#and also like low key badass

[spookytreesandspicytea]

Cat is such a queen holy shit. She's is the most chaotic little motherfucker and every time she is in the book it just brightens my day.

[noooooooop-e]

My *nsfw* Meangirls head cannons no one asked for ;)

x Fem! Reader

Characters: Janis Imi’ike, Regina George, Cady Heron, Karen Shetty, Gretchen Weiners.

Janis: Wants so badly to be a top cause she’s “such a bad ass” but is really a power bottom/pillow princess. (still a badass though). She will carry that to her grave. Low key (high key) likes to act like a brat. Will try to gain control but ultimately fold the moment a hand is placed on her waist. Enjoys being treated rough but would never admit it, you could put a gun to her head and she’d just shrug. Degrading kink. Deeply appreciates affectionate aftercare. *cough* masochist *cough* Pet names for her: Love, Hun, Butterfly, Cutie Pie*to annoy her*, shortie *cause of her height not ShAwTy*

Regina: Switch leaning bottom. Has a thing for punishment (wow so surprising). Will challenge and egg her partner on just so she can get the outcome she hopes for. Pet names for her: Reggie, Princess, Darling, Love, Bitch(an inside joke that became real)

Cady: Low key switch *leaning top when paired with janis or regina cause we know*. People pleaser. Can and will use her puppy eyes to get what she wants. Pet names for her: Love, Cutie, Honey, Bee.

Karen: Pillow princess, nothing else makes sense to me. Proud of it too. Very possessive but in a cute way. *like if someone flirts with her girl she will smile then kiss her partners cheek before gushing how much she loves her* Begs all the time even during the most inappropriate times. *She would definitely try to drag her partner away mid conversation* Touch starved. Pet Names for her: Pretty Girl, Karebear, Bub, Love, Sweetie, Princess.

Gretchen: Switch leaning bottom. Also touch starved. Loses it when being held by the waist or sitting in partners lap. Her cute smile and puppy eyes makes her partner fold. Pet names for her: Bebe*wink wink*, Love, Cutie, Babes, Darling, Amor.

[mintartem]

Emily: Adam look what I found in the shipwreck!

Adam: You went there alone? Against Sera’s orders? Badass! What did you get?

This DIYS gave me an AU idea!

The Little Mermaid AU in which Emily wants to go to the surface. Adam, her adoptive older brother, gets caught up in her shenanigans.

Main Characters:

Emily is Sera’s only daughter and Crowned Princess of the Mer-Kingdom of Atlantica. She is low-key jealous of Adam’s freedom and lack of responsibilities. She does love him a lot and sees him as her older brother. She admires Sera a lot and hopes to be as great of a queen as her.

Adam is a family friend’s son whom Sera took in as her ward. Adam’s mom was killed by humans while Adam’s dad died in a battle against a fellow Mer-Kingdom when Adam was a baby. Like Emily, he’s curious, not as curious though. He doesn’t like humans but he doesn’t hate them the way Sera does either. He went to the surface once and saw what he assumes to be a human child flailing in the water and tried to help, only to be scared off by an older human.

Sera is the Queen of Atlantica. She has a huge hatred for humans for killing a lot of their own back then. She fought back by letting the sirens lure them and eat them for their own. Despite Adam being her ward, she sees Adam like her own son and even considers to officially adopt him. She wants Emily to hate humans but didn’t realized that she instead flared her curiosity.

Charlie is the Crowned Princess of the Kingdom of Pride. She is a sweet, kind-hearted, open-minded girl that only wants the best for people and her kingdom. People sometimes calls her crazy because she claims to have seen a mermaid when she was young.

Lucifer is the king of the Kingdom of Pride. Despite still being married, he and his Queen, Lilith, have fallen out of love. He has an obsession with ducks and collecting rare treasures. He sometimes hunts for the mermaid with golden tail who almost drowned his beloved daughter.

Side characters:

Saint Peter/Peter - Emily’s best friend (his role is basically Flounder)

Michael - Adam and Emily’s bodyguard. The one who told Sera about Emily’s secret cave of human collection. To make up to her for tattling, he joins Adam in making sure Emily has a great time in the surface. (He wasn��t there when Emily made a deal with the sea witch). He wants Adam’s hand in marriage.

Lilith - Lucifer’s wife and Charlie’s mother; queen of the kingdom of Pride. Concerned with her husband’s obsession with the mermaid.

Eve/Roo - the Sea Witch whom Emily makes a deal with to get to the surface.

Alastor - Charlie’s trusted butler; head butler of the palace

Husk - head chef (monitored by Alastor of course)

Anthony - one of Charlie’s few friends, one of the castles butlers (jokingly calls himself a maid)

Nifty - head maid of the palace

Vaggie - Charlie’s girlfriend

Sir Pentious & Cherri - two of the most trusted castle guards. Charlie also considers them her friends.

That’s all I have in this AU for now. Do whatever you like with this AU if it inspired you. Will I write a fic with this AU? I don’t think so.

Does this AU intends to ship Adamsapple or Guitarhero? Maybe… maybe not. Who knows?

[vtoriacore]

Yo! It's me! I was wondering if I could request Ruggie, Idia, Riddle, and Malleus with a significant other who fights people for just breathing in their direction. Like Crowley opens his mouth and their already like "SHUT UP!" And throws chairs at people. I think the comedic potential for this is exponential

✧ alla stocatta (this chair)!

note: this is such a funny fucking concept LMFAO😭 gremlin MC agenda has gotta be my fucking fave they have the power to be so unhinged and i live for it also not proofread because it's low-key 12 am BUT. it's readable so-

characters: ruggie, idia, riddle, malleus

people who reblogged here is a special heart and a kith y'all do the most and ily 💞

♡ RUGGIE

ruggie finds it both amusing and kind of intimidating (and kinda hot but he'll die before he admits this yk) how you literally defend his honour (even when it doesn't necessarily need to be defended) but is he complaining? fuck no! 

half the time he is laughing and the other half is him cheering you on and maybe even encouraging you to do something just a little overboard (nothing that will get you into trouble, and if it does he's usually happy to take the blame) 

the first time he witnessed you literally throwing your broom at leona in joint flight class because he wouldn't stop bitching to ruggie was just about the most hilarious fucking thing he's ever seen and oh- there he goes falling off because he couldn't stop laughing (he stops when you catch him and ask if he's okay though - this mf may think he's slick but is literally reduced to a blubbering mess once he finds himself in a position considered a little too intimate with you) 

the second time he saw you trip someone up because they looked at him wrong, and your silly, sly self simply gave them the most unimpressed look you could muster with a "watch where you're going" 

the hyena was too stunned to speak 😮 no but seriously he found that both hilarious (as always) and admirable because holy shit, you did it so nonchalantly and it looked so fucking cool- he questions how he was even able to pull you (dw ruggie, you've got rizz!) 

he absolutely loves when you stand up for him for more serious stuff though, like if someone's insulting him for his status or for having to work etc. because your no-bullshit attitude actually works so well? you just casually throw a chair at the mf even daring to look at him and his heart goes ✨✨✨ all the while he's laughing and cheering you on from the sidelines. 

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♡ IDIA

at first, idia is fucking terrified! bro is borderline crashing because how the fuck did you have the strength to haul that heavy ass cauldron at the person making a snide remark about him? he was going to say he's NEVER coming to class again but after this, he changes his mind so quick

like, you looked so badass doing that? the savannaclaw loser who tried insulting him barely got two words out and you just- oh wow! he just got the "in love" status applied to him again! 

nah but fr he is literally fucking grinning as he stares at the poor, poor fool laying on the ground and is so fucking smug about it too! 

"that was an ez no scope, didn't even have to be 360 lol'

"idia ily but what"

"it's a roundabout way of saying this bozo stood no chance, you pulled up on him too quick lmao"

at first, he is a bit concerned that you might end up in trouble with someone for doing all this but . . . yk, his money speaks for itself and if something does ever happen covering up wouldn't be too hard so he lets you do as you please

this hades-rapunzel secret love child thinks its low-key hot too, but he'll never admit it and he literally turns bright fucking pink anytime he even thinks this. you tried prying the answer out before, but he pulled out his secret trump card - fainting on you so he wouldn't have to say a thing

idia is another mf to absolutely egg you on as you cause some more chaos, it's getting to the point ortho had to warn you of nearly breaking someone's arm before you stopped. idia was just standing there, the most villainous, evil grin to have ever graced his face; "no, no! let them cook!"

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♡ RIDDLE

riddle. fucking. FAINTS! 

he was NOT ready for that strawberry tart to end up lodged down someone's throat as you victoriously shrugged your shoulders with a "what? they had it coming."

"oh great heavens what have you- where is the decorum? what could have possibly compelled you to-" aaaaaaaand man's down!

when he awakes, he's frantically shaking your shoulders and asking why you would even think that nearly suffocating someone (not really, you pushed the tart far enough they could swallow) was appropriate 

but let me tell you, when he hears it was because they've insulted him and brought his mother into it, he low-key feels light headed and oh wow his cheeks are getting pretty warm huh? 

riddle, in his own spiteful way, actually doesn't probe you on this any longer and makes you promise that you won't do this in his vicinity again

you of course, nod along. you won't do it in his vicinity, but will be perfectly fine exacting your revenge straight after he's out of sight

when you actually end up having a . . . a chair duel. yes, he read that right. (he wasn't about to even question how that came about but nontheless) he ends up both impressed at you exploiting a loophole you've found within his statement and at the fact the person you've just beaten (both literally and figuratively) is miserably sitting on the floor apologising for giving riddle the wrong look at 12:34 AM on the 3rd of march. very specific 

riddle doesn't even chastise you for this one, he is exasperated but does actually pull you away from the scene and thanks you for defending him. this time, he makes you promise to resolve your fights for him verbally, but he won't be stopping you from this point on (it's because he doesn't want to and enjoys you standing up for him)

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♡ MALLEUS

the student walking away from malleus makes him feel a bit bad. so naturally, to remedy this, you end up shouting at them! now they're backing away from you instead, isn't this the meaning of true love? (no)

this silly little very capable of looking after himself fae is fucking over the moon! absolutely smitten! completely in love! when you come to defend him and angrily shout at people for not treating him like a being worthy of respect and love.

he low-key debates proposing to you on the spot after you also somehow manage to get a student to apologize to him for fearing him for no good reason! he appreciates the sentiment and you caring for his well being, isn't that basically marriage already? no? he'd like to digress immediately

malleus does get a bit concerned when things get physical, not that he doesn't trust you to take care of yourself or anything but he worries that you might end up hurt. oh, did you think he'd care for the person you're fighting? or you getting in trouble? nah, he could literally BBQ anyone who even dared harm you anyway and if crowley even thought to step in, he'd soon be reconsidering because he doesn't want to end up an elaborate crow dish

however, on the occasion that you do outsmart your opponent (aka the savannaclaw student who just rolled his eyes at the dragon fae) he feels hella proud and is very amused at your antics. i mean, the way you just psychologically destroyed the fool in front of you for their comment on malleus not even being that good at magift is very sure to leave them questioning why they even bothered coming  out the womb for the rest of their life. 

he is another one that finds it low-key 😳😳😳 like damn, did you always look this badass when flipping someone off for even breathing wrong near him? sane thoughts just weren't made for malleus

[soleminisanction]

NGL it bothers me to see Zsdarky's writing described as "out of character" or "the idiot ball" just because -- what, Damian's being written as fallible? Not even evil or malicious, but just capable of making poor decisions based on his own biases and emotional entanglements? And not in a low-key praising, "he's so full of Righteous Anger he just can't help but give into his Passion for Justice," kind of way, but like for real.

Damian's a teenager who feels insecure about his place in the world, and those insecurities are tied strongly to disagreements he has with his father about how they handle their night job. He deals with those insecurities the way a lot of teenagers his age do -- by coming up with reasons why he's actually the specialist and most importantest person who ever lived. It's just that while most kids going through chuunibyo syndrome have to fall back on imaginary ideas of being secretly a wizard or the Chosen One or a magical space princess or a psychic mutant or whatever, Damian clings to his identity as The Son of the Bat, the "Heir Apparent" and, on occasion, the "One True Robin."

So, naturally, when a Batman appears claiming to be his father -- being pretty convincing about it, given that Zur-En-Arrh is essentially Bruce's alter, a fragmented part of his personality -- and starts both agreeing with Damian where they'd clashed before and giving him praise that reinforces that he's the Only One in the family who can be trusted to Do What Needs to Be Done and they Don't Need Anybody Else, of course Damian's going to overlook the obvious red flags and convince himself that everyone else is just Wrong and Jealous and Can't See What He Sees.

He's a kid. He wants his father's praise and attention. He wants to be told that the things he feels are right and just, even when they're not. And Zur-En-Arrh uses all of that to manipulate him, for as long as it can, knowing that, at his heart, Damian is a good enough kid that he will eventually turn against it. And when he did, Zur-En-Arrh was already prepared to discard and replace him.

Falling for that doesn't make Damian stupid, it makes him sympathetic. A lot moreso, to me, than any posturing about his woe-is-me sad childhood that also just happened to make him an unstoppable badass who's good at everything ever could.

[thechaoticdruid]

[This Bites] (1)

Pairing: Astarion x F! Chubby! MC

Plot: Through some mysterious and very miraculous events, a young woman finds herself literally stuck with a character from her current video game obsession. You can guess it already. It's an isekai type fanfic. Except in this case Astarion is stuck in our modern world.  I was gonna call the MC Tav, but since the actual game character Tav is mentioned I just named her Winnie. 

Content Warnings: Death….sorta, An asshole of a stepdad, MC uses She/Her pronouns, eventual smut and sexual content in future parts. Characters may be Ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes are possible. MC has very low self esteem. Depressed MC.

Chapter One: You are here!

Chapter Two: Here!

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“Argh I knew something would go wrong with this game!” The female huffed, staring down at her computer. Her eyes scanned over the error message titled ‘Character not found.’ She gritted her teeth in frustration. “God forbid I try mods….” 

The young woman groaned, shutting her laptop and falling back onto the bed. Apparently after finally installing a cheat mod onto Baldur's Gate 3 the game decided to retaliate and locked her out of her save files. She couldn't even create a new character either! The same ‘Character not found’ message seemed to pop up no matter what she did. The girl’s name was Winnie, a college student in her early twenties who was still living at home. Not too long ago Winnie had gotten the game upon release. She'd played it several times since then and even yet was still able to find some hidden secrets she didn't notice the first time. Honestly this game had really helped with her current state. Life had just been dull and miserable. All her friends had moved on and had their own lives now and she really wasn't the best at making new ones. 

She had a dull boring job, did online writing classes and also had to put up with the asshole her mother married. This game had been a godsend for her these past few months. It gave her an escape. A way to be someone else, at least for a little while anyway. 

Not to mention live out her somewhat cringey teenage girl fantasy of dating a walking red flag of a vampire. In this game she felt important. Like she was some badass heroine who was ready to take on any foe.  Not the shy, scared, awkward woman who she saw in the mirror.

Her cat Maddie broke Winnie from her thoughts as she hopped up onto the bed and crawled onto the young woman's chest. Winnie ran her hand over the cat's thick fluffy black fur.  Maddie gave a small mew before purring noisily and gently kneading her claws into Winnie’s chest.

Winnie sighed, scratching the sides of Maddie's face as she was soothed by the feline’s pur. 

“WINNIE! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!” A gruff male voice shouted from the other room, causing Maddie to jump and scramble off of Winnie and hide under the bed. 

The brunette haired girl sighed and got up, walking out of the room and cautiously stepping down the hall. 

“Yes, Brian?” Winnie spoke up as she entered the kitchen.  She looked over to see her stepfather stumbling about. Brian was a rather large man with short dark hair and beard. He was well….very unpleasant.

“Where are the goddamn car keys?” He growled out. 

“Dunno, I don't drive.” Winnie said calmly as she leaned up against the wall, “mom probably put them somewhere. Check the coffee table by the recliner.” 

Brian stomped off, a tiny tan fluff of a dog following after him.  He grabbed the keys before walking back into the kitchen. 

“I'm going to the store. Keep that stupid cat of yours in your room! It keeps shitting all over the carpet!” 

“I've told you over and over. Maddie only goes in the litter box. It's your dog that keeps making a mess in the house because you don't take him outside when he needs to go.” Winnie rolled her eyes.

“Don't fucking talk back to me! You're lucky your mother lets you stay here, if it was up to me you'd have been kicked out of here a long time ago.”  Brain snapped, making Winnie flinch a little at his tone.  “Now make sure the trash is taken out before I get back.” He said before stomping out the front door and slamming it behind him.  Winnie flinched once again at the loud sound before letting out a sigh and pulling the trash out of the can despite the fact that she distinctly remembered her mother telling Brian to take it out this morning. 

Winnie took out the trash before coming back inside heading back to her room. Her eyes scanned over her laptop as Maddie crawled out from under the bed.  She walked back over and opened the device, logging herself on before attempting to open her game back up.

[Character not found.]

Winnie groaned before filling out a bug report and then putting her computer up. She needed to get ready and go to work anyway. 

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A few days had passed and nothing seemed to work. Winnie had disabled and deleted all the mods, sent in about a dozen but reports and still nothing. The only thing left she could try now was uninstalling the game and then reinstalling it. 

Winnie sat on the bed waiting patiently for the game to download though she knew it would at least take an hour. She pulled out her cellphone, noticing a text from her mother. The message was informing Winnie that Brian and her mom wouldn't be home until late tonight. At least this meant she'd have plenty of peace and quiet in the meantime. The young woman spread out on her bed, stretching her limbs before slowly closing her eyes, resting lazily.

Time passed as she slowly dozed off…Eventually she was awoken by the sound of beeping? It was some strange noise that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She quickly looked over to her laptop and her eyes widened as she noticed it seemed to be going crazy. Blinking and beeping.

“What the fuck!?” She exclaimed, grasping her computer and frantically clicking the mousepad. 

Then the screen went black before seemingly returning to the home screen. However, everything on the computer was gone save for one shortcut. Baldur's Gate 3.

The game’s shortcut sat in the very center of the computer, practically screaming at Winnie to click on it. She clicked it and the game opened up. 

Everything seemed to go as normal up until the title screen.  Winnie’s eyes widened in shock as she noticed all of the menu options were gone aside from (New Game).  She raised an eyebrow before clicking on the only option available and waiting as the opening cinematic played. Everything continued as it usually did. Winnie created her Tav, a human druid with an urchin background, then proceeded to hop into the game. 

Winnie did a bit of a speed run, moving through the Nautiloid as quickly as she could. She recruited Us, Lae'zel and freed Shadowheart before reaching the helm and crashing the ship.

Upon reaching the ravaged beach was when things began to get strange. 

The game buffered and blinked a bit, skipping the scene where Tav would check themselves out followed by some voiced narration. Tav was kinda just there on the beach. 

“Oh God. The game is glitching….” Winnie whined. She sighed in annoyance before clicking on the ground where she wanted Tav to walk. Winnie REALLY did not feel like uninstalling the game and waiting another hour to try again so she decided she'd play for as long as the game would allow.  Winnie had Tav wander over towards where Shadowheart would normally be laying after crash, only to find an empty space where the half elf should be.  Winnie groaned assuming it was another glitch before continuing on along the beach. While most things were there like the dead bodies and the intellect devourer enemies, Winnie did not see any sign of Shadowheart at all. Not even near the ruins where she'd be if she wasn't rescued by the player.  Winnie decided to quickly go and look for the other characters, sneaking her way past the little brain creatures and moving down the path where Astarion, the elven rogue companion, would be waiting to ambush the player.  He was Winnie’s favorite. She had a soft spot for sassy morally grey characters with tragic backstories. And he was also secretly a vampire to boot which just added to the appeal.  Winnie had her Tav approach the area before she let out a sigh of relief seeing as the vampiric elf was in his starting area shouting for help like normal. At least the game wasn't completely broken.

“Hurry I've got one of those brain things cornered.” Astarion’s dialogue began as soon as Tav got close enough to interact with him.  “There in the grass, you can kill it can't you? Like you killed the others?” 

“Uh….I kinda actually didn't kill any of them…Heheh.” Winnie chuckled before dragging her mouse over the dialogue choices.

1. [Easily, stand back.]

2. Kill it yourself. You seem capable.

3. Leave

Winnie clicked on choice 1 before her Tav walked over to check the tall grass for the intellect devourer that was actually non-existent. 

Instead a wild boar leapt from the grass and made Tav jump in surprise, giving Astarion the perfect opportunity to strike. He pinned the druid to the ground, pressing a dagger to her neck.

“Shhh…Shhh….Not a sound…Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” The vampire practically purred out.  Winnie blushed, a shiver going down her spine. There was a reason she always found herself choosing the elven vampire as her character’s love interest. Initially when she first got the game she felt he came off as a pompous prick (which he is) but damn he was so fucking seductive. It drove Winnie absolutely mad. Not to mention it helped given he had sweet delicious character development later on in his story and actually could be kind of a sweetheart… To the player at least.  

The romance in this game had to be Winnie’s favorite aspect of it. She was very romantically inexperienced to say the least and this just added to what made the game her perfect escape from reality. It made her feel like someone actually liked her. Winnie prepared to select the next dialogue choice when suddenly she noticed they had changed. 

1. [……….]

2. ………..

3. ……….

4. ……….

She looked up and saw a smirk form on Astarion's lips, his eyes appeared as if he was staring back at Winnie from through the screen. Before she could speak Astarion slit Tav's throat and let them drop onto the ground.

“What. The. Fuck.” The brunette haired female went pale as she stared at her computer screen. Astarion sighed in what sounded like relief?

“Finally, we've done that old song and dance so many times! The novelty has completely worn off.” He stretched out his arms, before wiping his dagger on the ground. “It feels so invigorating to try something new, wouldn't you agree?” 

“Uhh…..What's going on?” Winnie asked aloud. She was shaking a bit in both confusion and a little fear.  Her character was kinda just laying on the ground dead…and Astarion was talking….to her!?

“Oh dear, it seems I've gone and frightened you. Ahaha!” Astarion chuckled before appearing to move closer to the screen, even going so far to place his hand on it…

“Hello darling…”

[winterillustrates]

WHAT YOUR FAV TWST CHARACTER SAYS ABT YOU!! (CRACK VERSION)

Ace: I'd hate you (/affectionately).

Deuce: I'd propose to your mom.

Cater: You need hugs. And followers.

Trey: You're as sweet as the cakes he makes. Also, you're his dentist.

Riddle: Mother issues. Same.

Leona: You have that one sibling you hate and one you pretend to hate.

Ruggie: You'd rob me and I'd call it our 'meet cute'.

Jack: I'd imitate you to look cool, ngl.

Azul: "Shady businessman/woman/enby? That has got to be my favorite genre." looking ass and I'd never judge you for that.

Jade: I'd bring you peace offerings almost everyday.

Floyd: You owe me a 150,000 worded essay on why and how your standards dropped so low.

Kalim: You want to be as optimistic as him, and you honestly deserve more credit for it. Plus, you cry yourself to sleep while hugging his plushie, cause it feels like he's crying with you. He probably is.

Jamil: I owe you a 300,000 worded essay on why he's the best, and I'd better get an agreement for each paragraph.

Vil: You love breaking gender norms and you hardly ever flop. You make long winded essays on character designs or "Ooh, shiny". No in-between. Also, you memorized his last name.

Rook: You kinda freaky and into yanderes. I'm into yanderes, but I hate this dude, so idk. I'd definitely say "I know what you are" to you, and you'd be thinking "She thinks I'm gay/bi/queer" and I'd be thinking "They're a serial killer".

Epel: You love the "Innocent girl who's a spawn of satan" and probably are one, yourself.

Idia: You "win" online arguments by doxing. That and your fav brother from Obey Me is Leviathan. Don't lie to me.

Ortho: You've always wanted a robotic younger brother!

Malleus: You're the majority. Congrats. (Also you have abandonment issues and ship MalYuu. Not that I can blame you, honestly).

Lilia: You say, "Ow, my hip hurts" then does the latest tik tok dance, no sweat.

Silver: You liked the mystery shrouding him. Plus, you love the found family trope.

Sebek: You see through his loud demeanor and really like his loyalty to his friends that aren't Malleus.

Yuu: You love yourself and I love you. <3

Grim: You're a snitch.

Sam: You are waiting for him to sing "Friends On The Other Side". You watched that one animatic by Laizyboy?? (Remind me the name)

Vargas: You actually thought eating raw eggs would make you strong. ... LOL. Jk. You ARE Vargas. I'm sorry, but how did he get THAT high in 2024 popularity polls?!?

Crewel: You have good taste. Might also be into getting praised.

Trien: VALID. YOU WANT A GRANDFATHER IN YOUR LIFE, RN.

Lucifer (^'s cat): Hello..............IDIA SHROUD.

Crowley: You are someone who wishes they could escape from their responsibilities as much as him. "He's a deadbeat, but he's a funny one."

Chenya: You like characters that are on crack.

Rielle: I...-- Is that even a character, dude?

Neige: You're the minority. Congrats. (Also, you are so confused abt the hate Neige receives)

Rollo: CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, you aren't strictly religious. You also hate the double standards he's shown. And you think he looks actually kinda cute.

Fellow: You love seeing NRC boys get reckted.

Gidel: You think he's the cutest character in Disney. No one can/wants to change your mind.

Skully: You convinced him to skip the mandatory, "Twisted Wonderland is NOT an otome game".

Najma: You love fem!Jamil. Plus, you are the younger sibling that is secretly a little demon. As an older sibling, I'm sorry, but I will expose you at the slightest chance.

Dilia (Deuce's Mom): You're one of those people that Captain Man from Henry Danger was inspired from.

Marja (Epel’s granmama. Thx, https://www.tumblr.com/gremlinvapor): As a Marja lover, you love your grandmother and love hearing stories about her! And your grandma is low key a badass.

SCARABIA STUDENT B: W...who... who are you? Waiting until the ending for this guy. ... Idek what to say, honestly...

Mickey Mouse (Thx, https://www.tumblr.com/gremlinvapor): I’m the Donald to your Mickey. And you are probably so popular. Oh, you are also a cheap stake who fakes to like change, but actually despises it. You only like twst to be ‘woke’, but you don’t even like the characters or talk abt them.

(THIS WAS A JOKE. IF YOU ACTUALLY RELATE TO THESE RANDOM THOUGHTS I TYPED, THEN WOW I AM SHOCKED. Seriously, Idc who's your favorite, and I was not trying to discriminate or anything.

I tried to include all characters I could think of atm, but you are free to request more and I'll shove them in! These aren't even my opinions, I'm just tryna be entertaining.

If you'd like, guess my favorite(s)!

If I misspelt some characters names, I'm sorry and please politely correct me, thank you.)

[writingfool001]

Male S/O With Fangs

Authors Note: I tried to make it male, but I always just end up using You/your in the end so I made sure to try to add snippets of male reader in it

Request: Yes by @ghostsquid666

Pairing: Riddle, Kalim, and Deuce x Male!reader 

Warning: Male Reader, established relationship, Other version: S/O with Fangs

Riddle 

He noticed that his boyfriend was being quieter than usual and occasionally groaning/hissing a little in pain. 

It would eat at him before asking if you were okay or he would be patient before you tell him

That or eventually see them when you eat something.

Would offer if you wanted a face mask to hide them.

Would make sure your fangs weren't knocking the inside of your mouth.

Delivered a toothbrush set from Trey because Riddle tried asking him for suggestions of how to make your situation easier.

He would give you gum or something to chew on if you had the urge to bite something.

Tried not to stare whenever you would expose your fangs whenever you ate or yawned.

He’s broken if you give him a full on smile.

Red tomato, long time to recover.

Deuce

Apologizing for being part of the reason why you had them in the first place.

He comforted you if you felt insecure about them.

He would fight anyone who picked on you for your temporary fangs.

Low-key admitting how badass his boyfriend looked with them.

Internally panicking whenever you give him a little fanged smile.

Would ask if you’re okay or you’ve nicked your mouth.

He always had some gum or something for you to chew on.

Low key scared when you tore through your food so easily.

Would kick Ace’s ass if he made fun of you for having to wear a muzzle so then you wouldn’t bite anyone.

Also would deliver a toothbrush set from Trey because he respects and takes wisdom from an upperclassman he trusts.

Kalim

He would still want kisses and would pout a bit when you denied making out to not knick his lip. (Also to not piss Jamil off)

He would accept all the cheek kisses and regular pecks.

Didn't understand why some students ran off occasionally.

That was when you would flash them to tell people to go away silently which gave Jamil some peace.

His brightness goes up when you smile.

Competition with the sun ngl

Make sure you ate and would understand if you wanted privacy while eating.

He would eat with you so then you were not completely lonely.

Tell you that your fangs reminded him of a venomous snake.

Also told you that you look like a tiger whenever you yawn.

He’s trying here.

[cc-tinslebee]

currently experiencing JJK and Brooklyn 99 brainrot at the same so

JJK B99 au time baby

Welcome to the 66th precinct!

Gojo is the police precinct’s captain, and Nanami is the Sergeant overseeing them. They went to the police academy together :3

Shoko and Suguru also went to the academy with them. Shoko eventually decided she didn’t want to peruse it, and cheated her way through medical school. She’s a doctor at a nearby hospital. Suguru… they don’t like to talk about.

Yuji’s the Jake Peralta type, golden retriever, wanted to be a cop because of action movies, comes up with elaborate personas when he goes undercover

Megumi and Maki are both kinda Rosa Diaz. Steely badasses who have hidden soft spots that are volatile when touched

Nobara’s DEFINITELY Gina if she were a cop, judgmental and opinionated, but easily controls the room. She manages (bullies) other sectors

Yuuta and Maki as Jake and Amy <33 Maki makes up petty little competitions with him and he couldn’t be more in love (DETECTIVE MAKI OKKOTSU EVERYONE)

Panda 100% pulls a Charles Boyle and has a ten year matchmaking plan that pre-dates Yuuta joining the precinct by like. three years

Toge’s def still the precinct prankster, and always develops elaborate covers with Yuji :3

dunno where Kirara and Hakari are but they’re definitely floating around somewhere

(the idea of the Kyoto students being a different precinct is good but hear me out: they’re firefighters that they constantly beef with)

Junpei as Doug Judy‼️ except he’s a troubled young adult who keeps on crossing paths with Detective Yuji Itadori, who simultaneously tries to befriend Junpei while insisting that he’s his arch-nemesis

Choso as Pimento where he was undercover for so long that he low-key forgot how to be a normal person/detective

Jogo as a prolific serial arsonist, that is all

Mahito and Kenjaku are the worst of the criminals they’ve dealt with. Both prolific serial killers who enjoy maiming people a la Silence of the Lambs

Kenjaku is still Choso and Yuji’s mom/dad, and is a deadbeat with a bunch of kids all over like Papa Peralta

[majorproblems77]

Sacred Realm updated which means im actually so excited to be making this omg

Hi there Sacred Realm fans! :D

It is I, the one who makes the analysis posts on various comics on the internet. (With permission course) Because I love doing them and they bring me joy.

If you are unaware of what Sacred Realm is, it's a Legend of Zelda AU about a new Link who gets a little medallion that makes him a badass, also it can hold the spirits of heroes from across the realms (Including my fave boy ever okay)

Before I begin, I'll get the important stuff done, This is done with permission from @zelda-the-sacred-realm, and all art from the comics belongs to the comic artist. Please do me a favour and go and check it out because it's a wonderful comic and extremely well-drawn and written.

Now, grab some popcorn, and a drink and please enjoy me rambling about a comic that I enjoy so much. :D

Lets begin!

First, some sass

Damn, possessed Link got a mouth on him. Low key I love him, he looks like he could go for round two like right now. Wouldn't be surprised if he went for the hero of time next.

My eyebrows shot up at this.

Time KNOW's

let me repeat that

TIME KNOWS. HE KNOWS WHATEVER IS IN THE MEDALLION CAUSING THIS.

(More on this later)

He knows he knows he knows he knows he knows

I can hear the mocking voice of Link while he is saying this. Time has experience with this particular entity before.

Okay, so here is when it gets interesting.

Possessed Link or this entity I suppose, referring to Time and in turn Hylians as 'Your Race' Tells me a couple of things.

This thing in the medallion isn't a Hylian spirit. So as much and as fun as a dark link theory is, I dont think it could be.

Time arguing that we're not perfect, again referring to Hylians sounds very much like an "I'm speaking with a god speech"

I present my theory on what is in the medallion.

An extra spirit, a god of some description, from the spirit realm. Out to get revenge on Hylians.

Time has been to the spirit realm, in his games. (I am under the assumption that those still occur in this canon please do correct me if I'm wrong here.)

I'm convinced that this thing in the medallion is a deity of some kind because of the eye colour. I can't get over it.

This style of blue, with no pupils.

We've seen it before.

On Hylia.

From Chapter 2 fate PT2

And here is the first time we see it on Link for comparison, With Sky's alongside him for comparison for what Hylian eyes look like.

From Chapter 2 Fate PT3

The colour isn't exact so it can't be Hylia herself I dont think, but, i believe that there is a spirit trying to escape the sacred realm and is using Link to do it.

Okay, enough of my conspiracy theories moving on!

Link you gotta wake up!

Sky thinks so, I love the coloured speech bubble, what a good idea.

OH BOY I LOVE THESE PANELS

You know those scenes in video games when you're fighting off something that's trying to possess you and you have that ominous-sounding echo that seems to reverberate through your head. But is also muffled at the same time?

(If I find a game example I'll link it)

This. Put that noise you think off over this.

KICK ITS BUTT LINK GET IT, GET BACK IN HERE.

These five panels tell so much when it comes to how much effort Link has to go through to fight off the medallion possession. I wonder if its going to be easier or harder for him to fight it off as he gains spirits in the medallion.

You can really feel his struggle and I just love it. The visual storytelling is incredible in this comic and I will fan girl about it all day because I just love it so much

I'm thinking he says this to gauge just how bad this possession is. time seems like the guy who would, especially as he already seems to know what this is.

I wonder if he really is the hero of realms?

Yes, Time. Yes, he is.

The face he dosent remember any time he's possessed by the medallion is a little worrying.

Makes me think that could be used later.

Like, Link dosent remember fighting this ice comet now. What if he fights an enemy while possessed, breaks the possession then has to relearn how to defeat it because as possessed link he's not gained any information.

Man Link is a cinnamon roll sometimes and I love him dearly okay.

Alrighty, thats me finished with my rambling. Thank you so much for sticking with me through this! And thanks again to @zelda-the-sacred-realm for the permission to do these i really appreciate it.

Please please go and check out the rest of the comic if you haven't it's amazing :D

Thats me finished for this chapter, so I'll be headed out!

Hope you have a wonderful day! :D

[iamzer0]

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𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚊, 𝙶𝚘𝚗, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚎 (𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍)

The phantom troupe is certainly an interesting mix of crazed individuals. All insane in their own way. The guy named Nobunaga wanted y’all to join them, honestly you were just happy you weren’t going to die.

Gon and Killua were pissed at not only the phantom troupe but also themselves, how could they be so stupid and get caught like that.

Meanwhile you met most of the group minus their boss. You thought Shalnark was kinda scary not only with the whole killing your aunt thing, but also because you felt this underlining malice in his voice when he spoke. You thought Machi was chill, she was cool and was against Feitan when he suggested killing y’all.

You thought Pakunoda was low key really cool in your eyes she seemed badass. You thought Phinks was annoying he kept trying to talk to you. You thought that Feitan, well is Feitan he is cold to you. He acts like you are a nuisance but he keeps staring at you it’s weird.

Shinzuku and Franklin were alright they didn’t really talk to you but they kinda seemed nice.

Let’s fast forward a little bit, Nobunaga had you and the boys in a room in their hideout. He was waiting for his boss to get back so he could approach the idea of adding y’all to the group.

Don’t think that your plan to escape them still isn’t happening, the phantom troupe kidnapping y’all was a momentary set back. Your plan was still in motion. So there you were clinging to Killua curled to his side, for the first time this was your choice.

To escape you needed to play into their delusions that you are their helpless little sibling. So you tried your best to seem like you actually tolerated them.

Gon and Killua eventually started arguing, they made up and with you on Gons back they charged at Nobunaga. Last second they turned and broke down the walls, escaping. Smart you would give them that. (This is where I change the original plot a little)

As they were running also happened to be the time Chrollo, Shalnark, Machi, Phinks, and Feitan happens to be coming back. Y’all ran right past them as they turned the corner.

Y’all were close to the fence that fenced of their hideout from the rest of the world. Panic overcame you if the boys successfully escaped which they were you. Would be trapped yet again, screw my plan you thought you were going to escape NOW.

So you started to thrash around on Gons back he tried to hold on to you. As he jumped up to hop the fence you jumped back pushing his back with your feet hard. You flipped off his back and instead of landing over the fence like you hoped, you landed right into Shalnark.

“FUCK”, you said angrily. In your rashness you had forgotten that the frickin phantom troupe was right behind you.

He caught you hoisting you up by your armpits like you were a cat. When you finally got your since back you started thrashing. “NO NO THIS ISNT WHAT I WAS TRYING TO DO” you yelled, but he just held you tighter.

The boys were frozen, what do they do? Should they try and save you? I mean the ficken phantom troupe had you literally in their arms. They were too powerful for the boys to beat. So they ran, they would save you. What kind of big brothers would they be if they didn’t?

They walked you back to their hideout, except they wouldn’t let you walk you were held rather tightly by Shalnark to prevent you from moving.

You thought about activating your nen but you had heard from a friend of a friend that their boss Chrollo could steal Nen abilities and you didn’t want to find out if those were just rumors or not.

Honestly you were so fucking tired why was life doing this to you?

You officially believed you were cursed, you wanna know why. Because the fucking phantom troupe were becoming like Killua and Gon sorta at least that’s one of your theories, or they’re just lunatics.

You talked with their boss Chrollo he was actually kind of nice to you. Although he treated you like you were younger it was refreshing to not be treated like you weren’t made of porcelain.

It was the rest of the troupe that were starting to treat you like the boys did and you had no idea why. It was mainly Shalnark and Phinks.

“So what do you want from me?” You asked putting your head in your hand, despite your situation you were insanely bored.

“To talk, you know the chain user don’t you?” He asked speaking slowing as if to make sure you heard and understood every word. “For the last time no I don’t know who you’re talking about. I know your goonies went through Killuas brain but I am not Killua. I don’t know who you are talking about” you said making sure to say Goonies extra loud so the whole troupe heard you. At this point you didn’t care if you made enemies.

Chrollo looked at your eyes intensely as if to catch you in a lie. You stared back equally as intense, no longer caring what happens to you.

You and Chrollo talked more, eventually you were in the center of the whole troupe they were conversing with their boss. You occasionally butted in when it was relevant to you.

Pakunoda was ordered to make sure you really didn’t know the chain user. She walked over and put a hand one your head, looking through your memories. She stopped took her hand off your head and just stared at you with wide eyes like she say something she wasn’t supposed to.

You didn’t understand, did you live through something that involved them. You couldn’t have the only on you have history which is Shalnark.

She paused before turning to look at her boss saying that you didn’t know the chain user. She followed up with saying “this child is….. i-important” she said stuttering. The troupe looked at her strangely

“Their memories, were run of the mill but it’s just that there’s something up with her something strange she isn’t telling us she knows something” Pakunoda said sounding unsure.

“What could I possibly be hiding?” You asked now angry. “I just wanna go home can I please just leave?” You said tired.

They didn’t let you leave instead they held you there because you were “suspicious” or whatever you didn’t care you were so tired of everyone.

They started acting weird like the boys, ‘fuck fuck fuck’ you thought when you realized that they were becoming scarily attached to you.

They smothered you with affection (mostly Shalnark) and talking. They became weirdly protective even Feitan was becoming possessive. It was like a virus spreading to the people you talked to.

Machi was more protective towards you. When she had to watch you see kept you close tho her side, when you strayed she would literally pull you too her and pushed you against her side.

Shalnark was always with you talking he even started talking and acting like you were his fricken child!

Hisoka just sorta stared at you but his eyes spoke a thousand words.

Phinks on the other hand was trying to get you to warm up to him. News flash it didn’t work. Feitan surprisingly became a sort of breath of fresh air. Whenever you were with him he didn’t talk just stared. It was scary but at least he wasn’t being clingy like the rest of them.

They were soft with you it felt weird and out of character for them. But seeing how the boys suddenly started acting with you nothing was impossible.

That’s all for today Part 4 tomorrow! Love u all drink lots of water! Bye bye! (All parts are on my page)༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ

[thatrandomidiot182]

GUYYSSSS GUYSSSS HEAR ME OUT...

HOTD Scream au!

Aegon and Aemond are Ghostface, as that's the thought that started all of this...

Aegon would obviously be the Stu of the duo, treating it like a game and being overly enthusiastic and such. He'd get really frustrated with Aemond though for always being on his ass about being clean and careful, and I can see that causing problems for the duo in the future...

Anyway, Aemond would be Billy. Now, obviously, he's not as charming as Billy, but he's equally as conniving and has one hell of a poker face so I can see it. Despite him being the #1 suspect when it came out that the murderer was a student, because of his school shooter vibes, he somehow managed to talk his way around it.

Sweet little Helaena is the more relaxed, less social Tatum, who, although NOT dating her brother, is equally as close with him. Aegon treats her like one would a puppy, constantly doting on her and gushing about his cute baby sister.

Yeah, sister complex is real with that one.

Jace would be this au's version of Dewey, although he's not an officer, just the son of one (Harwin). Honestly, he's just a nosey high-school student who has far too much free time and unlimited access to the towns crime records. Once the Ghostface murders started happening he jumped on the chance to investigate and began snooping around the school, somehow not at all including his uncles in his list of suspects... (low-key stiles stilinski vibes)

Luke is Randy. Enough said lol. He's the one who convinced Jace to start looking into the case himself bc Harwin wouldn't listen to his horror movie nerd ramblings that he claimed were 'leads.'

Now, as for Sydney, I think the most fitting character for her would be Rhaena. Not only is she dating Luke (Corlys + Rhaenys, Vis and Daemon were all just super close friends, not actually related) which could cause a reverse Billy + Sydney and Randy situation, but she's also smart and a little youthfully naive, so she'd be more susceptible to believing Aemond and Aegons lies... I can see her being final girl.

Baela is Gale. It just makes sense. She's stubborn, strong, and badass and would absolutely work with Jace to uncover the Ghostface in order to post the story in the school newspaper and make her debut as a real reporter.

Just wanted to share my brainrot <3

[emisprocrastinatingbywriting]

Alone and Forsaken

Chapter 9 Summary:

For months Joel Miller had become your safe haven. His presence in your life seemed to be guaranteed, especially with the fresh mark on your neck. When reality comes knocking, how will you cope without the person that had saved you in so many ways? Will you let the past trample you or will you be strong enough to overcome it?

Warnings: Past Trauma, Violence Inflicted By & On Reader, Threats, Angst, Reader Needs a Hug, Or Maybe She Just Needs to Kill Paul, Perhaps Both, Near Death Experience, Reader is Low-key a Badass Though, Reader Misses Joel.

A/N:

Hello y'all! Welcome back, I hope you guys have been doing good. This chapter is from the reader's perspective and starts off right where we left her cleaning up in the kitchen after Joel leaves for the river. Major warning for violence in this chapter, we love our feral queen. Also, given the overall shittyness of Paul's group, there are some threats towards her that imply SA but nothing actually happens. If the violence or those types of threats bother you, as always protect your own sanity please!

Chapter 9/20

The words widened the goofy grin on your face as you scrubbed the bowls from breakfast. Joel loved you. The idea of it made your insides warm and gooey.  

Chapter 9: Separated Pt.2

“Love you too honey.” 

The man that had carried you from the riverbank and tried to pawn you off on a distant brother had changed remarkably. Since the first day, he slowly transformed into the sappy alpha that had opened himself up for you despite the pain it caused him and then slapped your ass before he left for the river. He was somehow simultaneously a complicated and uncomplicated person. His past was enough to bring anyone to their knees but Joel wasn’t just anyone. 

Joel was a father of not one, but two girls that had died. You tried to imagine what that loss might feel like but were unable to. It seemed too big, too awful to comprehend. Even worse, for years after he had tormented himself with his perceived failure to protect them. It made you want to cry. A knot grew in your throat as you thought about him breaking down amidst wreckage in the previously locked room. 

You knew that talking about it had scared him at first but afterwards, you could’ve sworn a light had returned to his eyes. With the truth of his past revealed, you realized that that was what he had needed all along. He needed their memory to live on but wasn’t strong enough to let the words flow. Maybe that was your job, to break down his walls so that he could finally speak about his grief. 

A distant memory arose from the recesses of your mind. You remembered how your father’s mother had died a few months before the outbreak. Bits of your life before the outbreak flashed behind your eyelids as you strained to remember how the family you had mostly forgotten about handled it. You remembered foreign words chanted by your father and his siblings over a grave, mixed with days spent sitting in lowered chairs. You remembered how your father’s unruly frizz had been pushed back with product as he crouched down in front of you and explained that it was okay to be sad, but that she would live on through your memories. 

Childish confusion had filled you at his reassurance. Little fingers tossed dirt on to her casket after it was lowered but there was no sadness, just the inability to comprehend what had even happened to begin with. Perhaps you were too young to understand what the situation and its sentiments meant but the memory presented itself clearly now. 

If Joel kept talking, if he held the memories close without letting them swallow him, maybe one day they wouldn’t hurt him as badly. Perhaps in time, Joel’s heart would heal. He was your mate, which meant it was your job to soothe the storm that raged within him. The instinctual need to calm his heightened nerves was overwhelming but you took it all in stride. It was comforting to know that Joel needed you as much as you needed him. 

This was what you were for, to protect him in a way that he didn’t know that he needed. Joel loved you, despite the parts of him that were steeped in stifling grief. The least you could do was ease his self inflicted torture by allowing him to grieve properly. 

Plus, he had to deal with it sooner rather than later as you were under no allusions about what the future held for the both of you. An alpha could only knot his mate so many times before reality came knocking. The last thing either of you needed was Joel having a nervous breakdown when it did. The future didn’t scare you as it once did but you knew that your mate would need more reassurance that the sky wouldn’t fall again. 

The sound of the door opening pulled you from your plans and you placed the last of the dishes on the rack. A smile crept up on your face as heavy footfalls clomped towards the kitchen. Biting down on your lip, you tried to keep it cool as Joel neared. 

“That was quick baby, did you even get the water?” you teased. 

No response came from your mate and you rolled your eyes. You imagined Joel behind you, leaned up against the frame of the door with his arms crossed as his eyes raked over your frame. The trademark scowl would be plastered over his lined face but you knew that the melted pools of chocolate would give him up immediately if you looked. His eyes were your favorite part of his body. Well, one of them at least. 

“If you wanted me to come with you, you could’ve asked. Didn’t have to speedrun through your chores for me.” 

Again, nothing came from your mate. His scent remained distant, like he was still miles away, but you shrugged it off. Maybe it had rained while you were still locked in your thoughts about your grandmother’s funeral and plans for the future. 

You imagined how Joel’s ruggedly handsome face would crack open with a quirk of his lips when you turned. He was so easy to predict but you loved it. The warmth of his gaze was worth every other thing that you had been through in your life and it always would be. Utterly lovestruck at the thought of him, you whirled around excitedly to greet him. Only it wasn’t Joel that leaned against the doorframe. 

The scene before you was bastardized and revolting. How dare he stand in the place where your mate was supposed to be. How dare he show his face in the home that the two of you shared.  

Fear was what he had expected from you, that much you could see as the surprise at your lack of response forced his mouth wide open for a second before he snapped it shut. There was no fear. All you felt was a frenzied rage coupled with a burning sensation at the back of your throat from the muted scent of maple that radiated off of him. You could’ve barfed as it coated the inside of your nose. You had hoped to never smell it again. 

“Paul.” 

The alpha cracked a grin that didn’t reach his frosty gaze and you sighed. Looking at Paul, you suddenly felt older than you had in years. It was like a bully from childhood had returned to yank at your pigtails once more. Except now time had passed and his presence sucked all of the energy from your body, leaving you exhausted at the very sight of him. 

“Waiting for someone Angel?” Paul teased. 

Bitter contempt brought a litany of insults to the tip of your tongue but you swallowed them down. You tried to look around him towards the open door. There was comfort in the knowledge that Joel would come back soon and Paul wouldn’t stand a chance. The older alpha could tear him in half without breaking a sweat. 

“He’s not coming but don’t worry, he’s alive, Figured I’d take him as a souvenir for now. Who knows, maybe he’ll be fun for the guys. They like to place bets on who will last the longest,” Paul sneered.  

Joel was gone? No, that couldn’t be. He was supposed to come back. You needed him back. Panic flared up inside of you as you spiraled with all of the possibilities. Was Joel hurt? Was he scared? The anxieties piled atop of one another until tears fell from your eyes. You felt lonely. It was unlike the loneliness you had felt when Joel had ignored your advances. That had been manageable due to his proximity. 

As the tears dried on your face, you realized that this time you really were completely alone and it was due to the man that maniacally cackled in front of you. Deep rage spread from your chest, lighting every nerve ending on fire and tensing all the muscles in your body. The anger boiled over before you could stop it and an explosion of threats poured from your lips. 

“If you hurt him, I will fucking kill all of you. Do you get that? Or are you THAT dense? If you even think about hurting him, you’re going to die. He is MINE, do you understand that? MINE!,” you growled. 

Possessiveness was not something you had ever been known for until Joel Miller waltzed into your life. Or rather, until you waltzed into his. It shocked Paul. He had expected a version of you that no longer existed. A little girl who was made to pray and obey a wicked stepfather. A dutiful wife who was forced down the aisle by circumstance. A contemptuous omega who needed to be broken by a lengthy stay in the pit. 

The fact Paul didn’t know you anymore was a victory. He knew the innocent kid that he had preyed upon and the broken shell of an omega that he had tried to control. You weren’t either of those people anymore. Not since the infected had torn you from your friends and you had stumbled through the forest for days. Not since Joel Miller had provided a safe space for you to rebuild yourself into a stronger, more self confident version of you. Paul didn’t know who you were and never would again. You relished in that. 

The gruesome beast that had haunted your dreams had been shrunk down before your eyes. All that remained was a weak man who stood in the way of the one person who you had claimed as your own. 

“Look who's all grown up now. Did the old man teach you some things? Sure smells like he did,” Paul said as he sniffed at the air. 

You tried not to gag as he stepped closer, trying to get a whiff of your scent mixed with Joel’s. It felt perverted for Paul to ever have a part of your mate and you glared at him.

His teeth were clenched as he spat out, “Shame that the bastard was stupid enough to take the one thing that was MINE.”  

The fact that Paul thought you were his property only disgusted you more but you remained stoic in the face of his taunts.  

“And what was that?,” you goaded, already knowing the answer. 

You knew this game. Paul was trying to rile you up and throw you off so that he could strike but you saw through it. All you needed was for him to take the bait and he did. As he moved closer to your place at the sink, one of your hands slowly inched towards the knife that poked out from the drying rack and grasped the handle. He didn’t even notice, too busy staring at your curves as he approached. 

Fucking idiot, you thought. 

When Paul’s head lurched back in a dramatic cackle, you slipped the knife into the sleeve of Joel’s flannel. You refused to be afraid any longer, despite the fact that he had been one of the villains in your life for years. But that was the thing about monsters; only little kids feared them. You had grown, making the display in front of you nothing but more than fuel to add to the fire. The blade dug into your palm. All you needed was an opening.  

“You.” 

And that was it. At the base of all of Paul’s desperation was this sick fantasy that he had harbored for years about owning you. He wanted to tie you down, to keep you shackled to him for the rest of your life. There was no love involved in his need for domination. It wasn’t a bond that Paul craved from you anymore, not with Joel’s teeth indented on your neck. In fact, it had never been about claiming you as his mate. 

This was about control.

An explosion of emotions pushed you from the sink and towards the alpha. Grief, desperation, sadness, and above all else, anger, quickened your heartbeat. You were tired of it, of everyone trying to tell you how to live and forcing you into some predestined mold. 

The only person who seemed to understand who you really were anymore was Joel. He truly was your perfect match and he was somewhere in need because of Paul. An unfamiliar feeling leached into your body as you stepped forward. The mark on your neck tingled with feral greed and Paul blinked at the atmospheric shift. He’s mine, mine, mine, echoed from somewhere in your mind. 

The knife was wedged into Paul’s thigh before your brain even registered the action. As the blade tore through the soft layer of fat and thick corded muscle, a howl bounced off of the walls. The sound of it was delightful. You smiled at him and yanked the knife back before slamming it in deeper. A high pitched whine escaped Paul’s lips and you giggled at him. Rage flashed in his eyes at your amusement and his fist reared back, coming down hard against your cheekbone. 

The force of the punch knocked you to the floor. Pain blossomed from your quickly reddening face but you ignored it, pushing yourself up from the tiles and stumbling towards the door. Paul groaned as he launched forward and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, squeezing it until you heard a pop. The delicate bones crunched under his grip but you barely felt it. Adrenaline pumped through your veins and blurred the pain that coursed through you. 

With your survival instincts kicked into high gear, you spied the perfect exit strategy in an instant hanging on the wall. Quickly, you reached out and snatched the pot from its place. Before he could react, you bashed the metal against Paul’s face. Another cry of agony fell from the alpha as he stumbled back, hands pressed over the gash in his forehead. 

The sight of Paul in pain made the wrath inside of you grow and you laughed at the unfamiliar feeling. The exit was free with the alpha being dizzied from the blow but it meant nothing anymore. This was one of the men that had torn apart your life. Sure, the outbreak had morphed it into something entirely different than what you had hoped for but Paul was the one who went out of his way to make it worse. 

Paul was the one who had stalked you for years. He was the one who kept the group living in fear of Josiah and his council with his brutality. He was the one who allowed Jake’s boyfriend to be killed and supported the subsequent forced marriage. He was the one who married and destroyed two perfectly fine omegas of his own. He was the one that tried to destroy you as well. And above all else, Paul was the one that had taken your mate in order to harm him. 

Laughter rattled in your chest and you allowed the breathless rage take over. The darkness started and ended with Paul, you understood that as the venom seeped into your soul. 

You slammed the pot against his skull again and it felt so good that you kept going. After the third blow Paul swayed on his feet and collapsed. Blood splattered against the ground from his broken face but you kept going. Sweat and tears poured down your face as you moved down his body, beating his abdomen until his breathing turned to muffled wheezes. Paul’s eyes were blinking heavily when you finally threw the pot aside. He was close to passing out. 

A monster had been unleashed within you. This burst of rage was like nothing you had ever felt. The only thing that held any meaning anymore were the thoughts of Joel that bounced around your head. His booming laugh, the scruff of his patchy beard against your hands and thighs, his big hands rubbing soothing circles into your hips as you clung to him after a bad dream, the way he looked so hopeful everytime he placed a meal in front of you; like he wanted nothing more than to make you happy. This ghost from your past threatened all of that. 

Bare hands collided with Paul’s bloodied face. The act of beating someone was so foreign to you that you didn’t recognize the fists as your own as they rained down on him. It felt like you were floating above the kitchen, watching yourself tear into Paul with no ability to stop it. You heard the screamed insults as you scratched at his face and slammed his head against the floor but the person they came from was a stranger. 

Unfamiliar hands shot forward to tear you from his broken body but you fought against them. Teeth sunk into flesh and whoever had attempted to pluck you away groaned at the sting. It was only when three people ripped you off that you realized that you had fucked up. Anger had gotten the better of you and now you were alone, fighting against three alphas as an unfamiliar man heaved Paul from the floor. 

“Cut it out you crazy bitch, or I’ll give you something to scream about. Maybe a real knot would temper you,” one of the alphas barked in your ear. 

You stilled immediately in a show of obedience. If they were anything like Paul, these men didn’t care that Joel had claimed you and that was extremely dangerous. It was crucial that you remained calm if you were going to escape unscathed. Their hands pushed you down and you whined as your knees hit the tiles hard. Peals of laughter came from the men. Your pain amused them. 

Paul was dragged out of the room and you tried not to smile at the ragged state of him. With your face schooled, you directed your eyes to the floor and tried to think of a viable escape plan. It was then that you heard another alpha swear in disbelief from the doorway as Paul’s beaten body passed him. The familiarity of the voice tickled something buried in your mind and you snapped your eyes towards the entrance. The smell of citrus and cloves slapped you in the face as you met his gaze. There was no mistaking him. 

Cooper stood in the doorway for a moment, green eyes analyzing the state of you before he stepped forward. He looked more grim than you had ever seen him. He resembled a puppy that had been kicked for too long and came to expect the abuse. Any lightness in his gaze was gone, his eyes framed with the dark shadows that advertised his exhaustion. 

Cooper had never really been on your radar much when you lived amongst your group. He was always found somewhere on the sidelines during any of Josiah’s meetings and kept to himself for the most part. Paul had forced him into being one of the rangers that scrounged for supplies but he never seemed capable of returning unscathed. 

It was only after he had been shot in the side that Josiah overruled his brother and took him off rounds for good. You remembered how Paul had ensured that everyone knew how weak Cooper was, making him a social pariah by spreading tales of his cowardice. He had been entirely uninterested in his brother’s recovery while he laid in bed fighting an infection for weeks, refusing to let anyone visit him unless they were healers. Hell, even Jake seemed to care about Cooper’s recovery more than Paul for some odd reason. 

You remembered how Cooper used to hang out in the basement of the chapel amongst the dusty books and discarded boxes. One time you had found him leaned up against one of the desks when you were looking to find new reading material. You had jumped nearly three feet in the air but somehow Cooper was still the one that looked more terrified. 

Shame had filled you and you apologized, fleeing the basement before he could respond. You felt awful about your find. It seemed to be some sort of safe haven for him. After the interaction, you started to avoid it at all costs. Everyone needed a hideaway within that group and you refused to be the one to ruin someone else’s. 

The only time you remembered Cooper doing anything out of character was when you had stumbled upon him gardening along the edges of camp. You were sneaking back in after escaping for a few hours of peace in the cool waters nearby. Again, he looked guiltier than you did as he stood from the lupines and goldenrods. With the strict rules regarding how alphas and omegas should act and which jobs were appropriate, you weren’t surprised at his fear. Paul would’ve had a field day if he knew his brother was doing an “omega’s job.”

Neither of you had said a word to anyone and life went on as usual. The interaction was so miniscule that it had been lost to time until he walked into the kitchen. A loner through and through, Cooper had been an easily forgettable side character in your life. Even now, you only thought of him because of his connection with Jake. That’s all he had ever been to you, the alpha that your best friend had mated with under duress. 

“The guys out back are having a tough time getting the big guy in the truck, you better go help them,” he instructed the group around you. 

None of them were swayed and one of them grabbed a fistful of hair, wrenching your body upwards in defiance of Cooper’s demands. You groaned at the sting in your scalp. 

“What makes us think that we’d listen to you boy?,” one of them spat. 

Defiance sparked behind Cooper’s dulled eyes for a moment and he glared back at the men. 

“Do you think Paul is going to like it if her mate gets loose? Go fucking help them out so we can get out of here for Christ’s sake,” Cooper seethed. 

The second drop to the ground was shorter but still stung nonetheless. Two of the burly men strode past the smaller alpha, muttering to themselves as they glared at him on the way out, but one stayed behind. 

“What about her?” the last one asked. 

Cooper scoffed, “I think I can handle it. Go. Now. Before my brother wakes up and decides to hang you.” 

The threat of his brother worked and the man hustled out of the room, leaving you behind with an alpha that had remained a stranger for your entire life. He had only lived three houses away from you, just on the other side of Miriam and Rachel’s house. Still, no matter how far you dug you couldn’t scrounge up any other memories of him. Had Cooper ever talked to you directly? Had you ever talked to him? You couldn’t remember. 

“Why the fuck did you stop moving?”

The words were thrown at you like an accusation and you sat back confused. 

“Why did I - What?,” you sputtered. 

Nervous energy rolled off of Cooper as he threw his hands up in the air. His fingers pulled at his hair while he turned to begin pacing in front of you. He muttered to himself under his breath, arguing with some unknown foe in his mind. After tearing out a handful of hair, the alpha stopped in his tracks and turned towards you. Frustration pinched his face and his hands were bunched into fists at his sides. 

“We thought you were dead. If that raider had come back, Paul probably would have left it but no. No, you had to fucking set up shop here and now look at this fucking mess. You could have taken your mate and gone anywhere but you just had to settle,” he hissed.

 Cooper’s fists rubbed harshly at his tired eyes and you weren’t sure what to say. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. Was Cooper… mad? At you? For what, you couldn’t even begin to imagine. The fact that he was even angry was shocking in itself, you had never seen him anything other than solemnly agreeable. 

“Do you know what he did to us? To Jake and me? All because of some stupid fucking fantasy about you. My - OUR daughter is nowhere to be seen and that’s because of you. Because he needs to keep us in line so that he can get what he wants, like always.” 

“D-daughter? Jake has a daughter? Wha - Wait, is he alive?!” you asked as excitement sped up your heart rate.  

Cooper deflated a little at your reaction and pinched the bridge of his nose. It made him look older than even Joel despite the fact that he couldn’t be more than thirty. He cussed under his breath before he looked back up at you. 

“Jake is alive. He’s safe, for now. I’m going to figure out a way to get Allie back and then I’m going to get us out,” he stated calmly. 

You watched as he moved towards the discarded pot in curiosity. His nearness should have scared you, being the lone omega amongst a brutal group, but you felt at ease. For some reason, you knew Cooper wouldn’t hurt you. Whether it be his connection to Jake or his mild naturedness, no alarm bells rang in your head as he examined the bloodied pot near your feet. He sighed and shook his head, breathing out an almost inaudible fuck me. When his eyes met yours again, they were determined. 

“Cross over the river, that should dull your scent, and then go east. If they catch you again, I won’t be able to do anything. I have people who need me. This is a courtesy because of how much you mean to Jake. I can’t - shit, I won’t risk them for you again. Do you understand?”

He looked up at you for confirmation. You nodded slowly, unfamiliar with this side of him. Determined was not a word that you would have used to describe Cooper before but now, it was written all over his face. 

“Good,” he sighed as he handed you the pot. 

The bottom of it was covered in Paul’s blood. You stared at it for a moment, the world falling away as you watched it drip onto the floor. Untethered from the reality you found yourself in, there were no words to describe how you felt. The situation was like a strange dream and you didn’t know how to pull yourself out of it. All you knew for sure was that Joel was not at your side and that was a problem. 

“And if I go west?” you asked. 

Cooper’s gaze hardened and he answered with a simple, “Don’t.” 

The nod you gave was mechanical, born out of the necessity to appease the alpha who wanted to help. Cooper didn’t need to know the truth. He didn’t need to know that the cord that was wrapped around your soul pulled you towards home. You couldn’t ignore it, no matter what. Joel’s presence somewhere on this earth was like a beacon of light and you knew you were bound to chase after it until your heart stopped beating. 

“Good. Now, I need you to hit me with that as hard as you can then get out of here. Do not let yourself get caught by one of those guys. It isn’t - fuck - they aren’t like the group we had before. They are so much worse and they won’t be uh, proper towards you. Got it?” 

“Yeah, I’ve got it,” you grumbled. 

Of course you understood. Alphas like these were like the boogeyman. Omegas all over had been told tales of their cruelty from childhood since long before the outbreak even started. They were the beings that lurked in the shadows, quickening the paces of omegas as they wandered anywhere alone after dark. They roamed in packs filled with like minded others and tore apart anyone they found. It came as no surprise that Paul had fallen in with them but you pitied Cooper for having to be involved. 

“Cooper I don’t know how to… Thank you.”

Cooper shook his head. Self loathing was written all over his face as his eyes turned glossy and he clamped them shut. Steeling himself for what was to come, he clenched every muscle in his body tight and released the tension with a sigh. When his eyes snapped open he nodded once, giving you the go ahead to strike. 

The loud bang of the pot slamming against the side of Cooper’s face was way less fulfilling than it had been with Paul. The alpha fell to the ground with a groan and all you felt was bitter guilt. He didn’t deserve it. 

“Go,” Cooper hissed from his place on the floor as he held his head in his hands. 

That was all you needed to hear. In an instant, you scurried over to the front of the cabin and shoved the first pair of shoes you found over your feet. A thick jacket was thrown over your frame haphazardly before you started pilfering through the back of the entryway closet for anything of use. There was no way of knowing how long before one of them waltzed in but you needed to be smart. 

The first thing you found was the silver pocket knife that Joel kept hidden under a stack of long johns on the second shelf. You slid it into your pocket. The next target was the rifle Joel hid somewhere in the cabin. You had watched him march into the trees with it slung over his shoulder but never thought to ask where he put it afterwards. It made you feel like an idiot. His presence always seemed so guaranteed. The assumption had been a silly fantasy, something that soothed you into forgetting that a cruel world outside of Joel’s oasis existed. 

Reaching up on your tiptoes to feel around the top shelf, your fingers passed over nothing but shells until you felt it. The cold metal bit at your hand as you carefully pulled out the handgun. The heavy weight of it in your palm was sobering. You were going to do this, you were going to free Joel no matter the consequence. There was no fear at the moment of clarity. All that remained was a sense of duty that had been engraved on the inside of your chest from the moment the bond was sealed.  

Grabbing a half empty box of bullets and slipping the gun into your pants, you scampered back towards the front door. The string that connected you to Joel was drawn tighter than it had ever been. You knew they were taking him somewhere further away. Whether he was trying to or not, Joel’s side of connection screamed out into the space between you. The feeling of your mate calling out pricked at the senses, forcing you into action. 

The latch was ripped open without another thought and you stepped out onto the porch. The air was frigid as the wind whistled through the trees. All you heard was the roaring gusts that shook the branches and kicked up bunches of snow. Several sets of footprints left idents in the snow and trailed off towards the river. Looking ahead, the path Joel used to check the rabbit traps seemed clear. With not a single footfall gracing the pristine snow, you started towards it.  

The snow was heavy and stuck to the bottoms of your untucked pant legs as you ran into the trees. Heart pounding in your chest, you dodged branches and clambered over the dips in the uneven ground. Your lungs burned from the exertion but you ignored it and kept racing towards the water. It was only when you heard someone let out a shout in the distance that you stalled. 

Crouching as close to the ground as you could get, you pushed your back into the trunk of a tree and thumbed the handle of the knife. All that surrounded you was trees and huge swells of white. Your breaths puffed out from between your gritted teeth as you strained to hear anything. From the left, you heard two of the alphas clumsily trying to wade through the wintry mess to make it back to the cabin. 

Should you fight? 

Should you make a run for it? 

Would they smell you if they got too close? 

The hesitation cost you time and soon their heavy pants were right on the other side of the tree. The first one swore under their breath as they stumbled over snow. After a second, the first kept up their clumsy jog while the other stopped completely. The alpha breathed heavily, painful breaths sucked in between coughing fits as he tried to gather himself. You waited for him to follow but he didn’t. 

“What are you doing man? We gotta go check it out, come on,” the quicker one snapped. 

Practically wheezing, the other man coughed out a tight, “Go see. I’ll wait here.” 

The other one sighed loudly and then stumbled off towards the cabin, where Cooper was undoubtedly recounting some bogus tale about the crazy omega that attacked him. You imagined their reactions and secretly hoped that they would be angered at the thought of an omega assaulting not one, but two alphas in one day. 

With the other alpha gone, the air was filled with labored breathing. Meanwhile, you sat with a hand clamped over your mouth to stay quiet. Simply being quiet wouldn’t work for long, you knew he would smell you soon enough. Waves of your scent rolled off of you, spreading out in search of the one that knew how to soothe you.

But Joel was gone and this man stood in the way of him being found. 

The ground was cold against your fingers as you got up and turned to face your prey. The man didn’t notice you as he was still bent over with his hands on his knees. His face was a deep shade of purple with rivulets of sweat rolling down his forehead. He looked old and not in the way Joel was. This man looked as if he had spent his entire life chugging back drinks and growing out the beer belly that bulged from beneath his coat. A rifle hung from his left shoulder and you watched as he clumsily dropped it to the ground with a grunt. This alpha was big and fearsome, as most alphas usually were, but he was slow. 

You could work with that. 

Carefully, you stepped towards him and pulled the knife out. Flicking it open, you stalked closer and closer until you smelled the stale cigarettes that clung to his skin. The closer you got, the larger he seemed but he remained blissfully unaware until you stood before him. He froze as the muted scent of a mated omega tickled his nostrils. You watched his jaw lock shut and the muscles in his back tighten as he readied himself to attack. What an idiot, you thought. 

The man lifted his head, only to be met with a wicked smile as you pierced his arm with the blade. He roared so loudly that nearby birds took to the skies. A meaty hand reared back to snatch your hair but you yanked the knife out of the wound, forcing a spurt of hot blood to splatter across your face. The coppery liquid landed on your tongue and you gagged at the taste. You slammed the knife back in, this time aiming for his chest and burying it as deeply as it would go. 

A small line formed between his bushy eyebrows at the second blow and his hands came up to tug uselessly at the handle. You laughed at his weak attempts to rip the blade from his chest. If he did get it out, the action would only hasten his inevitable end. The man was damned either way. The alpha interrupted your laughter as he spoke up in between pants. 

“Didn’t even see it coming,” the man choked out with red bubbles coming from the corners of his lips. 

He coughed and swallowed the blood that flooded his mouth before he continued, “Talking all sweet to his mate like a fucking pussy. Like any of your kind deserves that shit, fucking sluts. He thought it was you coming for him. Just looked up at me and boom, out like a light.” 

Joel. 

It all made sense. They had knocked him out in order to jump him. Of course, that made so much sense. There was no way they could’ve taken him alive if he was awake. Joel wouldn’t have surrendered to anyone, not when you waited for him at home. The alpha had taken him completely off guard and now mocked him for it? You wanted to scream. 

“You have no idea what you assholes just started,” you snapped.

The blade was covered in red when you ripped it from his chest cavity. The wound made a wet sucking noise against the metal and he hissed at the pain. You stopped, watching the blood as it dripped down the handle and covered your hand. Another hacking cough from the man sprayed steaming blood on your jacket, onto Joel’s jacket. The man tainting your mate’s clothing was the last straw.

Three more slashes ripped jagged lines into the man’s face before you finally buried the knife in his heart. A silent scream forced his mouth open and you shoved him back against the snow in disgust. A circle of blood spread out from beneath him as his body twitched and you watched it grow. By the time you looked back at his face, he was dead. 

You had never killed someone before. The only victims you had on your roaster was a collection of infected and a couple of slow moving rabbits. Those didn’t count. An actual human being was dead at your feet with your knife stuck in his chest. It wasn’t that you were freaked out at the fact that you had killed him. What freaked you out was how good it made you feel. 

The feeling was a twisted and greedy thing, shrieking at you from the depths of your soul to turn back to the cabin to rain hellfire down on everyone. An inner battle was waged within you as you gazed upon the corpse. One part of you wanted to rip out the throats of all of the alphas that swarmed your home, while the other part just wanted Joel back. 

The sound of crunching footsteps settled the debate and you quickly ripped the knife out before you sprinted towards the river. The wind stung your ears as you ran and pinched at your cheeks. You heard it when one of the alphas reached the discarded corpse but you were so close. He shouted for the others and you hastened your pace, bursting out onto the beach in a frenzied state. 

Chunks of ice slammed against the riverbank and sped across the surface. The water itself was quick moving, with white caps and fizzy swirls that tore up every bit of earth they happened upon. Massive rocks poked out from beneath the swells but you couldn’t see how many were hidden. 

You knew how to swim. Miriam had taught you once in the summer heat. Ever since that summer, you had grown in ability and frequently escaped with other teens to enjoy it without adult supervision. However, the water you had skinny dipped in once didn’t have a current. These rapids were an entirely different beast. Nevertheless, as heavy footsteps drew near, you found yourself plugging your nose before you jumped in feet first. 

The pain was instant. You remembered your mother snapping at you once for getting too near to a frozen pond after the first safe place had fallen. At the time, being no more than six years old, her harsh words had registered as mean. But as the frigid waters sparked every nerve ending in your body and set them on fire, you realized her harshness stemmed from educated fear. 

The shock of the cold held you down beneath the waves and you felt your body quickly torn away from the shore. You flipped and somersaulted weightlessly in the rushing waters, every attempt at paddling to the surface useless against the current. More pain erupted from your side as the river slammed you against one of the rocks and a groan was muffled by the water. Desperate to breathe, you sucked in a mouthful of the frigid water but it stung your chest. Panic bloomed from within at the realization that you were drowning. 

Your lungs screamed for oxygen but you were stuck, shoved against the solid stone and weighed down by the rapids. Opening your eyes didn’t help, as all you could see from the bottom of the river was black. Was this it? Was this how you would die? You were infuriated at the thought. How could this be the thing that killed you? After everything you had been through, drowning seemed absolutely ridiculous. No, this couldn’t be it. Not with Joel somewhere alone and in pain. Not when you finally had a home. You wouldn’t allow it. 

Bubbles were released from your lips as you cried and struggled against the stone. You paused, watching as they floated towards your right side and then it clicked. The strong current had flipped you around and battered you against the rock but all you needed to do was right yourself to push upwards. A chunk of ice thumped against your chest but you ignored the sting as you wriggled around. Placing your feet on the ground, you pushed off with all of your strength. With one final kick against the top of the stone, the crown of your head breached the surface. 

You sputtered and fought against the current as it whipped you further downstream. The surroundings were unfamiliar, far away from the spot that you had collected water from for weeks. It was a battle but you used all of your strength to stay afloat, kicking weakly as you tried to find a way to slow down. There was nothing to grab on to and as hard as you paddled, you couldn’t reach the side. You couldn’t help but sink when a huge wave came, slamming you back underwater and cutting off your air supply. 

Weakened from the cold, you were losing strength and felt yourself be pulled further away. Hands grappling with the rocks on the bottom to slow down, a scream was silenced by the waters as the jagged edges ripped a nail off of your fingertip. Cold water filled your mouth and you choked on it as your body dragged along the riverbed. Another swell flipped you over, your back colliding with another stone. You splayed out against it, helpless to the current until a chunk of ice knocked you loose.

Death seemed certain. The edges of your mind folded in on themselves and you struggled to hold the memory of Joel’s face in your mind. If you died, you wanted him to be the last person you thought of. Grief pulled at your heart strings and you focused all of your energy on trying to project your thoughts to him. You wished for a miracle. You wished that Joel would hear how sorry you were. For letting him go alone. For the crossfire he was caught in. For not being strong enough to survive. 

Just as you accepted your imminent death, you felt yourself fly off of an edge. A gasp of crisp air was all you managed to gulp down before your belly was slapping against the surface of the water again. You braced yourself to be thrown around again but nothing happened. 

The current had slowed and you quickly kicked your way to freedom. The moment your head popped up from the depths, you were panting and coughing up bits of the river. Your lungs ached and you retched, a torrent of swallowed water pouring from your mouth as you paddled to shore. 

The edges of your vision were blurred as you strained to pull yourself onto the side. All of the muscles in your back protested the movement but you managed to make it by crawling. Sitting back on your knees, you retched a couple more times until the remaining ramen from breakfast laid half digested against the icey shore. With your stomach emptied, you huffed a few more steadying breaths and looked at your surroundings. 

The fast running waters dropped off into a wide pool. It was deep enough to dive into and held itself up on a ledge above more rapids below. The excess from the swimming hole poured over its side, pummeling the rocks below before it shot out and resumed the aggressive current. You spied a metal bench someone had left behind on the other side of the river. It was tucked nicely under the branches of the surrounding trees and you realized Joel had mentioned this place before. 

Amidst the desperation of the first night of your heat, there had also been bits of downtime. Joel’s body had been slumped over yours when he spoke of it. The feeling of his weight coupled with your fingers shoved in his curls was perfect as you basked in the aftershocks of his brutal thrusts. Deep in the throes of feverish desire, the temperature of the room reached tropical levels. Sweat collected in every crevice of your intertwined bodies but Joel didn’t seem to mind. 

“It’s hot,” you whined. 

He groaned and you felt it when his cock throbbed at your needy tone. His knot had gone down enough for him to slip out but every time he tried, you locked your ankles around his back in protest. You knew Joel didn’t mind despite his grumbles. Plus, he couldn’t hide the smile when he snuggled his face back in between your breasts and you resumed playing with his hair. 

“Want me to move darling?,” Joel mumbled, his voice muffled into your skin. 

You giggled at the feeling of his facial hair brushing against your breasts and hugged him closer. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

Fuck, it was only a few hours since he had left but it felt like days.

You remembered how hard Joel had laughed at that. He had kissed the tops of your breasts before he looked up at you. 

“Can’t wait for summer. M’gonna bring you down to the swimming hole, leave your clothes on the bench and take ya right there in the water. Out in the open for anyone to see,” Joel growled. 

His words flooded your core with pure desire and turned your tongue into lead. 

“Mmmm… Like swimming. S’nice,” you replied dreamily. 

Joel had chuckled and you hummed at the way his deep timber buzzed against your ribs. You remembered how lips brushed over your bare neck, laying soft kisses over the spot that he would claim for himself weeks later.  

“Well then it’s a plan darling,” you remembered him whispering as he began to thrust into you once more. 

The memory forced tears to your eyes as you sat depleted against the shore. Amongst the frozen wasteland, your demeanor cracked against the weight of your isolation. The swimming hole sat right there but it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Tears dripped from your eyes and warmed your cheeks before they froze, becoming frosty reminders of your sorrow. You weren’t supposed to be here alone. This was a place that Joel wanted to show you. The first time seeing it was supposed to be fun. The fantasy of easy summer days spent swimming and fucking was ruined, leaving you absolutely heartbroken as you stared at the bench.  

You wanted to wallow, to curl yourself into a ball and cry until the tears were depleted but the string that held the two of you together would not allow it. It thrummed with energy, pulling you from the grief as you felt him slipping further away. It was a constant reminder that your alpha was alive and that grieving his absence was wasted energy that could be used to find him. 

With a renewed sense of purpose, you braced your cold hands against the snow and slowly pushed yourself from the ground. The bones in your wrist popped from the weight and you hissed, shaking it out as you looked eastwards. The river water had started to freeze your clothes, stiffening the fabric as you weighed the options. 

Cooper had told you not to go west. That was where the danger lay. That was where nightmares came to life and threatened to swallow you whole. That was where your so-called ex husband resided. Could you even call Paul an ex if you never had a choice in the matter? You decided that it didn’t matter. None of it mattered and you ignored Cooper’s advice, turning westward in pursuit of your mate. 

-

“Most of them went back already. Paul got his ass handed to him so they fell back. They took the alpha with them. Swear to God, the big guy looked like he was in better shape than Paul,” the red haired one laughed. 

The ginger spat a mouthful of gasoline onto the ground before he shoved the end of it into the bucket. The other one whistled and shook her head, chuckling quietly before she murmured, “Paul’s gonna be pissed that her mate got the jump on him.” 

“That’s the thing!,” he boomed in excitement, “It wasn’t even the mate. I swear to God, it was the chick. I’m telling you, she’s a fucking psycho! Beat the shit out of Paul and knocked out his pussy ass brother. Then she slashed up Kennedy and booked it. It was absolutely insane.” 

“No fucking way an omega did all of that.”  

They bickered back and forth as you listened from behind an empty oil barrel. You tried not to let them get to you, clenching your teeth as you stayed hidden nearby. It had been nearly half a day since you left the cabin and you were close to freezing to death. With the sunlight growing dimmer, you knew that you needed to find shelter or at least a new set of clothes soon. 

The cold had been unbearable after only a few hours of stumbling through the woods but the one upside to your travels was finding the plethora of cabins that laid just on the other side of the river. The first cluster had surprised you. It seemed that Joel wasn’t as isolated as he thought. Surely if these existed, other people knew about the cabins buried amongst the greenery. 

If either of you had crossed over to the other side of the river just once, you would have found that the reclusive hunter had been fairly surrounded by others on his western side. You had encountered a few other variations of hunting cabins along the way, all of them boarded up. Luckily for you, they had been abandoned but you lacked the strength to pry them open. Each time the door refused to budge you were forced to move on in hopes of finding another safe haven. 

After hours, you finally found a contender. Made of brick and a tin roof, the one story cottage was truly a sight for your sore eyes. The latch was padlocked but the door itself bumped against its frame with the wind. All that was needed was one harsh pull and the latch would be torn clean off the side of the cottage. Excitement overtook you and you darted from the treeline, yanking on the front door as hard as you could. It creaked with the weight but remained closed and you tried again. 

After your fourth attempt at ripping it open, the screws that kept the latch stuck on the doorframe had almost released themselves but then you heard it. You tilted your head at the sound of a rumbling engine. It took you completely off guard. You hadn’t heard the sound of a vehicle in months. After breaking from your confusion, you quickly vaulted over the rails of the porch and took off running for cover as a weather-beaten truck drove up the overgrown path. 

The truck was so large that both of the alphas had to jump down from their seats. You watched as the red haired alpha searched around the area, kicking at the large pile of snow next to the cottage until he foot banged against metal. He had reached down and grabbed the edges of a tarp, revealing an ancient jeep that looked as though it had been untouched for years. 

Meanwhile, the other had ripped the door open with ease and searched the space for any sign of you. With the harshness of the wind, you hoped that your scent had been swept away so that you could remain undetected to the pair. When she came up empty, she returned to her friend crouched by the jeep. 

As the two of them bickered about whether you had actually bested Paul, you looked towards their truck. The heat of a working vehicle was extremely tempting in your state. It only took a moment of imagining the warm air inside the cab before you decided. 

Shaky hands grasped the gun in your pants and fiddled with the chamber, emptying out the bullets to shake out any remaining water. You reloaded it and breathed in, waiting patiently for the right moment. Without the knowledge to do so yourself, you allowed them to take the precious petroleum from the rusted jeep to aid you in the journey.  

“Alright, better get going. We’re losing daylight,” the man sighed as he lifted himself from the ground. 

The woman turned to look at the ginger while he fiddled with the hose. A response was poised on the tip of her tongue but three shots cut her off. The first was clumsy and ricocheted off of brick into a nearby tree. You were rusty from the little experience you did have but the second shot managed to be a bit closer to its target. The woman shrieked as the bullet lodged itself in her knee and she fell to the ground. The final shot was the most on point as it hit the man square in the crotch. With both alphas on the ground, you sprinted forward. 

The man was a lost cause. He didn’t even reach for his gun. Instead he laid on the ground and cupped his ruined genitals as he screamed in agony. You felt nothing at the display except for slight anxiety about the fact that any of his comrades or infected nearby would have heard his dramatics. There was no pity for the alpha. Given the type of man Paul was and the vile threats that had been thrown at you in the kitchen, you figured that this man probably deserved the bullet. 

The woman was still alert and reached back to pull at the sling over her shoulder for a gun. Before she could get the long gun from her back, you rushed forward and knocked her flat against the snow. A gust of breath left her lungs as she hit the ice and you wriggled until you were sitting on her chest. Pressing your thumbs into her eye sockets, she screamed again and ripped your hands away before she flipped the two of you over. 

The fist connected with your nose and crunched the bone. Tears formed on your lash line at the bright burst of pain. You moved to retaliate but your opponent wasn’t finished. Blood trickled from the bridge as her fist came down again and slammed against your jaw. Again and again, the alpha launched her fists into your face until you felt disconnected from the pain. Buried under the ruthlessness of her attack, you felt as if you were drowning all over again.  

Swallowing your pride, you grasped at her belt. You knew that the enticing action would work and it did. Alphas like these only desired one thing, a wet cunt to break on their knot. It didn’t matter where or who it came from. The second the idea of taking you crossed her mind, you had won. A wide grin showcased all of her crooked teeth as you played with the leather and nuzzled the hand that was covered in your own blood. Your brain screamed at you to stop and the mark on your neck ached as you weakly grinned at the woman. 

“Aw, if that’s all you wanted, you could've asked. All of us would’ve spread you out real nice, bet that would help with that little attitude problem of yours, hm? You’d like that huh?” 

The smell of her arousal would’ve made you retch if you hadn’t already puked your guts out alongside the river just hours before. The scent was all wrong, it was too sweet to be your mate’s and your body knew it. You fought against the biological urge to recoil as your fingers smoothed over the leather in search of something to aid in your escape. 

“Maybe I should take you for a little test drive before we get back. You think Paul would mind? I mean, you’re already damaged goods,” she laughed. 

A high pitched giggle came from you. It didn’t sound like your normal laugh but somehow she bought it. Your fingers moved towards the front of her pants and you found it. The solid weight of it slipped over your fingertips and you smiled. Looking up at the woman, you batted your eyelashes coyly. 

“Mmmm… You know what I would like more than that?” you cooed. 

She grinned wider and asked, “What’s that?”  

“All of your guts spread out against the god damn ground, you sick fuck.” 

The knife sliced into her belly and she gasped. Looking down in shock, the alpha watched as the blade was torn through her lower abdomen in a jagged line. Bloodied tissue was released from its place in her body and it spilled out onto your own. A soft ah fell from her mouth and she collapsed beside you, panting as her life poured out onto the whiteness surrounding her. 

The pieces of her that had fallen into your lap produced small puffs in the frigid air. You watched in sick fascination as the mess steamed, wisps of vapor rising up and disappearing with every harsh bout of wind. She was dead when you looked over, graying eyes fixed upon you accusatorially. She wasn’t wrong to glare at you like that from beyond the grave. Hours ago your hands had been clean and as you stared back at her, you realized that she was the third person you had killed in less than 24 hours. 

You felt possessed by some greater power as you stood from the ground. The brokenness of your body didn’t bother you as you hobbled towards the cottage. She had nearly beaten you into unconsciousness but you trudged on despite your pounding headache. You barely felt human anymore, just going through the motions as you pilfered through the cottage. 

The towel that you used to wipe the blood from your face smelled like dust and blood shot out of your nose as you sneezed from it. Red continued to drip down your face but you just sighed. A mirror hung in the bathroom and you looked into it, noticing how bruises formed beneath your eyes and across your nose. You snorted at the sigh. It reminded you of the panda bears you had seen in a book once as a child.  

Your body violently shook from the cold and you tore through the drawers, abandoning your own clothes for a pair of baggy jeans and a thick sweater that advertised The Wyoming Mustangs. More spots of blood stained the collar and you groaned in frustration. 

Looking around for anything to stem the flow, you settled on shoving rolled up toilet paper up your nostrils to slow it down. Two pairs of athletic socks replaced your own fuzzier ones and you tried not to grumble at the fabric. Clearly the previous owners of your own home had better taste. After rifling through a plethora of sandals, you managed to find one pair of workboots that would suffice and laced them up as tightly as possible in hopes that it would keep the moisture out. 

The only moment of hesitation in your outfit change was the coat. The coat you had with you was one of Joel’s but it was soaked. It didn’t have any real use and you knew he wouldn’t care if you left it behind. But despite the dip in the waters, it still held the faintest whiff of him. You shook your head at yourself. It was just a coat. Still, you knew there was no way you would leave it behind, no matter how irrational it was. 

Easing yourself into a stranger’s jacket and throwing Joel’s over your shoulder, you walked towards the truck. Stopping only to collect the discarded weapons and gas, you hurried to the vehicle and threw everything in. You lifted yourself into the obnoxiously large truck with a groan but the second you shut the door, you melted against the driver’s seat. 

The cab was still warm and you hastened to turn the keys in the ignition to keep it that way. The engine sputtered once before it roared to life, drawing a sigh of relief from you as you pulled your seat closer to the vents. The warm air was intense, creating pins and needles in your limbs as they thawed out but you kept it cranked. Being cold was one of the things you hated the most in this world and it hadn’t been a problem for a few months. It hadn’t been a problem since Joel came into your life. 

The need to cry bubbled up and you desperately tried to shove it down. With a working vehicle and daylight dwindling, what you really needed was to stay on task but the emotions got the better of you. 

“Fuck, I miss you,” you croaked, allowing yourself to voice your misery for just a moment. 

But there was nobody around to hear. There was nobody coming to rescue you from the people who waited for you ahead. You were just a fool crying out for someone who was incapacitated. Life was not a fairytale where Joel would magically break out of his imprisonment and somehow save you at the very last second. The world was cruel and you realized suddenly that there would be no hero in your life unless you made yourself into one. 

“Jesus, get it together woman,” you whispered. 

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you looked towards all of the different buttons and the gadgets. Omegas weren’t allowed to drive, that was what Josiah had proclaimed to the group multiple times. They were too easily distracted by simple things, making them prone to accidents. Plus, they weren’t allowed to be away from camp anyways. Driving was never an option when you lived there. 

Rachel had given you a few impromptu lessons here and there during your year on the run, allowing you to test the waters in hopes that one day you would find a place more suitable to learn. It was hard to learn with the rugged terrain and hordes of infected. Although she had taught you the basics, it seemed like lifetimes ago and you struggled to remember the finer details. Did D3 mean something different than D2 and D1? Which one were you supposed to use? Did it matter?  

The clock in the dashboard changed with each minute that passed and you cussed. There wasn’t enough gas or time for you to freak out like this. Not if you were going to find Joel alive. And fuck, you needed him alive. Swallowing every bit of indoctrinated hesitation and every fear about crashing into the trees, you gripped the gear stick and threw it into D3. It sounded like the speediest option and faster was what you were aiming for. 

“Fuck it,” you sighed as you slammed your foot into the gas pedal. 

[danikamariewrites]

do you mind doing another short reader! headcanons, but instead of the reader being with one of the bat boys, the reader is shipped with/mated to all three?

you don't have to do it if you don't want to!! especially if it's gonna be too similar to your previous headcanons. so feel free to ignore, my feelings won't be hurt 💜💜

also love the work you're doing so far!!

Poly!Bat Boys x short!reader headcanon

A/n: I’ve been dying to write poly!bat boys so thank you for requesting this and thank you, you’re so sweet. This low key kind of turned out to be poly!bat boys x reader haha but I liked where this ended up tbh

Warnings: none

Of course they all tower over you

You always have to look up at them

Sometimes you like to be taller than them especially when you fight so you stand on a chair or table

One time they were arguing so you stomped onto the table to make them stop

The three of them had to tilt their heads back to look at you, “Stop. This is stupid because all three of you are wrong.” And for once they listened

You liked the commanding feeling that came with your new trick. One time it backfired on you when you stood on a shorter coffee table to try and win a fight with Rhys

“Oh.” “Yeah, didn’t work out huh?” “No this was not my desired height.” After staring at each other for a few moments you burst out laughing and he picked you up and plopped you down on the floor, ruffling your hair

You feel very safe around them, they are your mates after all and they’d do anything to keep you safe

You like to try and spend equal time with each of them

But sometimes one will be busy, or away, or off being grumpy somewhere in the house

Sometimes one of the boys needs comfort more than the other

You love when one of the boys just picks you up, hugs you real tight, and you cuddle on the couch

Cassian gives the best hugs. You also love how he can just pick you up with one arm

Rhys is the best at being emotionally available with you. You can talk to him about anything and he gives the best advice especially when it comes to Cassian and Azriel

Azriel is the most attentive one. He knows everything about you and probably spends most of his time with you

Az is very touch/attention starved so you try to spend extra time with him. He’s probably the most over protective of you given that you’re short

He’s always the first to take you away from a situation that he thinks will end in a fight or wrap you in his wings

After a particularly bad meeting with the Autumn and Day courts you decided it was time that you learn how to fight

They seemed hesitant at first, especially Cassian since he’d be training you

“I won’t go easy on you doll. We need you to be able to protect yourself if we’re not there so it’s going to be tough.” “I can handle it Cass.” Cassian was afraid you wouldn’t spend time with him or want to be around him

Truthfully, you liked the commanding side of him. It was the total opposite of how he usually was with all of you and it was hot

Once you were proficient in hand-to-hand combat and at swinging a sword Cassian’s new nickname for you was “little badass”

The first time you went flying with one of them it was with Rhys. You had a fear of heights you wanted to get over since you always joked about how close to the ground you were

Flying back from Windhaven one day you were in Cassian’s arms

He and Devlon got into a nasty argument and he just wanted to hold you to remind himself that he wasn’t a brute and could handle something small and delicate (that’s just how he saw you bc of your shortness)

Halfway back he was muttering to himself under his breath. You wanted to ask him if he wanted to talk but his grip was slipping as he kept getting distracted

Before you knew it you had slipped from his arms and free falling

All you could do was scream

Cassian and Rhys dove for you but Azriel was closest and you reached for him

You didn’t have long limbs, you couldn’t reach and you were afraid that you wouldn’t be able to grab Azriel’s arm but he grabbed you first

Azriel cradled you to his chest and you cling to him. Shaking with tears silently rolling down your cheeks

When you got home Rhys took Cassian to calm down in his room since he was freaking out

Azriel took you to your room giving you his hoodie and sweatpants and cuddling you

“This was always a fear of mine but I don’t blame Cassian.” You said more to reassure yourself. “I know baby, I know.”

Cassian had avoid one-one-one or group time, slept in his own room, and passed your training off to Azriel for a while

One night you got sick of him feeling sorry for himself you just dragged him to bed. You slept on his chest that night leaving Azriel and Rhys to sleep on the other side of the bed

Speaking of sleeping arrangements, after you were mated the four of you decided you wanted to sleep in the same bed. You still had your own rooms in case one of you needed space or wanted to be alone

You liked being in the middle of them since it was easier being the little spoon

Sometimes you’d be on the outside and the big spoon if you wanted to wrap yourself around one of the boys (they’re all side sleepers unless you’re cuddled up to them)

You steal something from each of them. Usually it’s Rhys’s hoodie, Cassian’s shirt, and Azriel’s sweatpants

If two are all of them are gone the bed feels too empty and you can’t sleep

You get the most time with Rhys since Az and Cass go away sometimes and that’s when you and Rhys switch to your bedroom but it still doesn’t feel the same. You both feel like pieces of you are missing

If your injured they freak out

It was your first time fighting alongside them and you decided to take on a soldier that was bigger than Cassian

Of course the male beat you up pretty bad but in the end you reached a dagger and got him right in the throat

As you got patched up by a healer in your tent Rhys, Cass, and Az come storming in

They we’re obviously told what happened but they wanted to hear it from you, and see you

They cringed when they saw your injuries

Telling them what happened Az sat next to you gently holding one of your bandaged hands, Rhys sat across from you in an armchair, and Cassian was pacing so hard you thought he was going to make a hole in the floor

Once you were done Cassian kneeled in front of you taking your free hand in his, “Please never do that again. I know your strong and skilled, but please, never ever do that again. We were terrified when we heard what happened.” You nod, a lump forming in your throat

Rhys comes to sit next to you and kisses your head, “We love you so much, darling.”

[multifandomangel]

the eah writers really could’ve taken daring charming’s character arc in the same way the a:tla writers took sokka’s character arc and honestly i think we were robbed of that!

like! daring meeting a badass girl (who could be literally any of the girls he’s shipped with because let’s bffr they’re all badasses), is low key misogynistic to her, gets his ass handed to him by her, finally starts to see her as an equal, and falls absolutely in love with her!

also sokka’s character growth is like WAY more layered than that but you get the point

WE! WERE! ROBBED!!!

[zabala0z]

Welcome back to “listening to S4 of TMA and sobbing!” I’m your host, you know me, unfortunately. I swear to god-

MAG 125: Civilian Casualties

Am I going insane or was Callum McKenzie mentioned before??? The name is so familiar and I searched through all the transcripts and my notes. Closest thing I could find was in A Sturdy Lock, the old man’s last name was McKenzie but I don’t think that’s related. Anyways, I think this is the slaughter

Also the bullet. And Melanie’s screaming. Is that also related to the slaughter, her increase in violence??

MAG 126: Sculptors Tools

The whole time I was like “is this Michael??” But no this guys name was Gabriel but then he mentioned Sannikov and I was so confused until Jon mentioned the worker in clay and I immediately shrieked. And Gertrude stopped him. What a badass.

Martin talking to Tim makes me wanna scream. And Peter said some interesting stuff. Isolation. Elias’s ritual. I think Peter is trying to make a ritual for The Lonely before Elias because competition or something. And then the “when it’s over, you won’t want to tell him” like wtf does that mean. This is why I equally hate him with Elias.

MAG 127: Remains to be seen

Very The Eye. I actually never thought much on Jonah Magnus but I should’ve because yeah, that guy is suspicious. I need to pay more attention to old timey statements.Also, “I was trying to see if the statements called to me” like Jon, you know that makes you look more unhinged, right??? And Martins mom is dead now which makes me wanna like strangle myself.

And then there’s the infamous bastard; love Elias’s prison arc, it suits him more.

(EDIT 9/19: forgot to mention, Albrecht said at one point “I don’t read the books, the books read me” which reminds me of MAG 91 when Mike said he couldn’t read that one book but it read him. Think those are related. Okay that’s it)

MAG 128: Heavy Goods

I know they (or he now) are evil but Breekon was low key sympathetic during this. Also, DAISYS ALIVE. Oh so Daisy can be alive but Tim can’t, someone rip out my throat. ☹️ but I am happy. And sad. She sounds like she’s going through it according to Breekon. Or at least Breekon words extracted by Jon, which, by the way, what the hell. He can do that??? Starting to realize the true horror of his powers cause damn.

MAG 129: Submerged

Oh yay, gentrification. The true horrors of the world.

“I miss you” so what if I screamed! I need to like punch a pillow after every Martin/Jon conversation.

Anyways, I think this entity is like the buried? Can the buried count with water? Drowning? You know? Anyways “The Sunken Sky” is like the coolest name ever for The Buried. How do they all have such cool names?? Apparently Gertrude sacrificed Jan Kilbride because he was marked by The Vast and throwing him diwn a pit was enough. That’s the guy from MAG 106. There always seems to be at least one sacrifice to stop a ritual, y’know. Hate it

I have a bad feeling about Jon trying to find Daisy. Because duh. And basira is off on a secret errand which I believe is whatever Elias told her about. The new way to defend themselves. I don’t know who it’ll be. Maybe a new character?? If not, I can’t think of a strong character who could help them, especially associated with Elias

Okay!! I think that’s everything. I’ve been filling my sketchbook with TMA art, I love it. Final thoughts, uh, hate Peter, worried for Martin, worried about Melanie, overly analyzing everything, etc, etc. I hate my brain can’t ever stop when listening to this.