#GOOPED AND GAGGED i tell you

[ziggystqrdust]

In the dream I don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.

In the dream I don’t tell anyone, I’m afraid to wake you up.

(richard siken, crush)

when the fic’s giving a house in nebraska >>>> (free house n lot haha)

[orrsoared]

of course now that everyone’s home for christmas they’re reminding me of shit i did in high school.

how i’d hide in the bathroom and call the office pretending to be someone’s mom so they could leave early. or forge signatures on dismissal slips so no one would have to go to chemistry class. to be fair, the teacher was an evil fucking ghoul and if you caught her on a bad day? good luck!

[rewritingcanon]

hey hello this post was about jegulus and drarry but NOW i gotta kick at the dust and block tomarry

im gonna have to start filtering on here bc this shit is getting ridiculous

[starlight-artbby]

Y'all the newest X-Men 97 episode blew me away. Like the animation ate down and it was just so good like I was thoroughly enjoying every second.

I knew that Scott was gonna hold some grudge against the professor and I don't blame him. He left his dream to his team and honestly failed him and damn did this episode remind him that over and over again. Especially Rogue who clearly was fed up with his ass. And I swear I was gonna cry when I saw her wearing Remy's coat and I had a tear nearly fall from my eye when Kurt looked so devastated to tell her again the Remy is dead like ugh I was in so much pain.

Speaking of pain Jubilee and Roberto. How dare they do this to me. I knew from a mile away that Roberto Was gonna go with Magneto (along with Rogue) and I completely understand why. His mother straight up abandon him and handed him to the people who wanted to kill him. Like of course he is gonna be pissed but when Jubilee said you still have me I felt like a part of me died because he walked away and that shit had to hurt.

Now I completely laughed when Magneto said the line about Lilandra. I can't remember exactly what he said but I do recall being gagged and gooped and not him telling Xavier to shut up like if those two don't just go to couples counseling...

Now I won't lie, Morph had me when he pretending to be Sinister so if I were Bastion I most certainly was gonna get caught. May I also express how I thought that Beast was going to get pieced through the chest during that fight sequence like I was on the edge of my toes.

Once again Sinister proved to me why I hate him so much. Having Jean fight her own son?!? Foul and then her contacting Cyclops to tell him that she loves him!!! Like why does X-Men 97 like hurting us? And if Storm or Forge ends up dead, I am most certainly fighting someone.

Now the new looks... Huh... Why did they have to put that cap on my boy Scott. And Jean she ate down with the boots but the gloves and the mask?!?! No mam. I loved Rogues outfit along with Logan's. They could've had morph in something a lot better. Kurt ate as usual and of course Jubilee ate up her look along with Storm. I couldn't tell if beast put on anything different so I can't say much about that but regardless, some of the team needed a better wardrobe.

Now I know some people will probably get mad at Rogue and Roberto for going with Magneto but honestly, Rogue was there on Genosha. It has messed her up so badly and we continue to see the side effects till this very episode. I already explained Roberto so I honestly am not mad at him but I am sad that he couldn't see that Jubilee was there for him just like sadly Rogue couldn't see that the team would be there for her but honestly, their feelings are still valid as fuck and I don't want to hear anyone else say other wise.

Also why did they have to do Wolverine like that!! Huh!!! Like y'all better have his regeneration ability kick in. I also feel so bad cause I know that nobody was expecting murder to occur up there that's for sure.

(also Scott stopping Xavier from forcing Magneto to return power was everything to me cause he did it for Jean and it's time he shows that woman some love.)

Also where is Bishop!?!?!

Now for the things I enjoyed. I loved the new opening. I was so happy to see Storm back in it again. It really made things start off well for the episode. I loved Rogue clocking Xavier and telling him exactly what she needed to say.

My favorite part of the episode though had to be when Jean and Storm had reunited and when they parted ways on the mission. Those two are sisters and I love the show for reminding us of their incredible bond I just lived to see it.

I also enjoyed Scott and Jean giving each other a hug before they parted ways and when Scott gave Nathan that advice I truly loved it. I am hoping that'll stop him from attacking Jean (possibly) if not, Jean will girlboss her way out of there.

I can't wait for the final episode (I hope I get Remy and Logan and anyone else who gets injured back) ♡♡♡♡

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s3 episode 6 thoughts

it’s been an exhausting day. work was awful. i was brave and didn’t cry whilst there. and for that, i deserve this episode even more than usual. 

oooooh it’s an internet episode!!!! an episode about an internet killer!!! that probably felt new and scary back then!!! i’m excited to see something i assume as naturally dangerous as hitchhiking to be seen as scary and new. let us jump in, and enjoy the adventures of our agents, and numb ourselves to the hardship of the outside world.

these two people are in a car. he is smooth talking her. oh… they only waited three months to meet in person after talking online. hmm… is that speedy or not? i guess that depends on who you ask. for me, i’m gonna say speedy. because they didn’t even see each other’s faces before this.

he has mysterious scars on his neck. yeah, i noticed that very conspicuous camera panning. the music is very ominous. and now they’re kissing. 

OH??? THERE IS A STICKY FLUID. IN HER MOUTH. an unusual one. not whatever you were thinking. what the hell… was that man some kind of insect????? there was real goop in there, man. eughhh it was very gross. 

cop is approaching the car next day. and she is like. jelly? as in, covered in gel. the gelatin monster has struck and apparently he’s surfing the net. 

(trust when i say i’m not a gelatin monster. or don’t trust. perhaps skepticism is better)

okay, investigation time. this guy shakes hands with mulder and entirely ignores scully. tells me a lot about his character very quickly. mulder has also got some more conventional looking shades this time around. perhaps his other ones were just not keeping the sun out like he had hoped for.

body reveal! so it seems that the goop has um. melted her skin? EUGH. mulder swabs the goop. it’s just a prop, i tell myself to avoid gagging. a prop with excellent construction that was very carefully crafted. shoutout prop team as always. 

detective looks real freaked out by the goop. yeah he’s not special in that regard.

mulder says he has heard of similar killings from women placing ads in the paper! i don’t want them to separate though, as he announce he’s going on an investigation while she does an autopsy. c’mon, can’t we do some teamwork in the same room?

scully looks disgusted at the bloody goop in her hand. this is appearing to be a universal sentiment.

the goop man is at the computer typing to another woman. and smiling mischievously. we learn, from a woman dropping a key off at his door, that his name is mr. incanto, and she thinks that since he types and gets a lot of packages, he must be a writer or an editor. and she wants him to read her poems. wow. leaping to conclusions here. i admire it. it’s clear she’s flirting with him, and the idea of a person you’re attracted to reading your poems is a wild one for me to entertain. personally i would rather explode crazy style.

scully is scrubbed up <3 and she is so cute <3 i don’t mean this in a condescending way… she just looks cute in a fully “i respect her capabilities” kind of way. don’t worry. but this man is not respecting her and is shocked she’s a doctor. rude as hell… could never be me.

he says he’s old fashioned. umm okay if you want to be all manly about it how about you cut up the goop body yourself… oh that’s right you can’t. because you don’t have the skill set. or even any skill sets, as far as i can tell.

he says this is effecting her judgement because the victim is a woman and he isn’t being sexist. IF YOU DON’T SHUT YOUR MOUTH MAN…. she is so patient even when she ought to rip his heart from his chest with her teeth

she’s making a face when he leaves like she really IS thinking about doing some heart ripping and then she gets into the recording mode. and the body has increased in goopiness. in fact. there is only a skeleton now and a LOT of liquid. oh… 

mulder is asking about the murder victim, and he’s sitting on a very 90’s printed couch, and yeah he looks good. don’t worry about it. he’s asking the victim’s roommate what chat room they met in. now personally, if i was talking to people on a chat room, i would not be telling my roommate the names of said chat rooms, but maybe it was different vibe wise at that time. imagine if my roommate knew i ran a blog like this. i couldn’t picture such a thing. and the victim would READ her roommate the letters???!? OH I CANNOT IMAGINE SUCH A THING!!!!

he uses the roommate’s house phone to call scully, who is dealing with a very wet skeleton. but that’s so funny to me. he wanted to use someone else’s phone to call her. maybe his phone still hadn’t been replaced since that kid melted it in episode 3.

he’s putting out a localized online warning… is that a thing? wow. you learn so much on this television program.

“in life, bones have the tensile strength of forged iron”, says scully. and i’m giggling. n kicking my feet.

ohhh the bone is SQUISHY. it is not supposed to be this way. but it did look quite satisfying. again, props team, shoutout.

oh tea… the body fat wasn’t there!!! it disappeared. scully is like, why would he do that, steal a victim’s fat. and i would love to know the same thing. 

another woman is preparing to meet with the goop monster. oh, but someone is telling her there was a warning SPECIFICALLY for woman in cleveland to not go meet people online! but she’s like nooo i’m a good judge of character. LIES LIES LIES. she’s only been talking to him for a MONTH???? HOW CAN YOU JUDGE A CHARACTER IN A MONTH?

the killer’s at a fancy restaurant looking place with a bouquet of flowers and he’s checking his watch. oh and he dumps the flowers!!! queen of self preservation saved herself tonight by standing him up??? yes, it appears this is the case!! 

now there are a bunch of ladies on the side of the road. i have only seen this happen in this show and never in real life, but maybe i'm not looking in the right direction. NO! he sees a woman and smiles. they go to a back alley… no!! but she won’t kiss him. okay, i think, she has a chance. alas. i was wrong. so he attacks. OH AND HE IS SLURPING ON HER BODY???? another woman finds her goop-ified. 

they’re at the scene and the detective is being awful (shocker!) but mulder hands over some of the letters from the killer, and notes that they contain letters from 16th century italian poems. which tells me he is familiar with 16th century italian poems. ohhhhhhhhhh. blushing a lil. 

focus. so the fellow would have access to niche italian poems, is what we are learning here. likely a college professor, or a grad student, or something along those lines.

the killer should also have a wound pattern, they note, because the woman scratched him very well.

and BLEGHHHH, cut to his place, where he’s cutting his wound??? like straight up trimming it like it’s fabric or something. nasty nasty nasty nasty!!!

someone is bringing him a package. and the woman who asked to show him her poems asks him to dinner?!?!?! but he says he’s busy. the teenage daughter reads him for filth. he’s creepy and smells weird. delivered by a girl who meant every word she said.

scully is posing impeccably, looking as someone types on a computer. it was formidable.

mulder comes by with some results and he sort of. scoops her out of the room. 😳

theory time in the hallway! hallway theory time!! always one of my favorite times. “okay, it’s not yet the finely detailed insanity that you’ve come to expect from me” <- at least he’s self aware 

FAT SUCKING VAMPIRE LET’S GOOOO. such a preposterous creature. i have to admire it.

there are examples of this in nature, right? “i don’t know too many scorpions who surf the internet” scully, you just offended the coolest scorpion alive somewhere out there. but they couldn’t hear you so it’s okay. just don’t ever say that again…

scully wants to brief the people involved in the case and the detective is again being weird. mulder recognizes this. i can see it.

okay, so the killer has some more niche italian poetry. and an email from the woman who saved herself by not showing up! nooo, i thought she had escaped!

knock at the door. it’s scully. but not at the door of the right guy!! the detective is at the door of the right guy!!! 

mulder makes some remark about not being a good salesman because no one answered the door. and yeah i giggled. but she cuts him off with the fact the detective hasn’t answered his calls or returned… has he been gooped?!

now the killer is out with the woman who previously saved herself. and she sees his skin. and she offers to drive him home!!! noooo ellen :( don’t fall for his tricks and lies

the poetry woman is at his door. she puts a HUGE thing of poems under his door. 

but back in the car he is about to smooch ellen. somehow poetry lady let herself into his room??? and a bunch of flies are around. 

(we later learn she was the housekeeper or landlord or something so yeah. she would have access to the keys. but at the time i was baffled)

goop monster and ellen don’t smooch because he sees the poem lady is in his room!!! and the detective is in the tub!!! and he walks in right as she sees this!!! oh no. violence ensues…

her daughter comes to the door. and asks where her mom is. and he GRABS her weird as hell. and says he’s leaving.

mulder is sitting on a table again because he’s weird. but the girl calls the police!!! and they found her mom’s body and the detective's. the little girl asks scully why someone would do this and she says she doesn’t know… STOP I’LL SOB

okay, this dude’s name is virgil and there are no records of him existing. virgil. damn. maybe he’s FROM 16th century italy, because that’s a 16th century sounding name. are there any italian legends of fat sucking vampires? can’t say i’m very familiar with their lore 

they’re trying to get into his computer and all the files were deleted. ohhh they have floppy disks!!! i love floppy disks 💾

the killer went to ellen’s place?!!?!? and she locks the door. ellen please pull out a glock at this time. 

scully sent out a warning to everyone in proximity. and three of them were already missing!!!! that is evil :(

and ellen got the email but he’s in the room. and he starts attacking… oh lord, just as the agents roll up. 

they get in formation and then kick down her door and WHEW they way they work as a team… i’m eating it up. sweeping the rooms. guns cocked. 

ellen is under some sheets and coated in goop whilst mulder does parkour to go and find this guy. GO GO MULDER RUN RUN!!! his voice is all growly while he holds a shadowy figure at gunpoint, but he only runs into a teenager. no! poor kid :(

NOOO… THE KILLER WAS HIDING IN THE BATHROOM AND SCULLY WAS GOING IN THERE TO GET SOME STUFF TO TAKE CARE OF ELLEN!! he smashed her head in the mirror and he starts to goop her until ellen does in fact roll up with a glock. and shoots him in the chest. YES ELLEN I KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU <3

so they have him in custody now and his skin is suuuuuuper dry and peeling and nasty. and scully asks what the hell he was doing and he goes on about stuff blah blah blah and then he quotes some italian and she gets freaked and dips. and we end with a hannibal-esque shot of his evil peeling nasty face. and some contemplative music.

so. that was gross.

grossness established. i once again kind of enjoyed this episode. like was i gagging, and not in the good way? yeah i was. but again with the suspense. i think the plot could be absolutely ridiculous- like an actual fat vampire- and if the plot and pacing are the right tempo, i’ll find myself fully absorbed into it. 

but i can’t help but feel that i’m missing something. the italian seemed too purposeful. is there some medieval tale of a fat vampire? i’m being so serious btw like actually. is that a reference that flew over my head? is it in dante’s inferno or something? i love history but middle ages europe always puts me to sleep so i can’t say i’m familiar with the literature or tropes beyond what i learned in art history class. where we never covered ANY sort of vampire. just a lot of baby jesus and also mary and sometimes adult jesus. 

hmm. so i’m wondering here what that was about. and yeah, i could google it. but again, more fun when you tell me things.

i mean, if it was something they just made up for fun, i get that too. like earlier we had that evil mermaid baby that lived in the waterways. and we had that evil twin that looked like the fiji mermaid. and eugene tooms the lizard man. the seriousness with which the situation is played enhances the campy angle when you ponder it.

overall, it was interesting to see a world where the internet was new and fresh and scary. now it’s scary in mostly familiar ways. but it was not always this way! and while i am a little confused on the concept of the episode itself- who exactly our monster of the week was, if he even WAS a monster of traditional sort of means- i won’t lie, the episode had me invested. there were also moral questions raised about how someone could do something so evil, specifically in relation to scully’s character, which probably speaks to her biggest fear being that anyone could pose a threat, which i think i’ll contemplate at another time, because it is fascinating, especially when you consider… i think it’s s2 episode 13? where the narrative also really dives into this question. how can people do evil things, and how can good people cope with knowing that it’s impossible to know who is capable of doing terrible things?

after a hard day at work in which a million things went sideways, it does feel nice to watch my pals mulder and scully do some sleuthing, no matter the situation in which they find themselves.

the goopsterrrrrrrr

[jinns-anime-shit]

Imagine you’re one of Yuji’s cousins and you lived in the US until you found out his grandpa died and so you move back to Japan to become Yuji’s guardian but Choso is already taking care of him and won’t let him leave so you have to live with both of them

You and Choso hate each other and are hostile at first but after a night of shared secrets and deep life stories you end up falling asleep on each others shoulders on the couch

And after that Choso starts to do small cute gestures and he smiles his cute awkward smile at you whenever he can because he loves how it makes your cheeks warm and that sweet giggle slip from your lips

And one day Yuji can’t find either of you until he knocks on your door and finds Choso cuddled up on top of the sheet with you under them and his face is buried in your side because he had a nightmare but didn’t want to wake you so he just rested there. Yuji takes a picture and sneaks out before either of you notice

And then later when Megumi is over you hear Yuji giggling about something and showing Megumi his phone. Megumi is a lot more chill and discreet but he does give you a small knowing smirk and you furrow your brows because why is he looking at you like that?

And Choso can’t stop stuttering around you and being flustered. He’s very clumsy and apologizes when he “accidentally” touches your hand when you both reach for something in the fridge but then he asks if you would rather go get dinner at a restaurant

You agree and instead of staying at a restaurant Choso gets take out and walks with you to a park where a picnic blanket is set up with tiny battery-lit candles (because he doesn’t trust the wind)

He awkwardly runs off to a tree and steps behind it to grab a pot with your favorite plant/flower inside. The pot is a simple ceramic but it’s clearly been painted and it’s a sloppy picture of the two of you with a heart in the middle

Your smile is brighter than the moon as you take it and tell him it’s perfect and you love it. He blurts out that he’s in love with you and you giggle, saying that he should at least take you out on another date before deciding that he’s in love, but when his expression drops you immediately tell him you’re just teasing

He asks if you like him as well and you laugh, making him self conscious again, to which you quickly cover by saying “well duh I like you!” His cute and awkward smile bursts onto his face and you giggle while leaning over and kissing his cheek

Yuji and Megumi are hiding in some of the other trees and Yuji is taking pictures of you and Choso while Megumi struggles to hold him from falling. He debates dropping Yuji but decides he might get dumped if he does, and despite finding him absolutely annoying, he’s fallen for Yuji (not literally, he’s got good balance)

But eventually Megumi’s grip gets weak and he does end up dropping Yuji, but he soon follows after as a big gust of wind knocks him off of the branch. You and Choso look over and both run to the boys, only to find Yuji laughing as Megumi’s hair is covered with leaves and sticks. Choso makes sure Yuji is okay while you pluck the twigs from Megumi’s hair. You scold them and ask them what they were doing, only for Yuji to show you the pictures

You look at Choso with a smirk and ask if he knew they would be here, and he sheepishly scratches his neck and admits that yes, he asked them to help him with taking you out on a date. You just grin and wrap your arms around him in a hug, burying your face in his chest which makes his cheeks turn beet red. He smiles again and reciprocates the hug before you pull back and give him a proper kiss.

He’s stunned, gooped, and gagged. He’s frozen in place. He had his first kiss with the most amazing person to ever exist, and now he gets to take you home and hopefully make it under the sheets when cuddling this time, because he nearly froze the other night with your massive industrial sized fan blowing

You live happily ever after, unless Satoru and Suguru are around being the chaotic husbands that they are. At least Megumi can keep Yuji calm (most of the time, except for when Nobara is around)

[typeoverwrite]

DO YOU KNOW THIS FANFICTION??!!

i need y'alls help finding an old-ish fan fiction. I have been thinking about this fanfic for so long bc I remember liking it a lot when I was younger... I just wanna read it again okay!!1!1!

I read this fanfic no later than 2019 (probs closer to 2016-17)!

Anyway, it was dean winchester/reader... College au but dean was professor... DONT JUDGE OKAY I WAS A TEENAGER AND HAD SOME SHIT GOIN ON LMFFAAOAOO

Reader's at a party before first semester and meets Dean, I think she dances with him and almost makes out with him? Don't exchange numbers or anything. First day of class, Dean's the professor and she is gooped and gagged.

Eventually reader becomes his TA or smt. I remember there being a masquerade party (for halloween?) and a usually bearded Dean has shaved and reader is surprised.

I remember reader goes to this staff party as a server and she hooks up with dean at the party.

I remember there being some drama with Dean's ex, Lisa.

Reader is like best friends with Jo Harvelle in the beginning but becomes more distant when starting the relationship. Towards the end a suspicious Jo follows reader to the library where she's supposed to be working with Dean and Jo catches them fucking, films it, then tries to use it as blackmail. This results in reader and Dean telling the dean (who is Chuck) about their relationship, and reader is transferred to Bobby's class. This is not the end of the story, but that's what I remember!

as you can see this has left quite the imprint on me...

Help a girl out 😭😭

idk how long i'm keeping this up :P

[somber-sapphic]

No Rest For The Foolhardy

You manage to hide your sickness for days, but of course it's hard to hide how you feel from a Sokovian Witch. (wanda x reader)

Word Count: 2114

DAY 1- It Begins

“Y/n, we’re going to be late!” Wanda called, poking her head into the bathroom where you were painstakingly trying to apply your makeup without getting eyeliner all over your face. It was hard to do with violently shaking hands in blurred vision. 

You looked over at the brunette, a smile forming on your badly chapped lips. Even when you were feeling like absolute crap, it was impossible to deny just how beautiful she was. You fell more and more in love with her every day. 

“You okay? You look a little rough there babe.” She frowned, taking a slow step into the bathroom. A spike of fear ran through your body and you slammed the eyeliner down, making your smile even bigger.

“I’m fine, I just didn’t sleep very well.” You reassured, walking over to press a little kiss against her forehead. She looked like she’d been expecting a kiss on the lips, but you didn’t dare risk that. You didn’t want her to get whatever nasty virus had crawled into your body and taken up residence in your respiratory system. 

“Are you sure? Your cheeks are flushed, are you getting a bug?” Wanda pressed, her eyes boring into your soul as she tried to tell if you were lying. If she really wanted to she could’ve used her powers, but before the two of you even started dating she’d promised that she would never do that. 

“Don’t worry about me love, we’ve got a meeting to get to.”

DAY 2- A Losing Battle

Why couldn't the city be attacked at a normal hour? 3 am was far too early to be getting out of your nice cozy bed to put on an uncomfortable uniform and race out of the tower to fight some sort of goop throwing alien. It didn’t speak any English, or any language that any of them knew so there wasn’t any reasoning. Just fighting. 

Your body was sluggish as you threw your poison coated knives, only about half connecting with their target. Missing so much was embarrassing, especially when you were aiming for something so big. Wanda kept giving you looks but you were too busy focusing on not passing out to respond over the comms. 

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing? You’re trying to hit it, not me!” Natasha’s voice crackled over the comms, sounding equally frustrated and worried. They were all worried about you, it wasn’t just your girlfriend who had noticed your odd behavior. 

You didn’t respond, just unleashed another knife, this time hitting the thing square in the eye. Impressive for a person with a fever and a cough that rattled your lungs every few seconds and made you gag with the force. 

The battle only lasted about three hours, but when you all went back for debriefing your legs felt like jello and you were pretty sure that you could fall asleep standing up. You collapsed into a chair and put your head on your fist, blinking over at Tony as he yelled about something you had done wrong. It was obvious that you didn’t do very well today, but the thing was dead and no one had gotten hurt. 

“Tony, give me a break. It’s over.” You grumbled. Your head was pounding and his frustrated yelling and stomping around the room was only making it worse. Wanda reached over and rubbed your knee, assuming that you just had a migraine. You’d taken enough medicine to deal with the fever and congestion for a few more hours, so really it just looked like a bad headache. 

“You nearly killed Romanoff!” He snapped back, glaring at you with piercing eyes. 

“Almost being the key word. Lay off Y/n Stark, she looks exhausted.” Natasha replied, coming to your defense. You raised your eyebrows, slightly surprised. It wasn’t that you and Natasha didn’t get along, she was Wanda’s best friend after all, but there had been issues between you from the start. You two often butted heads. 

“Really? Whatever, I’m going to the lab. You’re all dismissed. Take a nap Y/n, you clearly need it.” That last backhanded insult nearly made you cry. You were angry with yourself for being so awful during the fight and you just didn’t feel well. 

Natasha leaned across the table and took one of your hands in her calloused one, squeezing it gently. 

“Don’t pay attention to him kiddo. He’s cranky because he didn’t kill the thing.” That nickname had sparked one of your first fights. You were only a year younger than Wanda who had been called ‘little witch’ since her arrival but that didn’t bother her considering that she was only a teenager when she’d joined the Avengers. 

“Thanks Tasha…” You mumbled, a little embarrassed by her attention. Wanda chuckled softly, inwardly pleased by the bond growing between you two. Her best friend and her girlfriend, finally getting along. 

“Come on my dear, I know you’ve been wanting to watch that new horror movie.” Wanda smiled, pulling you up out of your seat. A wave of stars danced in your vision but you brushed it off, blinking rapidly to clear them from your vision. A horror movie might actually make you feel better.

DAY 3- Game Night

Game night with movies. A simple, fun night for team bonding and a chance to relax with friends. They all enjoyed it, happy that they could forget about their dangerous jobs and act like normal people. 

“Y/n! Twos, do you have any twos!?” Clint demanded, leaning forward as if to interrogate you. Right, Go-Fish. You were supposed to be playing Go-Fish. Of course, it wasn’t normal Go-Fish. There was alcohol involved. Whenever someone was sent fishing they had to take a shot. You were pretty sure if you drank any you’d lose all of the weak control you had over your illness. 

You silently handed over the two that you had been cradling against your chest, clutched close to your aching lungs. The bird man let out a whoop and slapped his final four cards onto the floor, all twos.

“It’s Go-Fish dude, you didn’t win the olympics.” Rhody grumbled, pouting slightly. You cracked a little smile while Natasha smirked and Wanda chuckled. They all got so worked up over these stupid games, it was typically wildly entertaining for everyone. 

You leaned back against the couch, nestling your head against Wanda’s shoulder. Cuddled close against her you were having even more trouble staying awake, but everything changed when a harsh coughing fit wracked your admittedly weak body. 

“Are you okay sweetheart?” The brunette asked gently, sitting you up in her lap to ease your coughing. She rubbed your back as the fit subsided, her expression contorted in pure concern. Her beautiful caramel eyes were full of love, the laugh lines evident even through her worry. 

“I’m fine. Inhaled a bug I think.” You grimaced, sticking out your tongue in mock disgust. Her face pulled into one of disbelief and then she laughed, leaning over to kiss you. You cut the kiss short, turning your head to the side so her lips brushed your cheek. 

“That's some shit luck Y/n. Who wants to play Monopoly? I’m going to destroy you.” Natasha challenged, a wicked grin spreading across her face. 

True to her word, the assassin beat them all in a half hour, much to everyone's joy. She was the only one who actually liked the damn game and she only enjoyed it because she always won. She was a brutal opponent. 

“I’m done playing. Watching you guys lose is more fun than playing.” You smiled, cuddling back against your girlfriend. She wrapped her in your arms and kissed your hair, cradling you close while you drifted to sleep. 

DAY 4- And So It Ends

Baking. Why did she want to make cookies? You weren’t sure, but you obliged her. She had woken you up all excited about the new recipe she found, nearly bouncing up and down in utter joy. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that your body was on fire and your bones ached. You didn’t have the heart to admit to the cotton stuffed in your head as your illness took full effect. You were miserable. But she was happy. That's all that mattered.

“Baby, I need the sprinkles. Can you grab them?” She asked, stirring the dough with a quizzical eye. She was an excellent baker, always taking extra time to make sure that everything was done correctly. 

“Sprinkles? In the cookies?” You asked skeptically, frowning at her. It seemed to you that the colors would just bleed into the dough, leaving the two of you wish brownish, gross tasting cookies. The brunette looked back at you, her eyes glittering with amusement. 

“Yes dear, sprinkles. Do you dare question the wisdom of the recipe?” She joked, smiling at you. You shrugged, and stared at the cabinet, far too high above you to reach without climbing on something. 

You sighed and managed to drag a chair over, your whole body ready to give in to utter exhaustion. You knew you’d made a mistake when you took your first step onto the chair. With a shaky breath, you hoisted yourself up, wishing that Wanda had given you a lecture of the danger of climbing on chairs. 

Blood rushed to your head and you grabbed onto the cabinet doors, hoping to stabilize yourself. If you could just regain your balance it would all be fine. You would be fine. 

You repeated that mantra as your vision blurred and you felt yourself falling backwards, stars taking over your vision. As you tumbled to the floor you could hear Wanda yelling your name and felt the warm tingle of her magic envelope you. Sure that you couldn’t crack your head open on the floor, you let yourself succumb to the darkness. 

DAY 4- Part 2

When you came to you were laying in your large, soft bed, something cool and damp resting on your forehead. You whined softly and tried to sit up, a wave of panic racing through you. You were supposed to be baking cookies with Wanda, not sleeping. 

Arms wrapped around you and you found yourself pinned against the woman’s chest, listening to her rapid heartbeat. Wanda kissed your hair and rubbed your back, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like forever, you confused, but comfortable in your girlfriend's arms. 

“You scared the shit out of me!” She finally said, cupping your cheeks in incredibly soft hands. Her hair which had been so expertly done was sticking out of its intricate braid in pieces. She was wearing PJ’s now and her face had been wiped clean of makeup. Nevertheless, she was still beautiful.

“Why didn't you tell me you were sick?” She demanded, pulling back to cross her arms over her chest. The look on her face was angry. She was angry with you. You’d done everything you possibly could to make her happy, but you failed her. 

Tears filled your eyes and you felt your lower lip begin to tremble as you began to cry, unable to stop the cascade of your emotions. With the stress of hiding your sickness for the last few days and just how horrible you felt, you couldn’t handle her being mad at you. 

“Oh Y/n, sweetie, it’s alright. I’m sorry, you just scared me, that's all. You passed out and your fever was 105, Bruce had you on IV fluids for an hour. Honey, you can't do that, you need to take care of yourself, I need you to take care of yourself.” She soothed, wiping the tears off of your cheeks. 

You tried to stop crying, but you just couldn’t. The dam had broken and there wouldn’t be any fixing it. 

“My sweetheart, it’s all going to be okay.” Wanda murmured, crawling into bed with you. She wrapped her arms around your waist and you tucked your head against her chest, sobbing quietly into her shirt. 

“It’s all going to be okay. Just close your eyes baby, I’m not mad. It’s okay.” She promised, holding you close as you cried out all of your misery. Your throat hurt from all of the tears and you were sure that you’d gotten snot on her shirt, but she didn’t care. She didn’t pull away, just held you and ran her fingers through your hair while your sobs turned to ragged breaths, which in turn changed to soft, even, sleepy snores. 

“Sleep well my love. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

[altsvu]

mea culpa

pairing: peter stone x fem!detective!reader

wc: 908

cw: mentions of r*pe, angst, fluff

summary: peter stone, your boyfriend, is accused of that four letter word and finds himself in a scary situation. as emotional as it is for you, you and the rest of the squad have to step in to ensure his safety.

a/n: soooo obviously this was inspired by 20x9 - mea culpa… this episode had me gooped and gagged every time i watched it and i had started a fic based on this episode a few years ago when i first watched it, so it’s kinda similar 😭😭😭 can y’all tell i’m obsessed with peter stone???? that’s my man fr. as always enjoy!!

law and order svu masterlist! ✯ taglist!

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Liv didn’t call you on time.

Peter was in a bar with the husband of the woman who accused him of rape.

With a gun.

Hearing your boyfriend being accused of rape shattered you. Seeing Fin and Liv taking him in was even worse. You wanted to do everything in your power to clear his name all while still doing your job.

While trying to clear his name, that’s when you got the call. At that point the hostage situation had been going on for almost 20 minutes.

“Liv.” You said.

She turned around and pulled you into a hug.

“I should’ve called you earlier. His wife and daughter were here but he hung up the phone on them.”

“It’s okay. I’m here now, maybe I can get through to him.” You said. “Should I call?”

She nodded. “He would feel better if he heard your voice.” Liv handed you the phone after dialing the numbers.

“Please pick up.” You pleaded.

“Stone.” Peter said after a few rings.

“Peter.” You whispered.

“Y/N. I-“

“Who is that?” The other man screamed.

“Peter, tell him who I am.”

“An NYPD detective, and my girlfriend.”

“Hand me the phone.” He demanded. “Hand me the phone!”

You felt yourself shaking.

“You okay?” Rollins whispered.

“Yeah.” You whispered back.

“How do you feel knowing that your boyfriend raped my wife?”

“Sir, I don’t-“

“You know, maybe I should shoot your precious little boyfriend right now.”

“That’s not necessary. Look, if we could just work this out-“

“There’s nothing to work out.” You heard the gun cock. “HE RAPED MY WIFE!”

You felt a few tears forming. “Please, you don’t have to do this.” Your voice cracked.

“Move to where I can see you.”

“Please, don’t make her do this-“

“YOU DON’T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”

You turned to look back at Liv, who gave you a small nod.

“Okay. Look sir, I will be approaching the window where you can see me.”

You slowly moved to the window view and saw the man you were talking to on the phone with.

“Your girlfriend is beautiful.” He sneered.

“Sir, please put the gun down. Think about your wife. Your daughter. Your wife called earlier right? She’s still here, your daughter’s still here and do you know why? They love you. Very much. I’m sure they told you that. Right?”

You and the husband locked eyes with each other through the tinted glass. His eyes locked on you while still pointing the gun at Peter. Peter looked at you too through the glass with sorrow and disdain written all over his face.

The husband turned the gun from Peter towards your direction and your eyes widened.

“Sir-“

He tossed the landline on the table and made Peter hang up. The last thing you heard was the clatter of the phone. You slowly lowered the phone from your ear and maintained your eye contact with the husband.

Everything else after this moment happened so quickly, even standing at that window didn’t help. The husband left and cops apprehended him quickly and then Peter came out moments after with the gun in his hand. Liv quickly grabbed it from him.

Peter locked eyes with you and ran towards you. He pulled you into a tight hug. Tears started streaming down your face as he rubbed your back.

“Peter” was all you could stifle out. He planted continuous kisses on your head as he let your tears flow onto his suit. He wiped your tears off as he held you in his arms all while the commotion around the two of you was going on.

As much as you had so much emotion built up inside you, you were still glad the hostage situation ended the way it did.

A few days later, you were sitting at your desk and staring into space. You couldn’t seem to concentrate, the events of a few days ago kept replaying in your head. The fact that Peter could’ve got killed, that you almost got killed was still mind boggling to you.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You snapped back to reality to realize that Peter was standing in front of you.

“Peter. Hey.”

He pulled up a vacant chair and went to sit next to you, placing a bag in front of you.

“I got your favorite.”

You didn’t respond, instead just curled up in your chair.

“Y/N.” Peter reached his hand out to hold yours. “I know you’re still spooked about the bar situation.”

You nodded your head, tears forming in your eyes.

“Our lives were both in danger. I was so scared and vulnerable that day.”

“I know honey,” He whispered into your ear as he pulled you into a hug. “I know.”

“I’m so glad this is over. I’m so sorry Peter.”

“Why are you sorry? You helped serve justice. If anything I should be the one apologizing. A part of me actually thought I did it, so it being my friend doesn’t make much of a difference. And plus, the accusation probably tainted your view of me.”

You laughed a little. “Deep down a part of me had that what if moment too. But you’re my Peter, so my view of you would never change.”

You were going to plant a kiss on Peter’s cheek when he caught it with his lips instead. Suddenly everything felt like everything was falling back into place again.

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taglist: @storiesofsvu @averyhotchner @ssaic-jareau @blackbeautifulqueen @deiondraaa @wandas-wife @chaerrymuffin @happyt0exist

[mutsky]

4 minutes finale

-is he working at a fancier hospital for his fanfic?

-... wow ok he even getd his face on campaigns...

-if i didn't care for tyme before his fanfic is making me dislike him

-why would he need to lift his shirt its not like its covering anything anyway

-11:03 hes fucked

-oh hes in an uncomplicated romance where their parents arent evil people

-at least i dont have to hear the guitar

-nepo baby cat

-no one does product placement like boc

-underwater kiss??? ok percy jackson

-do you know you only have 30 minutes???

-thanks den for telling him!

-den is the only smart and well adjusted guy here

-wait thats how he dies in his fic not in real life

-not you

-she really dgaf about great

-i dont think shes as easily gaslit korn

-hes gagged and gooped

-i can barely see shit

-awwww they love each other in their own fucked up way

-kissing the man who killed your idiot brother is crazy

-im sorry in no world are these men even close to the same age the 9 year gap shows

-theyre cute together tho this is how we repair fuaiz (not happening bc boc hates me)

-he forgot he was an easy fuck :/

-ohhhh he doesnt know

-NOOOOO MY MURDER TWINK

-acab fr

-NO

-what ??? whats going on

-my goodness does anyone survive this show

-this is so shakespearean

-this is pissing me off the wrong people died

-good for dr den shes cute

-im still pissed dont wanna finish anymore :/

-it was an art exhibit... lame explanation

-ok whos the lady shes hot

-great is a terrible person!

-oh they made him get a normal job they heard me bitch

-the way this show couldve ended without the parents storyline bc idc

-is this the tongrak recorder pen???

-oh this guy he deserved to die i guess but this scene is dragging

-or oh hes gonna save him

-is he turning himself in?

-also why is jjay so tall

-really feel nothing about greattyme and dont care what happens to them

-omega? oh im sure

-now what .. oh that was dramatic for nothing

-dont fucking remind me were never getting biblejeff istg

9/10 show it sorta had 20+ minutes of dead time here at the end but i was on the edge of my seat and very engaged the entire time it was well done but they managed to make me not care about the main couple which isnt supposed to happen in a bl you cant let some twink steal the show!!!

[ziggystqrdust]

i had a dream about you // alucinatio by alexmeg

“He stares at the ceiling, blinking blankly every now and then, until his eyes close and he falls asleep.”

hey so what the fuck

bonus

caption translation: “you’re an angst enjoyer”

video translation: “that feeling like where it hurts so much but it feels good, you know that feeling when “aww im so sad cuz they didnt end up together😞” but its also satisfying in a way that they didnt end up together😁”

[yesterdayiwrote]

In response to that post about who the drivers would vote for I saw that TikTok and they said George would vote trump purely because he gives off massive tory vibes. Think that tells you everything aha

Lol, quelle surprise! What new and innovative hot take will they come up with next?! The searing and incisive political commentary has left me gagged and gooped!

[jennyyy007]

RAT 💉 pt. 2

Lovely Lady

Cw: lab whump, male whumpee, male whumper, multiple whumpers, multiple whumpees, female caretaker, experiments, violence, cruel whumper, defiant whumpee, obedient whumpee, captivity

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Fuck his head hurts… Oliver shifts uncomfortably in his bed before he opens his eyes.

He’s in his cell again… and… great.

He sits up, groaning a little as his back hurts from sleeping on the cold floor.

They took his bed privileges away…

Not like it makes a good difference anyways. The bed is basically just a small iron frame that has a small air mattress on top. No blanket and only a small… again, air filled pillow with the thought of feathers.

There’s a small table in the corner with a single chair. On top of that table is… hard to tell… something that you would only imagine a clogged drain would smell like.

Oliver gets up from the floor, taking slow steps over to his little desk, trying to ignore the two guards standing outside his cell, watching every move the guy is making.

He sits down and observes the still compact “food” in front of him. Even after being knocked out for almost six hours, the food stayed exactly the same.. ugh..

The boy raises his arms up, observing his new arm for a bit. It really is the exact same.. there’s not even a scar where they cut it just grew back entirely. It looks a bit odd. His left arm completely covered in scars. And his right arm healed entirely.

They didn’t give him cutlery so he just uses his rather dirty hands to start eating.

The boy almost gags when he shoves the disgusting goop down his throat.

He can’t. He can’t eat this again.

“I want something else.”

He demands as he gets up from his chair and walks over to hold the plate through the little window where he usually gets his food through.

“Sure why don’t we give you some filet mignon with blue cheese mashed potatoes”

The man tells him mockingly, rolling his eyes a little before taking the plate and dumping the nutriloaf in a nearby trashcan.

Oliver just rolls his eyes before he sits back down in the corner where his bed used to be. Leaning his head against the wall.

“Alright I’ll go home shift is over”

One of the guards says, checking his watch before the other one nods at him.

“See ya tomorrow then.”

He says in a rather tired tone of voice, obviously not very fond of needing to do night shift.

Oliver doesn’t care. He just decides to lay down on the floor and rest his eyes for a bit. The headaches after getting emergency knocked out are the worst. They last for hours…

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“Hey… hey buddy…”

Oliver quickly opens his eyes, feeling a little startled. He must have fallen asleep again. Oh…

“Hey nurse Dawn…”

Oliver smiles a bit as he sees the woman crouched down in front of his cell. Nurse dawn is so sweet.. she’s basically his caregiver. Taking him for showers, giving him small toys to play with sometimes. And even…

“I got something for you”

She says in her usual gentle tone, knowing how frightened most experiments are.

The lady reaches into her coats pocket before pulling out a small sandwich, wrapping in plastic foil before sliding it through the window.

Oliver smiles at her before quickly taking the sandwich, unwrapping it before starting to eat it. He knows Dawn isn’t allowed to provide him with most things but she still does… and that makes her very dear to him.

The lady is in her early thirties. She’s sweet and caring and has the most beautiful long brown hair. She reminds him of his mama… when he says he would kill all of them he definitely doesn’t mean nurse Dawn.

“Thank you nurse Dawn”

Oliver says quietly between chews. He can see the guard having fallen asleep on the chair behind the woman.

“You’re welcome sweetheart.”

She says, taking the wrapper back from the bot and stuffing it in her pocket.

Oliver can’t really die of starvation but he will still loose a lot of weight and feel the pain in his stomach.

“I’ll get you more tomorrow okay? Do you want ham or cream cheese? Or both?”

She says smiling softly as she gets up again.

“Both please!”

Oliver says as she smiles back at the lady and she makes a quick nod.

“Noted”

She whispers before taking a step back, trying her best to cheer up the boy even tho she could cry every time she sees those experiments patients. The job pays very well. Way better than for nurses at a hospital… and now that she took the job she can’t go back. The government needs to hide the anomalies from society. They can’t have people know that there’s monsters among us.

“I’ll have to go now okay? But I’ll see you tomorrow for bath time”

She smiles before waving at the boy and he waves back, giggling a little. Watching after the lady.

Yeah… he definitely wouldn’t kill her

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Nurse Dawns picrew

@a-living-canvas @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

[calico-heart]

Please tell us about the trail mix raisins

PFFT this is maybe less amusing to hear about than experience but here goes:

So the most common trail mix you could buy at a corner store or wherever was made of like. Crackers. Nuts. Earthy things that make sense to eat together. Sometimes also M&Ms which - look the chocolate is kind of an earthy bitter-ish flavor too. They're all crunchy. It works.

But then they also added RAISINS. And I'm not a raisin hater ok. I like raisins by themselves! But they have a distinct Flavor and I do not like squishy sweet raisin next to a salty dry peanut and an almond and the bland crunchy waffle cracker. The texture is Bad. The flavor combination is Bad.

This was a Healthy Snack frequently afflicted on the children of my youth, including me. Raisin cookies were becoming an endangered species so they had to find some other way to adapt, I guess.

Trail Mix was enrichment because you had to pick all the raisins out before you could eat your snack. Half of snack time was dedicated to pulling the fucking raisins out of your bag of trail mix so you could eventually shove a hand in and eat a mouthful of goodness instead of being violently gagged by the goop of disgustingness.

Inevitably you missed a raisin and just when you thought you were safe felt the squelch between your teeth and the sudden rush of intense regret. It was traumatic. It was a formative memory. It was a shared suffering we all endured.

So yeah Trail Mix is great if you leave out the raisins but the raisins are always there. Waiting. You couldn't have Trail Mix without raisins.

It's a great metaphor for people that way because people are generally great but you're definitely going to find a raisin in them now and then no matter what, sorry.

[cinamun]

The power in this picture…and there aren’t even any words! It’s absolutely chilling. Hopefully El has ascended and doesn’t start visiting Jay next because you can tell that boy is haunted already. Spooked, gooped, and gagged are the only words I can think of. It’s the cockiness of the Elliot portrait that really ties it all together like “yup in the end I still have her my guy”. It sucks because Jay is honestly probably feeling so alone and isolated and rejected right now and doesn’t even realize it because of how much of himself he’s pouring into Hope’s recovery. He probably misses her smile and her laugh and her touch and all he gets are the tears and picking up the pieces and then constantly hears all this, in his eyes, praise and love and affection for a guy that almost killed her. I know that must be so hard on him.

Whenever situations like these arise, I don’t think there’s ever enough emphasis and focus on just how much damage it really creates for everyone that is left behind. It trickles to people you wouldn’t even expect to be affected. You’re doing an absolutely phenomenal job with showing this side of things and I seriously applaud you because I can’t even imagine how taxing and hard it must be to put yourself in that mental space to plan these scenes and write the dialog everyday. It’s hard enough reading it so I truly can’t imagine how you feel. Don’t forget to take care of yourself, Cin. And take breaks when you need them. You’re doing an amazing job with this arc!

COME ON SHY!!! The analysis after these scenes are literally my favorite part. Sis....

The way you broke down this picture is exactly what I was hoping to portray here. I took this at like 12 different angles but only the 2 in the update gave what I needed them to give.

I just don't think Jay is ok right now and y'all have done an incredible job breaking down why.

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part twenty nine)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

Beginning | Previous | Next

Word count: 1,471

Warnings: Blood, being sick, Snatcher has trauma

Author's notes: Another Snatcher and Empress chapter! I love them, they're such good friends. Plus I missed Snatcher so he gets to be back. Dude got traumatised and I will explain more about that in the spinoff I'll write for him. Anyway, enjoy!

Snatcher gagged, retching into a plant pot.

Bubbling, black ooze burnt away at the greenery as Snatcher leant against the hallway wall.

He matched the darkness he supposed, even with blood smeared across his slight frame.

The yellow bird that ran past him didn't even notice him.

Snatcher watched the owl go.

“I thought everyone was meant to be filming,” Snatcher murmured, forcing himself forward.

He snapped his fingers, the doors in front of him opening.

"Kid, what's going on?” Snatcher asked the nearest owl.

“Mr. Snatcher! You're- you're back! I'm sorry, Mr. Grooves and Mr. Conductor are out right now,” Owlice greeted him.

“Anyone else with authority?” Snatcher questioned, hand moving to his side as something felt like it was freezing there.

The ghost let out a low string of curses as he gestured at it, a few sparks of magic curling towards the patch before disintegrating.

“You look like even more of a mess than Conductor did.”

Snatcher looked up at Empress, a sharp comeback on the edge of his tongue.

He bent over again, regurgitating another bubbling pile of ooze.

"Ugh, maybe that wasn't a sharp comeback on the edge of my tongue,” Snatcher said, kicking some of it under a nearby set of seats. “I'm not cleaning that up.”

“You're a wreck right now, what happened?” Empress asked, walking over and slinging one of his arms around her shoulders.

“Vanessa. Vanessa happened,” Snatcher grumbled, sagging more of his weight against the cat.

“Scram, bird. Tell everyone to go home and come back after the weekend,” Empress instructed.

Owlice nodded and walked away.

“Aren't you guys meant to be filming?” Snatcher questioned.

“Technically yes. But there's a possible development between the two idiots in love who run this place, so I'm sure no one minds us taking a little time off,” Empress explained.

“You mean they're finally-” Snatcher broke off in a fit of coughs.

“Chill it or I will knock you out. I can't have you spewing creepy nightmare goop everywhere,” Empress replied.

“Sorry,” Snatcher wheezed.

"Now. I'm going to take you back to my place in the metro. And we are going to stay there until you feel well again,” Empress explained. “Got that?”

“Okay.”

“And you're not going to complain about it,” Empress instructed. “And I will kick you out if you throw up on my furniture.”

“Sure.”

Snatcher blinked, looking around the room.

“Good. You're awake.”

He looked over at Empress, scrolling on her phone.

The cat was slouched across an armchair, legs hanging over one arm with her back propped against the other.

“Where am I?” Snatcher asked, memory hazy.

“My place in the metro. I told you I was taking you there,” Empress replied, gaze flicking over to him. “You're really sick, aren't you?”

Snatcher nodded meekly.

“You're not going to get much better, are you?” Empress gently prompted, putting her phone down in her lap.

“I don't know what she did. But I feel so weak. I haven't eaten in so long,” Snatcher cried, a couple amber coloured drops hitting his body. “I’m so cold. I've always been cold because of how I died but this is different. I can't feel heat from anything anymore.”

Empress' tail thrashed slightly, hitting the floor.

“What do you need to eat?”

“Souls. I'm out of them though, I depleted my sources when I-”

Visions flashed through his mind of his fight with Vanessa.

He pushed them away, trying to block them out.

“Anyway, I can't start healing without souls. And I used up the last of my power getting to the studio,” Snatcher finished defeatedly.

Empress crossed the room and leaned over him, something akin to worry staining her features.

"Listen here!” Empress growled. “I'm going to go find some sad nobodies who are willing to trade their souls in. And you're going to take those souls and get better. Got that?”

Snatcher nodded again as she stood back up.

He knew she was trying to be caring but she had a weird way of showing it.

“Can't believe I have to babysit everyone. I had to beat some sense into Conductor and now I have to stop you from dying.”

“Actually-”

“Oh shut up,” Empress interrupted, ears bent back over her head as her tail whipped back and forth.

Empress watched wide-eyed as Snatcher healed his wounds.

Her pupils were bloated as she stared at the sparkling magic.

“Thank you. For what you did,” Snatcher whispered, biting back a whimper of pain as another cold shock went through his side.

Empress blinked, seemingly snapping out of her stupor.

“It's fine. You would do the same for me.” She shrugged, moving Snatcher's legs out the way to sit beside him on the sofa.

He lay his legs back on top of her lap as she scrolled on her phone.

“We could make a contract, you know. I could get the cops off of your back,” Snatcher suggested.

His friendship with Empress felt like all he had left sometimes.

He didn't want to lose her due to something stupid, like her committing crimes.

“Eventually, yes.” The corner of her mouth twitched into a smile. “That would be nice.”

Snatcher took a break from weaving magic into his wounds, staring at the cat.

There was something about her that screamed fake. Like she wasn't as mean as she made herself out to be, or that she was kind of sick of everything.

“You know, you're not as scary as you think you are,” Snatcher said, resting his head against the plush pillows on the back of the sofa.

Empress' tail twitched and she quickly scratched behind her ear.

“I'm the most notorious criminal in the world. My name strikes fear into people - the police wouldn't dare try and shut me down for good,” Empress replied coldly.

“Not after the movie comes out it won't,” Snatcher reminded.

Empress took a deep breath, casting him a tired look.

“What are you trying to get out of this?” She sighed.

"What were you like as kid? I mean, what did you even do before the metro was built?” Snatcher questioned.

“The metro has always existed, even if it wasn't a metro at the time. I made my money through dirty work, same as I do now. The only differences were my looks and my name,” Empress started.

“Emily was an idealistic idiot. She thought that if she tried hard enough, things would change. But they never have, and never will. The metro will always be an area of power struggle.”

Empress stared off into the distance, eyes absent.

“Emily had friends. Emily was never going to be a leader with connections like that. Emily had to cut herself off, especially when things started going badly,” the cat spat. “Emily was a fool and a weakling. Emily still misses her friends.”

“But Empress…”

Her claws dug into the fabric of her coat, ripping the red, velvety pattern.

“Heh, Empress honed her skills. Empress is a master of deception and sleight of hand. Empress was not afraid to take what should rightfully be hers. She fought her way up from the bottom and she'll be damned if she doesn't stay at the top!”

Snatcher reached over and gently pulled her claws out of her coat.

"You know, I don't actually remember my name,” he said quietly. “I remember Vanessa's. I remember I was a prince and I was studying law to become a lawyer. I remember the incident that led to my death. I remember what it was like before, when we were still in love.”

Empress looked over at him, fur standing on end, pupils narrowed.

“But there's not much aside from that. Guess that was part of the curse. But I don't really care to remember. I like the life I lead as ‘The Snatcher’.” He laughed bitterly. “I don't think what happened before really matters though. Sure, I miss whatever it might have been. But at the same time, I've got so much more power. So who cares about before! What we have now is better.”

Empress retracted her claws.

“I didn't realise you were one for making big speeches,” Empress teased.

“Yeah, well, I had to learn that when-” the ghost paused as something in his stomach rolled.

“Not good.”

Empress dashed across the room, wrenching a window open.

“Not in my home!” She screeched.

Snatcher rushed over to the window, recoiling slightly at the icy jab of pain that crept through him as he threw up again.

"I'm calling Grooves. I'll take time off til you feel well again,” Empress sighed, patting him on the back.

“Thanks,” Snatcher croaked, another violent shiver going through him.

“I'll pick you up a hoodie when I buy myself dinner this evening.”

“You're a good friend.”

"Yeah, whatever.”