#I’m just so tired and I’m loosing faith with each admin that comes out saying there really isn’t a lot changing rn and we still don’t know

[ohits-starflower]

I deleted my post about the Pomme figurine. Cause at first I was excited but now idk.

I don’t know with this qsmp stuff and everything coming out with the admins. The 0 communication we have currently (q did state he was going to let us know what was happening to those of you who didn’t know/choose to ignore that) as well as things on the server really do seem to continue as if nothing is missing (my opinion get out of here w/ your rude bs) and proceeding to do QSMP awards when A LOT of your ccs are not returning until things have changed/admins are back.

I have hope for the document and that Q will see it (I doubt it though seeing as apparently people are FLOODING his email about it/other things)

Shits weird and the more and more I see admins dropping like flies, the little bits of hope I have for the project dwindle.

Phil’s pov seems to be the only one I like since he unintentionally donowalled lore happening on the server and is just playing the way he would (ie exploring) so I may just stick with him sometimes.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lonely Souls Club 7

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as stalking, loneliness, noncon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: she at it again.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Her 

Bucky leaves the leftovers in the fridge, his included, and the tea on the counter. He didn’t heed your protests before he went, insisting that it’s for you. You didn’t put up much of a fight. You’re too tired. 

Alone, you settle onto the couch and stare at the door. You’re used to being on your own but now it seems so scary. What if that man comes back? Bucky says he ran off, that means he’s still out there. You blow out at the ceiling as you lean your head back; just another problem. 

Your mind shifts to him. To Bucky. The man that saved you. It only sets in then that it’s been the nicest day you’ve had in a while, outside the break-in. You can separate the day from the night in that regard. 

It isn’t just nice to have food in your tummy, but you forgot what it’s like to have someone to talk to. Someone who isn’t your doctor or a government admin bartering about your stipend. Not only that, but the way he looked at you. So intent, as if he truly could care for a stranger like you. As if someone broken could ever be special. 

What are the odds he would like that noodle shop too? You suppose it’s rather popular. A coincidence can be just that. Maybe for once luck is on your side. You want to believe that but it’s just so hard to accept. You lost faith in it so long ago. 

You sidle down and ease yourself across the mattress. It feels good to just be still. You close your eyes and long for a hot soak. Showers are nice but you can’t stand for very long and the shower seat has the water spraying over you so that it feels cold. 

You languish across the thin bed but don’t sleep. Even if your hip wasn’t screaming in agony, your mind won’t settle. You might just have to take one of those pills Dr. Grissam prescribed. 

You keep the light on with little mind to the electric bill. You can’t sleep without it. You keep the curtains drawn and each time you wake with a start, you drag yourself up to check that the door is still locked. You give in to consciousness as a headache thrums behind your brow. 

As much as your fear keeps you up, you know it’s the bed too. Each night gets harder. What else can you do? You don’t have any better options. The floor would surely only leave you utterly helpless. 

You have a cup of the new tea. It’s just as delicious as at the noodle shop. You bask in its warmth until the very bottom of the cup. When it’s all gone, you stretch the way the physio showed you, and move around with your cane. You still find that awkward. 

You go out to check the mail, nervous at opening the door. The alley way is empty and quiet but for the noise of the upstairs neighbours. You pull the single envelope out of the dented mailbox and retreat. Thunk, thunk, you’re certain that both locks are firmly in place. 

You know by the stamp what it is. It’s your stipend. You’ll have to go cash it. You keep everything in bills. You can’t afford the bank fees for an account. Another journey outside. 

You tuck the check into your bag and get dressed. You wear a loose pair of cargo pants and a tee shirt with daisies on it. Your clothes are outdated and worn. You feel even more invisible when you walk past the stylish women on the streets with their stilettos and designer purses. It’s all just another fantasy you’ve let go of. 

You head off, your gait even more off-kilter than usual. It isn’t the joint that troubles you today but your anxiety. The pain is tolerable, as neutral as it can be, but that worry in your head won’t calm. You keep your free hand on your bag and clack your cane in time with your feet. 

The bank isn’t very far. You join the queue inside and lean on the cane as you pull out the check in anticipation. Your heart drops as you see the amount. It’s less than last month. A whole hundred dollars less... 

Why? You should’ve read the letter with it. You’re dumb. You’ll have to call the municipal office again. Hopefully, this time they don’t send you to hold and waste all your minutes.  

You step up and try not to show your disappointment. You get your money in a slim brown envelope and thank the teller. You head off to figure out what to do, if there’s anything to be done. 

You walk past a new stand and slow as you recognise a face on the glossy cover of a magazine. It’s Bucky. Huh. He really is famous. You shift to face the shelves and lean in as you see yourself in a smaller frame with him. Oh gosh, you look feeble next to him. 

The big bold letters scream out the question, ‘who?’ and proclaim you as a ‘mystery girl’ as others ponder if you’re a charity case. Is Bucky Barnes giving back again? Visiting with one of the many civilians he’s saved from danger? The truth is much less flattering. 

You peer up as the clerk watches you. As he approaches, you turn and quickly limp off. That’s so embarrassing. 

You can’t worry about it. You have a lot more than some clueless reporters to figure out. How in the hell are you going to afford to live? 

Bucky 

He watches her through the lens. She empties out her cupboards, the meagre pantry spread out on her counter. She makes note on the small pad, the same one she used to write him the thank you note. The one he keeps in his chest pocket. 

She drops the pen and huffs. She leans her elbows on the counter and holds her head in her hands as she bends forward. The last few days, she’s been grim. He wish he could be there but he’s stuck at this stupid fucking training. Something about lethal force and when to use it. As if he doesn’t know. 

“Hey,” Sam whispers without looking over, “stop texting your girlfriend.” 

“I’m not,” he counters and blacks the screen, hiding the cell in his lap. “She’s not my girlfriend...” 

“Not yet,” his partner laughs, “one day, right, bud?” 

“Quiet, I’m listening,” Bucky nods to the front of the room. 

“Sure,” Sam scoffs. 

Bucky rolls his eyes and clutches his phone tight. He’s antsy as all he can think about is her. What’s wrong? Something’s happened and he can’t figure it out. 

Fuck it. He flips his phone, keeping it against his thigh as he frames it with his hand. He unlocks the screen with his thumbprint and she appears again. Her shoulders are shaking as she’s wracked with sobs. Shit. He can’t just sit here listening to this nonsense. 

He stands up without thinking and slides his phone into his back pocket. Agents look at him and the suit giving the lecture pauses. Bucky doesn’t hesitate. 

“Emergency,” he states with a wave of his metal hand. No one protests his weak excuse. Not when they see that. 

He steps around Sam’s chair as he makes no effort to move out of his way. He lurches it with a scrape and huffs at his deliberate obstacle. Sam makes a noise but doesn’t resist. Bucky quickly marches out without looking back. He has to get back to her. Now. 

The helicopter ride isn’t fast enough. Bucky is restless and barely able to sit. The pilots tell him several times to do so. At last, he gets off and hurries across the tarmac. There is only his mission; her. 

He zips off on his motorcycle, weaving through traffic recklessly, until he has the mind to reel it in at a red light that nearly sends him spinning. He stops and plants his feet. He pulls on his helmet and curses himself. He’s no good to her all beaten up. 

He tries to measure his impatience but he’s never been very good at that. He can see her sobbing in his head. It makes his chest rent. He veers into the alleyway, his motor echoing, and dying as he twists the ignition. He tears the key out and kicks the stand down. 

He charges at the door then stop short. What is he doing? Shit. It’s too late. He sees the curtain stir. No doubt she heard him coming. He cringes and his treads scuff with his weight. 

She opens the inside door and peers out. He can see the dampness on her cheeks, her eyes are still swollen. She must’ve been crying this whole time. Something is seriously wrong. 

“Hey,” he says dumbly with an even dopier smile. 

“What--” she mops her face with her bare hands. She doesn’t have her cane, instead she hunches to one side. “What are you doing here?” 

“You know, I realised I never got your number and I was in the neighbourhood so...” 

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t have any time on my phone,” she sniffles then winces. She lowers he eyes and shakes her head, “I’m sorry. I’m... I’m dealing with some stuff.” 

“Oh, I... well, I was in the mood for ice cream--” 

“I can’t--” she snaps and stops herself, slapping her hand across her mouth. Her eyes round through the black iron grating and suddenly she’s staggering. Her leg crumples under her and she lands on her hip with a worrying crash. “Ow!” 

“Oh god,” he exclaims. It’s all his fault. He didn’t think. Why didn’t he think?! “Are you--” He grabs the handle but the outer door is still locked. Whatever. He breaks it easily and reams it open, “are you okay?” 

He drops to his knee and touches her arm. She’s trembling. 

“No,” she babbles as she covers her face with one hand, her other arm shaking as she keeps herself propped up. “No, I’m not okay! I can’t-- I can’t go for ice cream because I can’t-- I can’t walk that far. And I can’t-- I don’t even have two dollars to spend on a scoop—and--”  

He can hear her heart hammering as it all spills out of her. She’s been holding it in for so long, he can feel it roiling off of her. He knows better than anyone she needs this. 

“Please go away!” She keeps her face hidden behind her hand, “I’m a loser. Please. I can’t-- I don’t want you to see me like this.” 

His breath is completely gone. He feels like he’s been punched in the chest. He can’t bear to see her in so much pain. He’s sat and watched for so long. He can’t do it any more, just like she can’t. 

“You’re not... a loser,” he says as he rubs her shoulder, “I don’t think that at all. You’re stronger than anyone I know. You’re stronger than me.” 

“You don’t know me,” she rips her hand away at last, her eyes sparkling with tears and pain. “How would you know?” 

“I can see it. Right now. But you don’t have to hide it. You don’t have to send me away. You don’t have to be embarrassed. You shouldn’t be,” he drawls gently, “you’re not broken.” 

“I am,” she pushes herself to lean forward on her own weight and hangs her head, “I’m all messed up. No one cares about me. They just think I’m a burden. I'm lazy and useless.” 

“I don’t--” 

“You don’t know--” 

“I do,” he insists, “I’ve been where you are. I--” He looks down and retracts his hand. His own heart is pounding.  

He sits back on his heel and unzips his jacket. He slips his hand up his shirt and feels along his chest and shoulders. He finds the release and pushes, hooking his fingers until the weight drops off. His arm lands by his knee with a metallic noise. She gasps. 

“I know you,” he repeats as he watches her, more terrified than he’s ever been. 

[girls-scenarios]

Red Equinox. Pt 4.

Idols: Red velvet.

Prompt: All was well for the red velvet coven. The spring equinox was approaching and the girls were preparing. However an unexpected visitor returns and shakes their world upside down. Will they be able to protect themselves and each other? Will they make it out alive?

A/N: This is another one of those weird chapters that’s like a filler to move onto the next one so sorry if it’s not as exciting as before (oops). Everything is now written and finished so part 5 will be the finale so please look forward to the end.

Warnings: swearing

1//2//3//4//5

Writer: Admin Kitty.

Rain hammered against the small square window waking Wendy from her slumber. She looked around the dark box room. She definitely wasn't at home anymore. She tried to move her arms but they were tied together around a water pipe. Seulgi was still passed out from hitting her head on the stairs but Irene was awake, watching the rain hit the tiny window.

“Ugh, what happened?” Wendy asked feeling like she was going to be sick.

“She blew some kind of powder in your face to knock you out.” Irene said.

“What about you?” Wendy asked.

“I distracted Jessica and Krystal so Joy could escape.” Irene tried to move down the pipe closer to Wendy.

“And did she?” Wendy hoped they still had Joy as hope. Irene nodded.

“I hope she’s okay. Don’t lose faith, Joy would do anything for us.”

A groan came from the other side of the room. “Fuck, my head is killing me.” Seulgi moaned.

“That’s what you get for trying to slice an evil witch's face.” Irene couldn't help but chuckle.

“Yeah well, I can’t say she didn't deserve it.” Seulgi went to touch the bleeding wound on her head but found her hands were tied to a pipe.

“Great, just great. Where’s Joy and Yeri?” Seulgi squinted in the darkness, she couldn't see them in there with them.

“Joy managed to escape and Yeri is with Jessica.” Irene said studying the rope around her wrist.

“She’s got Yeri! Fuck.” Seulgi rolled her head back and rested it on the wall.

“She didn’t get Yeri, Yeri wanted to go with her. She said she was sick of being treated like a child by us.” Wendy scoffed. She didn’t treat Yeri like a child, she just wanted to protect her at all costs.

“That doesn’t sound like Yeri. I know Yeri better than you and I know she wouldn’t do that.” Seulgi didn’t believe her.

“Well that’s what she did, get your head out of your ass and see that she betrayed us.” This whole day had taken a tole on Wendy and her patience was wearing thin.

“Maybe if you didn’t treat her the way you do, she wouldn’t want to leave us.” Seulgi retorted. 

“I’m sorry that I care about her well being.” Wendy said sarcastically.

“There’s caring and then there’s smothering. No wonder she hates you.” Seulgi replied venomously. The two girl began shouting insults back and forth until Irene had, had enough.

“SHUT UP!” Irene shouted.

“We are locked in a fucking basement that only God knows where and you two are arguing like fucking children!” The two girls looked a different corners of the room, avoiding eye contact with each other and Irene. They felt ashamed.

“Frankly I am tired of the both of you arguing all the time. We are supposed to be a team. How can we work together if the only thing that comes out of your mouths is insults.”

“We can’t change the fact that she’s left us, but Jessica will kill her when she’s done with her. I suggest the two of you grow up or you will both be forced to leave the coven.”

Both the girls were gobsmacked, they never thought in a million years that Irene would do such a thing but by the look on her face she was deadly serious.

“I’d strangle you both right now if I could.” Irene said not looking back and forth between them.

All the girls remained silent. Irene was scraping her ropes on the bar hoping it will cut loose.

“I don’t think we can cast magic in here.” Seulgi said looking for a door. It was too dark to see if there was anything in the room, all she could make out was shadows of Irene and Wendy.

“Obviously. Jessica isn’t stupid.” Wendy replied sarcastically.

“I was just saying, God you don’t need to be so rude about it.” Seulgi was tired of arguing.

“This isn’t working.” Irene panted, she stopped trying to break her rope.

“If this is the end, I wanna say as much as you two get on my nerves; I love you both.” Irene said sincerely and smiled. Seulgi started tearing up.

“Thank you for saving us Irene, you’re the reason we’re still alive today. We couldn’t have wished for a better coven leader.” Seulgi said through her tears.

“Yeah, thank you Irennie. Also Seulgi I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything and you know that. Sometimes I…” Wendy was cut off by the small box window being smashed by a rock.

Joy popped her head into the window.

“How’s everyone doing down there?” she said cheerfully.

“Well you interrupted my heartfelt speech.” Wendy said annoyed.

“I’m sorry, I only came here to save your lives. Carry on.” Joy prompted Wendy.

“Just get us out of here!” Wendy shouted up to her.

Joy pulled out a large jar and opened the lid, releasing a sparkly smoke into the room. From the smoke four girls appeared, their beautiful pixie wings shimmered.

“I hope you’ve brought other friends Joy.” Seulgi shouted out “I’m not sure pixies are gonna cut it. No offence guys, you know I love you all.”

“None taken, but we can get you out of here and that's all that matters right now.” Yooa said untying Seulgi’s rope. Binnie and Arin untied Wendy and Irene while Hyojung was digging around in her pouch for shrinking powder.

“Okay girls, grab onto a pixie. Once you’re shrunken we’ll fly out, if you let go I can’t promise that you’ll live.” she tried saying as lightly as possible. They all grabbed onto one of the pixies long flowing pastel coloured dresses while Hyojung sprinkled shimmering dust on them.

Once shrunken they were the size of a pea.

“I can’t believe I could get any smaller.” Wendy said in a high pitched voice.

“Your voice sounds stupid.” Chuckled Seulgi in the same way.

“So does yours!” Wendy shouted back.

The pixies flew out the small window, un-shrinking once they reached the ground.

“Joy!” Seulgi ran and pulled Joy into a hug, refusing to let go. 

Irene didn’t like pixie magic, it made her disorientated. She struggled to gain her balance so she sat on the muddy floor.

“Umm, Yeri’s in trouble so….” she pried Seulgi off of her.

“I say we leave her, she betrayed us.” Wendy said looking around at where they were. Which was the middle of nowhere, yet there was something oddly familiar about it.

“I told her to.” Joy said nonchalantly.

“What do you mean?” Irene said confused.

“I knew that our best bet would be if she went with Jessica, so I told Yeri to try and find a way to make it seem like she legitimately wanted to go so she caused an argument.” Joy said.

“When did you do that?” Seulgi asked.

“I left a note on her bed. I told that she needed to do as I told her because it would save our lives and hers.” Joy explained.

“I told you Wendy. She would never leave us.” Seulgi said smugly. Wendy rolled her eyes.

“Where are we by the way?” Irene said looking around. They were standing next to a small thatched roof cottage in the middle of nowhere. There were no other houses or buildings in site only fields and grasslands. In the distance huge black clouds were swarming and lightening was striking. She assumed that was where they were going.

“Take a guess.” Joy said sadly.

“We’re in the field again. She brought us back here didn’t she?” Joy nodded at Irene's response. “And I’m guessing we’re going over there.” Irene said pointing at the dark mass of clouds in the distance, to which Joy nodded again.

“Did you bring backup?” Wendy asked nervously.

“The werewolf boys, the EXID coven and the angels.” Joy listed off.

“Angels?” Seulgi asked. She didn’t know any angels.

“Is it Dayoung, Yeonjung and the others?” Arin spoke up from behind them. Joy nodded.

“I wanted to contact the SNSD coven but they are travelling at the moment.” Joy said looking around. She could hear rumbling from nearby which was quickly getting closer.

A large pack of wolves was fast approaching. The pack leader howled loudly as they grinded to a halt near the girls. They transformed back into their human selves; the Nct wolf pack.

“Irene.” The pack leader nodded towards her.

“Taeyong.” She responded back. They hadn’t really seen eye to eye before. “I see you’ve brought the young ones.” She said looking at Jisung and Chenle. She didn’t agree with werewolf practices.

“I figured they could use the training.” He said without showing emotion.

“Where are the others?” Binnie asked. “It’s getting late and the equinox is fast approaching.” she said nervously.

“We’ve been down there for two days?!” Wendy exclaimed.

“Yeah it was hard to find you.” She responded. 

“Also the others are meeting us there. We need to get going.” Joy walked off towards the stormy are as the others followed. They were sure in for a fight.