

The Louisiana air was hot and damp, it made you sweat and wish for a cool breeze. Oya had always hated when the air was damp, hated the way it made clothes stick to skin, the way it curled up her back and collected as sweat at the nape of her neck. She walked through the french quarter, black long pants ending just as her black heels began, a white airy shirt to top off the look. In hand were her old scratched up leather bag, containing what was left of her supply of candles, herbs and stones. People glanced after her as she walked through the crowd of tourists much like it did in venice.

It wasn’t before she reached a little shop called ‘sticks & stones’, its outside a faded green peeling off the wood, with big trimmed windows displaying all sorts of ‘magical’ things, most of which didn’t have any magical properties at all. Upon entering the air smelled of a mixture of dust and jasmine. The bell rang, alerting a newcomer had entered.

Oya dropped her bag at the register to wander further into the store with empty hands. She turned her nose at ‘magical potions’ and ‘holy candle lights’. The energy flowed through the room in an easy rhythm brought on by the few magical items that were.

“Can I help you with something?”

“Do you have snake oil?” She asked still turned to the table filled with stones and crystals. Her hands hovered over them to see which one emitted the most energy and stopped when it came to a sapphire, she picked it up and continuing until she held moonstones, hematite, carnelian and orange calcite, all of which would help her perform the ritual she had in mind.

“We do, is there anything else I can help you with?” the woman behind the front desk answered, turning to the many vials behind her. Her hair was beautifully braided, collected on top of her head and held together with golden pins. Around her body were various items for protection, love and stability, all in the fashion of bracelets worn all the way up her forearms, clicking together as she moved, and various necklaces around her neck. From her ears hung big golden hoops, as well a small one from her nose. They stood out against her darkened skin. If Oya didn’t know any better she’d have though her as a goddess blessed by the sun. But there was no magic in her blood, no more than all other humans.

“Your warding is off,” Oya commented rummaging through bagged herbs to find the ones she needed. The owner went silent, she could feel her eyes on her as she turned with some of the essentials she held, dropping them off at the register. “You should strengthen it, it won’t keep out evil spirits as it is.”

“What do you know about it?” Aisha, or so the necklace told, asked. The woman’s defences went up, her eyes studying Oya with interest and mild annoyance. Oya paid no mind to it and turned around to go through the aiels.

Most of the things sold were more souvenirs than anything else. Various masks with empty eyes glared at her, the crystal and stone skulls reminding of the inevitability of death, for some. A box was filled with voodoo dolls, best sellers from the look of it, from the ceiling hung dried herbs, blessings and curses with no magic bound to most of them, rosemary's and crosses. The store was a mix of cultures and mythologies but the most prominent was the voodoo aspect, as it should be for New Orleans. It is after all were witches sprung from once upon a time.

“I know a thing or two of warding. Do you have Balm of Gilead? Dragon’s blood? or maybe some pinto beans?” Oya asked, eyes running over the pendulums with various cut stones at the end. She already had one, it was old and not nearly as pretty but it was good and stayed true to what she needed it to do. Instead she picked up a bunch of candle lights, filling her arms with them before returning to the counter and the woman behind it. She gave her a soft smile.

“Is it okay the Dragon’s blood is a oil? The rest we have in solid form,” Aisha said, scuffing over the creaking floor to get what she asked.

“What do you know of the New Orleans coven?” Oya asked, dropping off the candles and continued to venture through the small store.

“Coven? You mean Miss Robichaux’s Academy?” A deep frown settled upon her face as she returned with the herbs, neatly packed in a fine paper and a bag. The wariness electrified the air, tension settling in her shoulders. Although she was young, something told Oya she was an old soul, one that had seen loss. “It closed down a year ago when the girls inside got massacred. The house remains closed off after that…”

“Do they know what happened?”

“...No, they never caught the ones who did it but the guess is, is that it’s a hate crime,” Aisha answered almost hesitantly. “What ritual are you planning to do with this?”

Oya shrugged and began putting the things on the counter in her bag with all her other things. The candles were by far the heaviest item but the bowls took up more space, still the bag was big enough to fit in a lot more. “It’s for scrying. I want to see what happened so that I can find the survivors.”

“You shouldn’t go there, they say the place is cursed,” she warned, pushing forth the bag with herbs, letting Oya take them with a soft smile. “They say the place is haunted by the witches who died there.”

“I’m sure that if they were ghost they’d have returned from the grave already,” Oya said, rummaging through the bag. “Witches tend to do that.”

“Who are you? Things like that you should leave alone, the darkness there you should leave alone. Spirits and necromancy you should leave alone.”

Oya looked straight at the woman in front of her. It was obvious that Aisha believed in energy, in herbal properties, in what her shop carried weather it was magical or not, but the notion of scrying into the past seemed too far fetched. Or just maybe she was worried that a client of hers would encounter whatever she believed to be at the academy. “You wouldn’t know me, my name has long been lost.”

“I’m warning you, don’t go there, don’t be white people stupid, there are spirits there, bad juju that should be left alone. My sister went there and she said the place was filled with bad energy, not even Marie Laveau would set foot in there, god rest her soul.” Aisha seemed desperate to keep Oya away, it was cute in a way, how humans can worry about another person they have just met. A smile widened on her lips trying to invoke a sort of trust with that woman, she was after all just worried on her behalf.

“Thank you for your concern,” Oya began, pushing a gold coin over the table, one of the ancient coins she acquired for her work years ago when they were used. It was the only money she had, this new from of currency in the form of a plastic card remained untouched by her, mostly because she never needed one. “but I’m far more capable than you think. I won’t be, what did you call it, ‘white people stupid’?”

“I tried to warn you,” Aisha muttered under her breath. “Don’t go blaming me when you end up dead.”

Oya took the bag and turned to walk out the door but stopped when Aisha called after her in an angry tone, her brows know knitted together in fury rather than worry. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You gotta pay for that!”

Confused Oya nodded towards the coin on the desk. “I did. It’s worth more than these items are worth.”

“I can’t take this,” Aish yelled, picking up the coin and waving it through the air. “What the hell, lady! I don’t even know what this is!”

“It’s a gold coin from early mesopotamia,” Oya answered with a huff, dropping the bag to the ground and walking back to the register. Maybe it’d be best to remove the memory of this in case the coven doubles back and senses her energy there, they might find a way here and she did prefer to remain in the shadows. Letting out a breath, Oya unfolded her energy, letting it wrap around the woman who stilled in trance. She reached over the counter, softly placing her fingertips at the temple, her suntouched skin standing out against the smooth dark skin of Aisha’s. Small electric tethers sprung from the touch, searching through her mind to wrap around the memory. Ever so slowly Oya pulled her fingers from the temple to hold them in front of her. Small silver pedals bloomed against the skin of her fingers, only visible to the eye of those who possess excessive magical properties.

“What are you holding?” Aisha asked quietly, eyes glossed over in trance.

“I’m holding your memory of this, for your protection and mine. It’s a small thing, the memory. When pulled from the brain it’s a fully blossomed flower, silver pedals so fine you can see through them. They don't wither, instead they fold in on themselves as if it’s blooming in reverse until it’s a small fine pearl. There are many ways to do this but this by far is the most beautiful,” Oya answered with fascination of the pearl now formed between her fingertips. “You can keep the coin, it’ll bring you great fortune and though it will not save you from the future it will make your present more fun.” She turned, letting the pearl be hidden by softly cut moonstones the size of the coin she had just parted with, pushing it to the bottom. She had no use for that memory, keeping it with her would be a waste. Some things are better hidden in plain sight. Oya withdrew her energies on her way out of the store.  

Finding Miss Robichaux’s Academy would prove easier that she thought, the place famous for coming out as witches, the only school for witchcraft in the world, or rather, the only school known for it. It was famous for that and infamous for the tragedy that happened within its walls.  

The house stood tall and proud with its columns and white walls standing out against the green bushes surrounding the premise and the dark spiked fence that caged it all in. From the outside it looked like the rest of the houses on the street, expensive and upper class, with the common Louisiana air surrounding it. Behind her the taxi speed away, leaving her alone on the pavement overlooking it with an wary eye.

Sweat beaded on her neck, it made the white shirt stick to her back uncomfortably. Hair stuck to her skin, the ponytail proving to not help against the humid air. Her eyes landed on the gate in front of her, on the chains and padlock wrapped around the bars to keep people from entering. With a fick on her wrist the padlock sprung open and fell to the ground with the sound of scuffing metal following it the way down and continuing after it had stopped by the chains following in its path. The gate opened with a loud groan, the mental complaining.

With one single step over the barrier the air changed as if all the oxygen had been pulled out and replaced with a void. It seemed stale, with no mention of life, no vibrance at the presence of magic. It crept along her spine and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand in spite of being stuck to her skin.

Oya passed over the fine stone path, the grass withered and overgrown, reaching towards the sky in the hope of a drop of water. She neared the porch, the floorboards creaking beneath her feet, groaning at her weight.

In front of her were the reminands of a voodoo ritual for breaching a barrier of protection, a bowl with the contents rotting away, traces of ash and blood on the dark wood. It was a spark of magic, nothing more, a faint rippel overshadowed by the empty void that lingered in the air.

With a sigh she hitched the bag up to get a better grip of it, her palms sweaty and unable to keep a proper hold of the heavy thing. The door opened screaming to the sky for oil on it’s hinges and it screamed again as it closed behind her. Inside the house the void became more apparent and for a moment it took her breath away. The air inside was a complete contrast of the outside, it was cold and dry, small specks of dust gleaming through the rays of light that slipped in between the skotters. It smelled dusty and illventilated, and of course it would, there had been no one here since the investigation wrapped up. Everything was covered in a fine layer of white dust. With each step she took she made footprints over the hardwood floor.

She followed her instinct that lead her to what would have been the dining hall, with a long table placed in the middle of the room, a white ghosty cover thrown on top of it in an attempt to keep the dust from settling on its surface. Though by the look of it, the surface would already have been ruined. Around the floor chairs was scattered, some tipped over while others were forced to the corners furthest from the table.

Traces of blood lingered on the wood speaking of the tragedy that happened within its blood splattered walls, with white chalk lines were drawn around where the body would have been.

She took a step into the room and felt something beneath her shoe. It was an old nail, it’s tip bloodied. Not far from it were the remains of aquamarine and shell casings. There should have been energy knitting in the air, magic reminands remaining in a place like this, there should have been something. But the void hollowed it out, carved into the seams of energy and killing them before they formed. Where there had been life there should be embers left of it, fragments of it, especially with so many witches.

Oya dumped the bag on top of the table, opening it up and placing the content in the open. Everything was placed neatly and in order, the black candles standing out against the white, the dark ceramic bowl a circle and the herbs and stones placed neatly and ready for usage.

Instead of beginning the ritual something drew her attention. She followed it up the stairs, past the blood stain on the floor and through the ghostly halls. A mixture of her own herbs burned as sage in her hand, the white smoke dancing in ever changing patterns in front of her. She passed through a door and into one of many bedrooms. It was faint, the fragment of magic, but it was there.

Upon entering further into the room she noticed the burns in the floor. It wasn’t the fragment she was looking for but it did speak of powerful magic. Her incense filled the room with a varied smell of burning herbs, it continued to fill the room with smoke when she put it down on the bedside table, she caught onto remnant.

“Papa Legba,” she mused in thought.

A shadow passed over the walls, followed by a dark laugh. Magic filled the air, electrified it and tickled over her skin. One moment she had been alone the next she was joined by a powerful presence.

“It is not every a goddess speaks my name,” a dark voice with heavy accent spoke, each word formed a particular way she could not place. Oya turned and watched the dark shadow’s owner, a black man who wore white warpaint that framed in his red eyes. Dreads draped over the shoulders of his tux jacket, underneath a white shirt ruffled up. Power emminated off of him in surges. She raised a brow at him, eyes watching with caution as he took a seat, placing both hands on top of his cane.

“Papa Legba?” She asked, taking a seat on the bed. Whatever he came here for it was not to harm her. Though his power was dominant and mighty, her own reached just as wide as his, if not more.

“That is my name,” he smile an alligator smile. A demigod like him didn’t fit into the frame of the Robichaux witches, none of the practiced voodoo or any variation of that. It was more likely that any voodoo practitioner in the french quarter would call for him than these witches and still, somehow, they knew of him, had called him.

“Why are you here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, mon cheri,” he answered. Something about him made her heart speed up, not that she’d let it show. “I was down in hell when I heard your voice speak my name and I just had to see if the rumors were true.”

“Rumors?”

“The goddess of the underworld is back,” he answered and offered another smile, red eyes gleaming. “What is you doing here, child?”

“I wanted to see if I could find the witches,” she said, folding her hands in her lap. Papa Legba laughed, the sound carrying itself up the walls, booming through the room with a dark base. “You’ve had dealings with them, why else would your reminands be here?”

Papa remained silent, watching her with eyes of a predator. He reminded her of an alligator, its eyes shining through the dark of night, revealing the presence of strong jaws and endless teeth. But he also felt strangely familiar, not in the way that they knew each other but in the way they stood equal, a goddess of a forgotten religion that gave birth to the one that would overshadow it and the other a demigod of a religion just as forgotten, with myth being the only thing to carry the tales of him.

“Do you know where the witches are?”

“An answer like that demands a steep price,” he spoke.

“Tell me the price and I’ll pay,” she exclaimed quickly, cutting Papa Legba off from continuing. He grinned at her, not minding her sudden outburst but rather finding it entertaining.

“An answer like that demands a steep price,” he repeated, “If only I knew the answer. I do not know where the witches has gone, they have hidden themselves and are beyond my reach.”

She wrinkled her nose, letting out a sigh at the setback. She should have known, in a way she did, the expectations to find something not even the devil himself could were highly unlikely. Michael had told her they were gone, finding them were unlikely but when he had told her he were to attend a meeting, she took the opportunity to travel to Louisiana to see for herself.  

And maybe it was just not for seeking the witches, but to see what she was up against.

“It can’t only be out of curiosity you come here,” Oya said with suspicion laced in her voice.

“Why not?” He questioned, tilting his head a little. The necklaces he wore sounded off, bones clicking into each other. If he were an alligator she was a serpent.

“You said there were rumors of me,” she continued, dismissing his question for one of her own. “What rumors?”

“The queen of the underworld walks upon the earth once more, no longer bound,” he answered her. His accent turned most ‘t’s into ‘d’s, shaped off the words into something softer and yet clear. “You kingdom awaits you. It may be smaller than what the previous queen had but it is still there.”

“My kingdom can wait, I still have much to do here.”

“Mmm, with the antichrist,” Papa hummed at her, leaning back in the chair that groaned beneath his weight. “Your kingdom will not grow if he is the one to end this world.”

A frown formed on her face, brows knitted together in question. “What do you mean?”

“You do not know?” Now it was his turn to be surprised, or rather act like it. Something about him told her that he knew things she’d never know, a keeper of secrets, one who saw the strings and knew where they lead. She supposed he should, being who he was. “Every life you take, child, brings their soul to your kingdom.”

It took a moment of confusion until it dawned on her. “If the world is whipped out by the bombs the souls would either go to heaven or hell and my kingdom, the underworld, will never grow.”

“For it was not you who took their life,” Papa finished. Oya mused over it, biting her lip in thought.

“What of you? Do you have a kingdom?”

“I am but a demigod. I stand between this world and hell. No, I do not have a kingdom…” he answered her. He did not have a kingdom but he had many souls beneath him, many helpers, soldiers, whatever he needed. Satan gave him orders, he was the boss of hell, but that didn’t mean Papa didn’t have any power down there. Not at all.

She suppose that’s what would happen if she didn’t claim her throne, if her kingdom dwindled in to nothing, that she’d take up as a part of hell, be a glorified crossroad demon. As other religions fell, so did their worlds. If Oya hadn’t been born with the blood of Ereshkigal, if she hadn’t been reborn with her soul, her underworld would have succumb to hell.

Maybe that was why her powers lashed out, to make a mark, however little it was, that it should still remain. She killed thousands and now their souls were hers.

She killed her mother.

“My kingdom may not grow in the underworld, Papa, but it will grow in this world,” She voiced with confidence. Papa smirked at her, no more and no less.

“The antichrist would give you a crown?” He questioned and lifted his cane only to immediately drop it to the floor with a click. “Would call you his queen?” Click. “Will see you as equal?” Click.

“Yes,” Oya said and stood. “If he give less than I deserve he will pay.”

“I am sure he will,” Papa said, watching her movements. Oya passed through the room, towards the door. There was nothing left to be said, Papa had planted his words and seen them cropped when they set root. Oya was confident in her stance with Michael, confident in his words.

“Goodbye, Papa Legba,” She said, turning to look over her shoulder as she had reached the door. Legba remained seated, sending her an alligator smile, eyes red and gleaming.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Cheri,” His voice were soft. Papa drew in a breath as she stood, his shadow passing over the walls in an unnatural way, a faint sound of hissing seemingly coming out of nowhere. “I hope to see you again soon and with crown this time.”

Papa disappeared in front of her eyes, taking his shadow and the hissing with him. It was in the moment of farewell Oya realised everything had been spoken in korean, in her native tongue, it left a strange knot where her heart was.

In the air lingered his presence, the touch of his magic, ancient and otherworldly. Oya closed the door after her, passing through the halls as silently she could with her heels clicking against the floor.

As she came into the dining hall all the candles lit up, casting a warm glow through the empty house, lights and shadows dancing on the white walls. In the chermetic bowl she placed the herbs she had purchased, pouting snake oil over the dried up content. In the bowl she crushed bone of a goat, then added an oil she herself had made, one to open up the mind. Oya ran two finger through the sticky content, lifting them to her eyes and drawing circles around her eyes.The mixture was then crushed together into a liquid, one that’d make a person's stomach turn by the smell of it, even more so when she put it to flame.

Blue flames licked the air, slowly dissipating into heavy smoke than poured over the sides of the bowl, fell thickly onto the table to its edge and then to the floor. Soon the entire room was covered in white smog so thick the dark hardwood floor was gone. Oya spoke in tongues, words long forgotten forming on her lips to be send out into the room. She held her hands over the bowl, swaying back and forth to tempt the past to come forth. Her magic filled the room, every cavity that had been left. A sudden jitter went through her and when she opened her eyes once more, they had gone completely white.

The room became fully lit, no longer were the light withheld by shutters, the white covers gone so that she could fully see the antique table. Nails and stones were scattered over the wood, scratching up its surface in an unholy way. At the end of the table opposite her were a woman, hair grey and pinned up, her skin wrinkles and covered in wounds. A girl cried to her side, clawing her way over the floor only to be stopped by a bullet coming from a black cladded woman, a woman whose face she didn't recognize nor did she care to look properly. Instead her eyes turned to Michael, passing through the room with his hands folded behind his back, hair a shorter halo that what she was used to. He stepped over the bodies of the witches as if they were nothing more than mere obstacles. Michael turned towards her, his tongue behind his lip as he inspected the death around him.

She watched as a girl ran through the opened doors and up the stairs, a bullet painting her white shirt red, then another to bring her down. Oya’s heart raced, death clung to the air, filled it with a cold touch, skellet fingers trailing up her spine. Death was something, it was of substance while the void she had felt were nothing. Death clawed at the wooden floors, painting the world in red, life snuffed from a full fire ablaze to embers. Embers were still something.

One moment the room was full of light, of red, of death and then the next it was dark, the moon casting a ghostly light into the room. Oya watched as a blond woman, cheeks stained with sorrow, lips quivering with pain, walk through the room. Her hands shook. When she saw one of the witches on the floor she fell to her knees with a cry that cut through the air.

Oya neared her, feeling how death had left the room, replaced with the vast void of nothing. All embers of life were gone, snuffed out. It was as if Michael had poured water over life's fire until even the embers, the smallest traces of life, were gone completely. There were nothing in these bodies, no tether for the soul to find its way back to, no fragments of life or traces of the soul. There were nothing.

It clung to her, strained Oya’s breath as fear flared up in her chest. She gripped one of the chairs to hold herself  up, but found her hand went through it. Oya fell to her knees beside the only life within the house. The woman leaned down trying to breathe life back into the younger witch, to no avail. Her breath were mere air, no magic could bring back what no longer existed. She tried desperately, choking out cries when nothing happened.

Whatever Michael had done it was permanent. He had taken their life and extinguished their souls. There were nothing left of them, nothing for heaven and nothing for hell. Just nothing. It reminded her of the Inbetween, the vast empty but there was a difference, the Inbetween was something.

Oya found herself kneeling on the floor, hands gripping at the wood but hidden by the white smog. Slowly it began to lift, what was hidden beneath revealed. White floors stained by blood. It took a while to compose herself enough to stand and when she did, she gripped the table and used it as clutch while her mind spun.

The vision had told her nothing of where the witches were but it did reveal a fearsome truth. Michael had the ability to erase someone completely. What she feared wasn’t Michael nor really his intent with the ability but rather the erasement itself. The trust she held him didn’t waver.

But she did feel a twig of sympathy for the mourning witch. To see her loved ones gone, erased from every world. It was nothing but a mere afterthought, the witches had caused far greater pain, to her they were no allie nor anything resembling a friend. Witches were the ones that bound her, they were the one who conspired so much pain and agony, they saw themselves as inherently good, just like they thought their magic were. But magic were neither good or bad, it was not light or dark, magic was neutral in every way, it was the intent behind them that painted them one way or another.

With a sigh she pushed away the bowl and found another one, placing the same herbs and ingredients as the one she had done at home. If the witches were to come back she’d know.

It was the last thing she did before leaving, now with a lighter bag.