#Tangled Up [Branches In A Flood]

[nevaronn]

she is off to the editors

10.2k words, 25 pages in a google doc and weeks of my life have finally brought Chapter 1 of my slowburn to a close.

Chapter 1 of my slowburn fic titled "Tangled Up [Branches In A Flood]", will be posted tomorrow. TUBIAF is part 1 of a 3 part series that will take us through life of Ikkaku Madarame and Yumichika Ayasegawa before, during, and after the main Bleach series. I am estimating the entire series to be ~80 chapters.

I look forward to bringing this story to you all, it's gonna be a long, wild ride :)

Do enjoy this small snippet in the meantime~

[neonbitemarks]

@ofviolentdeath

Johnny hated having to ask for help, but he'd gotten evicted again after too many noise complaints, and couch surfing wasn't doing anything to help his pain management, both in terms of physical comfort and the fact that most "friends" he had out east could be more accurately described as acquaintances with habits as bad, if not worse than his own.

It had gotten bad enough that he couldn't even summon the energy to shadowtravel to get home, so he'd hopped a flight from New York to Vegas and called his dad to pick him up from there.

He was quiet in the car on the ride home, too tired and sore from the cramped conditions on the plane and having to navigate busy airports at either end while on crutches.

[gilnoruil]

"Being born among dragons on Outland, I had no idea about most of the holidays the peoples of Azeroth like to celebrate, save perhaps Winter Veil. Halla was eager to celebrate one they call 'Love is in the Air'... A rather obvious name."

"We took a picnic to a grassy hill on the isles. It was... Nice."

[shadow--wanderer]

[v1scera]

tag dump: vessel.

[vampirekilmerfic]

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023)

[icameasiam]

                       " ᴿᵘⁿˑ ᴵᶠ ᴵ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ˒ ᴵ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ʸᵒᵘˑ "

                        ᴬᵈʳᵉⁿᵃˡⁱⁿᵉ  ᵖᵘᵐᵖˢ ; ᵀᴴᴱ  ᶠᴱᴬᴿ  ᴵᔆ  ᴬᴺ  ᴵᴺᵀᴵᴹᴬᵀᴱ  ᴿᵁᔆᴴ  ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵛᵉⁱⁿˢˑ ᵀʰᵉ  ᵈᵉˢⁱʳᵉ  ⁱˢ  ʲᵘˢᵗ  ᵃˢ  ᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗˑ ᵀᵂᴵᔆᵀᴱᴰ  ᴸᴵᵀᵀᴸᴱ  ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ  —  ᵗʰⁱˢ  ⁱˢ  ʷʰᵃᵗ  ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ  ⁱⁿ  ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ  ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ  ᵐⁱⁿᵈ  ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ  ˢᵃʸ  ᵒᵛᵉʳ  ˢᵘᶜʰ  ᵃⁿ  ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˑ ᴬⁿᵈ  ʸᵉᵗ  ʰᵉʳ  ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ  ⁱˢ  ᵘⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈʸ  ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ  ʰᵉʳ  ʳⁱᵇᶜᵃᵍᵉˑ ᴸⁱᵖˢ  ᵖ��ʳᵗᵉᵈ  ᵃˢ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵐⁱⁿᵈ  ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉˢ  ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ  ᵃˡˡ  ᵖᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ  ᵒᵘᵗᶜᵒᵐᵉˢˑ ᵂᴴᴬᵀ  ᴰᴼᴱᔆ  ᔆᴴᴱ  ᴰᴱᔆᴵᴿᴱ  ᵀᴴᴱ  ᴹᴼᔆᵀ  ˀ  ⁱˢ  ˢʰᵉ  ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ  ᵗᵒ  ˡᵉᵗ  ᵗʰⁱˢ  ᵍᵃᵐᵉ  ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵉ  ᶠᵒʳ  ᵃˢ  ˡᵒⁿᵍ  ᵃˢ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵇᵒᵈʸ  ʷⁱˡˡ  ᵃˡˡᵒʷ ˀ  ᵒʳ  ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ  ˢʰᵉ  ᵍⁱᵛᵉ  ⁱⁿ  ᵗᵒ  ᵀᴴᴱ  ᴰᴱᔆᴵᴿᴱ  ᵀᴴᴬᵀ  ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴬᵀᴱᴺᔆ  ᵀᴼ  ᑦᴼᴺᔆᵁᴹᴱ  ᴴᴱᴿ  ᵃᵗ  ᵃⁿʸ  ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ˀ 

ᵗʰᵉ  ᵃⁱʳ  ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ  ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ  ⁱⁿ  ʰᵉʳ  ˡᵘⁿᵍˢ  —  ˢᵘʳᵖʳⁱˢⁱⁿᵍ  ᵗʰᵃᵗ  ˢʰᵉ  ᶜᵃⁿ  ᵉᵛᵉⁿ  ʳᵉˡᵉᵃˢᵉ  ⁱᵗ  ᵖᵃˢᵗ  ʰᵉʳ  ˡⁱᵖˢˑ ᴴᵉʳ  ᵐᵘˢᶜˡᵉˢ  ᵗⁱᵍʰᵗ  ʷⁱᵗʰ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᵗᵉⁿˢⁱᵒⁿ  ˢʷⁱʳˡⁱⁿᵍ  ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ  ᵗʰᵉᵐ ;  ᴮᴼᴺᴱᔆ  ᔆᵀᴿᴬᴵᴺᴱᴰ  ᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿ  ᵀᴴᴱ  ᴿᴱᴬᴸᴵᙆᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ  ᵗʰᵃᵗ  ᵗʰⁱˢ  ᵗʳᵘˡʸ  ʷᵃˢ  ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍˑ ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴹᔆ  ᴰᴼ  ᑦᴼᴹᴱ  ᵀᴿᵁᴱ  —  ʰᵒʷ  ˡᵘᶜᵏʸ  ˢʰᵉ  ⁱˢˑ ᵀʰᵉ  ˢᶜᵉⁿᵗ  ᵒᶠ  ʳᵃⁱⁿ  ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ  ᵐᵒˢˢ  ᵃˡᵉʳᵗˢ  ʰᵉʳ  ˢᵉⁿˢᵉˢ ;  ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈˢ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵗʰᵃᵗ  ᵀᴴᴵᔆ  ᴵᔆ  ᴺᴼ  ᴸᴼᴺᴳᴱᴿ  ᔆᴼᴹᴱ  ᶠᴬᴺᵀᴬᔆᵞ  ʰⁱᵈᵈᵉⁿ  ⁱⁿ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵐⁱⁿᵈˑ ᵀʰᵉ  ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᵗʸ  ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈˢ  ⁱⁿ  ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ  ᵒᶠ  ʰᵉʳˑ ᴹᴬᔆᴷ  ᴵᴺ  ᴴᴬᴺᴰ  ᴬᔆ  ᴴᴱ  ᵂᴬᵀᑦᴴᴱᔆ  ᴴᴱᴿˑ ᴬ  ᵖⁱᵉʳᶜⁱⁿᵍ  ᵍᵃᶻᵉ  ᵗʰᵃᵗ  ʳᵉᶠˡᵉᶜᵗˢ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ  ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ  ˢᵘᶜʰ  ʷᵒʳᵈˢˑ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ  ⁱˢ  ᴬ  ᴾᴬᴿᵀ  ᴼᶠ  ᴴᴱᴿ  ᵀᴴᴬᵀ  ᵂᴵᔆᴴᴱᔆ  ᵀᴼ  ᑦᴴᴬᴸᴸᴱᴺᴳᴱ  ᴴᴵᴹ  ᵃˢ  ᵐᵘᶜʰ  ᵃˢ  ˢʰᵉ  ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ  ᵗᵒ  ᵍⁱᵛᵉ  ⁱⁿˑ ⁱⁿᵛᵒˡᵘⁿᵗᵃʳʸ  —  ᵗᵒ  ᵃⁿ  ᵉˣᵗᵉⁿᵗ ;  ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ  ᵃʳᵉ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ  ᵃˢ  ˢʰᵉ  ˢᵗᵉᵖˢ  ᵇᵃᶜᵏ  ˢˡᵒʷˡʸˑ ᴴᵉʳ  ᵍᵃᶻᵉ  ᶠᵒᶜᵘˢᵉᵈ  ᵒⁿ  ⁱᵃⁿˑ ᴬⁿᵈ  ᶠᵒʳ  ᵃ  ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ  ᴴᴱ  ᴵᔆ  ᴬᔆ  ᶠᴼᴿᴱᴵᴳᴺ  ᴬᔆ  ᴴᴱ  ᴵᔆ  ᶠᴬᴹᴵᴸᴵᴬᴿˑ ᵀʰᵉ  ˡᵒᵒᵏ  ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ  ʰⁱˢ  ᵉʸᵉˢ  ⁱˢ  ⁿᵒᵗ  ᵒⁿᵉ  ˢʰᵉ  ʰᵃˢ  ᵉᵛᵉʳ  ᵖᵉʳᶜᵉⁱᵛᵉᵈ  —  ᵒⁿᵉ  ˢʰᵉ  ⁱˢ  ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵃʳ  ʷⁱᵗʰˑ ᴬⁿᵈ  ᵗʰⁱˢ  ᵃᵈᵈˢ  ᵗᵒ  ᵗʰᵉ  ⱽᴵᴼᴸᴱᴺᵀ  ᵗʰᵘᵐᵖⁱⁿᵍ  ᵒᶠ  ʰᵉʳ  ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˑ ᵀᵒ  ᵗʰᵉ  ʳᵘˢʰ  ᵒᶠ  ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ  ᵗʰᵃᵗ  ʰⁱᵗˢ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵉʳ  ᵒᶠ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵇʳᵃⁱⁿˑ ᴬ  ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉʳ  ᵗᵒ  ʳᵘⁿˑ ᴬ  ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉʳ  ᵗʰᵃᵗ  ᵗʰⁱˢ  ʷᵃˢ  ⁿᵒ  ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ  ˢᵒᵐᵉ  ᵖˡᵃʸᶠᵘˡ  ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍˑ ᴬ  ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉʳ  ᵗᵒ  ˢᵗᵉᵖ  ᵇᵃᶜᵏ  ᵉᵛᵉⁿ  ʷʰᵉⁿ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵇᵒᵈʸ  ˢᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ  ʰⁱˢ  ᵒᵘᵗˑ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ  ʷʰᵉⁿ  ᴴᴱᴿ  ᶠᴵᴺᴳᴱᴿᵀᴵᴾᔆ  ᶠᴱᴸᵀ  ᴰᴱᔆᴾᴱᴿᴬᵀᴱ  ᵀᴼ  ᵀᵁᴳ  ᵃᵗ  ʰⁱˢ  ᶜˡᵒᵗʰᵉˢ  ᵃⁿᵈ  ᵖᵘˡˡ  ʰⁱᵐ  ᑦᴸᴼᔆᴱᴿ  ᵗʰᵃⁿ  ˢʰᵉ  ʰᵃᵈ  ᵉᵛᵉʳ  ᶠᵉˡᵗ  ʰⁱᵐ  ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉˑ

                       ʰᵉʳ  ᶠᵒᵒᵗˢᵗᵉᵖˢ  ᵉᶜʰᵒ  ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᵈᵉⁿˢᵉ  ᶠᵒʳᵉˢᵗ  —  ʰᵉʳ  ˢⁿᵉᵃᵏᵉʳˢ  ʰⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ  ʷⁱᵗʰ  ᵖᵘʳᵖᵒˢᵉˑ ᴱⱽᴱᴿᵞ  ᔆᵀᴱᴾ  ᴵᔆ  ᴰᴱᴸᴵᴮᴱᴿᴬᵀᴱ ˒  ᵃⁿᵈ  ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ  ᵐᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ  ⁱˢ  ᵃ  ᶜᵃˡᶜᵘˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ  ᵈᵉᶜⁱˢⁱᵒⁿˑ ᴴᵉʳ  ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ  ᵖᵘᵐᵖˢ  ʳᵃᵖⁱᵈˡʸ  ʷⁱᵗʰ  ᴬᴺᕽᴵᴼᵁᔆ  ᴬᴺᵀᴵᑦᴵᴾᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ˒  ʰᵉʳ  ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ  ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖⁱⁿᵍ  ʰᵉʳ  ˡⁱᵖˢ  ⁱⁿ  ˢᵒᶠᵗ  ᵖᵃⁿᵗˢˑ ᵀᴴᴱ  ᵀᴴᴿᴵᴸᴸ  ᴵᔆ  ᴱᕽᴴᴵᴸᴬᴿᴬᵀᴵᴺᴳ  ᵞᴱᵀ  ᵀᴱᴿᴿᴵᶠᵞᴵᴺᴳˑ ᔆʰᵉ  ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ  ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉ  ᵒᶠ  ᵗʰᵉ  ˢᵘⁿ  ᵇᵃʳᵉˡʸ  ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ  ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᵈᵉⁿˢⁱᵗʸ  ᵒᶠ  ᵗʳᵉᵉˢ˒  ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᵖᵃᵗʰ  ˢʰᵉ  ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷˢ  ᴬ  ᴮᴸᵁᴿ  ᴼᶠ  ᔆᴴᴬᴰᴼᵂᔆ  ᴬᴺᴰ  ᴸᴵᴳᴴᵀˑ ᴬⁿᵈ  ʸᵉᵗ  ˢʰᵉ  ʳᵘˢʰᵉˢ  ᵖᵃˢᵗ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᵗʳᵉᵉˢ  ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ  ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍˑ ᵀʰᵉ  ᵗʰʳⁱˡˡ  ᵒᶠ  ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ  ᶜʰᵃˢᵉᵈ  —  ᴼᶠ  ᴮᴱᴵᴺᴳ  ᔆᴼᵁᴳᴴᵀ  ᴼᵁᵀ  —  ⁱˢ  ᵘⁿˡⁱᵏᵉ  ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ  ˢʰᵉ  ʰᵃˢ  ᵉᵛᵉʳ  ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉᵈˑ ᴿᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ  ᵃʷᵃʸ  ᶠʳᵒᵐ  ᔆᴼᴹᴱᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ  ᔆᴴᴱ  ᔆᴼ  ᴮᴬᴰᴸᵞ  ᴰᴱᔆᴵᴿᴱᔆ  ᵀᴼ  ᴱᕽᴾᴸᴼᴿᴱˑ ᴬ  ᵖʳⁱᵐᵃˡ  ᶠᵉᵃʳ;  ᵗʰᵉ  ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ  ᵃⁿᵈ  ᵗʰᵉ  ʰᵘⁿᵗᵉᵈ  —  ᴬ  ᶠᴼᕽ  ᑦᴴᴬᔆᴵᴺᴳ  ᴬᶠᵀᴱᴿ  ᴬ  ᴿᴬᴮᴮᴵᵀˑ ᵂʰᵃᵗ  ʷⁱˡˡ  ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ  ⁱᶠ  ʰᵉ  ˢⁱⁿᵏˢ  ʰⁱˢ  ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ  ⁱⁿᵗᵒ  ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ  ᶠˡᵉˢʰˀ  ˢʰᵉ  ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ  ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ  ᵗᵒ  ᶠⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ  ᵒᵘᵗˑ                        ʰᵉʳ  ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ  ⁱˢ  ᵖᵘˢʰᵉᵈ  ᵖᵃˢᵗ  ʰᵉʳ  ˡⁱᵖˢ  ᵃᵗ  ᵃ  ʳᵃᵗᵉ  ᵗʰᵃᵗ  ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ  ᵇᵉ  ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱᵈᵉʳᵉᵈ  ᵃˡᵃʳᵐⁱⁿᵍˑ ᴮᵘᵗ  ⁱᵗ  ⁱˢ  ⁿᵒᵗ  ⁱⁿ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᶠᵒʳᵐ  ᵒᶠ  ᵃ  ᵖᵃⁿⁱᶜ  ᵃᵗᵗᵃᶜᵏ  —  ᴵᵀ  ᑦᴼᴹᴱᔆ  ᴵᴺ  ᵀᴴᴱ  ᶠᴼᴿᴹ  ᴼᶠ  ᴬᴺᵀᴵᑦᴵᴾᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺˑ ᴴᵉʳ  ᵇᵒᵈʸ  ⁱˢ  ۹ᵘⁱᶜᵏ  ᵗᵒ  ᵗᵘʳⁿ  ᵖᵃˢᵗ  ᵗʳᵉᵉˢ  ᵃⁿᵈ  ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ  ᵗʳᵘⁿᵏˢ  ᵒᶠ  ʷᵒᵒᵈ ;  ˢʰᵉ  ��ᵃⁿ'ᵗ  ᵐᵃᵏᵉ  ⁱᵗ  ᵉᵃˢʸ  ᵒⁿ  ʰⁱᵐˑ ᴱᵛᵉʳʸ  ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ  ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ  ʰᵉʳ  ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ  ᵇᵉ  ᴬ  ᴾᴼᔆᔆᴵᴮᴸᴱ  ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴬᵀ  ᵗᵒ  ʰⁱˢ  ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉˑ ᴮᵃˡᵃⁿᶜᵉ  ⁱˢ  ˡᵒˢᵗ  ᵃˢ  ˢʰᵉ  ᵗʳⁱᵉˢ  ᵗᵒ  ᵃᵛᵒⁱᵈ  ᵗʰᵉ  ᵗᵒʳⁿ  ˡᵒᵍˢ  ⁱⁿ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵖᵃᵗʰ˒  ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ  ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ  ⁱⁿ  ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶜᵗ  ʷⁱᵗʰ  ᵈⁱʳᵗ  ᵃⁿᵈ  ʷᵉᵗ  ᵗʷⁱᵍˢ  ᵗʰᵃᵗ  ˢⁿᵃᵖ  ᵇᵉⁿᵉᵃᵗʰ  ᵗʰᵉ  ʷᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ  ᵒᶠ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵇᵒᵈʸˑ ᴬⁿᵈ  ᶠᵒʳ  ᵃ  ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ  ˢʰᵉ  ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉˢ  ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ  ᵗᵒ  ʳᵉᵐᵃⁱⁿ  ˢᵗⁱˡˡ  ᵃˢ  ᵇᵃʳᵉ  ᵏⁿᵉᵉˢ  ᵖʳᵉˢˢ  ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ  ᵗʰᵉ  ʷᵉᵗ  ᵍʳᵃˢˢˑ ᴴᵉʳ  ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ  ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴬᵀᴱᴺᔆ  ᵀᴼ  ᴰᴱᔆᵀᴬᴮᴬᴸᴵᙆᴱ  ᴴᴱᴿ  ᔆᴱᴺᔆᴱᔆˑ ᵀʰᵉ  ʳᵘˢʰⁱⁿᵍ  ᵒᶠ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ  ᵃᵘᵈⁱᵇˡᵉ  ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵉᵃʳᵈʳᵘᵐˢ ;  ᵁᴺᴬᴮᴸᴱ  ᵀᴼ  ᶠᴼᑦᵁᔆ  ᵒⁿ  ʰᵉʳ  ˢᵘʳʳᵒᵘⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍˢˑ ᶠᵉᵃʳ  ᵃⁿᵈ  ᵉˣᶜⁱᵗᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ  ᵃʳᵉ  ᵛⁱˢⁱᵇˡᵉ  ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ  ᵈᵃʳᵏᵉⁿᵉᵈ  ᵉʸᵉˢ  ᵒᶠ  ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿˑ ᴴᵉʳ  ᵍᵃᶻᵉ  ˢʰᵃʳᵖ  ᵃˢ  ˢʰᵉ  ˡᵒᵒᵏˢ  ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ  ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ  ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ  ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍˑ ᴴᵉʳ  ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ  ᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ  ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ  ᵗʰᵉ  ˡᵃᶜᵉ  ᶠᵃᵇʳⁱᶜ  ᵒᶠ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵈʳᵉˢˢ ˒  ʷⁱᵖⁱⁿᵍ  ʰᵉʳ  ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ  ۹ᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ  ᵃˢ  ˢʰᵉ  ᵏᵉᵖᵗ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵍᵃᶻᵉ  ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵛᵉˑ                        ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ  —  ʷʰᵉⁿ  ᵗʰᵉ  ʰᵉˡˡ  ᵈᵒᵉˢ  ˢʰᵉ  ʷᵉᵃʳ  ʷʰⁱᵗᵉˀ  ᴴᵉʳ  ᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ  ᵒⁿᶜᵉ  ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ  ᵖˡᵃʸˢ  ᵗʰᵉ  ʳᵒˡᵉ  ˢʰᵉ  ⁱˢ  ᵗᵒᵒ  ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵃʳ  ʷⁱᵗʰ  ᵃⁿᵈ  ˢᵏⁱˡˡᵉᵈ  ᵃᵗ  ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍˑ ᵀʰᵉ  ˢⁱᵍʰᵗ  ᵒᶠ  ᵗʰᵉ  ʷʰⁱᵗᵉ  ᶠᵃᵇʳⁱᶜ  ᵒᶠ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵈʳᵉˢˢ  ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ  ⁱⁿ  ᵐᵘᵈ  ⁱˢ  ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ  ⁱʳᵒⁿⁱᶜˑ ᶠᴼᴿᑦᴱᴰ  ᵀᴼ  ᴳᴼ  ᵀᴼ  ᑦᴴᵁᴿᑦᴴ  ᶠᴼᴿ  ᵀᴴᴱ  ᔆᴬᴷᴱ  ᴼᶠ  ᴬᴾᴾᴱᴿᴬᴺᑦᴱᔆ  —  ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ  ᵗᵒ  ʷᵉᵃʳ  ᵃ  ᶜᵒˡᵒʳ  ᵗʰᵃᵗ  ʳᵉᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗˢ  ⁱⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᶜᵉ  —  ᵖᵘʳⁱᵗʸˑ ᔆᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ  ˢʰᵉ  ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ  ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ  ʸᵉᵃʳˢ  ᵃᵍᵒˑ ᵀʰᵉ  ˢᵗᵃⁱⁿᵉᵈ  ˡᵃᶜᵉ  ⁿᵒʷ  ᴬ  ᴿᴱᶠᴸᴱᑦᵀᴵᴼᴺ  ᴼᶠ  ᴴᴱᴿ  ᴰᴱᔆᴵᴿᴱᔆ  ᴬᴺᴰ  ᵀᴴᴱ  ᴵᴹᴾᵁᴿᴵᵀᵞ  ᔆᴴᴱ  ᴴᴼᴸᴰᔆ  ᴼᴺ  ᵀᴴᴱ  ᴵᴺᔆᴵᴰᴱˑ ᵀʰᵉ  ᶜᵒˡᵈ  ᵃⁱʳ  ᵇⁱᵗᵉˢ  ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵗᵉⁿˢᵉ  ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳˢ  —  ᵃ  ˢʰⁱᵛᵉʳ  ᵖᵘˢʰⁱⁿᵍ  ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵇᵒᵈʸ˒  ᵃ  ᶜʰⁱˡˡ  ᵗʰᵃᵗ  ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈˢ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵒᶠ  ᵗʰᵉ  ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ  ˢʰᵉ  ʰᵃˢ  ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ  ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ  ⁱⁿˑ ᵞᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ  ⁱˢ  ᵃ  ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵇᵒᵈʸ  ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ  ᵉᵛᵉⁿ  ᵃˢ  ʰᵉʳ  ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ  ᵗʳᵉᵐᵇˡᵉˑ ᴱᵛᵉⁿ  ᵃˢ  ᵃ  ᶜᵒˡᵈ  ᶜʰⁱˡˡ  ᑦᴿᴬᵂᴸᔆ  ᵘᵖ  ʰᵉʳ  ˢᵖⁱⁿᵉ  ᵃⁿᵈ  ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ  ᵃ  ʰᵒᵐᵉ  ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ  ᵗᵉⁿˢᵉ  ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈᵉʳˢˑ ᴬ  ʷᵃʳᵐᵗʰ  ᶜᵉⁿᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ  ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ  ʰᵉʳ  ᵗʰⁱᵍʰˢ ˒  ᵇⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ  ᵃᵗ  ʰᵉʳ  ˡᵒʷᵉʳ  ᵃᵇᵈᵒᵐᵉⁿˑ ᵀᴬᵁᴺᵀᴵᴺᴳ  ᴴᴱᴿ  ʷⁱᵗʰ  ᵃˡˡ  ˢʰᵉ  ᵈᵉˢⁱʳᵉˢ  —  ᵃⁿᵈ  ᴵᴬᴺ  ᶠᵁᑦᴷᴵᴺᴳ  ⱽᴬᴸᴼᴺᴱ  ⁱˢ  ᵗᵒ  ᵇˡᵃᵐᵉˑ

                                                                  @00sgoth

[craftblood]

what  tragic  horror character trope  are  you  ?

the vampire .

it is the loneliest day of a vampire's life, the first time they look into a mirror and see their reflection missing. drinking blood sucks too, don't get me wrong, but as a vampire you had to learn to hide from the sunlight, from your family, all your friends, because you were unavoidably different now and you didn't know how to explain that to them in a way they would understand. you could get stranger's blood in bursts, but what is life when you can't know someone for longer than the night lasts? you left everything behind because it was easier than trying to tell them. i just hope you know you're not the only vampire out there, and that there exist people who will understand your situation without a word. they'll sit with you in the dark for as long as you'll need them to.

tagging: whoever sees!!

[nevaronn]

i've already started ch 2 we are rockin and rollin in this bitch

[gilnoruil]

"When asked if I think we will be by each other's sides for a long time, there is only one answer..."

"Absolutely."

[catsushizz]

Love me until I love myself - S.R

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

Summary: Spencer got used to his life consisting of books and the BAU he had never truly viewed the prospect of love but when you came it all just clicked.

Warning: no use of y/n

Fluff

WC: 1.1k

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Spencer got used to waking up with an empty bed beside him and it never crossed his mind that it made him feel lonely or sad it just felt natural. His apartment is quiet and he never noticed that his eyes grow somber as the day passes, it's unnoticeable, subtle but there.

He was in a state where no one knew what was going on with his life but he'd like to think that his life was a mere touch of tranquility whenever there was no phone going off every second of the day.

But a single touch of color changed how he perceived life and gradually he found himself falling in love. It's like the cosmic collided when you first talked to him and from there on public libraries became his solace everything you like became his safe space, benches in the park, the car that you take road trips in, the Lumineers, and your favorite cafe. You were the color that was missing from his blank canvas, no matter how rough he was, you smoothened the edges of his life.

You were the subject of his poems, the muse of his dreams, and the bearer of his heart. Tangled in a sea of messy sheets, your hands draped over his torso, his head buried in the crook of your neck, and for the first time, he was terrified of waking up alone.

His eyes flutter open and search for you and when they land on your sleeping figure he can feel his heart palpitate in adoration. The ever-growing branches of his life continued to grow but were now accompanied by the leaves that were growing between the crevice of his broken branches.

Your touch was addicting, your fingertips would explore every inch of his body. He notices when your finger brushes against his scars you massage patterns with precision and he feels like his heart could burst, he loves you so much it hurts.

He can't even imagine the storm taking you away from him, he would suffer an endless flood if that were to happen.

He loves how you glow so effortlessly under the scrutiny of the sun or the way you hold his hands whenever you feel like he needs it but he especially loves the fact that you love him despite his flaws. There are nights when you fought so loudly and exchanged some hurtful words, and he remembered how much he wanted to take it back but you weren't perfect either and that molded you both together so perfectly that not even the afterglow can rival it.

Spencer never really quite grasped the concept of life solely because he didn't know if he was choosing the right path and it keeps him up at night, what if he chose a different path and completely risked not meeting you? he would rather die, you were cuddled up with him on the couch watching documentaries when he blurted out his concerns, but your sentiments deemed his thoughts.

"I think no matter what path you choose, it will always lead to us, our souls are intertwined, and it's carved in our hearts. There's a possibility that there's a chance for us to meet again in another lifetime I think I will recognize you, purely because I'm sure our souls left remnants of our past lives to help us remember how much we truly loved each other," you whispered, as you ran your fingers through his unruly hair.

His heart skipped a beat, you still make him feel that way despite his youth withering each day, you make him feel young.

"I love you, you're the best thing life has given me" he tried his best to keep his voice stable but it wobbled and you chuckled lightly.

"You know I love you more" You wiggle your brows at him with a grin. He laughed and pulled you impossibly close.

"But I love you most" he replied and you groaned burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

"we're not gonna bicker about this again, let's just say we love each other so much that time can't measure it" you murmured as you kissed the crook of his neck, he giggled at the contact of your kiss making you subconsciously smile.

"But I love you more than everything though" he teased.

"Don't you dare quote Beautiful Boy to me right now" you sternly said and he laughed. Oh, his life was different now but different in a way where you crave for it to last forever.

His broken parts where he learns to hate, you learned to love, and the things you hate about yourself he came to adore. Spencer always felt like an extra piece in a puzzle but turns out you were too, both of you stand out in the best way possible, and to the ends of the earth, he will follow you, his life in the BAU be damned.

If ever old age has its way of finding him then all the light in the world may cease to exist. Time can consume so much in a person, that Spencer wasn't sure if he liked it but growing old with you was a different story.

He'll live and tell a story of how much he loved a single girl who completely changed his life, even if his hand trembles in every movement he makes, and even if his memory fades he'll hold on to you so deep in his heart until his next life where he gets to hold you again.

The theory of everything started when you met and ended when his skin gradually changed and how his wrinkles deepened until he was one with nature.

Buried next to each other as both of you wished, your children visit the sacred place with their kids and then they'll tell the story of how both of you fell in love and they'll add how much the both of you loved your children.

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You were running late, coffee in hand and it happened so fast that you didn't even notice that he was there. You collided with someone your coffee spilling on the man's shirt and your eyes widened in horror.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You exclaimed as you rushed to get the tissues out of your bag to help him.

"Hey, it's fine" came his calm yet familiar voice. Sensing that he was looking at you, you averted your gaze to meet his eyes and you felt the world suddenly stop.

He has the most beautiful hazel eyes you've ever seen and his brown curly hair added charm to his chiseled face. He looked familiar you're sure of it, and without you knowing, he felt the same way too.

"Hi," he softly whispered stuck in a daze as he looked at you.

You let out an airy chuckle "I'm sorry, do I know you?" You asked.

So the cycle starts again.

[hecetas]

Tangled up like branches in a flood

by hecetas

[inkedinshadows]

Picnic at the Border

Day 14: Outdoor sex — Lucien x f!reader

Warnings: smut, p in v

Word count: 759

You had been begging Lucien to take you to the Autumn Court for a long time, and he always needed to remind you how dangerous it could be, that there was a chance his brothers or father might sense his presence the moment he set foot on Autumn territory.

It was a reasonable concern.

That’s why you were surprised when he took you out for a picnic, but instead of going to your usual spot, he led you all the way to the border with the Autumn Court. You didn’t cross over and set your blanket on the Spring Court side, but it was enough to take your breath away at the sight of green trees and colorful flowers giving way to the browns, oranges, and yellows of fallen leaves and bare branches.

You and Lucien fed each other the food you had made for the occasion, and you probably had one too many glasses of the wine he had brought because when his mouth descended on your neck and his hands pushed your dress up around your hips, you didn’t stop him.

“Lu,” you murmured, even as you let your eyes close and your fingers tangle in his hair to keep him close. “What if someone walks by?”

His voice was muffled against your neck, lips trailing down to your collarbone. “We’re far from any village. No one will see us.”

That was all you needed to hear.

You lay with your back on the blanket and dragged him down with you. You pulled him in for a kiss, and as your lips met, Lucien shifted to better settle between your legs, his thumb finding your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, the kiss swallowing your moan.

Your hands fumbled with the buttons on his tunic, but you soon took it off and admired the golden-brown planes of his chest. Lucien noticed, of course, and brushed your underwear aside with a grin.

“Enjoying the view, sunshine?” he teased as a slender finger ran along your slickness.

You bit your lip, nodding. “You’re beautiful.”

He was more than that, actually—he was breathtaking. The sunlight glinted off his mechanical eye, while the russet one sparked with amusement. His skin was set aglow under the early afternoon rays, and his paler scar stood out more than usual. But your favorite part was his hair—it flooded off his shoulders in a wave of silky fire, tickling your neck when he ran his nose along your jaw.

“Let me thank you properly for the compliment, love,” he smirked. Placing a kiss on your lips, he leaned back on his knees to unbuckle his pants.

You had taken off your panties by the time he was between your thighs and, thankfully, he didn’t waste time teasing you and instead guided his cock to your folds, pushing in with a slow movement. You grabbed his ass to pull him deeper into you until his hips were flush with yours, and then you both began moving.

The familiar drag of his cock was pure bliss, and you drew him in for another kiss, tongues entangling with each other as Lucien picked up the pace. You closed your eyes, letting your teeth sink into your lip when his mouth moved to your neck and his fingers found your clit.

Lucien clicked his tongue. “That won’t do, sunshine.”

He rolled his hips to hit that deep spot inside you, and you did your best to hold back a moan, but he did it again.

“No one will hear you, I promise. Now let me hear your pretty noises.”

It sounded more like a command than a request, and when he thrust deep and hard again and his thumb pressed on your clit, you gave in and let out those little sounds your mate wanted to hear so badly.

“That’s it,” he whispered softly. “Let me hear you.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands holding on to his shoulders while he fucked you in earnest, whimpers and groans falling freely from both of your lips.

The gentle breeze blew your hair in your faces, but neither of you bothered to brush it away, too lost in each other to even notice.

And when you finally reached your orgasm, arching beneath him and crying out his name, Lucien followed suit, releasing deep inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, and you held him close, face buried in his neck as you both tried to catch your breath.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Engine Parts: Tyler Owens x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hunterthecharmer @heylookwhoitis @shakespeareanwannabe

Companion piece to:

The Mechanic - Tyler faces a problem when Boone brings his mechanic ex girlfriend back into the fold.

Rigs -Tyler reflects on history with you

Ford Mustang - Tyler extends an olive branch.

The garage is a minefield of memories for Tyler, everything from the song on the sound system to Ford Mustang you’re still working on because it required ‘extensive restoration’. The thing had barely been more than a shell before he’d helped you tow it home. Now all it needs is a little more work on the engine and a new paint job.

Four years is how long you’d estimated it would take to fix up if the two of you worked on it together. Even then you were thinking in the long term, and it turns out he was too.

It’s why he bought that ring when he was passing through Arkansas, the one with three sapphires embedded in the silver band because he was paranoid that any stone that stuck out would get caught when you were wrist deep in engine parts. He’d carried it around for weeks, waiting for the right moment and then it was gone in the blink of an eye, swept away by the harsh winds of the tornado that almost killed you both. He wonders if anyone ever found it, if his misfortune gave way to someone else’s happiness.

When he sees you working there inside the garage, your upper body tucked under the hood, singing along to Zach Bryan’s ‘Sun To Me’  it takes him back to the weekends you spent teaching him how to take apart an engine. His thoughts slip to the evenings sat on the picnic bench out back, sipping beers and staring up at the stars, the nights he spent tangled up in your sheets, whispering sweet nothings against your skin.

Time hasn’t dulled any of those memories, in fact it’s sharpened them because Tyler re-lives every detail of your relationship when he’s alone those motel rooms. It’s you he thinks of when he looks in the mirror and sees those scars that linger on his own skin, the ones from the rodeo and the ones that came after.

“Sophie.” He says softly so he doesn’t startle you. “Can we talk?”

You don’t say anything as you use that rag to clean your hands. Instead you open the old refrigerator tucked alongside the work bench and take out two beers, snapping off their caps with the magnetic bottle opener, before drift past him and head towards the picnic table around the back. Tyler follows a step behind, the scent of orange blossoms and motor oil flooding his senses.

“You wanted to talk.” You say as you take a seat on the bench. “So talk.”

He doesn’t know what to say as he sits down, there are so many thoughts, so many feelings riling up inside of him, he finds it difficult to articulate. He should outline the program, tell you the work he’s been up to, explain why they need you on this project but being back here, it fucks with him. It brings back everything he’s spent the past three years trying to shove into a box inside his head.

“You left.” He says abruptly as you raise the beer to your lips and you pause before you set it back down and meet his gaze.

“And you didn’t follow.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “I guess there are somethings that just aren’t worth chasing.”

Your words, they eviscerate him. They cut like a knife into his chest, tearing out his insides until all he can feel is the agony spilling out of him.

“Is that what you think?” He asks you, his voice raw with emotion. “That it didn’t mean anything to me, that you didn’t mean anything to me.”

You don’t answer and he understands in that moment that he fucked up back then, that he’s been fucking up ever since.

“Sophie…” He begins, his hand reaching out for yours. “Something awful happened to you, something traumatic and I was responsible for that. I…” He trails off, his eyes stinging as he gropes for the words. “I thought you needed a clean break, away from me, from the Wranglers.”

“I left because I didn’t want to chase anymore.” You tell him as his thumb strokes over the hollow of your wrist. “I needed to come home and recover, I wanted you to come with me, to take some time away from it so we could do that together but…”

“But I needed to face it.” He says quietly. “Because if I hadn’t I would have never gone back.”

“I can’t go back.” You tell him. “If I do this, I can’t chase. I’m happy to work with your crew, maintain the rigs either here or out there but I’m not heading into the storm with you.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” He tells you, squeezing your hand lightly. “You’d be support only, tailoring the rigs to what we need, ensuring that they can function under intense conditions. Those are the only things that I’d ask of you, I promise.”

It’s his sincerity that convinces you, the intensity in his eyes as he studies your features. He’s willing to try to make this work and you guess you can too because the goal here, it’s so much bigger than the both of you. The project he’s apart of, it saved lives a couple of months ago, it’ll do it again with the right equipment.

“No cameras.” You say as you pull away, your fingers slipping out from underneath his. “You can take videos of the rigs, the workshop, the alterations that have been done. I’ll even coach Dani or Boone to explain it but I don’t want to be camera. It’s taken long enough for the people in this town to get used to the way I look, I don’t need it to be a topic of conversation on the internet.”

His jaw clenches as his eyes linger on the scar. To him it’s a symbol of your resilience, your strength. You took on Mother Nature and you lived to tell the tale. It’s only now that he realises how self-conscious you are, how much of your confidence has been stripped away.

“Alright.” He promises you as he takes a sip of his beer. “No cameras.”

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[femboymilkovich]

When we were made It was no accident We were tangled up like branches in a flood I come as a blade A sacred guardian So you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood You've got me in a chokehold

[craftblood]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 . ( nsfw edition. )

RULES: bold which option your prefer (or, in some cases, maybe just hates the least!) out of each of the following pairs .

submissive or dominant?

whips or chains?

handcuffs or shibari?

pillow princess or power bottom?

voyeur or exhibitionist?

blindfolds or spreader bars?

butt plugs or vibrators?

edging or multiple rounds?

knots or ovipositor?

spanking or scratching?

ball gag or muzzle?

strap on or double sided dildo?

one on one or group sex?

vanilla or kinky?

lengthy cocks or girthy cocks? whatever vhaelen's is lol (IM SCREAMING)

small boobs or large boobs?

ass or chests?

thighs or arms?

hot wax or knifeplay?

loud or quiet?

biting or sucking?

collars or piercings?

costumes or lingerie?

laughing & silliness during sex or intensity & power struggle during sex?

fucking a virgin or fucking someone with experience?

face to face or from behind?

phone sex or sexting?

cumming inside or cumming outside?

being filled or bukkake?

dirty talk or degradation?

role play or porn on in the background?

public edging or filming in the bedroom?

condom or bareback?

lube or raw?

video call masturbation or sexy selfies?

blood play or breath play?

face fucking or anal sex?

leather or PVC?

morning sex or evening sex?

clothes on or clothes off?