#I hate drawing but if I don’t do it I’ll be shot on sight

[riceballart]

it never ends 🥰🥰

[a-pute11as]

caught - alexia putellas

first time doing this so it's a short one. r gets caught staring at alexia in the gym. based on this godly picture.

words - 727

“you’re staring at her again” cata rolled her eyes at my behaviour. we were in the middle of a gym session and i was meant to be spotting her as she did a chest press. meant. yet my focus was much further away than making sure cata didn’t drop a heavy set of weights on her. 

i watched as one of her arms extended upwards and the other lay across her stomach. her muscles prominently pressing against her training top as she continued her set. i watched as her face tensed after every movement, with small grunts leaving her lips as she continued. the way her veins popped out across her hands, highlighting her perfect hands whilst drawing attention to her toned arms. 

“i’m not staring” i said, shaking my head as i looked over at cata, tearing my eyes away from the sight clearly sent from heaven. 

“you’re literally drooling” she laughed whilst continuing the exercise i should’ve been paying attention too. 

i quickly ran my hand across my mouth, making sure she was joking.

“not funny, i don’t drool” i said rolling my eyes as we switched positions for me to begin doing the required exercises. 

“hm, you do when you sleep” she said, shaking her head at my dismissal. 

“one time catalina! that was one time!” i defended, raising my voice whilst trying not to gain too much attention. 

i finished my set before switching with cata again. i stood up again, my eyes instantly traveling to alexia. i knew i shouldn’t but couldn’t stop myself, not with the way her sweat glistened in the fluorescent lights. 

and then her eyes met mine. my cheeks instantly flashed a bright red colour as she looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a smug smirk. she knew exactly what i was doing, and i wasn’t going to hear the end of it. 

i quickly looked away as i diverted my attention back to cata, “i have a problem” i said, fanning myself with my hand to give me some kind of relief from the heat that was spreading across my body. 

“don’t i know it, it’s like your eyes are permanently glued to her” she said, finishing her set and standing up to join me. 

“no, i’m being serious, ale caught me staring at her, like really caught me, like she looked me dead in the eyes” i whispered, rubbing my hand against my temple. 

she was instantly hunched over laughing, and not quietly, meaning suddenly a lot of eyes were on us. 

“catalina thomas coll lluch, shut the fuck up” i aggressively whispered punching her arm in hopes she’d stop. 

the laughing continued as my face began to develop an even deeper shade of red. 

“i can’t believe she caught you” she managed to get out in between her ridiculously loud laughter. 

i covered both my hands with my face in hopes the embarrassment would disappear. 

“who caught you?” a thick catalan accent appeared behind me, an accent that i knew incredibly well, an accent belonging to the person who just caused me to go as red as possible. 

my hands instantly dropped to my side as i spun round to meet her face.

“no one, she’s just talking about a show we were watching” i explained, lies spilling out of my mouth to somehow hide the embarrassment i was feeling, “she clearly finds it very funny, when it definitely isn’t” i added, giving cata the straightest expression i possibly could. 

“well, if you two are done, could you come spot me?” alexia said, directly a seemingly innocent smile appearing on her face, yet i knew that was a cover for a very cocky grin. i couldn’t believe she was doing this on purpose at this point. 

“oh of course! we just finished” cata said, her laughter instantly disappearing whilst being replaced with an exaggerated smile, as she pushed me closer to alexia by my shoulder. 

“thank you cata, i’ll go easy with her” alexia winked at cata, as she began walking over to her next piece of equipment. 

before joining her i quickly shot cata a strong glare, “i hate you, so so so much” i whispered. 

“try not to stare” i heard her snigger back, which caused me to simply raise my middle finger at her causing the laughing fit to reappear. 

[holidayinhell]

CWs: carewhumper, dubcon touch

“Sorry ‘bout earlier.” 

Whumper waved an apple in front of Whumpee’s face, shiny, bright red and perfect. But Whumpee sat in place catatonically, staring straight forward at the wall behind Whumper.

“Hey. Look at me bud.” 

Whumpee paid him no mind.

The tall man tried to swallow his annoyance. He knew it was important for Whumpee to feel safe and relaxed right now, but it wasn’t in his nature to be so… understanding. He was the impatient type, and the silent act was his least favorite form of passive aggression. 

“Hellooooooo.”

Whumpee shot a poisonous look up to Whumper, grimacing.

Whumper raked his nails across Whumpee’s neck, dragging them into the delicate flesh. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but enough to force a sharp gasp as Whumpee recoiled, scrambling backward. 

Fuck! Goddamn it!!!! He lost his fucking temper again. He didn't mean to. Why does this keep happening?!

“Sorry. Oh, fuck. I shouldn’t-- shit, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you really act like you’re fucking sorry.” Whumpee spat sarcastically. His good arm clutched the fresh scratches below his ear. It hurt, but the pain was nowhere in the same league as his violently pulsating arm.

A tear rolled down Whumpee’s nose, landing with a sting on his broken wrist. He glanced down at the black-and-blue marks. Perfect handprints were seared into the skin there, an echo of Whumper’s unforgiving grip. He'd never forget the sickening crack when Whumper snapped it—sharp and hollow, like stepping on a brittle branch in the woods.

“Well, I uh, couldn’t find any gauze at the Penny Mart. But I got this bandana I can use to wrap around it though. I’ll make a sling thinggy or whatever.” Whumper hesitated for a moment before pulling a crumpled bandana from his jacket pocket.

“Aaannnnd… this is the best part.” He presented the captive with the red apple again. “I got this for you.”

“Woah.” 

“Right? Isn’t it crazy shiny?”

“Yeah.” Whumpee ran his fingers over the apple’s immaculate, shining flesh. “It really is.”

He hated how fascinated he was with a simple piece of fruit. Then again, how long had it been since Whumpee had eaten something that was actually grown from the earth? 

Hanging from its stem pinched between Whumper’s fingers, it rotated in the air slightly, and it was so red it practically glowed, shining like a Christmas ornament. For a moment, both men were strangely enamored with the perfection of the apple.

Just as Whumpee outstretched his hand to accept the small gift, the fruit fell to the floor, bouncing against the concrete with a dull thud.

“Goddamn it Whumpee.” Whumper muttered, voice low and frustrated. “I was tryna do somethin’ nice.”

“It’s okay.” Whumpee said numbly, retrieving the bisected chunks from the ground. The juices from inside the apple glistened under the light. 

“Huh. Almost expected it to be red on the inside, too.” Whumper anchored his head on Whumpee’s boney shoulder. He was pleased when Whumpee didn’t pull away, allowing him to rest his ear against his collarbone.

“So," Whumper said coolly, "do you still want it?”

“...yeah…”

“Mm, yeah, I’d eat it too.” Whumper growled into Whumpee’s ear. “Even smashed to pieces and ripped inside out.” 

Whumpee shifted on his feet, uncomfortably shrugging Whumper’s face off his shoulder. The man took a step back, eyes flickering over to Whumpee, his intense gaze tracing his body up and down, savoring the sight.

“Don’t do that.” Whumpee protectively shielded his broken wrist.

“Don’t do what?” Whumper laughed with a crooked smile, his voice teasing. “I was just sayin'. The inside of the apple is just as pretty as the outside. Maybe even more pretty. And ya know...” 

Whumpee didn’t know what to do when Whumper stepped into him, putting his mouth over the red scratch marks from earlier.

“I bet you’re like that too.” Whumper purred as he lapped at the skin. 

His tongue swirled over the scratches and glided up Whumpee’s neck until he met the fleshy lobe of his ear.

“It’ll be a nice day when I can finally rip you apart too. But I'll take good care of you 'til then.”

((more whump drabbles))

[mylifesjustacarousel]

the sorcerer and the apprentice - foes to friends

pairing: james hook x gn!reader (requested)

summary: you hated no one more than james hook, but after an incident, you start to see him differently

type: angst, the tiniest hint of fluff at the end

CW: bullying

WC: 1.2k

prequel | part 2 | part 3 (requests are open!)

For as long as you could remember, you hated James Hook. From the second he showed his face on the Merlin Academy campus, being as snarky and bratty as ever, you despised him. Being the child of Merlin himself didn’t make it any easier either. The torment and teasing was nonstop, from him and the rest of the VKs.

But ever since you pulled that prank on Uliana a few weeks ago, you had seen very little of the VKs, Hook included. You weren’t too worried though. If you could take them once, you could take them again.

You were in the woods right outside of campus, your sword in hand. It was peaceful there at night, a great time and place to practice your technique. You were stood in front of a tree, swinging at it left and right, pretending to dodge attacks. It wasn’t as good as practicing with a partner, but practicing alone helped to clear your mind.

“Aren’t you missing something, darling? Like another person?” A voice called out. You froze in your place, turning your head to follow the direction of the voice.

Hook.

“Go away,” you spat, “Even if I did want another person here, or anywhere else, it certainly wouldn’t be you.” He snorted, “I told you, you can’t get rid of me that easily. You can’t just say a spell and make me go away.”

Before you even knew it, your feet were moving before your mind, your arms drawing up and swinging your sword at Hook. While your technique was a little off, he seemed to quickly get the message. His eyes widened, his body barely dodging the blade. “If you needed the practice, you could’ve just said so,” he winked, drawing his sword from his belt.

You grimaced, swinging at him again, “You make me sick, Hook.” He advanced forward, unknowingly backing you up against a tree. You panicked, trying to quickly think of something to get you out of this situation. He had you cornered. He held the blade of his sword to your chin, “You don’t even know me, darling.” you could feel every breath that he took with how close his chest was to yours. “So you can hate me, but remember who saved you when Uliana wanted to destroy you.”

He pulled his sword away, putting it back in its sheath before walking away from you. You stood there in disbelief as you watched him.

What just happened? you thought.

You walked towards the water, trying to calm yourself down. Leaning against a nearby tree, you took a deep breath. Peace at last…

“You!”

Whipping your head around, you were met with a sight that you did not want to see. The VKs were standing there, minus Hook. Uliana charged towards you, “You think you can humiliate me and get away with it? I’ll show you what happens to people who mess with me!”

Without missing a beat, you turned to try to run, only to run into the chests of Hades and Morgie. They had you cornered. One of Uliana’s tentacles shot out, wrapping around your ankle and lifting you up into the air. You panicked, yelling for help. But the woods were too far away for anyone on campus to actually be able to hear you. She laughed maniacally, dangling you over the water as you struggled.

“The little goody two shoes thought that they were going to get spared? Just because Hook let you go, doesn’t mean that I’m going to.”

You looked to the other three for help, hoping that any of them would show any signs of remorse. But they were all laughing, enjoying the fear on your face. “It’s a shame I had to get rid of Hook. He thought I should leave you alone, but I knew that nothing would fill me with more joy than doing this.”

Within seconds, you could feel nothing but coldness surrounding you. She had dropped you into the water below you. “I hope you can swim!” she called out, the VKs laughing and cheering her on as they left.

You panicked, flapping your arms as you tried to make your way back to land. The water stirred, a figure appearing in the water beside you. It could only be described as a giant eel. It’s snake like eyes locked on you, ready to pounce the moment it saw you. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to remember a spell to get you out of this. But your mind drew a blank. There was nothing you could do to save yourself.

You heard the eel pounce, but you didn’t expect what came after. The sound of a sword being drawn, a loud scream, and the sound of the water becoming still. You slowly opened your eyes, looking for your hero.

Hook. Hook was standing there.

He threw his sword onto the ground, reaching his hand to help you out. You didn’t think twice before grabbing his hand, pulling yourself out of the water. Shivering, you pulled your soaking wet jacket tighter around your frame, trying to generate any sort of warm.

“Easy, easy,” Hook pulled his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders, “You’re lucky I was still around, you were almost fish food, darling.”

You glared at him, but you accepted his jacket. “Why’d you do that? Help me?” you mumbled, your eyes meeting his. For the first time ever, you saw sincereness in his eyes. It was strange and different. It’s like something in your brain just clicked.

“Like I said, you don’t know me,” he shrugged, “But, there’s something about you. You’re… different. A good different. You weren’t actually a goody two shoes, you’re actually pretty cool.” Hook rambled on, a light blush on his cheeks.

“Well… thank you,” you nodded. He gave you a nod back, standing up, “Just, uh, return the jacket whenever.”

“Aren’t you going to walk me back?” you asked, standing with him. His eyes widened, the blush on his face becoming a cherry red.

“I guess that would be the appropriate thing to do, yes.”

Hook walked you all the way back to your dorm room, his eyes on you the entire walk. You were silent the entire time, still trying to process what had happened. Hook helped you. You didn’t think it could ever happen, but you saw a change in him, and you were interested in taking a deeper dive… you couldn’t even believe that you were thinking these things. After all, you hated James Hook. Or at least you did.

“Well, this is me,” you slipped his jacket off, trying to hand it back to him. He refused, draping it over your shoulders again, “You still look cold, darling. I’ll get it back eventually. But, um, have a good night.” He patted your shoulder before turning to walk away.

He took a few steps before you called out to him. “Hey, James? You can come pick up your jacket tomorrow… and stay for a little bit, if you’d like?”

Hook couldn’t help but smile a bit. He turned to you, “Sounds like a plan, y/n. Don’t get into any more trouble between now and then, alright? I can only save you so many times.”

You rolled your eyes, a grin making way onto your face, “Goodnight, James.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

a/n: i truly didn’t think i would get so many requests for this series, or enough for this to even turn into a series. also, if there’s any confusion timeline wise, this takes place a few months before the original the sorcerer and the apprentice. if you have any requests at all, my ask box is open!

[klausysworld]

Are request still open and if they are can you make a Klaus Mikaelson one shot the girl is Tyler Lockwood sister and she hates Klaus so she rejects him as her mate but at the end she accepts him so like fluff at the end

What are you doing to me?

Finding out your mated to the all powerful original hybrid who ruined your brothers like and forced him to become half vampire while also terrorising your childhood friends and what not isn’t exactly at the top of my bucket list.

Him being a willing participant when it came to the whole ‘soulmate’ arrangement was also not meant to be in the cards.

When I realised we were mates I was 99% sure he would immediately reject me as a mate. As strong as a soulmate makes you, it will also always be your greatest weakness. I would be able to kill him far easier than anyone else and I was certain he would want to kill me first.

So him leaving me expensive gifts was…unexpected to say the least.

Detailed drawings of wolves and the full moon in the sky with a poem hand written on the back had my heart fluttering in ways that I should not have enjoyed.

But he had destroyed my brothers and the people I consider my family’s lives.

And so, despite the utter agony I was inflicting on both him and myself, I rejected him as my mate.

It’s a rare thing for wolves to reject their one, the side affects are awful in a way to force your mind into reconsidering.

The crippling pain was emotionally tormenting and physically exhausting. After the initial rejection I was barely able to leave my bed, eat, drink, I barely spoke a word and each time I fell asleep I was haunted by a similar image of Klaus.

Damon had messaged me letting me know Klaus had been out of sight for nearly 3 weeks after.

The pain lingered, never truly gone but it had dimmed. Though a sharp pain would shoot through me when he was too close, when the bond knew I was purposely ignoring him, and i could always see him wince at the same time.

The few times I didn’t shove him away, well I felt much better. He brought peace to my wolfs inner battle between soulmate and family because in reality I knew that he was both. I was just too afraid to admit it fully.

Though I couldn’t help but occasionally step a tad bit closer to him, to feel the warm buzz that ran through my bloodstream.

He was a lot less subtle though.

Often, as soon as his wolf sensed mine approaching he was all over me. Hands would be rubbing up and down my arms, his lips on my neck in a desperate instinctual need to mark me. And what was worse was that my wolf was all the more compliant and for a few wonderful seconds I could indulge in the blissful sensations. My head back, hands firmly gripping his henley and moans leaving my lips, my wolf having the desire to present myself in a truly embarrassing fashion.

Though he would always push it a tad too far, a grope to my ass, his canines about to pierce my skin, and I would be pushing him away. My wolf panting as I nearly tripped over my own two feet to get away from him while ignoring the intense feeling of my heart being squeezed unpleasantly.

I always managed to just scrape past him.

Suffering alone in my room again at the recurring torture of rejecting a mate.

His continued flow of presents didn’t help either, only made me feel worse seeing effort put into paintings of me and my wolf. He hadn’t turned into a hybrid, not yet at least, he probably knew that would be my last straw and id maim him.

But I knew he had followed my wolf on the full moons, I always woke with brand new clothes beside me, lead on a cotton blanket with a pillow under head and the snapping of twigs in the distance as he walked away.

And even though I should have said absolutely not when he personally delivered an invitation to his family’s ball, with those stupid puppy dog eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to.

“Please love, just one dance and if you don’t like it…then I’ll leave you be and accept your decision” as soon as the words left his mouth, both our souls twisted in agony making my teeth grind.

“Fine, just one” I whispered and he nodded, pulling me into a quick hug to calm down both our pain. Which it did like water on a fire, entirely putting out the flames and leaving us calm and quiet.

And then the dress arrived at my door, with matching shoes and accessories and I realised I actually had to do this.

Walking into his house sent a chill down my spine, my body felt much warmer and my wolf was howling inside me.

A hand on my shoulder had me whimpering softly making an arm wrap around my waist and pull me aside to another room.

“Shh love, we don’t want the rest of the guests hearing such lovely sounds” klaus murmured into my ear and I pressed against him, a small moan leaving my lips.

“This is too much for you isn’t it my love?” He whispered, his hand tilting my head making me look up at him.

The entire house smelt like him, I had seen parts of it in the dreams of him when he was suffering from my rejection. Which now intensified my guilt, my emotions were running haywire. I was in his home; I was in the wolf’s den.

Without thinking my hands tugged at his blazer, pushing it down his arms before my fingers began to pull his shirt open

“Woah love, it’s alright” he muttered, his hands grabbed mine and before I could blink we were outside. The cold air cooled down my boiling skin as I panted and he stroked my hair away from my face

“There we go, it’s okay” he cooed, the back of his hand pressing against my forehead.

“I hate this stupid bond” I whispered, covering my face.

“I know love…we can have our dance another time, I’ll take you home” he uttered, his tone was sad and my heart ached again.

“Stop it” I whispered “please stop it”

“Stop what love? What’s wrong?”

“Make it stop fucking hurting! I rejected you weeks, months ago! Why does it still hurt!? What are you doing to me?” I whispered, tears filling my eyes and spilling over. I looked up at him to see him in a similar state though no tears had fallen from his eyes yet.

His hand moved to cup my face and I couldn’t help but lean into it.

“It will only stop hurting us when you truly reject me. Somewhere, inside you, you still haven’t truly given up on the idea. You either have to reject the bond once and for all or accept me” he explained softly

“I would’ve been able to reject you if you left me alone. You kept sending all those things and being so kind, you did this to me” I whimpered

“I wouldn’t have done that if I couldn’t feel your soul still reaching for mine” he uttered “I would never intentionally harm you”

I let out a quiet sob as my soul pleaded for his.

I leaned forward so my head could press against his chest, my eyes closing at the content feeling that rose in me. I could feel myself giving into the bond, our souls slowly binding together. His hand held the back of my head, I could hear his heart speeding up as mine mimicked it.

His other hand moved around my waist, pulling me to him. “Good girl” he whispered “you’ll feel so much better now” he reassured “I promise I’ll make it better now sweetheart”

He kissed my head softly, his hand rubbing my back “let the bond form my love” he encouraged.

I focused on the connection trying to relight the candle.

I could feel the second it happened, my knees growing too weak to stand making him chuckle quietly and wrap both arms around me. He lifted me so my face could be right infront of his, prompting me to lean forward and press our lips together.

Our souls entwined as we did so, endless amounts of passion poured into one act.

The silent appreciation that this was real and it was only just the beginning.

[randomkduck]

Catdow revival au chapter 1: A short chapter where Shadow wakes up and meets Red.

Note: This hops in and out of 3rd and 1st person pov for Shadow, generally whichever was easier to write the part in. Not sure if it’s disorienting, sorry if it is!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Everything felt fuzzy, and numb. Like I was floating in the air but laying down on the floor but dunked into a pool of water but laying with my body pressed in between two people but.... it was a feeling I just couldn't put a real name to but could put too many names to and thinking too hard on it made my head hurt, so I stopped.

I don't really remember what it was like before I was given sentience, but I don't think it felt quite like this.

It didn't help that I picked up bits of sound, and emotion, and sights that just... weren't heard, felt, or seen by me. Like I was glimpsing into someone else's life.

I felt tired and wide awake at the same time. It was exhausting.

It felt like I had done just good enough to not be, I don't know, sent to wherever hylians think bad people go. But did too much bad stuff to go anywhere nice. So now I was just stuck... wherever I was. Probably in Link's shadow.

Being in Link's shadow sucked. It was really boring and ugh.

Until it wasn't.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shadow woke up curled in on his side. Body feeling all too heavy and light at the same time, mind feeling fuzzy. He lifted his head, the fuzziness turning into dizziness, and forcing him to lay back down.

He layed there like that for a little while, lifting his head every once and awhile to make sure he was still safe where he was. 

He slowly pieced together part of what was going on. For one, he was alive when he was fairly curtain he shouldn’t be, for two he was in an alley somewhere in… possibly castle town? He hadn’t seen the place much from the skies as he razed it, but he had a vague idea of what it looked like from watching Link through the dark mirror before tricking him into drawing the four sword. And for three; he was currently in the body of a cat.

It wasn’t too weird for him, though it was surprising. He could shapeshift at will, and he was pretty sure that applied to animals as well, though he hadn’t really tried it. This kinda just confirmed he could.

Besides, it would be easier to move around without being spotted or identified by people this way. He could figure out why he was even back in the first place. 

Stretching his limbs and forcing himself up, Shadow took a few tentative steps out of his hiding spot into the rest of the alley.

Only to immediately be met with a very familiar gasp from someone nearby.

He jumped and looked over.

Well shit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What? Already?? And Why did it have to be him???

Red looked at me from the bright lights of the city street, eyes shining like he had just spotted the best thing ever.

Oh wait, I'm a cat. Hylians love cats.

Oh no.

I start backing up, hoping I can pretend he didn’t see me, and he’ll get the hint and leave me alone.

No such luck.

Red entered the alley, probably not wanting to scare me off, and crouched down just within eyesight. Extending his hand slowly, there was a sent wafting from it.

“Hey there little guy! I don’t wanna hurt you. Do you want a treat?” He said in a soft tone, smiling like he was speaking to a child. Shadow hated it, but his ears did perk up at the word ‘treat’. 

I could feel my rumble weirdly, kinda like a hylian’s would when hungry, but quieter.

Well that was new.

I mean, what harm was there in a small snack? Besides, it was Red The day he hurt an animal on purpose was the day that pigs flew.

…

Not including Ganon.

Alright fine, I’ll give the treat thing a shot.

~~~~~~~~~

He moved forward slowly, fairly curtain cats don’t just openly trust a person giving them treats. Even if he did know Red pretty well, Red didn’t know that, so why would he act like they’ve been friends forever?

He sniffed at whatever was in Red’s hand. It smelled nice, like a sweet from a bakery. Glancing at his other hand, Red had a basket that he had set down (but still had his hand on) to give Shadow his full attention, and sitting on top was a cinnamon roll with a piece torn off from it.

Huh. How nice of him. It looked like Shadow got the first bite!

He nibbled on the baked good, but noticed Red move his hand away from the basket out of the corner of his eye.

“Don’t you dare.” He growled, though it came out as a low ‘rrrrrrrrrrhh’. 

Red’s and froze, and his hand went back to resting on the basket.

He seemed to be barely containing his excitement that Shadow (or in Red’s point of view, the adorable pretty floofy baby) was giving him the time of day despite clearly not trusting him.

Once the treat was done, Shadow sat down. Not really sure where to go from here.

Now what?

Red turned his rand over so that his knuckles were facing Shadow, and let his hand sit there in the air. He wasn’t really sure what the boy was doing, tilting his head in confusion.

Red made a noise somewhere between a squeak and a choking sound. Shadow looked up at him in confusion and mild concern, what kind of sound was that?

The crimson clad hero’s eyes were wide and bright, his basket hand (right hand) now over his mouth like he was trying to contain that odd sound that had come out of him. He looked like this whole event had made his week.

Eh, what the heck. Shadow did what he saw some cats do and rubbed his face on Red’s still outstretched hand, absolutely revelling in the funny sound of pure joy that escaped the other’s mouth.

“Uh Red, what are you doing?” A voice broke the moment, a voice that he really didn’t want to hear right now, an annoying voice. Blue stood at the entrance of the Alley.

Welp! Treat time with Red is over! Shadow thought as he jumped up and bolted away.

He didn’t at all whatsoever feel even the smidgest feel bad at the sound of disappointment Red made. Though he didn’t really have to as Red turned and chastised Blue for ‘scaring the pretty fluffy cat away when we were in the middle of becoming friends’.

Blue did look like he felt bad, but mostly just looked confused and mildly offended.

It was a funny look on him.

[lonesome-witching]

Drawing

This is the saddest thing I've ever written. I usually end with a happy ending or at least a hopeful one. This isn't that. This is pure angst.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

There was something wrong with Robin.

That was the only thing Nany knew. It was all she had been told.

You have to come over. There is something wrong with Robin.

It was all Steve would say. Despite the questions that tumbled out of Nancy’s mouth as she held the phone to her ear. He wouldn’t say what was wrong. Wouldn’t even say if it was something supernatural.

Just come over. Robin’s place. Now.

And so, Nancy had. She had jumped in her car and rushed to Robin’s place at a speed that really wasn’t legal. But Nancy had broken enough laws to save her friends and she didn’t mind breaking another. Not when her heart was beating this rapidly. She hated the uncertainty. She hated not knowing.

When she put the car in park, she took a deep breath and ran to the front door.

“She’s upstairs in her bed. We’re not entirely sure what is going on. She’s in pain and I’ve asked her if she wants to go to the hospital but she’s refusing. Maybe you can talk to her,” Steve rambled as Nancy walked in.

Robin was laying in her bed, covered with blankets and surrounded with pillows. She looked surprisingly small. Nancy could feel her heart sink. Even Robin’s smile as she saw Nancy wasn’t easing the feeling in her chest.

“Hi, Nance.” Robin coughed loudly, turning her head into one of the pillows next to her.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” Nancy shuffled into the room. She felt out of place. It crashed into her that she had never been in Robin’s bedroom before. She had never seen the movie posters on the wall. A Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, The Apartment, Psycho. Not entirely an unexpected selection. The non-movie posters were slightly more surprising. Although were they really? Should Nancy really be surprised of the messages Robin was declaring to herself? The posters of women, a poster advertising the 1981 women’s independent film festival, drawings she might have made herself of girls kissing.

“I have been better.”

Nancy waited for a ramble, an onslaught of words that would comfort her in the midst of the sight she was taking in. No words came. Nancy just stood there, staring at a drawing she could almost see herself in, because it was easier than staring at Robin.

“Maybe you should see a doctor?”

Robin didn’t speak until Nancy turned back towards her. Until their eyes met and she could read the sad expression that was captured in them. She shook her head. “It won’t help.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You like the drawing?” Robin pushed herself up slightly.

“Yeah, did you make that?” Nancy stepped towards the bed.

“I did.”

“I didn’t know you liked drawing.”

“It’s a nice outlet. Art helps people express themselves. It’s easier to hide behind drawings and movies and music than to talk about what I feel.”

Nancy reached for the blanket. She wanted to crawl into the bed with her. Lay there, hold het, protect her from whatever was hurting her.

“You should go to a doctor.”

“I’ve been to plenty.”

Nancy’s eyes shot up to her. It was bad news. She didn’t have to be a genius to figure that one out.

“I don’t want to die in a hospital room. This is more comfortable.”

“You’re not dying, Robin.” Nancy fell down on the edge of the bed. She suddenly craved to lay on top of Robin’s body. As if that would keep her with her. She’d restrain her body to keep her.

“I am.”

“You’re not allowed to die. I won’t let you.” She was starting to cry. She felt her heart breaking in her chest. She couldn’t lose her. She couldn’t lose anybody ever again.

“I’m afraid even you can’t stop this one, Nance.”

“I’ll get another doctor, or I’ll— I’ll make a deal with the devil if it helps.”

Robin reached out, placing her hand on Nancy’s arm and softly stroking up and down. “Do you think you could just stay with me instead?”

“I don’t want to give up on you.” Her voice sounded wet with emotion.

“You’re not giving up. You’re helping me.”

“It doesn’t feel like that. There has to be something else I can do. We did not come this far for you to die.”

“Nancy, please.” Robin’s hand was pulling at her now. Pulling her down. Nancy let her, laying down next to her and sobbing into her shoulder.

“Please don’t leave me.”

“You shouldn’t see it as leaving. I’m just— I’m just resting for the next battle.”

“I don’t think I can do this without you.”

“You can do anything, Nance.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do. You are the strongest person I’ve ever met. You’re an unstoppable force. I can’t impact that.”

Nancy’s hands wrapped themselves into Robin’s shirt under the blankets. “You overestimate me.”

Robin shook her head. “You overestimate me.” And then she pressed her lips against the crown of Nancy’s head.

-

Nancy looked at the room. The wall still covered with the same posters. The women, the movies, the drawings. The bed now empty. The window stood open, letting in the sunlight and fresh air.

Nancy wanted to close it. It was washing away the remnants of Robin’s sweat. Instead, she fell to her knees at the edge of Robin’s bed as if in prayer. Sobs tearing their way out of her body with a force she hadn’t imagined possible.

Steve sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and crying silently along with her.

It took several long minutes before Nancy’s body stopped shaking. Before she crawled back to her feet and walked to the drawing of the girl that looked like her. She reached for it, softly pulling it from the wall.

“Do you think her parents would mind?” She held up the drawing for Steve to see.

“I don’t think they’ll notice,” he said, sighing softly.

She pressed the drawing to her chest and closed her eyes. She would take up drawing herself, she decided. She would start drawing so she could draw Robin, so Robin would be with her everywhere she went. Deep in her heart she felt like she would be.

[stellareveriey]

My Positive Rambly Thoughts About The Our Wonderland Arc 5 Finale

(Spoilers for OW Arc 5,bad grammar,self-indulgent/personal thoughts -nothing crazy though!-)

Here are my thoughts on the Arc 5 Finale of Our Wonderland and the game as a whole! (This is long and very rambly as I was still processing everything that happened!)

the beginning of the end. I like the group of four’s interaction in the cabin. it was nice. poor iggy though,remembering what happened. gidget too (even though they caused it). gen and orlam remembered things too but were too caught up in arguing with each other lmao. good on gidget for breaking that up.

“don’t I…deserve to be warm?” yes! you absolutely do iggy! unfortunately I had to choose the neutral option since I think my game glitched out my progress and my affection was too low for everyone..(it’s fine I’ll make up for it later!) at least iggy realizes that he needs to focus on himself for once! good!

I can’t lie when the screen went dark and Iggy mentioned being wrapped in something hard,I thought it was because Bucks got him (I was wrong of course).

“good morning starshine! the earth says hello!” lmao I love genzou (/platonic).

I liked the shot of the door opening and everyone’s reaction to it. when I saw the monster I had no clue what it even was at first and denied the idea that it could be bucks out of bewilderment (oh how wrong I was…). “we don’t stay long after that.” yeah I wouldn’t either! genzou leaving his beanie as good luck was cute and bittersweet. not going to lie I was kinda frustrated when Iggy’s friends acted reluctant about Iggy having a weapon (he can’t have self defense?? and then he ended up saving them w/ a necklace anyway!).

the “defeat it” part caught me off guard (like a lot of things in this arc would/pos). the game is very good at creating a sense of dread! and then..there was that monster that I thought was crazy even for wonderland standards. the last way I thought arc 5 bucks would look,the monster design is incredible though and that roar is terrifying! the fight scene was very impressive! it’s cool how it’s so dynamic even just using sprites and effects! also THE OFW REFERENCE?! that’s awesome to see tied in the main game again!

Iggy’s hand being cut off while using the doll to reach bucks genuinely made me gasp (the sketchy artstyle of that scene looks nice though!). the screen going red after that is really effective for conveying pain and terror. the sight of his injured hand is brutal. seeing the flashback of the group as kids and bucks and Hunar being cute gave me the strongest emotional whiplash ever. i felt bad for Bucks getting called a monster by her friends,brothers,and even her husband later down the line. Her going from happy to miserable. Her saying she hates her life and breaking down.

“You’re not a monster,Bucks…So please just come home…” Her seeing Hunar in Iggy and hugging him was beautiful. And then…finding the tree. God. Saydie never deserved any of this. She was a baby. I can’t imagine how Carrot felt while drawing that,seeing it uncensored. That tree is the absolute worst. Iggy being seen as a vessel is so sad. Him getting his soul separated from his body was not something I expected at all.

The “Child Of Nihility” stage is my absolute favorite part of this arc and probably the entire game overall. It’s so bright and peaceful. Child Saydie is adorable. Seeing her reunite Iggy with his (younger) friends and himself was really heartwarming. I adore when a story has the main character talk with the younger version of themself in person. Side note: Child Genzou wishing he could see Iggy again was so sweet. The music starting up already made me emotional since I already recognized the song but the visuals and Saydie’s dialogue made even more so. Iggy breaking the 4th wall and making his own choice was remarkable!

Him cutting down the tree was both tragic and incredible. Seeing the creatures of Wonderland fade away too. Young Iggy’s wish of wanting his friends to be happy forever. Best animatic / cutscene in the whole game!

A younger Iggy seeing his childhood friends again in the forest felt like a fitting way for them to leave Wonderland behind. The Saydie doll speaking back and being kept makes me like she’s not fully gone which is bittersweet to me. This scene and the epilogue makes me think their lives got reset but I could be wrong.

The neutral end epilogue. Bucks and Hunar leaving their own wedding was funny and sweet. Good for them! Also Hunar is pretty in his dress! And the better reactions to things in childhood! Past Iggy apologizing for what he did! Letting Orlam sit with him! Being with Genzou in the hospital! It’s all so great! Everyone’s new futures too! Iggy even having a better connection with his friends and discovering himself! The epilogue even ends with a Our Cinderella tie in! I love it all! Beautiful!

Final thoughts. This arc and game was a emotional rollercoaster in the best way possible! Making me feel sadness,anger,joy,sympathy,and more! Everything is so well executed! Art,music,dialogue,story,all of it! I especially loved the animatic / cutscenes parts! Overall,this was an amazing way to end an amazing game. I’ve loved it since starting it in February 2023 to now :)! Through playing OW,I’ve even gotten my artistic motivation back and have been inspired to get back into storytelling/series making! For that,I thank you,Carrot! I hope to experience more of your work in the future (no pressure! you definitely deserve the break)! Have a great day and year! ❤️ @just-a-carrot

[climbthemountain2020]

Hope of Spring - Chapter 23

Also on Ao3! Chapter 22 here :)

BRING ME BACK, he roared, swinging his fists blindly, the sobs tearing from his throat and the panic overtaking his senses as he fought against Rhys and Azriel.

He fell to his knees. “Rhys, please.” He sobbed. “He’s going to kill her!” Rhys only dropped his head.

“She made me promise, Tamlin. We cannot go back.” Rhys had placed a shield around Tamlin, holding it tightly in place to prevent him winnowing as he slammed his fists against it.

“I’ll never forgive you for this! How could you? How will you live with yourself when she’s dead?” Tamlin screamed, his fists bloodying against the walls of the shield.

“It was the only way, Tamlin. She knew it. You know it.” He joined him within the shield to put his hand on Tamlin’s shoulder as he heaved.

“I didn’t say goodbye. She didn’t–” He could barely get the words out. He tugged on the bond, finding it still there, flaring with power.

Suddenly, Tamlin shot up from the ground, knocking the shield and nearly Rhys. “We have to go back.” He shouted, turning, wide-eyed.

“Tamlin, I already told you we–”

“No! The carranam. You read about the carranam!” Rhys straightened. “She has his power, but he can’t die. They’re evenly matched while she has it, so she needs more, right?”

Rhys was following, Tamlin could see the realization dawn on his face. “I can do this for her. She and I are mates. Our magic is compatible. You have to bring me back.”

Rhys hesitated. One second. Two.

“Tamlin, she will never forgive me if I bring you back.”

“And I will never forgive you if you don’t.” Tamlin held firm. “Please, Rhys. What if it were Feyre?”

Rhys closed his eyes, sighing. He knew Tamlin was right. He would rip the entire continent in half if it meant Feyre’s life or death. He looked across the killing fields. They weren’t losing, but they weren’t winning either. He could see Helion in his beast form in the distance, ripping into the flanks of the Hybern castoffs. To the other side of the lake, Eris’ beast form of a large black dragon shimmered in the heat of the flames Tilly threw off across the shores. They were still swamped on all sides.

If Tamlin were right, this could be the thing to turn the tide in their favor.

He hated to break a promise to her. He’d sworn he would uphold his end. But he could face her ire if it meant she was still here to give it to him.

“Okay.” Tamlin’s red-rimmed eyes shot up, filled with heartbreaking hope. “Okay, let’s go. Do you have a knife left to make the cut?” Tamlin nodded, and Rhys reached out a hand.

“I will never forget this, Rhys. Never.” The world warped around them, bringing them slamming back to the ground where they’d left only moments before.

Penny, still drenched in now-drying blood, was fighting with everything she had. She was throwing great swaths of dark power over her shoulders at the Death God, who was holding each blow with shields of the same dark magic. She looked exhausted–sweat running lines through the blood on her face, her armor half-ripped off her shoulder, and a deep gouge through her thigh. In that moment, she caught sight of them, her face a look of absolute horror as they saw her mouth no.

All it took was the single moment of distraction for Koeschi to find an in. His power lashed at her, striking her straight in the chest and flipping her backwards to the ground, chest smoking with the hit. Fuck. Tamlin was running to her, and without thinking twice, Rhys launched in to draw his blade against Koeschi.

Tamlin raced to turn Penny over, holding her in his arms. She looked up at him, crushing fear and relief both present in her eyes.

“You weren’t supposed to be here.” She whispered, her voice cracking.

“I couldn’t leave. I can’t believe you thought I would leave.” He said. Penny laughed, tears squeezing out of her closed eyes.

“I can’t beat him. I can’t break the box.” She started to cry in earnest. “I thought I could win. I needed there to be a way for us to win.”

“There might still be.” She lifted her eyes to his. “Do you remember when Rhys found the passage about the carranam?” As with everything else, Penny knew what Tamlin intended immediately.

“Are you sure?” She asked him, tentatively.

“Yes, I am sure. Take my power and destroy the box. I know you can do it.” He pulled out the dagger from his side sheath and slid it across his palm, holding it out to her. She grabbed it and slid it through hers, immediately pressing their hands together. The power hit her with a force so unlike Koeschi’s that its softness startled her. It was a deep breath of rushing wind, a fast river of warm water, a deluge of rain over hot skin. Her power recognized this one, and it held it close. This power felt limitless, felt ancient, felt eternal.

She winnowed with Tamlin, grabbed at Koeschi while he fought mercilessly against Rhys, let his horrid power fill her again, and brought her focus to the box. They joined hands once more, and he stood behind her, holding her to him. She held tightly to the threads of Koeschi’s magic, amplified by the addition of Tamlin’s, and filtered every remaining part of herself into the box. She screamed as the strength of it barrelled through her, worried that she would give it everything and still, it would not be enough.

But then, a crack formed. Then another. Lit from within, the box began to shatter, like glass breaking. From behind her, she could hear Tamlin as he spoke into her ear.

“You’re almost there. I love you. I know you can do it. I’m so glad I met you, Penny. I’m so glad you fell into my manor. I love you.”

With a final dig into her power that left her staggering and breathless, she shoved the last bit of her magic into the box and collapsed as it exploded into a million fractals of light. That light, as though forced into a vacuum, disappeared as dark waves of black rushed from the box in violent waves.

RHYS NOW. She mentally pushed towards him, the words too difficult anywhere outside of her mind, and hoped to gods he’d heard.

The sword Rhys held arced through the air, cutting straight through Koeschi’s neck. Before his head even had a chance to hit the ground, the Death God’s body began to disintegrate into ash, floating on a cold breeze as if it had never existed at all. His head followed suit until he was nothing more than dust on the wind, leaving behind only a shattered box, now a broken, empty shell.

The rattle of power rippled over the battlefield, knocking some of the humans to the ground. In the distance, the castle on the lake began to collapse on itself. The humans began to surrender, and what remained of Hybern’s armies attempted to flee.

Rhys fell to his knees, exhaustion settling over him, horror overcoming his features as he looked towards Penny. She could barely make it off the ground. Since she’d fallen into Spring, she’d never felt so weak. Even after her last burnout, she could still feel the bond gently thrumming through her. Now, she felt so empty it was like her bones had hollowed out. She reached to Tamlin’s hand, made to pull them both up, then faltered.

She realized, then, why she felt so empty.

Tamlin’s eyes stared, unseeing, towards the gray skies.

Choking, she pulled at the bond to find nothing at all, not even something to grasp.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t get the air in. She fell next to him, fingers shaking and running over his jaw, his face covered in dirt and blood. She blinked. Blinked again. Like her body and her mind couldn’t reconcile and connect what she was seeing and feeling and understanding.

Then she began screaming.

It was the worst sound Rhys had ever heard. He was distantly aware of people beginning to gather, drawn by the sound of Penny wailing.

No no no no.

Rhys knew she’d never forgive him. She might even kill him herself for allowing this. Even trying to block her out, her mental shields were so shattered in her grief that she was practically shrieking her anguish into his mind. He felt another kind of pain, this one through his own bond, and he knew Feyre had arrived. Of all people, his mate knew this pain, could recognize that horrid, feral screaming that accompanied only the emptiness that could come with the cleaving of a bond.

Perhaps they could resurrect him the way they had when he’d died reforging the cauldron. Perhaps they could find some way to bridge that immortal leap where his soul had already departed and yank him back. Feyre had had the same thought, already gathering the High Lords. He saw them gathering, and realized in that moment that Varian was stepping up, glowing faintly. Tarquin didn’t make it, Feyre whispered sadly into his mind. Cauldron save us all.

Then, in a moment of truly horrendous timing, Penny herself began to glow. The magic was choosing her as she gripped and shook the corpse of her mate. She had been chosen as the High Lady of Spring, proven worthy on the battlefield, no doubt. She panted, hyperventilating as the power coursed up her body.

“No.” She moaned. “No! I don’t want it,” she wailed, shaking her hands as though to dispel the magic elsewhere as she threw her head down on Tamlin’s motionless chest. “I don’t want it if you’re not here.” Her sobs broke something deep and fundamental within Rhys. He could hear Feyre gathering the High Lords still, pulling them all forward, explaining the intent. It didn’t take much. They wouldn’t even need to throw the spark this time, simply touching Penny’s shoulders should do. Rhys understood that if it didn’t work, if his soul was already too far gone, the damage would be irreparable. She would not be coming back from this. She had intended to die today, and if Tamlin were gone, well, all the more motivation for her.

Six High Lords gathered around a new High Lady, the picture of grief. I don’t know if this is going to work, Rhys. She can’t feel the bond anymore. Rhys sighed, his eyes burning, grasping for Feyre’s hand. “We will do everything we can.” They stepped forward, all ready to lend their power to Penny to save him. Tamlin had given all of himself to save them; he and Penny both had. The ultimate sacrifice.

The power flowed through Penny as the bridge of power built, her sobs still wracking her body as she pushed the light into his chest.

“Please, Tam. Please.” She gasped, gripping the tunic beneath his armor like it was her only remaining tether to this planet. “Please, I can’t do this without you,” she whispered. “Don’t leave me here.”

The light guttered out, and so did their hope.

The silence stretched across the battlefield, as Penny stared at some undefined spot in the distance, eyes glazed, breath shallow, swaying.

“Rhys.” Feyre said beside him. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.

It hadn’t worked.

“Rhys.” Feyre nudged again, and he saw what she did. Penny was shifting, unconsciously, flowing through various attributes. The wind began to kick up around her as her breaths became deep, heaving pants. “Rhys, she isn’t in control of her powers. She's going to hurt herself.” Penny’s armor cracked as she shifted into a great beast entirely, the new High Lady of Spring, but the roar from her chest was broken, anguished. She bellowed her grief, then collapsed, a low whine coming from her.

Rhys looked up to find Nesta sobbing into Cassian’s bandaged chest. Emerie, Mor, and Gwyn, though injured, were crying too. Rhys could feel the devastation ripping through his mate.

“You need to knock her out, Rhys. Now.” It was Azriel, limping to his side. “She’s going to hurt herself. We need to get her back to Spring. She can mourn him after she’s rested.” Rhys couldn’t swallow the knot in his throat. They had just begun to repair the rift, and now Tamlin was gone. Gone. How would he ever be able to look Penny in the eye again? He’d promised her. She started writhing on the ground, still rapidly blinking back and forth between forms.

“Rhys.” Azriel growled.

With a twist of his hand, the beast fell still, slowly morphing back into just Penny, draped over Tamlin one last time.

“She’s never going to forgive me.” Rhys realized he’d been crying.

“We can cast a preservation spell. We can give her time to properly say goodbye, but we need to get her back to Spring. We need to let her rest.”

Azriel went to grab Penny, having to slowly pry her fingers from where they were twisted in Tamlin’s shirt–one last desperate grab to bring him back to her. “Have someone bring him back to Spring and I will take care of it now. Do the debrief, and then bring everyone back to Spring that needs to be there. Gwyn and I will be waiting there with Penny.” He nodded to Gwyn and she joined him, her hand on his arm.

With a last nod to Rhys, they winnowed Penny back home.

[ly-art]

Chapter 24—A Dangerous Agreement (this time Solas is on the waiting bench lol)

Even though I'm sick with a cold, I managed to finish my newest Solavellan chapter. Solas is still unconscious so this time it's only Amatisha. She and another character finally face off, (kinda) and the consequences will only be revealed in the next chapter (I think?). As always here's a little snippet from the chapter!

They entered Bull’s tent, and there she was—Silassan, tied up and gagged, her rose-colored eyes gleaming with defiance. The sight of her, like a captured animal, sent a ripple of unease through Amatisha. Silassan’s eyes reminded her of something precious, yet here she was, restrained like a prisoner ready for interrogation. Amatisha folded her arms across her chest, her gaze flicking to Bull with a raised eyebrow. "Was this really necessary? She looks like she's about to be executed." Bull nodded gravely. "It was. Trust me, Boss, I know what I’m doing." His voice carried no trace of his usual joking tone, and Amatisha knew she had to trust him. But as she studied Silassan’s face, something flickered in those wild, rebellious eyes—confusion. The realization hit Amatisha like a punch to the gut. *She wasn’t expecting me. She was expecting Solas.* Her breath hitched at the thought, but she masked it quickly, crouching down to meet Silassan at eye level. Bull stood behind her, his massive figure looming like a protective shadow. "I’m going to remove the gag," Amatisha said, her tone calm but firm. "And I’d strongly advise you not to scream. Drawing attention isn't going to help you." Silassan’s gaze blazed with fury, but her expression remained impassive. Amatisha removed the gag, only to have Silassan spit directly into her face. Amatisha blinked in shock but didn’t react, wiping the spit away with the back of her arm. "*Really? Spitting? Wow,*" she said with a calm that even surprised herself. "You really must hate me." She felt strangely detached, almost bored by the insult, as if the act of aggression had no impact on her whatsoever. Under different circumstances, she might have retaliated, cursed, or lashed out. But right now, it was like watching a scene unfold through a thick pane of glass. Instead, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Let’s skip the bullshit. You’re here because you're hiding something, and I need to know what that is. But first, let's start with this: *Why did you try to kill Bull?*" Silassan remained silent, not even the flicker of a blink betraying her thoughts. Amatisha sighed internally. She knew the truth—the elf wouldn't break. But she gave it a shot anyway, taking a few pages from Leliana’s playbook. "I already know why. Bull filled me in on your little conversation with Solas." Nothing. Not a twitch, not a blink. Amatisha smiled, a cold, calculated gesture. Of course there wouldn’t be a reaction. “You’re a disgrace to the Elvhen. Go ahead, kill me if you must, but don’t expect me to say a word. I will not break,” Silassan finally hissed, her voice as cold as the frost biting at dawn. Amatisha cocked her head, watching her closely. “Do you really think I’ll torture you? Or is it because you acted alone when you tried to kill Bull—knowing damn well if he survived, it would lead back to Solas? Whatever you are to him—friend, family, or something else—Solas wouldn’t want that kind of attention. That's probably why he's kept you hidden, right? He seemed pretty pissed with you in that forest. Did you join the Inquisition just to watch *him*? I could ask him when he wakes up. I'm sure he'll love hearing, right after nearly dying, that you tried to kill one of his companions and failed. Guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

[kill-the-feels]

youth

a/n: hey y’all! we’re getting close to the end. this chapter has minimal Jango content, but i’ll make up for it, i promise <3 (previous part) (masterlist)

word count: ~3.2k

warnings: this one is pretty heavy on injury descriptions. If those bother you, maybe stop reading after the flashback and skip to the last section of this chapter. i’ll put a brief summary at the end of the chapter so you don’t miss anything. take care of yourselves! <3

Boba, you have a sudden, sinking realization, is young.

So young.

And you wonder what kind of damage this will do to him, to see such a massacre in his formative years. Not only is he watching his father, his buir, being taken from him, but he’s also watching such senseless killing between the Jedi, the droids, and all those men in masks, their armor just close enough to Jango’s that you know he had something to do with it all.

And in that moment, you don’t know who you hate the most:

The Jedi, for letting this happen? The Separatists, for crafting such a scheme? Or maybe even Jango, for getting involved?

All you know is you feel such a deep, burning rage, as you look out over the carnage, even as you snatch Boba towards you, holding tight as he tries to wriggle away, tries to join the battle. You gasp for breath, the dirt of the planet rising up in clouds from the battle, the haze in the air stinging your eyes.

Boba grits his teeth, his fist clenched like he’s ready to take on the world, save his buir.

And he’s young.

So young. ~~~ Boba is perhaps four, and Jango has been gone on a mission for the better part of a weekly rotation. It’s the longest he’s been away in some time, in the aftermath of that ill-fated last trip to Tatooine, finally convinced you’re not going to break. You and Boba are getting along nicely. You’ve managed to keep Boba busy with drawing, playing, and exploring, a far cry from the early days.

Boba is laying on his stomach, his creatures lined up in front of him, while he pretends to save them from an inhumane zoo. You’re noticing more and more the way in which he tries to be the savior, his tender heart something you want to protect as long as you can.

The door beeps, signaling Jango’s arrival, and Boba immediately throws himself off the floor, dragging Ai-Ai by his tail along with him.

When Boba throws his arms around Jango’s knees, he crouches, hugging his son tightly. You watch with a smile, and Jango glances up at you, a soft smile forming on his own face.

He winces a little as he stands, taking Boba’s hand and listening to the boy chatter about everything you’ve done, and you see the dark stain blooming on the side of his flight suit, in the gap between armor plates, intended for better movement.

“What happened?” you ask, interrupting Boba, who sticks his thumb in his mouth with a frown. Together, the three of you move towards the kitchen.

Jango tries to wave you off, but the grimaces instead. Carefully, he lets you and Boba help him peel the armor off, to ease the flight suit down to his hips.

It’s a nasty scrape, like he’s been grazed by a blaster shot, the mark one that has to hurt him every time he moves, but he says nothing.

“I’ll get the bacta!” Boba yells, already running away, familiar with where you keep the kit, from all the scraped knees you’ve treated.

Jango snorts, bracing his hands on the counter. Boba comes running back, holding the bacta and trailing bandages, with Ai-Ai tucked under his arm. He hands you the supplies, then passes Ai-Ai to Jango.

“Here,” Boba says. Jango looks down at him, and you tilt your head. Boba never lets the stuffed toy out of his sight. Never. The one time you tried to wash it, he howled like he was being tortured until you relented and resolved not to get close enough to smell it.

“What’s this for?” Jango asks, glancing back at you. You shake your head softly, not sure either.

“To hold onto while Buir fixes the scrapes. It’s going to sting! But Ai-Ai makes it feel better.” Your heart melts, and you watch as Boba extends his hand to Jango’s other hand.

“And you can hold my hand. That’s what Buir does when she fixes my scrapes.” There’s a funny look on Jango’s face, as he glances up at the ceiling, almost like he’s fighting some surge of emotions.

He’s not used to help, you realize. He’s used to fixing all this on his own. Gently, you dab the bacta over his side, careful not to press too hard. He breathes in and out slowly, seemingly unaffected by the feel of it. Boba winces for him, making faces and quiet squeals, the same way he does when you treat his injuries.

Only once you’ve placed the bandage on does Boba let go of Jango’s hand and circle to the hurt side, inspecting your work.

Then he promptly snatches Ai-Ai away, and runs back to his room.

Jango stares at him for another beat, before the two of you burst out laughing.

It subsides when he reaches for you, tugging you against him and cupping your face.

“Hi,” he says softly, kissing you gently.

“Welcome home,” you say, leaning into him. Neither of you say those three little words, the ones that make the planet feel like it’s slipping off its axis.

It’s just understood, in the way he looks at you, the way you smile up at him. ~~~ Neither you nor Boba cries. You’re not sure if the numbness will subside later; if, once the shock wears off, you’ll be hit with a wave of emotions that rivals the stormy waves on Kamino.

Or if you were so sure he wouldn’t make it off Geonosis, that your mind has already accepted he was a dead man walking, and reality is only now just catching up.

It doesn’t matter, you decide. Not feeling anything is the only thing keeping you standing right now, arm wrapped around Boba to keep him from plunging into the battle, so you lose not just Jango, but Boba too. He stops fighting you, holding onto your arm instead, like he can’t stand on his own.

And as you stare down at the dust, all you can think of is that day he came back home. All the times he came back home.

And now he won’t. But does it even matter, because is there even a home to go back to? ~~~ After the battle, the two of you slowly emerge. Bodies lay strewn in the field, the Jedi uncaring for two quiet civilians, picking their way past the fallen Geonosians and battle droids. You watch the men in white armor lead the operations, blisteringly effective as they start the clean up. Forcing your eyes away, you duck your head, scanning the carnage — so many people, gone — looking for one man among many.

There, in the dust, is the glint of the armor, the helmet a few feet away.

Boba shudders beside you, and it takes all your strength to keep walking forward. You have to look. Have to figure out how to get him out of here, so you can say goodbye properly. You promised.

You feel exposed, here in the bowl of the arena, despite the fact that no one is paying attention to you. Every heartbeat sounds like it’s been amplified, vibrating against your skin, making you stick to your stomach, unable to catch your breath like you’ve just run a race.

Your feet stumble over the last stretch, able to see the odd way Jango’s body is sprawled, one leg slightly bent, like he’s taking the most uncomfortable nap.

Boba inhales sharply and turns away, going instead for the helmet, kneeling and pressing his forehead to the cold metal.

You look down at the body of the man before you. Now that you’re here, you can’t tear your eyes away.

He’s missing his right hand, a blackened stump all that’s left. You swallow the rising bile at the back of your throat, threatening to make you lose what little you’ve eaten. Even though every part of you wants to look away, you can’t. You promised. You can do this for him.

There’s a blackened hole just off-center of his armor, where a lucky blaster shot must have caught him. Once, he explained to you that his armor was not as strong as other Mandalorian armor. A gift from the man who raised him, it’s a durasteel-beskar hybrid, true beskar rare and hard to come by. It never bothered him, because someone would have to be in incredibly close range to do any real damage, and they would have to find a weak spot in the armor.

Ironic, then, that there’s apparently a weak spot just to the left of his heart.

Your gaze drifts further up, to his face, noting the awful way his head is tilted.

There’s a nasty burn on the side of his neck, the fringes bloody and ragged, as if nearly cut by something, but stopped at the last second.

You bite your lip, kneeling beside him, taking his good hand.

“Jango,” you whisper, voice cracking on the second syllable.

Boba drops to his knees beside you, holding the helmet tightly. Around you, the world fades out, the figures moving just a part of the noise.

One last time, you lay your head on his chest, careful not to touch any of his wounds. You can feel them coming, the tears, and you need to pull yourself together for Boba. Give me strength, you will him.

And you hear it.

The ragged breath.

Slowly, not daring to get your hopes up, you sit up. Lean over his mouth and nose, holding your own breath. Waiting.

“Buir?” Boba asks you. You shake your head. You don’t dare tell him what you suspect. Not until you’re sure.

There.

Another ragged breath, catching and dragging in the worst way.

He’s still alive.

“Boba,” you say softly. “We have to move him. Gently. Get him back to the ship. Get him some help.”

“Is he-” You shake your head, cutting Boba off, who nods with sudden understanding. As far as the galaxy is concerned, Jango Fett is dead.

But that’s not quite true. ~~~ It takes you and Boba way longer than you’d like to haul Jango back to the ship. He’s a shorter man, but he’s got plenty of muscle and build, and the ship is a long ways away.

Boba helps, with you tossing him over your shoulders, wincing when it jostles his wounds, and Boba trying to keep him balanced, corralling his arms and feet. Tapping into a strength you didn’t know you had, you take it one step at a time, refusing to let go, unwilling to consider leaving him now that you know there’s a chance, no matter how slight.

By the time you reach the ramp, you’re sweaty and covered in dirt, arms burning as you settle Jango flat in the cargo bay, calling for Boba to grab the medkit.

Together, the both of you pry the amor off, tossing pieces in the corner as you cut through the flight suit.

The medkit’s woefully lacking, armed only with packets of bacta you rip open with your teeth, gagging on the taste and trying to spread it over the worst of the wounds.

But the burn on his neck and the blastershot in his chest are deep and require more than the surface level patching can provide.

“We have to get him help,” Boba says as your fingers brush over the old scar of the scrapes you patched up years ago.

“I know,” you say, ripping open a fresh bandage as new blood starts oozing from the chest wound. His hand’s been bandaged, the skin still charred and blackened — not much you can do for it.

“Where do we go?” Boba asks, helping you lift Jango so you can get a look at his back. There’s no exit wound. Which means the shot settled in his chest, slowly but surely tearing away at his insides, burning everything in there the same way the saber burned the neck and hand.

“Fuck,” you whisper. You’re losing the ability to think rationally; all you know is you need to do something.

“Buir,” Boba says again. “What do we do?” You close your eyes, taking precious time to think.

“Okay. We can’t go to Kamino.” That was your first thought — who better to help than the very people who perfected the best of Jango’s DNA? But the price they might ask is too great. They’ll want Boba, with his DNA, to pick up where Jango left off. They might not even save him, instead cutting their losses while you deliver Boba to them on a platter.

No. Not Kamino.

Coruscant is another option, a large planet that you’ve never personally visited, but have heard Jango talk about, with tons of people. Easy to blend in, but also the haven for the Jedi, and maybe too big to feasibly find what you need in time.

There’s another option, staring you in the face, but your mind refuses to consider it.

Tatooine.

Even though you promised Jango you wouldn’t go back there, at the same time, it makes sense. Gardulla’s got connections. She hates the Jedi on principle. And credits are the biggest motivator for her, something Jango’s managed to stash away.

“Tatooine,” you tell Boba. “Go get the ship ready.” He pauses, looking at you hard, as if trying to gauge your motivations.

“Boba,” you command, “the ship.” He scrambles away and you puff out a breath.

Fuck. Okay. Tatooine.

You’ll have to get your demands straight before you go in there. Decide what you can part with. Boba won’t go with you. Nor Jango. Just you. Asking for help. You close your eyes.

From fucking Gardulla.

The only way Jango survives this is a bacta tank, something you’re sure she can get her slimy tentacle on, if she hasn’t already. Credits aren’t much of an objection — Jango has a nice nest egg saved up — so you can afford to bid higher than it’d normally cost.

You can buy her silence too, add some incentive by offering some of Jango’s precious weapon stock, including some of the fancy, rare weapons from Kamino. Maker knows Jango won’t want them. If he survives.

You feel the rumble of the ship as the thrusters fire.

“Hang on,” Boba calls down, and the ship lifts, a little more jerky than Jango’s piloting but still fluidly heading into atmo. You swallow a burst of pride in Boba.

For Jango, you do your best to get him patched up in a way that will hold for now, his breathing still much too shallow, but more regular in cycle than it has been.

Small victories.

Once he’s stable, you set about finding his stash of credits on the ship, and determining which weapons you can part with before heading up to the cockpit with Boba, so you can direct him on where to land the ship. ~~~ When you leave hyperspace, your stomach drops with the familiar sensation as you stare out at the yellow planet. Boba flies over the barren landscape, gazing down at the pockets of civilization mixed in with the deserts that cover the planet.

As he starts the landing process, you feel your heart rate speed up. You have to do this. There is no turning back.

“Okay,” you say to him, as he follows you down into the cargo bay. “You’re going to stay here and keep an eye on things. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” You start for the door, and Boba grabs your hand.

“Wait!” he says. You fight the urge to tug away — you need to go before you lose your nerve.

“What?” He gestures to the armor piled in the corner.

“You should wear that.” You raise an eyebrow at him. That’s… Jango’s. One day it’ll be Boba’s. Not yours.

“I can’t do that,” you say, shaking your head. But he tugs you back, insistent.

“Think, Buir. Be smart. He’d want you to be protected, wherever you’re going. And he’s not here to do it.” In this moment, Boba is so much like Jango, it hurts. Only, where Jango has always been so carful to keep the fear hidden, it’s all over Boba’s face, no matter how brave he’s trying to be. You relent.

“Okay, but you’ll have to help me get it on.” It gives him something to do, lets him help, even in this small way. Together, the two of you work to fit the pieces over your clothes, working the straps together, the pieces falling in place easily thanks to their age and the practiced use from Jango.

The chest piece still has the blaster shot — it’ll have to be repaired — and the helmet has a dent you didn’t notice before, but with some arranging of an extra utility belt, the hole is covered, and the dent just serves to make it look more menacing.

Boba hands you Jango’s blasters, and you hesitate.

“I don’t know how to use those,” you say, “Not really, at least.” Boba nods sagely.

“It’s for show. Buir told me half of being a bounty hunter is being intimidating.” You smile softly. It’s such a Jango thing to say.

In another bag, you pile a few extra blasters, topping it off with the very saberdart and its straw that nearly got you all killed. Your down payment of credits goes in a second, smaller one. You won’t take all the credits; that would just be stupid. But you will take enough to show Gardulla you mean business.

“Keep an eye out for stuff that looks shady. If it gets too dangerous, I want you to take off. Don’t worry about me,” you tell him, echoing Jango’s own directive from before.

You can tell he wants to protest, with the way he shifts back on his heels, looking away, until his eyes focus on Jango, and he looks back at you, with a resigned sigh.

“Are we going to be alright?” Boba asks, voice barely a whisper, and it tears at something in your chest, until you feel like there’s a matching blaster bolt settled there.

You want to lie to him, give him hope that you honestly can’t muster.

But to do so would be an insult to his intelligence, and it reminds you too much of Jango lying to you, the frustration you felt.

So you tell him the truth.

“I don’t know,” you answer honestly, “but we’re going to try.” You open your arms and he darts for you, wrapping his arms around your middle in a fierce hug, squeezing tight. You fold over top of him, resting your chin in the crook of his neck, holding the back of his head.

Young, your mind echoes. He’s so young.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

If you skipped ahead, Reader and Boba find Jango after the battle and realize he’s still alive — barely. They need to get him some help, so they patch him up as best they can and decide to head to Tatooine, to barter with Gardulla for a bacta tank to heal him since Kamino isn’t an option — they might want Boba in exchange for Jango.

[larcenywrites]

i miss ur writing :(

no pressure tho, you do you babes 😘

You know I do to. I mean, it’s gotten better in the sense of: I do start writing things now and have a little more motivation and energy, but while it’s a long story, I think college has taken a humongous toll on my mental health. I’ll be honest, I fucking hate my major, and it’s been slowly sucking the life out of me because it’s made me hate school, I have no passion for it, and it gives me no sense of purpose. I’m hardly good at it, and I’m tired of scraping through classes I don’t care about and barely passing everytime because I’m really not good at it! I always wanted an English degree, and my dad kept bullying me out of it, as did a lot of people, and at first I was good at it! I enjoyed the textbook stuff and the law stuff! I used to love school and learning, but now it’s made everything feel like a stressor and a chore. It’s really made me lose sight of a lot of things I used to love, and all because of what? I even used to love writing essays for my classes, but now it just feels so awful! And I hate it :( I believe I’ll take a break next semester, or at the very least only take a class or two for an English major to test the waters, and in the meantime, I hope that getting my current classes over with (whether I pass them or not) will help me just relax for a while and not feel so anxious by just opening up my laptop :( it’s really been a struggle lol. Like I know it sounds dramatic, but I’ve been dealing with this for nearly two years and it’s slowly gotten worse and I should’ve noticed it sooner and just chose to ignore it :/ but I also figured I’d come this far into this degree so I might as well keep going? Like that’s just more time and money yk? so yeah my mental health is like super shot 😔 I used to paint and draw and spend more time with my friends, and I used to write 1,000+ words a day! And I used to love school and had a great work/life balance and schedule! So like, trust me, I miss it too :( and I want to write again because it’s truly almost all I do think about! And I hate that I’ve left you guys hanging for so long, and honestly it has me paranoid that like, what if the next time I write again it’s bad? Because I haven’t written in so long? Idk, sorry for ranting, but- it’s my blog I can complain if I want 😌

[infiniteorangethethird]

bit lazier than some previous ones but I suppose that's fitting given the scene heh

(first / previous)

The mouth of the cave they chose as their resting spot rose above the forest, the moonlight reflecting off the leaves as they waved in the wind giving the impression of a vast ocean. A soothing sight, accompanied by the soothing sound of said breeze and the quiet crackling of fire Rowena made when the sun finally set.

Lucy pulled the hood of her sweater over her head. It was relatively warm for a winter night, which only served to remind her it wasn’t winter anymore.

“You can come into the cave if you’re cold, you know. It’s safe here. I checked.”

At the corner of her vision Rowena came to stand next to her, no doubt studying the second moon hanging in the sky among the far too many and far too bright stars. They waited like that for a few moments, contemplating the events of the day in silence.

“I kind of owe you an apology, don’t I?”

Lucy resisted the urge to give Rowena a pointedly confused look. She stuck with a pretend-careless remark instead. “Ya think?”

Rowena chuckled humorlessly. “First flights do tend to be pretty messy, if that’s what you’re worried about. You didn’t get special treatment.”

Lucy pulled her knees to her chest, burying her face in her arm and tracing scribbles into the dirt with her free hand. She hated emotional peptalks and she hated when strangers pretended to know her thoughts.

“I don’t suppose other people get dragged into their childhood classics for the experience. Or get chased to the death by unhinged medieval knights.”

Rowena’s sigh was dragged as if she was buying herself time to construct her next words.

“Look, I can’t apologize for us ending up here, because quite frankly, this is as weird to me as to you.” She settled down, one leg supporting her elbow and the other over the ledge of their little hideout. “But… you know, when I said I had training, I was saying the truth. Not just fighting but proper warrior training – stuff like surviving in the wilderness, being resourceful and basic healing techniques, all that sort of stuff. And I- I guess I’ve spent so much time around my kind, around willars who were familiar with living in unfamiliar environments- I never stopped to consider how all this might affect you, a human.”

Lucy finally dignified her companion with a look. Rowena’s eyes were fixed on the canopy stretched out in front of them, but her mind was clearly somewhere else.

“I always thought willars were more fragile, with our bones being hollow and whatnot,” she continued solemnly. “All your worries about food and getting lost and never returning home- I thought you were just saying those to annoy me. But you weren’t, were you? These things are very real problems for beings without magic, without the ability to just solve issues at the snap of your fingers.”

“Good job on noticing,” Lucy grunted. “If this is supposed to be an apology, you’re very shitty at it.”

Rowena bit her lip and Lucy turned back to her drawings.

“Well, I’m still sorry. And I’ll try to be better about it for the upcoming times.”

Lucy didn’t make any move to acknowledge the apology. It really didn’t matter whether Rowena’s intentions were genuine or not. Either way Lucy was stuck being dependent on her skills and abilities, and her best shot was to make sure their relationship was the least antagonistic as possible.

Seeing her lack of reaction, Rowena thankfully dropped the subject. There was nothing worse than someone forcing to act remorseful for the sake of someone who really couldn’t care for it. Even if it was probably the first time anyone went out of their way to admit their shortcomings to Lucy in such a way.

Anyone besides Leo, in any case.

Lucy squeezed her eyes shut to ease the sting of tears. Probably just the exhaustion.

Still, better to change the subject just to be safe.

“What does it feel like?” she blurted out.

“Hm?”

“To fly, I mean.”

If Rowena found the question strange, she didn’t show. “What, couldn’t get enough of the branches in your face?”

So much for trying to make conversation. “I assumed real actual flight doesn’t involve slamming head-first into trees, but who am I to judge.”

Rowena hummed, amused at the image. “It’s pretty good,” she replied. “Kind of like running. Except it’s a lot faster and if you stop you’ll have a lot farther to fall to the ground.”

“You have a strange definition of good.”

“I was exaggerating, you dummy,” she gently smacked Lucy with her wing. “Once you get the hang of it, you don’t really think about what could potentially go wrong. It’s just you and the endless skies and sometimes idiotic birds fly into you but that’s pretty rare.”

Lucy tilted her head up, trying to imagine the feeling. The wind blowing around you as you speed through the air, not bound by gravity and the two dimensions of a life on the ground. Must be a freeing experience.

She didn’t have to look to know Rowena was studying her. “You really wanna go for another round, don’t ya?”

Lucy shrugged, feigning indifference. “If this world is like the books, then our best opportunity would be riding dragons that try to eat you alive, and I’m most definitely not trusting you to lift me off the ground ever again.”

“Whatever you say,” Rowena snorted, before getting up and dusting off her pants. “Anyway, I think we should both rest. Humans need sleep every night as far as I’m aware, and I gotta ensure your claw marks don’t become a permanent disfigurement on my back.”

“It’s not like you don’t deserve them,” Lucy shot back, but still let herself be hoisted to her feet by Rowena’s helping hand. She was tired, after all, so there was no point in refusing the aid.

Maybe when she’ll wake up tomorrow, this will all have been nothing but a bad dream.

[brittlebonesguy]

12,13,finale,reunion

i hate robert’s flavor of deep voice. it’s grating to listen to. happy kathy won and not robert. not sure i like her son though.... the answer is yes kathy. you need to be a duo with rob because that is the only way to get to the final 2. the other duos are way too close. i think my favorite part of older survivor is that the people at the bottom of the alliances realize that they are in a terrible position and flip when they have to. people are way too passive in recent seasons it annoys me. there’s nothing i hate more than majority alliances picking off people one by one. its so boring. this season had that beginnings of that multiple times and then it just gets snipped in the bud. i love it. i do like kathy so if neleh has to go this episode so be it. in fact i welcome it. thank CHRIST neleh lost. out of the three duos in the game i like paschal and neleh the least just because. kathy....you’re fucked. so i’m hoping the v and sean duo survives but that will rest solely on who wins immunity and how kathy, the new swing vote, votes. 

i hope neleh wins this reward challenge since it’s the car one. and the myth does say if you win a car, you won’t win the show. sean......im so sorry but you aren’t winning the show after getting that car. rip. if i were the flip vote i’d side with v and sean because i feel like there’s a chance of separating them, but definitely not pachal and neleh. pachal it’s survivor everyone has an agenda. also not loving how he’s talking... and neleh and pashal say they have a “relationahip” but never say alliance. but when v and sean say the same thing they’re....deceiving you? in any case kathy’s best chance is with sean and v so i hope she goes full throttle with them. how does someone drop something every season when they do this challenge its amazing really. yessss kathyyyyy!! dropped her shit and still won. okay but sean is literally right. kathy.....dumb decision. oddly enough i’ll miss you sean.

 i need v to win immunity pronto. and NO KATHY you didn’t make right decision. anyway i hope v wins. omg!!!! v wins and her and kathy are gonna create an alliance to get to the final 2 together. please don’t let me down. please be serious you two. GOD YES i’ve missed pulling rocks im so happy it’s finally happening. and paschal who had no votes goes home. god i love drawing rocks. and just like that the universe said all women final 3. ideal situation for me really. final 2 v and kathy?👀 damn jeff....you’re just gonna say whatever now. nooooo i know neleh is gonna win. v whyy. you know what i’m fine with this final two and v get’s some money anyway (neleh is absolutely going to win, especially after seeing john’s reaction to v making a deal against kathy with neleh). not to be mean but i hate neleh’s “oh my heck” i really do. not them both thinking taking v/neleh to the final two i have a better shot. girlies only one of you is right. i’m glad you support women zoe love that for you and i too love an all women final. fuck offffff robert we know you don’t want a woman to win especially against you......a man who’s won one challenge. you’re a terrifying sight to behold.... john ajdhksjbskdb my god so righteous. there’s so much god talk this season damn. jesus tammy ajdsdsh lay INTO them. you know it’s funny that v and neleh wanted to play the game differently aka ethically and without lying because season 2 they was a lot less lying and more camaraderie than this season. the one that comes to mind is gina being voted out right after kathy, paschal and neleh all said we’re a family and we don’t vote based on tribal lines despite......mhm mmm sounds like you guys played way more ethically.  

not neleh saying she didn’t start playing the game until day 24....girl and then she didn’t even answer the question (aka what you did BY YOURSELF not in a group setting). 2 coasters sitting in the finale who don’t answer the questions at all 💅🏻. love that v really plain and simple said i should win because i fully played the game and...she’s right. neleh didn’t do a single thing this whole season. it’s always super religious people who do the bad things they yell at other people for doing huh. lying and cheating is bad unless i do it 🥺 neleh needs to stop admitting to not playing the game until like merge thats ridiculous 

yesss give me three full minutes of you and a helicopter jeffery. strong whistle jeffery no wonder the cab stopped. STOPP!!! “can i get a receipt?” i hope this gag never ends even though i know it does. too funny. congrats v! definitely played better than neleh. 

no.....noooo....WHY IS COLBY HERE???????????? but at least i can rest easy knowing that one host is gone. i couldn’t do another reunion with him. okay so i thin overall i would give this season an 8/10. i highly enjoyed it but i didn’t have a ride or die love of my life (you’ll always be in my heart teresa <3) and i did dislike several people which is why it isnt higher. however i LOVE LOVE the all women finale and the gameplay this season was actually interesting.

[onyourhyuck]

Womaniser. | Lee Haechan. (m)

prologue- “Yep. That’s me. I love to fuck.” + “Is there anything else in that pointless head of yours other than sex?”

Tw- Bestfriend hockey player!haechan x best friend fem y/n. Suggestive. Smut. Teasing. Mention of Haechan being a fuck boy. Frat haechan. Y/n is a good student but she isn’t innocent . Mention of getting high and alcohol.

Note- Womaniser by Britney Spears is hot.

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Haechan can get anyone tricked by his egoistical alter personality. The campus girls love him, no, love is an understatement; they are crazy over him. He has everyone under his fingers wrapped like an attached toy to his desires and wants, but you. He can’t ever get past you. The bs excuses he tells you whenever he misses a class and he told you to cover for him without explaining why you should do that, it never falters your seriousness with him. Sometime he wonders to himself ‘how did i become best friends with someone like her?’ Considering how different both of you are. He is all about the university life; parties, drinks, weed. Getting girls, popularity, laughing without a worry. Winning Hockey. That was all Haechan’s life resolved on.

However your life is all about getting the university degree you want in medicine. You’re goal determined to finish university without any destructions. You do your homework and exams on task. You hate parties and alcohol. You dance as a hobby for fun. Dating never comes across your mind and it’s not like anyone wants to date you either considering you scare the men species from twenty blocks away from you. You’re not considered popular but you still find yourself being around people who are considered by society ‘popular’. It was all due to haechan’s affiliation with you though. You ask yourself, ‘How did you become best friends with someone like Haechan?’

The ice rink embraces the warmth off your body like a push and pull door closing and opening. You slowly walk on the railing edge where you watch from the bystander view. The hockey team having practice games more frequently now due to the rival school challenging the NCU for its champion cup. Your face scrunched in this serious observant gaze.

The sight of Haechan skating side to side away from the enemies goalpost when he had shot a striking and speedy hit, gaining a goal. He smirks cockily, taunting the goalkeeper like it were a tortuous game he was doing. Pressuring the other team against him was his power play technique and boy did it work like magic. Game dismisses once a large whistle runs to them people and they all seemingly dissolve apart from the ice rink, all except Haechan. He approaches you with a confident expression skating to the except and then approaching you where you stood.

The way you attract and draw him without doing anything still baffles you. Yourself you cannot believe you came to see him practice.

“Oho look who said they won’t ever come to see me practice but did come anyways?” The boy teasingly said gritting through the teeth as he took off the skating shoes. You scoff rolling your eyes, ignoring the tone of his so stuck up playful voice; he knows very well it annoys you. Which is what he loves.

“I had free time. Don’t worry through i’ll get out of your hair as soon as possible.” You throw like daggers at your best friend. He pouts fakely. “So mean. So cold. Colder than ice.” He slowly said.

— “Anyways, my loving best friend. I have a proposal.” He searingly told you but he saw the disagreement on your face in the moment he looks at you. “No.” You cut him off.

He opens his mouth with no voice coming out. “I didn’t even say what the proposal is yet.” You mentally roll your eyes. “That’s the point. I know it’s going to be something of a hassle.”

“I was going to say come with me to Jaehyun’s birthday frat parties!” Haechan exclaims deafeningly, Y/n turns to look at Haechan with furrow eyebrows. Strongly on emphasis. “No Haechan.”

“Go alone or bring someone else. Leave me out of this.” You scorn out like a fuming fire ready to burn him if he ever came closer. Knowing Lee Haechan he won’t give up easily, no. The boy lovingly wraps one arm around you from back, soothingly shushing you. The hockey player pushing back your curtain bangs away from your eyes, watching your beautiful features before speaking again.

You scowl watching him . “Come on don’t be such a party police and come with me. There is weed, we can get high together again. It’ll lay off some stress from that body of yours.” He really had his persuasive ways.

You grit. “I got high once with you. I am not stress. And the answer is still no.”

He winged when you push him away softly, he unwraps his arms from you and sighs watching you leave. Haechan slowly jogs up from your side, speaking out as he ran.

“Come on y/n! I want to go with you. If I wanted someone else I wouldn’t of asked you.” He said. You huff. “Then go ask one of your fangirls.” You state apathetically and coldly as you finger point on to the see through glass of the girls who were spying on Haechan and you talking and cheering. You turn to the boy who drops his playful expression and clears his throat. “I don’t want to ask them. I want to ask you.”

You felt the desperation in the voice now but you put it aside and shake your head. The boy felt the way you became uncomfortable with the bunch of girls piling on the outside like a tsunami so he takes you by your wrist dragging you somewhere more private and isolated, the men’s changing rooms. Haechan bringing you inside the changing room drops your wrist when he had you sitting down. He murmurs.

“Y/n please come with me. You said you’d help me get laid with Jae’s sister at his party and i need my wingwomen.”

Your face drops hearing the boy say this; the real truth came out. He was simply needing you to get fucked and that’s it. You laugh out in disbelief breathily, shaking your head as you grip your knees. The urge to punch the boy was only getting stronger but thankfully you put the thought out of your head. The moment you almost believed him, thinking maybe he does need you, maybe he wants to actually take you because he perhaps cares for you, but no, he just needed to use you. Like he does with anyone he meets. You glare at him with the most hateful gaze he ever saw you show.

He gulps, feeling like he did push you off the edge for asking. Little did he know that wasn’t what hurt you the most.

“Am i a joke to you, Lee Donghyuck?” You spat and he flinches. “Huh..?”

“I mean do you think so little of me? Why are you leeching off of me all the time. Just so you could get a girl wetting your dick while you abandon me at the party? Fuck no. Get out of my sight. I’m not someone you can just use as freely as you want.”

“It hurts more when i actually thought you wanted me and me only but you were here thinking about Rosie Jung. Screw you, we aren’t friends.” He heard you angrily stand up stomping to the door but a hand pressing on the door surface strongly pushes it back to close and then pins you on the nearest well. He sighs watching the way you hate and cuss him, it wasn’t in his intentions honestly.

“Get off me.” You grumble. “Yep. That’s me. I love to fuck.” He sorely replies with a quiet voice, differing from the cocky high pitch voice he uses to piss people off. But here he is being calm and quiet to you, admitting to every insult you curse him out with. The boy hopes the way your expression lessens and softens but he was wrong, his words only angered you more unable to think why he is agreeing with you and not disagreeing.

You growl. “Is there anything else in that pointless head of yours other than sex?”

“There is. It’s called Y/n. I think of you a lot and I’m not asking you because of those reasons you claim me to be doing so. Listen to me, please. You can cuss me out all you want after, you can leave too. But give me a moment for you to listen to me.”

You go silent and slowly nod. He rests in front of you keeping your body pinned and trapped on the wall, leaning closer his face was inches from yours. Haechan’s breathe whispers against your skin, tickling. The feeling of your heart getting heavier and heavier the more you smelled the strong perfume reeking from his body, the blend between his normal scent and the perfume made you pleasantly smell it. But you can’t get caught. You look away staring at your feet on the floor.

He watches you avoid eye contact with him, in which the hockey player cups your face in his hands suddenly, bringing to a kiss on your lips. The shock escapes from your body, freezing your limbs where you cannot push the boy even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t because the way he kissed you so softly and lovingly made you think otherwise. He pulls away shortly, biting his bottom lip nervously.

“I am not a womaniser. I’ve always had my eyes on you, Y/n. The girls i get with at parties are a distraction from me. You told Mark you weren’t looking to date anyone and I had no choice but to hide in the dark my feelings. You’re different from anyone else i know.”

“I’ve always had a crush on you since the first year of university. That was four years y/n. The entire frat house knows this, I don’t shut up about you. That’s why I’ve asked you to come to Jaehyun’s birthday party. I needed an excuse to drag you though, which is why I said Rosie is my excuse. Does that explain everything? Does it even save our friendship at this point—”

Something over came your brain like wind. Haechan did always have eyes on you, in fact there was a rumour of Haechan having a crush on someone in first year but the classmates down the rumour the next day. It was the fact that others around you told you specifically that Haechan seemingly has a lot of love for you. He took care of you when you pushed yourself too hard for your studies. He made you lunchboxes for classes when he didn’t have any because of practice games. He came to support you at your dance club and he even danced with you when you had no one to dance with. The boy was whipped like a boy on your heels, ready to worship you. But the more he found out you were less reciprocative and interested in the idea of dating he was discouraged to continue. Instead Haechan resolved around other girls and simply having past flings there and then, though he never dated them once.

You are such an idiot. How could you get so upset that he was getting girls left and right, secretly it pissed you off because you have caught a feeling or two for the boy but when he pulled away so suddenly out of nowhere, going for other girls, you told yourself he was an womaniser and it wasn’t worth your time whatsoever. How wrong you were about him.

He heard a soft sniffle leaving your lips as the nose goes wet and runny, the eyes running tears down your warm face. Haechan wasn’t sure if it was him hurting you again, but it didn’t matter, he pulls you into an embrace where you bury your face into the chest crying deeper and harder. He rubs your back with a caring expression, cooing you with words of encouragement and apologies to make you cry less. He hates seeing you cry and it’s the first time seeing you cry. Haechan doesn’t want this to be the first but the last time you’ll cry so much.

“I hate you for making me think you were such a bad person. You should’ve confessed to me sooner.” You pull away to look at your best friend who softly brushes your tears away from the streaking cheeks with his thumb.

“I’m scared of you a little bit actually so it’s not that easy as you make it sound.” He’d point out.

You scowl at his words before softening them. “I love you too, idiot.” He smiles at your words, playfully going back to the annoying nuisance he is in your life. “I love me too.” He casually peers and you push him away, scoffing.

“Forget I said that.” y/n said playfully back and the boy pops on your side fiddling with his thumbs.“Does that mean you will come to Jaehyun’s birthday party?”

“No. You’ll get your cock wet with Rosie Jung.” You deadly stagger as he smirks pulling you by the waist, whispering in your ear sensually.

“I want my cock wet by you though. So you coming to the party or no?”

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Aemond Targaryen x cousin!reader

A/n: first thing, thank you so much for the support already…thanks for reading!! Secondly, this is a second part but you can read it as apart from the previously. Hope you enjoy!!

Y/n’s dark blue dress was scattered around her legs, hiding the bottom of the chair she was sitting on. The fire touched her figure softly, warming her on the rear cold night of summer. The temperature dropped after a big storm.

The lady scratched her right eye trying to get rid of the tiredness. Big storms and lightnings scare her to death. Many hours, the night before, where spent under the sheets of her spacious bed, hiding her curled up body.

Y/n moved on her sit. The fear still shaking her bones. She gripped the big book on her lap preventing it from falling, at the same time noises were heard from behind the chair. Someone entered the library although the young girl chose not to care. She faked being very much into the story shown on the pages. Even when she lost truck long minutes before.

“It’s rude to make them wait, cousin” Aemond’s raspy voice made her skin got warmer.

Y/n didn’t answer. She wasn’t in the mood to fight with him. For now.

“Do not tell me you are shy to meet the lords, ha?” He tried to gain a reply out of her. Still, nothing. Aemond quickly dropped his teasing. “My mother worked hard for you inma-“he stopped mid sentences. Took a big breath and continued. “For you to hide like a little, I know so well you are, rat”

“Always so desperate to please your beloved mother” y/n finally spoken, rolling her eyes while passing the page.

Aemond appeared from her right side, scarring his cousin in the act. Although she tried not to show it, he knew her better. “You are going to stand and walk all the way to the grand salon-“

“Or?” She turned her head to look directly into his healthy eye. Y/n witnessed how hard he tried to compose himself. His white knuckles gave him away. The dark pupil grew a size, taking over part of the violet circumference. She loved his eye colour. Y/n never met someone with prettier eyes.

“Or…” he started slowly, staring directly at her dilated nostrils. “Or I will drag you there myself” Aemond stood trying to gain space between their bodies.

Y/n looked up to her cousin. Knowing he will fulfill his promise. At the same time wanting to play with him as much as she could. “You’re not capable” she stated. “And your mother would kill you if you make a scene”

“If her wish is to have you there, I’ll drag your little body directly to the table” she hated and loved him talking about her figure.

“I don’t believe a word that came from your little mouth” she shot back.

She though he was gone, even though she didn’t dare to look. Y/n continued trying to focus on the drawings and words, pushing off the duty of attending the ball to introduce her to candidates for marrying. When suddenly the massive book covers closed with a big noise. The item was far from her sight in a blink of an eye, and her body was pushed up into another body.

Aemond made his way out of the room with his cousin shouting his ears off. The servants they encounter on the alleys look the scene not daring to made a single movement that angered the prince.

“Put me down, Aemond” y/n stated, hitting as hard as she could on his back with small fists. “I’m going to murder you…when I can” he laughed out loud because of her words.

The guards opened the big wooden doors letting them pass. High pitched screams coming from the lady brought the attention of all of the guests towards the pair. Aemond was unbothered.

As sudden as her body was pushed up, y/n’s feet took ground in front of the Queen Mother. Alicent looked at his son with a stunned face.

“What is the meaning of this?” She inquired them.

“You wanted Lady y/n here…here she is” Aemond answered logically.

Y/n looked down towards the patterns of her dress, not daring to looked at her disappointed aunt’s eyes. Alicent straighten her form and fold her arms. Aemond was imitating his cousins focus on the floor with a big smile. Alicent noticed and decided to let them pass the scolding. She will scold the pair latter. “For the mercy of the Seven, just go to your places”

They obey, while the Queen allowed the rest of the court to continue with the feast.

Once seated, Aemond came closer to y/n’s ear “I told you I will. When I say I'm going to do it, I do it cousin”

Y/n didn’t dare to respond. Just took a big gulp of wine of her goblet, hearing Aemond’s soft laughter.

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