#and then he proceeded to paint me a picture and then it cut to the next scene. Disappointed I was. On the edge of my seat I was.

[jesuis-assez]

Rules matter, Boot. Then what the hell are you doing out here?

[starlightandfairies]

Hiii 🫶🏼 I hope you're still up for doing an Elijah request! 🤗 I can't get this man out of my head haha

Soo it would be an idea where they met somewhere in Mystic Falls and immediately felt some bond between them, so it happens that they start falling in love (she's human but knows about vampires) but she's too afraid to get hurt so she also tries not to get too close to Elijah. One night he sees some stranger following her home from the Grill and even starts attacking her, Elijah is immediately there saving her and taking her home with him to treat her wounds (mostly some scratches) and he's just super worried. There she realizes that Elijah would never be the one hurting her and they finally share their feelings with a lot of kissing and cuddles afterwards and he holds her, telling how much she means to him.

Oh I hope this is not too weird at all 🙈❤️

Description: Upon meeting Elijah Mikaelson, the feelings start to come but in fear of being hurt, the reader decides to keep her walls up to protect herself. This changes after Elijah protects her after being attacked.

Warnings: fluff, small angst, physical assault (mild), she/her pronouns, maybe swearing?

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

Thanks so much for making this request! I can never get sick of Elijah, this man is always on my mind and please feel free to request again if you wish :) I really enjoyed writing this, thank you again :D

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 2,125

First Person's POV

Tonight at the Grill was a ‘live acoustics’ night, some of the performers were good and others were quite frankly not that great. Bonnie, Elena and Caroline were off on the next big adventure for the vampiric save-the-day business and while I knew about all the vampires, witches, werewolves and all that extra fun stuff. Besides Matt, I was the only human in the group and somehow I was pushed aside to be kept ‘safe; despite Matt always being dragged into the whirlpool of drama even if he didn’t want to be. 

“The music is wonderful for the atmosphere tonight, don’t you agree?” That voice would haunt my dreams, haunt my every thought, I couldn’t fathom how gentle and warm a voice could sound. I glanced to the side, shooting a polite smile to the impeccably dressed man and nodded in agreement. 

“I do agree, I feel like I’m in like a cute little romance story, the warm lighting and the music-“ I cut myself short, realising I was babbling to a random stranger who more than likely did not care for my ideas and thoughts. 

“I can see how you would see that.” Oh, gosh- those eyes! That smile! This man would haunt me forever, picture perfect and everything I would want in a man. I continued to share a polite smile with the man, fiddling with the straw in my chocolate milkshake and turned myself slightly to face the man a little better. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you…?” Realising that he was waiting for my name, I placed my drink down and took his hand. 

“Y/N L/N” He softly cupped my hand, shaking it and proceeded to share his name.

“Elijah Mikaelson.” I wish I could’ve hidden my reaction better, my eyes went wide, and my smile flattened for a moment before I quickly made sure to continue to be nice and polite. Elijah carefully rested my head on the bar, took a small sip of whatever his drink was and gazed at me with a quizzical look. 

“You know who I am…” His tone was neither harsh nor hurt, Elijah seemed to have suspected my knowledge of his name and he even seemed curious by the idea of my knowledge. 

“I know of your brother Niklaus… Elena told me about you, I think she might have exaggerated a bit. You don’t seem like the antagonist she kinda painted you out to be. From what I’ve heard, you’re the nicer brother… the noble one and I'm sure first glances can be deceiving but… I don’t know- you don’t seem like a bad man.”  He briefly licked his lips, eyes shooting up to the ceiling and seemed to be contemplating his next moves. 

“I suppose you know-“ 

“That you’re a…” I leaned closer to whisper so people passing by wouldn’t hear. 

“An Original.” 

“You don’t seem to be phased.”

“Team doppelgänger has built up my immunity to supernatural beings.” I let out a weak chuckle, cringing internally and turned my focus back on my drink. I wanted to keep speaking with him, I really did want to keep speaking with him but I knew the world that I happened to live in and I didn’t fancy the idea of being bait or hurt as collateral damage. 

“It was really nice to meet you Elijah but I have to go.” He nodded, that handsome smile appearing once more, his actions made me gush and brought butterflies into my belly as he grabbed my jacket and assisted in placing it back on. 

“I hope that you have a good evening, Y/N” 

“Same to you Elijah.” He seemed to have a thought pop into his head, I stopped in my tracks, allowing for him to have the benefit of the doubt and give him the chance to speak his mind. 

“May I have the pleasure of seeing you again?” 

“Maybe… There’s always tomorrow.” I knew I had given myself away, I could feel my heart skip a beat, I’m sure he could hear it, his facial expression didn’t change but I could feel that he knew what I was feeling. 

“Have a good evening,” I whispered, brushing past him to carry on my way. 

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I had seen Elijah a couple of times since our first meeting, we had small conversations and I tried my best to conceal my heart, I didn't want to get close to this man despite enjoying his presence, his voice and the true appearance of his gentlemanly ways made me fall into a daydream greater than any story or dream I could ever have or read. 

The next time I saw Elijah was three months after our first meeting, as I said we had multiple different meetings and they were all the greatest moments of my life despite how much I tried to protect my fragile heart. I had left my home for the park, I wanted to read outside of my home and get some fresh air away from the stuffiness of my bedroom. I rested the picnic blanket underneath a large tree, I read three chapters of my book before I felt a presence looming nearby, I placed the book to the side and stood up, surveying the area for a figure and jumped in my skin seeing Elijah approaching me. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, may I join you?" I nodded, smiling at the man, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt and sat down with me on the picnic blanket. He gently picked my book up, staring at the cover with intrigue, I observed him with butterflies growing in my stomach, a blush wanting to form on my cheeks as I continued to drown in what was possibly a huge crush for the Original Vampire. 

"Ignite Me by Tahereh Mafi... I'm not sure I've heard of this one before." 

"I doubt you would've, I don't exactly picture you reading a book like this?" He smiled, tilting his head slightly, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth and he handed me back the book. 

"Why is that?" 

"Well... I don't know, I picture you reading older books nothing from the late 20th century to the early 21st century." Elijah briefly nodded in agreement, I smiled proudly at my guess and fiddled with the tassels hanging off of my bookmark. The vampire took off his suit jacket and began rolling up the sleeves of his button-up, I bit the inside of my cheek, begging myself to remain calm and avoid giving away any kind of emotions being revealed. 

"Enlighten me, will you though, please? What's it about?" I cleared my throat, leaning closer to him with joy forming, giddy that he was showing interest in something that I liked and enjoyed. 

"It's the third book in the series, I've read it before, and this one is one of my favourites. Essentially the series is all about control some people have these powers and the leaders are trying to control these people. The relationship of the main characters is what I happen to enjoy the most about it, I love how Tahereh created their bond from..." 

"Why did you stop?" Elijah gently questioned, his face furrowing in concern, I wanted to cringe but I forced the words out before I could let that show. Taking a deep breath, I turned my gaze back to him, scrunching my face up briefly and proceeded to explain to Elijah what was going through my head. 

"Whenever I ramble on to the Salvatores and all that, it's clear that they don't care and I'm not wanting to force that onto you. I'm sorry." Elijah tutted, shaking his head and holding out his hand for me to take. Hesitating for a moment, I finally rested my hand in his, holding my breath for a moment and kept my eyes focused on him as he rested his other hand on top of mine. 

"You do that too often, Y/N, I can see you trying to protect your heart and you have a wide range of information waiting to come out and you shut yourself down because you expect everyone else to do that. I hope you find someone... someone who makes you realise you don't need to do that." 

"Could possibly end up being you, Elijah," I whispered.

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When someone unknown came into Mystic Falls, it was always a concerning event, the vampires were always the most suspicious of strangers and most of the time they were typically right for not trusting the stranger. It was late when I left the grill tonight, Elijah was growing on my mind more and more, and I would be hit with a wave of memories at random moments. 

"Up ahead, there's an alley to your right, walk down it. Try anything-" 

"Okay... I understand." I whispered, complying as I walked a little quicker and turned down the alleyway. I cried out as I was instantly shoved against the wall, my head ached and the world spun around me, I bit back a sob as I hit the ground and hissed as the gravel bit into my skin. I kicked off my heels, not fancying a broken ankle and lept to my feet running towards the street but missed as the man tackled me to the ground and which resulted in blood slightly trickling down my forehead and more cuts forming against my skin. 

It felt like something out of a vampire movie, I heard a whoosh and then a light thud. Elijah appeared, holding the man against the wall effortlessly with one hand and easily compelled the man to walk off and not commit any sort of crime again. I let out a few sobs as the pain sunk in and the adrenaline started to fade away.

Elijah swooped me into his arms, effortlessly taking me to his mansion and rested me down on his obnoxiously large bed. He crouched down, gently cupping my face in his hands, observing my facial features and swiftly disappeared somewhere before running back. 

"Are you okay?" He questioned, focusing on grabbing the things from the first-aid kit to treat my wounds. 

"I'm okay..." I whispered, hissing as he wiped an alcohol wipe across the graze on my palm and watched as he apologised profusely for inflicting any added pain onto me. Elijah was so attentive to my needs, he cleaned the blood and dirt away from my cuts and grazes. Covering them with bandaids, doing what he could to assist in caring for me. It was as he was lingering for a moment, observing my form that I realised that Elijah Mikaelson would never hurt me. He would never cause any harm to me, Elijah Mikaelson would protect me and I knew that I wouldn't need to worry any longer. 

"You wouldn't hurt me..." I whispered, staring at the vampire as he grasped my face and held eye contact with me. 

"Y/N L/N I would never dream of hurting you, you... you're perfect... Y/N you are the epitome of perfect, I haven't met someone as intelligent, kind, sweet, and funny in a long time. Y/N I love you and I hope that you'll allow-" I pushed myself closer to him, carefully cupping his face to kiss the man who had possessed my dreams too often. 

"Elijah, please, never let me go, I can't keep guarding myself-" 

"Shhh, I've got you." He kissed my forehead, pulling me into his arms and pushing himself to lay against the headboard of his bed. I inhaled, holding onto the warm and mesmerising smell of his cologne, I curled into his chest and hummed gently as he rested another kiss on my forehead. 

I felt protected, Elijah was my guardian angel, and he made me feel warm and gooey. Made me giddy and the butterflies a constant swarm in my belly, I fiddled with his hands, staring at the family ring that rested on his finger and glanced to him as he pulled my face to meet his. I hummed as he rested a kiss against my lips, sucking in another deep breath and curling in closer as he strokes my hair, his touch comforting and loving. 

"Can I stay here? Just in your arms? Where I'm safe and with you, you Elijah who looks after me and takes the time to listen and know me?" Elijah's smile made the butterflies come to life, my cheeks flushed red and his simple words reassured me for an infinity of time. 

"Always and forever." 

[nytb]

The code

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An outburst has to end at some point. What Alexia didn't account for was Y/N's reaction, the boxer sure had more than looks going for her.

After minutes of pacing around, inspecting Y/N's apartment, the midfielder chose to sit on a cloud-like couch and wait for the boxer to return to her vicinity.

"There you are" she stood up so fast, anger in her step "I don't know what you thought you were going to achieve with kidnapping me but-"

Y/N stared into the midfielder's eyes and cut her off mid ramble "No" she stated, turning her back to Alexia and headed to the open plan kitchen.

The midfielder was fast on her feet and followed close behind "No what?!" she exclaimed only to have her back against a cold brick pillar.

"You will not raise your voice at me" Y/N stated "And we are not having that argument right now" she glanced down at the midfielder's lips, fighting the urge to teach Alexia a lesson.

The boxer always had had great control over herself, but this specific Spaniard was warping the lines.

Y/N turned on her feet and proceeded to the kitchen, leaving Alexia dumbfounded.

The boxer started to whip a quick french omelette, accompanied by the Catalan's favourite savoury tradition "pa amb tomaquet".

Serving a plateful to Alexia "Eat" Y/N demanded, pointing to the barstool behind the kitchen island.

"You're not going to sit down?" the midfielder asked.

"And get near you only for you to have another outburst? No thank you" Y/N scoffed "Now eat"

It didn't take long until both plates were empty, wondering eyes started to reappear.

"No dessert?" Alexia questioned pointing at the fridge.

"There should be something sweet in there" Y/N stated before she made her way to the living room, she rearranged the pillows that the midfielder had disorganised previously.

"Feel right at home, there's a guest room through that corridor, a private bathroom adjacent to it."

"And where are you going?" Alexia asked puzzled.

"My room" the boxer stated bluntly but as she started to turn around the Spaniard pounced.

"You did not force me into your apartment to have me sleep in a guest bedroom" she stated "Nuh huh"

Y/N laughed under her breath.

"Look closely, the elevator and garage allow anyone to get out if they wish to do so" Y/N stated "You're still here because you want to be" and before leaving she let a small offer on the table "Tomorrow morning, if you're still here, we can have that talk"

"I want more than a talk" Alexia stated but her words fell on deaf ears.

Sure enough, the midfielder investigated Y/N's claim. She called for the elevator, hopped in and investigated the buttons.

Just as the boxer had previously stated, the elevator had a button for the main floor; an exit, but also for a restaurant, a gym and the parking garage.

That surely meant that there was a way out, so Alexia investigated it.

As she arrived to the restaurant, a butler appeared "What can I do for you miss Putellas?" he kindly asked.

"How do you know my name?" the midfielder asked, she sure as hell didn't recognise the man.

"Miss Y/L/N warned us that you might appear, we were instructed to do as you wish, that required us knowing your name" the man replied, his voice calm and soothing.

"Us? What do you mean us?"

"The restaurant has a private kitchen, fully staffed to accommodate your requests, the garage has an on call chauffeur that will take you anywhere you wish." the butler started to explain "I almost forgot, the gym has a masseuse, a private instructor and a physio at your disposal" he finished.

Alexia's face painted the full picture. The woman had never been caught with her guard so far down, dumbfounded at the situation she gave in.

"So if I ask for a 5 course meal right now you guys will just whip it up?" she questioned.

"Yes, that was what we were instructed to do, miss"

"Interesting" Alexia inspected the restaurant, the butler followed close behind.

"The private restaurant is through those doors" he pointed to massive wooden doors that lead to the corner of the room.

"That won't be needed" she replied, entering the private kitchen she had just heard about.

Everyone turned around, three kitchen aids, what looked like a sous chef and a chef stepped forward.

"Good evening miss Putellas" the chef introduced himself "My name is Gerard and I will be your chef tonight" he pointed to his staff "We should be able to make anything you wish to eat"

"Thank you, but it won't be needed" she stated "You guys can go home"

Nobody moved an inch. Their faces were still, nobody talked.

"You heard me right?" she asked "I don't need anything, you guys can go enjoy your evening"

Still nobody moved "With all due respect miss Putellas, but we will do what miss Y/L/N instructs us to do" the chef stated.

"Fine, have a good night" she stated, turning her feet towards the elevator "I'm off" and off she went.

The butler accompanied her to the elevator, pressed the code in and wished her a good evening.

Alexia was quick to press the garage, wanting to check out the "you can leave when you wish" claim.

How had she even missed a button literally engraved with the word exit was beyond her, but she did.

Now alone in the private garage, she inspected every car, all unlocked. She stepped into almost all three cars before getting bored.

The cars were top of the line, an Audi TT tuned to perfection, a Range Rover that cost more than Alexia's apartment and the Rolls Royce she had been transported in previously.

The bike was nothing to burst about, a simple black but respect inducing bike parked right next to the elevator.

Alexia wanted to return back to the penthouse, or at least inspect the gym before doing so- what was stopping her? The code she had to put in for the elevator to open.

"Oh isn't this just great" she scoffed "Stuck in a garage with no cell service" she punched different codes in.

"7009" was the closest she got before the alarm started to ring, red flashing lights turned on and the lights illuminating the garage dimmed down.

"Fuck fuck fuck" she exclaimed hitting the pad, trying to stop the alarm.

Suddenly the red flashing lights stopped, the lights retuned to normal and the alarm no longer decorated the silence of the garage.

The light above the elevator turned on, indicating that someone was on their way down.

Sure enough Y/N's eyes locked on Alexia as the doors slid open.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled "I forgot the code"

"Come in" Y/N stated, not acknowledging Alexia's predicament, the boxer pressed the penthouse button.

The time felt like it was barely going by before the midfielder suddenly pressed a button, making the elevator stop.

"Sorry, I assumed incorrectly" Y/N stated as her hand hovered over the lobby button, a defeated look on her face.

Alexia was quick to grab the boxer's wrist, preventing her from pressing the button that would end their night short.

"It's midnight" she stated, looking at the boxer with lust in her eyes.

Y/N looked puzzled, not understanding what Alexia meant.

"You said that if I was still here today, in the morning we would talk" she stated.

"Alexia, this isn't what anybody calls 'the morning'" Y/N stated.

The midfielder was feeling bold as Y/N's demeanour had changed, no longer the authoritarian ordering her around.

"We can talk later, but I'm here now" she stated leading the boxer's hand to her hip, closing the gap that Y/N had built between them.

The boxer closed her eyes "Stop" she stated, looking like she was losing a fight within. A fight to regain control over herself.

Alexia realised what was happening, she was so close from getting what she wanted and she sure was determined to do so.

"What happens if I don't" she whispered on Y/N's lips, knowing that this would break whatever self restraint the boxer still had.

"Stop" Y/N stated again, this time with her eyes open, staring into Alexia's.

"No" the midfielder whispered again, gracing her hand along the boxer's abs and up to her neck, pulling her closer.

That's when Y/N broke, roughly grabbing Alexia's neck and devouring her lips, not stopping for air. Alexia's back firmly pressed against the elevator's walls.

Without the midfielder's knowledge, Y/N had gotten the elevator to start again, leading them back to the penthouse.

As the doors opened Y/N grabbed Alexia's hips and picked her up off the ground, groaning into her mouth.

She leaded them to the guest bedroom, throwing her onto the bed.

"Stay" Y/N demanded and without waiting for Alexia's response she left the room, ultimately leaving Alexia alone with her thoughts for the rest of the night.

Alexia stayed on the bed, her hands travelling to her head as she pondered what just had happened, pure lust over her body.

The midfielder hadn't even tried to run after Y/N, the boxer hadn't broken her word so why would she do it now?

Ultimately, Alexia knew that she would get what she wanted.

[possum-quesadilla]

New Lonely Remnants chapter, “But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my family”, is here! Please read the warnings before proceeding!

Here are the extras!

- The lyrics for this chapter’s title are from “Zombie” by The Cranberries! Heheh, zombie. It is meant to be from the Shoggoth’s perspective as it sees all of these memories and is disoriented by them.

- “There were other various items as well; a few faded colorful thread friendship bracelets, a raggedy old plush cat, a few colorful rocks, and many more buried under the photos.” - The friendship bracelets were mostly from his twin sister, but one of them was one Lydia made for him when they first met. The plush cat is his favorite childhood stuffed animal (his name is Binx!), and the rocks are from all of the various national parks he’s visited.

- “That stack seemed to be a bunch of family get-togethers. Dozens of kids and adults having cookouts, dressed in similar formal outfits. Photos inside and just outside churches, many people smiling brightly at the camera. Lydia found herself softly frowning as she and Barbara both leaned in close on either side of Adam to get a good look. “… is that… his family?” ” - Lawrence was part of a large extended family that met up often, and went to church together every Sunday.

- “The one on top seemed to be someone taking a picture with.. Lydia thought maybe an old Sony Cyber-shot in a mirror, their face primarily obscured by the camera. They seemed to be wearing dark baggy clothes, posing awkwardly with a peace sign from their free hand.” - Lawrence got that camera for his 13th birthday, most of the photos in the box from that point on were taken by him! It stopped working, but Emily insisted on keeping it for the memories. It’s in her office at Lydia’s house.

- “Bella. Her name is Bella.” - Readers of both my fics, yes his twin is this universe’s version of Bela! She is very fundamentally different in this fic. She and Lawrence were inseparable before he left. They never fought or anything, he just left without a word. She never really found out what happened to him.

- “It was a very young Lawrence, posing in front of a roadside sign that read “Now leaving Louisiana”. It was obvious he was the one holding the camera. His hair was cut horribly choppy and short, with random longer patches and a horrible purple dye job. His eyes were glassy, and he had deep bags and dark circles prominently under them. He had one small tattoo on his arm as opposed to the many he later had, his nails were painted black as per usual as he held up his free hand in the universal ‘rock on’ sign, and he was sticking his tongue out, revealing a tongue piercing.” - He is 16 here, the day of him running away! He cut and dyed his own hair, did his own stick-n-poke tattoo, and even pierced his own tongue. Don’t do all that, folks.

- “ “… Juno got loud. Belligerent. More so than usual.” It reached out to fidget with the end of it’s tail, wringing it in it’s hand. “I-.. he-… Lawrence always had a smart mouth. Knew it would get him in trouble, but I-… he did it anyways.” Lydia saw his shoulders begin to lightly shake. “She grabbed the clothes iron. It hurt… so bad.” ” - It won’t really be specified in story what happened, so I will say it here: Juno was drunk as per usual, but so was Lawrence. Juno was saying rude things and Lawrence kept talking back. Juno got angry and decided to burn him with a clothes iron. He immediately packed his bags and left.

- “… couldn’t stay another second after that. He knew he’d die if he did.” - GOTCHA WITH ANOTHER “I Saw The TV Glow” REFERENCE!

- “There were many of what seemed to be Lawrence on the road for a few years. Pictures of random roadside attractions, at the signs of various towns, of him at bars and concerts and even camping in national parks. His hair varied in style and color, and dark circles were always present under his eyes. A concerning number of the photos had him with a bottle of half-drunk cheap vodka in his free hand. His clothes were always raggedy, and he always looked at least a little bit grungy.” - He didn’t have very much money, but what he did spend was on hair dye, tattoos, and alcohol. Hence why he was always dirty and in old clothing. He briefly joined a band and toured with them, but ditched them after a year or so to keep drifting.

- “One photo had him proudly showing off a bright green binder in the middle of a crowd of colorfully dressed people, his smile more genuine than it had been in any of the previous photos.” - Baby’s first Pride!!! He was 20.

- “Someone who sounded rather… sassy, let’s say.” - It’s Otho. I don’t know how to politely describe the way that man talks. It’s movie Otho, btw, not musical Otho!

- “… always were the most… potent out of all of us, little brother.” - I wonder what this means? Hmmm. Also misgendering wtf Otho

- “With that, the man turned on his heel, clacking away in his pristine black dress shoes until he rounded a distant corner. The sounds of his footsteps suddenly halted then.” - Otho teleported away once out of sight. Our Shoggoth can do that too! If it had enough energy and harmony with it’s host, which it does not.

Tag list: @raineisinkless @c0zmo-writes @musical-fiend @katslitterbox

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[shadowlilly97]

Colby Brock x Y/N

A/N: no hate to Amber. Also Y/Ns from Ireland

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Y/N had  just moved to LA after getting her visa approved. A very long and tiresome task mind you.

She was settling in quite nicely into her new apartment. She loved her neighbours, a tallish brunette that had the most beautiful ocean blue eyes and a slightly shorter blonde also with pretty blue eyes. Sam and Colby they had introduced themselves as. They said they had a YouTube channel and she had low-key been stalking said channel all week. She found what they did  fun and exciting

---------------TIME SKIP 6 MONTHS.-------------------

It had been 6 months of pure bliss for the young Irish lass. She often made videos with both her brother and his friends as well as Sam, Colby and their friends. She had made new friends with the people she had met through Sam and Colby. She and Colby had started dating 4 months ago and she was in love with the boy with ocean eyes and an infectious laugh.

-----------Y/N's Pov---------

Colby and I were sat in the ofice area of his apartment editing a video for his personal channel before we went to a pizza night at Sam's later. Well he was editing I was sitting in a chair beside him watching.

Suddenly the front door burst open and we heard Kat and Stas call for us. We looked at eachother and got up to go see what our crazy friends wanted.

When we got to the front room we saw the two girls as well as a third girl I had never seen before.

I watched as Colby looked at the girl standing infrontbof him for a moment before his face lit up like a Christmas tree. I blinked confused all three seemed to know this girl, but I thought I had met all of their friends...

As Kat and Stas left to "Give us some time." As they put it. I turned and watched as Colby's face lit up and he practically lunged forward and engulfed the girl in a massive hug.

We  all went over to the couch and they started chatting.

aaaannnddd ttthhheeenn

proceeded to ignore me completely.

I blinked.

What the hell.

After about 5 minutes of being completely ignored i sighed softly and slipped out of the room and back to the ofice unnoticed by the love of my life.

I continued to edit and then upload the video so it would be on time for his fans to enjoy.

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TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!!!

2 Months, 8 whole weeks of everybody ignoring me.

It had taken a total of half an hour for the girl, I found out her name is Amber, to undo everything I had worked so hard to achieve. It took this women 30 minutes to undo the relationships I had worked 6 months on building.

She had turned them all on me.

She hated me and I didn't know why. After all I had never even seen this chick before.

To make matters worse I was fighting with my family back in Ireland and they were either ignoring me or fighting with me.

And

My world was falling apart.

I had returned to living in my own apartment full time. I barely saw my friends or boyfriend. I was miserable.

It was the three month mark of being completely isolated that THOSE thoughts came back.

Those thoughts that I had had when I was younger and would be bullied at school.

Those feelings that I couldn't tell my parents about because they had enough to worry about.

Those thoughts I couldn't talk to my siblings about because they didn't take it seriously and just didn't care.

The thoughts that were the reason for me always wearing long sleeves.

The thoughts nobody knew about.

Those thoughts came back and with them the urge to cut.

The urge to draw pictures and patterns on my arms.

To paint my wrists in crimson.

I fought it for as long as I could.

I tried.

I really did.

I lost the fight when I saw an Instagram post of Amber draped over Colby on Sam's couch at a pizza night, I broke down.

I sat on my bathroom tiles watching the ruby red liquid dripping from my right arm as I dragged the blade along it.

I watched not really even there anymore as the bright red liquid ran down my arm and the walls I had once built up, the walls that  had taken so long to come down, slowly started to build themselves up again.

I could hear my phone ding in my room.

I ignored it.

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Sam's P.O.V.

I feel really bad, everybody has been so busy with having Amber around that we've all sorta been ignoring Y/N.

I've been trying to get in contact with her for days. From sending her texts, to knocking on her door. I haven't received any answer from her at all and quite frankly I'm worried about her.

I can see Colby is too but Amber had been so clingy to him since she came back it's weird.

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I decided to get Colby away from Amber long enough for him to go and check on his girl.

Kat and I knock on  the front door and hear a "come in" so I open the door and we went in.

"Hey guys. I just wanted to see if Amber wants to come shopping with me? Kat asked.

"Sure." Amber says happily.

"Great while you girls do that we're gonna film a video for the channel." I say as they walk out and wave goodbye.

I hear a soft sigh of relief from beside me as the door closes.

"Don't relax too much brother you need to go talk to your girl I'm worried about her. When was the last time you spoke to her?" I asked.

"Not for a couple weeks." He answered getting up and walking towards the door.

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Colby's P.O.V.

I went down to Y/Ns apartment and knocked softly I received no answer and I felt even more guilty. She always answered the door

I used the spare key she gave me and went in. I was met with pure silence. I called her name but got no answer.

I started looking around. I finally got to her room and found her curled up in her bed. My heart broke as I heard soft sniffles.

I walked over and sat on the side of the bed. I tried to touch her but she fliched away and my heart broke even more.

"Hey Princess." Even to my own ears my voice sounded rough. When she looked up at me I had to hold back tears at the utter pain and heart ache I saw in those normally warm brown eyes.

I had done this.

I had let another girl get between me and the love of my life.

I had hurt her so unbelievably much.

She only looked up at me. She didn't say any thing. I noticed the pain in her eyes, her paler than normal skin and her bloodshot and puffy eyes, she was trying to hide it under the hood of my pink koala hoodie that she was wearing but I could see it.

I sighed softly and leaned over  her again. I slowly took her hand out from under the blankets but she pulled it away from me.

That's when I noticed that there was a bandage sticking out from under her hoodie, not only that but she had lost weight and also looked absolutely exhausted.

"Oh baby" i sighed softly I could see tears in her eyes and I immediately�� pulled her to my chest, I was fully expecting her to push me away after the way I had treated her over the last couple months and her pulling her hand away, but to my surprise she didn't she buried her face in the crook of my neck and she sobbed. I tightened my hold on her and whispered apologies in her ear along with the odd I love you every once in a while.

When she calmed down a bit I looked down at her, she had her eyes closed but I knew she was still awake.

"How about you come lay in my apartment for a bit and get some sleep?" I asked softly, knowing that she slept better with me nearby, to which I received a tiny nod.

I smiled and picked her up bridal style, knowing I was the only one who could pick her up without getting smacked. We Trap boys had infact tested it. She had NOT been happy.

I carried her to my apartment where I wasn't surprised to see Sam was still there.

When I put her on the couch he went and hugged her whispering his apologies to his little sister in all but blood.

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Y/Ns P.O.V.

Its been a  week, Colby and I had a long talk and everything had gone back to normal more or less and I was happy again. I got glared at by Amber every chance she got but other than that everything's back to normal and everybody has gone back to not ignoring me. I still have those thoughts sometimes but my friends and my boyfriend try their hardest to keep those thoughts out of my mind.

[rainbows-but-the-gay-kind]

things that happened during the two weeks of my show in which we had 13 performances and dress runs that i deem iconic:

- a concoction called 'dragon juice' made up of seemingly vinegar, honey, lemon, and potentially chilli and some other random items. prescribed if you had any kind of sore throat. burnt like hell, but worked.

- during a scene in which the leads would face us (the ensemble) and we would face the audience, one of the leads would make eye contact with me and start pulling faces in an effort to make me break character. she never succeeded.

- i realised on our fifth performance, that what i thought was one person was actually two separate sisters that looked identical. upon this discovery, i spent about two minutes looking between them, befuddled (it took them being opposite each other for me to realise they were two people)

- after one of our shows, when we all came off stage and went into the hallways, there was just a kid throwing up (or actually dying of some kind of cough) in a corner.

- someone stood on my foot during a scene. doesnt sound bad, but they were in character shoes (VERY sharp heels). when i went to my dressing room after the show, i had a cut on two of my toes.

- when my hair got stuck in a prop. we had a rope dangling down from a prop, and during a performance, my hair got stuck in it (bobby pins + rope = not good) and i had to dislodge it while getting downstage to do choreography

- my friend, who was in tech, dared me to use his sunglasses instead of the ones we used in our final run of the show, which was filmed. i did it. my friend who saw that nights performance proceeded to ask me about it, because they were a very different style to the ones we were given. worth it.

- a ken doll that sat on one of our wardrobes in the dressing room.

- the change room next to ours which had a speaker that would play music from other shows. they never played any chappel roan. we accredited this to the fact that they obviously didnt have enough girls, gays, or theys.

- the fact that i dont think i talked to a single straight person the entire run.

- that time in a dress rehearsal where i had to run down a ramp and proceeded to fall on my ass when the entire cast was on stage. pretty sure that was what prompted them to put a grip paint over those ramps.

- said paint on those ramps was not DRY for the next show, which didn't matter, until we went to sit down on them after the show. quite a few people had to get their costumes emergency cleaned by our costume department.

- a scene that required glitter dresses. normally fine, but those glitter dresses shed like hell. i still have glitter in my character shoes, which wouldnt be strange, if it werent for the fact that i didn't have one, and didnt share a wardrobe with anyone who did.

- a quick change i had that involved knee high socks. i had about 30 seconds before i was called for the next scene. so picture me, rushing backstage, throwing off the sunglasses, tie and hat i needed for the previous scene and getting into my other costume frantically. i had about five people who would help me. i always made it on though.

- a discovery i made on performance five, which was that the overalls i had to get into in my quick change had buttons at the back. made it a hell of a lot easier to get into.

- i smudged lipstick on my WHITE shirt about three times during that quick change over the ten performances.

- my friends who came to see one of the shows, upon seeing the guy i liked on stage, dubbed him guntah, as in the pig from sing. word-for-word quote from my friend, "if he had cleared the whole stage, got out a cane and started singing shake it off like the pig from sing, i would not have been surprised". its worth stating that he was in a gold suit.

- when one of my exes came to the show and everyone i knew and had told about him proceeded to bully him at the after party. (he ghosted me for a month while we were dating and im still annoyed)

- when i kissed two girls at said after party.(he could literally never)

- a little group of us that would do the macarena to a tango esque song while we were preset

- the fact that i somehow managed to get makeup on every single one of my collars

- and that this year we didnt have any broken collarbones!!!

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Never let a war criminal from Alabama do arts & crafts

Sundowner x Reader. No smut but still cursed

The two of you met while you were spending time in a mental asylum. You may or may not have been sent there for microwaving mice but if the school board didn't like your cleaning methods than they shouldn't have hired a janitor in the first place. You may have traumatized some children in the process but the infestation wasn't a problem anymore. You can't believe that they requested that you be sent for a psychological evaluation, especially after you were kind enough to replace their cafeteria microwave free of charge. People these days.

Your cyborg boyfriend was placed here for committing war crimes but every soldier struggles with their ptsd. If he chose to pay kids to fight each other and then upload it to world star, then you would be supportive of his coping habits. Like he said, kids are cruel. If they weren't doing this then it's likely that they would just pick on some weaker kid anyway. At least this way he could make a profit from viewers placing bets on which kid would survive the outcome.

You were with the other patients like usual. Today they decided that everyone would be allowed make arts and crafts. Sundowner was a special case so he needed to be heavily drugged before being placed near other people. The man had a habit of tearing people apart. Literally. You sat there painting but found it incredibly boring. You glanced over to your boyfriend and noticed that he was having trouble. "Damn safety scissors. How am I supposed to split someone in two with these?"

You went over and kissed him on the cheek while secretly removing the razor blade that you somehow had managed to keep hidden. "Thanks darlin'. Now I can get these fuckers all pointy again!" He started to chuckle. He then dubbed the scissors bloodlust 2.0. "Hey, watcha painting there?" You didn't think that Sundowner would take an interest in your work. "I'm trying to paint the sunset but I can't seem to get it right."

He looked at your picture longingly. "It reminds me of the good ol' days after 9/11! I remember back when I was workin' in Afghanistan. I cut so many motherfuckers down that it resembled a sunset! Takes me back, I tell ya what!" He the gave a happy sigh. "Tell ya what. How bout I help you with yer fancy painting?" He then called over a patient named Joe and said that he wanted to talk to him about something. A few minutes later and Sundowner was picking you up along with your canvas. He then took you to a somewhat secluded area, away from the rest of the group.

"Better hurry, you have about ten minutes until they notice we're gone." You glanced down to you left. Oh, that's where Joe went. You then dipped your finger in the puddle of blood, not wanting to let your "paint" go to waste. You had soon created the perfect sunset and you then noticed something rock solid poking you.  It was Sundowner. He was getting turned on by literal bloodlust. You decided to try doing something sexy and took Joe's hand. You placed his finger into the blood and then smeared it on your lips like it was the finest lipstick.

"Shit, I'm gonna ravage you like all those villages I burned down!" You stopped for a moment. "I thought it was ravish?" He then threw you down on the ground so hard that you think you broke a bone or two. "Shut it nerd, I'm takin' you to pound town!" He then proceeded to beat his chest like a gorilla. He was about to continue when the alarm went off. "Code red, I repeat code red! It's Sundowner again! Get the tranquilizer darts!"

"SHIT!" he cursed. "Looks like this is gonna have to wait!" Just then security arrived. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" He gave a massive grin. "And what if I don't?" Sundowner then pulled out his shanking scissors. Soon every security guard had raised their weapon. "You have to the count of three! One! Two! Th-" Your boyfriend charged at them with all his might. "I'M FUCKIN' INVINCIBLE!" he cried. Then he was shot down with enough tranquilizer darts to take down an entire zoo. The security team started to haul him away. You waived him goodbye. "I'll wait for you!"

[residentdormouse]

Springing into a Word Search

Alright, I have been sitting on this so long, that I got tagged in another set of words in the meantime. Bad Mouse. Must get my writing routine back....

Anyway, thank you @mrsmungus for keeping my tiny writer gears grinding. Although, this is probably my worst showing yet. Not a Spring girl, I'm afraid. Probably not great seeing as my blorbos is all about painting. It's pretty, I suppose....

My Words: Growth, Flower, Fresh, Dawn, Easter, Break, Clean, Rainbow, Blossom/Bloom/Bud, Hayfever (or sneeze, or allergies)

I will as well leave this as an OPEN TAG because I don't know how many would want to join our constant word search absurdity. If you even remotely think, 'hey that might be fun', please do not hesitate to join, and tag me so I don't miss it!

Your Words: Swim, Beach, Sand, Waves, Float, Heat, Vacation, Rest, Relax, Calm

As always, excerpts below the cut.

Growth: Dammit - you got me. Not one mention. Touché.

Flower: (From Diving)

The larger space was a welcome change from the harsh area they had just been in, and Glen welcomed the sight coming from the large picture window on the side wall. Well maintained pebble walkways led around a quaint garden area. A few trees, shrubs, a couple black iron benches, and tinges of pinks, yellows, and oranges popped out from the various flowers planted around the walkways. Crystal clear water fell in a continuous flow from the center fountain, with a few brightly colored fish in the small pond below. He found himself gravitating closer to the scene, as the others could be heard pacing about or taking seats in the numerous open couches scattered around the space.

Fresh: (We got fresh blood, fresh starts, fresh milk, and a fresh hell. Haven't done a Harold section in a while, so Fresh start it is.)

“Okay, so I'm just gonna jump in cause I don't have much finesse with all this and I don't use my words as well as Glen. And you don’t have to say anything. I’ll sit here and babble like an idiot; you can jump in if you want.” Deep breath. “We're about to get to Boulder. You can choose who you want to be now. And correct me if I’m wrong, but right now, you don't seem like somebody who's very happy. So you can keep on carrying pain from a life you don't have anymore, and I’ll stop bothering. But if we're choosing, maybe you can choose to leave that pain here. Right here. When we hit Boulder, you have your fresh start. You can be the guy who holds up his end of deals, and writes stories, and has fun. Or whoever else you want to be." Gaze still locked on the fire, she tapped his foot with hers, trying to pull his attention. "It's your call, but you have that choice..."

Dawn: (Only one Dawn, and its not great. Can you tell I'm not a morning person?)

The night remained clear from threats and capped off the rain day break as a needed detour. Susan and Dayna were able to enjoy the small comfort of sleeping in an actual bed, safe within their room walls. Harold started in on one of the blank books he picked up, filling the journal pages by candlelight. Hayden and Glen found comfort with each other, while he shared stories into the night. And Fran found the walls quiet enough to chance a visit next door with Stu. By the end of dawn the next morning, everything was packed and ready to move on. One step closer to Boulder.

Easter: Once again, you got me. Guess who's least favorite season is Spring...

Break: (Hey! I finally got one from Close to the Vale!)

Humor remained in his expression, most likely resulting from her momentary stupor, but she held his gaze for as long as she could, only breaking away to glance downward when the sliver of self consciousness took hold. Even still, her smile remained. Despite her downcast focus, she was still able to catch the way his eyebrows raised in amusement before he turned back towards the counter. Holding out a packet in the air, he proceeded to move along the worn down surface until he hit an opening.

Clean: (Not the segment you thought you would get for this word, is it?)

"C'mon, everybody needs a little break here and there!" But that’s what Teddy failed to realize; this wasn't a break. Not to him. What Teddy was proposing was entering a social battle that required constant vigilance. Anticipate the moves, blend into the background when possible, and strike out only with a sure bet. Practiced movements and rehearsed repertoire. Break? Exhausting is what it was, and Harold certainly didn't have the energy to put up a front for that long. Not after a full day of clean up. The thought of the daily activities only ushered in a wave of fresh memories. Sensory recall he wished he could will away. Smells that would threaten to up heave anything he managed to put down. Decomposition. It lingered in his nostrils and he could almost taste it. That’s all that was there for him. Death. Disgust… All things he would put up with to position himself where he needed to. A place to get the most leverage when the time came.

Rainbow: (Only two of these, and I'm pretty certain I used the other one on our last Tumblr takeover. Guess we're having a Harold day now...)

"He knows, by the way. So there's that. Knew before I got there. Maybe I shouldn't have confirmed it, but what the fuck, y'know? I'm not gonna blatantly lie to his face..." Knowing her well enough to predict that she would look to follow after his couple puffs, Glen held the pen out to her voluntarily. There was no hesitation to take it. "That said, don't think she was off base with the concern. Something's not right with him." "What makes you say that?" No humor to it, no jokes, just inquiry. "He wants to quote, show the world who it's playing against, unquote, or something like that. However he said it, though, it didn't sound like something one does with rainbows and butterflies." "No, it doesn't." "So, I repeat. When did this all get so fucked…"

Blossom/Bloom/Bud: (Don't have any blossoms or blooms, but we got weed by god. Knew I'd find a 'bud'.)

Despite being quick, or at least thinking he was, it wasn’t fast enough. As he rounded the corner, he spotted Benny laying down on the floor. A few more steps and he could confirm there was no longer a rise and fall to his chest. A few steps further and the gap between them closed. Once he set down his bag, Glen closed the man’s eyes. The small container of buds was then placed in his hands, much like one would place the more common type of flower. Sure, it did nothing for him at this point, and there was nobody left here to know what was done, but it made him feel better. Humanity could die out, but it didn't mean he had to lose himself or his ways along with it. Not until that time came for him as well. As he stepped back out into the daylight, he took a deep breath of the fresh air, savoring the aroma that lacked the lingering stench of death.

Hayfever/Sneeze/Allergies: Holy fuck dude, you got me again. I think this is the worst I've ever done at one of these...

[heeliopheelia]

IM HERE FOR THE WORST DATE EXPERIENCE RECS HEHE (also yet another loser Hee smau? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP)

Alright so when I first started dating, and I didn't realise I was gay as fuck yet, there was this guy I met on Bumble and he was like In the law department, and I was like ok men who can argue smartly kink let's gaur, so I ended up talking to him and he was really nice and funny and made dumb science jokes (pls note my standards were so low then) and then we agreed to meet in person. So we went and arranged a date at this French restaurant where we would meet after our classes. And let me tell you law classes here ARE GRUELLING. The students legit look like zombies when they come out, but I thought nothing of it and just went with it, deciding that I have had enough of a loveless life. And then I met this dude and I was impressed cause he legit came in a suit while I was dressed in a crop top and a leather jacket. My hair was relatively shorter, like almost a boy cut, and I kid you not this man legit said "So do you have cancer or something?" And pointed to my hair and I was like BITCH WHAT. And that's not even the worst part, like the waitress who was serving us was a friend of mine so I was friendly with her, as I usually am, and this man legit was like "are you gay cause I'm not interested in women who are a part of the LGBTQ community?" Like first of all yes I am gay, and second of all WHY THE FUCK SHOULD THAT AFFECT YOU? I legit went home that night and said to my roommate "Men are dumb" and she was like omg I was about to say the same thing and THEN PROCEEDED TO SHOW ME A PICTURE OF THE GUY I WENT ON THE DATE WITH. Apparently he had a date with her the day before and he dumped her because he had a better date the next day WHICH WAS ME. Like I don't understand this man to this day. And somehow he made it onto the men's basketball team so I have to endure him on our practice days so I make sure to dramatically kiss my gf infront of him. 😎

But if you want a cute worst date experience idea, there was this one I had with my gf on our first anniversary, when we went to a pottery date, and I made this teacup for her and she made a vase for me, and when we were painting the things, I somehow managed to get my fingers smooshed by some heavy rocks and they broke and we had to go to the hospital and I had a panic attack cause I thought I ruined our date and I was apologising so much to her, so in order to calm me down, she smeared some clay in my face and slapped me gently cause I am adorable And when I asked her why she did that she was like, I wanted you to know how I feel when you apologise so much like that. And that was the day I was like "yep I found the one"

YOU BROKE YOUR FINGERS ON A DAYS OH MY GOD 😭 and the first dude is just... NO!! Your gf is an angel tho 🫶

[mythawolf]

My pitch for a Zelda Game - Part 1

A few hours before I wrote this sentence, I read the ‘Legend of Zelda: Clockwork Empire' by Dresden Codak. Now I give you my pitch for a game.

Disclaimer: I have only played Breath of the Wild and a little bit of Ocarina of Time (and OOT was a few years ago, mind). Plus, I’m not the biggest expert on Zelda lore (I know a little bit but that’s it) so bear with me if you please. Also, i don't own BOTW, this is just ideas.

To my knowledge, a Zelda game is always in a mediaeval setting. There’s nothing wrong with that, but why not fast-forward a little? How far, you ask? Not as far as the 21st century. I’m talking about the Early Modern period, something like the late 1700s-early 1800s mixed with the mediaeval vibe and setting we are so used to.

We open with a cutscene. A slow look around Zelda’s room )similar to the start of Spider-man PS4) at Hyrule Castle. Pictures and paintings of her father, her mother and her nerdy interests. Scientific Journals, stuff like that.

Suddenly, King Rhoam is shaking her to wake up. He tells her that the soldiers of the Ganon Empire (who they have been at war with) are inside the walls and that she must leave at once. She protests, but he insists.

The first part of the gameplay tutorial begins. Rhoam gives her a dagger and tells her to run. Zelda is at first accompanied by guards who are immediately cut down by soldiers who look a lot like this but with different colours, no fancy wigs maybe a bit more armour and perhaps a smidge of dark magic empowerment:

If the player tries to fight the highly trained soldiers while playing as a fairly trained (I mean, Zelda is a Princess. She’s got to have had at least a little training, but still) 17 and ½ year-old wearing a nightdress who doesn’t get out much, they will die, because guns. As they run to the stables, they see a soldier ruthlessly shoot a pleading child. This is where the melee fighting tutorial begins.

Yeah, the tone is pretty heavy to start with.

The stable master runs up, saying ‘That poor boy! Princess, you must run!’ then they give brief instructions on how to ride a horse (which is pretty much the same as BOTW). The player can go back for instructions at any time.

As they ride out, the camera shifts to see the rest of the castle on fire and Rhoam fighting for his life.

With little choice, Zelda rides away into the nearby Kokori forest. 

CUTSCENE TIME!!

Zelda gets off her horse and takes a breather to find that some Bokoblins are heading towards her.

She draws her knife and attempts to fight back, but one of them wacks her with its bat and knocks her to the floor. After a quick shot of her seeing double, she puts up her hand to protect herself and suddenly a golden light glows from it, before sputtering and promptly dying. 

She notices some arrows being fried at the creatures before everything turns black and her head hits the ground.

She wakes up in circular, wooden room. She exits the curtain door to finds herself in a Kokori City, a large village of tree-homes, walkways and bridges.

She’s told by a guard waiting outside the hut to go to Elder’s hut, which is basically the largest building. The Village Elders grill her on what happened (perhaps here we have the opportunity to use some elements from a Telltale game in her replies that affect the game later). 

The conversation between the Elders about what to do quickly descends into petty bickering (because politicians).

Suddenly, Link appears behind her, startling Zelda. More telltale-game dialogue choice ensues, to every question Link either doesn’t say much or says nothing at all (I know not speaking is pretty much part of his character but he can canonically talk so let’s just make it so he doesn’t talk that much?) and then says ‘Come’.

Link’s basically like ‘I believe you. Ganondorf’s Army will soon take over the rest of the Kingdom. He must be stopped, but the Elders are mindless fools.’  He says that he will try and sway them, proceeding to refuse to elaborate and leave.

Then in comes Saria, who introduces herself as a childhood friend of link. She apologises for his refusal to elaborate, as he doesn’t talk much. She explains that she and Link rescued Zelda from the bokoblins and that golden light was magic. She advises her to head to the Sheikah to learn magic, as they were the last to be able to use magic. She leads Zelda to the training area and teaches her the basics of combat (more tutorial time) before giving Zelda a map of some of Hyrule (with the location on in the form of an ‘X’. can’t go wrong with the classics), a recipe book, a bow, some arrows and a Kokori sword. She then wishes her on her way, telling her she needs to convince the people of the village.

The player can now take the opportunity to explore the village. It’s shops, training area and stuff like that. 

I’ll leave the story there for now. The gameplay is basically the same as BOTW (like the controls, combat, and living off the land) apart from a few major differences (magic instead of a Sheikah slate, and the ‘Sheikah Slate Ability Select Button’ can later be used to select a spell). Zelda can use weapons, having had some training. 

Guns (flintlock muskets) can be picked up and used. They do massive amounts of damage but they take ages to reload and possibly have a chance to misfire. You can also switch to stabby mode or shooty mode. And different types of handheld bladed weapons like swords have different fighting styles (cutlass, rapier, broadsword, etc). Plus, there is also the idea for leading armies or small platoons of troops (which I may elaborate on in the next one).

A quick note: Guardians are buried all around the kingdom (and in some towns and villages are used as local decorations). Does this mean something?

Finally, I would like to point out the books given to Zelda are in the ‘Books’ section of your inventory. Something that’s in it from the start is ‘Zelda’s journal’. It essentially details the last few months. It goes like: 

‘Father got me some books today. A brand-new thesis on why the Sheikah went into hiding. I heard some of the war Generals say that some far-off Empire has suddenly invaded our neighbours.’ 

A couple days later ‘The Invaders arrived at our borders. Fleeing refugees say they have advanced weaponry, and powerful magicians. Father has sent diplomats and some of the army to try and resolve this, but I worry - most of the army is stretched out across the kingdom, fighting monsters like Bokoblins.’

‘The diplomats have returned - or at least, their heads have. It’s war.’

‘Father’s already greying hair has turned completely white. The Generals say that the troops are terrified of the enemy’s magic, and the weapons they use (which are apparently called ‘guns’). If only the Sheikah hadn’t taken their secrets after the magic purge. Then we might stand a better chance. Still, we’ll beat them… right?’

‘The enemy is already at our gates after only three months. Father would have sent me away sooner, but I have been gravely ill until yesterday. Our castle is protected by ancient enchantments, but many fear that isn’t enough. Even I fear we may lose.’

I hope you all enjoyed this! I plan to do more of these (with more research done and actual planning). This is all just a bunch of ideas mashed together in a few hours. Farewell!

[dasenergi]

@teenakp asked: What do you do in your performance art? Reading your book made me doubly curious about this!

This is a long reply with images of my art, so I'll put a cut for those not interested in a Performance Artist talking about his art...

First I'll say that the performances mentioned in the book really happened. That show is based on a real show we did.

There really was a Lisa Libra who did a performance piece while dancing on pointe to metronomes, etc.

And Shōnagon was based on my ex-wife, who really did a piece about bulimia with all that food.

And I really did that piece with the crucifixion and the lights under the blanket.

The art gallery was a real art gallery, there really was a homeless man in its parking lot who talked to me about his childhood and the hoot owls.

Here I am under a white sheet with a red light. (You can see the extension cord.)

Something I enjoy about my performance art -- you can immediately recognize a Vincent Van Gogh, a Picasso, or a Normal Rockwell painting. My Performance Art style has remained consistent since college. You can see a picture of my work and immediately know it's mine.

But with that said, my art is meant to be experienced live. They do not work well on video. I do not video tape them.

Typically my art is working on several levels. There is usually some kind of a projection on the screen behind me. It might be words or images. There is usually audio which may or may not correlate to the video. It could be spoken word or music. What I am doing on stage typically goes through a metamorphosis, I don't just do one thing. One event leads to another, followed by another, etc. I am taking the audience on a journey. In once piece I gave everyone in the audience ear plugs and had the sound booth blast the audio.

Although I have done some political and spiritual pieces, I find autobiographical work gets the strongest reaction from the audience. People can relate to the human experience more than a message.

I'll share some images and talk a bit about them.

This flower bed was in the lobby as the audience arrived and took their seats. This was at a group show, and my piece closed Act 1. (It is tradition that I close Act 1, because my work is usually messy and we clean-up during intermission.) Here's the thing... before the audience was let in, I was buried in that flower bed. (That's a picture of me buried!) I was breathing through a straw. It took all of my meditation skills and willpower to last buried that long. So when the flower bed was wheeled onto the stage, I crawled out of the dirt to the surprise of the audience. And then I proceeded to perform a bunch of other stuff.

Here I am performing in front of projections.

I usually have some kind of face and body paint as well.

Or a variety of costumes.

If you enlarge the image above (on the left) where I'm crucified, you can notice there's something funny going on under the robe near my crotch. I was wearing a strap-on dildo and during the piece the dildo gets hacked to pieces with an axe.

And twinkle lights! Always twinkle lights, ever since college.

The dark figure behind the "Praying Buddhist Monk Me" (in the image above on the right) is carrying a baseball bat behind him. During the piece he beats me with the baseball bat. (During rehearsal I told him the piece will work only if he hits me as hard as he can. He totally held back. I didn't even bruise.)

And when you put all of those elements together, it kinda looks like this.

[asa-hollandseabrooke]

A S A - P O T E N T I A L C O N N E C T I O N S / P L O T S

Below the cut are multiple potential connections & plots for a character to potentially take up with ASA HOLLAND. Please be aware of any trigger warnings before proceeding, and message me if interested!

TW // Medical Malpractice, Abuse, Murder, Violence

✍️ Write Me - It’s the mid 1800s, and you have somehow been gifted the privilege of a penpal. Either you're from the London/Ireland area, or you simply have a family with the standing to get clothing imported from the UK, for a tailor and his kind but young apprentice from Ireland has been tasked with making clothing for your family. Desperate for some sort of friendship or kinship, you and the tailor's apprentice have started writing back and forth. But you notice the letters stutter and stop- then come from a new location. An asylum. Things get odder, and you hear from him sporadically. He's been sent away by his father, he's being told he's crazy. Experimental medications and treatments. Through it all, he sends art and letters... until around 1888, when it all just stops. You never heard from him again... until you meet a scroungy little librarian in Greywood.

📚 Read Me - You are a fan of books of any sort, and the illustrations on the covers of some chapter books and picture books catch your eye. Perhaps you often go into the library, or are a collector of sorts- or you frequent the bookstore for more titles to read. But one day you happen upon a man painting watercolor in his - and the paintings are unmistakably the same artist. But those books were published back in the early 1900s, and this man seems to be in his 40s... it doesn't make sense. He is shy and you strike up a small conversation... he does NOT expect you to show up at his same spot near the fountain again with your own busy-work, eager to sit & make easy chatter. You are an unlikely friend for a nervous soul.

🙌 Welcome Me - It’s 2018, and you live in Greywood in a somewhat derelict apartment building. You see a man show up one night with moving boxes and endless plants, alone as he moves his things into the apartment down the hall. A shoddy flat is suddenly being painted and fixed up, your adjoining balcony cleaned up with furniture, an awning, and a little fountain. The man is quiet but works every evening and night- or in the day, under a patio umbrella with his morning coffee and a cat on his lap. And one day you can’t help complimenting his efforts. The next day when you arrive home, he has fresh tomatoes from his tiny deck garden that he left for you in a basket. He's kind and leaves little gifts, until he moves away. You're not sure where, until you see him working in the library and he tells you he actually moved to an old house and has so much more room now. He invites you over to see it, too. He doesn’t tell you for a while later, but you were the first to speak to him and try to be neighborly to him. Over time, you are a friend he can rely on. He may even look at you fondly.

👁 See Me - You were walking home when you noticed something very odd- a gentleman in nice clothes with dark hair and dark eyes, bloodied and helping drag someone down a long alleyway. You’ve seen many interesting things in Greywood around the time that dusk hits, but somehow this stuck with you. Maybe because you didn’t stop to find out what was going on. Was it a crime or a rescue? A good samaritan, or prey and their victim? It’s plagued your mind for a while- so when you see the same man working in a library with those same dark eyes, you take a chance. You talk him up, ask him for drinks. And when you can, you corner him and finally ask what the hell it is you saw. Suddenly you’re one of the only people who knows of a very dark secret that the Irishman is desperate to keep under wraps. 

💬 Distract Me - You need something, or someone, to focus on. And he’s always available at night- maybe because for once the library is closed. You know that the quiet artist will meet you, almost anywhere. It’s usually a bar, a restaurant. Sometimes even a late night walk. You air grievances to the quiet night and the unsettling silence of his concentrated and stoic expression. But he listens, and he comments. He talks of his own twisted and depressing life. His voice is clipped and shy. He tells you a little too much- but is stunned when you don’t go running. Often you’ve met in the night, and when paths cross in the day, things feel different. A shy nod between two almost-friends. You have his number and text occasionally but he’s terrible at it- or maybe you both continue meeting for drinks and a little distraction. Maybe that’s all it is... or maybe not.  

[delirious-donna]

I can totally picture the Konoha 13 playing Spin the Bottle, and Shikamaru being a little shit and using his shadows for the bottle to land on the reader every time. After like the 5th time, everyone’s getting suspicious and he just denies is but all is well when out favourite lazy man decides to walk reader home and they part with a kiss🥹

Anon, my darling little angel! You sent me this like a week ago, I read it and smirked immediately. Did I reply like I intended? No. I'm naughty and you may punish me if you so wish... but I digress.

The tension was high, hormones raging as you sat in a circle of the people you knew as your closest friends. Alcohol had made everyone seem just that little braver as the bottle spun erratically.

Girlish giggling erupted from your left, and your eyes swung just in time to watch as Sai whispered something into Ino's ear. Her waterfall of long blonde air rippled as she leant into his side, neither paying particular attention to the proceedings, and it was kinda cute.

"You're fucking cheating man."

The defiant rumble of annoyance caught your attention. Naruto was on his knees, whiskered cheeks bright red as he pointed directly at the object of your affection - Shikamaru Nara.

You looked at the bottle that had landed on him once again on your turn. Swallowing the runny saliva you gazed at the dark-haired male, the simple shrug oozed complete disinterest but that wasn't going to cut it for the inebriated Uzumaki, especially when his equally drunk buddy chimed in.

"Cut the bullshit you sneaky shit. We all know you don't want anyone else kissing her!" Kiba yelled, pointing his wavering finger into your face.

Shikamaru waved them both off with a dismissive hand, crawling towards your seat and pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. You wondered if your mind was playing tricks on you, did you feel the lightest flicker of his tongue on your lip?

Surely not...

~

The streets were silent, only the sound of your footsteps could be heard and probably your heart. The traitorous organ was damn near beating out of your chest. Could he hear it?

Smoke plumed above his head, the embers illuminated eyes that looked like obsidian in the dim light. You shivered but not from cold, and yet he was shrugging out of his jacket. Draping it over your shoulders, and all you could think to do was mumble a faint 'thanks'.

"Don't mention it, can't have you catching a cold, can I?"

Why did his voice sound so inviting, so low that it spoke directly to your navel? Your mind recalled the series of kisses you had shared throughout the night, how the bottle had always mysteriously landed on him whenever it was your turn and how the pressure of his cool lips had shifted with each subsequent kiss.

Standing outside your door, you turned to him and bit the bullet. You stared straight into the face that was painted with that familiar lazy smirk, eyebrows low as he regarded you like you were some kind of an enigma to unravel.

"Did you cheat?"

Shika stepped closer, right into your personal space and tipped his head. He didn't answer, only let his mouth slant atop yours and this was different - so much more than earlier.

He learned the curve of your lips, letting his fingers rest delicately on your hip. It was as if time was suspended as he pressed more firmly into you and there was that flicker of his tongue. The wet muscle stroking your lip as if asking for permission in a way you hadn't thought he would.

Before you could part your lips, he was pulling back. His thumb traced your lower lip, touching exactly where he had just kissed and your teeth gripped the pad tentatively.

The hiss of breath stoked at your fires, and the whispered words he offered sealed your fate.

"Couldn't have someone else kissing what is going to be mine..."

[justiceamberheard]

Johnny Depp’s witnesses’ testimonies, part 2.

It will be a shorter one.

Dr Kipper(continuation):

Dr. Kipper said he had diagnosed JohnnyDepp with bi-polar disorder, ADHD, insomnia, substance abuse disorder, depression.

A text from JD to Dr Kipper saying Dr Cowan (who I think was treating AH) should be "stripped of his licence” and then physically stripped painted red and attached to a lampost or something, calling him "an irresponsible turd of monumental proportions."

Johnny Depp to Dr Kipper about Amber Heard’s doctor:  ‘‘do nothing but stare at her tits and agree with everything she spews. (page 17-18)

Johnny Depp had problems with penis. (page 20)

Dr. Kipper said the chef found the finger tip in the kitchen area.

Dr Kipper said Amber Heard had a headache in December 2015, keep in mind that their couple counselor SAW the bruises during that period of time.

All in all, Dr Kipper didn’t witness any abuse from both sides.

Debbie LLoyd(a nurse):

She didn’t recall ANYTHING without her notes.

Mrs Lloyd talked to Dr Kipper about his deposition.

She remembers that Depp had paint on his fingers(Australia).

Johnny Depp to Debbie Lloyd in 2014: I would cut the fucker(arm) off.

Johnny Depp to Lloyd: ‘’WHY was she at the goddamn wrap party until 5AM...I don’t know what’s real and  what is paranoiac jealousy. ‘‘(page 11).

Johnny Depp sent Debbie Lloyd: ''If you like, you can give me some morphine to see if my tongue and penis touch''.

She saw bruises on her arms(Australia).

Sean Bett (JD chief of security):

He is on JD payrol;

He wasn’t present during any of the abuse;

Bett claims that he took a picture of Johnny Depp with a bruise in March, 2016 and December 2015(me personally I don’t see any bruises on his face). However, in UK he said the picture was taken in April 2016. Then Ms Wass pointed out the date: March 23, 2016. Bett then agreed and said Waldman sent it to him. (read the whole thread).

Sean Bett just testified that he and JJ stood outside PH3 for 10 minutes, then went to PH5 (not PH4) for a further 10 minutes. Then they started walking down the hall towards PH3. In the UK proceedings, Sean Bett claimed he and Jerry Judge were standing outside PH3, then went into PH4 for a short time, and then returned to PH3 where they stood for approximately 10 minutes before they heard screaming.

Sean Bett lying on the stand. Sean Bett in court today: I've seen AH throw a plastic bottle at JD direction. I consider it physical assault. Sean Bett in his deposition just months ago: Amber Heard didn't physically assault Depp. 

Keenan Wyatt:

Keenan Wyatt stated that he didn't see or heard Johnny Depp abuse anyone, but after some time he finally admitted of hearing it.

Keenan Wyatt also stated Depp didn't drink anything in the car. He seemed like regular Johnny. Wyatt didn't see any powders.  BUT Johnny Depp ADMITTED that he took cocaine, powders, drank alcohol before and on the the plane. Hence, Mr Wyatt lied.

Wyatt also claimed that Amber Heard was cold and pouty on the plane, and when he approached her she yelled at him. She wasn't yelling on anybody else. But then Depp must have lied in UK. Wyatt doesn't recall anything else from the plane.

Wyatt didn't see whether Johnny Depp kicked Amber Heard on the plane and doesnt' recall hearing Johnny Depp moaning in the back of the plane. Lucky him, we have it all.    Here's text messages from Stephen Deuters to Amber Heard apologizing for Johnny Depp kicking her.   Here's Johnny Depp moaning in the back of a plane.

Mr Wyatt also has become a victim of having selective memory.

[realcube]

saying things they don’t mean during an argument

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thank you to anon for this request <3

characters ♡ msby black jackals (hinata, sakusa, atsumu, bokuto)

content warning ♡ angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, swearing, crying, adoption  (sakusa’s) & suffocation (?)

kōtarō bokuto 

♡ you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest - you knew he was a bit boyish sometimes but you never expected him to be so childish in regards to a simple request

♡ ‘bokuto, i have so much on my plate!’ you cried, tightly gripping the sheets underneath you, ‘planning the wedding, going to work, doing almost every chore in this damn house and filing all our fucking taxes!’

♡ you momentarily paused to look at him, expecting a look of sympathy but instead getting an eyeroll which prompted you to continue, ‘and all i am asking for is you to run a few errands! that’s it! why are you so opposed? i thought you enjoyed grocery shopping?!’

♡ bokuto pulled his night-shirt over his head as he stormed to his side of the bed, ‘it’s not fun without you!’  he whined childishly, plopping himself down next to you and gasping when you had the audacity to shuffle away from him

♡ ‘it’s not supposed to be fun, bokuto!’ you yelled, completely fed-up with him at this point, ‘a few errands, that’s all i ask of you!’

♡ bokuto notices how your voice shook and your lashline glistened; he didn’t want you to cry so he begrudgingly gave it, but with a strong comment to go along with it so you knew that he really didn’t want to 

♡ 'fine! i don't need you anyway!'

♡ then proceeded to dramatically pull the duvet over himself and pout, averting his gaze to the wall opposite 

♡ in this context, he hoped that you’d understand his comment and not take him too seriously but since you were already on the verge of tears, this simply pushed you over the edge

♡ you buried your face in your hands and hid under the blanket in hopes he didn’t realise you were crying but his senses are just different when it comes to you so try stifle that sob all you want, he’s still going to hear it and he’s still going to instantly pull you into his arms while frantically apologising 

♡ ‘please don’t cry, (y/n)! i really didn’t mean it- i do need you! i love you so much, my life wouldn’t be the same without you! you do so much for me and i am so sorry for not showing you how grateful i am! like you’re so pretty and kind and talented and smart - only geniuses can do taxes - so i’m just so lucky to be with you and i can’t wait until we’re married. please, don’t leave!’

♡ eventually his praise slowly became pleas as he begged for you not to leave/hate him

♡ he does not want to lose you bc of a silly comment he made-

♡ eventually his endless pleas started to become more than background noise to your sobs, so you finally hugged him back, whispering, ‘i can’t wait to marry you too, kō.’

♡ this action lifted a massive weight off his chest and he let out an audible sigh of relief, his grip on you loosening, ‘mhm, and of course, i’ll run the errands, babe. i suppose, it’s the least i could do.’

♡ you hummed in agreement, glad that a part of your mental stress had been relieved, allowing you to finally relax in his arms and perhaps doze off in his loving embrace 

♡ ...

♡ ‘mm, you smell like marshmallows, (y/n)- can i add marshmallows to the shopping list?’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he spoke as if you were making some crazy, otherworldly request but in reality, all you were asking was for him to take paternity leave to help you care for the baby 

♡ you’re not really a baby-expert so you thought that sakusa would be happy to stay home and learn how to care for the child with you - as a couple, as a team 

♡ but he was extremely opposed to the idea, spewing out a much of nonsense as to why he needs to go to work, but a part of believed that he just didn’t want to deal with his child - or maybe, he didn’t want to deal with you

♡ ‘sakusa, how do you expect me to raise a whole baby on my own! they need a lot of attention - i don’t think you understand how big of a commitment this is, you can’t treat it like a hobby!’ you cried, having long before burst into tears because your mind told you the worse - that he didn’t actually love you, he lied about wanting a kid, he lied when he said ‘i do’.

♡ usually during arguments when he notices that you’ve started to cry, he’ll drop everything he was doing to shuffle over to you and wrap you in arms, then whisper sweet-nothings into your ear until you feel better but today, he showed little consideration to your emotions as he continued pacing through the living room while you bawled your eyes out on the couch

♡ ‘i thought you loved (c/n)! you were so gentle around them but it turns out you’re not even willing to take a paternity leave to help take care of them!’

♡ ‘what happened to the man i married?’

♡ ‘kiyoomi, you need to revaluate yourse--’

♡ you wouldn’t allow him to get a word in, which was probably for the best considering he had nothing good to say 

♡ but you were forced to cut yourself off when heard the sound of shattering so you immediately search for the source of the noise and there stood sakusa, his hand resting on the decorative table in the place your framed wedding photo once was - now, it was laying smashed on the ground surrounded by it’s own glass shards

♡ he pushed it off like the petty bastard he was

♡ while you sat stunned, staring the mess he just voluntarily made, he quickly turned on his heel and strolled away at a leisurely pace, 'my life was a lot easier before you entered it.'

♡ that was the last you heard of it for the next three days - you were giving each other the silent treatment 

♡ you couldn’t have any sort of grain for three whole days bc they are all on the top shelf and you usually make him grab it for you but you refused to talk to him- 

♡ you were the first one to break it though as you noticed that he hadn’t went to work for the last three days and curiosity got the better of you 

♡ ‘kiyoomi.’ you called out to him from the kitchen but he didn’t even look up from his book - ‘parenting for dummies’ - causing you to scoff, ‘why aren’t you going to work? did something happen?’

♡ finally, he sighed and shifted his gaze off his book but only to shoot you demeaning look, as if you were stupid, ‘paternity leave, duh.’

♡ the corners of your lips twitched into a smile, which you quickly forced away when you recalled the events that occurred three days ago and the hurtful things he said, instinctively looking over at the decorative table to remind yourself of what he did 

♡ but to your surprise, the picture was no longer laying on the ground, pooling in shards of glass but rather, it sit on the table with a brand new frame - which had both of your initials engraved onto it along with the date of the ceremony

♡ you didn’t need to choke out an inquiry as sakusa noticed your stunned expression and answered on his own, ‘i bought a new frame. i hope you like it.’

♡ of course you liked it; this one was a chic black with silver decals which matched your living room aesthetic way better than the other, tacky blue one did - plus, this one was customised which made you love it even more

♡ ‘i do. i really do. but i don’t like your attitude lately.’ you muttered, shaking your head as you waddled over to the couch 

♡ sakusa was quick to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you down next to him, ‘i’m sorry, love.’ his voice cracked slightly as he whispered in your ear, ‘i cannot put into words how much harder my life would be without you. i just..hope you understand.’

♡ it’s not that sakusa was bad with words; he was just too emotional and overwhelmed to produce a long, coherent sentiment for you so he just prayed that you recognized that everything he said on that day was meaningless

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n).’

atsumu miya

♡ you rolled your eyes, ignoring him and continuing to type your essay until atsumu slammed your laptop closed

♡ ‘please, (y/n)! you know how much this means to me! i’ve been waiting for this festival for years!’

♡ you scoffed, folding your arms and patiently waiting for him to move his filthy hand off your laptop, ‘i do and i’m proud of you. but i have a lecture that day and my exams are just around the corner - and you know how much my education means to me.’

♡ atsumu had to take a moment to suppress a gag at how sickening and condescending your tone was, ‘it’s just one lecture, (y/n)! you’re not going to fail your exams because you missed one lectu--’

♡ ‘you don’t know that.’

♡ atsumu blinked twice, a unimpressed expression painted on his face as he let out a sigh, realising there was no possible way he’s going to be able to get through to you - i mean, he’s been trying for the last 20 minutes to no avail

♡ he ran his hand through his hairs, turning on his heel, heading towards the door and left

♡ but not before peering over his shoulder to shoot you a nasty glare and spitting, ‘you’re so selfish. you can’t even do one thing that’d make me happy - you never can.’

♡ that was the final thing he said to you for the next....20 minutes 

♡ that’s actually a new record for him - usually he storms out of the room, sulks for a minute or two then renters to beg for your forgiveness 

♡ but not today. he was so mad that he needed 20 whole minutes to cool down and come to his senses

♡ but once he did, when he came back into the room, he expected to see you typing your essay or studying as usual since his words don’t usually effect you too much 

♡ so of course he was shocked when he slipped back into your shared bedroom to see you with the duvet tossed over your whole figure, faint sobs coming from underneath 

♡ his immediate reaction was to pull the blanket away and offer himself as your source of heat, so he wrapped you in his muscular embrace, ‘b-babe.’ he stuttered, eyes-wide as he never would’ve thought you’d take his words seriously, ‘are you okay?’

♡ he knew that was a stupid question but he simply asked it to determine how sad you were - and considering you weren’t able to babble out a reply, that wasn’t a good sign

♡ ‘you’re not selfish.’ he reassured you while rubbing circles on your back, ‘if anything, i was being selfish- and nothing makes me as happy as you do, (y/n). i- i really didn’t mean it.’

♡ he paused only to place a kiss on the top of your head, ‘i love you- and to show you how much i love you..i’ll drop you off at your lecture on that day, and take you to the festival afterwards; does that sound good?’

♡ you were finally able to choke out a response but only to explain how unachievable his idea was, ‘my lecture finishes at 5 and the festival ends at 7, and there is a 45 minute drive between the two- you’re only going to be able to spend a little over an hour there.’

♡ ‘and i’ll have a blast in that time!’

♡ you sighed, your lips twitching into a small smile as you buried your face into his chest as you really couldn’t look him in the eye, ‘and why can’t you just go without me again?’ 

♡ ‘who the fuck am i going to play dance dance revolution against if you don’t come?’

shōyo hinata 

♡ you crossed your arms over your chest, internally regretting ever opening your mouth to try calm down fiancé as now, not only is he even more angry, but also most of his anger with now directed at you rather than manager, like it was previously 

♡ eventually, you started to develop a headache from all his screaming and shouting so you politely asked him to calm down, to which he replied, ‘calm down?! you’re the one who made me mad with your rude-ass comment and now you’re telling me to calm down?!’

♡ you preferred it when he was demanding for you to say ‘butt’ instead of ‘ass’ because now that’s he spent more time with bokuto, he’s started swearing more often and to be honest, it’s scary when a 5″4 ginger sunshine is yelling at you, calling you a ‘rude-ass’

♡ ‘shōyō, if i’m completely honest, i have no idea why what i said was so mean and i have no idea what’s going on- why are you so mad at your manager?’

♡ suddenly, he twisted his neck to look at you as if you had just been possessed, ‘what?’ he inquired in a hushed tone, his voice hoarse and oddly sinister  

♡ you quirked a brow, too tired of his constant bitching to pay attention to his tone of voice, ‘yeah, you speak too fast, shōyō.’ you said with a shrug, checking your nails to ensure that he knew that you truly did not care about how he scowled at you, ‘plus, i just don’t understand why this gets you so worked up - i try, i really do, but i guess your volleyball problems just go over my head.’

♡ hinata clenched his fist, realising that he wasn’t going to make any progress by complaining to you. he whipped his head away before storming off, not even sparing you a final glance, ‘you just don’t get it; you don’t understand anything i say and you don’t even make a fucking effort! you just think you are so much better than everyone - well, you’re not! try coming back down to reality with the rest of us, and then we can talk.’

♡ followed by a slam of the door which rattled through the whole apartment

♡ you really had never seen hinata so angry before in your 6 years of being together 

♡ the words he said were far from pleasant and a part of you wondered in he genuinely meant them, perhaps he had been supressing those thoughts for ages and now that he was finally mad, he could let it all out

♡ though you tried to reassure yourself that everyone says things they don’t mean when they are angry, but the tears started flowing on their own

♡ hinata didn’t plan on seeing you for another few hours as he had the idea of heading over to bokuto’s, have a drink and cool down but when he hopped out the shower, he realised he had left his phone in the bedroom - where he left you. 

♡ begrudgingly, he slid into the room with the intention of grabbing his phone then leaving but that went to shit when he noticed that you were bundled up under the blankets, and he could hear distant sniffles coming from underneath

♡ and hinata only has four moods: mad asf, happy asf, loving you & volleyball...asf

♡ so upon seeing you in such a state, presumably because of what he said, elicited his mood to change from ‘mad asf’ to ‘loving you’ 

♡ he pounced on you, causing you to fall sideways and squeal but he simply did not give a fuck

♡ ‘baby! i am so sorry! i didn’t think what i said would make you cry!’ he blubbered, or at least, that’s what it sounded like since you couldn’t actually see him due to the fact he had trapped you under the blankets, ‘i don’t know why i even said that! you’re not like that at all- i don’t think of you like that!’

♡ he paid little regard for your pleas of mercy as you squirmed frantically under the blanket, trying to escape his grip and body weight. he simply continued babbling on about how sorry he was and how amazing you are, ‘you are down here with the rest of us - i just said for no reason. please don’t be mad! you are - what does bokuto call it again? - oh! a humble--’

♡ ‘shōyō! i’ll forgive you if you get off me right now - i can hardly breathe!’

[yanderart]

Another installment in my yandere pov series, and inspired by a few anon requests I got to paint dabi. 

Below the cut, as customary, is a one-shot I wrote for the backstory behind the portrait (Dabi x reader, 3k, dark themes). Hope y’all enjoy 🖤

Tws: nsfw, noncon, hinted kidnapping, inner turmoil. Overall nastiness.

   Staring at the marred back of the man lying beside you, eyes following the billowing pattern of his scars, it was easy to pretend you two were just another couple sleeping side by side. Pretend that you weren’t in a ratty motel room hidden away from the world, on a mattress that creaked with any slight shift of movement, and with the bitter taste of fear resting below your tongue.

   Pretend that he loved you, just like you loved him. Fantasize that it wasn’t the type of complicated infatuation corroded by trauma filled pasts, by bitterness and the phantom of brokered trusts.

  But then Dabi turned, the hitch in his breath warning you of his now alert state, and when his cobalt eyes held your stare all illusions were promptly shattered. Wishful words died on your lips before they even had the chance of being born, the frown on his face deepening as his arms circled around you, drawing you close.

   You tried to leave your mind blank then as he pressed your face into his chest, wishing it was easier to tune him out while he muttered lazy words against the shell of your ear. 

   “What happened, Princess?”, Dabi’s sluggish smile dragged the corner of his mouth upwards, making you feel the unmistakably texture of his metallic staples digging into the side of your face, “Are you lonely?”, He was mocking you, of course, and yet it was hard to not identify the hopefulness that hid behind his jest. 

   A hopefulness that went hand to hand with his need, with the sharp line of his body enveloping you and a rapidly hardening length heating up your lower abdomen. 

   A tremble shook you, prompting you to curse beneath your breath as a low chuckle was drawn from the man holding you. 

   “Or were you cold?”, and he was still teasing you, elated in your humiliation. 

   Because you were naked in his grasp, without even a blanket to aid you or any other heating present in the musty motel room. He had refused you any covers from day one, taking away what little you owned in terms of clothing and citing the fact that you needed not hide away from his glare. But you knew the truth behind his meager explanations, the reasons why he so rejoiced in seeing you exposed and trembling.

   In the death of winter, with the cold biting at your skin and the air feeling suffocating in its humidity, he was your only source of warmth.

   It became impossible not to let out a reluctant sound of relief as he dragged his palm through your sides, heating up your skin with languid movements. Although you were luckily way past the point of feeling any embarrassment at your own willingness to stop the cold, past the point of blaming your body for reacting in the way your captor had conditioned it to do so. 

   “Want me to warm you up, then”, Dabi muttered now at the base of your neck, his breath hot and almost painful as it grazed your nearly frozen skin, “Princess was so cold she couldn't even wait for me to wake up on my own, is that it?” 

   He wasn’t even expecting an answer at that point, just talking for his own sake as your shaking became even more pronounced, getting off on forcing you to hear whatever sadistic taunts his mind provided. Unwittingly pressing yourself against him as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp (dumb girl, should’ve known better than to think you would ever get away), by the time you felt the twitching of his bulge against your stomach it was too late to try and pull back. 

   His hands were pressing you down from the small of your back before you had a chance to think of voicing any discomfort, his sarcastic laughter turned into a low rumble as he proceeded to roll his own hips into you, angling you with ease so that he was pushing against a much more sensible spot lower down.  

   With your face away from him, it was too late for you to trick yourself into zoning things out. All you could see was the dirty mattress you were forced to lay on as he continued to mutter against your pulse, the rough texture of nails diving into your flesh as he coaxed you into following his movements, setting a cadence for you both as he continued to rut into you through the thin fabric of his boxers.

   All you could feel was the disgust climbing from your gut, the burning sensation of tears you hadn’t been able to shed since your very first few weeks with Dabi. 

   “I’ll warm you up, baby”, he was whispering as one of his hands crept up your stomach, tickling your ribs with its blazing touch and making you wonder if you were about to get marked again. He sounded so utterly pleased with himself, so absolutely content, that your mind was quick to conjure up images of blue flames licking at your flesh, of the barely fading scars that littered your entire body. 

   He took one of your breasts into his grasp then and snapped you away from your lingering memories, kneading it slowly, almost carefully, before his fingers made contact with the sensible bud of your nipple. Again, it would’ve been so easy to get lost in that sensation, in that revering touch, if your circumstances didn’t make it anything short of horrifying.

   (But you were warming up already, weren’t you? Your cunt reacting despite the disgust and horror you proclaimed, slick gathering as it greedily prepared for the impending intrusion. What a liar you were, Princess.)

   He continued his lethargic rhythm as his fingers toyed with your chest, teasing himself (teasing you both), before taking his other hand away from your lower back. You were trained enough not to try getting away from Dabi by that point, knowing better than to fight the inevitable, but it was still hard not to feel shame bubbling back up as you found your own hips stuttering down to meet his out of reflex.  

   In his hands, your own body became the deadliest weapon he could wield against you.

  (Yet you’re enjoying this, you like this. Therefore, you must like him too, right?)

   His now vacant arm slid up until he was roughly grasping your jaw. He angled your face down to stare into his gaze, into his scarred face and parted lips that morphed into a perfect picture of lust riddled reverence. And seeing the longing in those orbs was far crueler than all of his jests, all of the degradation and threats. Far scarier, too. 

   “Kiss me, Princess”, he commanded then, his stern voice almost succeeding at hiding away an eagerness you knew lurked beneath. 

    And you did, because you knew the consequences you’d otherwise face. You dived down to capture his lips in a mechanical way, moving dispassionately (or that’s what you tried telling yourself, as in denial as you were) until he took over. Much in the same way he had coached your hips earlier, the hand in your jaw instructed you with light movements until a pleased sound left the back of his throat. 

   “So willing for me”, he praised in a hushed tone as he briefly broke away, voice grave and dripping with desire. 

    And just like before, it wasn’t long before he decided you were well enough accustomed to the action, and then the grip holding your jaw was once more moving downwards, his scorching touch now merely tickling you as a palm pressed against your stomach, massaging your flesh as it continued its path to the same place his thrusts were directed at. 

   Your breath caught in your throat then, eyes closing as you tried to preemptively contain your emotions. 

   Dabi did not appreciate that. 

   “Look at me”, he uttered with a dark edge, a heavy order to loom over your quivering shoulders. 

   But you kept your eyes tightly shut, feeling fingers snaking between your legs and tracing the outside of your cunt as they quickly became dampened by the wetness gathering there. The squelching sound of his digits dipping inside your folds only made you cringe further, so focused as you were into keeping immobile and quiet. 

   You wanted to disappear. (You wanted to open your eyes and moan).

   Confronted with your tenacious refusals to comply, one of his fingers made its way to your hidden nub as a response, proceeding to mercilessly rub against it before he gave you any time to become accustomed. The spiralling stimulation made it difficult not to visibly shake. There was nothing teasing or slow about his movements, unrefined and harsh, yet you thought you could feel Dabi’s frustration at your stubbornness through that touch alone. 

   “Look at me before I decide that just humping your needy cunt won’t do”, he threatened, his own words breathless and hoarse.

   Which did give you a moment of trepidation as you tried and failed at ignoring his assault on your body. Your hands were now clenched into fists against his chest, nails digging into your own flesh while his fingers delved deeper inside you. They stretched you in a way which felt uncomfortably pleasant, quickly finding your tender spots in a practiced manner. 

   “C'mon, you don't have to make it harder. You've been so good for me lately, so sweet", and despite the terrible nature of his words, the slight softening of his tone had a terrible effect on you. 

   His words scared you, terrified you, and yet the backhanded compliment only made you more lightheaded, helping the unwilling pressure steadily building up due to his quick and nimble fingers. 

   You didn't notice his face getting closer, his breaths coming in hot puffs against the skin of your tender neck, but you did feel his lips as they closed against the crook of it, his teeth as they scrapped carelessly before claiming that same spot in a painful show of dominance. 

   You were trembling now despite a part of you still commanding your eyes shut. Inside you, his digits felt warm, so filling already, and you couldn’t help clasping around them despite your attempts at ignoring any unwanted excitement. 

  (Were you seriously going to cum on the fingers of your captor? Of the man whose face now plagued your nightmares, whose voice never left your conscious mind? My, my, what a hypocrite of a whore you were.)

   “Mine”, you thought you heard Dabi whisper as his love bites continued littering your skin “My princess.”

   And wasn't it fitting, how his awful nickname for you was the last thing you heard before his fingers achieved their goal. Two of them were slamming in and out of you, filling the room with horrible wet noises that you had unsuccessfully been trying to tune out, and a third one still insistently toyed with your clit. 

   It was fast, it was relentless, and your eyes were shooting open without your permission as a choked moan finally escaped your tightly shut mouth. You shook while you came, opening your fists against your assailant's chest and trying to ignore the pungent taste of shame as you found purchase on his shoulders instead. 

   From the back of your conscience, still overwhelmed by the shots of pleasure shaking your core (by his fingers that hadn't stopped for a second, insisting on accompanying you through your orgasm), you thought you heard a satisfied hum coming from the man holding you. 

   And as the pleasure numbed slowly, as the sensations turned painful while he refused to leave your oversensitive sex, Dabi was finally exiting the cover of your neck and his cerulean eyes were finding yours again. 

   There was a satisfied smirk in his lips, his expression almost soft if it weren’t for the hidden glimmer you had learned to tell apart.

   “Now, now”, he cooed at you as he continued to force your body into overstimulation, sobs fighting to exit your throat now instead of the unsolicited moan from earlier, “I knew you’d be good. You always listen to me now after all, don't you, Princess", his other hand had started kneading your other breast, left neglected until now, and your body was so unbearably hot by that point that you would have gladly welcomed back the terrible winter cold, “You'd do whatever I ask of you, wouldn’t you?”

   It was hard to think, hard to respond as the last vestiges of your pride still leaked out of you and facilitated his relentless attack on your flesh. Your nipple was being pinched roughly, only adding to the pain of being overstimulated.

   (But you were feeling It again, right? The tell-tales of your arousal awakening for a second time. So eager to please him, to be obedient despite whatever objections you claimed to harbor). 

   Another tug at your chest, this time nails lightly digging in, and you were slapped out of your dazed state into answering with rushed words. 

   “I'll do whatever you ask, Dabi”, your voice felt foreign to you, so small, so docile, “but make it stop. Don’t...”, a sound resembling a cry fought its way out through your sentence, one which neither of you knew if it was from discomfort or a pleasure quickly gearing its head back up, “make it stop, please.”

   He was so fucking satisfied to hear your meek little pleads again then, relishing on them like a man starved after so long of your stubborn refusals to speak. To his ears, it sounded like the chorus of heavenly angels descending from the heavens to reach him. He, who if there even was such a thing as Heaven, would be better fit for the scorching flames down below. 

   And that's when you felt it again, the threat of his now bare cock coming to rest against your pussy. It was a tentative probe, almost clumsy without hands to aid him in his search, and his fingers did not ease their assaults for even a second as you tried not to feel betrayed.

   (But did you really believe he would keep his word? That he'd just hump you like an eager virgin when he knew the alluring slickness waiting to hug him, to welcome him back? You were even dumber than you looked.)

    “I know I promised", he admitted while you felt his warm erection pressing slightly, teasingly, against your slit, your own body starting to reach its second cusp without the time to even completely get down from the first, “but you took too long this time, Princess. You were being such a brat…”

   And it was almost poetically ironic, how your second orgasm hit as his fingers relented and his cock finally entered you in their place. It stretched you in a way which was no longer painful but filling (it didn’t make you cry, having you fruitlessly trying to find anything to ground yourself to as it tore you apart. Not anymore anyways). You sighed and moaned while being stuffed full, finally giving in despite any apprehension, and your pussy took him in and hugged him tight as a response. It distracted you from the shame, the guilt, the remorse, and before long your keening was filling the room with its eagerness. 

   “Maybe next time”, he kept groaning against your ear, now both hands going down to grab at the supple globes of your ass, persuading your pliant body into follow the rhythm he was easily setting, “if you're better then, if you…”, even for him it was becoming harder to talk, entranced as he was by the welcoming hold of your inner walls, “if you don't wake me up, if you aren’t so needy. Maybe then, fuck.”

   You were still cumming as his halfhearted promises mingled with his excuses, as he became lost in his own pleasure, in using you as he saw fit. And, lost as you were in the sensations, you were foolish enough to think them true for a moment.

   Maybe next time, you repeated to yourself as his thrust become frantic. His grip on your ass turned painful as he lost sight of the force he was using, his palms heating inadvertently and your skin sizzling below them. You'd have more marks once all was said and done, more patterns to add to your growing collection. 

   Maybe next time he woke up he'd let you go. Maybe he'd finally understand love was not a prison nor a leash. Maybe next time he would ask for your forgiveness, understanding all the trauma and horror he was forcing you to endure. 

  (Or maybe you'd be the one asking for penance, kneeling in front of him and finally seeing him in the way he so desired. Maybe you would start understanding the dimension of his efforts then, of his love for you that he knew not how to show otherwise. A love that scared him as much as it damaged you.)

   As his hoarse moans mingled with your own, you were too drunk on your own fantasies to even attempt to squirm away before he was filling you up with his seed, your walls still convulsing around him as your body stayed attentive, pliant and tender. His lips were kissing you, licking you in poor attempt at providing comfort, and yet you felt a hopeful smile turning the corners of your lips ever so slightly. 

   So many things could happen next time. And anything would be better than this, right? Feeling his cum coating your insides as a litany of nonsense left Dabi's mouth, his softening cock refusing to leave and allow any drop to leak out. Anything had to be better than being owned, being conquered. 

   (So naïve you were, the only person you had gotten good at convincing was your damn self.)

   “Love you, princess", his head was buried in your neck again, his favorite place in your body to hide in while he slowly rocked you both, “so fucking much.”

   And in his own twisted way, as much as you wanted to fight and argue, you didn't doubt his words. Such a twisted love it was, but unquestionable in his burning desire. 

   Even as it charred you to a crisp, leaving nothing but ashes behind and deadlier than anything his quirk might subject you to. 

   Dabi loved you, his sweet little princess, and maybe if you weren't so stubborn you could start loving him back. 

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Probably the longest one-shot I've posted alongside a portrait so far, since I'm still getting comfortable with the length of my writings (still cant believe people read and enjoy these lol). And special thanks to my pals @reinawritesbnha, @coyambition and @snappysnapo for lending me a pair of eyes before posting 🖤 love y'all !

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