#I'MS ORRY I CAN'T HELP IT

[iiboronii]

i hate when one of my interests goes from being dormant to coming back full force. like okay yes 🙄 what do you want

[nemofil]

shocked no one's had the interpretation of nobody being connected to 3125 like. GUYS

the lack of presence could be an adaptation from a universe of ideas much more hostile than ours

also has a similar effect of ceasing to be human. or just, ceasing to have a human presence

now i'm not saying nobody's a cognitohazard but. it would TOTALLY slap if nobody was a cognitohazard

if you draw their full form and you see it

and it sees you

well! who knows what will happen! maybe you get fun abilities in exchange for your name.

faustian cognitohazard nobody? faustian cognitohazard nobody.

imagine the poor previous host though. just dies because only one nobody can exist at a time (i think)

good thing no one can fully conceptualize nobody's real form!

that nicely dressed man in a grey suit is just a facade.

[httpsghostie]

Enemy pt 2

pt 1

if I saw him walking towards me like this I would run

I'm speechless this is so long I'ms orry I got carried away

Summary: you put yourself in a delicate situation with your superiors despite knowing more and end up in wrong hands.

Word Count: 4,3k

Warnings: dubcon, smut, König x female!reader, strong language, blood, gore, violence, knife play, spanking, dacryphilia, edging, unprotected piv sex (wrap it b4 you tap it), no use of y/n

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You've underestimated him, that's for sure. But you found out too late.

You found out when you were walking around, trying to find your captain to discuss some issues, and instead found a pile of dead soldiers and a pool of blood.

The door to his cell was ajar and of course the lights were off. That fucking bastard, how was it so easy for him to take down four trained soldiers? And how did he get away from the chains?

Maybe it happened when he was being fed, maybe he was strong enough to break the chains. And even if he was, why didn't he snap out of them when you were literally milking the info out of him?

You reach for your pistol and carefully follow the dark hallway to his cell after calling for backup, but you decided they would take the time you couldn't waste with this bastard. On the way, you rolled one of the soldiers with your foot, he'd been stabbed on his vital parts, and you deduced he did this to every other one of your guys.

Your ears ringed, your blood boiling through your veins with anxiousness, but at times like this you couldn't show your weaknesses. You were in it until the end.

You stand in front of the door, your fear getting even worse. You know you shouldn't show it. He smelled fear, he got off from that, of how your pretty eyes widened at his sight.

In an instant, the door is kicked open by your right foot, and before you could inspect the cell, your body was thrown on the ground in a loud thud, a heavy weight collapsing onto you, pinning you down on the floor.

Your head got dizzy from hitting the concrete too hard, but you could recognize that man from a mile away. You could recognize his nauseating scent even if someone brainwashed you for years. 

He pressed your weak body with his weight as his blood covered hands caressed the black fabric on your mask, slowly lifting it up to reveal your puffy lips, waiting for him. He can't help but smile at the memories of your lips wrapped around his girthy cock as he held your head in place. He wants to do it again. But not now, now he's worried about other things.

"You're so pretty when you keep your mouth shut." He runs his finger along your lips, you could almost feel the metallic taste of blood. "I want to kill you so bad, slit that beautiful throat you got." He grabs you by the neck.

"Then do it." You said with gritted teeth.

"And end the fun of hunting you?" He pushed you back on the floor as your face started to get red. "I'll give you another chance to live, how merciful I am." He laughs, standing up and leaving you there, almost like the way you left him.

He disappears in the dark, and the last thing you remember were his eyes piercing through your soul, marking you forever, and your vision blurs. There were dry tears on the corners of your eyes, and your mind was filled with red.

You wake up in a white room and as soon as you open your eyes, you're blinded by the bright lights that reflect on the white walls and floor. There's no one with you. Great, they didn't even bother to put a recruit to watch out for you, ouch.

When you're prepared to leave the room, a doctor sees your movement and says he's glad you've finally woken up. He tells you about a concussion, and you listen to it until it slowly starts to sound like a distant babble, so far away, and your brain can't handle any more information as someone lurks behind the doctor.

He. It was him. He was there for you again. He was going to get you.

He's standing behind the man, holding a knife up to his face. His gaze. You can only feel how creepy his gaze is on you and how intimidating he looks with his gigantic size.

You know he's smiling, of course he's smiling, he's fucking insane, that's why. He's not leaving you alone, he's going to get you, he's going to kill you. You're gonna pay for what you did.

And the thoughts don't leave your injured brain as you try to run but your body does not respond to any of your commands.

He's there, he's going to kill you.

He's going to kill you.

"-and some might experience hallucinations." You blink rapidly and he's gone. You look back to the doctor. "Are you alright?" He asked you as he saw your sweaty forehead and your out of breath figure.

"Mhm." You cut him off, reaching for the clothes on the side of your hospital bed. "How long have I been asleep?"

"A day. Listen, you should rest." He puts a gentle hand on your shoulder and you push him away.

"I can't afford to rest."

You get dressed quickly and leave through the white corridors, trying to find your phone in the never ending pockets of your vest. Your head was hurting like hell, you felt your brain pounding on your skull. 

You're going to end his life.

"Tell me you got that motherfucker!" You screamed on the phone as your captain picked up.

"Listen, you need to calm d-"

"I am fucking calm! Where the hell were you when he killed our men? Where the hell are you now?" Your anger makes your head hurt even more.

"I can't talk right now." You were able to hear other voices in the call, like someone else was talking in the room he was in.

"Then shove your dead men in your fucking ass!" You scream again, throwing the phone on a wall. Everyone around looks at you and you feel embarrassed, picking your phone up and shoving it in your pocket.

The sun falls down and you're met with a beautiful night and a sky full of stars. But that sight irritated you deeply when you had spent the last five hours looking at it when you couldn't sleep. He always came back. He always found his way into your brain. That manic look on his eyes whenever he had control over the situation. It's okay, you could handle it.

"You'd look so pretty with a knife up to your throat."

"What?" You blink fast, looking frantically to the sides and trying to find him lurking in the shadows. He wasn't there. He wasn't real. You shake off the thoughts, taking another long sip of the now cold coffee in a bottle right by your side.

But as they say, idle hands are the devil's tools. You couldn't stay still, how the fuck did he escape? How did he break those chains and most importantly, how did he break that iron door?

You wander around the hallways, finding your way to what used to be his cell. The floor still had a blood stain that couldn't be washed away, and thankfully they didn't care enough about such a thing. Holding a flashlight to the door, you see it wasn’t forced, so maybe he escaped when someone got in.

You take a deep breath before entering the cell, leaving a foot holding the door from the inside. It had a mechanism of automatically locking when closed, and there was no way to open from the inside. 

The dim light is enough to illuminate the room, but you need to get closer to the chains if you want to examine them.

"Fuck." You mumble, trying to stretch your best to get to it, but it's too far from your hands. In a blink of a moment, the foot that supported your weight slipped and you fell to the ground, leaving the door unattended.

You look desperately to it, but it stays open. You sigh in relief, standing on your feet again and moving closer to the chains. You pick them up, but they have no sign of damage, someone unlocked his cuffs.

It's strange, this doesn't make sense at all.

Fear starts to settle in your mind and you think you should leave by now. As you leave the cell, your heart starts pounding mercilessly in your chest and your vision blurs. Your head is spinning and your legs betray you, making you fall on your knees and hands.

Bullet wound.

Bullet wound?

The night creeps onto your brain, you rolling the guard on his back, watching his lifeless body turn. Besides having stab wounds on the stomach, he had a bullet wound on the cheek, wait, what? Was it necessary to shoot him if he was dead already? Or was it necessary to stab him? And either way, how? König didn't have any guns, let alone a knife. Well, of course he could've snatched it from them, but how?

Plus the guard's cheek wound seemed to have come from a bigger caliber than what they dealt with down there.

This was suspect as fuck.

You regain consciousness, looking around, and you smile as your eyes meet with a red light from a security camera in the corner of the hallway.

But they wouldn't be so stupid, would they?

You sprint your way to the vigilance room, sighing as you face an at least easy obstacle. There was a guard there, of course, watching the cameras, but he seemed to be more interested in what you had to offer.

"Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes." You fake a smile, leaving the room. Like a needy man, he doesn't hesitate to go where you told him you'd be, and you lock him inside, saying you just need a few more minutes.

You try to get the images as fast as you could, putting them in a flash drive and running back to your room.

It seemed almost too easy.

As you're turning left in the hallway that leads to your room, you hit a wall, well, a man, but he was so tall and bulky he could be considered a wall.

"Where are you going in a rush in the middle of the night?" Ghost asks. Solid as a rock.

"Asking you the same thing." You scratch your head in embarrassment, he was too close for your liking.

"What you got there?" He points to your clenched fist, the flash drive was in your hand.

"Nothing." You say too fast, trying to get past him, he grabs your arm tightly, making you open your palm and yelp in pain, the small device falling on the ground. He stomps on it, smashing it on the ground, and gets even closer to your ear.

"Don't mess with them." He growls. "Go back to your room before you get yourself killed."

He knew something was up, and that confirmed your suspicions. He let you go and stood there looking at you getting away.

"'Cause you're gonna pay for it, maus." You turn back and he's still standing, holding both of his hands in front of him.

"What did you say?" You frown, walking back to him, ready to tear him apart.

"What? I didn't say anything?" He looks genuinely confused. "What's wrong with you, nitwit?" 

Aw, Ghost and his delicate words.

"Yeah, I hope you didn't say anything."

You couldn't give yourself rest, you've been awake since you woke up at the hospital a day ago. The footage was gone, there was no way you could get it back, Ghost knew about something, and you were close to finding out the truth.

But you didn't give up so easily, you needed to know what happened. 

While everyone else was getting breakfast, you went to the vigilance room again, trying not to get caught. The room was left alone for a few minutes as the guard miraculously had to go to the bathroom, you know, maybe it was the laxative you put in his coffee earlier.

You searched through the files and finally found the one you were looking for, the night he escaped.

The hallway was calm, a few men guarding the door to his cell. A man slowly approached them, and he wore a mask, but everyone could recognize him. The captain. What was he doing there?

They open the door for him and he gets in, there's a few minutes between him walking in and out, but when a guard opens the door, he's suddenly shot in the face. König walks out too, helping the captain take down the other guys.

It's pure brutality, and it's also so explicit. The violence of their hands committing such a crime, not hesitating to kill an innocent life for their own benefit. You hated them even more when you saw the captain's eyes widening, probably it was the moment you asked for backup on the radio. 

He gave König a little tap on the arm and said something, then ran to the opposite side, leaving König alone to do whatever he wanted to you.

Then why did he spare your life?

He could've killed you so easily, why did he decide to let you go?

"And end the fun of hunting you?" You remembered his words.

The door gets kicked open behind you and two soldiers drag you out of the room, you try to get away from their strong arms, kicking and trying to scratch their skin.

Ghost was walking by when he saw you, giving you a disappointed frown. You knew what he wanted to say, you saw it in his eyes.

I told you not to mess with them.

You went too deep.

They drag you to the captain's office, throwing you on a chair.

"It's enough, you know too much." 

When you think about biting back, you feel a stinging pain on your neck and the men holding you down. The pain was unbearable in your veins, like it was tearing you inside out, and soon your brain started to shut down.

Your head hurts when you wake up, and you panic when you feel your hands tied behind your back. You'd been tossed on a mattress, and your body was hurting more than usual, your stomach was hurting, you couldn't believe you were hungry in times like this.

You swallowed the weird taste on your mouth, looking around the room with half lidded eyes. Your head falls to the mattress once your eyes meet his and you sigh heavily, trying to shake off the hallucination.

"You know, this didn't have to go the hard way." You hear him say, you quickly turned your head and he was still there. "I told you'd be going to pay for that. You know how badly you humiliated me?" You chuckle.

"Aw, poor König." You laugh, but your laugh is cut as soon as he crouches in front of you, gripping your chin to face him. He makes you stay on your knees, and you gulp nervously.

"You really look prettier with your mouth closed." He throws you back on the mattress like you're made of paper and gets some silver tape from the chair. You widen your eyes, shaking your head from side to side. "Are you gonna shut up?" He lands a harsh slap to your face and you nod. "Good girl, maus. See? Not too late to learn."

He throws the tape back, grabbing you by the hair so you could stand. He's looking deeply into your eyes, and for a moment you fell for it. You didn't know if it was from the sedatives, but you fell for the way he looked at you.

"What's that puppy look for?" He asks, letting go of your hair. "I haven't even fucked you yet and you're already dumb?" He chuckles. 

You can't express how badly you want to give him a sarcastic response, but judging from your red cheek, he wouldn't be pleased by it.

He reaches for his knife and presses it right against your throat. You swallow hard, trying not to move.

"Can't help but remember how cute you look taking my cock. I think I might have to do it again." He moves the tip of the knife across your collarbone, then down to your chest, stomach, slowly stopping at your crotch.

You're looking at him with not a single thought behind your eyes, the pain in your head was gone miraculously, and it's like time has frozen. He's so tall, so masculine, so insane. Maybe your taste in men is completely unhinged, or maybe he was hot.

He moves behind you, one hand to your mouth and one holding the knife against your throat.

"You can scream, cry, and no one can hear you here." He really got off from your fear, and you feel his devious smile. "I can do whatever I want to you." He gives you a creepy laugh.

Your shirt is ripped off from you, leaving you in a sports bra that also got cut by his knife, letting your chest free from fabric. He runs the knife along your tits and smiles from how hard your nipples are.

Pants were also a thing he didn't want to see you in, but this time he just pulled them down, leaving you naked. He stood in front of you once again, eyeing you up and down, like you were to be his last meal.

God, this was so embarrassing. Humiliating.

He takes his gloves off after putting the knife on his boot, revealing his veiny hands that were at least double the size of yours, and runs an eager finger around your folds, chuckling when his fingers meet your sticky fluid.

"You're fucking wet." He inserts a finger into you without any warning and you moan, trying to close your legs. "I can't believe you're into this."

"Shut up." You grit your teeth and look at him through your eyebrows, trying to keep your balance. And there goes another red cheek, you swear you could taste the blood from a cut.

"Watch your mouth." 

He fingers you quickly, sometimes pausing to rub a few circles on your clit. He was enjoying the power he had over you, to watch your limbs get weak to his touch, to feel how wet he could make you without doing much.

You could feel something growing inside of your stomach, and showing it off would make him get his fingers away from you, but he saw it in your face.

He removes his fingers, slapping at your wet cunt, and makes you kneel for him. You whine, but there's not much time to complain when he's burying his cock down your throat. Thank God you don't have a gag reflex. He fucked your pretty mouth with so much taste, making you drool all over your tits.

He loved hearing the sounds you made, like your throat was made for him. He couldn't forget this feeling, that night when he met you, he wanted to live in that moment forever, him securing your head in place, pressing your body against that cold wall so you couldn’t get away from him, and coming right down your throat.

You cough when he pulls out, your face covered in tears and your own saliva. He pushed you on the mattress, spreading your legs further apart. He was so fucking hard, he needed to see how hungry your pussy was for his cock.

He pushes his pants further down, and pulls his shirt up only to expose his abdomen. His fat, girthy dick wanders on your wet folds before entering you in a long thrust. You suppress a moan, it's not like you've fucked anyone else that had such an advantage down there, it's hard to take him.

He holds your knees to your shoulders, increasing the pace on which he fucked you. You felt so good, so warm and especially tight, so fucking tight around him.

In a moment, he's pounding so hard into you that you can barely breathe, you feel the sweat sticking your bodies together, how his body hair stuck to his body with your slick, and how you're quickly reaching your high.

Why is it always written on your face?

"Not yet." You cry out as he leaves you empty, turning you to have your ass in the air for him. You tried to struggle, but he held your hips in place as he entered you at full speed, hitting your cervix repeatedly. He slapped and scratched your ass, leaving red marks. "I'm gonna ruin you, make you only ever want me." He growls as he takes the knife again, holding you close with his free hand as you try to escape him. "I'm gonna ruin you so bad that I'll be the only one you'll be willing to fuck."

His knife glides on your skin, pressing a little too hard for your liking, and you can't help but flex the muscles on your thighs as you feel it giving you a light scratch.

"Shh, shh, easy, maus. I’m not gonna kill you right now." He whispered and gripped your thigh way too hard. You winced in pain and he let go, lurking his hand around your body and pulling you close.

You've felt worse pains, but neither of them ever turned you on. This was something else. You had no clue on what you've been drugged with, but you lost every inch of self preservation you could ever have.

"Ahh, just like this." He moans, still fucking your brains out. "That's it, hase, let me hear you, hm?" Until now you've only let out soft whimpers, trying your best to keep quiet in fear he’d tape your mouth, pressing your lips together and scrunching your nose. "It's not like anyone else will hear you down here."

"Fuck, König." You finally cry, like you were holding your breath for hours. Your hands are touching his abs, nails digging on his flesh as he pushes past your physical limits. It’s such a strange feeling, he was definitely too big, too much to take, but at the same time you craved even more of his touches, like you were starving for any kind of touch.

“So pretty when you scream my name.” His hand takes a few soaked hairs off your face, then stops at your neck, squeezing tight.

“Please, it’s too much.” Your voice cracks and he throws your body on the mattress, your face buried in it, inhaling the sweet smell of dirt and making a tiny pool of tears.

“You didn’t seem to listen when I was the one asking you to stop.” His hands grabbed your waist and he pulled you down on his cock, like you were some kind of toy. He whimpered as his long fingers entered the tight hole of your ass, pumping it back and forth with his thrusts.

You could feel a burning sensation crashing against your skin as you reached your orgasm almost forcefully, contorting your face as your body was shaking uncontrollably. “See? And you wanted me to stop.”

“Shut up.” You mewled, and he wasn’t very happy about it.

König pulled you by your tied hands and stood in front of you, grasping your chin tightly.

“Why do you have to be so impolite when I’m trying to give you pleasure?” He lifted just a bit of his hood to spit on your face and slapped you. “I’ll have to teach you some manners.”

He tapped his dick on your face, covering almost half of it, he smeared your tears across your cheeks and pushed his long shaft past your lips. “Scheiße.” He murmured under his breath as his tip brushed your throat. He couldn’t contain the need to ruin your pretty little face.

You looked at his arms with blurred vision, he was so strong, so tall and masculine, yet he used all of that for the wrong reasons in war, fighting for the opposite side. You cursed yourself for ever letting this happen.

His pace becomes irregular and he’s panting even more, looking down at you with that lunatic look. He’s holding your hair in his fist, fucking your throat until you couldn’t even talk, leaving your jaw sore. He pulls out, using his free hand to jerk his member in front of you until he’s coming all over your mouth and chest.

The taste is almost the same as last time.

You both take deep breaths before he’s getting dressed again, preparing himself to get away from you.

“Wait, König, please.” You try to crawl to him in a pathetic attempt to make him feel pity for you.

“Please what, maus?” He asks in the most innocent way, looking deeply into your eyes. You can’t form a sentence, you’re not even sure what you want. “I told you’d pay, hm?”

He laughs deviously, leaving you there alone. Hands still tied tight behind your back, your naked body that he used to get revenge and your chest, covered in his bitter cum. Your jaw is sore, your limbs are weak, and there’s nothing you can do to get out of there. He left you with more questions than answers.

Oh, you’re so gonna pay for that.

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[sickiehugs]

"I just cannot allow you to proceed with the mission in the state you're in."

"Wh- No, you... I have to..."

"C will go in your place."

"Y-You can't... B, I'm okay, I-"

"Seriously, A, I'm fine with going. You clearly need to rest."

A was quite obviously in no shape to go. And they hated it.

"I- I need to-"

Their weakened form was trembling.

"I'm ordering you to go back to sleep."

Their glossy eyes were bloodshot.

"I can... I c-can d...o..."

Their face was flushed red and drenched in sweat.

"You're not going, A! Please, just let me do this for you!"

Their burning skin was as pale as snow.

"I-I'm s...orry, I..."

But they had to go on this mission, they had to keep helping!

A's knees buckled.

Ears ringing.

Vision fading.

World spinning.

*THUD*

[breelandwalker]

Hey Bree!

I'm working on a spell to help get an apartment, which is obviously a Very Big Very Important spell for me, so I feel it deserves some more pizzazz than the spells I normally do. Normal routine for me is carving/writing some sigils onto a candle and letting it burn, and that's that. But I'm honestly struggling to come up with ways to make this spell feel more special/impactful that aren't just "more candles." I'd love to hear if you had any ideas on how to spice it up a bit or add something that feels more substantial to my spellwork here. Thanks!

Ooo, good question! Ragnar and I bought a house this past year and we actually did a spell together to help us find just the right place. I'm sure it could be altered to find an apartment too.

I started out, coincidentally, with the same framework that I used for a long-ago love spell to find my perfect match - a list. We sat down together and drew up a list of a dozen or so things that we needed and wanted from our new home, then wrote them on large whole bay leaves that I found at the supermarket. I added these to a jar with a few coins and some herbs for success and happiness. Then we held the jar together and focused on everything we hoped for and breathed that wish into the jar before closing it up.

The jar was sealed with green wax from the stub of a candle spelled for success and abundance (I got it ages ago at Mystic Moon of Norfolk - thanks Deb!) and I took the extra step of securing it with kitchen twine and a lucky shield knot medallion off a bottle of our favorite whiskey. Then the jar was set in the window to catch the light of the full moon.

If I recall correctly, this spell was cast in either August or September of 2022. It was one of the harvest moons, but I can't remember if it was grain or fruit, only that it was still warm outside and light in the evening. But it had to be one of those two, because the week of Samhain that year, we checked out a house that Ragnar found by happenstance that turned out to be perfect and our offer was accepted the day after Halloween. We moved the following January.

The spell jar remains in our home for good luck and we'll keep it there until the time is right to make a new one with new wishes.

So for your apartment search, I'd recommend doing something similar. Write down your wants and needs for your new place and pop the list (or a bunch of bay leaves with wishes written on them) into a jar with your preferred herbs for success and happiness. (If you'd like to specially prepare your bay leaves for wishing spells, here's a spell that I use for the purpose.)

Here are a few suggestions for herbs (and purposes) to include:

Rose Petal and Orange Peel - good luck, attraction to find a new place

Basil and Rosemary - abundance of green space (and funds)

Borage and Juniper - something to help protect against scams and overpricing

Ginger - catalyst / energy to a quick and easy closing process

Orris Root and Marshmallow Root - gentle persuasion for an accepted offer

Vervain - general home blessing

Breathe your wish into the jar and cap it, then seal with twine and wax and perhaps a lucky charm. You might even use one of your bespelled candles for the sealing, that might be a nice touch. Put the jar out to catch sunlight or moonlight, whichever resonates most with you. (My practice tends toward the lunar.) Keep it somewhere safe and keep searching!

Hope this helps and best of luck to you!

[reaper-bloodmoon]

TSAMS Continuity AU: First Friend

Location: Sun and Moon's Old Room In The Daycare

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Dazzle: Hiii friend!

Sun: H-Hi Dazzle, buddy. Um...I have a bit of an...odd question, heheh..

[Sun is obviously still intimidated by Dazzle, but not as badly after learning Dazzle liked him and kept the plushie of him.]

Dazzle: Ooo kay~! What question, friend?

Sun: Um...do you know anyone named Teek Gator?

Dazzle: gasp Ooo yes, I know Teek, Teek was first friend but now they not friend anymore, make me sad...

Sun: Oh...aw, I'm sorry bud...why aren't they your friend anymore, do you...remember?

Dazzle: Mmhm...was lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of days and nights ago, remember being their friend when they work here.

Sun: Oh my god they're actually way older but still are very kid-like okay okay... O-Oh...

Dazzle: Didn' wanna hurt friend, friend was already all hurtie....

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Location: Superstar Daycare Basement, Before Sun And Moon Were Even Completed....

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Dazzle: Teek, friend, you down here?

[Dazzle soon comes upon Teek, who's twitching rather violently, one of their optics glitching out violently as well.]

Dazzle: Friend...okay?

[Teek perks their tail up and slowly turns to face Dazzle, their expression one of shock.]

Teek: D-D-Da-a-a-azz-zz-zzle?

Dazzle: Voicebox hurtie?

Teek: ...E-E-E-Every-y-y-y-ythin-n-n-ng hurt-hurt-hurts, Dazzle....t-t-t-the glitch-itch-itch-itches in my system-m-m-m, the viru-u-u-u-u-u-uses, I don't feel like myself-elf-elf!

Dazzle: Wanna help friend...but can't...

Teek: ...Why...? Why c-c-can't you help me-e-e-e, Dazzy?

Dazzle: Fazbear hurt me if I no de...commission...you. Don't wanna hurtie, buh don't wan' friend hurtie anymore either!

Teek: ....W-W-What? Decommission-n-n?

Dazzle: Fazbear think you're unfixable, buh I still think friend is fixable..buh...

Teek: ...Traitor!

[Before Dazzle can even defend themself, Teek attacks them in a blind glitch and virus fueled rage. Dazzle tried to fight back, but ends up more broken, eventually shutting down from how much damage there was...]

Teek: ....Dazzy...

[Teek holds a remorseful look on their face, picking up Dazzle with some difficulty.]

Teek: I'm-m-m-m sorr-orr-orry....I j-just-ust-ust...I don't want to-o-o die-ie-ie...!

[Teek takes Dazzle away from the Superstar Daycare Basement and into a secret passage within the walls, setting them down before going into hiding themself.]

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Back To The Present In Sun And Moon's Old Room In The Daycare

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Dazzle: I don' think Teek wan'ed hurt me, buh they did, they were all mad.

Sun: I-I figured.....also they...h-had a nickname for you?

Dazzle: Met them when I woke up for first time, they kind then, um...nothin' like now...

Sun: Wait wait, you know what they're like now? I mean, I've heard what they're like considering they helped create the new "mean version of me", but...y-you know...

Dazzle: Hurtie got worse an' they lonely. I too scared to approach again, bugs an' viruses an' glitches an' loneliness effect them lots.

Sun: ....Thanks for telling me, Dazzle. I think...I think Moon could maybe help them or...maybe Monty. I mean, Monty is their younger sibling-

Dazzle: Ooooh! Maybe can be friend with them! Maybe they like Teek then! An' mean back before hurtie was worse.

Sun: Eeeh...

Dazzle: Hm?

Sun: Well...you'll see when you talk to them, Dazzle.

Dazzle: Yay new friend!

Sun: Heheh...yeah....

[mioyeo]

8 Makes 1 Team

No matter how different, without one of us there is no 8 makes 1 Team

Synopsis : In which 8 boys build a friendship despise of their differences with the help of a psychiatrist

Pairing : psychiatrist! Reader x Ateez (for now )

Themes : angst , mental struggles, fears , Disorders etc

Warnings : this chapter includes mentions of ,slight abuse , toxicity ,mentions of toxic friendship ,crying , aggressive staff , deep talk , boundary crossing , yunho being a little oblivious , please tell me if I forgot something , and I’m not romanticizing disorders in anyway and this is pure fiction meaning this doesn’t represent Ateez in any type of way

And I would like to apologize and just like to explain that after I post the chapters of you guys getting to meet the patients (Ateez ) there will be back stories as to why they are where they are and etc , besides I do my research before writing about these disorders and other things

Tag list : @veneziamadness , @hcyaa , @sadcoffeecritic , @aapplepii , @lavishloving , @dogsongy

Also if you want to be added to the tagging list for the next chapter comment so I can add you

Word count : 1,6k

MEETING YUNHO

𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝟬𝟱𝟳𝟲

𝙉𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙔𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤

𝗕𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲: 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝟮𝟯,𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟵

𝗛𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 : 𝟭.𝟴𝟱 𝗺

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 : 𝘽𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 : 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 , 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 , 𝘚𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

Giggles where heard as the teens sat on the couch of the quality time room

" What is your super favorite color of all times ? "

" Me and Duri like the color red "

The boy smiled and nudged his friend

" What do you think about marvel ? "

" Duri and I prefer Harry Potter actually "

The boy smiled again looking at the other kid across of them

" Mhm why do you always respond everything for him ? can't he talk ? "

" Because we are best friends an-"

" I don't think he's enjoying it at all "

" Well you don't know Duri more than I do "

" It seems like you don't know him as well as you think you do Yunho "

The boy snickered before continuing the puzzle

" I know everything about him , and we've been best friends for 2 years since we met here "

" Yunho stop it "

" No he's trying to question me on our friendship  ! "

He yelped in anger and threw the puzzle down

" Bro are you nuts ?! It took me an eternity to build this now it's ruined "

" I am not crazy , and you where questioning me on my friendship with my best friend "

" Yunho please stop this nonsense"

Duri whispered to his friend as embarrassment rose up his face

" Your weird if you are letting yourself get bossed around by this crazy ass "

" I-I am not letting myself get bossed by him it's just that he doesn't have anyone else "

" Well that's ok , I have you and that's enough "

The boy smiled softly and snuggled himself on his best friend who sighed

" Are you that oblivious? Dude he doesn't enjoy you leeching onto him all the time let him breathe "

The kid yelped getting frustrated at the scene

" Yunho please let go of me "

" But you like when we cuddle "

" Yunho please "

The boy let go of his friends arm as anger took over his face

" Are you choosing him over our friendship ? "

" That's not what he sai-"

A loud thud was hear and a scream

" Don't you interfere!"

" Look what you have done Yunho "

" Duri I-I "

" Enough ! You make me insane ! Why do you always scare away people that try to befriend me ?! "

The boy yelled at his friend who started shedding tears

" D-Duri I-I'm so-orry but- "

" I don't care about any buts , you can't get violent with people because their opinions don't sit right with you ! "

" But he was making me look bad ! "

" He's not making you look bad ! It's just what you are and you just don't want to realize it "

Duri helped the other boy up who sobbed over his painful throbbing arm 

" I-I'm not bad "

" Yes you are ! Not only that but your toxic and annoying! I don't even know how I held out two whole years with you ! , just being with you makes me want to jump from a bridge! "

Yunho gasped as he looked up to eye his best friend

" Gosh this felt good to say , it's just that you keep making me feel like I'm an object "

" What do you me-ean ? I thought you liked my cuddl-"

" That's the thing ! I don't , just like I hate the color red and Harry Potter! you keep  assuming things and making up fantasies about us "

" Your crazy and weird a-and-"

" Why are you acting like everyone else when you kno-"

" I've had enough of playing your friend , I felt bad for you but now you just get on my nerves "

Duri sighed and shook his head

" You don't know what boundaries are and how to accept a no , so please find someone else to boss around and that will cope up with you "

" N-No don't leave I’ll stop the cuddling ! "

He fell onto his knees with tears as he watched the boy walk out the door

" I-I have no one else "

The boy looked at the door with hope to see his friend walk back in and hug him and that everything was just a huge misunderstanding

" Go to your room , you know your not allowed to be alone here "

" M-My friend will come back "

" Than wait for him outside "

The guard sighed annoyed as he approached the kid

" I can't leave he won't know where I am so I need to stay here "

" Listen, your making my job harder than it already is so please leave befor- "

" I told you my friend Duri will be back ! "

" Well I don't give a damn about your friend Dumi or whatever his name is now go out ! "

The guard yelled back and tried holding the boy to drag him out but was suddenly bit

" Stop ! "

The boy yelled when he was yanked up and gripped by the shirt

" Now listen here you little freak ! i'm not gonna repeat myself anymore , it's either you go out while I'm being nice or you'l-"

" Or he'll what ? "

Y/n stormed towards the guard and freed his hands from the boys hair that immediately hid himself behind her

" Is this what they pay you for ?! "

" Miss I was telling him that- "

" It doesn't matter if you where telling him something this isn't a justification to use force on these kids ".

“ But he bit me ! ”

" I know it’s not right but you out of all people know that your not supposed to use violence against them "

She sighed and took the boy by his hand and walked back towards his room after the guard assigned to his door let them inside

" May I know why you bit him ? "

" H-He was being mean ! "

" And why was he being mean? "

" I was waiting for my friend Duri to be back a-and "

He suddenly looked up to her and sobbed loudly while hitting his bedsheets

" H-He doesn't want to be friends anymore "

" What happened between you both ? "

" This boy ruined our friendship it's all his fault ! Now he is Duri's best friend ! "

" Calm down first and than tell me everything "

He nodded and fiddled with his fingers

" Duri said that I-I'm toxic and that he doesn't want to be friends anymore because I don't let him breath but he's not dead he breathes just fine and I don't understand why he said that "

The boy hiccuped

" Did he tell you what you did that made him upset ? "

" He said tha-at I'm annoying and that I am always making him feel like he's an object "

Y/n sighed and extended her hands for him to hold

" What is your name ? "

" Y-Yunho "

" Yunho do you know what boundaries are ? "

He shook his head and wiped his nose

" Boundaries is something that points out or shows a limit or end "

" I don't really understand "

He sniffed and looked at her with curiosity

“For example ,what are some ways you could let me know you don't like it when i hug you without asking ?"

  She looked at him and waited patiently as he looked puzzled with his own thoughts

" I can say stop ? "

" Exactly, now what do you do if someone continues doing it ? how would you feel ? "

" I would feel sad that they don't stop or push them away and say it "

" See , what if I bought you a present and said you shouldn't open it until I'm back but you do it anyways how would I feel ? "

" Sad and angry at me "

He answered lowering his head down ashamed

" Hey don't lower you head , did you open a present without my permission? "

Yunho shook his head and looked up again

" So why did you lower your head than  if you didn't do anything wrong ? "

" I don't want to upset you "

" Yunho it's ok , did you realize how your friend must have felt because you didn't respect his boundaries ? " I think he was really upset because I didn't listen

" I think he was really upset because I didn't listen when he said stop to hugging or alone time "

" People are in charge of their own bodies, and it's not okay to touch them if they don't want you to, just like it's not okay for someone to touch you in a way you don't like ok ? "

He nodded

" Just like if I touch your hair or open something without your permission? "

" There you go I hope you learned something from this small talk we had

She smiled and held her hands up for a high five

" Do you promise me you'll try to respect other peoples boundaries ? "

He nodded clapping her hands with a smile

“ Who are you ? ”

“ I’m your new psychiatrist Y/n , I’m here to help you now ”

“ Do you want to play cars with me ? ”

“ I’m afraid our time will be over soon ”

He nodded and took out some plastic toy cars from his pockets

“ You can be the color yellow ”

He gave her the car

“ This is the car that my brother Gunho gave me before coming here , it’s beautiful right ? ”

“ It indeed is , well Yunho i need to be on my way now but I’ll see you tomorrow ”

“ Do you have to leave already? ”

He looked at her sadly before gripping her hands in order for her not to go

“Don’t worry I’ll pick you up tomorrow for breakfast , is there anything you want to eat ? ”

“ Are you really going to be there ? ”

“ Dont worry sweetheart I’ll be there I promise you that ”

She ruffled his hair softly

“ I want to try apple jam on my bread ”

His eyes lit up as he clapped loudly

“ Ok buddy I’ll try to find apple jam for you ”

She chuckled and waved goodbye before leaving

Getting to know patient number 0576

[petitelepus]

yandere whirl freaking out when femme reader tries to break up with him?

"I think we need to take some time apart..."

Whirl, who was pouring you a glass of high-quality Engex that he had stolen from Swerve's warehouse, froze.

"What?" He blinked and you wrangled your hands together, a nervous habit of yours.

"I want alone time... Without you..."

"Why?" Was the only world he could think of and say at the given moment.

"I just... I'm not happy Whirl..." You swallowed a pile in your intake.

You loved Whirl, you really did, but what he gave you wasn't what you were looking for in a relationship.

"So what the Pit, you're just going to leave me!?" Whirl shouted, his temper flaring, "Is there someone else!? Are you cheating me!? Is that it!?"

You winched as he raised his voice and you wanted the ground to swallow you. You had no one else, but you knew he wouldn't be able to listen to the voice of reason now.

You had to get out now.

"I can't talk now Whirl...!" You swallowed as you got up from his berth and made your way toward the exit of his room.

You made it to the door when Whirl' grabbed's hold on the heavy bottle of Engex tightened and he slammed the bottle against the back of your helm.

You felt pain, but you also felt yourself losing control over your frame and your world turned dark as you lost consciousness...

~~~~~

Slowly, you started to gain your consciousness back, but you couldn't remember what had happened and the back of your helm hurt like Pit.

You tried to move your hand and touch the painful area, but you found that your arms wouldn't move.

Groaning, you forced your optics online. Okay, you could see that you were lying on the ground. What happened?

You tried to move your hands again, but they wouldn't budge. You looked down and saw that your arms and legs were tied with heavy chains.

You blinked owlishly as the panic slowly settled in and you started to trash in your bindings.

"No use trying to struggle." Came a familiar voice and you looked aside to see Whirl staring at you hauntingly with that golden optic of his.

What had happened? You were so scared! You tried to call for him, but the voice that left your mouth was pure incoherent statics that made no sense.

"You know, you learn a thing or two when you're a Wrecker." Whirl said as he got up from his seat and grouched next to you.

"One thing for example is how to make mechs talk." He said as he lifted his strong claw to your face and you flinched in fear, but he just gently traced the tip of his claw against your cheek.

"Another is how to keep them quiet."

That's when you realized it. Whirl did this. Whirl hurt you. At first, you couldn't believe it, but the evidence was right there. He told it himself.

You tried to call for help with your comlink, but you couldn't find anyone else's signal. You looked at Whirl and he shook his helm.

"No use trying to call for help, I blocked your comlink. It's just you and me here."

Your voice...! What happened to your voice? Did he do something to your voice synthesizer?!

You tried to talk, but instead of words coming out, the static voice came instead.

"Oh, you want to speak?" He chuckled as he reached toward your intake, and you flinched in fear, but that didn't stop the flyer.

Whirl pressed the tip of his claw against your intake and suddenly you felt like you could talk again.

"Speak." He ordered and you tried.

"Wh- hirl...!" You tried to talk, but each syllable hurt like a knife was twisted at your intake.

"Yes?"

"I- I'm... orry...!" You whimpered pathetically, coolant tears burning behind your optics...

"You say that but you don't mean it." Whirl said as he pulled his claw away from your intake, taking your ability to speak with him.

"Not yet anyway, but at some point you will be begging me to take you back." He snorted and you felt tears falling down your face.

What would happen to you? Just what would he do to you?

"Hush hush..." The blue Autobot tutted at you as he gently moved the tip of his claw over your cheek, catching a tear with it.

"Ol' Whirlie is going to take good care of you..."

[kitakami-zorua-kin]

i - i'm so sorry - i didn't - i didn't know i'm sorry i - i should've - should've been there - i care i do i'm sorry - i didn't know - not again please i'm sorry not again i can't - i'm sos orry i should've been there i'm sorry i didn't know i would''ve been there if i knew i would've i'm so sorry i didn't know- rus? shit - rus, bud, you alright?! i - i'm sorry so sorry i didn't know not again they never should've fished me out i can't help anyone should've juhst left me in the sea- i'ms sorry i didn't know i care i do i'm so sorry i- i can't do it again i can't do the fucking kitakami trip again please i'm so sorry i'll be there next time i swear- fuck

[livelaughwhump]

Worthless - Part 4

Masterlist | Previous

Content: dehumanization, pet whump, emotional whump, self-deprecation, degradation

For those that didn't see my character update:

Elliot (he/him) = Whumpee

Lyra (they/she) = Caretaker

Christian (he/him) = Whumper

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Lyra didn't know what to do.

When they had first rescued Elliot from Christian's captivity, they hadn't considered what Christian had done to him. Regardless, never in their wildest imagination would they have considered this.

The sight of Elliot sobbing, trembling, and begging to be punished made Lyra's blood boil.

How could someone do this to another human being?

Elliot sniffled. "I'm s-so s-orry, Lyra," he sobbed. "I-I didn't m-mean to-to-"

"Hey," Lyra soothed, running her hand through Elliot's hair. Elliot gasped and flinched at first before leaning into the touch in the same way a dog would. Lyra's heart broke. "It's okay. I'm not crying because of you. I-" Lyra struggled to come up with some kind of excuse, though they assumed Elliot would believe almost anything they told him. "I-I just remembered this, uh-this really sad book I was reading." Lyra cringed at her obvious lie.

Elliot slowly met Lyra's gaze. "R-Really?" he asked, whimpering when Lyra pulled her hand away.

Lyra smiled and nodded. She didn't like lying to him, but she feared he would only think worse of himself if she told him the truth. "Really. I'm not upset with you. You haven't done anything wrong."

Elliot sniffled and averted his gaze. "I'm-I'm sorry for-for assuming."

Lyra tried to smile as genuinely as they could. "Don't be sorry, sunshine. I could never be upset with you, I promise."

. . .

As much as he wanted to, Elliot didn't believe them. He wasn't as stupid as he thought he was and could clearly see through her obvious lie. He didn't want to tell them that, however. He knew that calling them out would only make his situation worse.

Elliot's lower lip trembled. "O-Okay," he stammered, his voice sounding even more pathetic than it usually did.

Worthless mutt

You can't do anything right, can you? Pets are supposed to be dumb, but you take stupidity to a whole new level. Why would anyone want something as stupid and useless as you

The voice of Elliot's captor echoed in his mind. He could see the tall, imposing frame of the man that haunted his nightmares. He could see him laughing at Elliot's uselessness just before he swung his leather whip at his worthless pet's back.

The sound of Lyra's voice brought Elliot back to reality. "Why don't we skip the movie night idea and just get you straight to bed? You've had a hard day."

Elliot's stomach dropped.

They don't want to hang out with you anymore. Who can blame them? Seeing you like this probably disgusts them

Elliot's trembling didn't slow. He refused to look up at Lyra as he gave a gentle nod, scared that if he spoke, he'd burst into tears again and disgust her even more.

Lyra smiled and breathed a relieved sigh. "Okay, then come on. Let's get you to bed." Lyra gently helped Elliot to his feet and carefully led him to his room. Elliot kept his eyes down the entire time, stray tears leaking out of the corner of his eyes. He sniffled and wiped them away before Lyra could see. He had really been looking forward to hanging out with them, but it wasn't his place to argue. They didn't want to be around him anymore. He would just have to accept that.

Elliot's room was relatively barren. He faintly remembered having numerous posters on the walls, a bookshelf in the corner, and a tv mounted to the wall before he'd been kidnapped. He supposed the team had sold all of his things when he'd disappeared. He didn't mind, though. A bed and a room was more than he deserved.

Elliot plodded towards his bed, Lyra's hand on his shoulder. "Would you like me to stay with you until you fall asleep?"

Elliot looked up at her and noticed the dark circles under her eyes. She was clearly exhausted, and Elliot didn't want to make it worse. He shook his head. "You don't have to," he said. "I'll be okay."

Lyra's expression dropped into something like disappointment, but Elliot thought that wasn't possible. Surely, she'd want to get away from him as soon as possible.

Lyra nodded in understanding as Elliot crawled beneath his warm comforter. "Okay," Lyra said. "Well...if you need anything, I'll be in the other room, okay?" Elliot nodded, but refused to look at them. "El?" Elliot glanced up. Lyra tilted their head. "Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

Elliot nodded again, and the words yes, master nearly escaped his throat.

Lyra pursed their lips. "Okay," they said again, making their way towards the door. They flicked the light off and whispered, "Goodnight, sunshine." They waited in the doorway for Elliot to respond, but he didn't. Instead, he clamped his eyes shut and held a shaking hand over his mouth to keep from crying.

Lyra sighed and slowly shut the door. Once Elliot could no longer hear the sound of her footsteps, he completely broke down, sobbing as quietly as he could manage.

You stupid bitch. Not only are you so useless that you can't even have a bath, you made Lyra cry! They were the only person that cared about you, and now they hate you too. Stupid, worthless dog

Elliot hugged his pillow, trying to muffle his sobs.

Bad dogs don't deserve beds or pillows or blankets. You deserve to sleep on the cold floor like the worthless mutt you are

Elliot slowly opened his eyes. He couldn't disagree with the voice. A particularly loud sob escaped his throat when he threw the comforter off his legs and slid to the floor. He left the pillow atop his bed and crawled into the corner of the room. He whimpered as he curled into a fetal position and cried himself to sleep.

. . .

Lyra was usually the first awake. Being the designated parent of the team, they always made sure to get up extra early in order to make breakfast before the rest of the team woke up. Today, however, they got up even earlier than normal because, in addition to making the team breakfast, they wanted to do something special for Elliot. They'd hardly slept, too consumed with worry to find it within them to relax.

Listening to poor Elliot cry for half the night didn't help. All night, Lyra wanted to go into his room and comfort him, but she could tell that he was trying to be quiet. She figured, if she let him know that she could hear him, it would only make him feel worse.

Lyra smiled at the tray of food they had prepared for Elliot. They had made his favorite breakfast for the first time in over a year. Hopefully, they hadn't messed it up.

Lyra carried the tray to Elliot's room, intending to spoil him with breakfast in bed. However, that plan was quickly ruined when Lyra opened the door to find Elliot's bed empty. Their eyes widened, fear overcoming their senses, until they noticed movement out of the corner of their eye. That was when they found Elliot curled up into a little ball in the corner of the room, fast asleep.

Lyra was confused. She specifically remembered him getting into bed.

How did he get all the way over there?

Lyra slowly drifted over to him, careful not to make any sudden noises. She guessed that Elliot had become a much lighter sleeper in the time he'd been gone, and as much as she wanted to wake him, she didn't know if she'd ever see him look so peaceful again.

As Lyra stepped closer, the floor creaked beneath her weight and Elliot's eyes snapped open. He gasped and scrambled into a sitting position, pushing himself further into the corner. "Please, please," he begged, hiding his face behind the shield he'd created with his arms. "Please, don't-don't hurt me, p-please." Lyra stepped back, stunned by his reaction. He quickly got into a perfect kneeling position, pressing his forehead to the floor. "Pl-Please. I-I c-can be good."

Lyra's heart sank. "Elliot?"

Elliot flinched and risked a glance up, only then seeming to realize where he was. He pushed himself off of the floor and bowed his head in shame, his face turning red. "I-I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't-I didn't realize it was-it was you." His voice cracked in several words and Lyra was sure he was about to cry, so they quickly changed the subject.

"I made you some breakfast," they blurted. Elliot glanced up through his sandy blond bangs. Lyra settled themself in front of Elliot and displayed the tray they'd prepared for him. "I hope it's still your favorite. I got up extra early just to make it for you."

Lyra had hoped that doing something special for Elliot would make him smile, but instead he looked so terribly sad as he stared at the food. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered.

Lyra's smile faded. "What did you mean?"

Elliot looked away from Lyra's gift. "I'm sorry you wasted so much time and effort on me. You didn't have to."

"I know," Lyra said. "But I wanted to. I wanted to do something that would make you happy. I miss your smile."

Elliot hunched his shoulders. "Master said my smile was ugly." Lyra's blood started boiling again at the mention of that title. No matter what they told him, Elliot wouldn't stop calling his kidnapper that. "He said humans are supposed to be pretty, so-so that means I must be...something else."

Lyra couldn't help the anger in the words as she said, "Do you believe that?" Elliot shrugged. Lyra tightened her jaw. "Well, personally, I think your smile is beautiful."

A bit of the tension in Elliot's shoulders seemed to relax, but only slightly. "Really?" He squeaked.

Lyra felt their heart melt. "Yes, sunshine, really."

"You're-You're not just lying to make me feel better? Or-Or so you can laugh at me behind my back?"

Lyra shook their head. "I would never lie to you, Elliot." It looked like Elliot wanted to say something to that, but instead, he kept his mouth shut and lowered his head. Lyra nudged the tray closer to him. "Eat your food, buddy. You're skin and bones."

Elliot flinched. "Master said he liked me better when I was weak and pliable. He said I was prettier this way."

Lyra sighed. "Well, you're not with him anymore, El. He's not here to make you feel bad about yourself." Elliot looked down at the tray of food that was gradually growing cold. "Please, buddy. If it would make you feel better, I could eat with you? I made enough for both of us, just in case."

Elliot tensed again. "Are you sure?"

Lyra smiled sadly. "Yeah, of course. The rest of the team can make their own breakfast for once. I want to spend my morning with you."

Elliot lowered his head again, but Lyra was able to catch a glimpse of the small smile he was trying to hide.

-

I decided to add a little more comfort into this one, as last chapter was especially whumpy😊

Also, my characters finally have names! Yay! I just felt like it was easier to write characters with names🤷

Taglist:

@l-antre-des-merveilles @pigeonwhumps @nicolepascaline @burningkittypoet

[cloudcountry]

Hi! Sorry I couldn't attend the wedding (it's sleepy time here)

As an apology, here's the link to the Spotify playlist I made for the wedding

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6MspieiPYV2XV7kU08oc2n?si=uJfq-6D-QwaYF7o5ZHQlAg

There's two Bisaya songs I put there (they're too romantic I can't help it 😭)

Here's their respective lyric translation I made:

Dodong by KZ Tandingan

Inday by TJ Monterde

Again, sorry for not attending!

IMS ORRY I HAD TO TAKE LIKE A FIVE MINUTE BREATHER WHEN I SAW THIS BECAUS EYOU MADE A WHOLE ASS PLAYLIST?!??!?!?!?!? FOR ME!?!?>!?>!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?1

DONT APOLOGIZE ITS OKAY <3333 PLEASE GO SLEEP AND HAVE LOVELY DREAMS YOU DESERVE IT!!!!!!!!!!

I SAVED IT SO QUICK THANK YOUS O MCUH I WILL LIVEPOST LISTENING TO ITW HEN I GET AROUND TO IT I PROMISE THANK YOUS O MUCHHHH THIS IS SO THOUGHTFUL AND SWEET IM GONNA CRY!??!?!?!?!?!?!?

everyone's doings o much work for me :(((( i hope you know how grateful i am everyone. i'm so sorry i cant express it enough but i hope you know im so thankful i have peopel like you in my life!!!!!

[todbit]

self indulgent cat morty doodles😸

[calamai]

honeyedcomb replied to your post: warxiwarxi replied to your post: ...

((^^ Facts… that he’ll completely agree with so long as he’s not left alo n e pl ea se

[minkmousesworld]

i’m so s orry to have to leave something so negative in your inbox like this; but my mother has just told me i’ve ruined her birthday. that she’s disappointed, that she’s sad, that’s she’s hurt. that i’ve failed to keep a lid on it for other, i’m selfish and i hurt others. my throat is won’t budge, and i cannot breathe. it’s so bitter, to have to hear your own mother say this. i’m sorry, i’ve no other solace

star

it's okay, gorgeous! If I saw you, I would kiss your face, so I think I can consider you at least a close acquaintance? In any case, I would like to consider you like that.

anyway, the most important thing right now is to make sure you feel better and drink some water. of course, water won't make the situation better, but water is never superfluous, huh? let's get you something to drink, even if you've been drinking before, honey star.

we need to sort out your throat first. I would advise (if you have cold hands) to put them on your throat (just put them) or lie down with your eyes closed and feel your heartbeat, thinking only about the heart.

it's normal that you want to share what happened or your feelings with others - we are all social beings, we all need to share our feelings. it's better than storing them.

if you want to cry, or scream into a pillow, or hit/strangle/bite a pillow, or paint a leaf (or draw something? how about flowers?) — don't hold back. we need you not to torment yourself with thoughts that make you feel bad, but to give away the negative.

I understand that you are now hurt, sad and disgusting, and what happened was very painful, and you can obsessively think about it, but this does not mean that you should hurt yourself. it will only make it worse. you're the only one so adorable and you have to take care of yourself, because there's only one such jewel on earth, you know?

no one in the world will find another like you, so you must first take care of yourself and your well-being and safety if you want to take care of others. to begin with, get rid of emotions. if there is devastation after that, that's fine - from personal experience I advise you to use things that make you happy. if you want to vent aggression or resentment again, just do it.

I can't really give substantial things to help or support, but- hey, it's okay to be selfish, you know? a doctor will not be able to take care of patients if they does not take care of themselves, because only they have the appropriate skills. you have to think about your minimum needs first and only then about others.

it's normal and mature - first you, then your loved ones. no one will take care of you but you.

even your mother in this situation first took care of her feelings and was "selfish".

so, um, well- it's definitely not you who should be worried about being selfish.

I understand that you're worried that you've ruined everything, and I'm sorry that I don't know what to suggest, because I'm just on the colder side and other people's feelings are not my concern if I don't take responsibility for them.

I most often take the side of "well, yes, I messed up, lol," because this allows me to go to the same line. well, yes, ruined it- and? so what? well, you messed up and messed up, so you won't mess up the next one, since you already know what not to do. any experience makes us more experienced, it's strange to shame or blame you for that.

you did what you did, you can't bring anything back. shrug your shoulders, you wouldn't have done anything anyway, you don't know how to go back to the past. only other people are responsible for their feelings.

it's bad that she accused you, but she spoke for herself and for her feelings in a strong rise, not for the facts. raw feelings almost always hurt. if she spoke as facts, it means that she is manipulating you - you know, that's not exactly the kind of thing you should worry about either.

just - let go. you didn't do better and couldn't have done better - then to hell with this situation, videos with cute kittens won't look at themselves and giyuu with kyojuro won't breed themselves, you know? in addition to bad thoughts, you have a lot of worries and things that need to be done! <3

mwah don't forget about water gorgeous, I'm always glad to see you♡♡

[the-hoarse-bard]

The King was still at his table in the theater when I got back. He looked up from what seemed to be a letter of some kind as I walked over, "What do you have for me?" I took a seat at the table, "Orris was staging attacks on his customers and playing hero. His buddies would show up, look threatening and then he'd fire off some blanks at them and they'd fall over." The King pocketed the letter and dropped some caps in front of me, "Yeah, that sounds about right. Don't worry, I'll have some boys take him off the street later. Thanks for the eyes, kid."

I scooped up the caps, and The King rested his chin in his hand, "Something up? I'm still up for some action if I could help with it." He sighed, "Well, if you're sure... There's a problem in Freeside. Been a problem a long time now. NCR folk have been moving into town what with the war and all, the locals don't like that so they rough 'em up, the squatters don't like that so they do it right back. A whole cycle of hate. This time, it finally looks like the hate's gotten to me. A couple friends of mine were found banged up pretty bad last night. They're over at the Mormon Fort if you wanna take a look. Honestly, I'd rather this not end in violence. This cycle needs to come to an end sooner rather than later. See if you can find who did this, and I'll see if we can come to an understanding." I nodded and made my way back out onto the street.

The Followers pointed me straight to the right tent when I told them The King had sent me. There were three men in the tent, one in a bed, a young man standing over the bed looking quite angry, and an old man in a chair with sad eyes. They looked at me as I walked in, the old man spoke first, "What do you want? Can't you see we're looking after our friend here?" I explained as I took off my hat, "The King sent me. He wanted me to look into the attack." The old man's face softened, "Oh, that's different then. How can I help? I'd do anything to get the bastards that did this."

I asked, "Can you tell me anything about the attackers?" He thought a moment, "Well, they were big guys. Young, too. None of them looked half my age. I was mostly face down in the dirt, begging for my life, when it happened, so I only got a quick look at them." I hummed, "So, when did the attack happen? Where were you?" The old man relaxed a little, "It happened at night. Around eleven, I think. We had made some caps off a bit of scrap we found, and wanted to invest it wisely. As we were leaving the Wrangler, we must've made a wrong turn and ended up in the squatter part of town." He crossed his arms, "From out of nowhere the big guys show up and start barking questions at us. Wanted to know if we were locals. The kid there's about as proud a local around here can be, and started yelling back at them. Then all hell broke loose. The kid got the worst of it, sad to say."

The young man next to the bed came over, "That true? Did The King really send you?" I nodded, and I asked, "Did you get a good look at the attackers?" He shook his head, "I'm not really sure what I can add. They were a bunch of guys. They were better dressed than most Freesiders, I guess. That help?" I sighed, "Every bit helps. Thanks for your time, I'll leave you alone now." The young man looked a little downtrodden, "Sorry I couldn't be more help. Especially since you're being so nice." I turned to leave, but then he stopped me, "Hey, wait! I just remembered something. I might've heard one of the men call another by name. We had just about had it when one of them said 'Hey Lou, we gotta go.' At least I think he said Lou. It might've been something else." He crossed his arms and scratched his chin, "Now that I think of it, he said Lou-something. Something with a T... That's it, he said Tennant! Lou Tennant!" The old man sighed loudly and put his hand on his forehead, "He probably said 'lieutenant', Wayne. The boy means well, but he's as dumb as a rock sometimes." I took out a notepad and pencil, and wrote down what Wayne had said, "That's a big help. Thank you both for your time." The old man waved me off, "It's no trouble. And thank you for helping us like this." I headed back to The King with my findings.

[multifangirl995]

Drunk

Hi!

So this is my first story on here, it'll probably be bad but oh well.

Yes my original character is based on Rosalind (Rosa in this) Franklin, who was a female chemist in the early 1900's.

Pairing: Newt x fem!originalcharater

Warnings: None really, just fluffy stuff in this one maybe drinking? idk

POV: Newt (1st person)

Word Count: 1,741

Enjoy! <3

~ R xx

*****

"Newt!"

I glance up from my weeding to find Gally strolling up, a large jar in his hands. Wiping my forehead, I straighten back up and dust my hands on my pockets.

"Hey shuck-face, whatcha' got there?"

He holds up the jar, sloshing the liquid inside around, "Your favorite! Fresh for the festival tonight!"

"Good that! How much'd you make?" I asked him, taking the jar from his fingers.

I take a big swig of the drink inside, feeling it burn down my throat I shake my head.

I don't think I'll ever get used to that

"I made an entire keg mate, be prepared for drunk Gladers"

I laughed shaking my head while Gally ran off. ***** "I hope you're decent, I'm coming in" I shouted, walking into Rosa's hut

She giggled, looking up from her work, "Hey shank"

A sprawl of papers were scattered around the desk, pens and erasers in the mix. A small lamp sat on the corner of the wooden slab providing a brighter light to work with. Her smiling figure swiveled the chair to face me as I sat on her bed, "Ready for the bonfire tonight?"

I only nodded, laying myself back on her bed.

"You know- You have the softest bed in The Glade. Be grateful"

I bring my chin to my chest to see her rolling her eyes.

"Just sleep here if yours bothers you so much"

My mind takes that wrong and I burst out laughing.

Y/N chucks a pen at me, giggling along, "Not like that you slinthead"

"I-I'm so-orry-y" I manage out between laughs

"Just help me find my brush so I can go tonight yea?"

****

I could feel the thumping of the drums in my lungs while I squeezed through the crowd of smelly boys.

Standing on a log, my eyes search the crowd for Rosa. I catch a glimpse of her dark hair and hop down to make my way back through the stinky group.

Her eyes finally meet yours and she stumbles over.

"Newtieeeee" She slurs, stumbling over to me, "You know that stuff Gally makes that you seem to like? Well I like it too" I chuckle at my best friend, "Good that, Rosa. Looks like you've started without me"

She simply nods, struggling to take an uncoordinated sip from her jar.

"Do you really think you need anymore?"

She places a hand on my shoulder with a sympathetic look, "Oh my dear Newtie. It gets much worse, I'm only tipsy."

I nod, fearful of the night ahead.

***** "Rosa! Get down!" I shout up to the crazy girl

She runs her hands down her body yet again, "Never Newtieeee"

I huff, glancing around at all the Gladers cheering her on.

You see, Rosa decided she was going to "dance" for everyone. When she informed me of this - and I encouraged it - I thought it'd be more of a Macarena type thing. Something I could laugh at.

Little did I know, this woman meant twerking for all the Gladers to enjoy.

And trust me-

They were enjoying it.

"Dumb shuck- making me do- I can't believe- Slinthead-" I mumble curses and insults under my breath while walking up to the log.

I hop onto it with her, bring her over my shoulder, and carry her off. Contrary to the protests of the Gladers.

Horny Bastards

I feel her fists banging my lower back.

"Newton! Put me down right now!"

The anger in her voice was evident, but I didn't care at the moment. Too many people could see what I know she would care for them to, and I wasn't going to let a little drinking hinder her conscience.

"Rosa, slim it. We're going to your hut and that's final."

She groans in annoyance and gives up, flopping against my back.

We make it to the hut fairly easily, only a few more protests come from Rosa on the way there.

I lay her down on her bed, watching as her eyes flutter considering she's half-asleep. I slip off her shoes and tuck her under the covers before walking away.

I reach the curtain at the door when I hear a faint whisper

"Rosa?" I spoke quietly, "Did you say something?"

I heard another whisper, so I tiptoe over to her bed

"Was that you talking?"

The boys were still shouting and being rowdy outside, but nevertheless, I could hear her whisper again.

"Please stay Newt"

The words sent heat to my cheeks, but I nodded and began to lay on the ground beside her bed.

Rosa peered her head over the side of the bed, eyes still barely open.

"I meant up here shank" Her words only slurring a bit

I brought myself back to my feet and watched as she scooted over, making room for me.

Once I had climbed in and made myself comfortable, Rosa apparently took that as a sign. She rolled over and snuggled herself into my chest, arms wrapped around my torso.

The gesture made butterflies erupt in my stomach but I pushed them away and wrapped an arm around her.

"Go to sleep"

A few moments of silence followed and my eyelids decided to drift close.

The sound of the boys outside had died down to a small chatter. Enough that I could hear the fire crackling, followed by a little laughter. My love for the Glade jumping through me, I begin to smile.

It may not be our dream to be here, or our choice, but we're taking what we have and making it work. It's become out home. Our safe place.

At least to me it is. I'm not sure about the other shanks but I'm quite happy here. I've my hut, my friends, my work, and Rosa.

As for her, I can't speak. She seems content to me but a bit jumpy lately.

"Newt?", a small voice interrupts my thought

"mmm?"

"I love you"

A shoot of happiness struck me.

She loved me?

Like a friend or a lover?

Hope rose in my heart at the proposal, realizing I didn't know which.

"I love you too, I'm glad we're friends." I replied, my voice shaky, looking for and answer to my mental question.

I look down at her, even in the dark she was gorgeous.

Her dark black hair, covering half of her face, lie stuck straight as usual. Silky as ever. I never really appreciated the freckles littering her face, they're so adorable.

Her small voice spoke up again, tired, "I meant the other way"

The statement pricked my ears red.

So she *does* like me.

No no, she said she loved me.

But she's drunk.

Drunk words are sober thoughts though...right?

My mind argued with itself for a while before I finally gave up and made my decision.

****

The sun beat down on my neck while I put down fertilizer.

My mind still churned with thoughts of last night, second guessing my decision to confess to Rosa. But I'm determined.

Wiping the sweat from my forehead with my dirty arm, I stalk over to Rosa's hut

I knock on the wooden doorpost, shaking my bad leg anxiously. I heard her chair scooting out and footsteps to the door. The curtain was pulled back and I saw her.

As beautiful as ever.

In that split second, I noticed her dimples. How they dipped into her cute, chubby cheeks. I noticed the worry lines. I probably caused some of those, but even with them she was perfect. I noticed her eyelashes. How curly they were, even without trying. I noticed her eyes. A brilliant green, bright and swirled with a wonderful blue. The sun shown on them, her pupils retracting at the new light. I noticed the wisps of hair surrounding her face. A perfect dark frame for her tanned skin.

"Newt? What are you-" She began to speak, but I took my moment of courage.

Grabbing the sides of her face, I smashed my lips to hers. Both of our lips were rough from the heat of the Glade but it was the perfect mix.

I could tell that I had surprised her at first.

Her arms flung up, but didn't push me away. Her lips unresponsive, but they were still there.

I quickly released her face. She could pull away if she wanted.

But she didn't.

I began to detach, ready to preform the speech I'd rehearsed all day. Confessing my love, how much she meant to me, all that sappy shuck stuff.

As soon as she noticed me doing so, she came out of her shock-shell. Her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer, lips beginning to move against mine.

My arms moved to her waist while we stumbled back into the hut, ignoring the "ooh"s from the nearby Gladers.

I could feel her fingers slide into my hair, twirling and playing with it. The sensation sent shivers down my spine.

My hands moved up and down, memorizing how she felt. On my hands. On my lips. In my hair.

I wanted to stay like this forever.

Unfortunately, we both need air.

When we pulled back, I kept my eyes closed for a moment. I opened them, Rosa's eyes began to frantically search mine.

A few moments of silence followed, both of us searching for any answers.

"Newt- what-"

I cut her off again, pressing my lips to hers again. More gently this time. It was only for a moment before I let go.

"I love you,"

I whispered it under my breath, knowing she'd hear.

I sat praying to the Creators, waiting for her to respond, my eyes closed.

For a moment she didn't make a noise.

But I heard her whisper back.

"I love you too. Always have."

My heart exploded. Joy filling me completely. I brought my lips back to hers.

The kiss filled with love, joy, relief.

The kiss reminded me of her laughter.

The kiss reminded me of her dancing.

The kiss reminded me of a sunny morning in the Glade.

The kiss reminded me of bonfire nights.

The kiss reminded me of birds singing.

The kiss reminded me of everything good in the world.

The kiss reminded me of her.

I pulled back, only to take a breath and begin to peck all over her face.

"I."

peck

"Love."

peck

"You."

peck

"So."

peck

"Much."

*****

So uhm, yea. the end.

I hope you liked it!

Love you all!

~ R xx