#I'm trying to HELP you... not get ME in trouble!!!

[leighsartworks216]

Not Hurt, Just Bleeding

Sylus x AFAB!Reader

It's that time again, I fear. Some word choice inspired by @comatosebunny09 I couldn't help myself ;p

Warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, menstruation, blood, panic, teasing, kissing, cuddling

Word Count: 1,532

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You wake up slow. Warmth surrounds you, bringing with it security. Even as consciousness catches up with you, you feel no need to open your eyes to check your surroundings. You know exactly what you'll find there, and you know nothing could possibly hurt you here. And yet, perfectly safe behind dozens of security measures, you bleed.

That's what really wakes you up; the wet, slick feeling between your legs. Your heart drops into your stomach with a resounding thunk. Already, you know it's too late. You know Aunt Flo got the drop on you this time.

You open your eyes, bleary and anxious. Sylus is pressed right up behind you, hugging you close in his sleep like an oversized koala. You try not to panic at the thought of getting blood on him.

Prying him off of you is an uphill challenge. You hold his hands as you peel them off your body, sliding his arms back behind you until you're free enough to slip off the side of the bed in an unceremonious heap before he can try grabbing you again. Freeing your hands is another story altogether, but you eventually manage, that wet feeling running down your leg. You're half grateful the blanket covers the mess you've left, saving you the trouble of seeing how big the mess actually is. The other half is screaming about his expensive sheets, his custom-made mattress, and the blanket he bought just for you after you complained how cold you got sleeping over.

You tiptoe-run to the bathroom, desperate to keep Sylus as oblivious to your struggle for as long as possible. He'll find out eventually. There's no way you can slip the covers out from underneath him to clean them with his stupidly huge body in the way.

Your pants are ruined. You throw them in a heap on the floor as you preemptively run the water for a shower and sit on the toilet. It's all a mess of red. Aunt Flo must think she's hilarious when she twists your uterus tightly, like wringing out a wet rag. You try not to cry as you double over yourself, praying that this is all just a nightmare.

You try to be as quick in the shower as possible. Sylus's body wash permeates the steamy air as you scrub any remaining trace of blood from your skin. You're extremely careful when you hop out not to get blood on his pristine white towels.

You cringe as you grab underwear and pants from the hamper, unwilling to run out bare and risk dripping more blood where it doesn't belong. You toss your sleep shirt back on and settle for dealing with your bloody clothes later. You've left Sylus in the dark long enough.

You don't expect him to frantically rush toward you the moment you step out of the bathroom.

"Where are you hurt?" he barks. His eyes are wide and panicked. You've never seen him like this before. Even in the most dire of situations, he's always been calm and level-headed. Backed into a corner with a smile. His hair is frazzled, hands trembling as he grabs your wrists, turning your arms over in search of open wounds.

"Sylus, I'm fine!"

He frowns, lifting up the sleeves to see your shoulders. "There's blood all over the bed, don't lie to me," he bites, voice dark and dangerous. He pulls down your collar next, then grabs the hem of your shirt to lift it up.

You grab his hands, trying to shove them down. "No, I'm fine, really! I'm not hurt!"

He shakes his head. Your hands do nothing to stop him as he lifts up your shirt and feels along your waist, your back, your hips. For so much blood, there must be a wound. Someone must have snuck in past his defenses, stabbed you or something, and then-

You grab his face and pull his attention to you. "I'm on my period!"

Everything seems to still for a moment. His wide eyes stare into yours, burdened with the last vestiges of sleep that weren't chased away with the shot of adrenaline in his system. His heavy breaths pant between you both. His hands slowly release your shirt and rest on your sides, one under the fabric and one over. You look at him imploringly, waiting for it to sink in.

Then, he sighs with utter relief. His eyes close as he hunches down to press his forehead against yours, his weight sinking into you as he hugs your body to him. "You're okay," he breathes.

You nod lightly, pressing a peck to his lips. "I'm okay." You comb his hair back. He's worked himself into a sweat in his panic. You wonder just how long he's been awake for. "I forgot it was supposed to start soon. I was trying to clean up before you woke up."

He opens his eyes to shoot you a disapproving look. "Wake me up next time, sweetie. I don't enjoy waking up to a puddle of blood where my partner should be."

"Clearly." You offer him a sheepish smile. His lips crack into one of his own with a soft chuckle.

He begins to pull away. You expect him to turn around and start stripping the bed, but instead he just hugs you closer as he buries his face into your neck. You try to imagine what he must look like, back hunched as he nuzzles into you like a cat. He breathes in deeply. "You smell nice."

"It's your soap."

He hums. "You should use it more often."

You laugh and tug on his hair, push against his shoulder. "We need to clean up before the blood soaks in too much."

He sighs. You think he may just ignore it to keep holding you here, but he reluctantly lets you go and stands up to his full height. He presses a last kiss to your forehead. "Finish doing what you need to. I'll deal with it. There's product in the cabinet. I wasn't sure what kind you used, so I just got some of everything."

You raise a challenging eyebrow at him. "'Everything'? What if what I use isn't in there?"

He chuckles. "Then I'll go get some. Just say the word."

You linger in the bathroom doorway, just watching as he pulls the blankets off and examines them for blood. Thankfully, they were spared. The rest certainly were not, as he undoes the corners of the fitted sheet and tosses them into a pile. A reddish stain still lingers on the mattress, and for a moment you feel that sinking feeling again. He'd told you before that he had his mattresses custom ordered. Who knew how long it would be before he'd get another one in?

He's completely unfazed, however, as he pulls out his phone and types up a message to someone. By the time you get a proper change of clothes and come back out, Luke and Kieran are hauling the old mattress out the door and a new one rests in its place, already covered in a clean sheet. Sylus is tossing the pillows back at the head of the bed when you sneak up and hug him from behind.

"Where'd you get this bed from?"

"One of the guest rooms," he tells you. One of his hands rests on yours, while the other reaches out to direct tendrils of his Evol in carrying the blanket over. He could do it himself, of course, but he'd much rather stay within your arms.

You kiss his back between his shoulder blades. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

He hums. His fingers stroke the back of your hands. "Don't worry about it, kitten." Blanket in place, he turns around, his hands gravitating to your waist. You see the mischievous glint in his eye too late. "I already know how you can make it up to me."

He lifts you up with ease and tosses you playfully onto the bed. You bounce on the fresh mattress with a laughing squeal of his name. He chuckles as he crawls in after you, wrapping you up in his arms as he smothers you, nuzzling against you like a giant house cat. He rolls over to have you lay on top of him, where he can massage your lower back and feel your weight against him.

You're grinning from ear to ear when you push yourself up to look at his face. "And what's that?"

He drags the blanket up around you. "Stay in bed with me all day."

You roll your eyes, but you slump back down onto his broad chest, wrapping your arms around him as best you can and scooting up to bury your face in his neck. He smells just like his bodywash, mixed with something musky and rich. You press a kiss under his jaw. "Alright, I agree to your terms."

He kisses your head. You can feel his smile as he does. His hands are much more skilled this time around as he massages your lower back, soothing away the cramps Aunt Flo brings. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement."

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[ariestrxsh]

pervy!bsf!chris x innocent!bsf!reader

᧔•᧓ content warning: smut, innocence corruption, degradation, panty stealing, pillow riding, vouyerism, masturbation, chris thinks about you while having sex with another girl

᧔•᧓ summary: after chris witnesses a private moment you had with your pillow, he steals the pair of your panties you had on

requested/inspired by this ask ᧔•᧓

dividers by @/bernardsbendystraws

Creeping

chapters: | 1 |

"You should have seen her face," Chris told you, the corners of his lip turning up in a conceited smile. Your very experienced best friend was sitting at the edge of your bed beside you, recounting his most recent sexual encounter to you in great detail. "Eyes rolled back in her head while she took it like a little slut," Chris gazed into your eyes, leaning in and wetting his lips.

His seductive stare made your heartbeat quicken, and your body temperature rose. "While she took what like a little slut?" You innocently asked, crinkling your nose. You had a vague idea, but you were dying to hear him say it. "My cock, silly," Chris chuckled at you, nudging you in the arm.

You were a virgin, and Chris knew this. Despite never having had sex, you were very curious about the subject, and it always piqued your interest, the way Chris talked about sex. "Do girls like that? When you call them a slut?" You wondered aloud. "Depends on the girl. Some can't get enough of it," Chris replied, his voice thick with lust.

"I don't know if I'd like it. I mean, I'm not one," you giggled. "Well, I think you really like when I tell you this kind of stuff, so I don't know. You might be a little bit of a slut," Chris teased you, immediately sending blood rushing to your cheeks and a wetness between your legs. "No, I'm not!" You gently shoved him, trying to conceal your embarrassed smile. He could tell you liked it, but you weren't sure if you were allowed to like it.

"You're right. Only a little slut would wanna hear me talk about how I filled up another girl and watched it all drip out," he snickered, watching the way you blushed at his words. You bit your lip, and a micro-expression of desire slipped into your facial features. You couldn't help the way your body was reacting to him.

Chris grew hard from watching your reactions to his escapades, especially because he knew you'd always had a big crush on him, and he knew how much you liked picturing him in such a compromising position despite the fact that you tried to hide it. "You're imagining it, aren't you?" Chris taunted you, reading your body language and searching your features with his blue eyes.

"I am not!" You huffed in response, denying his claim and crossing your arms over your chest. "If you say so," Chris said, remaining unconvinced. "Well, I'm gonna head out. I'm going to see that girl again," Chris responded, getting up from your bed and pulling you into a long hug.

You felt a range of emotions - incredibly turned on by the images he'd just filled your head with, but you also felt jealous and heartbroken. You couldn't help the way you felt for Chris, and you desperately wanted to be the one that he was doing all of those things to. However, you knew he was a player, and you figured he'd only ever go for the experienced girls anyway.

"Stay out of trouble while I'm gone, hmm?" He joked, ruffling your hair. After he kissed you on the forehead, which awakened a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, he took off down your stairs and out your front door.

He got into his car, turned the key in the ignition, and rolled down his windows, letting the fresh air in. He was right about to turn on some music when he patted both his jeans pockets in search of his phone only to remember he'd left it in your bedroom. He sighed, cutting the engine and making his way back up to your house.

He knocked on the door and waited a few moments, but when you didn't answer, Chris decided to let himself in. It's not like he could call you.

He climbed back up your stairs, his heavy shoes hitting the ground beneath him as he hurried. He wandered down your hallway, heading towards your room. He could see his phone sitting face up on top of your vanity through the crack in the door. "Hey, I -" Chris started to say, but as he nearly entered your bedroom, he abruptly stopped and watched in awe.

There you were on your bed, eyes screwed shut, eyebrows pinned together, and lips parted as you straddled your pillow, rocking your hips back and forth. You were using one hand to stabilize yourself on the bed, and the other was clutching your breast through your shirt. A smug smile crossed Chris' face as he peeped on you from the hallway.

His hand immediately flew up to his hard cock, and he started gently palming it as he fixed his gaze on your expression. No wonder you hadn't heard his knock or his voice before he'd nearly walked in unannounced. You were completely immersed in pleasure, grinding away on your pillow.

You bucked your hips faster, reaching up your blouse and gently rolling your nipple between two of your fingertips, unknowingly flashing him the underside of your breast. The boy you were fantasizing about while doing such a vulnerable thing was still staring at you through the crack in the door, mouth wide open and eyebrows raised.

"Oh, fuck," Chris quietly whispered to himself as the scene unfolded before him, reaching into his jeans and wrapping his fingers around his cock. He started pumping his hand over his length, every once in a while, lightly brushing over his tip that was beginning to gush with precum.

Your breath was picking up, your hips were moving back and forth at a faster pace as you felt the wonderful tension in your lower stomach. "Oh, Chris," he heard you hiss as your whole body trembled. You came unraveled, moans unfurling from your lips as you threw your head back. You were completely lost in the throes of ecstasy, your thrashing hips starting to slow to an unhurried grind.

A satisfied smile crept across your face as you glanced down at the wet spot on your pillow case. Chris immediately stopped jerking off, worried you'd look up and see him through the crack in your door. He tucked his erection back into his pants and hurriedly closed his zipper.

You tugged the pillowcase off and threw it on the floor. You pulled yourself to your feet, your legs still feeling weak and wobbly from your intense orgasm. Chris watched as you faced away from him, pulling down your bottoms and tugging off your shirt, discarding them on the ground next to your soiled pillowcase.

He admired your curves, taking in the sight of your perfectly shaped ass and the way it bounced as you walked into your connected bathroom. You shut the door behind you, a click sounding as it latched shut, and he heard the shower kick on. His eyes were drawn to the mess of clothes in the middle of your bedroom floor.

There laid the band t-shirt you'd just had on, the cut off shorts you were just in, and the pink panties you were just wearing. He creeped into your room, leaned down, and picked your underwear up off the floor. They were pretty and silky, and Chris immediately noticed the soaked spot on the front of them.

A faint smirk graced his features as he stuffed them into his back pocket. He was so enamored with what he'd just seen, he nearly forgot his phone, the whole reason he'd come back in the first place. He slipped back out before you had any idea.

Once you got out of the shower, you gathered the pile of clothes. You were about to throw them in your hamper and take them to do your laundry when you noticed an important item was missing. You started to search around, looking under your bed, under the floor mat in your bathroom, and you even started to question if you'd even worn underwear that day, which would have been strange for you not to notice you'd forgotten to put them on.

You eventually gave up on finding them, certain that they'd turn up at some point, and you walked off with your hamper to go wash the rest of your clothes. Chris found himself in his most recent hook up's bed, bending her over while he took her from behind.

Things had gotten so heated between the two of them so quickly that they hadn't even made it all the way out of their clothes. Chris had lazily pulled his date's thong to the side with his pants still halfway on when he'd stuck his cock into her. The only problem was Chris couldn't get you off his mind.

He was in the middle of delivering a powerful thrust when he remembered he had your panties. Chris was usually against thinking about someone else when he was having sex with a woman, because he considered it rude, and he wanted to be fully present with the person in front of him, but it felt like he had no control over what happened next.

He retrieved the silk fabric from his back pocket, admiring how pretty they were once again. He couldn't stop thinking about the fact that they'd had direct contact with your pussy and how you'd soaked through them while thinking about him. He closed his eyes and pressed the soft material up to his nose, taking a deep inhale, your arousal filling his senses.

He sped up his movements, his date moaning his name and begging him to fill her up again. He couldn't help himself. He kept imagining it was you beneath him, his mind swirling with how your cunt would feel stretching around him for the first time and how his name would sound leaving your lips in your most desperate moment. It was almost too much for him to handle.

"Take it. Take my cock like the little slut you know you are," he whispered, pretending you were the one he was saying it to. "Chris! Don't stop!" The woman beneath him practically screamed as her pussy started rhythmically clenching around his length. With your panties still balled up in his fist, Chris came, pumping his date full of his warm, sticky load with the thought of you humping your pillow and moaning his name still lingering in his mind.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, driving his dick as far deep in as it could go into her before coming to a stop. "Wow, Chris. That was amazing," she breathlessly said, slumping forward into her pillow as she recovered. A smirk spread across his lips. He loved hearing how good he was from his satisfied partners.

He quickly shoved your panties back into his back pocket, cleared his throat, and pulled out. "Fuck, that never gets old," he whispered, watching his seed overflowing from her hole and spilling out onto the sheets. "You're such a perv, Chris," his date laughed, rolling her eyes, secretly loving that about him. "I'm not as pervy as you are slutty," he shot back, chuckling and pulling up his boxers and his jeans. "Can't argue with that," she said, smiling as she shifted around her bed to face him.

"Hey, are you okay? The sex was great and all, but you just seem preoccupied, like you're mentally checked out or something," she asked, cradling his face while her gaze met his. Chris' eyes quickly veered away from her's, a bit of guilt seeping into his conscience. He liked getting off to you, but he didn't like thinking about you when he was with another girl, and he felt bad that she could feel his displaced energy.

"You know, I'm sorry. My mind is just kinda somewhere else right now," he admitted, shrugging. "Come on. Lay down with me. Let's talk about it," she said, covering herself in her sheet as she curled up into her bed. Chris shook his head. "I'm so sorry. I can't stay the night tonight. I have a lot to think about," Chris replied, grabbing his shirt off the floor and throwing it on. "That's okay. Maybe next time?" She smiled. He leaned in and kissed her. "Goodnight," he said before leaving her house.

Chris stepped out into the darkness. He heard the crickets chirping nearby and the distant sound of cars whooshing passed each other on the overpass. He unlocked his car door and collapsed down into his seat to join the rest of the late night drivers, wondering what had gotten into him and why he still couldn't get you out of his head.

[carawenfiction]

So...remember how I said in that update post how I might MAYBE do a TSS rewrite and post it for free?

"Maybe" quickly turned into "definitely happening". Instead of making it outside of COG, however, the finished product that's already published will be updated with the rewritten files. This means that if you've already purchased TSS through COG, you'll have the rewritten version available. That's how I originally intended to go about things with the old rewrite and is the better option here to avoid potential complications.

I've been in contact with COG and they've let me know that I'd be able to do what I have in mind even if this results in a different wordcount and very different scenes/plot points and a different kind of main story.

I realize that this announcement is probably pretty jarring since my last post stated that I wasn't sure about doing a rewrite but that I wanted to if I had enough time. After making that post, I started creating an outline for the rewrite mostly for fun...and one thing kind of led to another. I want you all to know that I wouldn't be making this post at all if I wasn't sure about this. It's because I've already begun the process and feel incredibly motivated and inspired that I can do this that I'm making this announcement.

This rewrite is not going to be like my old attempt at a rewrite, though. It's an entirely new one that I feel much more confident about.

So far I've written the outline for the rewrite and started reworking already existing scenes from chapter 1 as well some new ones. I'm happy to say that the difference between how the rewrite process felt years ago compared to now is like light and day. It seems like those years I've taken away from TSS were very healthy and helpful in giving me some distance and letting me figure out what kind of story I really want to tell.

My plan is to rewrite book 1 and then make 1 full continuation after that. Instead of a trilogy, it looks like this version of TSS will be 2 volumes, but that doesn't necessarily mean that it'll be shorter than originally intended. I think it's more doable for me to rewrite the first book (starting from scratch while also using some already written scenes, since I've been assured I'm allowed to do so) and then make 1 complete continuation of it rather than trying to fill stuff out over 3 different entries, and I think it'll serve the plot and story as a whole to do it that way.

That being said, I fully understand that some - or most of you - might have trouble trusting my word after me failing to do the rewrite I wanted to years ago and not delivering a second book. That's completely fair. This time I'm not rushing things and I don't feel any pressure to do this. It's not something I do out of dislike for the original, but rather out of love for what it could be and what I could make it into, if that makes sense. I'm taking as much time as I need to and am not putting any pressure on myself to do this.

My other project takes priority right now so I can't dedicate all of my time to the rewrite, but I'm working on it when I have time over or get stuck. It's actually pretty nice to alternate between two different stories that have different settings and has helped a bit in avoiding writer's block.

Here are some differences between TSS and the TSS rewrite (most of the changes I made to the old rewrite no longer apply):

The rewrite will be told in second-person point of view ("you" instead of "I"). The reason for this is that when I first started TSS I was really unused to the second-person POV, but after having spent years in the IF space it's now the other way around. It'll make writing much easier for for me, and I hope it won't feel too jarring for people who are used to the first person POV.

The Shadowman and Jealene (now "J") will both be genderselectable just like the main cast. The Shadowman will be genderselectable later on, though - it might sound strange but I think it makes sense when you have more context. J plays a bigger role than they did in the original and their personality is a bit different in this version.

Some side characters (such as most of the hideout) will be cut. This is because they felt really underdeveloped to me in the full game and didn't serve much of a purpose. Instead I'm focusing more on the main cast + a few key characters to ensure the story plot stays focused and you get more time to develop bonds of various kinds with the main cast instead.

The relationship system will look a bit different. Instead of bars showing a percentage of approval, I'll write a description of each character and what they think of you. The descriptions will shift when the character starts viewing you differently, whether that's due to rivalry, romance or friendship. My hope is that this will allow for a more nuanced relationship system/descriptions. I'll also adjust the options a bit to try and make choices more nuanced and am thinking of including the option of having ex. a heart next to a romantic choice for those who want to know for sure what they're getting into. The different responses (such as shy, flirty etc.) will stay but some of it will probably be reworked. Essentially what I want to do is allow for a wider range of MCs and how the characters respond to the MC.

The MC is going to have more agency in certain ways. I've included something plot-relevant to the main character that can potentially change the dynamic between them and the group a bit, but it all depends on how you play it.

The tone might be somewhat different. Not entirely, of course, but there are some parts of the old TSS where the characters sound a bit younger than they are supposed to be, where tension and seriousness has been sacrificed in favor of humor and where some of the interactions aren't the way I would prefer for them to be. I've gotten older since writing TSS (gasp) and my tastes have changed, as has my writing to some degree. In order to do a rewrite I'd have to write in a way that's most enjoyable for me and that I feel best fits the story I want to tell. That's not to say that there isn't going to be silliness etc., but I'm adjusting the tone somewhat and putting more time and effort into descriptions and the writing overall.

The narrative will be different, even though the overall story itself will mostly stay the same. I'm keeping a lot of elements and also aim to introduce new ones that I believe will strengthen the story and make it a more enjoyable game overall.

I think those are the main differences I can give away right now without spoiling anything. I'll make sure to post updates when I've got more to share! Once the demo for the rewrite is finished, I'll post it on the forums and link it in an intro post on here.

Thank you all for sticking by me throughout the years. I hope you'll find some comfort in returning to this world, as well as new things to ponder and excite you in this new upcoming version of the story <3

The Azuridia and Quaiel chibis are done by the amazing madebysalfi

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug like angel incorrect quotes yet again

miguel version

honestly could also be read as non bug like angel idk

Kidnapper: We have your daughter

miguel: I don’t have a daughter?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off her sandwich?

miguel: Oh god, you have spider!reader

spider!reader: This is miguel, he's… not my assistant, some other word.

miguel: I’m her carer.

spider!reader: Yeah, my carer. he cares so I don’t have to.

spider!reader, trying her first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY!

miguel, an avid coffee drinker, on his twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

miguel: spider!reader, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

spider!reader, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than her size: Spooky.

spider!reader, very tired: Can I sleep in your bed?

miguel: *half asleep* spider!reader, this is a queen-sized bed. That means it��s for *gestures vaguely to himself* the Queen.

spider!reader: School sucks.

miguel: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job.

spider!reader: What are jobs like?

miguel: They suck.

spider!reader: Holy shit, miguel, do you know what this means?!

miguel: Kid, whenever you start doing this, nobody knows what you mean.

miguel: Are you ever going to listen to me?

spider!reader: Yes. Absolutely.

miguel: When?

spider!reader: When you're right.

miguel: Why are you like this??

spider!reader: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

spider!reader: You believe me?

miguel: spider!reader, you’re the last good person on this planet. I‘d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

miguel: What are you doing here?

spider!reader: I could ask you the same question.

miguel: I live here. This is my house.

spider!reader: I should probably ask you a different question.

miguel: I'm going the fight the next person who insults spider!reader.

spider!reader: I hate myself.

miguel: Alright, square up.

spider!reader: Bitch.

miguel: Blocked.

spider!reader: Wait unblock me I need to tell you something.

miguel: Unblocked.

spider!reader: Bitch.

miguel: I can never give spider!reader shit because I’m jealous of them. They look at their life and say, “Sweet! This is perfect!”

miguel: I look at my life and say, “Welp. Time to get drunk.”

spider!reader: I want a trip down memory lane.

miguel: *proceeds to grab every warrior cats book they have and sets them in spider!reader's lap*

miguel: I heard you needed these?

spider!reader: YES! ALL OF THEM!

miguel: In the past year you have managed to piss off the LAPD, ATF, CIA, FBI-

spider!reader: NBA.

miguel: …?

spider!reader: Snuck into a Cliffords game.

spider!reader: I got grounded for a whole week just because I came home late.

miguel: Well, you deserved it. I mean, getting everyone's hopes up like that and then showing up again.

miguel: You’re alive.

spider!reader: No need to sound so disappointed.

spider!reader: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

miguel: Why are you eating dirt?

spider!reader: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

miguel: spider!reader, no.

spider!reader: spider!reader, yes.

spider!reader: Here comes the lightning!

spider!reader, whispering: You've got to imagine it coming out my fingertips, wherein I am an almighty wizard.

miguel: Ok, currently imagining that. Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all.

spider!reader: Am I in trouble?

miguel: Take a guess.

spider!reader: No? miguel:

Take another guess.

spider!reader: So what’s for dinner?

miguel: I can’t tell you, it’s a soup-prise!

spider!reader: …

spider!reader: Is it soup?

miguel: I soup-pose it could be! *winks*

spider!reader: Please, enough with the soup puns!

miguel: Wow, you’re soup-per mean.

spider!reader: STOP! *one hour later*

spider!reader: It’s fucking tacos?!?!?!

miguel: spider!reader, are you drinking… drinking hydrogen peroxide?!

spider!reader: It says H2O2! That means it’s the sequel to water!

miguel: spider!reader, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.

spider!reader Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

miguel: *Turns on the kitchen light*

spider!reader: *Sitting at the table, eating bread*

miguel: It’s four in the morning.

spider!reader: Turn the light back off.

spider!reader: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group.

miguel: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine?

spider!reader: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.

spider!reader: *is throwing stones at miguel's window*

miguel: You have a phone for a reason, spider!reader!

*THUD*

miguel: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

miguel: *very seriously* You need to stop doing weird things to cope with the stress. Going outside might help.

spider!reader: I went to the park today.

miguel: There you go! I hope you got something from that.

spider!reader: *opening their coat* This duck.

pt 1 cause theres gonna be more i js ran out of image space

[secret-moonstruck]

──── Fatal Trouble | l.hs

Weekly challenge: Fantasy x Aphrodisiac (secret-moonstruck&callmemonster68)

paring: friend!heeseungxfem!reader ㅤ|ㅤ genre: smut ㅤ| ㅤ(Masterlist)

SYNOPSIS : ➺ Y/N and Heeseung have always been friends. But some idiot friends made a bad joke, but it ended up being good for them. Leaving Heeseung desperate and Y/N as a good friend needed to help.

「Warnings」: oral sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, drugs, overstimulation.

Going out was never something that Y/N liked much, she preferred to stay at home and relax, but her friends insisted on going camping, a ridiculous idea, according to her, but they used Heeseung to convince her, they knew how she always gave in to her best friend's requests, and that's the only reason she ended up going to camp.

- They're taking their time. - Y/N was worried. - They left so long ago.

The sun would soon set, and Heeseung and the others hadn't returned yet, they had gone hiking, but Y/N and two other friends didn't want to go so they stayed at the camp waiting for them.

A smile flashed across Y/N's face in relief when she heard distant laughter and the sound of approaching footsteps, they were finally heading back. But her smile disappeared when she noticed how Heeseung looked strange, lost, like he was drunk or something, his friends laughing at him, it irritated her and worried her at the same time.

- What did you do with him? - the anger in Y/'s voiceI wasn't clear as she approached them. - They went hiking and brought him to me drunk?

- I wish it was alcohol. - one of her friends said angrily. - These patients drugged him.

- WHAT? WHAT DID YOU DO? - Y/N was furious.

She moved closer to hold Heeseung who was almost collapsing, but he backed away a little, leaving Y/N confused. Especially when his friends started laughing.

- It was just a sweet treat to give him a little courage, he's very stuck, it was already tiring that he didn't have an attitude. - said her friend's boyfriend, Y/N couldn't understand what he meant.

Ignoring how Heeseung tried to push her away Y/N held him, she could feel how feverish his body felt.

- Please Y/N, don't make things worse. - Heeseung's voice was hoarse and came out almost like a whisper, his hands pushing Y/N trying futilely to push her away.

- I'm just trying to help you. - she replied worriedly.

Heeseung's face was flushed, his expression looked confused, as if he was scared about something, but his eyes were darkened. His body was shaking, he was very tense, hesitantly trying to move away from Y/N but at the same time he seemed to want to get closer. She didn't understand what was happening to him.

- What did they give you? - she asked him worriedly. But instead of an answer he looked away blushing even more.

- Well, maybe we can say that the candy had a more stimulating drug... if you know what I mean. - he replied mocking his idiot friend. - We can say that it serves as an aphrodisiac.

- You… - Y/N didn't even know how to argue anymore. - I can't believe they did that.

Heeseung's body became more tense, she was increasingly irritated when she noticed how embarrassed he looked, mainly due to the fact that everyone there was laughing at him more and more, it was too humiliating.

Without realizing it, Y/N's eyes traveled over Heeseung's body, she blushed noticing how his pants marked his erection, damn the effect was very visible. Now she understood why he tried to push her away…

Throwing one last angry look at her friends, Y/N turned around, taking Heeseung with her to get him away from that place.

- Congratulations Heeseung, it looks like Y/N will finally help you. - a voice laughed behind their backs while moved away.

A low groan came from Heeseung at the joke, and Y/N blushed when she heard it.

They were already a little far away, when he walked away from her, he looked be regaining some strength and balance.

- Is the effect wearing off? - Y/N asked hopefully. 

- I don't feel so dizzy anymore... - Heeseung turned away from her. - But I feel hotter, it seems to be getting worse.

Y/N's mind tried to think of what could be done, but when the solution crossed her mind, she pushed the thought away...she couldn't do that, no matter how many times she had thought about it, it would be unfair, it was too wrong, it would be taking advantage of the situation.

- Heeseung, I wish I had a solution, I could help you, but I can't think of anything. - concern was evident in Y/N's voice.

- You do know how to help me, Y/N. - Heeseung's hoarse voice made Y/N tremble, he couldn't be asking for that…could he?

- I am not…

- Please Y/N. - he asked, approaching, his face was covered with despair. - I need you...

Y/N was struggling internally, she wanted to help him, she really wanted to, but at the same time she felt wrong, and sad, he would never ask for this if it weren't for the drug. It wasn't her he needed, it was just relief. And he was your friend, but he was asking, maybe…

- You don't need me Heeseung…you just need relief. - Y/N rolled her eyes, irritated by the situation.

- No Y/N, you are wrong. This only happened because I need you. They did it to push me over the edge because they were mad that I wouldn't admit it to you.

Heeseung was close, very close, his fingers caressing Y/N's face, his gaze darkened by desire and desperation. His eyes traveling between Y/'s eyes and lipsN, o His face was burning, his cheeks were red, sweat was pouring down. He bit his lower lip as he silently begged for her. 

- Please Y/N, don't make me beg, I need you so much...for so long...but now I can't take it anymore. - he collapsed on his knees in front of her. - It hurts so much Y/N, please don’t torture me anymore…

Y/N's body shivered seeing the tears streaming down Heeseung's flushed cheeks as he stared at her there on his knees, begging for her.

Y/N smiled, enchanted by the sight before her eyes, she shouldn't think that, but Heeseung looked more perfect than ever in that state, his face helpless and desperate, she should feel sorry for him, but little by little, the pity was being replaced by something wrong.

She leaned over him, lifting his chin admiringly, she could feel him shudder under her small touch.

- I'll help you Heeseung. - As she said this she kissed his flushed face before her tongue wiped away his tears.

Heeseung's breath caught for a few seconds, entranced by Y/N's action.

Y/N laughed at his reaction, and then kissed him, a moan leaving his desperate lips.

Heeseung got up, without ever breaking the kiss, which became increasingly intense, more desperate, showing passion and desire that had been repressed for both of them for so long.

Y/N's feet moving forward as she pushed him against a nearby tree that was behind him.

- I said I would help you. - she said between her heavy breaths when she got far enough away from him.

Initially she thought about how fragile he seemed in his despair and how fun it would be to play with him a little, but her good side took pity on him, remembering the idiots in the camp humiliating him, she would help him, if she were to have humiliated him it would be for her, not for those idiots.

“Another time, another time.” Yes, she would be nice to him this time, but just this once.

Y/N tugged at his shirt, removing it, her fingers snaking across his exposed chest and abdomen, her nails running gently causing goosebumps. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the tremors that passed through his body, imagining what it would be like to have her nails mark his skin, the thought made him groan, almost a growl.

Heeseung was so lost in his thoughts that he was surprised when he felt the cold air against his now fully exposed body. Only to immediately feel the warmth of Y/N's hands around his aching cock, he sighed, a mixture of relief and anxiety, he needed to have his release soon, he had never felt like this, so desperate.

Leaning back against the tree, closing his eyes in pleasure as he felt Y/N touch him, he gasped in surprise when he felt her tongue running over the tip of his member, he opened his eyes, only to catch the perfect moment when her mouth enveloped him.

- Damn Y/N, I dreamed about this so many times. - Heeseung said as his hand grabbed her hair. - Your mouth was made for my dick.

His words making moisture spread across Y/N's already soaked panties, feeling his pulsing member against her tongue, filling her mouth.

- Yes... that's Y/N... - he practically rosnava feeling her give him pleasure.

The hands around her hair tugged occasionally, making her moan against him, sending vibrations that brought him closer and closer.

- So good….fuck Y/N…so close. - his every sentence was punctuated by a groan that echoed through the forest.

Y/N was sure that every second he was going faster, deeper, his movements were precise, making tears come out of her eyes, but they wavered for a few seconds, she felt him twitch in her mouth.

- Damn Y/N, I can't take it anymore. - that was all he said before filling himself inside her mouth, his head falling back in ecstasy, his eyes closed, enjoying every second as she continued sucking him, absorbing every drop before pulling away, only to lick his entire length, his eyes meeting hers at the exact moment his hand wiped the liquid running down his chin.

- I think I'm in paradise. - he said, looking at her in amazement.

Y/N noticed how his member was still hard, pulsing, waiting for more. She stood up and within seconds he attacked her, her clothes disappearing in a surreal way.

- You said you would help me YN, now you will to fulfill with your word.

Heeseung's gaze was hungry, almost wild, his voice made it clear that she had no options, and not that she wanted anything more than that, she was now almost as desperate as he was.

He pulled her against him, both of them collapsing on the ground against the tree while his lips were on hers in desperation, he kissed her as if it were a means of salvation. She let out a small moan as she fell onto his lap, feeling his cock rubbing against her wetness, her voice making him yearn for her even more.

Heeseung felt himself pulsating as Y/N moved on his lap, rubbing herself desperately against his aching cock.

- So you will me go crazy Y/N. - he said, his hands firmly holding her waist, not to stop her, but to encourage her to continue her movements.

- Heeseung, I need you inside me... - she asked desperately.

She had barely finished speaking when she suddenly felt him slide completely inside her. Making her emit a mix of scream and moan from the wonderful sensation of feeling every inch of him inside her.

Heeseung looked mesmerized, watching his dick disappear inside Y/N as she moved on his lap, he could cum right then just from feeling her devouring him, but he wanted to enjoy every second of that moment, and he wanted her to feel as good as he felt. 

Her head was tilted back in pleasure, and he took advantage, leaving marks and bites all along the length of her neck and collarbone. At the same time his fingers played with her clitoris, making her moan his name in desperation.

- Hee...I can't...Hee...I'm going to... - she trembled in his lap, leaning forward, bringing their bodies closer together.

What he imagined before was now real, he felt her nails digging into his back as she reached her orgasm.

That was the limit for him, feelingpressing it his member, while her pussy tightened, throbbing during her orgasm, the burning on his back and he felt the nails marking him. He then enjoyed again, filling her tight hole, the wet sounds echoing through the forest as he kept moving pushing his cum deeper and deeper inside her.

Y/N thought it was over, but he continued moving still hard inside her sensitive hole.

- Hee stop… - she asked almost in a whisper. - Heeseung is too much, stop.

She was clinging to his body, each thrust making her more and more sensitive, he was hungry, and each time he felt her contracting around him only made him harder and more desperate for her.

- You say to stop, but your body makes it clear that you want more. - he growled, increasing the pace, hitting her harder and harder. he serpenteou His arm wrapped around her waist and he laid her on the ground without ever moving their bodies apart or slowing his pace as his body pressed hers against the soft grass.

- I'm going to fill you so many times... it'll be a miracle if you don't leave here with one of my children.

Y/N didn't believe the nonsense he was saying, he was clearly a pervert with a kink for reproduction. But that only brought her closer to her orgasm, not because of what he said about her son, but with the idea of ​​feeling him filling her with him so many times.

- I… no…Hee. - her words were disjointed as she she was convulsing climaxing again, more intensely than before, too sensitive, as he moved mercilessly.

Her ragged breathing as she felt him reach inside her again.

- Already tired? - he asked pulling her doing she turns around, your back against his chest. 

She gasped, feeling him enter her again, his lips once again on her neck marking her as his.

- But we've barely started Y/N. I don't think the effect of this drug will wear off anytime soon.

Days later, Heeseung still felt ashamed of his actions that day, he became Y/N's obedient puppy, completely contrasting with how he acted under the influence of the drug. Y/N didn't think it was bad, even though she loved what happened that day, she also loved how he was so obedient to her. And she knew that deep down, beneath the sweet and submissive Heeseung there was the dirtiest and most dominant version of him, she loved the idea that at any moment she could push him to the limit and awaken that side again.

His phone rang with a notification, and when he opened the message it was a video...his friends had recorded them that day in the forest. Heeseung felt even more embarrassed, but watching the video sparked a new desire in him. A camera, he needed to buy a camera, he wanted to have recorded every detail, every expression, every sound that Y/N made while he pleasured her.

Y/N was right, she was living on edge not knowing when he would be the obedient good boy or when his dirtier side would awaken.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

[midnightshindig]

So if Cecil (through some magic SciFi bullshit or smth) ended up with viltrimite-style super powers, how do you think he'd deal with that? Would he keep them under wraps for the element of surprise or pivot into superhero training and end up with a better appreciation for his supes? And how'd he handle it personally? Would he have a Donald moment?

I just like shaking this old man

superhero!Cecil hcs!

okay this isn't x reader or anything i'm just spitballing

hcs under the cut!

Cecil is randomly bestowed upon powers

We'll say generic superhuman abilities, akin to but not as powerful as a viltrumite

maybe as strong as Oliver, we'll say

but he's MUCH more coordinated

He's had years of field training in non-powered combat

so now he's just showing off

initially he'd be so fucking freaked out

demands the lab keep him in working-quarantine (they lock him in an observation room with a walkie talkie and a laptop) to see if he's dangerous

he isn't

and then he goes to Donald like "What do I do with this? Do I.... become a superhero?"

and Donald's like "bitch stfu we need a leader and nobody else can do it."

So Cecil doesn't become a superhero per se

but he doesn't let his powers go to waste

He starts using his abilities-- which reach Mark's level of strength-- to help train his superhero on the field

It honestly helps him realize the limitations of his superheroes on a more tactile level

He never realized even those who can fly get exhausted

So he goes SLIGHTLY easier on his team

which boosts empathy and everyone gets along better anyways so yay!!

Cecil abuses the fuck out of his powers

especially flying

He still teleports in case of emergency, so why wouldn't he? but he's much more willing to fly to casual things like meetings and training and shit.

He lowkey starts beef with the air force

bc why should HE have to memorize THEIR flight patterns?

and why do they keep trying to shoot him out of the sky?

"Unidentified flying object my ASS- I'm wearing an American flag and I'm carrying my GDA license with me right now."

-- Cecil, after getting detained by the Air Force for flying across a training area

He's still so fucking bitter about it

Sometimes it freaks him out

he has trouble adjusting

He keeps breaking the handles off his coffee mugs bc of his newfound grip strength

Mark helps him readjust to his new strength

"It can be jarring at first- but! You'll get used to it in no time, I promise."

"Are you sure? I don't know that the country can afford for me to keep breaking computer mouse's and steering wheels with my bear hands."

"Just relax and treat it like it's delicate- because it is. Everything is delicate to you now. Treat it like you'd hold paper. Don't crumble the paper. That's all."

and his advice is actually really helpful.

Cecil is gripped with guilt for not leaving to become a superhero

He knows objectively his leadership saves more lives than his powers ever would

but it doesn't feel that way

all the indirect carnage he prevents pales in comparison to the people he watches die on his big screen

knowing if he'd been there he could've caught that little girl

or the teenage boy falling from a building

or swooped under the father about to be crushed by a bus

etc etc etc

he loses some sleep over it, I won't lie.

Donald notices

and can't help but intervene

"Sir, I know you don't care what I think... but you're not responsible for those deaths."

Cecil snaps the handle off his mug, taking a deep breath and delicately picking it up by the cup itself and taking a sip of coffee before setting the mug down

"the Hell I'm not, Donald. I'm not some feeble old guy making the calls anymore, I could be out there, saving people!"

Donald notices Cecil is arranging money to be sent to the family's of the victims from the most recent supervillain attacks on his computer

that's such a him thing to do...

"Sir... you saved multiple TOWNS of people by correctly mitigating risk and positioning the right people in the right places."

"And seven adults and three kids are still dead, Donald. That's never going to be okay no matter how many lives I save."

Cecil stands up, fixing his lapel "This isn't the trolley problem, it's golf. It's not about the lesser of two evils, it's about me doing my god damn job to the best of my ability. And my ability needs to be better." He slammed his fist onto the desk

"My abilities ARE better, damnit! and-" he noticed the fist-shaped crater in his metal desk

he sits in his office chair, pressing his back into his and sighing

"And I'm still not saving every life."

Donald doesn't have much to say to that

[ghouljams]

hey ghoul, this isn’t really anything sex / writing related but i’d still really appreciate some feedback because i’m kind of at a loss here.

the other night i got, like, super high off a 25mg edible while hanging out with some friends who were drinking. there were two sober people in the group. being high off my mind, i was somewhat conscious of what i was doing but was in no position to correct myself besides asking the people around me if what i was doing was okay / if i was making them uncomfortable.

there was one person there who i don’t know all that well and it was the first time i’d hung out with them. i was super high, and they were incredibly drunk. i know i was laying over them a lot since my body felt incredibly heavy and id get really close to their face, but in my delirium i thought we were on the same wavelength with the energy they were giving back to me.

however, when i apologized the following day for how i acted, they told me i made them very uncomfortable that night, and i felt horrible and apologized profusely, to which they said they appreciated my acknowledgment of my actions. after talking to one of the sober people there, they told me “you were kinda all over them :/“ but i cannot stress enough that i COULD NOT control how my body felt. im not in anyway excusing or downplaying my actions, i know how i acted was wrong even though i was intoxicated. and also, that same friend sat down next to me that night and told me i needed to “tone it down by like 30%” because i was kind of all over people, and i started crying and telling them that i can’t help it and that it was mean of them to say that to me when im so high.

again, i’m not excusing my actions, but i guess what im wondering, is at what point do the sober people become “responsible” of the actions of such an intoxicated person? at what point do they need to step in and put space between that person and everyone else, if their actions are truly making people uncomfortable?

i’m so sorry this is so much, and you don’t need to respond, but i need to make sure im not like crazy or anything.

As someone who has babysat a lot of super high people (on various substances) but has not done much in the way of drugs I would say that if someone looks like they're TOO INTOXICATED then the responsible thing is to make sure that person is safe. I cannot tell you the anxiety I had reading your ask and hoping you weren't going to say someone touched you or assaulted you in some way.

This is just my opinion as a former trip sitter (which isn't the same as hanging with a greened out friend) but uh your sober friends should have gotten you to a horizontal surface if they noticed you were having trouble keeping yourself vertical. Also really questionable to tell someone clearly far past their intox limit that they need to "tone it down." That's just unkind.

I am not trying to say that intoxicated people are completely absolved of their actions or can't control themselves, but if you are sober and see an intoxicated friend making bad decisions or making someone uncomfortable, then it's your responsibility as their friend to get them out of that situation. The same way you would keep your drunk friend from going home with a guy she just met, your friends should have done a better job taking care of someone who was too impaired to function.

The only thing you can do is what you have already done: apologize to the people you made uncomfortable and let them know that you'll try and make sure it doesn't happen again.

Look I've had plenty of rollers laying on me or petting my head, or rubbing their cheek on my pant leg, it's a thing that happens when people get high. I'm not someone who likes being touched, but I also am someone who understands that they weren't meaning to do anything that made me uncomfortable, they were just super fucking high and trying to find something to ground themselves.

[fallenclan]

Trans Crowflame Fic by Wizard Anon

"Um... Ma'am?"

Silverbelly turned around, the sound of a distressed cat automatically catching her attention. Ospreypaw was standing there, fiddling with her paws. She couldn't even open her mouth to reply when the apprentice butted in.

"I think I'm a guy, and I don't know how to tell my family! I know you're close to Featherpaw... So I hoped you could help me!" Silverbelly just nodded, she remembered that feeling quite well. She was only a little older than Osprey when she came out after all.

Silverbelly led Ospreypaw to the back of the den, sitting beside the nervous cat.

"Hey... It's alright, anything you plan can't be worse than what Crowflame did." She laughed softly, trying to relieve the tension.

"What did Crowflame do?" Ospreypaw knew the big, scary tom was trans, everyone did. He was very proud about that, but he never said how he came out...

~

"Mom! Mama!" Molesong came to a sudden stop in front of her parents, sharing tongues in the clearing. Pinefrost came to a more... Reasonable stop at her side. "Crowflame! She's hurt!"

Applebranch almost dashed out of the camp, only barely remembering to WAIT. (Silverbelly loved that about her). Several cats followed them, concern and worry murmuring over the camp.

Pinefrost and Molesong took the lead. No one questioned how calm Pinefrost was, of course. But if he was involved, then it must be serious...

"I don't know if Crow intended this many cats..." Molesong whispered, seeing the lump of fallen leaves they were headed for approaching faster than she thought.

"Better to tell lots at once." Pinefrost replied. There were very few cats who could get him to do things like this, but Crowflame was one of them.

Crowflame was laying half buried under fallen leaves. Flank as still as possible. Silverbelly rushed forward, but Crowflame popped up.

"Surprise! Your daughter is dead!"

~

Ospreypaw shook with laughter, fur rubbing against Silverbelly's as they laid side by side in the den.

"Did he get in trouble?"

"Oh yes. Goldenstar almost didn't let him go to the gathering that moon." She purred loudly, too old to care about being quiet anymore.

"But... Seriously..." Silverbelly draped her tail over Ospreypaw's back. "I know your parents, and I guarantee they'll love you, no matter what."

"Just tell them?"

"Just tell them."

-🧙‍♂️

(beetle note: yippee!!! this is so sweet and silly,,,, i loves it)

[specialmedicalcentre]

You're Doing Great

Kelsey was breathing so hard it was hard to concentrate. The sounds of the room had given way to a rushing in her ears, like someone thumping on the ceiling that filled her vision. She recognized the pounding of her own heart - pomp pomp pomp pomp - and behind that a faint pinging and beeping somewhere nearby. It was getting hard to catch her breath.

She suddenly realized that someone was saying her name.

"...Kelsey? How are you doing, honey?" A nurse - Kelsey couldn't recall her name - was staring down at her, hovering above the exam table. Her face darkened with every beat of Kelsey's heart, as her eyes involuntarily fluttered with her pulse.

The nurse turned to a colleague standing nearby. "She's having trouble, let's..." The rest was lost as Kelsey gulped air.

"HR is 165," came a voice. "We're not there yet."

"Honey, can you hold up your fingers?" She was back again, hanging in Kelsey's vision. "On a scale of one to five, can you show me how you're doing? One is worst, five is best. Can you do that?

Kelsey's arms are at her sides, and they felt heavy. Like stone. She weakly lifted her right arm at the elbow, showed the nurse three fingers.

"Three, ok." Turning to the others, "We've got a three. Where's the O2?"

As Kelsey was lowering her arm, her blood pressure cuff suddenly inflated. As before, the left one followed suit almost immediately, squeezing her other arm. "Unnnnggghh," Kelsey grunted involuntarily.

"Hang in there, honey." The nurse patted her on the abdomen, unconsciously brushing against the electrodes that were plastered over her sternum. Kelsey felt everything sharply, in painful relief. She was beginning to tire from the heavy breathing.

There was a beep, and then another. Both cuffs rapidly loosened, and Kelsey felt her sweaty skin peel from the insides of the cuffs. A rapid bonging followed then.

"NBPs one-forty-four over one-oh-seven. She's hypertensive." Same voice as before.

"A little early for that much. We're only on the first syringe. She might get above 150 before we're done." A different voice. Kelsey's head was swimming.

Suddenly something was snaked under her nose, brushing across her face. It was a slick plastic tube. "Kelsey, I'm putting you on oxygen, ok? Here, let me place this in your nose." The nurse pressed soft prongs up, up into Kelsey's nostrils, and she involuntarily grimaced. "Let me do this, honey." The tube was tugged and pulled and laid out over her head. Soon, a shockingly cool flow of something was filling her nose. She suddenly felt unable to take a breath, and she gasped with her mouth open. Another bong came from somewhere over her head. "PVC!"

"Ok, stand by." The nurse lowered her head close to Kelsey's. "Honey, I need you to breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. Can you do that? There you go. In...out..."

Kelsey tried to concentrate on the nurse's instructions. She wasn't able to follow, exactly. "Uhhhh, I can't...keep...hnnnggg..." she moaned.

"We're supposed to inject again, Farah." The other voice.

Nurse Farah turned, said sharply, "She has to be stable!" Turning back to Kelsey, "Kelsey, honey, let's try something. I'm going to help you lift your arms over your head, ok? Here," she gently scooped Kelsey's right arm in her hands, and motioned to her colleague with a nod. Soon another female nurse was lifting Kelsey's left arm.

"Up we go, there we are." Nurse Farah smiled at Kelsey.

Her arms were sore where the cuffs kept inflating, and Kelsey grimaced in pain. "They hurt..." she said, weakly.

"Honey, we're almost there. The stress test is halfway done, ok? You can do this!" Farah and the second nurse gently laid Kelsey's arms over her head. "Now, Kelsey, breathe for me, the way I said. Can you do that?" Kelsey tried inhaling through her nose, and felt the cool rush of oxygen fill her throat. It did feel easier. "Mmm, ya..." she mumbled, with difficulty. She was still breathing fast, and couldn't take full breaths. The medications, and the exertions, were pushing her heart faster. She felt dizzy, her head swimming. A panic set in, and her body began to tingle, the sensation traveling down her abdomen to her pelvis. "Aaaahh, I'm..." Kelsey gasped again, suddenly thrashing her arm out for balance.

"Kelsey!" Nurse Farah reached out to calm her patient.

"HR 177. She just threw another PVC. Oxygen euphoria?"

"I...I don't know. Hit the crash button," Farah called out, her stomach dropping.

Kelsey's body was burning. "N-nooooo, I don't...uunnnnngh..." She exhaled sharply, and began to wet herself. The sound was audible in the exam room, and Farah could immediately see wetness spread through the thin exam gown.

"She's urinating!" The voice called out. "Yep," Farah sighed. "Belay that crash call. Can you get a sterile sheet for this, please? See if you can get it under her. It's fine." Farah breathed out, her relief audible.

"Noooo." Kelsey, still passing urine, too weak to stop it, was softly crying now, trying to catch her breath. The bonging of the monitor had stopped, though, and Farah chanced a look at her vitals. HR 160.

"Kelsey, honey, it's fine. It's okay! It happens sometimes, believe me." She gently stroked Kelsey's head through the sterile surgical bouffant she wore over her tousled hair. Kelsey was sweating profusely through her scalp.

With a whirr, the cuffs inflated again, as Kelsey sobbed. At least crying meant that Kelsey was breathing, Farah thought. With her arms up, making it easier to breathe, the cuffs ironically gripped tighter - Farah could hear them straining at their velcro. Kelsey, weak, could not audibly protest.

Beep. Beep. "One-thirty-seven over ninety-five." Better, Farah thought, at least for Phase 1 of the test. "Almost cleaned up, Kelsey. Deep breaths, honey." Farah stroked her forehead.

Kelsey felt her body was moving subtly, involuntarily, as the other nurse continued to clean her. The rags were soft and cool against her skin as her embarrassment began to fade. She felt much better, all things considered, and the oxygen did make it easier to breathe. Her heart was still pounding, though, and she felt the uncomfortable sensation of everything stuck and strapped to her. She breathed in and out. Nurse Farah filled her vision, again, holding what looked like a large syringe full of clear fluid connected to her IV line. "Kelsey, we're ready to start Phase 2. Here we go." She firmly pressed the plunger, and Kelsey watched the fluid begin to enter her body. "You're doing great, honey."

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[princessofghosts-posts]

If you scrolled enough on this page you know that no character is safe from me when it cames to Nico's mistreatment. Not even Chiron.

I have a very grey opinion of him,I don't hate him but I also don't like him. He is in the middle of tolerance for me,because let's be honest,the guy made some questionable decisions during PJO for being the millennial teacher of legendary heroes and head of the only demigods's greek camp for years.

I see a lot of criticism about the "No one told Nico that his sister died,they were waiting for me to do so." scene,which is a good thing because it's fucked up. Chiron is the adult here,but he didn't do shit and waited for an already stressed and guilty Percy to tell the news. And while I love Nico with all of my heart and understand that he was extremely hurt by Bianca's death,telling Percy that he should have be him to die is just adding to his trauma. The poor boy is barely 14,saw 2 people he went on a quest with die (and he already bleamed himself for their death,even tho it's not his fault,before this) and had a whole rollercoaster for his mission to save Annabeth,while dealing with camp being shit to him because Thalia was back. And what does Chiron do? Instead of helping him,he give him another emotional draining moment with a 10 years old that had to process his older sister died and now he's alone,without a family. Great job Chiron,couldn't do it better.

And when Nico run away? Percy and Annabeth were the only one searching for him at the start,but when they went to Chiron and explained the situation (without telling about his parentage),he just went on with a "Oh poor soul,hoping that he will be eaten by the monster instead of joining Luke's side." Like,what the fuck? Who the fuck say that about a 10 years old to an another child,that even tried to get him back multiple times while the adult didn't do shit? Chiron,you good here? Because I'm pretty sure that this isn't the way you need to behave with children: who cares if they are demigods,heroes,war veterans or whatever else,they are all children. It's already rare to live past 16,18 if you get lucky,don't treat them like shit.

Nico was alone in a place he didn't know,and we all know the forest isn't a safe place even if it's inside camp (look what happened during Percy's first year there-). Instead of trying to do something he just goes on with his no sense. He didn't even try to do something about it. Percy and Annabeth did. Chiron need to thanks Nico's golden heart, otherwise it wasn't going to end nicely. And beside,I'm pretty sure that being eaten alive by a monster is worst than working with other demigods for a Titan that isn't even back yet. Chiron you need to check your priorities here. Also the irony that Nico wasn't eaten or joined Kronos,and just did his own things alone in THE Labyrinth,one of the most dangerous place for demigods,will always be funny to me.

But really,where is his teacher's wisdom at? Chiron trained so many heroes for all of his life,and now that it cames to modern children,or pre-teens,he don't know what to do or how to act? This is insane even for their standard.

And even tho he is the "legal guardian" of the camp,he still doesn't do much for Camp Half-Blood. Talking with the people that suspect something? Ok. Pretending to be someone's guardian to avoid them trouble? Fine. Help maintain camp's coverage as a strawberry field? Sure. Calling for reinforcements during a war? Thanks. Making the demigods respect camp's rules? Alright. Teaching some classes there and here? Good.

But these are simple things and quite frankly the bare minimum he should do. The demigods are all abandoned to themselves,by both their parents and even by the one that should help them. He isn't the worst,but he also isn't the best.

When Thalia come back,he favored her to Percy in any way possible,and the whole "She might be the child of the profecy since she is going to turn 16 in a bit." excuse is bullshit. Luke was not even half done with his planning during TTC,the real game started at the half of BotL,so it was impossible for him to be already ready for the final battle. They all knew that,Thalia too. But no,Chiron decided to focus more on her and ignore Percy,when he could have teached both of them. Again,thanks Chiron,such a good teacher you are.

There are moments where he comes in clutch: during SoM he is the one that save them from Luke's ship,and in TLO he calls for reinforcement during the battle against Kronos,and he is kinda there if some demigod wants to talk to him. But again,most of those things are bare minimum.

I don't hate him,but I just don't understand why he is so well liked when all of the time he just does....nothing? And give Percy more stress and problems (And basically hoped that Nico would be eaten-).

[placingglaciers]

What do you think of the trailer? Luke playing Rambo lol. June kissing Luke and Nick. I'm afraid Nick will be used by June for her own ambitions like in season 5. 🤔

Hi!!! This show has become my new hyper-fixation, so I basically saw the trailer like, seven times already lol. I know you didn't specifically ask for a breakdown, but here's my take anyway.

Serena: So something happens with the train, separating June and Serena, finally. We actually don't see them together in the trailer except when they're trying to leave the train, so either there's a big scene with them at the end or it's all over between them, which I doubt. Eh, I'm not really interested in this storyline. Serena is gonna do her pageantry with the wedding and New Bethlehem. I hope she gets what she deserves this season.

Moira: We see Moira talking with Mark Tuello, wanting to fight back. This will probably involve Luke and June, joining the Handmaids. I hope she's safe. We haven't seen much of her in the past few seasons, so I hope she gets a moment to shine. I really like her!

Commander Lawrence: Did he get new glasses? That's all I can say lol. I couldn't stop looking at them.

Janine: I loved the scene with Aunt Lydia and her at Jezebels. I hope she finds her freedom. I think June ends up there in some way or another, so we'll get to see them together and have her join the rebel Handmaids, too. She's also on my "Do Not Kill" list!

Luke: Alright, we have to talk about him. Luke gets out of jail somehow and wants to join the resistance. And you know what? Good. It's better than making a scrapbook or something lol. He doesn't have much experience fighting Gilead, so maybe he'll end up doing something really risky (perhaps with that grenade?). And that kiss. It felt more like a "goodbye" than an "I love you let's stay together forever" sort of thing. I'm not gonna worry about it.

June: I have no idea where the heck she is in half this trailer, lol. What is going on? I don't know what she's up to nor how she's gonna pull all this off, but I'm intrigued. Clearly staying in Canada is not what she wants anymore. Whatever she does, we know she ends up surviving, I just hope she finally gets what she wants. Gilead is still Gilead in The Testaments, so hopefully her rebellion doesn't end up in vain. I just want her happy and at peace finally. Also, is that June's mom we see with her at the Boston Globe??

Nick: I've read that this season is gonna test his character, and boy does it look like it will. He talks with two important men: Mark Tuello and this new Commander dude who ends up marrying Serena. So he's a double agent, basically. He has a lot of years and experience with these types of people, so I'm confident he'll ace these tests. I find it funny how some people want to make him a villain and I'm like, "Are we even watching the same show??" His allegiance is with his family, period. We see him a lot in this trailer, so I'm excited! People think he's gonna die and blah blah blah, nah. No way. Go read the sequel (it's really good so far, btw!!).

Speaking of family, Rose looks unhappy with him. No surprise. It seems like they're in New Bethlehem now, navigating that sort of life. What happens with the baby? What happens with their marriage? That's what I want to know. Ugh, this is so messy.

You mentioned Nick being "used" by June. I don't know how I feel about this sentiment. I hate to say it but Nick delivers, plain and simple. He's tried to get June out of Gilead multiple times, he gets the Handmaid letters out to Luke, he gives Commander Waterford over to June to be murdered, he gives her all the info he has on Hannah, etc. Perhaps his love language is "acts of service" idk. June has thanked him and is concerned for him and his safety. Last season, she said she didn't want to cause any trouble or anything. Nick wants to help and he does have the power, knowledge, and experience to get the job done. This might a hot take in this fandom, but to me, Nick is useful, but I don't think he's being taken advantage of. Again, what has Luke done before this new season?

Osblaine: We see them like, four times together in the trailer? Incredible! They always find their way back to each other, finding strength and hope, two virtues you need in a rebellion. Nick's, "Sometimes I think you're the only good thing in my life," hit me hard. To me, this expresses his feelings for June more than any "I love you" can. I hope June's response to this is just as important and honest, leaving no doubt where her heart lies. Also, we got a kiss in every season! (I don't care if season five was imaginary, let us have this!) Finally, we see them in the woods at night, referencing when Commander Waterford is absolutely obliterated by the Handmaids. Nick looks more like a Guardian this time for some reason, rather than a Commander. Is this their chance to "run away"??

Hannah and Holly/Nicole: Just throwing them in because they're not really mentioned in the trailer and I'm wondering what will happen to them. I want to see how they transition them into the new series. I hope Nick gets to see at least one of them one last time. I know he would be the best dad. :(

Anyway, life has been downright terrible, so I'm not gonna listen to all the negativity or doubts about this final season. Let's manifest for a great finale!! 🕯

[dors-ee]

Hmmm

If Ekko really became her rock, her anchor. Truly helped her mentally, giving her the love she's been craving for, finally.

If he finally convinced her to build something new someone worth building it for (and I supoose he'd be that for her)

it doesn't make sense for Jinx to die/leave.

It doesn't make sense for her to still believe that strongly that he would be better without her, that the world would be better without her (like she lived with the firelights for a while, the artbook has her call it home, peace, friendship, protect, etc.) ... or that she would be better without him.

Tbh I think her "death" and her leaving was more so a narrative trick than something that truly make sense for her character. And yeaah, I guess it kinda works for Vi, but it ... cheapens what the MV showed with timebomb. It takes a lot of depth away from it. (And I do not like that.)

Like I... Before the MV I could justify it, with her thinking he would be better without her, that she needed to find herself alone, didn't think she needed him or was good enough for him, etc etc.

I could really justify it before the MV... Even if he did convince her to fight and live, and yes that implied he had been important for her mentally.

It wasn't so... strong. It wasn't shown.

But like this MV screams : he loves her for who she is. He will be there even when she is at the bottom, even laying on the ground (death) he will be there.

He will be there on the ledge with her to catch her/welcome her back. He loves her for who she is.

He offers something new, hope, redemption...

And it is shown that she really relies and leans on him then. No maybe or implied... it's like on screen.

Like...

HOW. HOW could they have her leave then? Accident? happenstance?

Now... technically they didn't have her leave yes and it is the fandom that said she did... it was heavily implied tho.

So... yeah. I love the MV, what I am unhappy with now is the decision to have her leave at the end. I get why it was done narratively speaking.

But now it is incoherent thematically/character development wise, and it does cheapen what the MV showed and the depth of their bond/situation there.

I know we don't have to follow canon btw, but... I was having a lot of fun with imagining post s2 situations where she had left and was elsewhere.

I am starting to realize this might be part of my sudden creative block after the MV. And why despite loving it a part of me was... unsettled.

How can they show this MV, timebomb like that, and then her leaving?

I... it doesn't make sense.

(and now I have to scrape all of my post canon universes or do a lot of mental gymnastics 😅 invente new ones too yeah, of course. But tbh when you develop something like I developped those, even if just for me, it sucks to have to scrape them off. It's nothing I know. It's just fiction. Not even original stuff... I know. I just... bothers me a little. That's it.)

of course people feel free to disagree. also I know how psychology work, I'm studying it, how beliefs like those Jinx's has about her curse, etc. that sre so deeply rooted don't just go away like that, how healing isn't linear, etc etc.

but when she does let go, with Vi and Vander/warwick, she doesn't give me "I am a Jinx and she is better without me" AT ALL.

She doesn't appear so mentally troubled, like in a setback, or a crisis, being overcame by her beliefs, etc. She doesn't appear as if she is in the state to be thinking "they're all better without me".

Idk. Her leaving or even her dying if we take this option... does not make any bloody sense. Just a cheap narrative trick and twist...

those are just my thoughts and feelings and rambles.

also : I do not judge the people still playing with her leaving. I do not say you are wrong or anything like that. Do whatever you want, interpret however you want. For me it doesn't work anymore, her leaving, -not without doing lots of thinking to try to make it work - but if it works for you then roll with it, go with it. Have fun.

(I'm posting this in the tag instead of just personal rambles in case someone else in the fandom got similar thoughts/issues woth the ending of arcane/what the MV showed, and it could help them to know they aren't alone.)

edit to add : even before the MV the option where she dies was absolute shit. I do not even consider it a thing. Having the suicidal character die at the end in self sacrifice? NAH.

even her leaving I could justify it but doesn't mean I didn't already think it was a not great narrative trick.

I have been critical of s2 from the start, this MV didn't reveal things to me about that. Just... emphasizes some stuff.

also : yes I have thought of the "she's a wanted criminal" argument, but the show messed this one up pretty bad with caitlyn letting her go. I still think I might use it but it's not the strongest one.

[ladylooch]

“Ah, well, she’s at the cabin.” Nico responds in English. “Mama is with me.” It’s Lucie’s cue to switch too. Well, there goes her plan to keep her husband in the dark.

What a flex, like the sisters being able to switch languages when wanting their husbands to not understand what they are talking about. Imagine talking right in front of them about them, and they have no idea. Do any of the girls get in trouble when they are younger for deliberately speaking Swiss German and not English infront of Lexi. Teenage Lucie, being her teenage self, getting an angry phone call from Nico on the road to knock it off, she's been refusing to speak English around and to her mama out of pure teenage angst.

What you said about a teenage Lucie refusing to speak to Lexi in Swiss German is SO SO SO on brand as angsty, angry, teenage Lucie Hischier. 

Let's get into it.

From her back, Lucie Hischier stares up at her ceiling, looking over the leftover tape from the glow in the dark stars she used to have up there when she was little. It was hard those first few months living in Switzerland full time, but she loved the difference in the stars here compared to light polluted New Jersey. 

To help bring her comfort, her mom came up with the idea of putting the stars on her ceiling so that Lucie could have the cosmic views illuminating her room at night. It had worked. She stopped needing to sleep in her parents bed within a week.

Lucie's thin eyebrows worm together in annoyance at giving her mom credit for anything.

As far as she is concerned, her mom has never done anything good for Lucie in her entire life.

She wasn't supposed to be grounded anymore. She was supposed to be able to go out with her friends, and inevitably ditch that lame high school party to meet up with Marco and his friends. But her mom caught wind of it somehow and now Lucie is stuck at home on another Friday night.

What makes it more annoying is her dad is out of town, so he isn't able to reason with her unreasonable mother. He is over in the U.S. with her uncle T for a Devils alumni get together. They had dinner with Lio and his roommate last night, which has Lucie feeling a lot of big feels. 

She had begged and pleaded with her dad to go with him.

He said no. Then he said yes, but after talking with her mom, he said no again.

See a common denominator? Lucie does too.

Lexi Hischier is a buzz kill.

One that Lucie can't wait to be rid of when she goes to college next year.

Things have been tense this week without her dad being a referee. Lucie has barely spoken to her mom and when she has, she purposefully speaks back in Swiss German. The frustration had been building in her mom until her rat of a little sister, Mack, started to translate for her mom.

"Stay out of this." Lucie barked.

"I'm gonna tell daddy." Mack had hissed back in Swiss German.

"Lucie. I am not asking you again. English. You know the rules." Her mom finally snapped at dinner. “Mack, work on those vegetables, please.”

"Since when is it my fault you haven't bothered to learn our language?" Lucie hissed back in direct English. Her mom flinched. Lucie didn't wait for her mom to send her to her room. She went on her own. 

To her left, Lucie's phone begins to buzz. She snatches at it, hoping Marco is finally getting back to her after her text. She frowns when she sees her dad's picture pop up. She sends him to voicemail. No way is she touching that. She flops back onto her back, contemplating getting up to paint her nails or try to master winged eye liner again. Both take too much effort, so she goes back to staring at the leftover tape.

Her phone buzzes once, signaling a text this time from her dad.

I'm going to assume sending me to voicemail was an accident. I am giving you one minute before I call again. I better hear your voice in three rings.

Lucia's stomach drops at her dad's fierce words.

Shit.

Sure enough, the minute flips and her dad's contact pops up again with his phone call.

Lucie connects the call but doesn’t say anything.

On the other end, all her dad can do is sigh.

“You have the floor, Lucie.” His stern voice finally comes over.

“Just tell me my punishment.” She snaps back.

“I am not speaking to you in Swiss German. Switch. Now.” 

“I’m more comfortable speaking that than English.” Nico scoffs, then laughs on the other end.

“That’s what you’re going with now, huh?” 

“It is! We live here now. That’s what you decided.” She pops back. “I only speak English at home unlike my classmates.” 

“You do not speak only English at home. As we have talked about since you first could speak, there are times where it can’t be the default language. Fighting with your mother? Not an appropriate use.” Nico redirects her. 

“Why is it our fault that mom can’t-“

“Do not finish that sentence and attempt to paint your mother as the problem here. Your behavior is what we are discussing, Lucie. You do not get to use something that is meant to be a bonding connection to our heritage as a weapon against your mother.” 

“It’s not fair!”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear about what you think is and isn’t fair. You are the child. You do not get to decide every single piece of your life. As your parents, mama and I have a responsibility to keep you safe. And you are making it exceptionally difficult!” His voice raises at the end. “So I don’t want to hear it from you anymore. Clean up your act. Start being a role model for your younger sisters. Follow our house rules and get your ass downstairs to apologize to your mother.” 

Lucie’s eyes widen and her breath gets caught in her throat at her dad swearing at her.

“Do you understand how done I am?” Nico asks after her moment of heavy silence. Lucie nods, then realizes he can’t see. She clears her throat.

“Yes.”

“I may be your father, but I am your mother’s husband first and foremost. I do not tolerate this level of disrespect towards her. By anyone. Ever. This will be the last conversation we have about this, Lucie.”

“Okay.” Lucie’s bottom lip wobbles, but she keeps her voice even. 

“Good. I’m about to FaceTime with your mom and sisters. I’m giving you a five minute grace period. After that, I better see you down there. Smiling. Telling me about your week at school since I’ve been gone. In English.”

Lucie says nothing.

“I’ll take your silence as agreement. I love you, Luc. So much. But there are days, I don’t think it comes close to how much mama loves you. I wish you understood that and took care of her love like she does for you.” Lucie can feel the ache in his voice as he says it.

When he clicks off, she wishes she could have found the courage to say she loves him back.

Lucie takes every second of her 5 minute grace period. When she comes down the stairs, she is small in stature and has red rimmed, glassy eyes. On the couch is her mom and sisters. Her two siblings are cuddled together on one side of their mom. Mack holds the phone, excited to tell Nico all about the new book in the series they are reading together. 

“You’re gonna love it! I can’t wait for you to get home! Can you come home early?”

“No, sweets. But it won’t be long now. Home stretch.” He assures her through a soft chuckle. 

Lucie’s mom lifts her gaze to her daughter. Her little sisters look too, but both seemingly dismiss her presence without another thought. Her mom’s eyes stay trained on her. Then, she flips the tie blanket open on her lap, welcoming Lucie into her other side. Lucie starts to cry thick silent tears at her mom’s forgiveness. She burrows her face into her mom’s chest like she used to as a baby. 

While she cries, Lexi strokes her hair. 

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m glad.”

“I love you. A lot.”

“I know.” Lexi assures her. “I love you.”

“I know.” Lucie sighs. 

Isn’t that what makes this all so hard after all?

[witch1nghour]

𝜗𝜚 ⠀𝗕𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕   ﹔   various  sentence  starters   (   platonic/romantic/antagonistic/etc   )  from   THE HUNCHBACK OF. NOTRE DAME   (   1996   )   .  please   , like   or reblog   if   you   plan   on   using   .   don’t   claim   as   your   own   .   content   warning   :  violence tw   .  

they  don't  ring  all  by  themselves.

will  today  be  the  day?

are  you  ready  to  fly?

aren't  you  going  to  watch  the  festival  with  us?

take  it  from  an  old  spectator,  life's  not  a  spectator  sport.

if  watchin'  is  all  you're  gonna  do,  then  you're  gonna  watch  your  life  go  on  without  you.

better  to  bed  forgiveness  than  to  ask  permission.

ignorance  is  bliss.

what  [ name  ] doesn't  know,  can't  hurt  you!

how  can  I  protect  you,  unless  you  always  stay  in  here?

why  invite  their  calumny  and  consternation?

stay  in  here,  be  faithful  to  me.

give  me  one  day  out  there.

hurry  -  here's  your  chance!

you  speak  of  justice,  yet  you  are  cruel  to  those  most  in  need  of  your  help.

are  you  always  this  charming,  or  am  I  just  lucky?

candlelight...privacy...  music.  can't  think  of  a  better  place  for  hand-to-hand  combat!

I'd  settle  for  your  name.

you  can't  right  all  the  wrongs  in  this  world  by  yourself.

I  don't  know  if  you  can  hear  me,  or  if  you're  even  there.

haven't  you  caused  enough  trouble  already?

you  mustn't  run  too  fast,  or  she'll  get  away!

what  is  this  place?

did  you  make  all  these  things  yourself?

I  bet  the  king  himself  doesn't  have  a  view  like  this!  I  could  stay  up  here  forever.

do  you  think  I'm  evil?

the  trick  is  not  to  look  down.

I'm  never  going  back  out  there  again.

this  is  where  I  belong.

if  you  ever  need  sanctuary,  this  will  show  you  the  way.

I  dare  to  dream  that  she  might  even  care  for  me.

like  fire,  hellfire,  this  fire  in  my  skin.

this  burning  desire  is  turning  me  to  sin.

it's  not  my  fault!

it's  not  my  fault  if,  in  god's  plan,  he  made  the  devil  so  much  stronger  than  a  man.

let  her  taste  the  fires  of  hell.

I'll  find  her  if  I  have  to  burn  down  all  of  paris.

I'm  beginning  to  fear  the  worst.

you've  done  so  much  for  me  already,  my  friend,  but  I  must  ask  your  help  one  more  time.

shh,  shh,  shh.  you'll  hide  here  until  you're  strong  enough  to  move.

I'm  tired  of  trying  to  be  something  that  I'm  not.

you  took  a  terrible  risk  coming  here.

what  makes  a  monster  and  what  makes  a  man?

[revelboo]

You got me missing LL and Earthspark Screamer 😭😭 you've got so many ideasss!!! I'm jelly

you're giving us straight up gourmet meals 🤤🤤

Sure 🤣 I’m having fun playing with scenarios and characters. Also: Blokees wave 7 renders

I need them both so bad… And there should be another Insecticon in this next batch, too since all of the Constructicons are out

Disaster Hearts Pt 4

ES Starscream x Reader

• Why is it that your heart beats faster watching him smile like that? When he’s genuinely excited about something not acting superior or sneering at you, his alien face is almost handsome. Almost unsettlingly human. Maybe it’s that under the excitement, it’s that he’s just trying to go home and you understand that. “We could go check it out,” you say and those blue optics flick from the map to you and you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Probably dismissing your offer. It’s not like you can actually help him that much and you shouldn’t even want to. Should be plotting your escape, because his drama and problems are definitely not yours. He’d snatched you.

• We. How long has it been since there’d been a we instead of just him? The other two Seekers stranded here help him occasionally out of a sense of obligation to their own, but they don’t like him. Don’t trust him anymore than he trusts them. But you? You’re no threat to him, too weak, too helpless to harm him. To cause trouble. He’d taken you on impulse because he’d been lonely, wanted someone to rant to, to talk to. Had imagined he’d get it out of his system and discard you, making sure you couldn’t tell anyone what he’d told you. But you’re still here. Still alive because he missed having someone to talk to more than he’ll ever admit. And if nothing else, he can send you out to scout ahead of him and make sure the tunnel system is safe. “Perhaps.”

• He’s still staring at you and you can’t figure out what he’s thinking from his expression. Pensive and almost speculative, but the way he’s studying you makes your skin prickle. Reminds you of your kid brother asking for a magnifying glass only to immediately go torch some helpless ants. “What will you do once you get back home?” You ask, hoping to distract him from wherever his processor has gone and his wings flick slightly. “To your world.”

• Spark aching, he wonders if there is a home to return to. Their war had ravaged their world, most of the cities razed in the bombings. Some of them carried out by his own hands. He’d been the one advising Megatron on high priority targets to cripple the Senate and Cybertron’s infrastructure. And it hurts remembering that for a short time they’d been almost equals. Almost friends. Working together toward a common purpose at the start of the war. Himself, Megatron, Soundwave, and Shockwave forming the core of the Decepticon movement. So sure the war would be over quickly, the Senate destroyed and replaced by something better, less corrupt and broken. “Rebuild, I suppose.”

• Voice almost melancholy, he vents and taps a servo on his desk before he’s reaching for you and you flinch. Surprised when his servos brush over your head, touching your hair gently. Looking up, those pretty optics are unfocused as he absently rubs the pad of a servo against your jaw and neck. And you don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it, petting you in gentle strokes. Afraid to say something that might snap him out of whatever trance he’s in because this is the gentlest he’s been with you since kidnapping you and you don’t know what to make of it.

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i'm pretty sure i'm remembering correctly that you do a lot of work in a graveyard, but if not you can disregard this

do you have any general advice for if someone finds you doing work in the graveyard? i live in the bible belt of the usa and am scared of being seen or leaving behind remnants of my spellwork because i worry a lot and feel like it'd cause a great stir and possibly get me in some form of trouble, even if only a scolding or something like that

i'm not bothered by the spirits and can handle any problems with them, but it's the living i'm worried about.

I do indeed! I've been doing magic in the same cemetery for over 13 years. As well as a verity of others, and places like beaches, parks, gardens, and woods.

Encountering people can be awkward when doing magic there. I was once doing magic at the cemetery gate around midnight while wearing horns and shaking a rattle when 2 people walked up on me. I knew technically I was still sitting on the sidewalk so I wasn't trespassing so i minded my business. Saying a quick prayer to my spirits. To my surprise I it was an old coworker and her new partner, they were drunk happened to need to pee and she thought this would be an empty spot. She asked what I was doing and I got a feeling I could be honest, so I said "Witchcraft." They thought I was kidding, but seeing my bone rattle and horns they quickly realized I was being serious and asked me not to curse them for the disruption. I told them not to worry, and they went on their way.

Little did they know, I was calling male and female ancestral spirits who happened to be strongly connected with alcohol. They were a sign, a vessel, a spiritual encounter. So sometimes the people you meet you are sent by spirits, and how these moments play out can be very important.

Other times tho, you should definitely be mindful of unwanted guests or prying eyes. For me I do a lot of work at night and know drunks will sometimes sleep here, so safety is a priory. Which means I carry self defense gear with my witch supplies, being mindful of my state laws. I've also have observed and walked this cemetery causally enough times to know when police patrol, when people come to walk dogs or grieve, to see who these people are as they are characters of the cemetery too along with the ghosts. This helps inform me when and where in this space are best to do my work.

Generally when I go to the cemetery I try to take as few tools as possible, and make sure they can be kept on my person or put easily in a bag. That way should I have someone walk up on me I can clean up very quickly and tell them I'm just appreciating the grave or mourning. Tho I'll often try to stay alert and leave the area as soon as I feel someone coming to avoid this.

I might also tell people I'm wiccan, even tho I'm not, if I get the feeling they'll understand that. As it's a recognized religion in my state, so certain spiritual protections are available like holding public rituals or praying in public. I know in your area this might not be the case, but this has helped me with the authorities ones night when they asked me what I was doing.

As far as leaving remnants, I recommend going in with the mindset of leave no trace. Especially at first. Then, should the spirits of that place feel welcoming to it, would I potentially leave offerings around. Usually in forgotten spots, by tree roots or bushes, and away from where people commonly traffic daily. This way It will go unnoticed, and offerings of this type are best if they can decompose before anyone could notice. I also commonly use chalk because It fades quickly, and I can wash it away if i wanted too. I might also time this sorta stuff with weather that I know will clean up evidence of me being there.

Personally I find most stuff like this will be attributed to teens, college students, or drunks before the average person thinks witchcraft. So I've never encountered any real problems in all my times doing this stuff. I've brought a sword to the cemetery, carried bowls with painted stones by hands from my home to there and back, worn horns and masks, rang bells in the streets, and more. And I can't think of single time it was a problem. People don't see what they don't want to see, and I've also been very lucky. Anytime someone has said anything it's been neutral or positive simply for being an eccentric person. Cops have slowly driven by, asked me what I was doing late at night, and if I'm not doing anything illegal they say their piece and go on their way. Most don't say anything tho, they'll stare to make sure you're not drunk or something, but otherwise I've never had a problem.