#Sandy X Adam

[giulia266eyes]

Sandy & Adam: This My House!!

[luckyscauldron]

[hey-august]

Is this what you wanted? | Buggy x afab!Reader

WC: 3k Warnings: NSFW, mdni, Buggy x afab!reader, friends to something, profanity, mentions of alcohol, fingering - reader receiving, vaginal sex, creampie, pls practice safe sex, angst no comfort A/N: Um...I'm sorry. I'm happy with this story, but also so very sorry. Happy Angst August!

Teaser: Buggy placed a hand around your fist, keeping his coat trapped. He tilted his head and raised his brows, a cue for you to continue talking. Instead, you fell into the depths of his eyes. Like you did that night in the rain.

You both knew what this was. A handful of sunny afternoons spent with sandy feet and ice cold beer bottles dripping with condensation. Nights in seedy bars - fingertips salty from snacking on peanuts and empty shells found in your pockets the next morning. An hour or two grabbing a bite to eat, sharing a plate of puffed pastries stuffed with spiced meat, or seeing who can eat a bucket of fried spiraled potatoes the fastest. (Buggy got the furthest before he bit his tongue, shrieked at the horrifically incorrect crunch, and you dropped your food while cackling.)

This was fun and that’s all it was.

Just moments of levity whenever time found you two together. There was nothing more behind the way you hugged Buggy each time you saw him. Or how you’d compliment his new looks and applaud the goofy poses he’d strike. Nothing behind the way his hand would rest on your shoulder or back when you two walked through crowds. Or when you’d grab his sleeve and lead the way. When his hand would rest on your knee. Nothing in the way his eyes held the stars sparkling on the water. Or your laughter in the wind when his ship is at sea.

Sure, there was the one night you two kissed. But it didn’t mean anything. It was raining. There was lightening. And thunder. You two were stuck outside, huddled under Buggy’s heavy coat, which was only getting heavier with each raindrop that it soaked up. The flashes of light were bright. Blinding. And the thunder was loud. And his lips were close.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of them as he talked. The red paint was faded from a night of drinking. Buggy would lick his lips while talking. Drops of rain clung to the stubble on his jaw. His adam’s apple bobbed. And his lips…they were soft and warm against yours. The next flash of lightening shone brightly in his eyes before he returned the kiss. In the rain, while hiding under a coat. And that’s where the moment ended.

They were rare, but the times you spent on Buggy’s ship were some of your favorites. He was loved by his crew and they embraced you by extension. Cheery greetings and invites to have a drink were plentiful. They pulled you into their tricks and dances, told you stories and listened to yours, asked for your help and shared advice. The ship was noisy, it smelled, there was chaos and mess, and it suited your Buggy perfectly.

The moon watched you and the captain in his quarters. Laughing and drinking, like usual. The pirate was showing you a map, a finger rasping as it followed the course set for tomorrow morning. He tapped a spot excitedly, telling you about all the treasures that would belong to him. How the expedition will make him and his crew famous. That you were lucky to know the Great Captain Buggy and the fearsome Buggy Pirates before it all changed. And even luckier, he would bring you back something special.

His volume rose and dropped, uncontrollable with the enthusiasm bubbling through him. The passion and fervor Buggy emanated was captivating. In this moment, he was walking among the stars. And in this moment, you wanted to walk with him.

“I could go with you.”

Buggy paused, then let out a deep belly laugh. He tapped the map again and explained how dangerous the trip would be. His crew was trained and ready and even then, some of them might not make it back. Meanwhile, you could count the number of islands and towns you’ve visited on one hand. On the map, the circumference of your travels was smaller than the bottom of the bottle you two had been sharing.

“Don’t make jokes like that,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye and leaving behind a smudge of eyeliner.

“I’m serious. I want to go with you.” You stared at Buggy, just waiting for him to laugh that beautifully irritating laugh again.

But he didn’t. The lighthearted joy slid away while the smile stayed. The twinkle in his eyes flickered, a weak candle in the darkness overtaking his expression.

“You don’t know what you want.” Buggy spoke slowly, as if you misunderstood yourself. As if he knew better.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that! Don’t fucking patronize me,” you stormed over to Buggy and grabbed the lapel of his coat, ignoring the giggle that escaped his mouth. “I know what I want.”

“Then tell me.” His voice was low. Teasing. Burrowing into your head.

You stared deep in the pirates eyes, ready to repeat yourself.

“I want…” The words drifted off as nimble shadows pulled at the truth that both of you knew. The real answer. It wasn’t what you wanted, but who.

Buggy placed a hand around your fist, keeping his coat trapped. He tilted his head and raised his brows, a cue for you to continue talking. Instead, you fell into the depths of his eyes. Like you did that night in the rain. You crashed, lips first.

He let you push his coat off, rolling his shoulders until the heavy garment fell. Buggy matched your movements to stay connected and entangled. When you were busy holding him close - hands on either side of his face, sliding to the back of his head, down to feel his chest - his hands busied themselves with buttons and buckles. Then they busied themselves elsewhere.

Your heartbeat increased dramatically, nearly pushing you out of your mind, when Buggy’s fingers dipped beneath your clothes. Biting his bottom lip, you whined. The moment was becoming too full to hold everything. It threatened to split you - mind and body. To force you to pick between thinking and experiencing.

“Too hard,” Buggy snapped, pulling his tender lip from your teeth.

You mumbled an apology. Maybe. It felt like you said something as you pressed your forehead against his stubbled cheek. Despite starting the journey cautiously, one of Buggy’s fingers slipped and slid between your folds and collided with your clit, sending a jolt through your body. Standing on tiptoes, you let out a pitiful moan and leaned into Buggy more. You swayed together, adrift in the waves the ship sat on.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Mmhmm…”

Buggy’s chin was pressed against your head grinding into the acknowledgment you nodded. His body continued to chase and constrain you. The arm wrapped around your back was less of an embrace for affection, but more for desire. He pulled you off balance just enough for him to hold and maneuver you. With a leg wedged in the area between yours, Buggy ignored the space you tried to create by hovering above the pleasure.

With each caress, every drag of his thick fingers against your bundle of nerves, you floated into the stars. Buggy pressed against you, pushing you higher and higher until there wasn’t enough air to breath. Your head was whirling, following the movement of the constellations and the spin of galaxies. You were far, far away. Clinging to Buggy’s shoulders, you clawed your way back into your body and back into his hold.

“N-no, wait,” you choked out.

Buggy’s jaw moved but the words were lost in your messy hair. Sliding a hand down to his elbow, you pushed the pirate’s arm back. The rest of his body followed, leaving an emptiness between your legs and in your chest.

He held up the two fingers that stole some of your heat and rubbed them together before pulling them apart. A strand of wetness bridged the gap, a sticky thread catching shimmers of light. With a wink, Buggy popped his slick-coated fingers in his mouth and nodded in approval.

The captain’s desk was barely a step behind you. Between the furniture and the captain himself, there was hardly enough space to undress. Sitting on the hard wooden edge, you kicked off your heavy shoes with a thud and shimmied out of your pants. Two hands on your hips stopped your next moves.

Buggy hooked his fingers on either side of your cotton panties and slid them down slowly. So fucking slow. The feeling rippled out across your skin, bringing heat and goosebumps. The little bit clinging slick that found it’s way to your thigh was cold.

“You’re fucking dripping,” Buggy said, his eyes following a tangible path from the thin, soaked fabric and up to your wet cunt.

“Because you keep teasing me, you shit!” Your breathless response couldn’t hold onto the intended sharpness. If anything, you were whining. Begging for more.

The hungriness only increased when Buggy finished undoing his pants and let them fall, along with his underwear. His cock sprang forwards and bobbed, finally freed in your presence for the first time.

Sure, some late night rum-fueled talks carried filthy stories. Raunchy comments about past trysts and boastful claims about sex and alcohol, both of which came with daring remarks about what was under everything. Poking at suspected lies and prodding at the truth beneath all the clothes and bravado. Despite the talks and drunken dances, stupid faces while eating hot dogs and sausages, cream-filled pastries and familiar looking fruit, you weren’t ready.

Buggy’s cock was thick and dripping, the shiny head swollen with the audacity he had for commenting on how wet you were. Despite all the precum smeared on the blunt tip, his stupid striped underwear was probably just as wet as yours. What a fucker. You watched his dick twitch, bouncing erratically under it’s own weight while another pearly bead gathered at the slit.

“Oh just say it! You’re too easy to read.”

Buggy’s taunt was accompanied by bringing a hand to the base of his erection. With his thumb and forefinger nestled more in the blue curls than wrapped around his member, Buggy held himself carefully. Little movements let him squeeze and stroke the bottom of the shaft, working out a groan that was just as light.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his. The cool color stood out among the hot flush on his face, which was adorned with beads of sweat already collecting near his hairline.

“You’re fucking dripping,” you said. The smile that grew on your face was met with an equally pleased grin from the clown. “You’re making a mess, Buggs.”

Buggy bit his lip and rolled his eyes. “I’m about to.”

Fuck, those three words were more than enough for you to spread your legs like a whore.

The first touch was everything. All the thoughts and feelings that you tried to ignore, that you peered at through closed doors, that brought you onto this damn pirate ship, went up in fire. White hot flames licked at your skin and consumed all the oxygen in the room.

Buggy’s hand trembled, sliding the tip of his dick along your slit and mixing the liquids with a sickeningly wonderful sound. Just as he took his time exposing your wet heat, Buggy took his time lining up. He ignored your little whimpers and gasps, or maybe he couldn’t hear them at all over his own ragged breathing. The way his gaze was hooked on the path his cock was following reminded you of the awe his eyes reflected when looking at a treasure map.

Just then, you wanted nothing more than to lay under all of the attention. It was agonizing. Delicious and painful. Your hands hurt from gripping the edge of the desk. Your ass hurt from hanging off the wood. Your pussy was tender from being swollen and needy for so long. Your chest ached. But all the pleasure meant you didn’t want the pain to stop. Not yet. You wanted the fire to swallow you whole.

Blue eyes found yours through the inferno. They were full of pleading and warning. Buggy’s tip rested against your entrance. Your lips mouthed a silent word, one that both confirmed and begged for what came next. For the connection that your bodies craved.

Buggy swore under his breath as he eased into you. Something about being so wet but incredibly tight. You weren’t sure. All you could think about was the stretch needed to accommodate his girth and the subsequent fullness. You were real fucking full. And you wanted more.

You looked at the man kneading your thighs. His cerulean brows were knitted close and his eyes were shut just as tight. His pink tongue poked out to moisten his lips before retreating so Buggy could clench his jaw. All while his fingers dug into your soft skin, his short painted nails threatening to leave crescent impressions.

“Bug-”

“M’fine,” he croaked. “Gimm- nnh- Give me a m-moment.”

You wanted to. Truly, you wanted to be patient. You had been so patient leading up to this, but as each second stretched in to eternity, you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Move… Please move.”

Buggy finally opened his eyes and were met by yours, which full of tears and longing.

“Fuck,” he whispered desperately as he pulled out. “How does it feel even tighter?”

Although he was talking to himself, your body reacted and Buggy groaned through the contraction.

“Goddamn it, just screw me. Stop fucking around and make a me-”

Your frustrated tirade was cut off by two fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. With your mouth pushed open, Buggy pumped moan after moan out of you with the quickening thrust of his hips. It wasn’t fast by any definition, but his nails finally broke the skin on the inside of your left thigh as he tried to hold what he couldn’t.

Spit collected around his fingers. Spit that he smeared on your face when he pulled out his hand and squeezed your chin.

Buggy leaned in.

“Is this what you want?” Each measured word was delivered when his cock was buried deep.

A tear escaped from the corner of your eye and disappeared when it’s fall brought the drop to Buggy’s wet hold.

You nodded. And again, you crashed lips first. Buggy drank your bitter lie, which was sweetened by every sinful sound he fucked from you. In return, you took his heat, his lust, his passion - anything and everything he gave you in this moment. You held it all close, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“M-make a mess for me, okay? Make a mess on my cock,” Buggy panted.

You gave a half nod, stopping to press your forehead against his. Your nose against his. Buggy didn’t pull back, he stayed as you curled tightly and shook. He listened to your shallow breaths and the wet slap of his skin against yours. He bullied his cock into you repeatedly, pushing your limit until it became a new normal. Until your pussy welcomed him deep. Until you dissolved into the flames of ecstasy.

The sounds you made cracked with each throb of Buggy’s impending release. Your walls contracted and fluttered uselessly around the intrusion. The mindless responses were answered in kind by the pirate’s climax.

Buggy’s cock pulsed as it flooded your insides, his hot cum flooding what little area he didn’t already occupy before finding it’s way to the exit. With each slowing thrust, thick creamy drops fell to the floor, and seeped into the cracked wood.

With that, the fire was doused. It was gone. The heat was retreating. You clung to the embers, keeping your legs locked at the ankles. Buggy's soft touch drifted over angry red slivers on your leg before hooking under your knee and easing your tired legs further apart.

Buggy hissed when he pulled back and vacated your body entirely. The mess was undeniable. Cum and pussy juice coated his dick, collecting in the blue curls at the base. Some had found its way down his thigh, slicking down the sparse hair there. His face paint was streaked, ruined from being rubbed, touched, and sweated away. Strands of hair stuck to his face.

And as for you…well, you were entirely fucked up. Your head and heart were jumbled. Rubble and ash. And the little ember you hoped to protect didn’t survive what came next.

Buggy pulled up his underwear and pants, smothering everything under the layers of fabric.

“You should-” He was still out of breath. “You should probably head out now. You- you got what you wanted, so we’re good now.” His voice shook and he took a deep shuddering inhale.

Buggy put a large hand on your leg, his thumb grazing the marks he gave you. After a pause, he patted your thigh and squeezed one final time before leaving the room. He didn’t look back at the person he left exposed, half undressed and dripping on his own desk before closing the door.

Fuck.

The fire was back, but it hurt this time. Worse. Everything was melting and falling apart. You could hardly see through the haze as you pulled on your clothes. You couldn’t even fasten your pants. Your hands were too numb. Or maybe they were shaking. Holding your clothes together with one hand, you carried your shoes in the other. Fuck staying here any longer to put them on.

The door was in the fucking way. Not just because it was a door but because -fuck it. Just fucking fuck.

Your shoes fell from your hand as you struggled to turn the knob. You finally got the door open but those goddamn fucking shoes were in the way. Bending down, the first sob escaped your lips.

With shoes in hand again, you kicked the door open the rest of the way and padded out of the suffocating room. You kept your eyes trained to the floor as you navigated your way off the ship. While you could avoid seeing any of the sideways glances from the crew, you couldn’t tune out the murmurs and chatters. You did your best to ignore hesitant calls and move away from pitying hands.

You didn’t want their reassurances. You didn’t want their pity. You didn’t want any of it.

Because, according to Buggy, you already got what you wanted.

[nyc-looks]

Tasha, 27

“This outfit is mostly pieces I got in Harajuku this summer. The shirt is a ‘remake’ shirt from a Japanese shop in Harajuku called Panama Boy. It’s such a cool place – they take vintage American men’s clothes and add frills, doilies and ribbons to them. The headband is from Paris Kids, bike shorts Uniqlo, lacy underdress from Wego, shoes Unique Vintage, purse Sandy Liang x Baggu collab. I’m always inspired by 90s/2000s Japanese street fashion, but lately I’ve been trying to have more fun with it and break out of the specific sub styles. This outfit was sort of Adam Sandler meets cult party kei. I’m also obsessed with how many bows I’m seeing at shows this week - I think Sandy Liang is the driving force behind it all!“

Sep 10, 2023 ∙ Chelsea

[dcdreamblog]

(QSandA)

(I see what you did there, Sid, very clever...)

A pleasure to speak with a living legend like you, Mr. Hawkins.

Starting off with a bit of a lighter question: Metallica's "Enter Sandman". Did you or Wes have anything to do with the inspiration behind the song? Have you ever met Lars Ulrich or the other band members?

I've heard you're a bit of a film buff, so top 5 movies of all time?

What's the experience of traveling through the Earth's crust like from a sensory perspective?

What inspired you to take on Wesley's mantle more fully after the war against Black Adam in Bialya?

Me: Well I do have to take my bows for the title.

Sandy:...why?...What did you title the interview I agreed to?

M: (Shows him my notes)

S: ...I'm going to sue you.

S: No I kinda slept through their entire boom period and that sort of music was truly never Wes' style

M: The idea of Wesley Dodds listening to peak Metallica is VERY funny

S: No kidding, he had me turn down the Bing Crosby sometimes. That was MY youthful rebel music back in 1945.

M: Not a rock and roll kind then?

S: Not in the bigotted sense, he liked plenty of Jazz and was a fan of a lot of the black crooners who were having their heyday way back when he just didn't like anything loud or anything that would disturb his circles

M: Classical reference

S: It fits. If he couldn't write while it was on, he didn't want to listen to it.

M: Fair enough

S: Also from what I've heard of Ulric's opinions on copyright law and social issues I'd probably think he's a cu-

S: From five to one?

M: Seems the easiest way to do it.

S: Star Wars. The music, the action, the sets. Its like everything I imagined when I was watching some ratty old serial

M: Understandable

S: Wizard of Oz. Pure whimsy. Doesn't matter how tough a sidekick I thought I was that one just made me smile from head to foot.

M: We've already checked off my mother's favorite movie then

S: Heavy Traffic

M: ...Ralph Bakshi's Heavy Traffic? The X Rated animated movie?

S: Most real, bottom dollar, honest and cutting portrayal of New York City I've ever seen. Nobody talked about the city like that back in the day.

S: The Invisible Man. I always got a kick out of the effects on that one and Claude Rains gives a career ringer

M: And?

S: The Thin Man

M: A bit more obscure

S: It was my Aunt Dian's favorite, Wes' too, it was uncanny the way it was also just them. Right there on the screen. It's funny, its a little bit thrilling, reminds me of better times.

S; Answering this one from a new angle, you said?

M: Its what I try to do with repeats

S:...you know what's odd? It's not cool.

M: Given your generation I assume you mean that literally

S: Right. I compare it to water, to swimming but its not cold. Earth under pressure it gets tighter, it gets hot, it compacts. The further down you go the tighter the hold

M: So adding onto your previous metaphor of swimming in baggy clothes.

S: Swimming in baggy clothes and you're in a pitch dark sweatbox.

S: I realized...the world wasn't gonna wait for me to be "ready"

M: Ready for what?

S: To take over for Wes. To step into his place. I mean hell Wes wasn't "ready" when he started this thing off.

M: Dodds didn't know he was starting much of anything.

S: No, he didn't. He just kept rising to the moment, night after night, whatever he could do, however he could do it. I had this moment of realization that I was waiting to feel like I fit into a version of this coat that never existed, a version of these boots that never existed...a version of WES that never existed.

S: He was never ready, or prepared, or some larger than life, on top of it super soldier. I know that, I was there! And yet I kept putting it off.

M: So why are Bialya?

S: If I died in Bialya...I would have died without ever taking up the thing that Wes left me. He was proud of me, he left me this house, his guns, his costumes, his gift of sight and I was spending so long dragging my feet!...

S: I almost died, a dozen times, a hundred times against Adam. And if I had died there then what was I gonna say to Wes then? Wherever I met him again. "Sorry Wes, I didn't think the boots fit quite right, I guess your legacy had to die empty?". No. If Wes believed in me, then I would wear this coat and I would mean it.

[slasherlaurie]

PLS GIVE ME ARTIST X SURVIVOR!FEM!READER THAT BEFRIENDS HER CROWS ON ACCIDENT BY SAVING ONE AFTER ANOTHER SURVIVOR HURTS IT

The reader beats tf out of the other survivor because she's VERY much against animal abuse, so after she patches the crow up and gently plops it in the nest with a little forehead kiss. Then she hunts that other survivor down for sport. But around the artist, she's all shy and sweet (aka bi panic)

Essentially they meet/get close bc of this

I love this woman. I don't know how to function around her. I have also always loved birds and befriended the crows in my neighbourhood, so when she was added to the game I short-circuited.

Thank you.

HIII yes absolutely queen 🫡🫡 i made this so the reader is a newish survivor if thats ok? i just felt it fit a lil bit more for the story but lmk if not and i’ll fix it!

warnings: minor violence, almost implied nsfw but its more just specifying the reader is female, yun-jin kicks a crow, vv long read, my shitty ass english 😭

NOT PROOFREAD/BETA READ

Carmina Mora/The Artist x Crow saviour!Reader

the trial had been going as most do, repair the generators, unhook and heal teammates, try not to be hooked yourself. you were waiting to go unhook Adam, hiding in a particular corner in the realm with the stacked cars (autohaven? you hadn’t been in the entity’s world long enough to remember), when Yun-Jin Lee came sneaking over to you. just as you had decided to sprint over and heal Adam together to get it done faster, a crow appeared seemingly out of nowhere, the small mass of black feathers cawing loudly and alerting the killer of your location. you heard Yun-Jin curse softly in Korean under her breath and then ready herself to sprint away and grab Adam, but not before giving the crow a hard kick to the side.

you were never a violent person, but in this moment you saw red. had it not been for the pained caws of the poor bird, you would’ve immediately taken chase after Yun-Jin to get the crow’s payback with murderous intent. fortunately for the poor thing, you stuck around to help, not even caring if the killer does come to attack you.

you began your approach to the creature slowly, softly trying to communicate you’re not a threat. before you were taken by the entity you had befriended and helped many crows in your neighbourhood, so this shouldn’t be hard.

“hey-shhhh its ok, im here to help you”, you whispered as you took off your jacket to wrap the poor thing in. from the looks of it, the sweet creature wasnt hurt too bad yet rage still flooded your being. its not like it has a choice after all, it just had a job to do. deciding then and there you were going to get revenge for this, you hid for the rest of the trial, making sure that your new friend was safe and comfortable with you all the way back to the campfire.

due to the strange abundance of medkits back at the survivor camp, it was easy for you to get your little pal all fixed up. it was clearly scared at first, but it quickly relaxed, forming a connection with you and feeling you were someone to trust. after a good bit of throat-tearing yelling at Yun-Jin, you took some time to think about where to bring the bird. leading to where you are now.

the eyrie of crows was not a realm you had found yourself dropped into a trial in, yet you had heard the other survivors speak of a monstrous bird woman, turned and twisted by the entity until it was hard to tell where human stopped and ink began. you’re scared, but curious too. you know your friends often exaggerate the horror of the newest arrivals in the fog, so you wonder if The Artist (as she had been assigned by the ones who had faced her most so far) is really as terrifying as you expect.

turns out, you wont have to wait long to find out.

as you finish making your way to what seems to be the main building of the sandy realm, you take a moment to stare in awe at the magnitude of the tower before checking your feathered companion is still ok. climbing over a window to get inside, you find yourself in awe once again, but for a completely different reason.

from the paintings scattered around the bottom floor, to the large messy bookshelves, it is made clear that this place does not belong in the fog. its far too cozy, too welcoming. infact, so welcoming that you dont even notice the tall, nimble figure sneaking up on you.

the only warning you receive of the killer is an angry caw before inky hands wrap around your neck and slam you into the nearest wall. as you wince in pain and surprise, The Artist turns you around to face her.

this… this cannot be the same killer that your fellow survivors had talked about. she’s so gorgeous. too pretty. as her warm, angry breath fans across your face, you feel butterflies rise in your stomach. she almost seems to be carved out of marble, perfect cheekbones and jawline complementing her sharp eyebrows and sharper gaze. as she caws again, as if to ask what you’re doing in her home (or as close as someone can get to a home in the fog), you cant help but notice how soft her lips look too, a sudden desire growing for her to paint your lips black with the ink dripping from hers. her grip tightens, and you remember why youre here.

“i h-have a crow. was injured,” you barely manage to wince out against her tight grip, while softly taking your small buddy from your makeshift carrying sling, “h-here.”

you seem to have made the right decision bringing your companion here, as The Artist’s eyes immediately soften upon reaching your hands. letting go of your neck, she trails her hands down to yours in a way that immediately brings back those pesky butterflies, but you focus on your feathered friend.

cawing affectionately, The Artist softly takes the bird from your hands into hers, making her way upstairs. she doesn’t get too far though, because when your buddy realizes you aren’t following, it immediately starts cawing and flapping its wings in your direction in a panic. confused, The Artist pauses, holding the bird up the stairs and then back down towards you, then repeating as if confused. she coos to the bird quietly and it responds like they’re whispering to each other, and after a bit of back and forth, The Artist turns and gestures for you to follow her up the stairs. you walk behind her slightly, not completely able to keep up with her long, pale legs covered by her swaying dress and- “no. not the time,” you think to yourself, face reddening.

so enamoured and distracted by the presence of The Artist, you hardly notice the large crow’s nest in front of you. however, a sudden inky hand to your torso prevents you from colliding with it, almost making you jump in the best way with how dangerously close her fingertips are to your breasts. removing her hand much too quickly, The Artist beckons another crow over, as if telling it to take care of the new addition to the group. you pat your friend on the head on more time, wishing it luck and promising to see it again, and then its off with the others.

already missing your feathered buddy, you turn to find The Artist staring at you, reading you. her beautiful black eyes are so sharp, yet the anger from just before has faded, replaced with something softer. cawing once, she takes your hand in hers and leads you to the balcony on the same floor. amidst becoming a mess over the feel of her hand wrapping yours so perfectly, so fittingly, you worry for a moment that she’s taking you out here to push you over the edge (though she doesnt seem like she’d do that from what you’ve learned so far). yet, you are soon proven wrong as you round a corner and are met with a painting clearly belonging to the woman who had done all the ones downstairs, the same woman who is now weaving her ink fingers between yours and reaching for the bottom of the canvas with her other hand. she wants your opinion?

“its lovely! youre very skil-“

you’re cut off by a hard shake of her head. The Artist is pointing at something more clearly now: small letters at the bottom left of the canvas, hardly even noticeable if not pointed out. leaning in to read properly, you softly gasp when you realize. its a name. no, its her name. The Artist’s.

Carmina Mora.

“Carmina… that’s so-“ you have so many words to describe, all positive, yet you settle on “-gorgeous.”

turning away so she doesnt see the growing blush on your face (and luckily for Carmina, so you miss her red tinged cheeks at your compliment), you introduce yourself in return and offer your hand out to shake. only for Carmina to take it with both of hers, and hold it to the middle of her chest while nodding her head. a thank you.

“god,” you think to yourself, “im so gay”

the two of you then spend the next few hours or so together, getting to know each other. you get along so well, so naturally, that you wonder to yourself if you were destined to meet outside the fog as well, if you had not been taken. Carmina is so drawn to you, unexpectedly comfortable around you in a way she’s never been with anyone she’s known. you both soak up each other’s presence so much you hardly even notice the sun beginning to set.

you dont want to leave, yet you know the other survivors would endanger themselves and go looking for you if you dont get back before nighttime, and you cant risk that (though you wouldnt mind if Yun-Jin went missing). wishing Carmina goodbye, you begin to walk away slowly, needing to spend as much time with her as possible. however, you dont get very far before pale ink arms are wrapping around your waist and a warm chest is pressing into your back. Carmina coos into your ear, as if asking you to come back soon, and of course, you will. you promise.

relieved to know she’ll see you again, Carmina lets you go and watches you until the fog consumes your figure. you’re a welcome surprise to her, she had never expected to meet someone in her new home that she’d tolerate, let alone enjoy the company of. the other killers were loud and cruel, and the survivors were awful and often obnoxious. except you. you’re different, you understand.

making up her mind, Carmina decides she will send crows for you soon, make sure you visit quickly. you’ve caught her attention, and she has a strange feeling like this was meant to be 🖤

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I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

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WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

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Submission list

Have been eliminated

A

Abigail (Stardew Valley)

Akira Kurusu / Ren Amamiya / Joker (Persona5)

Aladdin and Jasmine (Aladdin)

Angemon & Angewomon (Digimon)

arwen (lord of the rings)

Asami Sato (Legend of Korra)

Avanna (she's a Vocaloid)

Azula (The Last Avatar)

B

Barbie (Barbie)

Becky (Clerks II)

the dancer for big girls by mika on just dance 2

Bloom (Winx Club)

Brad (The Rocky Horror Picture Show)

C

Camille Bordey (Death in Paradise)

2nd Dimension Candace Flynn (Phineas and Ferb)

Captain Amelia (Treasure Planet)

catra (she ra)

Catwoman (Catwoman (2004))

Cora Hale (Teen Wolf)

D

Dolores (Westworld)

E

Eda Clawthorne (Eda Clawthorne)

Edmund Pevensie (Narnia)

Elizabeth bennet (2005 version of pride and prejudice)

Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Envy Adams (Scott Pilgrim vs the World)

Eowyn (Lord of the Rings)

Eris (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas)

F

faith Lehane (buffy the vampire slayer, angel the series)

Fi (The Legend of Zelda)

Flora and Helia (Winx)

Fox Mulder and Dana Scully (X-Files)

Fran and Balthier (Final Fantasy XII)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Frodo Baggins (The Lord of the Rings)

G

Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Garmadon (Lego Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu (NOT the movie))

Gogo Tomago (Big Hero 6 (movie))

Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man)

Gwen (Total Drama)

H

Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran High School Host Club)

Helga Sinclair (Atlantis: The Lost Empire)

Hex Girls (Scooby-Doo)

Thorn

Dusk

Luna

Hunter Wittebane-Deamonne-Whispers-Noceda-Park-Porter-Clawthorne (The Owl House)

I

J

Jane Foster (Marvel Comics)

Jessie and James (Pokémon)

Jewel (Rio 2011)

K

Kagura (Inuyasha)

Kate Bishop (Marvel Comics)

Kazuma Asogi (The Great Ace Attorney)

Kenna de Poitiers (Reign)

Kida and Milo (The secret of Atlantis)

Kim Mathis (Death Proof)

Korra (The Legend of Korra)

Kovu and Kiara (Lion KIng 2)

L

Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil)

lady macbeth (macbeth)

Lex Luthor (Superman: The Animated Series)

Lieserl Einstein (Honkai Impact)

Link (the legend of zelda (specifically breath of the wild but U can make it general))

Loki (Marvel Comics)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House)

M

Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls)

Megara (Hercules)

Mel Medarda (Arcane)

Mia Marconi (Mia and Me)

Midna (The Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess)

Miss Frizzle (but specifically in this dress) (The Magic Schoolbus)

Morgana (Merlin)

Morticia and Gomez Addams (Addams Fanily)

Mr Bean (Mr Bean)

Ms. Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy (Pride and Prejudice (1995))

N

Natsu + lucy (Fairy Tail)

Nani (Lilo & Stitch)

Naoto Shirogane (Persona 4)

Natalie (Harvest Moon Island of Happiness)

neferpitou (hunter x hunter)

O

Olive Penderghast (Easy A)

P

Poison Ivy (Batman comics)

Princess Rosalina (Super Mario Galaxy/the mario bros universe)

Q

Quinn Fabray (Glee)

R

Raine Whispers (The Owl House)

Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim vs the World)

regina george (mean girls)

River Song (Doctor Who)

Rottytops (Shantae)

Rouxls Kaard (Deltarune)

Rumi Usagiyama (My hero academia...)

S

Sam Beckett (Quantum Leap)

Sandy (Greese)

Sasha (Amphibia)

Shego (Kim Possible)

Sheeva (Mortal Kombat)

Shira (Ice age)

Sinbad & Marina (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas)

Soren and Claudia (The Dragon Prince)

Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter (Captain America: The First Avenger)

T

The Bad Apple (Veggietales)

The Devil as depicted by Rosalinda Celentano (The Passion of the Christ)

the shapeshifter (odd squad)

The Whole Cast of The Mummy

Evie O'Connell

Rick O'Connell

Imhotep

Ardeth Bay

Anck Su Namun

Jonathan Carnahan

Tinker Bell (Peter Pan)

Tzipporah (The Prince of Egypt movie)

U

Ukraine (Hetalia)

Urbosa (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

V

Veronica Lodge (Riverdale)

Vidia (The Tinker Bell movies (2008-2016))

Vriska Serket (Homestuck)

W

Wendy (Gravity falls)

Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

X

Y

Z

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Pairing: Sambucky (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes) 

Summary: A day at the beach never goes wrong. Right?

Bingo Fill: ‘Beach Day’ for the Vacation card in @sambuckylibrary’s summer bingo!

Warnings: Language, destruction of shoes, let me know if anything else needs to be tagged!

It was the perfect day for the beach. The sand was warm, but not burn-your-feet-boiling, the water was cool and refreshing but not cold, and Bucky was with his best guy. Nothing could ruin the day.

Well, besides the sun. Bucky sat, tucked away under the umbrella, as Sam laid in the sun. No matter how much Sam had tried to assure Bucky, he was adamant that no amount of sunscreen could protect his incredibly pale skin.

“And the metal on the arm will get too hot. It’ll burn my shoulder,” Bucky had reasoned.

Sam rolled his eyes. “I know for a fact that the vibranium doesn’t do that. If it did, the shield would be boiling half the time.”

Bucky grumbled something as he leaned back, his sunglasses making his grumpy face look especially goofy.

Sam glanced at his boyfriend as he felt the ground rumble. No way in hell was there just a random earthquake—it had to be something else.

Bucky sat up as the umbrella shook along with the ground. Readjusting his black sunglasses and purple Hawaiian shirt, he glanced at Sam.

Attempting to not be distracted by his boyfriend’s chiseled torso, Sam stood, trying to get a good footing in his flip flops.

When he heard screaming further down the beach, he pulled Bucky to his feet.

“Do you have the shield?” Bucky called as he slipped on his treasured HeyDude shoes (Sam thinks they look goofy), grimacing as he felt the sand in them.

“What, you think I bring it everywhere?” Sam snapped back.

“Do you have it?” He called again. Sam grimaced as he pulled the shield from its case, perfectly tucked away in the beach bag.

Bucky grinned as if he’d won a million dollars.

“I can’t run in flip flops.” Sam huffed as he settled the shield in his grasp.

Bucky, rolling his eyes, slowly slipped off his shoes. He kicked them towards Sam. “Give me your shoes,” he told his boyfriend.

Sam kicked off his flip flops, muttering a begrudging ‘thank you’.

Sam slipped Bucky’s beloved shoes on, dashing towards the danger. As he got closer down the beach, he noticed what the issue was.

There was three things Sam noticed immediately:

The first was that there was a man who was definitely made of sand.

The second was that Dr. Strange—the wizard—was using his weird magic to form a lasso around said sand man.

And the third thing was a young girl who’d Sam had definitely seen before—though he couldn’t remember where—who was currently being thrown around by aforementioned sand man.

Bucky quickly caught up to him, the former brainwashed assassin not being hindered by a pair of shoes.

“What the hell?” Bucky grumbled quietly as he glanced at the wizard.

“Strange, what the hell is going on?” Sam yelled, readjusting the shield’s leather straps in his grip.

“When the Scarlet Witch tried to kill America, she used these demons, sent out almost as bounty hunters. We thought all the remaining ones went back to wherever they came from after she died. Clearly, one didn’t get the memo.” He huffed.

“Christ.” Bucky muttered.

Sam got to fighting, and Bucky got to trying to get the girl safe.

Sam growled at the feeling of his—Bucky’s—shoes filling with sand, knowing his partner would throw a (somewhat serious) fit over it later.

Using the shield to slice through the sand man didn’t work very well, considering the man could just reattach himself as he pleased.

Finally, at just the right time, Sam sliced through the man as Bucky pulled the girl away by her arms. Seizing the opportunity, Strange opened a portal to send Sandy Satan away.

Sam panted, sweat dripping down his forehead. Bucky was checking over the girl, and once he realized she was fine, he quickly ran over to Sam.

“You okay?” He asked, gently grasping at Sam’s shoulders and pulling him out of his hunched posture.

Sam nodded. “Yeah. Just got a hell of a lot of sand in my mouth.”

Bucky smiled at that.

a/n: I’m gonna be posting a lot more (hopefully) in the summer, and here’s something I’ve been working on lately!

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graphics by @saradika-graphics

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Oh boy ( Dean Winchester x Reader) part two

Summary : y/n still reeling in the events of the day calling the one person , she knows that can help , while dean needs answers only it never that easy in the life of a hunter when guests begin to arrive

warning : fun fluffy angsty times ft some cryptids and family , what life without a little arson thrown in there too

previously on Oh boy

Standing on the porch , her house secluded like most around , she was high alert looking out the windows and surrounding , the once safe space didn’t feel so safe. Putting the keys into the lock knowing it was too dangerous to stay there but nowhere to go with only one person she knew she could rely on when it came to this and keeping Mikey protected . reasoning with herself that she didn’t break the promise to keep him away , another part of her knowing she could never keep him away , but one thing she was adamant on was not raising him like she was . where every day was a mission instead of a day to live and take in the world around them even if that world could be hell on earth but it had its nice parts . Another thing was she never noticed or chose not to see how much mikey looked like him , the little carbon copy of the man she tried so hard to forget the same sandy blonde hair and those piercing green eyes . she silently wondered if mannerisms matched , taste or stuff like that were the same but giving what she knew now maybe it was even more for the best that he stayed away . Kicking herself for the one man she had one night stand with was a hunter too. That much was clear and the fake name sort made sense ( didn’t mean she wasn’t pissed off at the fact) . pulling her phone out hovering over the contact she finally hit the button

“ hey i need you “ she steadied her breathe but it was no use today was close call to much of a close call to ignore .

It wasn’t possible , it couldn’t be possible and yet it was . pacing the room thinking back to that night , the way he introduced himself , the flirting and the night she was under him and now here he was back and she was still here but now he was here too . trying to convince himself it wasn’t what it looked like that, that it couldn’t be what it looked like . yet the kid looked like him even he could see that much but stuff like that can happen right?

“Maybe ask her instead of torturing yourself “ sam voice called.

“ but we used something i’m sure of it” he stood now trying to think if they did or didn’t.

“ not always fool proof “

“ Well that much is clear genius “ he scoffed, ready to grab his coat as well as a piece of paper with her address that michelle gave sam under the guise of needing to ask y/n what she saw or what mikey saw. hated to say how much Sam was right he needed to know , what he did with the knowledge was still so unclear but he couldn't just ignore the fact that this could be his child.

“ Be nice and don't lose it …forget it im coming “ sam stood knowing it was a mess , but this was his brothers mess albeit support and someone to be impartial would help . The drive was quiet, not even the sounds of 80s classic rock was blaring from the speakers , eyes watching the road and everything around it . pulling up night dark and the night air blowing through the trees . the little house filled with light and sounds of a gun clicking .

“woah annie oakley it just us” dean called hands raise .

“ yeah i don't think that gonna get her put the gun down … we , he just wants to talk” sam called voice of reason when the gun lowered and soft sigh out of her mouth nodding for them to coming in watching around before closing the door .

“ mikey just gone to to sleep so voices down” she warned heading off letting them follow . deans eyes looking picture all along the narrow hallway . various stages of the little boy's life big bright smiles on his face .

“ Ask “ she looked up knowing it was on tip of his tongue ready to spill from his lips .

“ well … you know “ he looked around never thinking this was conversation he was in his life . “ is he mine ? like you sure he's not… like some other guys right” .

“ yes he's yours and contrary to the situation i don't sleep with guys i meet at the bar” she hissed feeling her cheeks heat up with embarrassment or anger maybe both at the insinuating remark. “ look you can do dna if you want but i've no reason to lie to you , i'm not asking you for anything either “ she stood , she had speech ready for when this day would come and yet words she had memorized vanished , hidden in some corner of her mind not willing to be know.

“ Why didn't you track me down ? , you should have told me “ his own tempter starting to flare.

“ i did only to be met with an 80 retired FBI agent that didn't know his ass from his elbow , how can i track you down when i don't even know your name … god how fucking bad is that “ she laughed dryly .

“dean my name dean” he said a lot cooler knowing he was more to blame than she was.

“ I'm Sam by the way , I know I said it earlier … you ok “ he asked only for her to burst out laughing.

It wasn't a laugh that she found it funny no she felt like she was losing her mind , of course it would be , she knew them not personally clearly but she knew of the brothers only for the sequence of knock to make her stand and rush to the door .

“ How the hell did you get here so fast “ her voice sounded surprised , impressed and confused .

“ Well I'll explain it later this …” that voice that made his eye widen more and both brothers to look at each other and to the door .

“ what you two are doing in my nieces house“ there stood bobby singer .

“ oh come on “ dean almost yelled looking up at the ceiling .

“Oh boy “ sam winced .

The silence was deafening , awkward tension, each wanting to talk and not finding the words . all emotions flying around in a situation none of them could see coming . Yet now to bobby it all made sense from mikey to the fake agent kicking himself for not putting the piece together a lot sooner.

“ Why is everyone so quiet “ cas finally looked around.

“ Because dean knocked up my niece” Bobby gritted as the two cringed and Sam was wondering if there was popcorn available . “ You realise she is only twenty six right ? “ he glared at the man .

“ So she was ..oh dean what the hell man “ sam grimaced .

“ barely just barely turned twenty one “ Bobby hissed.

she went to defend it but the sound of her laugh , one she wasn't letting out of her own mouth could be heard out back . then the screams following as she got up not caring what it was as she ran down the hall almost falling over as she ran into the room to see Mikey was always running towards her , he wasn’t the only thing as it broke through the boys bedroom window and charge as she pulled him out and slammed the door . holding it with all her strength while it was pulling it over.

“ Cas take Mikey to our motel room “ was all Sam said before she watched the two instantly gone .

“ MOVE” dean appeared in front of her with her shot gun as she drop to the ground the sound of the blast and the creature to scream as she crawl scamper to her feet running to the kitchen as she grab the aerosol spray and lighter off the counter before running back to the door shoving the brother out of the way as she began spraying and lifting the light in a makeshift blowtorch as it went up in flames crashing around the room before falling out the window,

“ WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT” bobby yelled .

“ Wendigo, “ the three said in unison .

“ Where is my son , what is he” she poked sam in the chest .

“ Cas is an angel , mikey is safe back in our motel maybe be safer if you got room too” sam winced .

“ he’s not wrong , that tracked you down “ dean opened the door as she stormed past taking the shot gun .

“ it’s still alive” she huffed seeing the tracks heading back to the woods and the smell of burnt rotten flesh in the air . “Take Bobby to mikey i need to pack up “ storming past the men .

“ i’ll stay with her “ dean shook his head handing sam the key , “ be careful” he added.

“ We'll be fine “ bobby wave him away.

“ he meant with baby “ sam rolled his eyes as they headed off.

She barely even wanted to think of anything, only a slight relief that Mikey was safe or that she had to convince herself he was but Bobby wouldn’t let harm come to him . in a big joke that life held just for her , she get pregnant by a Winchester and seriously regretted the bliss of thinking it was a low life scammer and now she was being hunted down by a wendigo that had said brothers in town in the first place . it was an ironic fucking mess and it was her life because of course it was . grabbing the suitcases she headed to Mikey room first grabbing his clothes and thing that she deemed most important as dean stood at the door .

“ those three draws just throw em in “ she threw him a case before going around the house grabbing more irreplaceable things as well as some clothes for herself. She trying not let the tears fall down her cheeks pulling trying to decided what to take with her , grabbing the gun from the safe as she watched her surrounding bring it out to her car before heading back into the house. Five trips between them as she grabbed an ex heading into her bed room she began smash the bottom of her closet as he watched seeing one big huge luggage case hidden . watching as she struggled to carry it rolling his eyes before grabbing the handle feeling the weight of the thing.

“ you got a dead body in this thing” he grunted pulling it with her .

“ no but it can make one “ he could have sworn he saw her wink which honestly didn’t ease any kind of tension before she ran back into the house and coming out with a tox box on wheels a purchase she was definitely thankful for now as she threw it into the back of her car.

“ You go start the car” she handed him her keys .

“ don’t you wanna lock up? “ he asked . Without a reply or words she grabbed the canister out of the bush and threw it in the house along with what he could make out was a burning roll of toilet paper.

“ GO “ She yelled, jumping into the car .

“ What the hell you doing “ he looked back at the burning house.

“ We don't have time to explain now, go “ she snapped as hit the gas, watching her house up in flames along with the hope she finally had a home .

The roads bare as the two drove her eye watching the tree almost checking for movement. Luckily for her the town wasn’t filled with many of them for something of its caliber to move incognito but she knew she was gonna have to get Mikey out of here as soon as possible .

“ Now you wanna tell me what hell that was?” he asked .

“ burn the place so it can’t use our home or try to get our scent from anything in there and nothing else can come from it too “ she explained in a way it made sense but it didn't make it less nuts .

“ sooo what's in the big case?” .

“guns , ammo , katana, you know the essentials”.

“Where are you gonna go? “

“ I don't know but I'll figure it out, I always do” she smiled weakly as she could see the motel coming into view . she sat up straighter almost out the door only for she didn’t know which room it was. almost on his back as she followed when the door opened and little body hit her when she broke.

“ mama did you get the monster?” .

“ hey buddy give yer mama minute kay"bobby patted her back .

“ i didn’t but i will “ she sniffled wiping her eyes checking him over.

“ mama Cas is an angel , he got us here in a blink and , and then we watched cartoons “ he said excitedly .

“ thank you castiel “ she smiled weakly .

“ The little human is quite fun, “ he smiled back .

“ bobby i need a favor “ she stood looking at the older man .

“ any thing kid you know that “ he nodded.

“ need you get Mikey out of town , i'll come get him”

“ what you up to girl i can see it on your face ”.

“ It made it personal .. im going hunting"

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🔪 Horror Villain x Reader Fics:

Freddy Krueger (A Nightmare on Elm Street)

Tethered. 4.2K words, AFAB Reader, NSFW.

Hold Still. 1.5K words, AFAB Reader, NSFW.

Desperate, Aren't You? 792 words, AFAB Reader, NSFW.

Blood, Bruises, and Bite Marks. 4.5K words, GN Reader, NSFW-ish.

Warmth. 3.3K words, GN Reader, SFW.

I Never Pegged You as the Type. 10.5K words, AFAB Reader, NSFW.

Passion Is Sometimes a Fucked Up Thing. 1.1K words, GN Reader, NSFW.

Gabriel May (Malignant)

You're Craving a Release. 1.5K words, GN Reader, NSFW.

Angel Eyes. 608 words, AFAB Reader, NSFW.

Amanda Young (Saw)

Too Late I'm Dead. Amanda Young x AFAB Reader. 5.1K words, NSFW.

Find My Sanctuary. Amanda Young x GN Reader. 3.1K words, NSFW.

Ghostface (Scream, Dead By Daylight)

Epitome of Sweet Misery. Danny Johnson x GN Reader. 1.1K, NSFW.

Assorted one-offs

Demonolatry. Inkubus x AFAB Reader, Inkubus. 6.6K words, NSFW.

Perfect Stranger. Sandie Collins x GN Reader, Last Night in Soho. 4.4K words, SFW.

Needles and Pins. Severen x AFAB Reader x Frank/Adam Barrett, Near Dark x Abigail crossover. 9.8K words, NSFW.

💉 Waking Nightmares:

INCOMPLETE AND DISCONTINUED. A Nightmare On Elm Street, New Nightmare. Multi-chapter. Freddy Krueger x Female OC. Mature.

OC: Roxanne "Roxy" Love

OC Bio. 2.5K words, SFW.

NSFW alphabet. 1.5K words, NSFW.

Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

📝 Current Projects

On Tenderhooks. Original horror novel. Relevant tags:

On Tenderhooks

OC: Roxanne Love

Fate Up Against Your Will. FNAF, William Afton/Springtrap x OC. Relevant tags:

Fate Up Against Your Will

OC: Bryce Thompson

William Afton

Springbryce

Between Angels and Insects. Ghost band, Terzo x OC. Relevant tags:

Between Angels and Insects

OC: Ambrosia

Terzo

Terzosia

[myinconnelly1]

Nameless Need Pt. 1 - Hero

Word count: 739

Masterlist

Pairing: Adam Sackler x OFC (Selena Allen)

Warnings: Stalking, more warnings to come

A/N: This is my first time writing Adam Sackler, or for Adam Driver at all so please be gentle with me. I have a feeling Adam will feel kinda OOC, cause I've only seen a few episodes of the girls but hopefully you all enjoy anyway!

Summary: Selena 'Lena' Allen convinces her neighbor, Adam, to pretend to be her boyfriend so that a Stalker will leave her alone. Things get a little out of hand after that.

The thump at the stairs caught Adam’s attention while he was fishing his keys out of his pocket.  The woman that lived across the hall had dropped her grocery bag and her purse when she tripped running up the stairs.  Adam put his stuff down and walked over to her, grabbed her under the arm and helped stand her up.

“Help me,” She hissed as she put an arm on the shoulder and leaned into him.

“What?” He asked.

“He’s been following me since work,”  She gasped before speaking much louder, “God, you’re my hero, baby.”  Adam took only a second before he fell into character.  He dipped her low like he was dancing with her and grabbed her grocery bag as he nuzzled her neck.

“What would you do without me,”  He said chuckled at the same volume as her.

“Lena, sweets, you dropped you…. Oh,”  Said a man who had a jar in his hand as he walked up the stairs.  He stopped short when he saw Adam.

“Charlie, I didn’t see you.  I thought you were still at the hospital,”  She giggled as she let Adam right her and moved to put the large man between her and Charlie.

“Here let me take that,”  Adam offered his hand out to Charlie.

“Oh sure,”  Charlie said suspiciously.  “She can be such a klutz sometimes.  I’m sure you are constantly picking up after her.”

“Well it’s a nice view, so I don’t mind,”  Adam said.  He turned and handed the jar to Lena with a wink.  “Hey babe, why don’t you take your stuff inside and I come give you a massage,”

“Ok, don’t take too long, or I might start without you,”  Lena said coyly, before prancing as best as she could into her apartment.

“Charlie, right,”  Adam said as he turned to look back at the man who had followed his neighbor home from her job.  “Lena, hasn’t talked about you before, sorry.”  Charlie made a face of displeasure and that pleased Adam.  Typical stalker.

“Right, yeah, I work with her at the hospital.  Ya know, Lena said she had a boyfriend but none of us believed her.  You should come by some time as proof.  I mean unless it’s not that serious,” Charlie sneered.  He was trying to get a ruse out of Adam, but that was not going work.

“Oh it’s pretty serious,”  Adam said as he moved to go toward Lena’s door.  “See ya around Charlie,”  He didn’t bother looking back over his shoulder before walking into Lena’s apartment.

“Thanks,” She huffed as Adam closed the door behind himself.  “I’m Selena, by the way.  Everyone calls me Lena at work, though.”

“Adam,”  He introduced himself to her, letting himself look at her.  She had sandy hair pulled into a high ponytail, cute but also efficient, with her bangs hanging over in front of her grey eyes.  He also noticed that she was wearing scrubs.  “Do I need to take a shower in disinfectant?”  He asked lifting his hands and gesturing at her.

“What? Oh no you’re good.”  She laughed earnestly.  “Can I make you dinner, you know, to say thanks?”   She looked frazzled.

“I don’t need anything like that, he looked like a fucking creep.”  Adam said tossing his thumb over his shoulder.

“It’s just spaghetti, the least I can do for my ‘boyfriend’,”  She put little air quotes around boyfriend.

“Does he do that often?  Follow you home?”  Adam asked.  He couldn’t say why but between the cute way you shook your bangs out of your face, and the way his blood was boiling with anger toward Charlie, he didn’t want to move away from the front door.

“Uh no, this is the first time, at least the first time I’ve seen him, near my home,”  She started pulling her groceries out of the bag that Adam had rescued for her.  “I, uh, this is stupid but would you please stay for dinner.  I don’t want to be alone, I mean I just don’t feel safe, you know?”

“Okay, but I’m gonna wash dishes.”  Adam said finally taking a step toward her little kitchen island. 

“Thanks, I need to go change, make yourself comfortable.”  She gestured to some chairs she had by the island before walking away.

“So, you’re a doctor?”  Adam asked as he fell into the chair with a bit of a sigh.  What had he gotten himself into here?

[bisluthq]

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Resident music history nerd again.

So yeah, those contracts usually suck and it goes back to what I said earlier with using the artist as a cash cow and then once they earn their spots, they can negotiate a better second deal. A lot of the tv talent show contracts suck, the very first winner of project runway, Jay Mccaroll caused quite a stir because he turned down the grand prize of a $100,000 mentorship program & spot at NYFW, because the show (or whatever entity was behind the prize) would be granted 10% of all future earnings as a designer.

Idol and those other shows are a bit of a blessing and a curse. Idol was an absolute sensation though, so they had a huge audience when they launched (at least in the countries’ versions I’m familiar with) and many had a good career, some have truly lasted like Kelly Clarkson. I believe it varied country to country, the winner in New Zealand wasn’t being signed to the big American team even if it was the same label, but contracts for the first few seasons were treated like other game show prizes - have it be a prize, but the budget is based on the predicted profits for the advertising the show would make. It was great for the record labels because they didn’t need to invest in developing the artists, and it was a popularity contest so there was significant less risk signing then over a new artist no one has heard of and wondering if they’ll have fans. They also had the next season of the show to promote the last winner/s. Kelly Clarkson notoriously had to fight the label though to get songs she wanted (she was getting the Disney star treatment of them saying what to record and she pushed back because it wasn’t her style) she also had to fight to be able to cowrite her songs and shape her message, both with the label and then dr Luke later on when she rewrote lyrics to one of his songs to make it fit her.

Anyway, idol was new and exciting and because it was a family show, the contestants often launched with a diverse audience and then shaped their audience later which for some was a blessing, others a curse - Adam lambert for example toned himself down and presented more as an emo adjacent glam rocker, which was a smart move to get a foot in the door. But the audience of dads who liked this guy who was meant to be the modern day answer to classic Bon jovi, kiss and poison, etc, were not all on board when he wanted to make dance pop with rock elements, and I can’t think of a sensitive way to say it but when he was more outwardly expressive of his sexuality, a lot of people turned on him. At the same time though, there was an audience who saw him on tv and knew and were waiting and so ready for him to do his thing. And now he’s the lead singer for Queen, so he has the audience of dads again going to see him live but not touching his new music - he’s a fascinating case study on society more than the music industry though.

Social media and streaming killed the talent show phenomenon though. It likely would’ve become boring on its own, but Sandi Thom was launched via MySpace - Taylor got a lot out of MySpace but it wasn’t her discovery method, Justin was found on YouTube all within 6 years of idol launching. This became direct competition for the talent shows, but wasn’t a huge issue until around 2013 when quite a few artists were discovered on YouTube. Now it’s a totally different landscape with TikTok and families not watching tv together in the same way - it’s more common for everyone to watch something different on their iPads than to gather around the tv and enjoy something together which was part of the magic of idol.

The americas got talent and the voice winners though, they were always at a disadvantage compared to X factor and idol because the shows are significantly shorter and never let people feel like they knew the singers. By the time they crowned a winner most of them hadn’t performed a full 30 minutes and only had their intro video and then short interviews before and after a performance. And the AGT people were competing with comedians, dancers, fire breathers… it wasn’t a good metric to see how they’d fair in the music industry and the prize was a performing contract, not a recording one. Idol was so big for a while they had a spin off show that was like big brother, showing what they got up to during the week in the share house!

I personally think the singers on the voice would’ve been better winning a money prize instead of a recording contract, because the contract just needed to be less than the advertising profit for the show. Of course the label wanted the next superstar, but they usually rushed an album out within a few months of winning and only seemed to support the artist in kind to how much the public rallied behind the album, instead of really giving them a chance.

Sorry, I’ve gone on a lot of tangents and can’t remember where I wanted to end up lol 😂

I guess the TLDR would be: tv show contracts were a game show prize. Some did really well, but if they didn’t do really well they were dropped and not given a chance. They could get away with shittiest contracts too because the artists usually had no industry experience or knowledge, and the contract was a three way between the label, tv show and artist.

Oh and then there are the sunset clauses and non compete clauses too, so even if you’re dropped from your label you might not be able to sign another deal for a few years even if someone wants you - just look at Kesha, Cher, and “the artist formerly known as Prince”.

I’m gonna stop writing now 🫣

see, I also think there are just too many of these shows and there have been too many for a long time. Like you say, people were into Idol and it did start a few great careers (and yes I think a lot of the early winners got suckered into shitty deals because they didn’t know better but also here was enough interest and good will for it to mostly work) but now there are just too many winners on too many shows for people to give a fuck (even if they do watch). Like you might enjoy watching The Voice because you like the coaches and the concept and the performances but not be invested to the point of streaming music. I also think your point on not knowing the artists long enough on most of these shows is a good point and imo (aside from the fact that a lot of the acts are shitty) why Eurovision doesn’t launch that many careers. It might be fun to watch but people don’t necessarily have the time or energy to get invested. Which also brings me to the news cycle being so fickle as a whole because the other thing is these days even blowing up on TikTok and having a trending sound for half a second really doesn’t equate to longevity or people actually giving a fuck. There’s just too much content. And I guess there was always a risk of blowing up with one or two songs and not really having the support or the know how to make that into a career and not getting label support and even being sabotaged by the label as you said to make you keep touring and keep churning shit out but these days because content is so accessible, one or two songs people like doesn’t even necessarily equate to people going to watch live shows. It’s tricky. You also obviously can monetize your own original content in a way that’s MORE empowering for artists these days because you can own all your TikToks and YouTube videos and shit and get paid by those and do pretty well but that also makes labels I think even less likely to spend money on promoting you unless they’re confident in your brand and that’s… tough.

[maya-matlin]

From any fandoms, pick 3 of your favorite ships from each letter of the alphabet (based on their ship name) ex: A:(three ships) B: (three ships) and so on. If there’s only one that exists per letter that’s okay too! 😊

Uh.. I'll try! I can't promise anything for some of these letters.

A:

1.) Adam & Becky (Degrassi)

2.) Angel & Cordelia (Angel)

3.) Alex & Marissa (The OC)

B:

1.) Betty & Jughead (Riverdale)

2.) Brooke & Lucas (One Tree Hill)

3.) Brittany & Santana (Glee)

C:

1.) Chandler & Monica (Friends)

2.) Cory & Topanga (Boy Meets World)

3.) Craig & Ashley (Degrassi)

D:

1.) Drew & Bianca (Degrassi)

2.) Dan & Blair (Gossip Girl)

3.) Dawson & Jen (Dawson's Creek)

E:

1.) Ephram & Amy (Everwood)

2.) Elizabeth & Jason (General Hospital)

3.) Emily & Naomi (Skins)

F:

1.) Fred & Gunn (Angel)

2.) Faith & Buffy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

3.) Felicity & Noel (Felicity)

G:

1.) Graham & Megan (But I'm a Cheerleader)

2.) Georgia & Joe (Ginny & Georgia)

3.) Ginny & Marcus (Ginny & Georgia)

H:

1.) Holly J & Sav (Degrassi)

2.) Hannah & Bright (Everwood)

3.) Henry & Alex (Red, White and Royal Blue)

I:

1.) Isak & Even (Skam)

2.) Iris & Miles (The Holiday)

3.) Isabel & Kyle (Roswell)

J:

1.) Jay & Manny (Degrassi)

2.) Joey & Caitlin (Degrassi)

3.) JT & Liberty (Degrassi)

K:

1.) KC & Clare (Degrassi)

2.) Kirsten & Sandy (The OC)

3.) Karma & Amy (Faking It)

L:

1.) Luke & Lorelai (Gilmore Girls)

2.) Logan & Veronica (Veronica Mars)

3.) Leo & Piper (Charmed)

M:

1.) Michael & Maria (Roswell)

2.) Marshall & Lily (How I Met Your Mother)

3.) Mike & Phoebe (Friends)

N:

1.) Nathan & Haley (One Tree Hill)

2.) Nancy & Steve (Stranger Things)

3.) Noah & Allie (The Notebook)

O:

P:

1.) Pacey & Joey (Dawson's Creek)

2.) Pacey & Andie (Dawson's Creek)

3.) Patrick & Kat (10 Things I Hate About You)

Q:

1.) Quinn & Santana (Glee)

2.) Quinn & Logan (Zoey 101)

R:

1.) Ron & Hermione (Harry Potter)

2.) Ricky & Gina (High School Musical: The Musical: The Series)

3.) Riley & Maya (Girl Meets World)

S:

1.) Sean & Ellie (Degrassi)

2.) Shawn & Angela (Boy Meets World)

3.) Sam & Mercedes (Glee)

T:

1.) Tiny & Shay (Degrassi)

2.) Tristan & Miles (Degrassi)

3.) TJ & Cyrus (Andi Mack)

U:

V:

1.) Victor & Tea (One Life to Live)

2.) Veronica & Cheryl (Riverdale)

3.) Veronica & Betty (Riverdale)

W:

1.) Willow & Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

2.) Waverly & Smash (Friday Night Lights)

X:

1.) Xander & Sarah (Days of Our Lives)

2.) Xander & Anya (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Y:

1.) Yousef & Yana (Skam)

Z:

1.) Zig & Maya (Degrassi)

2.) Zoe & Grace (Degrassi)

3.) Zane & Riley (Degrassi)

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Saturday, 15 February, 2025.

The Weather-Lady was adamant that we would have stormy weather. The only good part was that the temp was over 50 degrees.

Through providential programming the planned workout can easily be done under cover of the Barn and accommodate 12 to 15 souls.

WARMUP

2 Rounds

10 Banded Thrusters

10 Banded Good Mornings

STRENGTH

Power Cleans

Touch & Go..........For Quality

3 Reps EMOM X 5 Minutes

2 Reps EMOM X 5 Minutes

WOD

Partnered

Accumulate 300 Calories Total Any ERG

NON-WORKING PARTNER ALTERNATES DOING

Plank Hold

Overhead Bumper Hold.....(45/25)

KB / DB Farmer's HOLD.....(HEAVY)

Score:

Total Time. Recommend brief sprints with frequent switch's.

Notes:

Alicia/Sandy/Linda/Bernie/Tom/Warren A/Rodney all came to play even tho' there was rain and threats of heavier rain. No one posted their scores. Someone wrote "TOO WET" on the whiteboard.

Sandy was back from her birthday in Paris.

Tom was back from Florida and the respiratory ailment he brought home .

Miss Linda and Tom sorta ran the workout because I was playing sick and stayed indoors.

Sunday at 1 PM. Expect a chilly day with no rain.

[happilyeverreads]

Mirror, mirror on the wall | Pt 3

Maya x Genie

Synopsis: Maya wakes to find the palace and Agrabah eerily deserted, her friends mysteriously trapped within a magical mirror. Determined to free them, she must uncover the enchantment's secrets and face her own untapped powers before it's too late.

Warning: Angst, failed rescue, enigmas, violence, death, dark magic.

The fall seemed endless, a disorienting plunge through pitch-black darkness that left Maya feeling weightless and helpless. The void around her was suffocating, devoid of any point of reference or sound except for the rush of wind in her ears. She couldn't tell if seconds or minutes passed before her descent abruptly ended with a jarring impact into soft, shifting sand.

The landing was brutal, knocking the wind out of her and sending a spray of sand cascading around her. Maya coughed and blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision as she struggled to sit up. The coarse grains clung to her hair and clothes, sticking to her skin and creating a gritty sensation against her every movement.

As she wiped the sand from her face, Maya's gaze lifted and she froze in astonishment. Before her stretched an immense arena, its walls towering high above her. The arena's architecture was ancient and imposing, constructed from weathered stone that bore the marks of countless battles and ages past.

Maya's heart raced as she took in the scene before her.  "What is this now?" she murmured to herself; her voice swallowed by the vastness of the arena.

"You must cross the arena to complete the trial," the sorcerer's voice echoed ominously.

Maya frowned, a sense of unease settling in. "And?" she pressed, expecting a more complex challenge.

"That's all. To finish the trial, you must cross the arena," came the curt reply.

Maya's skepticism grew. It felt too straightforward, too easy. There had to be a catch, a hidden danger lurking amidst the deceptive calmness of the arena. Yet, the sorcerer seemed adamant about divulging no further information.

With cautious steps, Maya entered the arena. Its vastness engulfed her, the empty stands looming high above like silent sentinels of ancient battles. The sand underfoot was firm and packed, bearing faint marks of past struggles that whispered tales of valor and defeat. The air hung heavy with a palpable tension, the stillness broken only by the soft rustle of wind and the distant echo of her footsteps.

Moving forward steadily, Maya kept her senses sharp, alert to any sign of the unseen challenge awaiting her. As she reached the midpoint of the arena, a momentary calm settled over her. Could it be that the sorcerer had indeed left the trial uncomplicated?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, a subtle movement caught her eye—a ripple in the sand at the edge of her vision. She froze, heart pounding, and watched in astonishment as the grains began to shift and swirl, forming into a lifelike figure before her.

Before Maya stood an apparition of Aladdin, crafted from the very essence of the arena itself. The sandy silhouette took shape, replicating Aladdin's familiar features and attire with uncanny detail. 

At first, the silhouette remained completely still, and Maya held her breath. Suddenly, the sand-formed Aladdin seemed to come to life, turning towards her with a movement that tore a cry of surprise and fear from her throat.

"Maya..." the creature groaned, stumbling towards her. "Save us..."

The young woman took several steps back. She knew this couldn't truly be Aladdin, but hearing him plead for help broke her heart. As she retreated, she failed to notice another figure emerging from the sand. This time, the sand had taken the shape of Jasmine, who wrapped her arms around Maya, causing her to scream in fear.

"You abandoned us!" cried the sand-formed Jasmine.

Maya struggled, and the sand gave way under her force, allowing her to break free from Jasmine's grasp. Aladdin and Jasmine advanced towards her like zombies, and Maya felt a rising tide of fear. She had known the sorcerer's trial was too simple. The sand statues were there to prevent her from reaching the other side of the arena.

Maya’s heart pounded as more figures began to emerge from the sand—Abu, the Sultan, and even Iago. Each one bore the same hollow, despairing expressions, their eyes void of life but full of accusation. The Sultan’s sand form pointed a finger at her, his voice echoing with a chilling resonance, "You failed us, Maya."

The sheer intensity of their voices, filled with sorrow and anger, made Maya's resolve waver. She stumbled, her mind racing to find a way out. The path to the other side of the arena seemed impossibly far, the sand creatures closing in on her with every passing second.

The closer the figures approached her, the more she retreated, almost back to the starting point at the entrance of the arena. The sight of her friends, now grotesque sand imitations, haunted her. Their once familiar, comforting faces were now twisted into accusatory masks, their eyes hollow and lifeless.

Maya’s heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing louder than the last. She could feel her throat tighten with fear and frustration. She couldn’t afford to lose this trial; she owed it to her friends. Despite the accusations they hurled at her, which pained her deeply, Maya tried to convince herself they were false.

Her thoughts swirled with doubt. She had always struggled with self-confidence, and the cruel words thrown at her only magnified her insecurities. “You abandoned us,” the sand Jasmine hissed, her voice like gravel. “You’re not strong enough,” the Aladdin figure groaned, each word like a dagger to her heart.

Maya felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away, shaking her head vehemently. A small voice in her head began to push back against the tide of self-doubt, reminding her of everything she had accomplished. She had managed to defeat Jafar. She had become a genie.

The Genie… Thinking of him, she recalled all the times he had believed in her, all the times he had told her she was exceptional. His words echoed in her mind, stronger and more powerful than the taunts of the sand figures. “You’re more powerful than you know,” he had once told her, his eyes full of unwavering faith.

With these words in mind, Maya felt a surge of determination. She straightened up, her gaze hardening with resolve. She was not going to let these illusions deter her. She took a deep breath, feeling strength course through her veins. The hot, dry air filled her lungs, grounding her in the reality of the moment.

She charged at the sand statues, kicking Aladdin with all her might. He crumbled instantly, collapsing into a heap of sand at her feet. The sight bolstered her confidence. She turned to the others, her movements swift and decisive.

She punched Iago, who disintegrated into a puff of dust and grains. Abu was next, his small figure no match for her newfound strength and resolve. One by one, Maya destroyed the sand statues, each blow dissolving her fears and doubts.

The arena was filled with the sound of collapsing sand and Maya's determined grunts. The once imposing sand figures now lay in ruins around her, reduced to nothing more than heaps of golden grains. 

Breathing heavily but feeling triumphant, Maya looked around the arena. The vast, empty space now seemed less intimidating, the oppressive silence replaced with her own steady breathing and the soft whisper of the wind. She wiped the sweat from her brow and continued forward, her steps more confident than before. 

But as she neared the exit of the arena, her steps growing more confident with each stride, the sand at her feet began to shift once more. Maya paused, ready to strike down more statues, but her determination melted away like snow in the sun when she saw who the sand had formed this time.

It was the Genie. A sand statue, bearing his unmistakable likeness, stood before her, and her breath caught in her throat.

“You think you’re strong?” it mocked, its voice dripping with disdain. “But you didn’t see this coming.”

Maya tried to convince herself again that it was all false, but his voice, his familiar voice, hit her like a punch to the gut, striking at her deepest insecurities.

“You’re nothing, a pathetic weakling who can’t even control her powers! Even with half my powers, I’m stronger than you. I trusted you to save us, but you’re too weak. You can’t do anything right.”

“No!” Maya screamed, pressing her hands to her ears to block out the Genie’s cruel, biting words.

She knew it wasn’t really him, yet it hurt far more than anything else. The sand Genie continued to hurl accusations at her, each word slicing through her defenses.

“You abandoned us. You don’t belong in our lives. You’re useless.”

“Stop!” she cried again, backing away, tears burning her eyes.

She knew what she had to do, just one punch would make him disappear, but she found herself incapable of doing it. Even though it was fake, she couldn’t bring herself to strike him. The sorcerer had found her weak spot: the Genie.

Maya stood there, trembling, the weight of the accusations bearing down on her. The sand Genie loomed closer, its presence overwhelming. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to summon the strength to act. 

But despite all her courage and determination, she couldn’t bring herself to strike him. She fell to her knees in the sand, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew the real Genie would never say those things. He loved her, supported her in everything she did, and believed in her.

The arena's eerie silence pressed down on her, the emptiness echoing her despair. She could feel the rough, gritty texture of the sand beneath her fingers as she clenched her hands, trying to find the strength to go on. The memory of the real Genie’s laughter, his unwavering support, and his boundless love filled her heart, giving her a glimmer of hope.

She lifted her head towards the sand Genie. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. "I forgive you."

The sand statue seemed taken aback, its features flickering in confusion as if not expecting this reaction.

"You can say whatever you want, it won't change the love I have for you, Genie. I love you," she continued, her voice gaining strength with each word.

With those three small words, carrying so much love and faith, the statue began to disintegrate slowly. The grains of sand slipped away, caught by an invisible breeze, returning to the earth in a shimmering cascade.

Surprised that her act of love had worked, Maya dried her tears with the back of her hand, leaving faint streaks on her cheeks. She stood up, her legs shaky but determined. This trial had not left her unscathed; even though her friends were false, the words that had been spoken hurt more than she cared to admit.

She cast one last glance at the arena, the vast, empty expanse now silent and still. The echoes of the cruel words still lingered in the air, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the real Genie and his boundless faith in her. The thought of his warm smile and his encouraging words filled her with a renewed sense of purpose.

Ahead, in the distance, a door stood framed against the darkness, its outline faint but unmistakable. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and moved toward the next trial, her heart heavy but her resolve unwavering.