#but I ain't holdin my breath

[spud-works]

I fucking hate Destiny 2, it's my favorite game

[secretagent9]

FINALLY finished the other half of the reigen manga that i started forever ago and i feel like a fool. here i was, seeing all this sweet fanart of reigen visiting serizawa in the hospital, only to find out that that doesn’t actually happen. though, y’know, it’s nice to pretend that it did, so i’ll keep doing that, lol.

[searchingforgravity]

Your Hands (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: You and Elvis go to the Drive-in to see a movie, but you can't seem to keep your eyes on the screen.

TW: Dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), slight sub Elvis, slight mommy kink, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, bondage

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2955

A/N: This is my first sub Elvis one, I've been wanting to do one like this for a while, I hope you guys like it!

"What's goin' on, Satnin?" Elvis mumbles as he turns his attention to you.

You two are at the drive-in, watching one of the latest horror movies, but you can't keep your attention on the film; your eyes keep gravitating to his hand which is currently resting on the center console. Only when he moves his hand as he turns to you fully is when you look into his eyes.

"Are you not likin' the movie, baby?" he questions, disappointment laced in his tone.

"No- I mean yes, I'm enjoying it. I'm sorry Elvis," you fumble, your cheeks flushing a bit at getting caught being distracted.

"That's alright, Satnin. C'mere," he murmurs as he sneaks his arm behind your back, pulling you close to his side.

You sigh as you try to focus back on the movie, but as his hand rests on your hip, it feels like its burning through your shirt. You subconciously bite your lip as you think back to last night when he was touching you with that same hand, making you come undone more times than once.

"Alright, sweetheart, what's goin' on in that head a' yours?" he sighs, slight agitation in his tone.

"Nothing, Elvis, I'm trying to watch the movie!"

"The movie ain't down here!"

That's when you realize that your eyes were now glued to his other hand that is resting on his thigh. You quickly look back to the screen through the windshield, your cheeks flaming.

"Aw, c'mon now, mamma. I didn't mean to embarrass ya," he chuckles as he sits up turning his attention to you.

"You didn't," you lie, "I'm just a little distracted is all, but let's watch the movie."

"What's holdin' your attention like that?" he asks, even though you're sure he saw you staring at his hands. Something tells you that he wants to hear you say it.

"Nothing, Elvis! Can we just watch the movie please?" you sigh in exasperation, your face on fire.

"Alright! Alright," he chuckles as he sinks back in his seat, turning his attention back to the screen as well.

You are relieved when it seems like he's going to let it go, until you feel the hand resting on your side slip under your shirt, touching bare skin, his face coming to nuzzle into your hair. You shudder when you feel his warm breath on your neck, heat pooling to your already aching core.

"Elvis, please!" you hiss, though your mind is on everything but the screen at this point.

"You like my hands, Satnin?" he whispers in your ear like a secret. "Can't seem to take your eyes off 'em. What are you thinkin' 'bout?"

"I'm thinking I want to watch the movie, Elvis! Now stop it!"

Your anger is fueled solely by embarrassment, Elvis knows you well enough to know this, too. He pulls you in closer as he nuzzles his face further into your neck, gently kissing it, making your eyes close on their own accord.

"We both know that's not gonna happen."

He gently rubs his hand on your side, massaging it gently.

"Now, my pretty girl is gonna tell me what's on her mind."

You aren't quite ready to relent yet as you open your eyes again, turning your attention to the movie. He withdraws his mouth from your neck when he notices your change in attitude, his eyes narrowing on you.

"Ah, you're gonna be a little brat, huh? Not gonna let me help you?"

You don't respond, keeping your eyes on the screen, with a considerable amount of effort.

"C'mon, Satnin, don't be actin' like this."

Silence.

"I'm just tryin' to help you. You're the one that's drippin' for me."

You turn to him, your body on fire.

"I am not, Elvis!"

He quirks his eyebrow, amusement on his features at your flustered state.

"Oh, really? Let me check."

"No!"

"Well, if you're not, then it shouldn't be a problem, should it, baby?"

You huff at his smugness as you untangle yourself from him, grabbing a bag of snacks from the back seat. Fishing out a random bag of sour candy, you rip it open harsher than you intend to, causing the candy to spill out all over his car.

"Damn it!" you sigh under your breath.

Elvis reaches down to help you pick up the mess you made as he chuckles to himself.

"Always makin' such a mess."

You roll your eyes as you focus on picking up the spilled candy. When it's all picked up, he reaches for you again, pulling you against him before you can protest.

"Just let me hold you, I'll stop teasin'" He groans in your ear. "We can just watch the movie."

You couldn't care less about the movie right now, and when you chance a glance at Elvis' pants from his tone of voice, you don't think he cares much about it either. Nevertheless, you settle back into him as you focus your attention on the screen.

The torture really starts when Elvis starts eating the candy, his fingers disappearing into his mouth before he pulls them back out; not before sucking the sugar off of them first. He has to be doing this to tease you, it's the same motion he was doing last night, only it wasn't candy he was sucking off his fingers.

"I was thinking about what you did last night," you murmur, your eyes focusing back on the screen, too anxious to make eye contact with him.

He sits silent for a few seconds and you wonder if he's heard you.

"Do you want me to do it again?"

You finally pull your eyes away from the screen and look at him to see him already looking at you, his eyes dark and intense; unwavering with hunger. You don't know what to say, you feel as if you are caught in headlights. You place your hand on his thigh to steady yourself.

"We came here to see a movie, Elvis."

"Fuck the movie," he groans as he suddenly leans forward, capturing your mouth in a needy kiss.

You don't even pretend to not want his kiss as you deepen it, slipping your tongue into his mouth, tasting the sour candy on him. He pulls away for a moment, his lips inches from yours, his breath warm on your face.

"Sit back."

A shock wave runs through you as you lean back in your seat.

"Put the seat back as far as it'll go," he gently orders.

You quickly find the lever on the side of the seat as you pull it up, easing the seat back. Elvis doesn't waste time as he shrugs his jacket off, moving over to you as he drops to his knees on the floor of the passenger seat. His hands instantly come to your thighs as he tucks them under your skirt, spreading them apart as he peaks up at you.

You are completely mesmerized as you look down at him. His eyes are begging as he waits for you.

"Why are you waiting?"

He hesitates only for a moment before he responds.

"Tell me what to do."

You pause.

"What do you mean?"

He leans down, placing soft kisses along your thighs, so light they almost tickle.

"Order me around."

You never thought you would hear those words come out of his mouth, but now that you had, a new feeling makes it's way through your body.

"Kiss me."

He starts to climb up off the floor to kiss your lips when you place your foot on his shoulder to keep him where he is.

"Not there."

His eyes darken as he kisses your ankle, working his way back up to your thighs. He easily hoists your legs over his shoulders as he hitches your skirt up, revealing your pink panties. A deep groan leaves his throat when he sees just how wet you are, soaking through completely.

"I was thinking about your hands on me. How good you made me feel last night with them. I can't stop thinking about them. I want you to make me feel good again."

"I will, Satnin. Gonna make you feel real good."

He leans forward, gently kissing you over your panties, making your eyes flutter closed as you dig your heels into his back, forcing his face further against you. You feel his groan against your core, making your head fall back against the seat.

"Let me take these off," he mumbles as his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties.

"Not yet."

He sighs as he obeys, resuming his kisses on your core before softly licking you through your panties. You gasp as your hands quickly make their way to his hair, gripping it softly.

"You make me so hard, Satnin" he whines, his hands gently squeezing your thighs in response before applying more pressure as he laps up the wetness on your soaking panties.

"Alright, take them off already," you groan, feeling him grin against you.

In an instant, there off as he quickly slips them down your legs, waisting no time as his mouth gently latches on to your clit, his touch flicking it gently.

"Fuck, Elvis," you gasp out as your grip tightens on his hair, earning a pained groan from his throat.

His tongue continues its torturous, gentle assault on you as he circles your clit a few more times before traveling down to your opening and, with little effort, slips it inside.

You gasp out as you lurch up at the sudden intrusion before settling back into your seat. His right hand travels up your body in response, slipping under your shirt and sneaking inside your bra. Your head falls back further when he messages your nipple between his thumb and finger, a long moan escaping from your lips, your mind completely muddled from his actions.

"Taste's so good, mommy," he grumbles when he comes up for air before dipping back down to latch on to your clit, his voice drunken on you, laced with desire.

Your eyes roll back when you feel his finger at your entrance, playing with it softly before pushing it in gently. You take the opportunity to look down at him and he looks completely lost in you. His eyes closed in concentration, his mouth closed around you as he sits sunken to his knees.

The sight makes you groan out as your hands, still buried in his hair, push him further on to you. Your legs tighten around him at he adds a second finger, reaching the same spot inside you that he did last night as his fingers curl inside.

"Oh God, baby, don't stop," you whine as you buck up into him, your orgasm already close.

Elvis licks you more adamantly when he hears you, knowing your close. He hums into you and when you look down to him, he is already looking up at you, his eyes drinking you in, loving the sight of you. It doesn't take long before you are squeezing your eyes and your legs as you pulsate around him, crying out as you grip his hair for dear life.

When you start coming down from your high, you feel light kisses along your thighs as his hands come to rub your legs.

"Let's go to the back," you breathe.

In an instant he brings his face up to your, enveloping you in a desperate kiss. You hum into his mouth as you taste yourself on him.

"I'm so fuckin' hard," he groans.

You trail your hand to feel him through his pants, gently palming him. He wasn't lying. Groaning, his face falls into the crook of your neck, bucking into your hand.

"C'mon baby. I'll make you feel better," you whisper into his ear before moving for the back seat, pulling him with you.

After instructing him to lay down, you make quick work of his jeans, unbuckling his belt and unthreading it from it's loops.

"Put your hands above your head."

To your surprise, he doesn't protest. He does instantly as he waits for you. You wrap his hands in the belt so it resembles a figure 8, making sure to tighten it enough so that he can't get out. After your pleased with your work, you lean down giving him deep kiss.

"Please," he whispers, his hips lifting gently making you feel how much he needs you.

Hearing his beg sends a shudder body your body making you even more wet than before.

"Okay baby. You've been so good, haven't you?"

"Yes, mommy."

You reach for his pants, unzipping him and pulling his underwear down along with them. He helps you as he lifts his hips, making it easier for you. After his bottom half is bare, you just admire him for a moment, looking at how impossible hard he is for you, his tip leaking the tiniest bit.

"Please, Satnin," he whines, his voice sounding pained at his lack of relief.

Lining yourself up on top of him, you strip yourself of your shirt and bra, knowing it will drive him crazy not being able to touch you.

"That's not fair, mamma," he complains, his eyes begging as he looks at your breasts, his hands clenching in his restraints.

"Do you want this or not?"

"Yes."

"Then stop complaining," you order. He groans in response but doesn't say anything else as he waits a bit impatiently now.

Slowly, with your hands on his chest to steady yourself, you sink down on him and he easily slides into you.

You both gasp at the feeling of him inside you, stretching you.

"Fuck," he groans, his head falling back against the back seat.

Your hands grip his chest as you lift yourself up, sinking back down on him, circling your hips when your fully seated on him. Setting a quick pace, bouncing on him, you both quickly turn into moaning messes.

"God, Elvis," you whine, your head leaning back.

His hips softly buck up into yours, craving more friction. At feeling this, you instantly stop. A stuttering breath leaves his mouth at your action.

"B-Baby-"

"Don't do that again or I'll stop," you interrupt.

"Okay! I won't, I won't. Please, baby, please, don't stop. Please, honey," he pleads, his voice hoarse.

At this you start again, slightly increasing your speed, making his breath hitch.

Looking to his hands, those damn perfect hands, you see his veins bulging from him resisting the restraints. You groan at the sight as you lean back, achieving a deeper angle as you both moan out.

"Goddamn! Shit, I wanna touch you," he moans, sweat forming on his chest from pure exertion. You shush him when he says this.

"Watch me touch myself."

He whimpers when he hears this, but trails his eyes down to your core where your hand trails down, circling your clit in fast, tight motions.

Your head falls back again at the feeling, and you know your close again.

"Oh mamma, it's torture," he whines, his head falling back as you come down on him harder than before, chasing your orgasm.

You can tell he's close as groan after groan leaves his swollen lips.

"You better not come before me," you groan, making him whine out.

"Sweetheart, I can't take it."

"Yes you can."

He groans as he clenches his eyes shut, trying to hold off his orgasm.

"You feel so good, baby. You make me feel so good, mommy," he breathes, his words going straight to your core.

It's not long before you come undone for the second time that night, and he gets there almost immediately after you, and he can't help the slight buck of his hips as he releases into you, his veins nearly bulging from his hands against the restraints.

After you come down from your high, you nearly collapse on top of him, your breathing ragged.

"Such a good girl," he praises, kisses your forehead.

You lay your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. You two just lay there for a moment, trying to catch your breath, when you hear a knock on the window.

You both freeze. Maybe you imagined it.

Another, harsher knock.

"Police! Open up!"

You quickly sit up, slipping your shirt over your head and shoving Elvis' pants over his legs. You are about to open the door when Elvis stops you.

"(Y/N), the belt!" he hisses, his cheeks a deep red.

"Oh!" you gasp, a giggle slipping from your lips as you quickly undo it.

He sighs as he rubs his sore wrists before smoothing his hair and rolling down the window after checking to make sure you're decent.

"Good evening officer," Elvis says sheepishly, his face red in embarrassment.

"Look son, you can't be fornica-" The officer, probably the same age as the two of you, starts before seeing who he's talking to.

When he realizes who he's caught in the act, his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

"Mr. Elvis Presley!" he starts, making you have to cover your face to hide your grin.

"Well- uh, hello ma'am," he continues, completely flustered as he looks you over. You see Elvis' expression instantly change as he sees the officer looking you over.

"Are we in any kinda trouble, officer?" he snaps, making the young man look back to him.

"No! Absolutely not. Have a great rest of the evening. I hear this movie is a real good one. Goodnight, and be safe getting home tonight."

With that, the officer walks off, leaving you and Elvis giggling to each other and he pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead with a smug grin on his face.

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[unsoundedcomic]

Whumptober 2024 - 17 - "Nowhere Else To Go"

First part here.

The first savage kick connected with Lemuel's throat and the second with his gut. It was with some satisfaction that this chosen progression caused him to throw his breakfast up across his attacker's feet. Still hurt. Acid dribbled from his nostrils, and half-digested barley mash ran in rivulets through the filthy grout of the barely lit tiles he lay splayed across. The owner of the now sodden feet swore, nearly slipping, but sounded more begrieved than angry.

"Sonnuvabitch!" he howled in a thick lowstreet drawl, "I killed yeh, mothafuckin' pig!" Tainish, but all mud and lips, like they spoke around the canneries on the east river. "Didn't I cut yeh? Stuck yeh in the kidney!"

Some preternatural instinct caused Lemuel to jerk suddenly to the side. The next kick cracked a rib rather than opened up his stitches.

"Your aim," he heaved, "Needs work."

The boot reared back, then slammed into his middle, popping his stab wound open and punching agony so deep through his insides that stars danced. The air thinned. His lungs were suddenly too sizes too small - he couldn't breathe deep enough!

"How did yeh get down here?" the villain demanded, keeping his captive conscious with helpful boot heels to his back, "All midnight and morn I heard yeh moulten trompin' bout up there; trompin' bout and breaking our things! This had nawt t'do with yeh! Nawt t'do with yeh at all!"

Lemuel groaned. The blood poured through his fingers as he tried to hold his insides inside. "Yeeuu… killed an officer of the law. Killed his family. 'M a Lion of Mercy now, b-brigand. If you do evil… then it has to do with me, doesn't it?"

"I done no evil, pissmop!"

A gloved hand dug through Lemuel's hair. His nose was bashed against a knee, shooting sinus into Lemuel's throat. Hacking and wheezing, Lem didn't fight the tilting of his face. Bleary gold met bloodshot brown. Ah, a Bronze. How original.

He spoke: "It were Omen that went mad last night. I killed the Sheriff, I did! He were on the take for John Martin but not holdin' up his part! Omen, he went for the woman and then the children come down from their rooms and Omen broke the littlest one's neck when he wouldn't stop his shriekin'! Broke his neck and then killed all the wee ones! The keddies too! I dunno what got in him; bad glut or krrf or flower, I dunno!"

Lemuel squeezed his eyes shut. "The Lions… think you lot're from the Tannery gang. But that's dogshit, isn't it?"

The Bronze dropped him, stood, paced nervously away. Lem could see the spinning of his thoughts in the unguided gyre of his treads. "Corley is. Corley's a Tanner. Me… me brother. Corley. And he's with your bloody pit men now, ain't he?"

Lemuel laughed around slobber, blood, and bile. "Oh, aye. Wonder if he's lost his mind yet."

The Bronze made a wounded dog noise. His head dropped into a hand. He ground his face as though he could press the visions out of it. Everyone knew what it meant to go into the Temple pit.

"Corley done nawt. I- I wanted into the Tanners too. Omen and I wanted in. Corley vouched for us but that fuckin' Tree said naw. Naw. No reason, only naw, naw. Corley, he'd heard Jon Martin wanted the White Hill Sheriff done, but the Tannery wouldn't take the job, the Tannery is chummy-chummy with the Mayor. Corley said Omen and I ought do it, discreet and professional as tallyboys, and then maybe-maybe the Tanners offer us their mark. But Omen cocked it all up! And Corley got caught when he tried t'burn the manor t'hide it. Oh, Corley! What're you Lions doin' to me brother!?"

The floor tilted drunkenly beneath him, but Lemuel slowly levered himself onto one hip, panting. "Possibly... naught so terrible as what the Tanners would do to him, for implicating them in the deed. The Lions have 'Omen' as well. He was the wright? He threw a brick of something at my head."

"Aye, the wright! The bastard! The lunatic!"

"Then they're both… coughing their lungs up as we speak. But the Lions are just. The Lions have no interest in killing an innocent man." The other laughed sharply but Lemuel let it slide. "Turn yourself in. Confess. Save your brother."

"Like I'd take a fuckin' pissmop's word for it!" The Bronze was no fool. Aldit - proper Aldishmen - could tell when each other were lying. Soud were outside that connection. Lemuel's intentions were as opaque to the assassin as a Crescian's would be. And weren't trusted nor respected much more. Still, Lemuel looked up through his befouled golden fringe, sought the poor bastard's eyes.

"So don't take a pissmop's word for it," he said, "Take a brother's."

The Bronze paused, screwing his brow up in confusion. Finally Lemuel could see his face, guage his age - or at least how young he appeared to be. Barely more than a teenager. Barely older than he was.

And this stunted toad had thought he was going to join the Tannery? One of the deadliest gangs in the country?

Naturally. Naturally. Just like his older brother.

Lemuel released him from his gaze, grinned darkly at the floor. "That lout with me last night was my brother. Three years past we both were serving in the south. Then he was called to the Temple - the big man, the important wright - called to the Temple. He had saved the Amadwe's son. Saved me. Defeated a Salt Lizard! All single-handedly, of course." Always Duane tried to correct people when they told the tale wrong. Lemuel didn't. It only made him feel petty and jealous. He knew he'd had as much to do with saving Will from Shaensigin as Duane had. Duane knew it too. Wasn't that enough? "Then, finally, he got me in to the Temple too. Just last week… he got me in too. And then you put me on the ground. And now I've shamed him."

The room was small. Lemuel blinked hazy half-consciousness away, and took it in. Small, tiled in ancient Rinilian mosaic, lined in rusty pipes dribbling water. An old bathroom, probably. Oh, there was the oatmeal cannister and the dead mouse. His swords, stripped off his back and flung far into the corner. Near at hand he saw a grimy bedroll, too, and a door with a heavy bookshelf wedged against it. How long did the Bronze man - boy - think he could hide down here? Perhaps he had nowhere else to go.

Lemuel looked up at him. He smiled.

"What's your name?"

The Bronze smeared his sleeve across his eyes. "Denis."

Lemuel laughed. His hand was cramping from pressing it so hard against his opened side. "Denis? Partnered with 'Omen' and 'Full Tang' Corley? God's Beard, that's why Tree said 'naw' to you. A proper Sevencrow name is what you need."

"Aye… I suppose so." Denis was trembling and his eyes were lowered, shaded, and far away. Lemuel knew what he was looking at behind them; knew the terrible arithmatic he was calculating.

But finally, resolute, he tilted his countenance again towards the light. "Yeh promise Corley will go free if I come forward and say all as happened?"

"I told you: the Lions have no interest in killing innocent men."

Denis nodded. "Omen is balmy. He's damned himself. And I suppose… I've damned me own self too." He sighed, fisted his grubby mitts. "Off with us then. How do we do this?"

Painfully, leaving a wide puddle of red behind, Lemuel used the mildewed wall to inch to his feet. He wasn't sure those feet would hold him but there seemed to still be enough of Leysa's magical physick in his system to take the edge off his oozing side. He imagined a small sea of Leysas all astride hounds, galloping towards the fissure with magical healing hands extended. "That the w-way out?" he asked muzzily of the blocked door. Denis motioned in the affirmative, and then threw his shoulder against the corner of the shelf wedging it shut. A moment's huffing, a sharp screech of wood against tile, and the doorway swung open.

Denis paused, hands shaking worse now. He pressed the tops of his fisted fingers into his thighs.

"It's never enough," he said. Lemuel wasn't sure who he was talking to. Perhaps himself. Perhaps Riv. "Last night could have gone a treat; perfect as pudding. But it wouldn't have been enough. I can do this now, be the man, the good brother, and it won't be enough."

The Soud nodded, casually dropping a hand to the little knife on his right leg. It was sheathed flush there. Most missed it. "You do best to realise that much earlier," he advised, grinning, "Saves you a lot of time and work."

The Bronze's mouth went all quirked and crooked, considering. The opened doorway was unlit, uncertain. Quiet, Lemuel let him lead the way up the squat, dusty stone stairs beyond it, climbing from one darkness to another.

--

Leysa Adelier was too cultured a woman to throw her weight around the Temple of Song and demand all its services and routines be paused until her injured brother-in-law was located and dragged back to bed. But she did have an earful for the stableboys who had let him take his hound out with so much as clearing their throat. Duane let her do it. He listened with vicarious satisfaction and barely concealed fear. He had to be calm. He was still far too aware of all the eyes on the new Soud Rector.

That was all forgotten when Lemuel rode into the courtyard an hour later with a corpse across his saddle and the stupidest grin on his ashen face. Duane crossed the pavement in six giant strides and ripped him off the dog as though unseating a toddler.

Lemuel knew what he was afraid of: "Lemuel has gone mad again. Lemuel has murdered some poor innocent."

"I saved him," Lemuel explained fiercely. His double vision was cleared and everything hurt. He felt half-asleep. Still he bunched a hand in Duane's robe to make him understand. "He didn't deserve the pit. He was only some over-eager idiot. He'll come back better. He deserves better." Lemuel stumbled but Duane caught him. Black flirted with him in the corners of his eyes, but he jilted it and found his feet.

"What in God's name are you talking about?" Duane breathed into his ear. Old men were starting to come out from Earlich Hall. Leysa was watching from the kennel but stood fast in the entrance, refusing to let the keepers escape from it until her husband gave persmission. They peered around her, trying to hear the Soud.

Lemuel took his hound by the collar, leading the beast and its unmoving passenger towards the Spire. "Come and listen," he invited, "I'll be telling my story. And his. And it will be enough."

[dragondemoness]

Ultimate Cuteness Reader - Persona 5/Royal Edition - The Mansion of Grief (Part Two) (The Boys)

It was a long and difficult battle, but your partner finally managed to defeat the demented cognition of your grandmother.

After defeating her, she let out a shrill roar and sunk back into the ground.

Your partner took a moment to catch their breath before looking over at you. You were completely silent and you fell to your knees, staring at the ground with a blank expression. The tears didn't fall physically, but dark tear streaks appeared on your face.

"So... She really is gone."

Ren Amamiya/Joker

He wasted no time in running over to you and pulling you into his arms

"(Name)... I'm sorry I had to do that. But it was the only way."

"I finally found her... She wasn't dead after all. But you killed her."

Hearing you say that made his heart broke

How could he have let your heart reach this state?

"(Name), this place isn't real. I'm sorry, but she's gone. Once you leave this Palace, it'll fade. The only that will remain is your memories of her, hung up on these walls. And I know it hurts, but running away from it is only going to hurt worse."

His words finally seemed to sink in, and the tears started falling for real

He pulled you closer and guided your head to lay against his chest

"I know you miss her. And I know she was truly a parent to you. But she isn't all you have left. You have me, and you have our friends. Please, remember that. If you feel lonely again, you can come to any of us. It doesn't have to be me, but I am always available for you. Understand?"

He wiped the tears from your eyes and paused to hold your face in his hands, hoping you would see the sincerity in his eyes

It seemed to work, and you nodded

"Okay."

He smiled and gave you a kiss on the forehead

"Good. Now, would you happen to know where the Treasure is?"

Behind them, your bunny plush appeared

He picked it up and handed it to you before lifting you into his arms and carrying you back to the Palace entrance

The Treasure was a photo of you and your grandma dancing in her garden together, as he expected

The wait was agonizing

Morgana warned him that your change of heart may take a long time, and the two of them waited outside of your house to see if you'd come

When you did, he ran to you and gave you a tight hug

Morgana jumped off his shoulder and into your arms, purring as you pet his head and scratched his ears

He climbed up to your shoulders and Ren took your hand with a smile as you walked to Leblanc together

Ryuji Sakamato

"Hey..."

He cautiously but quickly approached you

"Listen. I know that wasn't easy to watch. But you gotta understand... She's gone, hun. She's not comin' back. And you can't keep runnin' away, y'know? It's just gonna hurt worse."

When the tears started falling, he immediately took you into his arms and held you until you calmed down

"I know I ain't the brightest, but you don't gotta keep holdin' all this in. If you're feelin' depressed, you can tell me. Or the others. I'm not gonna judge ya. Ever."

He lifted you up to your feet and took the Treasure before making a run for it

He waited outside your house patiently for you to come out

When you did, he flashed his signature stupid grin at you and gave you a tight hug

Then he slung his arm around your shoulders and took you to go get ramen

He knew the grandma thing needed to be addressed later, but for now, you could relax and enjoy your time together

Yusuke Kitagawa

He walked over to you and kneeled down in front of you

"My dear... This Palace is a manifestation of your grief for your grandmother. It does not exist in the real world. These beautiful memories, however, very much do. But I'm afraid that once we return to the real world, your grandmother will not be there."

Once the tears started falling, he rested a gentle hand on yours as he murmured words of comfort

When it finally sunk in, he took the Treasure and left a soft kiss on your hand before leaving

He awaited your change of heart and once it came, he walked to you and pulled you into his chest

Then he took your hand and brought you to Leblanc, so you could take your mind off things for a bit

And so he can finally show you the artwork he was so excited about

Goro Akechi

He kept a safe distance from you as he recovered from the battle

He was used to killing people, not changing hearts

He didn't want to anger you or make things worse

But this had to stop

"(Name)... this place isn't real. Your grandmother is gone. This Palace is nothing more than a manifestation of your distorted desires caused by grief."

He doesn't mean to sound dismissive, but he really needs you to see the truth

Once you break down crying, he finally decides to get closer to you

He kneels down in front of you, trying to find a way to better phrase his emotions

"I... I should have noticed sooner. I was completely blind to your grief, and I allowed your heart to become distorted. I'm sorry that this happened under my watch. I didn't imagine that I would resort to the Phantom Thieves' method of doing things, but... As long as it works, I suppose."

Once you recover, he helps you to your feet

"So, erm... Is that all? Is there anything else I must do to finally put this behind us?"

The rabbit plush appeared behind you, and he gave you a sheepish farewell before taking it and leaving

He waited outside your house and gave you his signature charming smile before hugging you

He then offered to take you on a date to Kichijoji to help take your mind off things

He never thought he would find himself changing someone's heart, let alone his significant other

But he's glad that it all worked out

[areyoudreaminof]

This Life and the Next: A Nessian Playlist

It's finally @nessianweek! And of course for Day 3 I had to make a playlist!

We love their banter, their angst, their passion, and their deep undying love for one another. To watch Cassian and Nesta find each other despite their own personal challenges was such a beautiful and satisfying love story. For this playlist, I tried to follow a somewhat narrative structure that fell in line with ACOSF. I wanted to represent these two people finding one another and lifting the other up. This playlist also has a fun little bonus track for your fun Nessian writing needs. LISTEN HERE and take a look at some lyrics behind the cut.

As The World Caves In-Matt Maltese

My feet are aching And your back is pretty tired And we've drunk a couple bottles, babe And set our grief aside And here it is, our final night alive And as the earth burns to the ground Oh, girl, it's you that I lie with As the atom bomb locks in Oh, it's you I watch TV with As the world, as the world caves in

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene-Hozier

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, I Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet

Lose My Cool-Amber Marks

I was so full of pain just stuck in my head There was no one that could get me out of it Yes I think the drinking was a bit excessive Just to be frank the drinking ain't what caused me to be aggressive My heart has been taken over Everyday I get colder to 'em I realize need to let go expression from the get go to 'em Feeling it like I just need to speak my brain

Banquet-Bloc Party

And if you feel A little left behind We will wait for you on the other side 'Cause I'm on fire 'Cause you know I'm on fire when you come

Homage-Mild High Club

Please just have a laugh with me 'Cause you know I'm borrowing by now These sounds, have already crowned Come on it's a silly dream Dreaming of the imagery unfound The view sits nice from that cloud

Make You Better-The Decemberists

I'll love you in springtime I lost you when summer came And when you pulled backwards I wanted to, I needed to Oh-oh, to make me better

Andromeda- Weyes Blood

Treat me right I'm still a good man's daughter Let me in if I break And be quiet if I shatter Gettin' tired of looking You know that I hate the game Don't wanna waste any more time You know I been holdin' out Love is calling It's time to give to you

Skulls-Bastille

I don't want to rest in peace I'd rather be the ghost that annoys you I hope you can make me laugh Six feet down when we're bored of each other A match is our only light

When our lives are over and all that remains Are our skulls and bones, let's take it to the grave And hold me in your arms, hold me in your arms I'll be buried here with you And I'll hold in these hands, all that remains

Leather-Tori Amos

Look, I'm standing naked before you Don't you want more than my sex? I can scream as loud as your last one But I can't claim innocence Oh God, could it be the weather? Oh God, why am I here? If love isn't forever And it's not the weather Hand me my leather

waves-Miguel & Kacey Musgraves

Put it out, I'm on fire, fire That’s what I’m about, take me higher, higher, tonight I'm gonna ride that wave

the last beautiful thing I saw..-Paris Paloma

And I looked up, and saw the sun It separated all the colors And the ice, into my eyes It fell and left me blind That was the last thing that I saw The fractured glass and its downpour I felt the blood mix with the water And I didn't see no more

Rut-The Killers

So I'm handing you a memory I hope you understand That steadily reminds you of who I really am

This city's always breathing, I wish that it would die The kickbacks and the bachelors, the fever for the velvet rope The money from my mother's men I'm not like her, you're not like them

Tell Me You Love Me-Sufjan Stevens

My love, I've lost my faith in everything Tell me you love me anyway, tell me you love me anyway My love, I feel myself unravelling Tell me you love me anyway, tell me you love me anyway My love, I feel the darkness on my back

Eternal Flame-Saint Sister

I believe it's meant to be, darling I watch you when you are sleeping You belong with me Do you feel the same? Or am I only dreaming? Is this burning an eternal flame?

Milk & Black Spiders-Foals

Oh, I hope you can hear me All those million miles away, you'd stay 'Cause I'd love you dearly All those billion miles away 'Cause I've been around two times And found that you're the only thing I need

BONUS TRACK: Smut-Tom Lehrer

Give me smut And nothing but! A dirty novel I can't shut If it's uncut And unsubt-tle

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[waywardwizzard]

"Time to choose, Captain Reynolds," Badger said and lifted his gun. "Who's it gonna be?"

Zoë stared into the distance, her eyes hard. Next to her, Simon refused to look at anyone, blood trickling down his cheek.

"Qing wa cao de liu mang - "

"Ah ah ah," the businessman shook his head, "Might want to be nicer to the guy holdin' a gun."

Growling, Mal tried to lunged at him, grunting when one of the henchmen pushed him back down.

"Just shoot me you nuofu - "

Badger sighed and leaned back in his chair, lowering the gun.

"I'm startin' to think you aren't entirely understandin' the rules of this."

He shifted forward, the gun pointed at Mal, his hand steady.

"It's either her or him, captain, it ain't that hard. Oh, and if you don't choose who dies before I reach three - ," he cocked the gun, " - I'll shoot both of them, dong ma?"

Mal looked at the kneeling figures, his pulse racing. He couldn't - he wouldn't -

"One - "

Zoë met his eyes and it felt like the captain couldn't breathe.

Don't make him choose -

"Two - "

Scared and resigned blue eyes glanced at him, ('you're on my crew.' 'yeah, but you don't even like me.'), a question in his eyes.

Look after River for me?

"Three - "

"Wait!"

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Author's note -

Did I leave this on a cliffhanger? Yes, yes I did. Am I gonna finish it one day? Hopefully.

Who do you think Mal chose?

@juneofdoom

[whereyoustand]

i made a buck playlist! here's the top five songs i think are his songs :) lmk if you want the full playlist or songs you think i should add :)

Fear Of Water - Noah Kahan

I mean apart from the title, the song talks about jumping in when you shouldn't or don't have the energy to do it. It's about ignoring the fear or danger of it all. "Can you fix my flaws? Are you a bad excuse for therapy? How am I supposed to live One foot out and one foot in?"

Dancing In The Dark - Bruce Springsteen

The obvious he and Bobby went to the concert together! But also the song being about learning who you are and who you want to be. "Wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face Man, I ain't gettin' nowhere, I'm just livin' in a dump like this, There's somethin' happenin' somewhere."

Anti-Curse - boygenuis

The song talks about drowning and about being the best version of yourself, as a person and as a friend. Tsunami arc was my fave, and I wonder if Christopher wasn't there what would've happened to Buck. "Salt in my lungs, Holdin' my breath, Makin' peace with my inevitable death."

Til Forever Falls Apart - Ashe, FINNEAS

Maddie and Buck's relationship is so important to me and I think it's so underused in the show. Their pinkie promises?!?! "If the tide takes California, I'm so glad I got to hold ya.'"

Karma - AJR

Let this man relax for like two minutes!! I associate this song with him not being allowed back to work after his leg was crashed (lawsuit? what lawsuit? idk what ur talking about). "Why, are you asking me why? My days and nights are filled with disappointment Fine, oh no, everything's fine I'm not sure why I booked today's appointment"

[lacaptaine]

Summer Scribblin'

DISCLAIMER: I MAY HAVE TAGGED IT AS ARTHUR WITH READER BUT IT ISN'T ROMANCE, JUST FLUFF, AND CUTE FAMILY LIKE DYNAMIC. THANKS.

Hello, this is my first contribution to fandom ever and like; I barely write. Just so you know, I am no writer, unless I feel like it. I needed to however get this idea out of my system, because I believe Arthur deserves to feel a little happy for a moment. I'm leaving a link to ao3, but there's also a tumblr text version below. : )

Arthur Morgan has a soft spot for children, change my mind.

WORD COUNT: 2,391

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SUMMARY: He may be a terrible man; until a child comes along. That's where his heart melts, paternal instincts kicking in rather immediately. With that, we see the Outlaw finding himself enjoying the presence of a peculiar youngling, who doesn't seem to speak much.

Humid was the air on this land, almost like one would jump into a pot of boilin' stew. It almost felt impossible to breathe at times, many of 'em outlaws seekin' shelter under the confines of tree leaves, some optin' for minimum amount of layers to cover their bodies. Terrible damn weather.

One of 'em outlaws, 'spite the rather unpleasant conditions, still decided to sit in here and scrawled like an angry, bad man that he can be, his large hand holdin' his pen in a tight grip, its tip runnin' in quick strokes. His brows were pulled down, creating a fresh pairs of wrinkles on his sweaty forehead. One of the fellow members of his gang, whose mouth ain't ever stopped runnin', had a lot of things to say 'bout today's action in the town, criticising his alleged lack of backbone. Fuckin' moron; one who'd rather come in 'n watch everyone's brains splatter all over the walls, at times leaving one wondering whether the numbers matter to him only in terms of money, or with the numbers in question being 'bout casualities. The higher the amount for both, the better he felt, one would assume. The cowboy's fingers stroked over slicked strands of blonde hair as he sighed deeply. He ain't got the patience for the bastard, and he's come to realise that it is indeed better for the sake of keepin' it together if he'd ignore him. After all, at the end of the day, the moron's gettin' real kick out of it. He's just a waste of breath, waste of space, waste of mind, waste of food, waste of... 

Alright, maybe he will focus on appreciating the wildlife, instead. 

After he was done with givin' his frustrations a little outlet, rather than a bullet to the previously mentioned fella's head, he turned the page, and opted for drawing, a particular hare catching the man's attention. It didn't move, so it proved to be a perfect opportunity for him to drown in the world of, uh... bunnies. It's better than causin' more fuss.

Not so long later, a gentle padding of boots against the ground reached the man's trained ears; however, suspecting that it's just one of the gang members passin' by, he didn't bother lookin' up, having found nothing close to eagerness for conversation. At some moment, soft footfall stilled on the grass, right next to him, what he assumed could be someone waitin' for him to speak.

'What is it?' he inquires, rugged voice rasping out, in a manner which one might find threatening, blue eyes remaining set straight on the paper in front of him. The answer, however, has never been granted to him, deepening the scowl on his face. Leaving the questions hangin' in the air was always a lil' bit of a burden. 'Whaddya-'

With a turn of his head, his sight is welcomed by a particular person, a new... rather small member of their gang, leaving cowboy's face scribbled with bewilderment. She stood there, her height barely reaching past his reclined form, her facial structure being an epitome of innocence. Tiny hands clasped right in front of herself, her head bowed like one of a fawn's. 

'If that ain't... hey,' he greeted, having cleared his throat. 'I, uh... You want somethin'?' The outlaw fixed his expression almost immediately, opting to give a child a smile which oozed warmth and safety, almost forgetting 'bout whatever the hell's been on his mind just a second ago. He wouldn't want to scare the youngling with a a mean look; 'specially since he was able to see her own cheeks roundin' up into a bashful smile itself. She couldn't have been livin' here on this earth for longer than five years, though he cannot tell with them kids. What he knows is that the man has a special set of behaviours reserved for small folks like her, and that the poor thing needs friendly faces to get accustomed to. He is a terrible man, one that kills, one that beats people up and robs the hell outta 'em, but he didn't have the heart to just be another mean bastard when it came to children.

There's a case of her peculiarity that everyone's been rackin' their brains about. First, the kid didn't speak. No one was able to come up with the reason; she seemed to hear just fine, although she merely responded with a glance; if she bothered sparing one, which brings another aspect. It could always been 'bout the fact that she were a little one, nevertheless, eye contact proved to be challenging for her; her gaze always averting as soon as someone returned her own. It left several members wondering about the history behind this quiet girl, other than the tragic circumstances surrounding her discovery. For now, they opted to making the child feel like at home. She hadn't got anyone else to turn towards, with the The Outlaw finding the lost youngling alongside the Leader of the gang a few months back. Her wailing, and a couple of lifeless bodies were enough backstory for them to come to a conclusion that the poor child was utterly alone in this harsh world.

With that, the man suddenly realised that it is the first time he's able to see the colour of her eyes, the curious lookers taking in the sight of a journal in his hands; more specifically, scribbles he had done a few days back when he was on his journey through the forests of West Elizabeth; as the pages turned when he wasn't holding them in place. He always had it with him, this journal; something about the world around him capturing his interest everytime, with paper providing space for his thoughts, or even doin' as much as letting him capture quickly what he had seen. Interestingly shaped trees, wonderfully coloured flowers, animals; funny lookin' or not, always ended up finding their own place in his journal. It ain't like he shared it with anyone, it was after all so personal to the man. A child, however, was enamoured by little drawings he did, fascinated by the details of a wild hare on a page, her tiny mouth slightly open. With one last glance at the man, she hesitatantly took a step towards him, with an expectant gaze, her finger pointed towards the small patch of grass next to him. 

'You, uh...' The Cowboy repeats her gesture awkwardly. '... Wanna sit with me?' No response aside from an endearing tilt of her head, as if he were lookin' at a pup. He found himself unable to resist a gentle laugh, even if he were quite unsure of how to go on about with this one. Something 'bout this youngling just had him in her tiny grasp; that much was clear. She needed someone to make her feel safe, having her childhood ruined in such a cruel manner. Warmth washed over him; because it truly is the first since she were able to hold the eye contact with him, as if she were finally opening herself up. 'Alright, come here, Lil' one.'

Perhaps, it will be best if he were to repeat himself, that's for sure. In an inviting manner his large hand moved, tapping it against the green ground next to him, the seat she eagerly took. 

'Ah... Look at you, comin' outta your shell, yeah?' He encouraged further, with the toddler glancing up at the man's face once more, with a small giggle. Then what follows... Silence. As usual. A nod of his head, and he thinks for a moment, feeling her stare on him. "What should he do?", he wonders, scratching his rough chin as he tries to think of ways he could entertain the child... While she ran tiny fingers over the clean sheet of paper, as if she found the texture rather fascinating. Ah, well, it... it's his... Well, private belonging or whatever, but it ain't like the kid will steal his journal and run away with it, no. She is very polite when she makes a bashful gesture of her hand, as if to ask him if she may hold it, if she can use the sheets of paper, and something about it just melts his cold heart, devoid of any kindness, or so, as he likes to believe...

'Here you go,' he said simply, the journal traversing through his hands to her own, because for how long can he resist his paternal instinct, the one he thought had died a long time ago? He's a bad man, he thinks. The youngling skips over the pages with words, a natural instinct to be more drawn towards the pictures of flowers he'd made.

'My, a real connoisseur of art,' the man laughed, but the girl haven't looked up at him, her eyes observing the sketch of a deer with intrigue. 'Not like I'm, uh... any artist or somethin'...' He was a tad awkward, that's for damn sure. He was a rugged outlaw after all, a terrible man, robber and a killer of the worst sort. Seein' small folk like her just makes him... Wonder what makes a little pup like her want to hang around with him. 

After a moment, the child looks up at him with a bashful look on her face, almost apologetic in a way. Her hand slightly raised to her face, tapping her finger against it. Oh.

Suddenly, it all makes sense now. 

The outlaw cleared his throat; right.

She ran into an empty page, rubbing her round nose with fingers deep in thought, before her eyes peeked into the pen in his hand, gaze that the Outlaw followed with utmost attention. He didn't know what to think, it ain't like... Ah, those damn children. 

'Wanna, uh... draw? Scribble a little?' His speech was slow, giving her the time to observe the movements of his lips. The pen was raised, its tip drawing circles in the air, while he pointed at the journal in the child's hand. Trying his best to make an attempt at finding a different way to speak and help her understand his intentions, past the verbal communication, he saw the child next to him lighting up all of sudden, a reaction that got him smilin'. Smilin' to a point where his cheeks hurt. She perked up, like little, baby deer, and it took all his strength to not melt as her tiny fingers took the extended pen out of his large hand.

This precious thing was overjoyed, that much he could see. It's like the pen transferred an energy that's been waitin' for its release since the day she was born. The child doodled, using the simplest shapes to portray different creations of nature. A big tree on the left, with a sizeable flower that reached half of its height; a smiling cat with three whiskers on each side of its muzzle, probably havin' in mind a feline that she may have seen at some point in her life; equally just as big, and a little house. The Outlaw, normally, wouldn't have it within him to just let someone scribble all over his belonging, but god damn it. It's a child. Ain't like they got much paper lyin' around for free use. If that means seein' a the little duckling happy, so be it...

The man saw a red squirrel running right in front of them, stoppin' every once in a while to check the surroundings. And of course, he didn't have the heart to stop the little artist in the heat of her passion, but he couldn't let the opportunity for her to see the curious animal just pass! He nudged the girl gently, just on her arm, and pointed at the rodent that tried to jump over the tree. It took her a moment, her eyes being squinted in focus, before relaxing when she saw it. 

'Look'at it go, almost as tiny as you!' The man laughed gently, lookin' down at her once more, seein' that she's already traced the lines which resemble the squirrel; the girl havin' made sure to emphasize long ears and fluffy tail. The animal on the paper was almost as huge as the cat next to it. He's a bad man, and yet, he couldn't resist the smile that's been plastered on his face for a good few minutes now. She may not have been as expressive as other children he'd see, but when the baby giggled, when her lips curled up, or even when she did as much as she scrunched her nose in focus; warmth washed over his cold, cold and, once again, cold heart. It's like the girl melted it, and stole it, the precious little thing she was, paternal instincts resurfacing within him once more.

And then; just like that, he saw a sketch, and his eyes widened slightly. On a page he sees a drawing of a person... A man with a beard, a hat on his head, with a scarf wrapped aroung his neck, and the widest damn smile on his face, like the one of a fool's. The Outlaw wiped his mustache, taking into his hands the journal she had extended to him, with that expectant look on her face. She waited for that nod of approval, needing it more than anything at this moment; an approval that he, this rugged man, granted. Of course, he knew who that fella on the page was; it were him, or, how the toddler saw him as. A big fella with a hat, who smiles at her widely. He wasn't an outlaw to her, or a goddamn cowboy. To the girl, he was just a nice man who let her draw in his journal, who kept her safe from dangers of cruel world, which took her childhood. Possibly the first person she had approached on her own ever since she found herself in the gang. 

And that is something he couldn't wrap his head around. How is it possible, that he; a person so terrible as he is, was the one that this kid somehow wasn't threatened by?

And god, why was he smiling so much? He cannot tell. 

What he can tell, however, he hasn't done that for so long. 

And that her own smile, he wants to protect. 

[rviner]

@ofwrxth

Take three? Seriously? I don't even fuck my girl this often

It's been a while, ain't it? I don't know what I expected. I shoulda known your face would show up again. Damn, I guess this means I gotta scope up again. Put a lyrical AK on my shoulder, fuck around and aim those sights right on ya.

I'll be honest, I wasn't gonna bother 'cause I'll be honest, I'm getting real bored of ya. Dumbass, I didn't talk shit about your mama, I was askin' you why you never called her. You're lucky my sister got a good sense of humor, she was laughing at the shit you said about her. I'm not. There's a lot of shit that I can take as a joke, your career, your beats, the fact I heard you've gone broke. I know you did this for a reaction and honestly, I didn't wanna drop myself to your standards. But how you gonna rap about my sister when you ain't even met her. Don't even have the decency to spit on a hard beat about her. Didn't even have any hard bars about her. Real original, calling a woman a bitch but I guess you got a lot of shit in common with 'em, huh?

I guess you really want me to talk about the shit you keep buried. The way you search soundcloud for low view artists, your lil notepad and pen so you can scribble down their lyrics. Did you forget that night we got high you couldn't handle your liquor? One sip of vodka and you started cryin' on my shoulder, Said Ri I wish I could be just like ya, how do you make it look so easy?

Well, bitch, you should learn some music theory.

Jesus, man. We need to be careful, you should try and be better 'cause this is startin' to get a lil gay, it's like you're writing me love letters. I'm flattered that you got a crush on me. Next to your stolen lyrics you probably got a heart around "Lil Ri."

Remember the time you had to pay to get your face on a talk show? Shit, man. I get so many invites, I can't even go. Or maybe we need to talk about you payin' for a song on the radio. I'm just getting started man, let's go. Maybe now you're gonna see that I've been real nice to ya. I didn't bring up the girls waitin' to come speak up about ya. You keep those pop punk stereotypes true, huh? Your favorite note is A Minor.

That's why I stopped fuckin' with you, you piece of shit. Heard about the shit you did and knew if I stuck around, I was gonna commit. Murder. I hate ya. I hope you go into hiding after this. I think the world deserves some peace after this. and I'll be honest, I don't think you'll be missed 'cause if we need to listen to some trash, all your songs still exist.

Guess this still won't be enough for you. Guess you can't get enough of...me.

I'll probably see you next time You can stop holdin' your breath now 'cause I said it.

[smilingmxsk]

Trauma :3

Trust Building/Uncomfortable Bonding Memes

The Fixer bites her lip. Blood lines the edges of her cuticles and cake beneath her claws, the result of a recent encounter that turned violent sometime earlier. They now sat in one of the many apartment buildings of Gotham to remain unbothered. Some place one of the Rogues loaned to Otis a while ago.

Margaret eyes her nails, examining how easily the aging blood nestled away in the corners while she held her mask in the other hand. Replaying in her mind how easy it was to tear into that man's throat. It made her recall the talk that she and the Rogue had, and she remembered how vague she was getting into any further details about her condition. How much those memories still haunted her to this day. But the key to understanding someone was when they talked out their problems, right? He'd stuck with her this far, didn't call her crazy or a lunatic... he was accepting of her. Even if she was a lingering danger all the same. He respected and trusted her enough to tell his piece, so...

"...Y'know, we never asked fo' this." She began, dropping her hand over her lap.

"Bein' stuck like this... Wasn't her idea, originally. I..." Just start from the beginning. Out with it! Come on!

"...I used t' be in a syndicate when I was younger. Was part ov' it til I was grown. Til I was twenny-one. Same syndicate dat... a good friend o' mine was from too. 'S where we met. Dere was... one night in my city where I was makin' a snack run. An' I fucked up. We have dese nights called th' Black Hour. Fo' one hour, all th' power in th' city cuts out. All hell's free t' break loose and do whatevah th' fuck it wants. People run fo' th' nearest buildin' t' seek shelter or... to kick down th' door ov' some unfortunate folks who ain't changed th' screws in th' locks. Think ov' it as... self-moderated population checks. 'S how my friend used ta' put it.

Eitha way... I found myself caught out in th' Black Hour... an' das when they grabbed me. I couldn't see 'em no way. Couldn't defend myself cuz I had a rag full o' chloroform coverin' my face. Next thing I know I'm..." The young woman takes a breath and visibly shudders, now gripping both arms to still the shaking. It barely helps.

"I don't think dere's a moment in my life dat tops bein' abducted, gagged, tied down, an' dressed in a fuckin' white gown like I'm some precious offerin', Otis. I done a lotta shit, seen a lotta shit. Nothin' tops dat. Not yet."

You're not crying. Stop it. There's nothing to cry for anymore. That part of you is gone now. The Fixer's voice began to strain with emotions, if only for a moment. But she was quick to swallow and correct it. Just a little longer. Finish it.

"...I couldn't see nothin' at first, but I could hear 'em. Jus'... fuckin' singin'! Singin' ov' all things! I woulda preferred just some crazy ass scriptures! But naw they jus'—! A-an' then... An' then dey lifted th' fuckin' blindfold an' I wish they kept it on me. I could see 'em, all ov' 'em. Buncha cultists in white n' gold wearin' hoods n' dese... blank masks. An' den dere was one closest to me wearin' full gold... wit' a gold mask standin' at an altar... Holdin' that goddamn knife.

I wanted to go home. Wherever home even was at dat time. I didn't know where th' fuck I was or if I was even still in th' city... I thought I was gonna die, Otis. Thought I was gonna die fo' some freaks' sick fuckin' fantasy. I still think I did sometimes. He went right fo' th' heart, an' yet... I woke up in th' alleyway. Wit'h' dis." She tapped on the mask. "... An' her." Then her finger tapped on one side of her chest.

Finally, she took a shakey breath and quickly put her hand to her face the moment she saw her vision begin to blur and felt cold welling just at the corners of her eyes.

"God... fuckin' dammit. I knew I'd fuckin' start goin' again—

Jus'— jus' don't mind me, aight? 'M fine. I jus'... I felt like y' needed t' know dat. Where it started or... whatever..."

[youmustfixyourheartt]

do you guys ever think about melanie king because "salt in my lungs, holdin my breath, making peace with my inevitable death. i guess i did alright considering, tried to be a halfway decent friend."

and and

"what's your best secret? you can trust me. you're hanging beside me on the same tight clothesline. here's my best secret: i keep hoping im not dirty laundry til my tears all soak in"

AND AND

"messages keep gettin clearer, radio's on and i'm movin round my place, i check my look in the mirror, wanna change my clothes my hair my face, man i ain't gettin nowhere, im just livin in a dump like this, there's somethin happenin somewhere, baby i just know that there is"

[multi-lefaiye]

She never believed in God, as far as anyone knew. Of course, she could act the part of devout until her face turned blue, but it was all just that. An act. And not a particularly good one either.

He asked her about it once, while they were sitting at the shores of the creek, dangling their bare feet into the icy water. She snorted, shooting him a wry look.

"God ain't got a plan for you or me," she told him, "so I don't see why I should care. I ain't holdin' my breath waitin' to see what the old man has in store, when there's so much that needs fixin' here and now."

She laughed, then, her thick black curls shaking with each giggle as they shone in the sun.

Quietly, he thought it looked like a halo.

[heartscfvalor]

Songs to Write My Muse. Whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick ten songs that give you the urge, the drive or the creativity to write for your muse!

Frank Hardy

Dial Drunk by Noah Kahan ft Post Malone: And I said I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown // In the name of someone I no longer know // For the shame of bein' young, drunk, and alone // Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

Unalive by Braden Ross: I wanna die // No, not literally, fuck // Just wanna cry // ‘Cause I hate the way I look // I’ll realign my spine and hide inside the bassline // Anything I can do to feel unalive

Panic Attacks in Paradise by Ashnikko: It's a big joke // Ha-ha, I love laughin' // It's a big hoax // You're self-help happy // 'Cause I'm okay // I'm pure propane // On an open flame // Watch me blow up

The Kid I Used to Know by Arrested Youth: So long to the kid that I used to know // So long to the place that I used to go // I'm not an R.I.P. I'm not another sick, sad tragedy

It's Called Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise: Like, you could let it all go // You could let it all go // It's called "freefall" // It's called "freefall" // You could let it all go // You could let it all go // 'Cause ain't shit free but fallin' out // That shit's easy, let me show you how, it's like

Hungover in the City of Dust by Autoheart: Feeling moody, dark and heavy // There's no feeling in my left arm // Resonance is far away // Try to complicate my thinking // Am I falling? Am I sinking?

One of the Drunks by Panic! at the Disco: This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks // This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks // Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb // This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks

The Monster by Eminem feat. Rihanna: I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed // Get along with the voices inside of my head // You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath // And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Chronically Cautious by Braden Bales: So, if I'm honest // I think I'm beginning to question how much I want this // Overloaded serial stresser, I'm sitting nauseous // Panic on a loop in my head, I'm chronically cautious // How can I get off this?

Harder to Fake It by Hollow Coves: So come on, give it up, you rely on the scene // Now your time's running up, it's getting late // It's getting harder to fake it // And the tides coming up // So dive in, don't wastе it, time's racing

Swiped from: @angelsandemons Tagging: @depictedblue @lettherebemonsters @minxchester @hcpefell @loyalhearts

[thedeviltohisangel]

Fancam Tag

Rules: Pick 5 songs you think would be used for fancam videos if your OC was canon and tag 5 people.

Thanks @prettyinlimegreenboots for the tag! I chose to do Cass for this one but can do others if anyone wishes...

BODYGUARD - Beyonce

“They couldn't catch you (with me)/And they never will (you see)/Sometimes I hold you closer/Just to know you're real (ah-ah)/Tell me your problems (I got you)/I take how you feel (huh)/I show you an exit/When you're restless, I take the wheel

Cover Me Up - Morgan Wallen

And the old lover's sing/"I thought it'd be me who helped him get home"/But home was a dream/One that I'd never seen 'til you came along

But Daddy I Love Him - Taylor Swift

Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid/Tendrils tucked into a woven braid/Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all/He was chaos, he was revelry/Bedroom eyes like a remedy

Joy Of My Life - Chris Stapleton

First time that I saw you/You took my breath away/I might not get to Heaven/But I walked with the angels that day

Hell Of A View - Eric Church

This ain't for everybody/Toes hanging off the ledge/Like we got nothin' to lose/Ain't always heaven, baby/This livin' on the edge/You holdin' me holdin' you/It's a hell of a view

No pressure tag: @gloryofroses19 @karasnonsense99 @claireelizabeth85 @b17boys @softspeirs @luminouslywriting @kteague @mads-weasley

[going2thespecialhell]

"Aiming To Misbehave" (RP w/ @parcxysm )

Captain Mal Reynolds let out a satisfied sigh.

Fate was feeling generous, and had dealt him a winning hand: Serenity was purring like a kitten, provisions were full-up, and he, along with his crew, had just pulled off a particularly well-paying hauling job. It'd been stressful for everyone, with a lot of literal heavy-lifting, but now, as they were flush with the fruits of their labors, he and his crew were able to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet.

"Cap'n?"

Another sigh, this time dressed in resignation. It was nice while it lasted.

"I was just ponderin': what could possibly disrupt this most serene moment?" Mal asked rhetorically as he sat up and focused his eyes on Jayne Cobb.

"Guess it's me!" Jayne replied, almost proud to have the distinction. "Wash told me to holler at ya; got a call on the Cortex from Camellia. Says she's lookin' for a lift."

Mal perked up a bit. "Camellia! Zhè shì lìng rén xīngfèn de xiāoxī!" he exclaimed as he stood. "Haven't heard from her in a spell. Grapevine said she'd been hooked on Bellerophon. Should've known; seems like nothing holds her down."

"Well, I certainly wouldn't mind holdin'-"

"Jayne, for the sake of my knuckles and your jaw, don't finish that thought." With a departing friendly slap on the shoulder applied with a bit more force than usual, Mal passed Jayne and made his way up to the cockpit.

Once he entered, he found Wash in the pilot's seat and Zoe sitting across from him. "So, a little Jayne tells me we're pickin' up Camellia. Where is she?"

"Bernadette," Wash replied, "and we're already on our way."

"Let her know we're-"

"Already did, Cap'n," Wash interrupted, smiling proudly at his initiative.

"You're the best."

"Aww, Mal; I'm all a-blush."

"No flirting with my man, sir," Zoe said, smirking playfully.

A day later, Serenity slowly set down in the New Paris spaceport, and within minutes, Mal, Kaylee Frye, Jayne, and Simon Tam, accompanied by his sister River, were disembarking and making their way to meet with Camellia.

"The air is off. Smells bad, like spoiled food and lies," River muttered.

"They always sling the worst chow closest to the spaceport," Jayne replied.

"Well then, steer clear of the chòudòufu, and don't accept any trades from folks lookin' shady," Mal recommended with a shrug.

"Hang on," Jayne said, pointing ahead. "Ain't that Camellia comin' our way?"

"Sure seems to be," Mal replied.

Kaylee joyfully called out their friend's name and rushed forward for one of her signature hugs. "Ooo, I've missed you, sweetie! So good to see you again!"

"Well, Camellia Alden, as I live n' breathe," Mal greeted, smiling fondly.

@parcxysm