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fuckyeah-jessicabiel · 1 year

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Jessica Biel for Elle USA - June 2007

From the moment she appears, Jessica Biel is gracefully deflecting the attention of men. Wearing Roger Vivier white pumps and snug True Religion jeans, her hair tightly pulled back in a ponytail, she walks out of the elevator in the Hotel Gansevoort in New York City's Meatpacking District at a rapid clip, shedding two young men who had the incredible good luck to have ridden down with her. She nods them off nicely as they walk away grinning and no doubt mentally compiling lists of buddies who'll be receiving the following text message: "DUDE! I WAS JUST IN AN ELEVATOR WITH THE SEXIEST WOMAN ALIVE!"

Next in the gauntlet is a Moby-looking scenester with a paunch who descends upon her in Ono, the Gansevoort's bustling, dimly lit Japanese restaurant, introducing him- self as if he's an old friend. The fact that he's wielding a Treo device like a video camera goes unnoticed by Biel, who later refers to said implication as "creepy." She dis- patches him into the darkness with a tight smile and walks through the large restaurant to a back booth, caus- ing a ripple of chopsticks to go still as heads turn.

If the rhythms and rotations of the mass entertainment media complex are to be trusted, we are currently living in Jessica Biel's Big Moment. After getting her foot in the door in 1996 on the show 7th Heaven, the now-25-year- old actress won the hearts and minds of the boys with her badass ability to wield a meat cleaver in the 2003 remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and a bow and arrow in 2004's Blade: Trinity. Her turn in 2005's Stealth, which bombed (literally), may have gone largely unnoticed, but the trailer highlighting Biel under a waterfall certainly didn't. Then in the fall of 2005, Esquire bestowed on her the magazine's "Sexiest Woman" honorific. Last summer, she deftly skipped over the threshold from hottie to respectable actor with her supple performance as an early-twentieth-century duchess opposite Edward Norton and Paul Giamatti in The Illusionist and since then has become a red-carpet flashbulb magnet, wearing Valentino to the Golden Globes and, to present at the Oscars, a fuchsia halter-top Oscar de la Renta dress that strikingly revealed her toned shoulders.

And yet "it's still a struggle," Biel says, sitting up straight with the alertness of a ninja. Her tan sleeveless Preen turtleneck highlights her muscular arms. "I thought the Esquire cover was going to be really positive for my career," she says. "But it wasn't, really." Biel recalls being told by one director, "I'm not looking for the sexiest woman; I'm looking for the girl next door."

"Parts that I really want aren't going to me," Biel says. "Like The Other Boleyn Girl with Scarlett Johansson and Natalie Portman." But she stops herself. "I don't want to say that there's nothing I love that I can have. But there's still the occasional script that the director doesn't want to see you for. They want that top tier of girls."

So how does she go from Big Moment to top tier? Gaug- ing from her acting heroes-Meryl Streep, Cate Blanchett, and Annette Bening (with whom she will costar, along with Sean Bean, in a screen adaptation of Oscar Wilde's play A Woman of No Importance)-it seems she has good taste. And in addition to working with Nicolas Cage and Julianne Moore in the recent thriller Next, Biel is finally getting a turn at comedy-something she's been longing for-opposite Adam Sandler and Kevin James in I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, due out next month.

"Jessica is a great actress who also happens to be smart, sweet, and funny," Sandler says. "But the best part of working with her was watching her beat Kevin James at arm wrestling." Not that the movie, about two firefighters who pretend to be gay in order to claim domestic-partner benefits (Biel plays their lawyer), refrains from reveling in her sexiness-she sheds her clothes for a gawking Sandler, and when his character first sees her, his world goes into super slow-mo.

"She's capable of attaining the Julia Roberts crown," says Chuck and Larry director Dennis Dugan, referring to Biel's healthy-American-girl vibe and comic timing. The actress herself is wary of such pronouncements.

"The scary thing about having this opportunity is that if it's 'your moment,' that eventually disappears," she says. "I think about reaching for 'the moment' but never really achieving it. That way, I'm always striving."

BIEL CARRIES HERSELF WITH THE CONFIDENCE OF A DANCER OR AN ACCOMPLISHED JOCK-BOTH OF WHICH SHE HAS BEEN.

When Biel walked onto the set of The Illusionist, director Neil Burger was impressed with her athlete's readiness and resolve. She carries herself with the confidence of a dancer or an accomplished jock-both of which she has been. "She completely gave as good as she got" with her Oscar-nominated costars Norton and Giamatti, Burger says. "That's a testament to her poise and her talent."

Early in the production, Biel had a scene with Norton that put the two of them in a stream in the Czech Republic in March. "It was essentially liquid ice. It was like an elec- tric shock, and it knocked the breath out of both of us and Jess turned blue," Norton says. "When we watched it back on the monitor, you could see it hadn't played out exactly right. Neil and I both wanted to do it again, but some- times you have to give up perfect for safety, and we were hesitant to ask her to get back in that water. But she said, 'It wasn't right, was it? Let's do it again.' And I thought, All right, she's a pro."

"She doesn't take herself too seriously," says her friend and producing partner Michelle Purple.

Stephen Collins, who played Biel's minister father on 7th Heaven, agrees: "She has an incredible goof-off, tom- boy streak," he says.

So what was a tomboy doing in the front rows at fashion week in Paris early last March? ("An intimi- dating and overwhelming environment," Biel says.) Scoring some clothing, including the Preen number she's wearing now, and also celebrating her twenty- fifth birthday. "Someone said, 'You have five years till 30.' I started to think, Wow, over the next five years, my life could really change personally," Biel says smil- ing, with a slight squint of her catlike eyes.

When the tabloids started spotting Biel with Justin Timberlake in January shortly after his breakup with Cameron Diaz-the two were seen snowboard- ing together in Park City, Utah, during the Sundance Film Festival; sharing a glass of champagne at Prince's Golden Globes party; and backstage at Timberlake's concert in San Diego-her personal life suddenly became of great interest to the public. She dodges a probe about her relationship with Timberlake while knocking back shrimp tempura with aplomb, saying that she was in Park City with girlfriends and holding

"WE DIDN'T LOCK OUR DOORS," BIEL SAYS OF HER COLORADO CHILDHOOD,

meetings for her production company, Iron Ocean Films. Nor does she want to discuss her past relation- ships with actors Ryan Reynolds and Chris Evans, or Yankee star Derek Jeter, "for no other reason than I can't even go to the dry cleaner by myself anymore," she says. "You're seen in public with anybody that you might not even know, and you're speculated about."

Asked if the constant attention makes dating hard, she says, "It makes everything hard because you can't even go to pick up a prescription without somebody trying to snap a photo of what you have in your Longs Drugs bag. Thank goodness I'm a nice person," she says. "Thank you, Mom, for teaching me that.

"The day after Biel was born, in Ely, Minnesota, her parents took her to a dogsled race; it was 30 degrees below zero. By age one she was in a canoe. Her mother, who is "New Age," grew up in Colorado, hunting for arrowheads as a child; her father was a "mountain man" who ran an Outward Bound school and worked as an international business consultant. His career took the family (her brother, Justin, is three years younger) from Texas to Connecticut and, finally, to Boulder. "We didn't lock our doors," she says. "We snowboarded, hiked, climbed, rafted. We grew up without a fear of the world."

Although Biel thrived at athletics, she doesn't remember a time when she wasn't dancing or sing- ing. At age 11, she signed up with a talent agency in Denver, which got her to the International Modeling and Talent Association convention in Los Angeles, which in turn got her into meetings with managers and agencies.

"I wanted to be Whitney Houston for a long time. I would be onstage and I would just come alive," Biel recalls. "I begged my parents to let me go out for pilot season."

When she was 14, she landed her central role in 7th Heaven, playing the oldest daughter of seven kids in a wholesome Christian family. But after a few years, she wanted to mix things up personally and professionally. At 17, Biel posed seductively for a Gear magazine photo shoot, topless with scant bottoms. It was a clear sign that she wanted to be off the show. "I was all over the place," she says now. "I was being a rebellious teenager." She feels that she was exploited by the magazine, but 7th Heaven's producers cut her out of the series. (She eventually returned in a more limited role.)

"The Gear thing, while embarrassing, wasn't exactly bad for her career," Collins says. True enough, in that between Gear and Esquire Biel worked on seven major films. But none of those movies had anywhere near the impact that taking off her clothes did . Julianne Moore says that Biel's "extraordinary" beauty appears as if "she were carved from marble," but she also has a body that you'd think only a comic book artist could draw-curvy in just the right places-and yet still healthy.

"WE SNOWBOARDED, HIKED, CLIMBED, RAFTED. WE GREW UP WITHOUT A FEAR OF THE WORLD."

Biel works out three times a week, primarily heart-rate training, doing fast-speed soccer exercises, squats, and running. She also does yoga regularly. Still, she feigns dismay at the suggestion that she looks buff.

"What do you mean? This is the thinnest and the least muscular I've been in a long time," she protests. "I'm so lean and feminine!"

As we order tea after dinner, the large party of 20 at the banquet table perpendicular to ours has mostly disbanded, allowing four of the men left at the table to reshuffle themselves so that eventually they sit on one side, facing her. It's as if they're at dinner theater. Biel may feel she has yet to land the role that breaks her out, but until that time, she has no shortage of fans who will be happy to watch her along the way.

When asked to go bowling two days later, after her ELLE photo shoot, Biel scarcely raises an eyebrow. She throws on a black ensemble and arrives ready to roll at Chelsea Piers between two lanes of bouncy seven-year-old girls. Despite doing pretty poorly, losing for eight frames, she pulls a spare, a strike, and two nines at the very end to win the contest. "I was really sucking, but I'm a closer," she says gamely. "You should see me at beer pong."

#jessica biel #elle magazine #cover #articles #interviews #2007

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cacklingblobbittyrabbitty · 2 years

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unhinged rainbow magic post 4 of 12

There are ups and downs in this one yeaaaaaa but we do get the first two fairies of colour woohoo!

JEWEL FAIRIES

India LOOK AT THE PEARLESCENT DRESSSSSSSSS Peak 2000s cute girls (the dress silhouette) First sandals!! Shiny hair with cute lil pin babey First long hair? In conclusion, one of the most iconic first fairies so far?

Scarlett (but like why are you spelling it with two t’s?) Some points for rhyming Kitten heels gurl (first heels?) On first glance: cute! On second glance: I absolutely hate this 1) Pouffed up 90s ass hair 2) Waistline!!! Why does she got long torso syndrome 3) The colour difference between the skirt/shoulder and the torso material 4) Skirt split above the knee = dangerous 5) I just don’t like the waves In conclusion: why you trying to be as iconic as ruby

Emily First proper ginger!! and her freckles are so cute omg Green as a colour works BUT the background colour is heinous why would you do that Ballet shoes for the baddest bitches!!!! also Nice Power Pose HOwever. The dress. 1) Is that fuycking seaweed 2) Why would you fuck up my favourte halter neckline like this 3) Whole dress should be dark green HOWEVER double layered skirts ARE an icon - so points for that ig but at the end of the day this feels offensive to gingers

Chloe First woman of colour babey Triple layered skirt? Yes Wraparound cardigan? Yes Headband? Yes Sharpay Evans could Never The red accents are chefs kiss Cute ass wings babey 2000s icon - one of the best examples so far

Amy MASSIVE mum vibes esp. with the 80s hair Oh jeans and dresses my beloathed The background shouldn’t be that colour I do like the range of purples So period accurate that it hurts Nice gold hair colour (not too brassy) Vibes are so immaculate that we don’t want to change anything - it feels like an Artefact

Sophie Second woman of colour! Go Jewel Fairies! VANS GO STYLE ICON I love her Her skirt and top are so iconic Off-the-shoulder bell sleeves with poof? It’s doing So Much but works So Well Socks are a slightly different colour than the sleeves which hurts my soul but the vans are so cool that I have to overlook it That haaaiiiir man? Incredible No notes

Lucy (diamond) The top is beautiful - cinched at the chest, long sleeves with open ends, diamond pattern Skirt? Hmmmm I really like the diamond pattern but it feels too sharp - I think more subtle spikes would work here Shout out to Cherryfall23 on deviantart for doing a great remodel of the skirt, making it a skater skirt with a triangular cutout waistline Hair is a statement and it is a good one - she cut it herself and she’s a hairdressing icon Boots. Incredible. Pulls off the cowboy style immaculately

#rainbow magic #jewel fairies #rainbow magic fairies

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mischiefxmanagcd · 2 years

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mischiefxmanagcd asked: "where are you going?"

While Scarlett was certainly no stranger to sneaking out of the house, getting herself caught in the act was a whole other ballgame. Fortunately for her, she was quick on her feet when it came to dreaming up a plausible enough excuse and wisely refrained from making some sort of flip comment about how her father used to spend a lot of his nights in town, only to be home again the next morning when she and her brother woke up. Why shouldn't she be allowed to live a similar lifestyle, as long as she was up and ready on time for school the next morning?

"I'm too restless to sleep right now, so I thought I'd take a walk. Maybe go down to the stables and spend a few minutes with Sapphire, Cashmere, and Vanity or somethin'." Her outfit didn't exactly scream late night stroll around the ranch by any means, but it wasn't like she was dressed in a halter top and a pair of daisy dukes, either.

"What're you doin' down here anyway? I thought everyone would already be in bed by now."

Ah, deflection at its finest. Whether or not it would actually work, Scarlett could only hope. Either way, fingers were crossed that J.R. wouldn't be in the mood to play a round of twenty questions that night, because there was only so much talk his daughter could talk before finally being intimidated into the truth.

“I had some business to handle.” It wasn’t a lie, per se, nor was it the whole truth. Not that it mattered either way. J.R. was the parent here, not Scarlett, and he didn’t answer to her. He was more concerned with where she might be heading this late at night. Then she mentioned taking a walk and a mischievous smile appeared on the man’s face.

“That so?” he asked, moving himself closer to the front door. “In that case, why don’t I keep you company? It’s gettin’ late; I don’t want ya out there by yourself, and I wouldn’t mind gettin’ some fresh air.”

It was all a lie. He had no desire to go out to the stables, but he wasn’t an idiot; he knew she was sneaking out somewhere. He hadn’t been born yesterday.

“We don’t get nearly enough father and daughter bonding time.” // @prettytragcdies

#i. continued thread -> prettytragcdies -> scarlett ewing.#ii. muse -> j.r. ewing.

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paperdollheart · 2 years

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Natasha from the Marvel Cinematic Universe (as portrayed by Scarlett Johansson) in the style of Sailor Moon. Senshi outfit, professional/school outfit, casual outfit, formal outfit.

[Image ID: Four pieces of art of Natasha from the Marvel Cinematic Universe in the anime style of Sailor Moon. Natasha is white and slender, though curvy, with short, curly red hair, big light blue eyes, and red lips. In the first and third pictures, the background is blue and sparkly, with two solar flares; in the second and fourth pictures, the background is the same but in red.

In the first image, she’s wearing her sailor scout uniform: it has a black bodice, a red pleated skirt and sailor collar, and light blue bows on the chest and lower back. There is red tulle sticking out from beneath the hem of the skirt and the front bow has a red jewel in the center of it. She’s wearing fingerless elbow-length black gloves with blue taser bracelets over them and red toe shoes with ribbons that lace up to just below her knees.

In the second picture, she’s wearing a school uniform, since in this AU she’s in high school. She has a light blue button-up shirt and a dark blue pleated wool skirt; the shirt is loosely tucked into the front of the skirt. A red necktie hangs untied under her collar. She’s wearing black semisheer tights and black Mary Janes.

In the third picture, she’s wearing a more casual outfit. She’s wearing a black/red denim jumpsuit with short sleeves and shorts. It has a matching belt at the waist. She’s wearing a grunge-patterned red long-sleeved shirt under the jumpsuit. She’s also wearing thigh-high red socks with a white stripe at the top and over-the-knee black boots.

In the fourth picture, she’s dressed like the space royalty she is. Her dress is red and tea-length, with a halter bodice. The bodice has silver-black lines over it in a pattern that resembles spiderwebs; the skirt is voluminous and flippy. She’s wearing black high-heel shoes with red ribbons (mimicking her ballet shoes) that lace up around her ankles. /.End ID]

#sailor mcu by paperdollheart #marvel art by paperdollheart #marvel #MCU #sailor moon #natasha romanoff #black widow

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mediaonedesign · 1 year

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A Chance Encounter: Dinner, and a Movie... Star

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

A Walk in the Park (Previous)

Warning: Angry Scarlett, Grief, Dead OC!Child, Depression ™️

Put it under one Natasha tag for exposure, hope it doesn’t offend like the Bucky ones do. 😳

Ever since meeting you at the park just two days ago Scarlett's been unable to get you off her mind, and the thoughts are completely all over the place. One second she's swooning over you and the way you made her heart feel lighter with every giggle, or the loving glance you'd cast towards all present children. She thought you were stunning, and she loved the way that you were entirely too easy to fluster, the happy news that you're single was just a bonus.

Then the next she's pacing around her room, engaging in a matter of mental gymnastics on as to why you'd been a volunteer at her daughter's school for the last four years if Angie had only been there for a years time. Deep, like really deep down she'd known you weren't some crazed stalker, but that same gut feeling she has about you has led her astray three separate times, and now she's justifiably paranoid.

———

"Mommy! I'm ready to go, and I even got Carson dressed too, I put him in that cute sailor creeper and now he's playing in his walker. Are you ready to go yet?"

"Yes my love, I'll be downstairs in just a few minutes, make sure you grab the pie from the fridge." She shouts through the door, then she finishes her look up before heads downstairs, deciding that worrying won't give her answers that only you have, and she's itching for them.

—

"Mama!!! Ri-Ri is coming over soon!"

"Yes she is, so tell me then honey, did you clean your room?"

"Yes! I cleaned it, and I even made my bed." She beams, and you smile right back at her while also making a mental note to go see the mess that is definitely her "made" bed before the company arrives.

"I'm so proud of you angel, go ahead and watch your cartoons and when you hear the knock on the door come get me."

"Okay mama, I love you!" She says as she throws her arms around your legs, and you rub her back with the hand that's not stirring the contents in the pot, and return the sentiment.

You'd weighed out your options for dinner, and after discovering the blonde beauty doesn't eat dairy, but her daughter devours it you decided to make a baked pasta dish, and created a smaller dish with her altered, vegan portion. Being the overachiever that you are you'd even boiled a potato for the baby; throwing half of it into a blender with the remaining scraps of chicken, and the medley of peas and carrots. Then you settled everything into the fridge, deciding that you'd bake it sometime after their arrival instead of just having it ready.

"Mama! They're here!!"

You finished washing the last counter off just as your daughter called out to you, and your phone dinged with a "motion detected" notification from the Ring camera on your front porch.

"Go ahead angel, let them in."

Angie sprung off the couch, hand making quick work of the locks, you stood behind her with a nervous smile as this is your first time hosting a celebrity in your house, and an intimidatingly beautiful one at that.

"Ri-Ri!" .... "Gi-Gi!" The girls squealed in sync, and after sharing a hug it was apparently your turn because the shorter blonde was slamming into your body without much of a warning.

"Hey there Riley, long time no see."

She giggles at your obvious joke, then once she steps to the side you look up to greet your remaining guests. To say you were stunned would be the understatement of the year, all three kids are dressed rather casually, but Scarlett was clearly dressed to impress, and you were left to wonder if she'd no longer been planning to stay for dinner and was just accepting free childcare.

Her hair was down in beach waves that fell right above her shoulders, and she decidedly kept her makeup light but the red lip definitely caught your eye. The shade perfectly matched her halter dress, and the jewelry she'd selected accentuated her slender fingers perfectly. Once she had quirked her brow in amusement you regained your senses, reaching out to take the pie, but instead coming back with an eager baby, which honestly helped to ease the rising tensions as the both of you wildly giggled.

"Mama, are you going to show her the special room full of her face?"

Well... Tensions were rising once more, and this time there was a thicker layer of uneasiness mixed within for your guest.

"Jelly... You have to think before you speak silly, you're going to make her think I'm crazy." You teased your daughter, who only tilted her head in confusion, then shrugged her shoulders in absolution before taking off with Riley's hand in her own.

"Well, I was going to throw dinner in the oven, but now I feel I should show you my collectors room to ease your mind, promise there isn't a shrine of prints of your face."

Even with the uneasiness gnawing at her she still feels she can trust you so she slots her hand with yours, allowing you to guide her towards the massive lounging room to the side of the living room.

"Oh." She snorts, looking over the room, and her heart is put to ease when all she finds is a massive array of collectors item's for The Black Widow, amongst many other Marvel characters, and there's even an entire corner dedicated to Pokemon, and all things spooky.

"Yeah." You awkwardly chuckle out, hand releasing hers, and she is quick to move around the room feigning interest in your vast variety of collectors items.

"So, you're a nerd..." You vaguely catch the whispered realization.

"I'm on a date with a nerd..." She further clarifies, and you're quick to gasp, so that's why she's so dressed up...

"I'm not a nerd..." You grumble.

"You so are though." She chuckles, hand holding up and observing the flocked Pikachu Funko in a comforting amusement, but then her face falls when you respond.

"If I'm a nerd then so is Riley, over half of that card collection was gifted by her." You muse, walking around the room and bouncing the baby on your hip all while failing to miss the way the blonde stews in a sudden switch up of emotions.

The anxiety induced anger truly clouds her judgement here, because how is it that you know such things about her daughter, things that she herself doesn't even know, and not only that but why are you so close to her that she's specifically gifting you cards. You're an aide three days a week, surely there were other children around for you to get close to, and what's the coincidence that you'd befriend her daughter while having a clear affinity for Marvel, and apparently her former character.

"This was a bad idea."

You still in your spot, wondering how you'd missed the sudden change in the atmosphere, and when you do face her your heart begins to hammer rapidly within your chest at the sight of her furious expression aimed at you.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I don't think you should be in my daughters class anymore, matter of fact maybe I'll see about getting you barred from the school all together."

"Wait, Scarlett what's the problem, what even happened?"

"Why the hell are you so close to my daughter? More importantly, why did you work at her school all these years when you've only had a kid enrolled since last year? This whole situation has felt off for me, and I tried to overlook it because you seemed kind, and for Riley's sake, but now it's just all becoming too eery." She seethes, voice consistently rising, and you're just grateful for the kids loud music upstairs.

Oh... You do everything in your power to keep composed, but you can already feel your lungs stuttering, and your limbs going numb.

"It's not whatever you think it is, I promise I can explain, but please just sit down, and I'll go grab what I need to so that I can show you."

Everything is screaming at her to run out the door, to snatch her son from your arms and to never look back, but the clear signs of despair behind your glazed over eyes tells her to at least hear you out, and she'd be lying to say she wasn't curious about it all.

"Okay." She calmly replies, a far cry from her previous notion, and her anxieties lessen even more when you set a displeased Carson in her lap.

Once you exit the lounging room your whole entire body trembles while you head up the stairs. This will be the first time since his memorial service—so nearly two years ago, that you'll have entered his bedroom, or even looked through the box of memories past, and if not for sparing Riley the heartbreak of losing her ties to your family you'd have just let her leave thinking this poorly of you.

As you open the door you're thrown into a fit of coughs within the same instant, a cloud of dust having swooshed directly into your face. Then after the coughing subsides it's a never ending stream of tears, if you just close your eyes it's like you can still smell his unique mix of scents. He'd always smelled like a mix of cinnamon, white bar soap, and the outdoors which was a perfect display of his day to day life.

Nostalgia gripped at your heart when you saw the family photo that he cherished sat upon the bookshelf, and in a brutal show of irony there was a massive crack directly down the center of the glass frame. Not wanting to keep Scarlett waiting long you grabbed the box from off the rocking chair and made quick work of exiting. In all actuality though you needed out of his room, you were one moment away from collapsing in on yourself, the entire situation having proved too much for your heart to bare.

Scarlett nearly jumped out of her seat when your far more frazzled form returned to her, and it increased the itching beneath her skin, but a familiar book on top of the box had momentarily calmed her nerves.

"Um... So, the reason... Fuck.. I'm so sorry.." Your fluctuating tone startled the baby, and he immediately started crying, and when she really looked at you she could tell you'd been doing just the same thing, and her entire standoffish demeanor softened at the sight of you appearing so broken.

Scarlett immediately moved herself to the floor to be level with you, and Carson quickly fussed his way out of her hold, then crawled over to you in search of a mutual need for consoling. With shaky hands you pulled him against your chest, allowing him to nuzzle himself against you, and the comfort he provided you seemed to help you with the process of explanation.

"Um..." You tried, but when the words failed you, you instead opened the yearbook from Josh's Kindergarten year, and her eyes zoned in on your pointed finger.

"Joshua Valdez..." She reads, and a lightbulb immediately goes off in her head, she vividly remembers the little boy that her daughter proclaimed to be her best friend from the start, and her eyes sting at the moment of haunting realization.

Then before she could continue to connect the dots on her own you flipped the page to show the class activities throughout the year, an adorable photo Scarlett's vaguely familiar with floods her view.

Joshua—your beautiful baby boy with the sweet as honey green eyes, and dangerous dimples was smiling wide and holding a plotted plant in his hand, and Riley was stood there with her tiny hands over her mouth in surprise. Then directly beside it was the both of them on the ground, Josh miraculously holding the pot in the air with a bewildered expression on his face with Riley atop of him in a suffocating hug.

"I took those..." You suddenly mumbled, Scarlett's glossy eyes full of pity looked up to meet yours full of despair and you were quick to drop your gaze from her own because it was all just too painful to feel.

Next thing you pull out is a scrapbook, you file through it and stop when you found the section you were looking for, and you silently turn the book to her while holding her son that much tighter in an attempt to keep the burning tears at bay for at least another minute or so.

Scarlett notices the dated album, and realizes at the time of this birthday party she would've been on the press tour for Avengers: Endgame, and that Riley's father most likely aided her in the whole entire process, and she'd been left in the shadows of it all. Riley's smile never faltered in a single photo, Josh's was much the same from when they were playing on the bouncy house, or eating pizza, and it only grew while opening his gifts.

He'd been in the special chair with Pikachu ears suffocating his curly brown hair, and to no ones surprise, directly at his side—literally in the same seat, was Riley aiding him in opening the gifts. The final set of photos was a sequence that showed her getting up, then handing him a massive bag that Scarlett's sure she funded. Her daughters giddy expression gnaws at her already aching heart, and when she sees him pulling out the Pokémon memorabilia she understands your earlier commentary.

The silence around the both of you is far too consuming, you begin to lay out a few other keepsakes you'd found worth seeing, and once you found your voice again you elaborated on the photo album topic a bit more.

"His favorite was Magikarp, which at face value is a useless Pokemon, but if you wait it out with the tiny orange fish it becomes a powerhouse. He'd always been a fan of the underdog trope, never allowing people to pick on the easy to target kids, and always encouraging them to be great. He was so enthusiastic about it too, he'd tell me all about it when he came home on days I was off, and it always warmed my heart to see his passion for other's happiness, and he was just so incredibly kind. The best little boy a mom could dream up, and oh boy, the way he loved his little sister... He was perfect, and I'm not just saying that cause I was his mama..."

Everything about this situation pains her, being a working mother has never been an issue for her, and that's totally valid, but she never realized just how much she missed when away, it's like she's watching her daughters life unfold before her eyes and she's not even there. Then there's the far more heartbreaking fact that she just took what was meant to be a date, and turned it into a heartbreak festival, forcing you to face something she's not too sure you were ready to face, and it hurts her even more knowing you only allowed her to break you like this for the sake of her daughters happiness.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, God I am beyond ashamed of myself for putting you in such a position. Never in my life had I even considered such a possibility, but I should've known better than to just assume the worst of you."

"It's okay."

"It absolutely is not okay, honey, you don't need to accept the apology, but I do hope you know that I mean it..."

"It is though Scarlett, you were just protecting your cubs, and if it was reversed I would've done the exact same thing. I promise I'm ok."

Silence falls once more, but this time it's clarifying, and Scarlett finally notices that you'd gotten her son to sleep once again, without doing anything outside of cuddling him, and it has her softly smiling your way.

"There's no sun." She notes, and your furrowed brows lead her to point to the sleeping baby.

"Oh, yeah.. I didn't want to hurt your feelings at the park, but babies tend to love me. I've actually been deemed the baby whisperer amongst my friends."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. The secret is feigning a lack of interest. If you just ignore the baby all together, they'll do everything in their power to gather your attention, it's proven foolproof for me thus far and continues to do so."

With careful movements you're able to transfer the baby onto the indoor hammock, then as you return to clean up you see Scarlett continuing to look through your photos.

"He's beautiful..."

"He was, wasn't he?" You correct her, speaking of him in the present tense is too confusing for your heart, so you have to remind yourself of the brutal reality.

"I'd always hated never getting to meet him." She admits, finger tracing over a photo of the best friends sharing their ice creams with a three year old Angie, and the memory fondly replays in the back of your mind.

"He honestly loved you, you were his best friends mom—Riley always talked about you whenever she could, and you were also one of his top three superheroes." Your sincere proclamation really just makes the guilt of the situation worse, but she's not going to put that on you.

"Only top three?" She feigns offense, and your honest giggle had her smiling from ear to ear, and all she wanted was to hear it again.

"What can I say? As sweet as the kid was he loved himself a good Hulk Smash, and he was always so entranced by Wanda's magic."

"All is forgiven..." She teases, and then quickly crawls over the memorabilia when she sees your body trembling with sobs.

"Hey, it's okay honey, I got you..."

"I-I miss him so much."

Scarlett hums against your temple, and continues to rock your already shaking body while you hopefully find the chance to let it all out.

"That day, when I got the call... I was supposed to be there, but my job wouldn't stop pestering me to work some overtime. So I'd sent him off to school with his Deda, and he left with the brightest smile on his face, and I remember that hug he gave me—it was so tight, as if the world was already aware of what was coming." Your voice cracked as the suppressed memory haunts the front of your mind.

"I didn't even send him off that morning with my normal 'I love you,' he died without hearing the three most important words a child should never go without hearing. One minute I'm making my four year old lunch, the next I'm racing off to the hospital because of some freak accident with a baseball bat that landed my son in critical condition in the ICU."

Scarlett watches the unwavering, and completely unfair guilt swirling beneath your gaze, but for the time being she says nothing. Her surprisingly strong arms just hold you tighter as your bodies shakes never stop.

"My precious baby got his wings decades too early, and now I'm supposed to just live on like everything is okay... A mother isn't supposed to bury her son, it's not meant to be like this, but those beautiful girls upstairs needed me so here I am, putting up the good fight..."

Your words hit her like a ton of bricks, because even the thought of losing her children hurts her beyond measure. What really throws her off though is just how incredibly broken you obviously are, and just how easy it'd been for you to have hidden it for all this time. It really dawns on her how focused on everyone else's grief you'd been that you never been made tot process your own.

"He knew you loved him Y/N, something tells me you told him frequently enough that he had no choice but to believe it to be true. I'm really sorry, and I know it sounds cheap, but I truly am heartbroken for you—you're also right hon. A mother's never meant to bury her child, and I'll curse the world with you for being so cruel. I'm so glad you're here, giving it the good fight, because I'm personally looking forward to getting to know you. I'm also eternally grateful for you and everything you've done for my sweet girl over the years, and for looking out for even when you had every right not to. You're clearly an angel sent from up above..."

Scarlett laid a gentle kiss to your forehead which in turn caused you to giggle at the strange feeling of her lipstick transferring to your skin, and she soon followed suit at the sight of you with her lips on you.

"Thank you Scar..." You simply whisper, having nothing else really to say in the moment, because processing all of it was too heavy a burden for your already struggling heart.

"It's honestly my pleasure Y/N, because holding you close is actually really nice."

"Wait. So, is this is a date? I promise you that I don't usually cry on the first one, I tend to save that for at least date number three." You joke, trying your best to cover the underlying panic in your tone because had you actually realized she meant it at the park you'd have been far more prepared.

Her raspy laugh warms your entire body, and you find yourself melting further into her embrace as the softness in her eyes works wonders to mend your heart.

"Yes Y/N, this was indeed a date, that's why I was so dressed up, but now I want to say it wasn't. Because you're right again, no first date should come with tears, so we'll just say no. Right now, we're just two mother's bringing their kids together for a playdate, and then next Saturday we'll be out on a date of our own."

Your body instantly relaxes at her quick solution, and you shift to be a bit more upright in her lap. You share a beat of silent, up close observation before she's clearing her throat.

"So, shall we go fix dinner now? Preferably before the girls come searching for us and find us in this compromising position that will leave them to ask so many questions we'll never have a chance to escape again..."

"Yes, we shall..." You giggle, and help the woman up off the floor before leaving her behind to tend to Carson while you work to pull yourself together a bit more to get the show back on the road.

Date or not, you definitely refuse to sit across from the stunning woman in your tracksuit, with your 'Kiss the Chef' apron still on..

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Dinner was nearly done when there was a knock at the door, so you made your way over to see who it could he as the blonde continued to toss the salad she'd just thrown together. Carson's currently attached to your hip, having woken up shortly after you left the lounging area and been displeased to find you missing, so now he's holding you hostage—you're certainly not unhappy though.

"Wonder who that could be, it's already so late at night, and I had no messages on my phone." You bounce off of the babbling infant, who knows nothing of which your saying, but he certainly wants in on the noise.

Far too preoccupied by the smiling infant you'd overlooked the peephole, and instead swung the door open to meet your unexpected guest. Face and mood falling at the sight of the unwelcome face stood in shock before you.

Well fuck... This was most certainly unexpected...

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2/5–This one was rather loaded, and I hope not too heartbreaking...

This was made in honor of my personal Joshua, who really was the best big brother. He however loved Charmander and their evolutions.

Mine is Squirtle obvi 🤪

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SCARLETT JOHANNSON at the 44th Kennedy Center Honors in Washington, DC on November 5th 2021 wearing DOLCE & GABBANA

I'll be honest, I'm not sure I'm a huge fan of this outfit. I think her eye makeup looks a little too heavy and the dress is giving me mixed feelings.

My biggest problem with the dress is that I can't even comprehend what is happening. I think that the dress is multicolored, but it also really looks reflective on the bottom. I would've liked it better if the bottom had a more clear color pattern, like we can see at the top. I do like the giant sequins that make up this dress, as well as the deep neckline and halter top. However, as a whole I just can't say I love this outfit. But I do really love Scarlett Johansson, this just isn't one of her better red carpet outfits.

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ALL-STARS -STORY MODE- CHAPTER 18 PART 3

Part 2

Part 4

Half way there.

Give thanks to @this-person-is-slowly-dying for providing artwork for the story, give her credit for this. :)

“But it’s not safe!"

A familiar phase from Brad had woken up Edward, it wasn’t in his own terms as he had believed originally, the familiar setting as he got up from the floor and looked around the area on his hands and much to his shock, he was back at the entrance plaza but everyone seemed not to notice him.

“I’m back here?” as he looked around the familiar people that were unfortunate at the time of the zombies breach as he looked at the entrance and it seemed like it was like before; zombies on the other side of the locked doors, moaning as they gashed at the air and scratching as the rest of the horde stood waiting outside.

It felt like time had been replayed those hours before Frank West had come here, his allies and the townspeople, Brad and Jessie, repeating the same lines almost as if they were on repeat; a memory.

He tried to grab onto Scarlett’s shoulder to get her attention but he was shocked to see that his hand went right through her, like a ghost.

“Vhat is zhis….?” he muttered under his breath, as he watched them come and go to block off the entrance of the mall, he heard a familiar voice that he knew and dreaded.

“Memory within a dream, as you would look at the seams.”

He turned to look at the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting down on a bench who seemed to have noticed Scarlett and Primis Nikolai going over to him and then picked up the bench with the cat on it, oblivious to his presence.

He got up in a stretch and then jumped off the bench and then walked over to the Doctor on all four legs, by that point, Primis Richtofen was growing accustomed to Cheshire's presence and annoyed with the rhyming as well.

“I am more annoyed for myself to be here more than once but I suppose zhat zhis time, your grin’s comforting.”

Cheshire Cat then sat down to make himself comfortable, “Becoming accustomed to such things already, how are ordeals that you grow to be adjusted?”

“Frank Vest had given us a stronger fortress, ve are vaiting for rescue to arrive as he had put it.”

“Away from danger is the major priority.” Cheshire Cat nodded to that as he grinned once more, “Yet, a reminder to retain your stay here; an upright habit as I have once stated before, the white rabbit is here once more.”

“Edward!” Rabbit Shaw had called out, he turned to look at the hallway where Dr.Barnaby was and saw the white rabbit, Shaw as the rabbit once more who lifted up his pocket watch and tapped his finger on it while Dr. Barnaby got to the guard rail control panel, opening it and then pressing the button and the guard rails began to slowly go down.

Edward then looked and saw a familiar as well, the Oxford girl from before who was looking at the guard rails as he then looked to where she was looking; the original white rabbit who ran off.

Converting her to run after it, Richtofen had wasted no time to chase her through the hallway under the rails before the section of the Entrance Plaza was closed much to Dr. Barnaby’s chagrin as he yelled about something but he paid no attention to him at the moment.

He followed the girl through the mostly empty Alfreasca plaza as they now mostly walked down in it, the White Rabbit and Rabbit Shaw entered one of the stores as they watched. Provoking the woman to run again with the Doctor jogging behind her as they saw in time to see the two rabbits had gone through the backdoor.

“Vhere are you going?” he muttered as he watched the Oxford woman walk over to the door slowly while he followed suit and watched her slowly open the door that revealed nothing else but darkness behind it but the light had shown there was a sew of stairs going down into the shadows.

They both looked down and saw the two white rabbits descending down the staircase and the door, strange yet familiar, had gone upward, almost a steamed blast from it and automatic and revealed the light to them, allowing them both to enter with ease.

Edward was against the idea of going down the stairs but the curiosity seemed to get the better of the woman as she, against better judgement, goes down the stairs much to his chagrin as he said “Vait-”

Edward Richtofen sighed in defeat as he goes with her down the stairs, as the temperatures plummeted down to levels of winter as they descended down the stairs as he heard the familiar groans of the damned, moans of the doomed and all too familiar screeching of the air raid siren from the opened door as they both entered the darkness within moments after the light faded from their forms.

They had been walking downward as it seemed forever but it cleared the way when they finally reached the light at the bottom of the stairs as it shined through the automated door that remained open for the two of them to go through it.

Richtofen shielded his eyes from the blinded light with his arm as they entered the ‘room’ down below, when the light subsided; the first things that met him were drops of rain and the sight before him that was all too familiar yet terrifying for him to be in.

His eyes had gone wide with shock and distress with the scene laid before him, not that he had changed back to his Dead Wanderer attire but something else: a place where the first outbreak of zombies happened.

Excavation Site 64

The familiar settings of the dig site is the way as it usually was; dead corpses and decaying carrion are the same, the trenches are the same, the weather here is the same, and the atmosphere of World War I was the same as ever but no zombies to be found much to his relief.

When he turned to look at the woman that he had followed and he saw that she was wearing different attire as well, both familiar yet strange at the same time.

[Digitally drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

What was once a disheveled, borderline mess of reality she lived in was washed away and replaced with a more beautiful yet much healthier version of who she was.

She has longer, straight healthy black hair that passed down her shoulders, healthier pale skin with what appears to be makeup with peach lipstick and black eyeliner with a dark pink eyeshadow over her emerald green eyes as she wore a navy blue dress with just a simple white apron completed with a white bow with what happens to be a skull in order to make it a bow to complete the choice of fashion over the dress. She has black and white striped stockings underneath, and two black knee-high boots with silver buckles used to secure it.

The white apron’s two pockets had the two symbols on each one: Eris ♁ and Jupiter ♃ as the apron itself was blown gently in the winds of winter and the storm. Upon closer look, he saw that she was wearing the necklace of the Greek symbol, the omega Ω.

As if the fashion choice was not yet enough for you, dear Player/Reader, there’s more; crimson red liquid splatters and drips on the dress and it was even on her hands, like she had been at the crime scene or she had gone on a murdering spree, or even a massacre of all types.

Edward had found himself unable to look away from the sight, his thoughts racing in his head as he muttered “Is she…?”

The woman, Alice Liddell, turned and then walked towards the section that goes deeper into the dig site itself. Snapping out of this trace, Richtofen hurried along the corridors of the trenches that he remembered all too well to forget, nearly being forgotten out of existence like a withering weed is now right here in front of him.

He had began to inspect her through the Excavation Site as they walked down the forgotten paths through the trenches, Richtofen had reminisced this as the first meeting of the three other soldiers that are unlucky enough yet on the right time came and helped put the stop to the new plague before it could spread.

Alice looked around the fallen church with the tank residing within it, she looked at the ancient burial for the fallen knights of the medieval ages, she looked at the bunkers once belongs to Group 935, she looked at the tunnels that leads to the “Crazy Place” as he and his fellow comrades had called it once before the events of the Outbreak has occurred, she looked around the surrounding areas of the dig site before them and then finally, she had finally got into one room in the one of the bunkers: the room where he had cut out the brain, the brain of his old friend, Dr. Maxis, and the very place where he met Nikolai, Dempsey and Takeo; his Nikolai, Dempsey and Takeo.

The rumble is in fact, where the table stood once with the body of his old friend, Dr. Ludwig Maxis, was laying motionless before the robot stombs upon the bunker where they were and the rumble buried the corpse after all four of them managed to jump out of the way.

Alice seemed to be curious about the rumble as she kneeled down to look at the rumble. Edward, now looking back on all of this, felt bad for what he did to his friend but he was going to turn.

He frowned as he looked at the floor with his brows going upward with dejection, as he pondered for a moment about what he had done but he blamed it on the element that had made things go awry in the first place.

A groan was heard from outside, he and Alice looked at the hole of the bunker and saw the WWI zombies stumbling, coming out of the ground and crawling towards the bunker with familiar purple, cyan and reddish colors crystals popping out of their flesh and skin that was trying to hold it in altogether.

Their eyes once idle of glowing one color were trying to decide which color to go by, turning from red, purple, blue and yellow with each second as their jaws were snapping open and shut with which threatening growl.

Their mouths are foaming with a strange whitish purple liquid, a strange symptom of the rabies as their eyes are trained on them, looking to eat and devour anything in their path as corruption is spreading slowly yet surely to anywhere.

P!Richtofen looked at them with alarmed looks on his face but he jumped when he felt his Vorpal Blade shook in his sheath, he looked and saw the knife lifted upon in front of his face as he exclaimed in shock and then threw itself towards Alice, bowie knife style.

The girl, who seemed to know the blade’s presence, had her hand upward and if right now on cue; she grabbed the Vorpal Blade by the handle. She took the time to look at the blade, granting her two fingers on the beautiful bloodied mirrored metal and gracing the edge of it with ease.

“If there’s a mind this much lost in madness,” she spoke her thought through her mouth, Alice looked at the incoming horde, “Or, someone that is truly the same as me.”

Edward seemed confused by what she had said but it had some relation to himself and… his original self when he found a little meaning of the poem.

She then ran forward as the Doctor held his hand up and yelled “Vait-!” but he was splashed in a familiar yellow light and a sound from above him. He looked up and said “Oh nein… not again.”

Giant robot Thor was looking down at the hole in the ceiling as Richtofen was looking right back up at it, it was still breathtaking as he remembered it to be.

As he expected it to do, it lifted it’s leg upward as survival instincts kicked into overdrive and he jumped back into where he came in before the foot stomped into the bunker. Debris flew from the entrance and blocked it off as Edward shielded himself from the stomp. When he recovered from the sudden attack and looked at the entrance, the words he muttered out were “No… No….!” as he got up on his feet and heels stepping on the concrete as he tried to pull out one of the broken concrete rocks out of terror and desperation.

“Nein!”

“No!!”

“NO NO NO NO!!!”

He screamed in anger and frustration as he felt blood being swept from his palms under the gloves while he slammed them onto the blockade in difficulty before he slowly stopped as he fought back the urge to scream in defeat. He slowly slid to the floor with his forehead on the debris that refused to give way.

Panting with hitched choking from the sore throat as he had dropped to his knees, forehead on the blockade and blood-soaked gloved hands on its rocks still and as much he doesn’t want to admit to anyone as he swore to himself but his eyes are watering as he refused to let them out.

“Burrow time for such distress, sorrow with each oppress?” a familiar voice had cooed out, anger had boiled in his guts as his eyes snapped open, the feeling to kill was what he knew deep down.

“So much anger to compress then?”

He had no idea how he managed to move so quickly to try to kill the Cheshire Cat, tears were blood red as rage was all he felt in the moment. “You should shut your mouth! Before I cut your tongue out!” he roared as his skin was sticky pale once again, his face contorted into an expression of anger.

Like clockwork, the cat disappeared into thin air with the enraged Doctor hitting the ground with a thud. He then stood up and his eyes were blood red to look at the Cheshire Cat once again with hatred.

(Digitally drawn by Icefir]

“Temper, temper now, Doctor, there’s no need for such dismember.” he rhymed again, enraging again the fury within. Richtofen yelled “Shut up!! Do you know vhat I had tried!?” as he was about to run towards but he stopped… he then violently shook his head as the normal skin color returned and blood tears stopped coming from his eyes when he snapped them shut. He was panting when he opened his eyes that went back to normal as they were while he was trying to rationalize what he had been doing earlier.

Cheshire Cat took light cautious steps towards him, then sat down with the same grin on his face and spoke “Render such anger you had been bottling up on the inside, tender with such hatred that tightening up the strings that grasped your heart. Truly, something that you do not want to become more than you realized.”

“Vhat is happening to me?” he muttered under his breath as he looked at the damaged gloves with wounds on the palms of his hands, wounds and cuts on them are different on each one out of two hands from his attempts to remove the debris blocking the entrance.

“Plain as things were happening around you, through the pain and such a main act to her what can be a plan.”

“Her plan?” he breathlessly muttered after a long pause, Cheshire Cat then looked at him as he could read his mind. “And no, not the little girl you know back with Maxis, but another woman who’s soul had changed and corrupted with power much more than what is to others' imagination, even yours.”

“Vho vas she?”

“The very being who controls everything, once a mortal human, flesh and blood, longing for such a fresh start to begin what was a gloved new beginning but may such as things like the plans for the future being led by a stray.”

“Enough vith zhe rhymes already,” he growled, “Just tell me vho already?”

“For me, and for Alice, poems may be mysterious as it seems, such as they can be unspoken but for now, she can be referred to as The Broken.”

“The Broken?”

“The Broken indeed, whose emotions are quite shaken and hatred she had been used as a token to a game that is so swollen that her soul was exploded as a bomb, no pun intended.”

“None taken,” P!Richtofen said softly as he now looked at the Cheshire Cat, “But vhy..? Vhy us?” he choked out, “None of us had done anything wrong to her? Vhy do we deserve zhis? Vhy does Alice had to-?”

“This is before the barricade was tampered with,” Cheshire interrupted Edward, “Time before you came into her wonderland for the first time in years after such standard tragic events unfold before your eyes. As for questions we have at the moment, shall remain unanswered for the time being.”

“I…” he spoke softly as he smelled smoke and looked at his hands, steam rose as his palms were beginning and completing healing as well with his gloves that seemed to have repaired themselves. “I understand, ve can figure zhis out later on but first, ve must deal vith vhat had been happening first: Survive zhe next two days.”

“Good,” Cheshire Cat said, “then I must depart now as you must understand, I had to go to Alice’s side as you are smart enough on your own. Apart from being unarmed, a weapon that is new yet familiar will come to you then you will stand guard from a safe distance.”

That’s what Cheshire had said before he vanished into nothing before Primis Richtofen would ask him what he meant by that. He stood where he was for a few moments in dubiety and hesitated as the cold air swept in the bunker as he had held his arms and looked around with thoughts formed.

“The Broken, hm?” he said as he looked at the blocked entrance one more time, with his head shook at this thought a little moment longer, “Zhis entity had a name now, und it’s all zhat matters right now.”

He looked around the area, since the Vorpal Blade had been taken by Alice and he was in the bunker where the whole journey began in the first place so he could find what he could salvage. Afterall, he is in his mind and in his mind, as he could theorize it, he can find a new weapon in memories since they resided in the brain.

He could use this to his advantage, he thought, so he began to walk around the area so he could jog his memory of his time in Northern France during World War I. He entered the starting area where the first generator should be and he was confused to see that it was replaced with a stone stature of a man he hardly recognized.

A statue of a knight who was Cascadian man with a beard that seem to be spiked on the sides to the rest of his face and he was appeared to be holding his hands out with a magenta aura surrounding a familiar wonder weapon as it floats suspended above the stone statue's hands.

The Doctor was hesitant to walk over to it but he was cautious to approach it with care, he took a closer look at the Wonder Weapon in its hands and noticed the color: Red, a red futuristic pistol with a meter of red to yellow then to green, the blast-o-manic. The Ray Gun was what he can remember, he lightly smiled at this as he had recalled something from this… Situation in the excavation site after all.

He was slow to reach for it, worried what will happened if he did this too fast but when he made contact with the aura, it presented a vision:

“Maxcine! No!”

He wrenched his hand back from the aura as he was disturbed to present a vision by it with a voice yelling in his head, Maxcine? Who was that? But he had to get that ray gun from the statue so he tried again as he reassured himself he could dwell on it later and this time, he was prepared to get the ray gun and thankfully, it was only one vision and nothing happened when he grabbed it and pulled it away from the statue.

He inspects the ray gun closely as he realizes something about this is different from the one he knows and made; it had similar markings to the Vorpal Knife he had before it had gone to Alice, the glowing barrel was blue, similar to the element he knows.

Rest of it was normal to his eyes, he then checks the ammo from the said Ray Gun, the battery comes out and sees the battery had the Cheshire’s smile on it, confused but learned this could be Alice’s mental realm was mixing with his own so he had to go with what it is.

*You have gotten the Wonder Ray Gun!

*The weapon you had made from a dream.

*Well… Now you are living that dream,

*In your mind.

He heard the screeching of the dead that formed from his memories, as he sighed “Back to vhere it began… in mein mind.” as he looked at the generator once more, “I have to get zhe generators vorking once more, zhey vill attack soon.” with a bit of hope he had left, he pulled the switch and the conversion began as Maxis’s recorded voice spoke

“Starting the conversion generator!”

Corrupted Zombie templars came out from the beams of light, he pointed the Ray Gun at them as they were coming closer, familiar to the patterns of the undead and then fired.

-Later on-

A blast of blue light flashed and another corrupted zombie templar fell down from where it stood as the last conversation generator had completed, Edward wiped the sweat from his brow from the mental survival in his mind.

“Zhis is just as hard as I remembered.” he sighed the thought out from his head. He looked around the area and noticed a door in the middle of the mud, he had to forced walk over to the door through the mud and he managed to get to the door when he’s near enough, he never liked the mud and he still doesn’t like it now like this as he growled in annoyance and accomplishment. “I still can’t move in zhe mud!” he complained, “I can endure zhings but even in zhis mental realm of mine?!”

He looked at the door and thought for a moment, this door had appeared out of nowhere and this is not what he had made, it looked like a brown metal door in the middle of nowhere, with no handle and it looked like something that could be in a city park.

With hesitation, he pushed the door open and on the other side of the door was a local park much to his surprise, no corpses, no trenches, no blood and gore. Nothing but it is mostly cloudy and bits of sun was peeking through before it was shaded by said clouds. Still, it’s a perfect day to be in a park if you live near one.

Just a normal park with a playground and swing set, he heard the door closed behind him and he looked at the wooden sign post with the letters had flipped sideward that read “Windsor Park.”

He spotted someone, a young woman, swinging on one of the swings with a set of headphones. The music was loud enough to make someone deaf as she was smiling. She did a reckless thing by tipping her head downward as she swung downward but she tipped it back up when she went upward as she was going fast.

He wondered why she was doing that since he can see what she is doing is dangerous as the young woman seemed to be having fun but if he was in her shoes, it must’ve felt alive.

She looked up from whatever world she is living in with music blasting all out of from the small devise and seemed to noticed something from a far and then soon out of the blue, she dropped her legs and her boots skids on the ground that was sprinkled all over by shards of wood chips in the playground and most of them had flew in behind her when they made contact and more in front of her like a swinging asteroid that can’t decide which way to land so it made dirt flew in two directions.

She came to a stop finally and paused her loud music as she pulled off her aviator hat to pull her headphones down to her neck before putting the hat back on. The hat is somewhat like Nikolai’s but different when he looks at it closer.

From the south side of the park was another woman that’s a bit older, messy blonde hair that is cut above her shoulders, an old red sweater and jean overalls as the young woman was wearing a red sweater herself but it had stripes, a army green pants and boots with belts on them when she ran towards her.

“Hey! Where is your invention?” she asked first when she got close to her, the lady seemed upset as she didn't seem to notice. “Did you finally sell it on the seventh day today?”

“Yeah I-” she seemed to say but stopped herself, “No, I didn’t, sadly. I didn’t get any money.”

“What do you mean by that?” she asked, sad and disappointed, “Izzy, what happened to it?”

“I had to ditch it,” Izzy had confused, “As it turns out, it was way ahead of it’s time I guess.”

“Hey, uh… At least you gave it a shot.” Young Woman sighed with little effort to emphasize the defeated Izzy. “It’s nothing, my mom was right about me being a failure.” she started to speak her mind until she noticed the lone swing now gently swinging from its use.

“Let me guess, you’re living in your own little world?”

“Yep!” she answered happily with a smile, her hazel green eyes glittered and she spoke more “I was imagining myself being with a group of four men, going through dimensions from their 1910’s and saving the universe.”

Izzy laughed at the ridiculousness of her friend’s la-la-la dreamland and patted her back, “I wish I was like you so I could live in my own wonderland 24-7. But this is real life, Meaghan, we all have to live in it too, ya know.”

“I know.” Meaghan said as if she didn't want to believe it from Izzy’s mouth, “Hey, can we go over to your house?”

“Again why- Oh.” Izzy realized, “Is your mom and stepfather fighting again?”

“Yeah, each time, it gets worse verbally.”

“I can tell but thankfully, my dad is too mellow-to-a-fellow person to make arguments.” Izzy said as she patted Meaghan on the back with her eyes closed and a smile. They then began to walk towards the other side of the park on the east park with their hands holding on.

As Primis Richtofen watched them go, a fog, an unnatural black fog rolled in as he looked around the area. Happiness and calm were erased from the scenes and only darkness, fear, hatred and bloodlust remained in their places as he shuddered.

He walked backwards when he felt the back of his head hit something, something sharp and wet. He turned to see a rusted hook but it looked like it had been sharpened regularly despite it being a rusted-reddish-brown texture.

He raised his gloved hand to touch it and when it had contacted the hanging object, it was iron with rust, as he got the disturbing feel from it. He contracted his hand back from it with disgust. He then looked around as he realized that he was in a forest that appeared to be dead for a while now but signs of living trees are scattered here and there far as the eye can see.

As he managed to see more yet fewer hooks and the car engine that seemed to be working right but it was on a device that it was sitting on. It appears to be a generator that needs to be fixed as the light it was hooked up to is flickering.

He must have been distracted for a moment when he jumped out of his own skin by the yell of pain, he turned in shock and saw a young Irish man clenching his side as it was bleeding crimson but he was fastly limping from whatever injured him. He then stopped for a moment to look behind him, a woman with orange hair that was tied in two braided pigtails was running but a hatchet flew out of the fog and hit her perfectly on her back and that caused her to fall down.

“Meg!” he yelled out for her but Meg yelled back “Just keep going, David! I’ll be fine!”

David, with no thoughts, continued limping faster as he heard singing of a woman had started and whoever had stroke Meg with a hatchet had picked her up while he pulled what appeared to be a pallet downward to where he came from, forming an observable for what… or who it was to deal with before he continued on.

Then, a loud scream of Meg ringed through the air as David knew he had to run faster across the forested area as he was reaching closer to a ruined and broken house as its window was wide opened. He hopped into it and then slid down the wall as he still held his wound while Richtofen watched.

“Christ…” he muttered under his breath, “Gonna ‘ave a pint right abooeht now.” as he looked at the injury and then heighed in pained moan. “damn, if dings can't get any wahrse what she 'ave.”

Primis Richtofen looked at the young man further as he had a noticeable scar on the left eyebrow and his hair had shaved to a crown like his and his clothes were a jacket, a dirty white dress shirt, a watch, jeans and shoes that were caked in mud from running limb.

He noticed a hand appeared and touched David’s shoulder that made him flinched in adrenaline as he groaned “Jesus-!!” but relaxed a little when he saw a rich-looking blonde man who, in what Richtofen can make out, a German based on his nationality and his clothes is what the rich people could afford but he doesn’t seem to care that his clothes were dirty or bloody as he all he cared about is David’s condition.

“Bloody hell, Felix….” the Irish man muttered as he looked at him, Felix, who held a med kit while he held a finger over his mouth and shook his head slowly. David seemed to get what the message meant: Stay quiet, no matter how much you wanted to groan in pain out loud.

He nodded as he removed his arm from the wound; a sharp gash that was bleeding profusely as Felix softly cursed to himself when he looked at the injury David had as he looked at it.

“You always get into fights, David King.” Felix said his full name as he placed the alcohol on a rag after opening the kit and then gently placed his wound to which David grunt in pain through his teeth and eyes shut tight as P!Richtofen seemed confused about what was going on with the situation they were in. have they put themselves in danger of whoever their mystery killer is and out for their blood as they are struggling to survive.

Felix seemed too focused on his injury when David King just looked over his shoulder and yelled “Watch out-!!” and like that, an ax had borrowed into Felix’s shoulder as the singing returned. Panicked understandingly, David got up and then ran, leaving Felix to be lifted up by a… figure.

P!Richtofen could watch helplessly as Felix had tried to frail and thrash about to escape as a man- Woman, woman clad in a hare’s mask and a black cloak sewn to it carried Felix towards one of the hooks with a looming dread. With full force, she had hooked Felix, the pointed end entered through the back and out of the other side of his uninjured right shoulder on the front.

Felix lets out an agonizing scream through the air as the rabbit-masked lady walked away and heading towards P!Richtofen’s position, leaving him to die as Richtofen flinched and had gotten the Wonder Ray Gun out, ready to defend himself but he was shocked yet relieved when she walked through him and went after someone else: David King.

David was limping faster as he saw another pallet ahead of him, small hatchets were flying through the air and mostly missed David as he made it and slammed the pallet down as he fell down and watched the killer rabbit lady stop in her tracks at once after it fell in front of her.

He was scattering on the ground for a moment before giving her the finger as he gained foot on the floor and then continued limping with Richtofen running to catch up the pair. He had noticed that the rabbit lady had looked at the pallet then, wearing no boots and only bandages covering her bare, dirty and cut feet, proceeded to kick down the wall and then succeeded in doing so.

She continues on with her humming a lullaby and a chuckle.

Баю-баюшки баю

Не ложися на краю

Придёт серенький волчок

И укусит за бочок

The lullaby she is singing is in Russian so there’s no doubt she is one like Nikolai, she seemed to enjoy the hunt, the fear coming out of David, the bloodlust and the thrill of the prey running away but when he looked into her eyes: they are almost pitch black, no color but light in them, perfectly blending in the rabbit mask to give such an adorable yet terrifying appearance.

“Almost dere...!” he muttered as he reached the other side of the forest, that side was a gate with three light bulbs glowing green and it was opened. David King was nearly there with the hope of getting out of here alive when he felt a hatchet dig into his back, making him fall down and hit the ground with a scream.

P!Richtofen stood there in bombard bewilderment when the Huntress walked over to the crawling Irish man like it was a causal day, blood was pooling from the doomed man as he tries crawling towards the gate when a foot had forcibly pinned him on the injured side of his hip, yearning a yelp in agony from David.

He was left trying to get her foot off of his hip to escape as the Huntress chuckled at the futile attempt David was trying to do, P!Richtofen wanted to help and stop her so the survivor could escape but he can’t physically even punch this psychopath so all he could do helplessly is watch what she is going to do next.

The Huntress then again stamped onto the wound with force, David yelled with his eyes shut tight from the pain shooting through his body. As Richtofen watched on, she then straddled the man before her and then got out a carving knife, a knife used to skin the hunting game for food and made sure that David King was looking at the glamor of light coming from it.

He tried to struggle again but he was punched in the abdomen, forcing him still in suffering and then he felt the knife cutting through the injury that Felix had tried to patch up and he screamed unlike anything he had ever done before. The Huntress has cut off a piece of flesh from David and then placed the chunk of human meat onto a sack with her bloody hands, tied it up and then hangs it onto her WWI utility belt then she finally got up from David and then stood there to watch.

With little strength he had left, he weakly crawled towards the gate with the blood gushing out of the wound as sand and dirt had gotten onto it as crimson liquid had trailed from it, painting the ground. The Huntress only stood there to watch David crawl into the gate as it was closing, letting him escape with his life as Richtofen felt like, without a doubt, that David is going to live with the images of what she did to him for a little while.

Then, he heard what sounded like a bell rung out of nowhere with The Huntress looking up from her handy work, with no more hesitation, she began to walk and then enter the fog as she is blissfully unaware that the Doctor is following her.

The forest was the same but overtime shortly, it began to change slowly in the fog as she and Richtofen were walking into it. The lining of trees are fading away, must’ve been the thickness of the fog itself or that they had actually disappeared when it consumed them.

The area taking its place was a field and right now, they are running through it in a yellow-gray cloudy nighttime sky with the ax and ray gun in their hands. Where are they going? Who is this killer? Where was this memory doing in his mind.

Questions are forming, Edward was too confused about all of this but then she began to slow down when she reached an old western setting, a ghost town within seemingly abandoned or so he thought. She then walked through the town with Edward behind her as he eventually stopped when he heard something animalistic and squishy.

He turned to see a person, devouring a corpse of a man as blood was gushing and squirting out blood when he….. No, no man can have the hind legs of a dog?

He walked towards it nervously and then he reached his hand out to touch it but whatever this “man” was somehow sensed his presence or just felt like it was being approached, “man” turned and revealed itself to Edward with a roar. This creature didn’t have a face but a face of its own, a flower-like mouth that bloomed as one and its teeth were needles as it screeched at Richtofen as he stood paralyzed in fear.

Blood was poured from its mouth when it had opened it to roar at him, this creature was something straight out of a nightmare and he can’t decide that this creature is what the Corrupted Keeper will eventually look like or it’s an apothicon that evolved too much.

Thankfully for him, it lasted a moment before the “Apothicon” closed its mouth and then it ran off into the different direction, leaving its meal and himself there.

He got to the full inspection of the corpse it had been eating, it was filled with tiny holes, the gashes and open wounds were caused by its teeth digging into it without a doubt. The claw marks and scratches were on the corpse as well, properly the creature had made whoever weaker in order for it to enjoy eating it’s victim alive.

Being eaten alive by a zombie was the terrible way to go but being eaten by this flower-mouth creature alive must have been a horrific way to leave this world for good. He doesn’t want to die like this, he hates to imagine.

He shook his head away from the thought of it.

He then looked and realized that he had lost her when he was looking at the “Apothicon” with inspection, he was amazed that he was distracted by the creature that he had lost track of.

“Vhere did she go?” he muttered under his breath as he wandered around the area, as he did, he had noticed that he is not the only one here besides the Huntress and the monster; there were other people and most of them had the “not welcoming” feelings coming off of them.

One of them is an Asian man, a Koren man that seemed young and had ominous yellow eyes as he did wore a shirt but he does seem to wear a yellow trench coat with white diamonds on the side, magenta/purple pants with lines going down to the punk-style boots as he played around a set of neon glowing throwing knives.

The other appeared to be a corpse but it was shambling to walk with eye sockets empty and only dark gaping holes in them and sharp teeth as clothes that were once clothing used to cover its form. Limping across the town with one deformed claw for a hand as it made odd glittering/gurgling sounds.

Another was a man with scars and hooks in him, wearing a mask made from bone and an overalls and boots wielding a cleaver as it appeared as he looked around.

The other one is normal-looking except with a latex mask with fake brown and a blue jumpsuit, holding a kitchen knife as he stood in the fog as the Shape.

While walking, he noticed a gang of four people, wearing different masks as one of them, one that with a burning skull tattoo on his neck seemed to notice him but looked away. The Legion as they called themselves when he heard them talking.

He looked over to them and then was going to continue when he was in front of an old western man, an Irish descendant with a black hat, a trench coat and his eyes are in fact white and black. The scar on the side of his face is where you can see teeth and gums from the hole, the scar itself was a wound that’s been left untreated and infected.

His hair is ghostly white as if he had aged but his soul had refused

“Caleb-san!” a voice echoed from the fog, getting the seemingly dead man’s attention as his pale skin was shined by the dim lantern’s light. A girl was in the saloon called “Dead Dawg Saloon” as he began to walk towards it, he grunted in pain as he lifted the end of his coat to reveal a brace on his right leg.

Yet, he endured it as he walked down towards the saloon itself, closer look, the girl is an Asian yet her skin is ghostly blue and she wore nothing but bandages to cover her and she appeared to be dismembered, her arm and leg are in pieces but fully function as they float like nothing is wrong.

Her black raven hair was floating upwards but there was no wind around the town and it was bleezing around. He limped over to the ghostly figure and asked in an westen, raspy voice.

“What is it, Rin?”

“Have you heard what has been going on?” she answered, her eyes are completely white with no color nor pupils.

“About those things?”

“Hai.”

“I guess it has reached here too, I mostly thought it was the Demogordon.”

“Or Pyramid Head.” Rin had continued, regarding the creature as P!Richtofen listened in, “Something strange is happening in the Fog. More stranger than usual.”

“If that’s the case, if it’s another Killer or survivor; the Entity would’ve let us know by now.” he emphasized as he readjusts his hand on his head.

“Caleb-san, it seems too quiet now.” Rin relented on the fact of the looming fate of what is happening, “It just felt eerie and dire.”

Caleb looked at Rin and she did seem concerned, he then looked around the area and then back to her. “Care to explain what had been going on?”

“Something is lurking in the Fog, something macabre and ill-omened.”

“Isn’t it always macabre and ill-omened here?” he teased.

“I know but something about it was different, grim and unholy has entered here and I can’t help but feel that this is only the beginning.”

“Is that so?” Caleb mumbled with interest and somewhat afraid, “Then in that case, we should keep an eye out on this.”

“It is good advise, do you think we would let the survivors-”

“Let them figure it out on their own, most of them had always known for their knack of finding out more than us.”

“Do you think it could be another killer but-”

“Something that can be worse than us.” he said as he placed a hand on her shoulder, “Who knows what this thing or person could be.” he finished as he walked into the saloon with Rin watching him go in.

“Where are you going?”

“Gettin’ a drink.”

P!Richtofen stood there for a moment as he watched Caleb go in as Rin then vanished into a dark smoke in the air with a humph. “Somezhing dark hmmm….” he muttered as he laid his index finger under his chin as he wondered.

“So it’s going deeper…” then he heard a familiar voice humming the lullaby as it reached his ears, making him turn away from the saloon and saw the Huntress at the barrel, looking through it.

She then pulled out a jar and she had noticed there’s something inside it; a dark crystal. She was confused by what Richtofen could see. Even with the rabbit mask made from paper-mache, she is confused by what she is seeing. Wanting to know more later, she places the jar onto the nearest table and leaves to continue searching the barrel.

The Koren man, The Trickster, had walked around and saw the jar on the table. He looked at the jar on the table and then to the Huntress who was distracted.

P!Richtofen can see the cogs in his head as he smiles as he can sense the level of mischievous coming out of the man judging by his unnatural yellow eyes. The curiosity consumed the doctor as he wondered what he was about to do.

[Funny comic by TikTak, known as This-Person-Is-Slowly-Dying on tumblr.]

With one gentle nudge, he accidentally tipped the jar over and it fell over. Upon impact it shattered on the ground, getting the Huntress’ attention and she turned in shock of what happened.

“Черт возьми, здесь случилось?!” She demanded in shock and anger, Trickster was standing at the table, looking very innocent as the Huntress was agitated but suspicious of him right away just by the way he looked.

In broken English as Edward believed that she had learned poorly, she said “Ji-woon Hak, what have you done to jar?” as she stared an angered glare at his direction while she walked up to him while Richtofen could see the height difference between the Huntress and Ji-woon.

She is a foot taller than the Trickster as he is a little shorter than herself, she must’ve been working out as Ji-woon was a bit taken back from this. “It was nothing, Anna, it must’ve been windy here.” Ji-woon had defended himself, as she somehow saw through his lie with a snarl.

“No wind here is strong enough to knock over objects.” She pointed out the lie to the Trickster, readying her ax as Ji-woon was taken a few steps back from her and said “It was a little tomfoolery. How did you teach that?”

“Huntress’ mother, she taught Anna better than other hunters within the forest.” she muttered as she raised the ax as Ji-woon had readied himself with a bat of his own; a bat was modified as it had equipped with a blade and brass knuckles attached to it.

P!Richtofen was taken back from the sudden standance to attack, eye for an eye as the ax was thrown over her head and-!!

Thunk

It had made contact with a wooden rotten stick on the Trickster’s side that was holding up the one of the old west buildings, chopping it into pieces in one swing and splitters were launched onto the Trickster’s side shoulder with him shielding himself from it.

Huntress had the large ax onto her shoulder as she breathed for a moment as she looked at Ji-woon, still giving him a cold stare and then muttered something under her breath as Ji-woon rested his bat on his shoulder as he spoke.

“Do you lose your footing, Anna?”

“Nyet…” she muttered, “Huntress just wanted to scare Trickster, if different…” she looked at him with the bloodthirsty look, “Huntress will happily skin you alive if Entity allows it.”

Ji-woon simply smiled and patted her shoulder where the ax was not resting and said “That will come one day, we will enjoy tearing each other apart to please it but we will settle with our fans for now.”

With a grunt, she backed away from Ji-woon with a scowl on her face as he winked and then dusted himself off. He winked and then walked away from the scene with the Huntress shook her head.

Entity, Survivors, the Killers, the hooks.

Thoughts on this swimmed in Edward’s head from what he had overhead, could this Broken be the Entity they are referred to? Were they forced into a trial they talked about?

Anna sighed as she let the ax fall from her shoulder as she watched him fade away into the unholy fog with chagrin as eventually she couldn't see him any longer and no sign of his form within it.

She turned to the broken jar on the floor and she was a little taken aback by the sight as P!Richtofen too was surprised; the pieces of the jar are there and accounted for but one thing is missing that was in the jar itself, the black-colored crystal.

She walked over to the pieces and then kneeled down to them to inspect the jar, as she looked at the glass shards and the cork on the ground, about to pick one of them up when a voice, a woman’s, spoke “Don’t pick one up, you’ll be cut.”

Primis Richtofen had never seen someone other than his Takeo get up from the ground quickly to confront the voice behind her and then stopped when she saw it was a figure. A dark figure with red glowing cracks that were attached to a red spot on it’s chest, it had four fingers as the forth one acted as a thumb and three toes. The two quails on the back of it’s head as it’s red prying eyes are looking at the killer with intent.

She was getting ready to attack when it spoke again “Hello,” and it made her stop in shock to let it continue talking. “My little Anna.”

[Pictures made by TikTak, also known as This-Person-is-Slowly-Dying on tumblr]

“Momma?” she spoke, a little bit of her part was refusing to believe what she was hearing from this illusion. P!Richtofen had gotten a bad feeling from what this creature was doing or what it was planning to do.

“You have been hunting?”

The Huntress that was a bloodthirsty monster had turned a child too shy to speak but nodded. The dark being loomed over her and held her hand with soft red eyes. “Very good, very good for you.” it spoke to but then shook its head that made her head tilt to the right in confusion.

“Sad to see that I am not alive to hold you close. Do you like that so badly, Anna?”

“Da, da very much love to hug you once again.” she pleaded as the Doctor was getting an eerie feeling that something dreadful is making its place in the fog, an ill-omened unearthly event.

“Well, you will have to agree with your mother on this condition; it may hurt but you will feel much better than ever and in that way, you will be able to hunt better.”

“What does Anna do to be better?” She asked, curious of the unfamiliar lesson from her “mother” as it claims itself to be. “Something that keeps your body going, yet, I like to take over for a little while and I will let you get back control afterwards, do you agree?”

“Of course-” she agreed but stopped when she felt something being… pulled from her body. P!Richtofen had watched it go down from where he had stood in shock as Anna’s very soul was pulled out of her body with a grunt and tears, neither dark nor normal, had flowed down her cheeks.

[Digitally drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

From her chest as it floated over to the “mother’s” claw, a soul had a certain edition to it; a red dot with a circle surrounding it. A few pieces of the creature cracked from it;s body and then they covered it and formed a shape of a crystal with the soul trapped inside of it; a sapphire that’s symbolized like a crescent moon with a color of blood red.

What happened next with a blur, her rabbit mask was given a traditional edition to it with the same gem with her soul inside of it and soon she had begun to change, her mask was a sickly gray red or pink colored with two dark gray stripes for each eye hole, then a navy blue hood with tan fur sewn onto it’s ends as well with a navy blue coat that had coiled around the hood by it’s base of neck level going downward until it reached the bottom as stitches had mostly kept it together to support their purpose of maintaining it and a dirty blanket stained in dirt and blood was tied to her side and a skinned dog platted was tied to her side as well, looking lifeless with it’s mouth sewn shut.

She now wore gloves with belts on the left wrist and arm while the other two are on her right arm, sleeves on the end are torque green but dirty.

“Well, can you do what I want you to do, my little Anna?”

The Huntress had given a dark smile and said “Anything for you, momma…” as she was willing to serve this deity after it had changed her as if it had… possessed her in a way that a demon works as glowing red pupils had appeared in her eyes.

[Digitally drawn by Meaghan “Icefir” Halter]

The sight he was seeing before him could not describe how it felt when it had gone up his spine; something deadly and corrupt, most foul and unnatural about this undesirable wish she had created.

If it’s about being able to see their family member after so long? Yes please but he does not want that wish that will turn him like this. Whatever the Huntress had encountered was something more than her mother; an impostor, a demon, a condemned.

“It’s time to hunt but in a different realm.”

As if on cue, she raised her hatchet as she turned to face the direction the Doctor is and then one swift move, she tossed it at him as he screamed.

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Scarecrow || 7.6.19

WHO - Aerolyn Pierce ( @aerolynswitchpierce ) and Scarlett St James

WHERE - A Restaurant in Town

WHEN - July 6, 2019

TRIGGERS - Nada

NOTES - Scar tries to be mad about Aero freaking out on her, but ends up accepting her apology ;)

Aerolyn felt like a complete and total bitch after everything that had happened through texts the night before. She had been jealous and she had let that come through in the worst way. Scar didn't owe her anything and had done nothing wrong. And Aerolyn hoped that she could make things a bit smoother between them throughout the night; entirely too grateful that Scar was willing to still go into town with her that night. Wearing a blue dress that cut off just above her knees and a black leather jacket, her hair hanging down around her shoulders, Aerolyn made her way to the gate to wait for Scar. When she saw the redhead, she offered a sheepish smile. "Hi."

Scar still didn't understand what had happened the night before. And it had started off so promisingly, too. Self reflection wasn't really her thing, but she had spent more time than she would ever admit, reading through the texts, before letting Summer distract her. So when she received the apology text the next morning, she wasn't sure how to proceed, at first. A part of her wanted to be salty back, to take back her initial invitation. But a larger part of her really just wanted to spend time with the other girl. Which led her to the present, where she was dressed in a short leather skirt and an almost sheer sapphire blue halter top. Throwing on her trusty combat boots, and a light jacket, she grinned as when she saw Aero. “Hey, Bombshell.”

She relaxed a bit when she saw the grin on the other girl's face, biting down on her bottom lip. "You look gorgeous." Aerolyn offered, turning to head off of campus, her eyes focusing on the guard as he watched them leave. She knew that they were both allowed off of campus and so there was no reason for them to be stopped, but she still hated the way that they stared them down. She tilted her chin up and straightened her shoulders, trying not to show her anxiety and she grasped Scar's hand and led her off. She didn't know what to say in that moment, not sure how to push through some of the awkwardness holding on from the night before.

Giving an exaggerated wolf whistle, she came to a stop in front of the other girl. “Looking good, hot stuff.” Scar gave a twirl, a cheeky grin playing at her lips. “Does that mean you don't think I always look gorgeous?” She quipped, quirking one brow. “Because if so: rude.” There was something strangely intimate about walking away from the school, hand in hand, but she ignored her instinct to pull her forward. Of course, that didn't stop Scar from flipping off the guard as they went. This silence wasn't nearly as comfortable as the one on Wednesday, even she felt it, and it wasn't long before she couldn't stand it any longer. “So when am I going to get to see this mysterious tat? I saw Malia’s and honestly it looked lit af. You know, besides the puffiness and caked on blood and shit.” She said, far exaggerating what she had seen, as always.

She rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head. "No, Scar. That's not what it means. You're sexy as hell and super gorgeous. And I always think that." Aerolyn stated firmly, biting down on her bottom lip. She wasn't lying. Scar was beautiful and just the sight of her caused her heart to flutter; which was definitely a problem because it was hard for her to believe that Scar would ever in a million years have a crush on her too. The awkward silence was a huge struggle and she wanted to go back in time and stop herself from being bitchy to the submissive. When Scar spoke up, she looked over and smiled softly. "You can see it right now if you want." She stopped moving and twisted her leg to show off her ankle.

“Sexy as hell and super gorgeous? Damn, girl, you gonna give me a big head out here or something.” Scar couldn't help but preen at the compliments, a cheeky grin on her face. If there was one thing she never tired of, it was compliments- in any capacity- and god help her if anyone ever found out how deep that enjoyment of praise truly ran. Dropping to an impressive squat, considering how form fitting her skirt was, her fingers skimmed over the tattoo lightly, “Good choice. Aero. It looks mad cool.” Getting back to her feet as they started walking once more. “Ugh, now I just wanna get more ink. Was your guy good? Like obvi he does good work, but like, was he chill?” It felt a lot like small talk, but there was only so much even she could do. And she’d be lying if she said she wasn't feeling a little weary. It had caught her off guard, how hurt she felt when she'd received that first text, and she wasn't anywhere near ready to subject herself to that again.

Aerolyn winked playfully at the girl and shrugged her shoulders. "I think I can handle it if I'm the one giving you a big head." The blonde said, rolling her eyes at herself. She was terrible at hiding the possessiveness that she was feeling. Possessiveness that she had no right feeling. She licked her bottom lip as Scar squatted, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "Thanks, Trouble. Had to add another nerdy tattoo to the bunch. Really round it out." She winked and hummed at the submissive's words. "Well if you need an escort, I'm more than willing to go with you. And he was definitely good. Made sure we were chill and did good work. I definitely recommend him." She said softly, biting down on her bottom lip. "Did you eat at all?" The Switch questioned, trying to relax and feel as comfortable as she had the last time she was around Scar. But she had really fucked up.

“You and your dorky ass books,” she said teasingly with a roll of her eyes. She recognized some of the references of Aero’s tattoos, but there were definitely a handful she had no idea about- even as a closet nerd. The nickname brought a smile to her face, and she grinned toothily. “Yeah? I'll have to book you out early. Make sure I can get a bit of Bombshell time, just to myself.” Scar knew she sounded a little more sulky than she ought to, but she couldn't be bothered to care. Because she was trying to be the bigger person, but there was only so much she could manage. Tucking her hands in the pockets of her jacket, she shook her head. “Nah, I figured we could get a bite while we’re in town? I'm fifty shades of ready to eat something not a microwave dinner tbh.”

"Hey now. I have been very straight up with my nerdiness alright?" The tinge in Scar's voice caused her stomach to flop unhappily and she let out a soft sigh. Aerolyn lifted her hand and brushed a strand of hair behind Scar's ear. "As long as I'm not already taken, you can always have some of my time. I'm sorry I was a bitch last night. What I should have said was that I would be happy to come get drinks in town. Because it's true. I like getting to spend time with you." The Switch said to the submissive; breathing out slowly.

“A’ight, a’ight, that's a fair cop,” Scar said, shaking her head with a chuckle. She started to lean into the touch, before pulling away, a sort of half smile on her face. It was irrational to be upset by Aerolyn’s answer, but she was and there was no way for her to hide it- not that hiding her emotions was really her style, anyway. “I can't shade you for that, I guess.” She waved away the apology. “Really, Aero, it's fine. Like, it happens. The point is that I'm over it and we're going to chill now, right? Get a bite and some drinks. I'll still get the first round, but you've got the second.”

"Listen if it wasn't rude as fuck, I would up and leave to hang out with you in a second." Aerolyn offered, reaching the gently grasp her hand for a moment before letting it drop away. She didn't want to push any boundaries. "You're kind of one of my favorite people here to be honest with you." That's as close as she could get to saying that she kinda had a crush on her. "I will definitely get the second, Trouble. No problem at all." She mused gently.

“Who says you can’t be rude as fuck? You’re your own person.” She quipped, only a little serious. While she might be the type to just dip out of plans at the drop of the hat, she knew Aero just wasn’t that kind of person. And if she was being honest, it was one of the many things she liked about her. “Just kind of??? WooOoOOwOWWW, okay, I see how it is.” Even though Scar’s natural instinct was to be dramatic, she couldn’t deny the butterflies in her stomach, or the slight flush that had begun to crawl up her neck at the comment. “And the third, too, right? I mean, how long can I make this guilt thing last?”

"I know I am, but I'd feel too bad." She winked playfully and shrugged. "You have the potential to move up." Aerolyn narrowed her eyes slightly at the submissive, before looking away. Truth was, that Scar probably would have been able to make the guilt thing last as long as she wanted to. The Switch felt super bad about how rude she had been, how unnecessarily rude she had been. Scar wasn't hers and it wasn't proper for Aerolyn to be as jealous as she was. Especially when she herself was spending time with other people. But she still couldn't help the fact that she hated that every person Scar seemed to talk to about sex was a blonde with blue eyes.

“I mean, I’m sure I could think of a couple of ways to make you feel better. Forget that stupid guilt.” She said with a shrug. “Just saying.” Her brows shot up and she grinned. “Oh? And how’s a bitch supposed to do that without any hints? Because I hate to lose, and in the words of the briLLIANT Ricky Bobby, if you ain’t first, you’re last.” The longer they were together, the easier their conversation seemed to flow, and it wasn’t long before they were hopping off the bus in town. In a moment of unexpected bravery, she slipped her hand in the blonde’s once more as they walked through town. “So where are you taking me to dinner? You know, since you're groveling, and whatnot.”

"Oh, I'm sure that you could occupy my mind...and my body. But I'd still end up feeling bad." Aerolyn said honestly, biting down on her bottom lip. "Keep doing what you're doing and you'll work your way up." Aerolyn promised, not wanting to admit that Scar was definitely at the top of the list. Hanging around the same spot as Deni. She glanced down at their clasped hands, surprised that Scar had made that move, but not complaining about it whatsoever; going so far as to do her best to ignore the butterflies waking up in the pit of her stomach. Aerolyn rolled her eyes slightly and shook her head. "Nah, I may be grovelling but your ass can have some bar food." She offered, nudging her hip against Scar's.

“Damn, I’mma need to up my game, then. Because if you’re still capable of coherent thought, I’ve clearly lost my touch.” There was a decidedly petulant note to her tone, but she decided to let it go, for the time being. “Well, that’s vague as shit, Bombshell. Do you mean picking fights with dom/mes and flipping of the heads? Because I’m down for it, but somehow I feel like that’s not quite on the mark.” She quipped with a cheeky grin. “I mean, you say that like bar food isn’t the best kind of food in the world. This bitch needs some frenchy fries and a thick, greasy burger, stat.” She said with a laugh, the point where their hips met burning pleasantly, even through their multiple layers.

"I mean, I very much enjoy your touch. There's no doubt about that, gorgeous." She mused, biting down on her bottom lip. "That is absolutely not what I mean, ya little shit." Aerolyn said, her tone teasing and light, even though she absolutely did not want Scar to mess with the Heads anymore. "Bar food is pretty fantastic. And we will definitely get you that burger and those fries. Right away." She mused with a smile, leading Scar towards the bar, casually wondering if they would be dealing with the same bartender that she and Malia had dealt with the night before.

“Coulda fooled me, on account of the fact that I barely got to touch you, bossy pants.” She complained half heartedly. In reality, she would never complain about having Aero, in any capacity, but she wasn’t ready for her to know that, yet. “Damn. A bitch can dream, though.” Shaking her head, she followed the other girl into the bar, glad to be out of the warmth of the evening- even if the bar was warmer from sheer capacity. “Hashtag BLESS. I’m starving. You hit the bar, and I’ll grab a table? And don’t get lost on the way back.” She quipped with a wink, disappearing to try and snipe a table for them.

She giggled and shrugged her shoulders slightly. "I really, really like having you cum for me. But don't worry. Maybe one night soon I'll have you over and it'll be all about you fucking me." She said, biting down on her bottom lip and humming softly. "And you call me bossy pants?" She watched her walk away to see what direction she headed in before making her way to the bar. She ordered the burger and fries for Scar, along with a drink, before grabbing herself some chicken wings and potato skins, as well as a vodka cran. She grabbed the number they gave her and then moved through the bar, eyes scanning the room for a familiar red head of hair.

“You can’t just say things like that to me in public.” She said, letting out a groan of want at the mere suggestion. While she wasn’t traditionally one to enjoy giving pleasure more than receiving it, Aero was definitely an exception. “You definitely are,” She quipped over her shoulder with a wink. The bar was busy, but not overly crowded, and it didn’t take too long for her to find a couple getting ready to leave. Perking up as she spotted Aerolyn making her way closer, she stood and waved, yelling out to be heard over the crowd. “Over here, Aero!! Front and center!!”

"And why the hell not? Maybe I want you squirmy and needy for me while we're surrounded by people. Maybe I want you eager to have me take you in the middle of the dance floor." Aerolyn said, shrugging innocently. She narrowed her eyes, swatting at Scar's ass as she walked away from her. As she tried to find Scar a little while later, her head swiveled to face Scar as she called out and a smile formed on her face. She worked her way through the last few people and dropped into the seat next to the other girl. "You found me before I could find you." She mused, setting the number down on the table and glancing around at the people.

Though she’d never admit it, Aerolyn’s words were affecting her, and she felt her panties dampen. Once she was sure the other girl had spotted her, she sat back down, shifting uncomfortably. “That was a cheap trick, Bombshell,” She said, sticking out her tongue petulantly. “These are new panties and everything.” Of course, she’d sacrifice every pair she owned if Aero would slap her ass like that again. “What can I say, I’ve got amazing radar for that kind of thing. Like gaydar, but better.” She said with a cheeky grin.

"Not a trick at all. I'm just using the tools that I have at my disposal." She mused, letting her hand reach out to rest against Scar's thigh, squeezing lightly. "Mm, new panties for a night out with me? Well, don't I feel special." She said with a smile, sliding her hand toward the inside of her thigh before moving her hand away from her again. "Radar for finding pretty girls? That's definitely a useful tool."

Licking her lips, it took everything in her power not to reach down and put Aerolyn’s hand where she really wanted it. But if she’d learned anything, so far, it was that trying to take control benefitted exactly no one. “Mmmhhmm, I thought you might like them. Wanna see ‘em?” She quipped with a grin. She groaned in displeasure as the hand drifted away once more. “Something like that. I mean, not just any pretty girls. Only the most most pretty. Like, the ones who are literal bombshells of hotness.”

"You're just so damn sweet, Scar. You know that I one hundred per cent want to see those panties." She said, completely truthful, not needing to joke or lie about it in the slightest. "I better be the only one you're calling a bombshell, Trouble." Aerolyn said, that burst of jealousy making itself known; but at least this time it was able to be hidden behind the nickname that Scar had given to her. Her hand rested back on her thigh and she licked her bottom lip, pushing the fabric of her skirt up a bit.

“Aren’t I, though? She joked with a cheeky grin, biting at her lower lip. “Maybe for your birthday, I buy a new set for you. I’ll even model it for you and everything.” A bolt of heat shot directly to her core at the tone of Aero’s voice, and she nodded, letting her sass take the backseat for once. “Of course. Just you, Aerolyn. After all, there’s no one else who rocks my world the way you do.” Feeling the hand slipping up her thigh again, she lifted her hips, just enough to allow the worn leather to be pushed up a little higher, her breath coming heavier. “Fucking hell.”

Her eyebrows raised and she licked her lips at the thought. "I have to wait for February? Damn." She muttered, shaking her head slightly; keeping it to herself for the time being that that meant that they would be spending Valentine's Day together. Because she didn't know what the future held and she would hate to make plans like that, just for Scar to find someone else she would rather spend the day with. She felt some piece of her that had been out of wack since the night before slide back into place at Scar's words and she smiled. "Good." At Scar's reaction, she bit down on her bottom lip. "I love how you just melt for me." She cooed, turning her body so she was facing Scar, pulling her legs over her lap.

“Maybe your half birthday- if you’re nice to me.” She offered with a cheeky grin and a wink. She couldn’t quite remember when her birthday was, exactly, but there were a few sets she’d seen online that she thought Aero might like, and she was more than a little excited to find out if that was the case. “Deadass, Bombshell. How could anyone even measure up? Please.” She waved her hand noncommittally. “Melt? Me?” Her protests were weak at best as she allowed her body to be manipulated by the blonde, a grin on her face. “I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me if you promise not to make me wait too long.”

The Switch let out a sigh before shaking her head in amusement. "Alright then." At her next words, Aerolyn grinned and bit down on her bottom lip. It was nice to hear that coming from the girl. She chuckled softly, her head tilting as her eyes scanned over the submissive's face. She knew what her answer would be, but she wanted to make Scar wait and wonder for a little bit. Just as she was about to say something their food and drinks were brought to the table and she smiled. "Thank you so much." She offered, turning back in her seat, but keeping Scar's legs across her lap.

“I actually have just the set in mind, too.” She confessed with a wink. “Come on, you can’t leave me in susp-” Scar almost screamed when Aero turned away to pay attention to the server instead of her. Scowling at the boy, she stared daggers at him, not appreciating how his eyes lingered on Aero a little longer than was strictly necessary. Least of all when his presence was stopping her from having fun with the blonde to make matters worse. “Yeah, thanks, dude. You can go now. And take those roving eyes with you.”

Aerolyn glanced over at Scar, her heart thudding at the little bit of possessiveness that she found in her voice and on her face. That was new. And it was entirely too welcomed. She slipped her hand underneath the girl's skirt again, looking at the boy as she did it, knowing that there was no way that he couldn't tell what they were doing. "Yeah, we are more than okay here now." She offered, pressing her fingers against the girl through her panties in hopes of getting a gasp that would really show him that she had no interest in him at all.

Licking her lips, she lifted a brow in challenge as she met the boy’s eye, letting out a breathy gasp as she felt her fingers touch her at last. “Yeah, we’ll- well let you know if we need anything,” she snapped, though any threat in her voice was subverted by the fact that Aero clearly had her hand up her skirt. “So fuck off, ya creep!” She added on for good measure. She had no problem being watched, normally, but this time with Aerolyn was for her and her alone.

After Scar's snap, the boy turned and walked away with a grumble and Aerolyn turned her head towards Scar. Her free hand slipped behind Scar's head, tangling in her hair, and she tugged her into a kiss. It was nice to have a moment where Scar was possessive of her right back. Her fingers pushed aside her panties and she brushed her fingers through her folds, circling her clit.

Scarlett was incredibly glad that she wasn't chastised for her less than polite response- mostly because she had no intention of apologizing as she wasn't sorry in the slightest. And at any rate, why should she be. Aerolyn was out with her and therefore it was only reasonable that her attention remain with her as well. Returning the kiss with fervor, she was caught off guard by the sudden sensation of fingers on her clit, moaning wantonly into Aero’s mouth inhibition.

Her hand held Scar's head in place, tugging on the smooth curls at the back of her head, simply because she could. The entire situation they were in in that moment was sexy as hell...and Aerolyn was sure that she wouldn't mind if she never breathed again. She adjusted her hand as best as she could, slipping a finger inside of her.

The rough treatment surprised the sub, but she certainly didn't mind, the mix of pain and pleasure putting her body on overdrive. Her lips moved languidly against Aero’s and she felt herself give in to the dominant, letting her take control of her entirely. Subconsciously shifting her hips, her hands grasping at any part of the blonde she could reach.

Aerolyn really, really liked when Scar gave into what she wanted, when she allowed her to take control. Though she also liked the fight for control that led to Scar giving in. Her finger moved within the girl slowly and gently, sighing into the feel of the redhead's lips against her own. It was good. Really good.

Scar let it an incredibly un-Scar-like squeak as Aero’s fingers shifted in her, her eyes slipping closed as she let the domme play with her body as she pleased. There was something incredibly hot about breathing in the same air as the blonde like this. The only downside was the space between then, which was far too wide for her tastes, but she wasn't complaining. Not so long as Aerolyn kept pulling her hair like that and fucking her like she was the only person in the world.

She chuckled heatedly against Scar's lips at the squeak, absolutely loving that she was the reason that that sound had slipped from Scar's lips. This entire situation was sexy as hell and she honestly didn't mind at all that their drinks were warming and their food was getting cold. Her entire focus was on Scar and Scar's entire focus was on her and that's exactly how she wanted it. She slipped a second finger within her and twisted her hand to rub her thumb against the girl's clit.

There was something entirely too hot about letting Aero fuck her like this- their mouths pressed together and her legs spread as much as the booth would allow. Scar has intended on resisting more, sulking and guilting the blonde a little, but at this point, she knew it was futile. Especially when a second finger was added to the mix. “Oh my fucking god,” She breathed out against her lips. “More, Miss. Please, I'm so fucking close.”

"More? Such a greedy girl." Aerolyn muttered, she nipped at her bottom lip and then let her lips kiss along her jaw. She kissed down her neck and sucked lightly against her skin without leaving a mark. She pressed another finger inside the girl and smirked. "You're so wet for me, Scar. So wet. So sexy." She murmured, noting that the waiter was watching them and giggling against Scar's neck. "We have a bit of an audience. Our little fan can't stop watching."

“Greedy? Idk her. I’m practically vi-virginal,” She quipped out, though it lost any weight, her voice breaking as she felt herself stretched so deliciously. Scar whined petulantly when Aero’s lips moved from her own, but as she turned her head to look, she felt a fresh flood of moisture settled between her legs. “You know I'm always good for a show, but no thinking about that loser when you’re fucking me, Bombshell.” Lacing her fingers through Aero’s hair, she sent a smug smirk towards the boy, before leaning forward and biting the blonde’s neck, her eyes locked with his.

"Oh I promise that I never think of anyone else when I'm fucking you, Scar." Aerolyn murmured, gasping sharply at the feel of teeth on her neck. "Fuck, I'm all yours right now, Scar." She promised, her fingers wiggling playfully within the submissive as her head tilted back slightly to offer the girl more access to her neck. If it was a choice between Scar and the waiter, Scar would win every time. Hell, it would be hard for Scar to lose against anyone.

“You’d better not.” She hissed, rolling her hips as the fingers twisted deliciously in her, her jaw dropping a moment later, “All mine. Don’t you know LA girls don’t share?” Taking the invitation without hesitation, she bit down on the smooth expanse of skin, determined to leave her mark on the girl currently making her head spin. She had no idea how Aero had managed to make her so weak for her, so pliable, but she didn’t have the braincells to commit to that line of thought. Not when she had a Switch to mark up and a boy to make jealous.

"You don't share, hm? That is -fuck- very good to know. I'm not super into sharing you either." She offered, essentially giving away the reason she had been so bitchy the night before; without actually realizing it. She whined at the delicious sting of Scar mouth and teeth working at her neck. She knew there would be a mark left there, but she couldn't find it within herself to be upset about it; even if she wouldn't be leaving any marks with her mouth of the submissive's skin.

“Nope. I’m the daughter of two infamous celebrities. I’ve never shared anything in my entire life. And why should I?” She quipped with a grin. Scar was used to getting what she wanted, and she wasn't sorry in the least. A trickle of pride settled in her at Aero’s admission, and she lifted her lips. “Yeah? Want me all to yourself, Bombshell? Think you could handle it?” She challenged, biting down sharply on her collarbone. “I've been told I'm a bit of a handful,”

She chuckled softly and shook her head in amusement. "Interesting take on the world, Trouble." Aerolyn offered, biting down on her bottom lip. "Mhm, I do. Honestly, I think from now on, whenever we come into town, I will expect your phone to be off. So that I'm the only one you're focused on. Can't have me being a distraction when you're really thinking of someone else." She quipped, trying to make light of an actual fear. "I think I could handle you."

“You gonna turn yours off too?” There wasn't much Scar wouldn't have agreed to in that moment but if she was being honest, she didn't hate that idea. “You, a distraction? Please. You're the main fucking event, Bombshell.” She breathed out with a lopsided grin. There wasn’t a situation in the world where Aero would take the backseat in her mind. Not that she’d admit it, at any rate. “Show, don’t tell, babe.” She quipped with a wink, moistening her suddenly dry lips, missing the feeling of Aerolyn’s on her own.

"Absolutely." Aerolyn said with a nod, not having any issue with turning off her cell phone as well. She couldn't help but grin at Scar's words, the admission soothing the jealous and irrational part of her that had been present since the night before. "I haven't shown you enough yet? Don't worry, I have many plans for you and they will definitely show you just how well I can handle you." Aerolyn said with a chuckle and a shake of her head. She leaned in to press their foreheads together again as her fingers moved within the girl. Despite the fact that they were surrounded by other people, the moment still felt extremely intimate and it caused her heart to lurch suddenly.

“Then its a- a deal,” she panted out. It was difficult to keep her thoughts straight with Aero working her fingers like that. “Nope. Not convinced. Keep- keep going. Fuck, I love your plans.” Scar couldn't help but challenge her, even though there wasn't much traction to her statement. But it wasn't her way to just give up and relent. Least of all when being difficult yielded such excellent results usually. “Square up, buttercup.” Feeling Aerolyn’s breath mingling with her own sent a sensation she was not prepared for straight through her body, a shiver running down her spine as her orgasm suddenly rolled through her. “A-Aerolyn! F-fuck! Oh my god!”

"It's a deal." She replied with a nod of her head, pleased that Scar didn't seem to mind that she wouldn't have access to her phone. Made her feel much more confident in the fact that Scar really did enjoy the time they spent together, seeing as she wanted to be completely wrapped up in just them. "Mm, well, guess I'll just hae to keep showing you." She offered, not mad at all about the fact that she would have to continue to prove that she could handle her. "I know you do. They're pretty great plans." She said with a chuckle. She groaned as Scar's inner walls clenched down on her fingers, her thumb rubbing her clit to help prolong her orgasm. The Switch couldn't help but be proud that she had caused Scar to cry out as she had. As she finally came down from her high, she eased her fingers out of her and sucked them clean before kissing the submissive to let her taste herself on parted lips.

In that moment, there was nothing else. No bar, no club, no waiters, nothing. Just her and Aero, tucked away in their own little bubble. It was difficult to concentrate on anything other than the sensations coursing through her body, the pleasure burning through her veins. Scar so wanted to make a witty comeback, to prove she wasn't so taken that she could let the blonde have the last word. But any and all thought of evening the scales was lost as she clamped down, stars dancing in her eyes as her world was consumed with nothing but the switch before her. She felt empty, as Aero pulled away, but watching her suck her juices off of her own fingers like that sent another shudder through her, and she gladly accepted the kiss. “Definitely good plans, Bombshell.” She said with a dopey grin on her face.

She grinned at her words and pressed a kiss to her jaw before smoothing out the girl's skirt with a playful wink. "And there are plenty more plans that I have just for tonight. But first and foremost, I think I'm ready for some food. Before it gets even colder than it already is." She teased, letting her hand run up and down the submissive's leg for a moment before turning her attention to the food that had been placed in front of her earlier and quickly forgotten in favor of giving Scar all of her attention. The night was far from over and they would definitely need the energy that the food would give them to help them last through the fun.

The voice in the back of her mind whispered for her to be cautious- not to let herself be taken in with such ease. But as she met Aerolyn’s gaze, the smile playing at her lips, she knew she was already in way too deep. Scar was still breathing heavily as Aerolyn pulled away, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the blonde’s mischievous grin. “Yeah- yeah food. That’d be- that’d be good.” She licked her lips. “I mean, I could eat, but I’m not super hungry for food.” A shiver ran through her as she slumped back against the chair, biting her lip in an uncharacteristic show of shyness. "Did I mention I think you might kill me?"

Aerolyn glanced over at the submissive and she shrugged her shoulders. "What a way to go out though, right?" She joked, shruggng her shoulders slightly. "You will get dessert. I promise you that. But you have to eat your dinner first." Aerolyn said, leaning in to press her lips against Scar's once more before pulling back. "Eat up, Trouble." She didn't want to waste a single moment of the time that she had with the submissive, so she was determined to eat quickly to get on with their night.

“I mean I'm game if you are.” For as low that eating food was on the list of ‘things Scar wanted to’, she knew it was probably for the best. Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't whine a bit about it first. “Mmm, I'm not hungry for that, Aero. Can't we just, like, take it to go?” She asked, pushing closer to nip and suck at her neck. Feeling the blonde shake her head adamantly, she sighed unhappily. “Okay, I'll eat my dinner like a good girl, and then I get my dessert. Deal?”

"F-fuck. Nope. Sorry Scar. Eat now." She bit down on her bottom lip, pleased when Scar actually referred to herself as a good girl. But she wasn't going to make too big a deal out of it. Because she knew that Scar would most definitely retreat. She needed more time to really get used to the idea, and Aerolyn truly didn't mind waiting for that to happen. "Sounds perfect to me, Scar. I'm looking forward to it."

It was hard to back off when she was told to, and part of her wanted to throw a fit, to be difficult, but she knew that with Aero, that would likely only delay her even further. Grumbling half heartedly, she slid over slightly in the booth, turning to face her food, but being sure to maintain some kind of contact with the other girl. “Fine. Food first. Dessert second. But no takebacks.” She said, popping a french fry into her mouth.

#p: aerolyn #p: 7.6.19

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