#Ain't nothing worse than waiting forever

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Aiden is not ok. (Also known as I shook a Cat Witcher and trauma fell out).

Aiden trembled from a mixture of cold and fear as the wind buffeted the top of the high tree, fingers digging into the bark as he hugged the thick trunk as best as he could, the movement impeded by large armour and shirt sleeves which fell back around his elbows, he knew that if he lowered his hands the fabric would fall to cover them completely in the same way the cuffs of too big trousers pooled around his bare feet, his medallion hung heavy around his neck and dangled down to his stomach.

He stared out at the tightrope that seemed to go on forever - he couldn't even see the other end! He risked a glance down and immediately wished he hadn't. Dyn Marv was just a series of specks underneath him, any noise coming from the other inhabitants disappearing before it reached him. Had it always been this far, this high? No...this wasn't right.

"Well?!"

He turned his head to see Treyse - as unimpressed and imposing as ever and riddled with arrows piercing him from every possible angle- glaring down at him, "Stop stalling, boy. You're the last and everyone's sick of fucking waiting on you. Don't disappoint me."

Aiden shook his head mutely, not wanting to lower his gaze from that of the Grandmaster. What were the chances someone down below would hear him if he screamed? That Guxart would hear him? The Cats second in command could be reasoned with at least and Aiden knew the man liked him to some degree. He'd convince Treyse to let him come back down!

As if reading his thoughts Treyse rolled his eyes, an air of impatience growing, "Guxart ain't coming brat. He's got better things to do than keep pulling your arse out of the fire. Now, go!"

"Please, I can't!" Aiden pleaded in a child's tremor. It was too high and too far and he was in clothes for someone taller and broader than him....he'd never make it.

"It'll go worse for you if you don't." Treyse growled, eyes flashing dangerously and Aiden knew from experience he wasn't joking. He'd personally felt the others switch too many times. Fighting back tears, Aiden turned to look back out at the treetops and took his first step onto the coarse rope.

Aiden could hear voices coming from below him now and he strained to try and make out what they were saying - were they cheering him on or hoping he'd come tumbling down? He couldn't tell, it all sounded so jumbled and muffled. He heard a series of shouts and shrieks when he rocked dangerously thanks to a particularly strong gust of wind before righting himself and continuing to shuffle forwards, not daring to fully lift his feet incase they got caught up in too much fabric and made him fall.

He could see the other end! Not far now. Not far...

Aiden froze and fought back a scream as another figure came into view. Jad smirked at him from where he was leaning against the trunk of the tree Aiden was heading towards, a mean looking axe swinging idly in his hand, a thick line of red running from ear to ear. As soon as he made eye contact that smirk grew into a toothy, self satisfied grin - the last expression Aiden had seen before the pain of an arrow followed by darkness - as he hefted the axe properly. And promptly bought it down on the rope, cutting though it in one swing as if it was a length of sewing thread and not hemp as thick as Aiden's child-skinny arm.

This time, Aiden did scream as he felt himself start to freefall....

Aiden sat bolt upright, breathing heavily as he rapidly took in his surroundings. He was indeed lying on the forest floor, but in a bedroll next to a small fire, the hands he held up in front of him were those of an adult, scarred and callused. He ran them over his face and fell backwards, focusing on his breathing and the sweat drying around his temples.

"Aiden?" Lambert asked sleepily from next to him, concerned overtaking sleepiness as he started to come fully awake, "What happened?"

"It's nothing, just a dream. I'm sorry I woke you." Lambert continued to stare at him unblinking. Aiden leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Go back to sleep love, I'm fine."

Lambert didn't push him on the obvious lie as he pressed a kiss of his own to the scar which ran over Aiden's now missing eye before gently pulling the Cat into his arms. Aiden went willingly, he knew he wouldn't get any more sleep tonight but he'd rather spend it with his face buried in the soft fabric of his lover's shirt than staring up at the canopy of trees caging them in.

[retromotherfuckers]

If You Win Or Lose

Characters:

morgan winchester (OC), john winchester, sam and dean are only mentioned, will mciver (OC)

Summary:

after the death of the boy she loves, morgan runs away. but nothing lasts forever.

Warnings:

SPN typical alcohol abuse & violence, themes of mental illness, parental abuse, MAJOR gaslighting, character death. please let me know if i missed anything

Word Total:

2,425

A/N:

you don't need to read When The Sun Sets to understand this. this is a one shot within that universe, but it predates that series, and also the show itself

it is of my humble opinion that john was an abuser, even if the show refused to acknowledge that. this is essentially an insight into his and morgan's relationship

so yeah, this one ain't too happy. i don't think i'm capable of writing happy shit 💀

morgan may have fallen in love w a dude but our girl is not straight

italics are flashbacks or thoughts

dean: 19, morgan: 18, sam: 15

Four fingers of whiskey fill and drain over and over. In the shitty hotel bar, she sat up against the decaying oak wall in a flimsy chair. A hazy world surrounded her, everything moving in slow motion. The few other stragglers had no notion of what was brewing in her mind - the darkness that shrouded her eyes, making colors look muted in the small neighborhood. It seemed no one knew how much she depended on the amber liquid to keep things still.

Morgan had been around people all her life, but she'd never once felt a real kind of companionship with them. She knew her brothers cared because they had to; she knew they tried. She just wished that when they asked if life was okay, they'd somehow know her answer was bullshit. That they'd somehow cut off the lies spilling from her lips and just say that they know.

But Sammy was only fifteen. He wasn't old enough to really be able to tell, and if he could, she was the older sister. What she said was what he believed. And Dean was Dean. Not the best emotional support person.  

They never did catch it, and that was the point. As long as she said she was fine, they believe it because that's what they want to hear. They didn't want to know that she hadn't felt like her home was her home in years. Even if that home was the rumble of an engine and cassettes so loud, she couldn't hear herself think. 

They didn't know that she had done things only the lowest of the low would even think of just to keep moving. They don't want to know that the only reason she got out of bed was so she could ease the hangover from the night before. They didn't want to know how hard it was to ask when it was her turn for anything better than this and to keep getting ignored. They didn't want to know that her real reason for living was gone but that his dying wish was for her to keep going. 

"Just promise me you'll try."

They didn't want to know that sometimes she could hurt so bad that she stopped feeling anything at all. That she knew her heart was still beating, but her lungs had stopped pumping oxygen. That waiting for her eyes to stop feeling so heavy while she watched the world spin was worse than actually being a part of it. And even with all that frigid emptiness, there was a widening hole in her chest where a person used to be. And now that he was gone, the ceiling was about to cave in, and all she had left to hold it up was a little white bag and a bottle.

"Where the hell have you been?" The familiar voice broke her from her thoughts, the same that had been repeating for months, on and off, like a scratched record. She didn't have to look up to see who it was. She knew that voice. It's half of the voices that raised her, but not the one who deserved the credit.

She didn't acknowledge him, stuck staring at her drink. His voice made her shiver, and she was too much of a damn coward to face him. "Around."

"Really?" John said, his tone hardening with her one-word response. "'Cause to me, it looks like you ran away and went missing like a child. For. Two. Months."

She took a large gulp of her drink, almost downing the whole thing in one go. She had rehearsed this conversation countless times, waiting for the flash of civilian life to end and for him to find her. But now that it was happening, she felt like a fishing boat in a storm, tossed around by waves of fear and wrath.

Her father's gaze was oppressive, cold, and unyielding. Green eyes cut into her, making her feel like he was staring right through her. She always felt small around him. He had always known the right words to use to humiliate her.

"Let's go," He ordered, not even sitting down. It was like he knew this wasn't even a discussion to be had. She would obey, and that was the end of it. "The boys are waiting."

"Dad," Morgan began, her voice shaky and horse. "I'm not going back."

She could imagine John's lips curled into a sneer as his eyes bore into her. Daring her to defy him more. "You don't get a choice. You're coming. That's final."

Morgan felt a surge of anger. "Why can't you just let me be? I know what's good for me more than you do."

John stepped closer, his face inches from hers. "You belong with your family, not out here alone when we're not there to protect you. I taught you better than that."

It wasn’t praise. John Winchester wouldn’t know praise if it bit him in the ass. He did teach her better than that, and since she’s deliberately not following orders, she’s less than worthless.

She recoiled slightly, the familiar pang of anxiety twisting in her gut. "This isn't about family, dad, it's about-" She fumbled over her words, unsure if she could say it, but hoping for some surge of courage she hadn't had her whole life. "It's about how you can't stand that I'm walking around without you making my own decisions. You just wanna control me-"

John's hand lashed out, slapping the counter beside her, making her visibly flinch and effectively cutting her off. "After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me? I don't need to control you; you need me to do it. To keep you alive," he sneered. "And the running away from your shit and pretending we don't exist just proves it."

Morgan's eyes welled with tears, but she refused to let them fall. "Everything you've done," Her voice shook as she spoke. "You've done for yourself and your twisted little fantasy of finding the thing that killed Mom."

He grabbed her wrist, his grip like a vise. "Oh, yeah? And what do you think you can do to stop me?" She yanked her arm free, the skin already bruising. His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flicker of doubt. But then his expression hardened, and he took a step closer, his shadow enveloping her. "You're making a big mistake, Morgan. You'll regret this."

She took a deep breath, her resolve wavering. The sooner she got away, the better. "The only mistake I made was not getting out earlier."

As she turned to leave, John's hand shot out, grabbing her shoulder and keeping her still. His voice was low and twisted with fury. The deep growl and the warmth of his breath in her ear made chills run up her spine.

"You think you can just walk away from me?"

Morgan's heart sank into her stomach. It wasn't a threat, but she could feel one coming. Her strength was slipping away, the familiar terror clawing at her mind. She'd never be able to hide from him for too long. Just look at her now, it had only been two months.

She was smart. But John was smarter.

"You're coming home, whether you like it or not." He took her stunned stillness as his queue to spin her around, forcing her chin up to look at him. She'd probably have marks on her jaw from how tight he was holding her. "You're really gonna leave us to fend for ourselves? You're so damn selfish-"

"I haven't been selfish a day in my fucking life-"

Her father scoffed as if that was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "Well, by your logic, you're picking the wrong time to start." He got closer if it was even possible, and he looked at her like she was the dirt he loved to walk over. "Will's dead, Mo, and it's your fault. I told you not to go on that hunt alone, but what did you fucking do? You ignored me, like always. When are you gonna learn that you need me? Boy-Toy's not coming back, you saw to that. Stop wasting everyone's time and get over it."

Boy-Toy. That's all John saw him as now. Even though he liked to call Will's parents the closest people he had to friends besides Uncle Bobby. 

Will had been with them for a year and a half when his parents died. They were helping him look for his aunt, the only family he had left. Only problem was they only knew her first name and that she was his mother's sister. So Will, Morgan and Sam searched for his aunt, while John and Dean searched for the demon.

For a while, things were okay. John was slightly more neutral when Will was around, starting fewer arguments and hitting them less. But when he walked in on them hooking up, Dean had to haul her father off of the boy. And then off of Morgan, too.

Two months ago, Morgan was desperate to prove herself to her father. Dean had already completed three solo hunts as a trial run. John wanted to see what he was capable of. Dean surpassed his expectations, as he always did. A rougarou, two vengeful spirits and a vampire taken care of in three weeks.

Will hadn't wanted to go on that hunt without help, but Morgan was frantic. She had to show her father what she was made of, but when Will discovered her plans, he was not going to let her do it alone. 

The air is thick with tension, each step bringing them closer to the lair of the wendigo they've been tracking for days. The forest is dense, moonlight barely piercing the thick canopy above. The silence of the night is broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

"Are you sure about this?" Will whispers, his voice barely audible.

Morgan turns to him, her blue eyes fierce and determined. "Yeah! We can do this, I swear."

They press on, the beam of their flashlights cutting through the darkness. Suddenly, a chilling growl echoes through the trees. Their hearts start racing as they tighten their grip on their chosen weapons. They're close.

The wendigo lunges out of the shadows, its eyes glowing with a malevolent type of starvation. Will fires his shotgun, but the creature is too fast. It knocks him to the ground, claws slashing through his shirt.

"Will!" Morgan screams, rushing to him. He struggles beneath the wendigo's weight, blood pooling from his wounds.

"Go!" He shouts, but his words are so garbled she hears her name, like a plea. "It's too strong!"

And Morgan can't leave him; he knows she would never. She swings her machete with all her strength, striking the creature's back. It howls in pain, momentarily distracted. Will uses the opportunity to push it off him, but the wendigo retaliates with a vicious swipe, its claws sinking deep into his chest.

"No!" Morgan drops to her knees beside Will as the wendigo retreats into the shadows. "No, no-"

Will's breathing is ragged, and he squeezes his eyes shut in distress. "Mo... I'm sorry..."

"Don't talk like that," she says, tears already streaming down her face. "You're gonna be okay, you'll be fine. We'll get you back to Dean. He'll know what to do."

Will reaches up, his hand trembling as he gently touches her cheek. His eyes are wet, too, but he quickly tries to hide the pain he's in. He graces her with a smile, but it's gone as fast as it appears. 

"Remember when Dean was giving me shit for how long my hair is?" He waits for her to nod. It doesn't take her so long to react because she doesn't remember. She takes a few extra seconds because she can't figure out why he's bringing that up right now. "You shut him up so fast," he says with a strained laugh. "You definitely liked me first."

Morgan chuckles through her tears, but the light memory doesn't last too long in her mind.

He's dying he's dying he's dying

"But I love you, Mo...please...remember that."

"Stop it. You don't get to say that as a goodbye," she demanded, but her voice didn't have the force to make it believable. "You're not allowed to tell me you love me and then die. It's not fair."

"I'll be okay," he rasps. "Just promise me you'll try. Promise me…" His voice fades from there. He has more he wants to say, Morgan can tell, but he used up all his strength.

"Will, please," She begs, her words cracking. "Don't-"

But Will's eyes flutter closed, his hand falls lifelessly to the ground, and Morgan screams.

She doesn't have it in her to set up a pyre. Will doesn't want that. He says it feels barbaric to him. He came from a hunting family and knew it was to prevent the possibility of becoming was a vengeful spirit, but he’s never wavered. He wants a real burial, like normal people have. He wants his family and friends there; they don't have to say anything, just be there.

"It just doesn't feel right, you know? We should be returned to the earth and all that crap. It's more…I don't know, peaceful."

Hours later, as dawn breaks, she buries him under an oak tree. She stands alone - yet another way she's letting him down. Her heart and mind are in tatters, her tears mingle with the soot. She can't face her family, not after what just happened. She can't bear her father’s inevitable punishment. Or her brothers’ pity. Or the possibility that they hate her for letting their friend die.

With one last look at the makeshift grave, Morgan turns and walks away, the shadows of the forest swallowing her whole. She doesn't know where she's going, only that she has to keep moving.

She looked into her father's eyes and saw the unyielding force of his will. In that moment, she knew she had lost.

Defeated, she lowered her gaze, closed her eyes and barely whispered, "Okay."

John's grip loosened slightly, a triumphant smile creeping across his face. Harder than necessary, he slapped her shoulder in appreciation. "Good girl. Now pack your shit. We're leaving in a half hour."

As Morgan turned towards the exit, she felt the weight of his victory settle over her like a cloak. The life she thought she might have wanted crumbled away, leaving only the cold, harsh reality of her father's world. She walked slowly, each step feeling like a surrender, her heart heavy with the knowledge that, for now, he had won.

[untitledmemes]

Hazbin Hotel Prompts

Part III An assortment of prompts taken from the series Hazbin Hotel on Amazon Prime. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I know you don't want to, but we need every advantage we can get. ”

“ You got daddy issues? ”

“ I'd like to meet the big dick incharge. ”

“ Who am I kidding? This sucks! ”

“ Where are you these days? ”

“ You know I haven't been watching much TV lately. Scrambles the brain. ”

“ Anything in my power is yours for the asking. ”

“ Wait. You're inviting me over? ”

“ It's showtime! ”

“ Look how much you haven't grown! Still fun sized. ”

“ It's nice to finally put a face to the name. ”

“ You are much shorter in real life. ”

“ You like girls? So do I! We have so much in common! ”

“ Who needs a busboy now that you've got the chef? ”

“ I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref. ”

“ I'm truly honored that we built such a bond. ”

“ It's a little funny, you can almost call me dad. ”

“ They say when you're looking for assistance, it's smart to pick the path of least resistance. ”

“ Sadly there are times when a birth parent is a dud. ”

“ I know you were all waiting for me! ”

“ Why is everybody gawking? Is it cuz I'm adorable? ”

“ Hey, watch it, tall dark and creepy. ”

“ You gotta warn a girl when she's in mixed company. ”

“ Where can a girl get a drink around here? ”

“ Don't tell me you're not happy to see me. You might hurt my feelings. ”

“ All you could hear was screams. ”

“ Underneath it all, he's a total sweetie. ”

“ Who in their right mind would cross me? ”

“ Big talk for someone who's also on a leash. ”

“ These are our people. I have to try. ”

“ You build something nice, you invite people in and offer them everything, and they just bring violence and chaos to your doorstep. ”

“ It doesn't matter how well intentioned you are, they're always going to disappoint you. ”

“ It's time I remind everyone why I am here. ”

“ You don't actually give a shit about this tacky place, do ya? ”

“ They didn't listen to me, they wouldn't listen to you. ”

“ I won't lose it all again. ”

“ I'll shelter and adore you more than anything. ”

“ It's the view I had of you that showed me dreams can be worth fighting for. ”

“ Looks like the apple doesn't fall far. ”

“ Whatever could be the problem, my dear? ”

“ I wish I could come, sweetie, but I have that thing... ”

“ You been texting me depressing shit all day, figured we could tear shit up like old times. ”

“ Well, if it isn't my arch-nemesis. Have you come to meet your fate in battle? ”

“ Are you sure you're in the right place? Because I think you might be a little lost. ”

“ I'm sorry you can't stay. ”

“ I'm handling this shit right now. ”

“ Don't fucking shush me, bitch. ”

“ I want you to do whatever you need to do to keep this problem from getting worse. ”

“ You sure fucked up, didn't you? ”

“ If you have actual evidence, then show it already. ”

“ Take one of these and you won't be worrying about nothing. ”

“ I just thought you were better than that. ”

“ I think you're done, tiny. ”

“ I was thinking maybe, um, you'd wanna do... a sex with me? ”

“ I just want a taste. ”

“ I may have to put up with your bullshit, but you ain't fucking with any of my friends. ”

“ It's not as simple as you think. Not everything is spelled in ink. ”

“ Guess the cat's out of the bag. ”

“ I wanted to save you the anguish it takes to do what was required. ”

“ If hell is forever, then heaven must be a lie. ”

“ Don't you act all high and mighty. ”

“ How can I bring joy when I now know we are bringing misery to thousands of innocent people? ”

“ I couldn't bear to see you suffer that fate. ”

[munchmemes]

x ambassadors lyrics, vhs edition

▸ i will ... i will not be here. i will be away from you guys. far away.  ▸ we may follow you. ▸ you do and you die. ▸ run away with me. ▸ long live the pioneers, rebels and mutineers. ▸ go forth and have no fear. ▸ come close and lend an ear. ▸ all hail the underdogs. ▸ it's our time to make a move. ▸ it's our time to make amends. ▸ it's our time to break the rules. ▸ hold on to me, i'm a little unsteady. ▸ i'm alone cause this house doesn't feel like home. ▸ if you love me, don't let go. ▸ i know that you're tired of being alone. ▸ i know you're trying to fight when you feel like flying. ▸ you know you got to hang on. don't let go. ▸ i might be better off without you. ▸ there's too many people all around you. all these vultures that surround you, they don't know a thing about you. ▸ you're so gorgeous. 'cause you make me feel gorgeous. ▸ nobody understands you, you ain't nothing they can handle. ▸ we are young, we are free. ▸ can i start? ▸ lights out, i'm afraid of everything that moves. ▸ god, i'm running in fear. ▸ too good. ain't it all too good? ▸ i keep waking up afraid to look on the bright side. ▸ i get nervous when i'm happy. i get nervous cause what comes up must come down. ▸ okay. doing A-OK. ▸ i'm nothing but a low life, thinking about my own life. ▸ i'm trying to fight the good old fight but after it all, i'm still just a low life. ▸ now please tell me i'm broke. it's much easier that way cause i just let you down. ▸ i can't help myself from falling. ▸ i started to reflect on all that's been before. ▸ i've been working night and day. ▸ i'm going berserk and i'm going insane. ▸ i'm gonna go big, i feel bigger than ever before. ▸ hey, it's a new day. ▸ take it out on me. i try to help out, you push back. ▸ no matter what, you know that i will lift you up for now and forever. ▸ i will lift you up til you feel light as a feather. ▸ i know times are tough when you're under pressure. ▸ i know you need somebody to act like it's alright. ▸ i've been reaching from the ground up to the highest heights. ▸ i've been cooking up a shit storm and i feel alright. ▸ i got my head in the clouds and my feet up off of the ground. ▸ i feel like death is chasing me down. ▸ i've been picking up the short stick, going from bad to worse. ▸ today i'm gonna superpower. ▸ when you came around, i was dried up. i was broken down. ▸ i can't find it. the road i traveled on is gone. ▸ i can't give you love 'cause i'm loveless. ▸ i gave it all, they robbed me blind. ▸ when i met you, i was half a [man/woman/person] with half a heart and half a chance. ▸ i can't give you my love. i can't give up on you. ▸ i feel too cold to live, too young to die. ▸ just forget the wit, it's the best to use. ▸ ain't no god on these streets in the heart of the jungle. ▸ i lost my mind in the city of lights. in the backstreets buildings and the neon lights. ▸ when i heard the thunder, i could feel the rain. it's the same to me, just a different name. ▸ i ain't no ken and you ain't no barbie. ▸ ain't none of my friends have a perfect body. ▸ if we let it all go, we could break the mold. ▸ from my head to my toes, i'm feeling overexposed. ▸ all my faults, all your scars. who i am, who you are. i wanna be naked with you. ▸ no more lies, no more hate. no more waiting in the wings. ▸ take my hand, take this danger. ▸ classic on-camera moment.

[androgynealienfemme]

"I know what femme is, and it's about honour.

Femmes are my oxygen. My water. I have fallen for queer masculinity that still gets it up for femmes since I was sixteen, but you, you are my daily love letter. You are my Trader Joe's dried chili mango, $1.99 in my purse, every day. Something sweet and fiery and full of flavour; I can reach for it, and it will feed me, sustain me, keep me going. Every day, gorgeous, perfect, needed. I reach for you. Femmes are my wealth. If I shine, it's because of you.

When I met you, I fell in love with you utterly. Never wanted to fuck you, not once (didn't let myself), but I fell in fierce, femme, best-friend-forever love with you. Dizzy. Delish. Tasty. Luscious. All the words that are satisfying in your mouth.

I friend-dated you. Prepped my outfits careful because I knew you would notice every little thing about them, love them best. Got myself ready like I got myself ready for dates with lovers, ready to be on and perfect and attentive. The first time we hung out, your teal suede pointy flats matched my teal knotted peep-toe slight heels, and it felt like a sign. We lay giggling in your Craigslist four-poster iron bed heaped with pillows and scarves from the homelands. Took two hours to get our outfits together, three to put on five layers of eyeshadow, were five hours late to pick up the shark we were trying to bust out of her horrible relationship, who was pissed, tapping her foot waiting on the corner. Made it to the gay Arab club on Market and 6th, and dirty danced together like it wasn't a thing.

You disappeared, and I found you chain-smoking outside, flirting with the Tunisian butch union organizer. One of us got finger fucked through the crotch hole of her fishnets in the corner. But the best part of the night was the smooth ride home in your black Honda Accord that had nothing wrong with it. Together, dizzy and happy from the night out, safe and alive. Whichever one of us was less drunk would get us home over the bridge safe. I got it down, memorized how to drive home next to everyone else drunk-driving home to Oakland. The quiet-- us next to each other after a night of being drunk wild girls with some kind of uncertain wind between our thighs -- it's all I needed. That was what I loved about us: that we were drunk and insane and loving, screaming, laughing, half-naked brown girls. it's just like Lisa Jones said. Give me an army, a gang of girls. A million sistas ain't enough.

My pack, my prayer, my everyday, my everyday till it blows up and out. Sometimes I feel like I've been writing the same story since I started writing, about loves that stays and love that blows up no matter how careful you tend it.

...

When you left me for good, I mourned for you worse than I had for lost lovers. Because femmes are each other's wealth. Riches. Gold and fake gems that flint purple, amber. Food in the pantry. Massage on tired brown limbs. The effortless bliss of each other. My rock, my oxygen, my dearest and most passionate love.

You left, and I am hungry. And I will feed myself and feed others and be fed. But part of the hunger's consummation is this. Because femme is about honour. And I honour this love."

"Never Be Hungry Again" by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha, On Butch and Femme: Compiled Readings, (edited by I.M. Epstein) (2017)

[gyorogyoro]

Tomodachi Life Mii Dump

A bit different than my usual posting but feel free to take these Miis for yourself. I just evicted half of the residents from my island, who had almost filled up the entire building. It's why I don't make OCs. They can be edited in case you want to change some features. May add more codes to this post some other time.

Concert Hall Song Collection

Might as well turn this into another masterpost. Note that some songs are character-specific.

Metal

Ass on Fire

Somebody come help・My ass is on fire・It’s burning like hell・I drop to my knees・Don’t know how to roll・So I stop and・Let the flames eat my ass・Until all’s left is ash

It’s Not Great To Be King

It’s not great to be king・When your knights are complete dumb asses・Like what the fuck?・Can this get any worse?・This is why I’m going to・Execute them・I am too proud for this・Worthless boy band shit

Queen’s Inferno

You traitorous sons of branches・I busted my abdomen guarding you・Yet you pussy willowed・And spilled out the seeds・Did you know, without me・You’d be cut into kindling・Now your elder is dead・Wildfire be upon ye

Threat Level Egg

Oh my god what just happened?!・The almighty Beast King got martyred!・It's that bald dude・What the hell is he?!!・I'll just dig myself・out of this horror.・I hope he won't find me・and martyr me too.

Pop

Beaky Chibi (Djehuty)

I judge people・That's what I do・I'm pretty good at it・The book says we need to play nice・But bawkak!・Who listens to・the book, am I right?・I make things go BOOM!・Boom boom boom! Pew pew pew!・Nun deez fools know how to have a gud time・Do you want some buk?

Mr. Saddlebags

Di de di da・Di de doe doe・Di ba di de doe・Di de de di de doe day・That's it!・Yeehaw! Ha!・Ha! Here we go!・Di ba di de doe・Di de di da di de doe・Di de de di de de doe day・That's all there is to it!

Salad Bar (Sutekh)

I love eating・tossed salads・with their leafy goodness.・Yeah yeah you know that it's true!・Yummy!・Oh my I love eating greens・especially lettuce・although this dressing tastes weird.・WAIT A MINUTE, THAT'S NOT SALAD DRESSING!・HERU, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!

Young Beauty

How do I look?・Yes, I'm rich!・Watch and learn!・Aren't you an adorable thing・Darling・You're not ready・For what you are about to face・I give the orders!・Keep young and beautiful・Forbidden fruit's the most tempting...・Victory looks good on me!

Rock & Roll

Freedom Retriever (Anpu)

You lookin' for・some freedom kid?・Let's light 'em up!・It's so glorious!・Rockets red glare.・Bombs burstin' in air!・The bigger they are・The harder they fall・Freedom never dies・Stars and stripes forever!

Return The Slab

The Man in Gauze・The Man in Gauze・King Ramses・He’s no Santa Claus・Return The Slab・Or I send the curses・First comes the flood・Then plays my song・No stoppin’ these locusts・Until you return my damn slab!

Trash

Taking the trash・Out to the dumps・It stinks like ass・Out in the dumps・Debris starts driftin'・Scraps start scatterin'・Rubbish starts rollin'・Garbage starts gatherin'・Get out the way・Lest the trash thrashes you down

Rap

Heavy Hitter (Anpu)

Everyday's a hustle!・My life's a bustle!・Only one man leaves this ring!・Get knocked out.・I ain't done yet・You started this fool.・This hood ain't safe!・Yo momma so ugly・She turn Medusa to stone・Them streets are dangerous・Gotta keep up these gains・Keep on keepin' on・Nothing two fists can't take!

Sandstorm (Sutekh)

Run them thru, run them thru・My wrath is unleashed・Face the crushing sands・Do you feel that?・The sands stirring・To stand against me・is to stand against the sands・Through chaos and strife・The strong survive・I see the path ahead!・The age of Set's begun!・My power’s unbounded・All hail Lord Set!

Ballad

Love, Sacrificed

If everyone saw you how I did・Maybe they too will shed tears for you・An innocent punished・for sins not of his own・If only l'd been there to halt・Your greatly undeserved demise・You'd still be here with us・Alas...・The witch has hunted you・So I'll seek her・And I'll slay her・To avenge・My love

Opera

Jackal Knight (Anpu)

I aim to serve・the royal king・I playeth well wit sword・None shall pass・I shall giveth thee a warrior’s death・Thou shalt suffer!・To hell with thee!・I shall guard my king・and realm at any cost・Charge, my brethren・Die by mine own sword!

Judgement Day (Djehuty)

I have been charged・With judging their fates・& have found them guilty・Now you die・Your day of judgement is nigh・So many names・In the dead book・Give me the bird’s-eye view・Let us do this by the book・Fight the judge of・the dead and fall

Mad Alice

You fear the truth・You live in shadows・retreat into the sterile・safety of your・own self-delusions・or risk inevitable・annihilation・If you destroy me・you destroy yourself・You'll lose yourself・forever

Techno

Death Sentence (Anpu)

With this I bring death・Come look into my eyes and・Gaze upon death itself・I must hurry・My enemies await judgement・You've been judged・Your heart weighs・heavy with greed・Now join me in the・realm of the dead・let the eternal darkness embrace you

Musical

Beauty of the Beast

Look around you there are creatures・of all sizes and shapes.・Isn't that wonderful・to behold the beauty・in even the strangest of beasts?・The beauty that ends up・becoming too much.・Nooo, take it all back!・Can't feel this way oh no・I'm hot for monsters!

K9 (Anpu)

I need everyone to stay calm・Let's bust some crooks!・All gods are equal in・the eyes of the law!・Anything you say can and will・be used against you.・Don't do the crime・if you can't do the time.・I'm too old for this.・Anyone got a donut?

The Great Circus Roast

Are you ready for the best roast・of the Cirque des Cartes?・As the circus ringleader・I am quite excited・So get ready viewers・The roast will start now・Cerebella's a whore・Feng's a flatbread・Beatrix is a bitch・Taliesin's a fuckboy

Use a Line (Confessions)

Dump the Chad and get yourself a Vlad.

If you sad in life, use MSG. If you happy in life, use MSG.

[flamboyantly-incompetent]

Baldur's Gate 3 Party Members as Taylor Swift Songs

Astarion

~~ Wildest Dreams ~~

He said, "Let's get out of this town Drive out of the city, away from the crowds" I thought Heaven can't help me now Nothing lasts forever But this is gonna take me down He's so tall and handsome as hell He's so bad, but he does it so well I can see the end as it begins My one condition is Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

Gale

~~ Delicate ~~

Long night with your hands up in my hair Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs Stay here, honey, I don't want to share 'Cause I like you This ain't for the best My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me Yeah, I want you We can't make any promises Now can we, babe? But you can make me a drink Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate (Delicate)

Lae’azel

~~ State of Grace ~~

I never (never) Saw you coming And I'll never (never) Be the same This is a state of grace This is the worthwhile fight Love is a ruthless game Unless you play it good and right These are the hands of fate You're my Achilles heel This is the golden age of something good and right and real

Shadowheart

~~ Snow on the Beach ~~

This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen I searched aurora borealis green I've never seen someone lit from within Blurring out my periphery My smile is like I won a contest And to hide that would be so dishonest And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it 'Til you do, 'til it's true Now it's like snow at the beach Weird but fuckin' beautiful Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful You wanting me tonight feels impossible But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around Like snow on the beach

Wyll

~~ Willow ~~

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind (oh) Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in As if you were a mythical thing Like you were a trophy or a champion ring And there was one prize I'd cheat to win The more that you say The less I know Wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man You know that my train could take you home Anywhere else is hollow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man

Karlach

~~ Untouchable ~~

It's half full and I won't wait here all day I know you're saying that you'd be here anyway But you're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun And now that you're close I feel like coming undone In the middle of the night, when I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars spelling out your name You gotta come on, come on Say that we'll be together Come on, come on, oh In the middle of the night, we can form this dream I wanna feel you by my side, standing next to me You gotta come on, come on Say that we'll be together Come on, come on Little taste of heaven I'm caught up in you

[terrence-silver]

This is not an apocalyptic scenario but ❛ you are making it very difficult to keep you alive. ❜ sounds like Terry Mccain when beloved goes grocery shopping alone 😃

---

It was a tale as old as time; Terry McCain deliberately tampered with your front entrance's doorknob, covertly, during the night, with no hallway cameras in sight and he wrote it off as the sort of antisocial, delinquent activity that simply happens in Chicago, even in downtown residential buildings.

Naturally, he took over the issue immediately.

Ever the gentleman, gently cooing and quelling your concern at your door being so savagely damaged by some lowlife, some criminal, some creep, someone trying to break in and failing (for now), some individual with the last intentions in mind, calling a repairman, someone entirely reliable --- someone who regularly fixed things around the station too and then he prolonged the problem to ridiculous degrees, ever so politely, to ensure adorning your front door with a new knob takes as long as possible. Weeks, if need be. Ideally, if some fantastic fairytale scenario, forever. Might've reminded the guy on the task that he had a badge and that he's willing to maintain order and peace with it if he screws anything up and moves any faster than he should. Was it abuse of position? No, it was for you. Because of you. But why, one would ask? What was the motive behind it? Apocalypse was the motive. The end of times and the end of days. The second coming of Christ almighty. Whenever you went out alone, on the streets, in stores and groceries, out and about, on endless sidewalks, surrounded by other pedestrians and a million strangers with a million rotten objectives in mind, here and there and everywhere, Terry McCain was only ever plagued by one consistently intrusive and haunting thought; What if.

What if you died?

What if you were taken?

Kidnapped?

Hurt?

Mugged?

Shot dead somewhere?

Or worse yet, assaulted?

You were making it very difficult to keep you alive if you moved.

You never understood the danger.

Because you were never exposed to it daily like he was.

No. If you had no doorknob to speak of for the time being, winning him some time, and no functional door to lock once you left somewhere, no matter where it was, it was simply logical you'd go nowhere, keeping movements to a standstill with such extensive renovations occurring in your flat and that you'd let him handle things and run your errands for you while you were safely at home, repairman tinkering away and disassembling (and re-assambling) the brutalized mechanism at a snail's pace and the looming threat of a fictional somebody picking at your keyhole at night --- some mystery individual. It wasn't malice he did this out of. Terry cared, is all. Terry loved you. You were Terry's whole world. And the idea of losing you to some easily preventable, stupid freak accident that could happen due to a mere moment of negligence on his behalf? It was too much. And so Friday night, long since after the repair guy has left, not coming back until Monday, having concluded nothing where fixing anything was concerned, a piece of furniture utilized to maintain the door shut for the time being --- after climbing up to your floor with groceries after his shift, Terry plants a kiss on your cheek, offering to keep your company at night from now on. To take care of you in this unprecedented situation.

You eagerly waited for him all day. Like you should.

-"Finding good help ain't easy nowadays. You know how it is. Whole city's gone crazy. He's a nice, trustworthy guy, though. Just a bit clumsy, is all."- He remarks from the kitchen on the subject of the repairman, setting the plastic bags down on the counter. Everything you and he needed for the weekend together.

This was good.

He liked things like this.

He wanted to live like this with you.

-"If it never gets fixed,"- He quips from the doorway, in all seriousness, a joke interlaced with conviction, almost giving is plan away, wrapped in several layers of meaning, looking at you intently, ready to ask you what you wanted for dinner tonight so he could make it. -"You can always ditch this place and move in with me where it's safe."-

[readingandwritingandreading]

Quiz Time!

Hello Friends! I don't get asked alot of questions about my writing or process so I thought it would be fun to see how you guys think I do it while I work on the next chapters of Alpha Drew and Alpha Bucky!

Question #1

And the correct answer is!! SONGS! Congrats to whoever voted for that one! Here are the songs and the parts of it that really stuck out to me (as you can see, i have several works coming soon that i am already getting info for):

Hold You Up - Marcel Barthel x Kiya Bryant x Fabian Aichner

Hold You Up – Shane Harper

“The world is so broken and sometimes it leaves you cold. And at times you can't feel the fire to guide you home. The demons will haunt you and try to steal what you know. But the angels, they brought you, and they're gonna hold you up.”

Heartbeat - Ethan Carter III x Adalynn Strowman

Heartbeat – Carrie Underwood

“I wanna feel it like a kick drum, beatin' faster in your chest. I wanna feel you holding onto me and make me hold my breath. You pull me closer, my head on your shoulder Baby, we won't need a song. We'll make a fallen star wish, one more slow kiss. What are we waiting on?”

Yours - Dominik Dijakovic x Skye Simmons

Yours – Russell Dickerson

“I was one in a hundred billion A burned out star in a galaxy. Just lost in the sky, wonderin' why, Everyone else shines out but me. But. I came to life when I first kissed you, The best me has his arms around you. You make me better than I was before, Thank God I'm yours.”

The Day Before You - Ridge Holland x Lyssa Hutchinson

The Day Before You – Rascal Flatts

“I was ready to settle for less than love And not much more. There was no such thing as a dream come true. But that was on the day before you. Now you're here and everything's changing. Suddenly life means so much, I can't wait to wake up tomorrow And find out this promise is true. I will never have to go back To the day before you.”

Long Time Coming - Bucky Barnes x Carina Rivera

Long Time Coming – Oliver James

“It's been a long time coming down this road, And now I know. What I've been waiting for. And like a lonely highway I'm trying to get home, Oh. Loves been a long time coming.”

From The Ground Up - Drew McIntire x Cassidy Riley 

From the Ground Up – Dan + Shay

“And we'll build this love from the ground up. Now 'til forever it's all of me, all of you, Just take my hand. And I'll be the man your dad hoped that I'd be. And we'll build this love from the ground up. For worse or for better And I will be all you need, Beside you I'll stand through the good and the bad We'll give all that we have And we'll build this love from the ground up.”

Finally Home - Ari Levinson x Brianna Collier 

Finally Home – Kerrie Roberts

“And there's no more road Nowhere else to go, Nothing left to miss, Nothing left for this wandering soul When I'm finally home. The ultimate healing, Where hurt can't reach me. I won't need to find every answer, All I need will be found within Your presence.”

Rescue Me - Marcel Barthel x Sofia (Reese) x Fabian Aichner

Rescue Me - Chris Young

“What's a happy ending if I can't get the girl? What's it matter if I save the world?”

Cross Every Line - Marcel Barthel x Alina Lawson x Fabian Aichner

Cross Every Line – Chris Young

“If you were captured, baby, I would be relentless. I'd declare it war and run right out them trenches. Yeah, you'd hear my battle cry I'd let the bullets fly Wouldn't be an enemy let behind the enemy line I'd cross every line in the world for you I'd cross every line in the world for you Nowhere I wouldn't go, nothin' I wouldn't do I'd cross every line in the world for you.”

What If - Julius Creed x Unnamed

What If – Kane Brown w/ Lauren Alaina

“What if I was made for you And you were made for me. What if this is it? What if it's meant to be? What if I ain't one of them fools just Playin' some game. What if I just pulled you close? What if I leaned in? And the stars line up and it's our last first kiss. What if one of these days baby I'd go and change your name. What if I loved all these what ifs away?”

[sidekick-hero]

Stucky fic recs - a starter package

During a spiralling discussion about one of the best parts of the male physique (THIGHS) with @wastedonyoursmile and @legitcookie one man with his most stunning thighs (and his murder strut TM) came up: Bucky Barnes.

After finding out that Jen has not read any Stucky fic so far (*gasp*) I could not let that stand. As promised Jen (better late than never, aye?), have a starter package of my favorite Stucky fics:

The man on the bridge

One of the best and most devastating but also rewarding Stucky fics I’ve ever read. This one had me spiral down into obsession with this ship. If you want a good starting fic, this one is it. It’s canon up to Winter Soldier and goes AU after it. It’s regarded a fandom classic for a reason 😉

Start at Part 3 in the series (that’s where the link goes) and then go from there.

Summary:

Steve Rogers turning up at Tony's door in the middle of the night might be a bit out of character, but it's not completely out of the realm of possibility. Stranger things have happened.

Steve Rogers turning up at Tony's door with an amnesiac assassin - who may or may not have some of Tony's personally designed hardware attached where his arm should be - well that's just far too interesting to turn away, even if Tony is trying to avoid all things S.H.I.E.L.D these days.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth

A short and funny one, I just loved the outsider perspective. You should read this last, probably, after you dived into the dynamic of all the characters. Makes you appreciate the lightness and humor and dynamic in this one even more. But beware, it also deals with Bucky’s trauma, so it’s not all shit and giggles. But I guess, that’s a given in this fandom.

Summary:

Adventures in babysitting. Or, Natasha says it isn't babysitting, but Clint's not convinced that they haven't somehow adopted an amnesiac super assassin, but he's going with it.

The one where Clint Barton believes in waffles and Bucky Barnes.

Revenant

I don’t really know what to say about this one, just go along for the ride. It deserves its warnings but, in my opinion, it was nothing way worse than what you can gather from the movies. It just deals with the trauma that comes with being a kept and brainwashed weapon by hydra. Loved the plot twist of him taking Steve hostage instead of leaving him behind.

Summary:

Post-movie AU in which Bucky didn’t just leave Steve on a river bank...he took him.

Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) 

I can and did scream forever about this one. A formative reading experience for sure. Another fandom classic for a reason. It’s funny, it’s dirty, it hurts, it heals. It has everything. A different read on Steve and Bucky than some other fics if you ask me but an interesting one and very consistent and convincing in their characterization. The side characters alone make this one extremely enjoyable. It’s one of the longest fics here but definitely worth every second.

Summary:

It's six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone.

For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don't. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It's very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters.

I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU.

Steve sits down hard on the steps.

to memory now I can't recall 

Have some time travel AU! Loved that one because it explores Bucky and the Winter Soldier as two different entities that still have a lot in common. Mostly their love for one Steve Grant Rogers. It’s another one where I also adored the side characters, especially the Howling Commando members. It’s a very long one but you’ll finish it before you know. Lots of humor and action with a sprinkle of pain and heartbreak but a very satisfying ending (imo).

Summary:

While on a mission storming a HYDRA facility, James Buchanan Barnes touches one of the many strange alien devices collected by the Red Skull. He does this, in fact, twice— in the past, and in the future.

Next thing he knows, Bucky Barnes is opening his eyes in the 21st century, which is full of great gadgets and coffee, and at least includes his old pal Steve. (And, inexplicably, a different Stark.) Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier finds himself in the middle of World War Two, helping Captain America hunt down HYDRA (which is at least familiar), pretending to be Bucky Barnes (which is not), and figuring out the very noisy group of soldiers who call themselves the Howling Commandos.

lonely houses off the road 

Last but not least another one that’s just hilarious. If you like Sam and his at times awkward dynamic with Bucky, this is the one for you. It had me howling with laughter but it’s also really sweet. And short. Give it a read if you need a pick me up – it will definitely do that.

Summary:

Barnes is now glaring at him for some reason. It's somewhat terrifying but also, oddly, a little reassuring— because that's emotion right there, which means there's still somebody behind those eyes. Somebody who seems to think Sam is being a bit slow on the uptake. "Time parameters exceeded. Mission failed."

"Wait." Sam narrows his eyes. "Is this some kind of... report? Debriefing?"

"Mission report," confirms Barnes, looking pleased. Well, looking slightly less murderous than before.

In which various people deal with things they never signed up for, but at the end of the day no one's particularly surprised.

[whirling-fangs]

Finally, the demon was going to show its real face. Inosuke braced himself for the worse, though he wasn't really eager to see the demon's face.

He was waiting for the neck. The weak point. How tough would it be? Would it be thick and tough as a rock? Or thin and slimey, forever bending under the edge of his blades?

"Haaah? Of all people? You really think a disgusting little maggot like you deserves that title? I bet you're even uglier than those things you call creations." He sneered, leaping back as the demon started to crawl from the confines of its hideout.

A gag escaped Inosuke's throat. Oh, this was even worse than he'd imagined. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.

The demon's face was all jumbled. Several mouths, an eye between the lips. The demon had made its own body into one of its horrible, horrible creations.

There was no fear to be found on the slayer's traits. His lips curled upwards, eyes narrowed in an expression of pure disgust.

He found it almost laughable, that this ugly thing would think that its life held any value. What twist of fate would even birth such a horrible creature? What kind of Lord would take any pride in ruling over this wretched piece of blabbering flesh?

"... wow. And here I thought there was nothing uglier than your creations." He stuck his tongue out in faked nausea. "You even smell worse than those rotting fish you made."

The atmosphere would change in a split second. Inosuke's relaxed stance changed into a menacing pose, legs flexed, swords drawn by his sides. Piercing emerald eyes locked onto the demon's neck, its distorted body making the weak spot relatively evident.

What a joke this one was.

"I ain't no runt. Or no child."

Vapor poured from his lips. The demon ought to feel it deep in its cell – the inherent terror that any of his kind should feel at the sight of the power he was about to unleash.

"I'm Hashibira Inosuke. And I'm the one who'll take you down."

A swift dash forward. Mismatched blades were brought upward in a great arc, aiming for the neck.

HE TRULY DID NOT KNOW THEN. WHAT GREATNESS WAS!

Otherwise he would not be so rude and cruel to someone such as himself, who had come here for one purpose and only one purpose – to collect him. his little story has ended, the little journey he was on was well and truly over and done with, there was nothing left for him now within the world, he was marked to death and why let such a person be pulled to shreds and slaughtered at the hands or rather fangs and claws of others, when he could take him and make something wonderful out of him, something so remarkable, his master would be thrilling with his latest piece.

He had slaughtered and carved his way through two masterpieces, like they were nothing at all! The nerve, the gull, the pure balls on this little slayer, to think he had any single damn right to murder his creations after he himself, with his little hands had worked nothing other than endless years to merely get it just right, to the high standards he wished for them to be, to take little humans who where so weak and wished to become strong and alter them into monsters that could do so many wonderful things, and he killed them!

“You dare hold your little nose up to my creations! You dare think you have the right to speak down on me, me of all people, you little snot nosed brat!”

As the pot would rattle back and forth all the more now, as he was not pleased, not pleased at all with his harsh and cruel words. Killing the little fish monsters was one thing, he had so many more from what he had brought out, what! Did he think he would show him his greatest works, right away, what on earth was this slayer thinking, those where merely samples and nothing more than that, mere samples of what he could do, he was not worthy enough to see true art! No one within this land was! They where all blind to his brilliance!

“He admires my work and my efforts, this pot for example, you could spend the last years of your life, trying to create something as perfect as this, and you will never even come anywhere close and this, this right here is not one of my best and it will still surpass anything you ever make with your own two hands, that is the difference between me and you, I can create, the most wonderful things and you, cannot!”

As he felt his world being flipped upside down.

The vase being kicked and knocked over as it would roll across the ground and stop, spinning around as it would begin, to violently shake and rattle, moving and almost shattering as it moved, flipping right up as he would crawl out of it, little arms first, pulling out his head as his body soon followed, growing in mass and then in size, as he would appear before him at long last, he truly was.

Beautiful.

He could tell by the slayer’s reaction, he was speechless, he did indeed have that way about him, words where no longer needed with his glorious appearance now, to deem this slayer worthy then to see him in all of his greatness as he remained there, his eyes rocking and rolling into place to settle on the person who was very unwise in touching his vase with their foot.

“You think that, what I showed you, as my best! Please, that was nothing more than a mere taste of the performance we are going to do tonight, me and you, we will each show our art against one another and the better of us will leave this place alive and the one who is bested, will be at the mercy of the other, now that I can see you – you are quite small and skinny, the runt of the litter what a shame, I might not be able to get much, if anything out of you all! You are just a child!”

[vyrerus]

Falcon mount finally came to all my XIV characters in the mail. The most novel thing is that it doubles as a motorbike. Of course, nostalgia couldn’t help but wet my eyes a little, cause it’s a reference to Daryl and The Faclon from FF6(Watch the vid).

[its-toasted]

[4.24.22]

I was with Tsuni when she died. We’d had that dog since I was in the 4th grade and ma was waiting at the bus stop with a big head in her arms, but the night I mean was october or november 2019. Umma opened my door at like 9 when I was awakening, said she had to go to church because sunday. Pa was on the way from Delaware. She'd approached me slow and serious, which is an unusual combo for her, then she sat on my bed and said Tsuni is having problems. I wasn't sure what she meant until I saw her, like that she was just fighting to live. Ma had to leave, she leaned down in the foyer, cupped her head and nuzzled her then left. I stayed with Tsuni there for like 90 mins. Labored cadence, hunched back, jutted neck, droopy eyes. Eyes still so sharp but she was struggling, I just stroked her slow and light and tried to say sweet things.

.

In the last 30 mins she led me into the den. I didn't even get up like she got up. She rested on the quarry tiles there for a while, then she went to her bed in the corner, over ugly plum carpet. She laid down, breath fluttering worse. I just put her toys with her, took her paw in my palm. Then eventually she took a deep breath, and not another. Her eyes went so wide then relaxed, the light just left. Blood spilled from her mouth and the home seemed entirely silent. She was in the same form I'd seen so often, at rest. I just sat there in sadness a few hours until dad came home. I heard the garage door opening and the code being entered and I didn't know what to think, so fucking blank.

He walked in and I just started bawling so hard. The way he sighed and held her cheek like, fuck man. I hadn’t seen him cry since about the same age ma pulled up with her, once, when he told us how his family came from nothing since we were being little shits. But that expression was the most emotion I’ve ever seen from him in my life. My dad is a pretty classic American man of his era in most senses, I think you'd get that vibe if you catch him about anywhere. He didn’t have much to say but they were good things. But when umma came home and opened that door, saw her beloved stiffened on that bed. How she bowed her head and wept made me a good son for months.

If I could tell you what this dog meant to the family, how she arrived fucked up and traumatized, and how much peace and joy she gave us for any of the life that’s worth remembering from the old home. How sharp, and sensitive, and clever, and fucking bougie she was. She was such a fucking queen, and we loved her so much like she was my partner everyday. By the end I lived alone with her like half the time. I spoke to her, she got more real from me than my parents. We all had different personal ties, never talked about that too much. Anytime I write about her it’s a mess, a shade of this is in my drafts like a dozen times over. I don't even revisit the rants, idk why keep.

But this time I’ll have you know I plan to adopt soon. I sent in a few apps and plan to visit a couple days this week. I'm so stoked to look some young pup in the face and take care of them forever, I do really want that. Everything that makes it not worth it ain't shit compared to what I know it'll be. I do worry that I’m chasing Tsuni so much still since the new fam dog Tori is so perfect in her ways, and I still miss the greedy, quirky, loner ass bitch I grew up with. But I’m sure when I get a good pup in front of me, it’ll be new.

[avenging-fandoms]

traitor / spencer reid

*sort of requested by anonymous *in which y/n and spencer dated for a little while, and then broke up. weeks later, spencer found someone new. *warning: angst, fem!reader *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

MASTERLIST

Brown guilty eyes and little white lies Yeah, I played dumb but I always knew That you talk to her, maybe did even worse I kept quiet so I could keep you

you smiled as spencer cracked a joke about work, your heart jumping as his laugh made you happy. his phone started to ring and he pulled it out of his pocket as you took a sip of your wine.

you watched as spencer's expression grew nervous, and you knew who was calling. you put your glass down and licked your lips, crossing your arms across your chest and you leaned forward.

"you got a case?" you ask and spencer clicked his phone off, putting it back into his jacket pocket and he shook his head quickly and you stomach sank as he gave you a smile. it's her. it's her. it's her.

"no, just jj. she asked if i could, uh, babysit. i told her i would do it another time" spencer lied straight through his teeth and you nodded along like you believed him. but you knew. you knew who called. but you couldn't lose a guy like spencer, so you just kept quiet, sipping your wine like you weren't dying inside.

And ain't it funny How you ran to her The second that we called it quits?

And ain't it funny How you said you were friends? Now it sure as hell don't look like it

you felt empty after spencer left, the two of you had been in a weird spot the past couple of weeks, and after he left the room to take the phone cal and spoke quietly, you had enough. you had barged into the room, crying to him how you needed him to be there more, but he couldn't do that.

you felt like hell, you couldn't look at anything spencer even touched without feeling sick. you knew spencer wasn't on social media, so you thought you were safe there without seeing him.

there he was, he popped up on a suggested profile, saying he was in a relationship with her. the woman you were worried about. you felt sick about what you saw.

it wasn't even a week and he was all over her. kissing, hugging, everything. 'friends' 'i just met her in a library' 'we're just friends with the same interests. bullshit.

Now you bring her around Just to shut me down Show her off like she's a new trophy

And I'll know if you were true There's no damn way that you Could fall in love with somebody that quickly

"i just don't understand, penelope. i.. i thought he loved me" you sipped your very strong drink, the 3 girls looking at you with a soft expressions.

"oh, he did love you, sugarplum. he just.." penelope struggled to find the words, but there were no words. the way he moved on, he really didn't love you. or he did, but not as much as you did him. "oh dear"

you followed everyone's eyes to the door where spencer walked in with her, with maeve. your mind started to spin and you soon felt sick watching him hold her the way he held you, like she was his shiny new trophy. "yn? yn, breathe, sweetheart" emily spoke softly and you shook your head, jumping off the chair and bolting to the bathroom.

you held the edges of the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror. the door opened and penelope walked into the bathroom. "oh my sweet girl" you sobbed as you fell into her arms, sobbing.

"he doesn't love me, p. he-he never did"

Ain't it funny All the twisted games All the questions you used to avoid?

Ain't it funny? Remember I brought her up And you told me I was paranoid

"hey spencer?" you called and tried to keep your voice calm and not scratchy. he walked into the room with a little smile, and you held out his phone. "who's maeve?"

"what?" for someone as smart as spencer, he loved to play dumb when it came to her. "why are you on my phone?"

"it started to ring and i went to bring it to you just in case you needed to go into work but it wasn't a name or number i recognized. is she.. did you find someone new?" your voice was scratchy and spencer chuckled, shaking his head and taking his phone.

"you're just being paranoid, she's nothing but a friend. i met her at the library while we were both in the same section and we got to talking. she just calls for more information, nothing is going on"

you nodded and spencer kissed your head, tucking his phone in his pocket and heading back into the kitchen. that conversation didn't help anything, and you still felt uneasy about the whole thing.

God, I wish that you had thought this through Before I went and fell in love with you When she's sleeping in the bed we'd made Don't you dare forget about the way

you sat on your couch with your knees to your chest, a half empty wine bottle in your hands as you let your tears fall down your legs. it hurt more than you thought it would because you thought you didn't love him as much as you did.

once he was gone, you knew you loved him more than the world. spencer let you fall in love with him while he still talked to this other woman, and he knew you loved him. and he told you he loved you, but it made you think.. did he really mean it?

spencer laid in bed with maeve cuddled by his side, his fingers rubbing up and down her bare arm. the room was silent, and spencer could still smell you on the sheets, on your sheets.

"are you okay, spencer?" she asked softly and he hummed, blinking a couple times and looking down at maeve. "spencer?"

You betrayed me And I know that you'll never feel sorry For the way I hurt, yeah You talk to her When we were together Loved you at your worst But that didn't matter

It took you two weeks To go off and date her Guess you didn't cheat But you're still a traitor

it had been a month since you last saw spencer and maeve at the bar. you had gotten better, gotten over spencer and it was easier to talk to him. see him? that was a different story.

as you walked to your car in the garage, you heard footsteps behind you and you quickly turned around. "hey!" you put your stuff in your passenger seat and close the door, crossing your arms over your chest as you gave spencer a soft smile. "i feel like i haven't seen you in forever. how have.. how have you been?"

"uhm.. i'm.. working on it. some days are harder than others" you sighed before you asked the question you didn't want to because you knew the answer. "how are you?"

"i'm okay. we're.. i'm good" you nod and you both fell silent. "i miss you" he said softly and you looked at him with daggers in your eyes, a scoff coming out of your mouth.

"you.. you miss me? i guess you should've thought of that before you went and talked with maeve" spencer opened his mouth and you held up your hand. "it's my turn to speak, spencer. you betrayed me, spence. and i don't.. i don't think you'll ever feel sorry for the way you hurt me. because if you did, you wouldn't have went off and dated the girl i was always worried about"

"yn i'm sor-"

"the funny thing is.." you sniffle and chuckle, shifting your weight to your other foot. "i stuck by you when you went to jail, spencer. i loved you when you were at your worst. i waited months for you, damn it!" your voice got louder and it made spencer jump.

"i didn't cheat on you, yn"

"i know you didn't spencer. but you're still a traitor. you betrayed me and my love for you. and i can't ever look at you the same" your throat felt tight and you hopped in your car. "goodbye spencer" you peeled out of the garage, glancing at spencer in your rear view mirror as you left, stepping on the brakes at the stop sign and closing your eyes, letting out a sob as you finally said goodbye to spencer and what love you both shared.

[babiesdreams]

Nct reaction to their small s.o trying to do hard labour Part 3

REQUESTED BY ANON.

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: mentions of blood, serious injury (Haechan)

🖤 my personal favs will be marked with this heart

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Renjun:

You don´t know how this started, but trying to move the tv is definitely something you can´t do on your own. You leave the tv on the floor, too afraid to break it. “That was close” says Renjun from your back. You look at him as he walks towards the tv and grabs it between his arms. “Where do you want it?” He says looking at you. “In the kitchen please” You say, still confused at how in the world he was able to grab that. He puts the Tv on top of the dinning table and looks at you, proud of himself. “You didn´t see that coming huh?” He says teasingly. “Oh shut up idiot” You say before he grabs you in between his arms and lifts you and spins around, making you a little bit dizzy.

Jeno:

Jeno is always bragging about his strength, so you are done with it at this point. You decide it's time for you to show off too. So you grab one of his dumbbells, a tiny one, and you smile at how easy it was, it is barely heavy and you can see how easy this is gonna be already. So you go for one of the biggest dumbbells in the room but you are stopped by jeno's voice in the distance. "Don't grab that, it's too heavy" he says genuinely worried, but you don't listen at all and move towards it anyway. "This ain't nothing for me" you say placing your hand on the dumbbell, but you are stopped yet again by your boyfriend's hand on your arm. "Don't" he just says, too scared to say something more serious. You look at his sincere eyes and stop immediately. "Is it really that heavy?" You ask genuently scared now. “It is” He says in a serious tone, that brings you back to reality. “You can start with the small ones if you want” He points out with a smile, making you mirror his expression. You nod “Sure”.

🖤Haechan:

He thinks you are joking when you say you are gonna lift the couch up. But you aren´t. His words keep repeating inside your head “You can´t do it” and you are just so done with that kind of limits, so you go all in. You get your hands on the couch´s arm and try to lift it, you do it, for a second, before the whole weight comes back down, on top of your hand. You scream, from the painful weight that´s still on your hand. It all happends in slow motion for you, but Haechan is pretty fast to get your hand out. He panicks for a spit second as he sees your hand completely swollen and blood coming from somewhere. He runs out to the kitchen as you cry the pain out. He comes back so fast that you don´t even know how he did that. He cleans your hand with some wet towel, getting the blood out of your hand. He now can see a tiny cut on the middle of your hand and cleans it out with alcohol, making your pain worse for a second. You scream from the sudden pain. “It´s gonna get better” He just says, now grabbing a bandage and wrapping it around your hand. Once he´s done he hugs you and just says “I´m sorry, I shouldn´t have said that” his voice sounds broken, like if he´s almost tearing up. “I shouldn´t have tried” You say conforting him.

Jaemin:

Your job is killing you. You aren´t able to complete everything on your own so you just have to take it home with you and fuck, it´s heavy. The amount of books and papers inside your backpack, makes it hard for you to walk straight. Your boyfriend notices as he follows you on your way back home. He just gets the backpack from your back and puts it on his own, in a cool and smooth movement. “Who´s making my baby carry this much weight?” You sigh “My boss” He looks at you as you keep looking down, so done with the overwork. “Let´s get home, take a bath, and we´ll get through this baddies” He says tapping tha backpack he´s carrying and you just nod, agreeing with every word that escape his lips.

🖤Yangyang:

You are still wondering why in the world your shelves are so damn high. You climb the kitchen´s counter, in an attempt to get to the top of the shelf, but you almost fall, luckily, Yangyang is there to catch you. He helps you get down and asks you what you wanted. Once you tell him to get that special cup you have for baking, he grabbs it effortlessly. “Thanks baby” You say kissing his cheek. “Are you gonna bake something?” He says interested “Yeah” You say cutely. “Let´s bake together” he says excited. You can´t refuse his cute request and just like that you spend the rest of the day baking together uwu

Shotaro:

Those paint cans were too heavy for you, but you needed more than two hand to carry them on. You grab the heavy can with both of your hands, trying your best to carry it all the way to the car. However, your boyfriend dissapears in the distance, letting you carry the whole weight on your own. You start getting mad at him, completely unaware that he´s coming back to take the can from your hands. “You could have just waited here you know?” He says with a cute smile that makes it impossible for you to stay mad at him.

Chenle:

Both of you aren´t strong enough to move the sofa, but together you might get it, that´s what you think after a lot of tries. “We got this” Chenle says, looking at you as you both push the couch slowly. “It´s working” You say as you possibly can. After some minutes pushing, you finally get it in place. “That was great” Chenle says wipping the sweat off his forehead.

Sungchan:

So lamps. You really thought the best thing to do on a wednesday night is to fix the ceiling light. Not only were you about to electrocute yourself, but also, how did you plan on reaching it? Your boyfriend comes in like a lifesaver. You told him something was wrong with the lights and he soonly gets to it. He looks like an expert in your eyes. You really can´t tell if what he´s doing is working, until he gets off and turns the light on, showing you how it´s perfectly fixed.

🖤Jisung:

Jisung knew you were short but the fact that you didn´t reach the top of the wardrobe? Completely adorable, he´d stay there forever if he could, looking how you jump, and try your best to reach your favourite jacket, stucked on the top part of the wardrobe. He eventually, helps you out, grabbing you so that you can reach it yourself. You are actually surprised at how easily he lifted you. 

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[auroralightsthesky]

Hey hope you are doing well so I'm a little late on this but I had an idea. Easy company and the reader going to a haunted house. Maybe with a little more focus on Toye and Roe with the reader cuz they are my favs :P

Oh dahling no worries, I'm more than happy to do this, sorry if this is really late in coming I had to pound out two research papers and do a full day at work. But either way, ya'll have asked and the genie shall deliver (lol).

This was a horrible idea.......a God awful, terrible idea.

"I don't think I can do this," you said.

"(y/n), honey we ain't gonna be there forever," Gene told you. "We're gonna do what we've gotta do and then head out in the morning."

Your face twisted into a terrified grimace. Of all the places in the whole of Louisiana, why did it have to be THAT goddamned place?

Castle Manor was clearly not a place you wanted to be, especially after hearing all sorts of terrifying legends and lore that would have scared the bejesus out of Marie Laveau herself.

You walked past the gates of the St. Louis Cemetery, your fingers curling around the pendant that bore an image of Baron Samedi and Maman Bridgitte. Though you and Gene had lived in New Orleans for years after his first two tours of duty, you knew that this place was a hotbed for spirit activity. It was a city built on centuries of bloodshed, criminal underworlds, the slave trades, debaucheries and terror. You could feel it and even see it every time you went up to Lake Pontchartrain for a weekend with Gene and Grandmere'. Even Gene could sense it too.

Through crowded streets, the two of you walked, the tantalizing smells of beignets coming from the doors of Café DuMonde while the bars and restaurants prepped their own meals for the evening and for the next day.

"Is Joe meeting us there?" you asked.

"Yeah, Toye said he'd meet us there," Gene told you, gripping your hand assuringly. "Don't worry, Father Maguire will be there to make sure nothing goes wrong."

You felt an overwhelming sense of dread as you and Gene approached Castle Manor with its imposing pillars and the swags of willow, cypress and drooping Spanish mosses hanging from the branches. Sure enough, Father Maguire was waiting outside with Toye.

"Took your sweet time getting here," Toye remarked, finishing off his cigarette before stamping it out on the ground.

"Are they gone?" Gene asked. "The whole family?"

"Everybody left a little over an hour ago," Father Maguire said, his thick Irish brogue creeping into his voice. "And all the better for it."

"And yours?" you asked.

"Betty's at the rectory with the grandchildren," he replied. "I'd have her help, but by God this is no place for anyone other than us. Be gettin' the shudders just thinkin about what's in there."

You and Gene both shuddered at the thought. "Alright," Gene said. "Let's get this over with."

Father Maguire had the three of you stand close by as he gave the blessing for the three of you. As soon as he had said the Our Father and the Hail Mary, it was go-time.

That same dreaded feeling returned as you entered the house, the heaviness weighing on your shoulders and growing worse as the three of you ventured to certain parts of the house. You didn't want to be anywhere near this place. Going up the grand staircase to the upper level of the manor was absolute torture as the past of the house began to flash before your eyes.

All through your mind you could see the frightening things that had occurred, bloodstains, the flash of a silver blade, the drawing of odd symbols on the floors and a terrible, ear-bleeding scream that sent a chill up your back.

"Love?" Gene asked. "Love you ok?"

"I don't know," you replied, the pain in your head growing worse. Perhaps it was a bad migraine......but no. No......this was far too dreadful to be that.

"Gene we've gotta get out of here," you said. "This is too....."

"AGH!!!!! SHIT!!!!" Gene yelped.

Quickly you helped him whip off his shirt while all along his back were jagged scratch marks, deep crimson and beginning to drip. You clamped a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming, but neither Joe or Father Maguire were without shock, their eyes wide and full of terror when they saw for themselves.

"God in Heaven," the priest hissed before crossing himself.

"Let's finish this," Gene said. "Once and for all."

The three of you stood together with your hands linked as you, Gene, Joe and Father Maguire went about the house, imploring whatever was there to get out and never return. Your voices thundered throughout the halls as you felt the thing's energy roiling, writhing as the prayers bound its power and the fear it projected. Once more, the verses of the Our Father spilled from your tongues like fire, hot and frightening when at the last word the window at the top of the grand staircase shattered as a huge, black shadow flew from the house, bursting into a bright flame as the rising sun outside hit it.

Out of breath and shaking the three of you were hit with a relief you had never known before. Months and months of trying to rid the damn house of that thing and it was finally gone.

Gene pulled you into a hug, his back still stinging a bit but relieved that it was finally over. Even Joe couldn't help but wrap his arms around the two of you. "C'mon," Gene said. "Let's go home."

The four of you went home, eager to be away from that place and to finally put it behind you.