#dont look at me ! runs into a tree trying to escape

[sallymew4]

urm warnign theres some kinda suggestive bits in these doodels maybe. theyre mostly jokes thoug so :) also half a pair uf underwear so beware !.just thouhgt i should mention ( :

i didnt choose the fem reigen life the fem reigen life chose me.

[mythicalmyles]

Hello hello! :D I love your fics sm <3 may I request something— like reader trying to escape, and getting chased in the woods, and Accidentally tripped and stuck in a tree 👉👈 andd you know what comes next *wink wonk* Thank youu💞

Since u didnt specify i chose toby i hope thats okay uvu i couldnt think on how to write a tree so i hope its okay that i did a window

Toby x Male!Bottom!Reader

(TW alcohol, noncon, exhibitionism, murder)

A giggle left your lips as alcohol sloshed inside of your glass, alcohol already clouding your mind. You and your friends had taken a trip to a small cabin that was deep in the woods, it had taken almost a day of driving sown and old dirt road in order to get to the building. It was dated but it did well for the seven of you so you couldn’t complain.

You shakily stood, making your way ti the kitchen while downing your drink. Suddenly there was banging against the cabin walls from the outside, you rolled your eyes assuming one of your friends was playing a prank. “(Name)! Not funny! Fucking stop.” You fumbled before defending yourself. “S’Not me!” As you spoke another four bangs hit the side of the cabin causing a couple of your friends to scream in fear.

You edged your way to the door, looking through to your friends. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. You and your friends exchanged glances, fear and worry filling your expressions. Two of the stronger men of the group warily made their way towards the door. “D-stop.” Cleo begged, her boyfriend ignored her and picked up a bat that he had left by the door earlier. He swung open the door, bat raised.

Before you could even draw a breath a hatchet was suddenly implanted into his head.

Fear coursed through your body, eyes widening as the assailant slashed through your other friend. You refused to believe what was happening, the scream of Cleo snapping you out of your trance. Before another thought could cross your mind you ran as quickly as you could. Running upstairs as quickly as you could, chest tightening as the screams of terror filled your hearing.

You could almost feel yourself beginning to sob as you quickly looked for a place to hide, the cabin was almost barren. Your eyes locked onto a window, you figured you’d take your chances leaping from it rather than deal with being gutted. You barely had time to process the fact your friends had just been butchered. You didn’t want to believe some maniac really had broken into the cabin.

The window was heavy as you tried to push it up, suddenly cursing your less than athletic abilities.

Suddenly you noticed everything had went completely quiet, you could almost hear the crickets from outside. The silence set you even more on edge, figuring this was your last chance. You shoved your palms up against the top of the window, cringing at the loud creek.

“Th-he-there you are!” The voice sent your mind spinning, it almost felt like a game. Despite your best efforts you couldn’t get the window up nearly as far as you wanted. The sound of footsteps rushing closer had your already hazy mind practically exploding. One last useless shove, you barely felt the window move an inch but you abandoned reason. You figured you could squeeze yourself through if you really tried.

Embarrassment flooded your system, no matter how hard you tried you couldnt get your hips through the gap. A hysterical sob left your lips and you banged your fists against the window frame before scrambling desperately to squeeze yourself through.

The sound of the door cracking off the wall left you frozen. “A-ain’t thi-th-this a pretty si-ight.” You could feel your own body begin to shake violently as you heard him approach you. His footsteps were loud against the floorboards, almost sounding like gunshots in your mind. “Please-please dont hu-hurt me.” You found yourself begging, despite knowing it was useless. A sudden loud crack left you gasping and flinching, whatever it was went ignored the second you felt hands wrapping around your hips.

He pressed himself flat against your ass, thumbs digging into your hips as he held you in place. “You b-be a good b-bo-oy and y-you won’t get h-hurt.” Fear kept you complaint, entire body shaking as the man who just slaughtered all of your friends rutted into your ass.

Despite your mind screaming at you to keep fighting you knew you were stuck, if you wanted out you’d need help. All you could do was grit your teeth and bare it as you felt his cold bandaged hands pull down your jeans, you fought against the embarrassment of him having your full ass in view. “I li-ike how hel-help-FUCK-helpless you loo-look.” Your face contorted into a scowl as you cussed him out, all he did was laugh and slap your ass. You yelped at the sudden smack, biting your lip when you felt his hand make another quick connection. “Bastard.” You choked out, tears ringing your eyes as your nails tore into the window ledge.

His hands gripped your hips while he used his thumb to drag over the red patch now forming across your ass, you didnt quite pick up what he mumbled and you almost fell out of the window once you heard him spit, his saliva running down your hole and balls.

All thoughts went out the window when he began pushing one of his fingers into you, a dark flush coated your neck and chest despite the uncomfortable feeling. Desperately you tried to think of anything else other than his finger currently working its way inside of you. “Ca-can think of be-bett-better thing ta do with you.” His voice was slurring, entranced watching as he slipped another finger into you. A dark smirk coating his face as he pulled out a whine from you.

Desperately you tried to think of anything other than his fingers slamming into a spot that made stars dance throughout your vision. You could feel you will wilt away as he pushed another into you, you choked trying to hold onto the little composure you had left, suddenly you felt his fingers slip out of you. His thumbs digging into your cheeks as he spread you apart and spat onto your hole again. You ignored the needy whine that escaped your clenched teeth. Toby chuckled behind you, sliding his head against your hole.

One last ditch attempt was made to free yourself, Toby again laughing at your feeble attempt. “Go-gonna ruin you.” Was all you heard before he began to push the head of his cock against you. “A-ah, no.” You weakly choked out before a cry was torn from your lips, Toby finally managed to slide into you. Your hand desperately began scrambling at the window ledge, trying to find something you could grab onto to anchor yourself.

He was a lot bigger than you had expected, leaving you almost sobbing when he’d finally buried himself into you. The feeling of his pelvis against your ass was enough to leave you delirious, drool dripped from your parted lips and fell to the forest floor below. You could barely grasp a thought, feeling overwhelmed and over stuffed. “Toby.” Was all he muttered before he pulled out, leaving his head inside of you. Despite knowing what was coming and bracing yourself nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of him slamming his cock straight into your prostate. You barley registered the fact it was you that was moaning like a whore, your mind felt blank as he slammed into you. “Suh-such a good h-hole for me.” Toby’s words went straight to your cock, it made you feel filthy.

Suddenly something down below caught your eyes, two masked men stared up at you. Pure shame flooded your system momentarily before Toby slammed into your prostate again. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t focus yourself, almost feeling drunk as you were fucked stupid. Part of you cursed yourself for trying to squeeze through a gap you knew you couldn’t, another sicker more twisted part of you loved the fact your life was in his hands.

Suddenly the pressure from your back was lifted, finally grabbing the opportunity to take in a deep breath. Suddenly Toby had pulled out of you leaving you whining before catching yourself. “Don-don’t worry. Yo-you’ll get my co-cock again.” He slammed you up against the cabin wall, dark brown eyes bore into yours. It almost felt like a spell had taken over you, his dark eyes pulling you in. He had a metal mask covering the lower part of his face, leaving you curious.

He didnt leave you much time to think when he yanked your leg up, pressing your thigh to your chest and leaving you gasping. He wasted no time sliding his cock back into you and fucking you against the wall. You felt your jaw go slack, the wall digging into your back and no doubt scratching it up. One of his hands crept up your jumper, a delighted smile coating Toby’s cheeks when he noticed you didn’t have a shirt on underneath. His hands immediately made their way to your nipples, tugging on the rosy buds leaving you gasping and twisting against him. “F-fuck it.” You looked at him with curiosity, he yanked off his mask and threw it to the side.

Part of you had hoped he was ugly, it’d somehow make things easier. Instead a handsome boy stared back at you, he didnt let you see him for long. His hands quickly made their way back to your nipples snd began toying with them, he had the overwhelming urge to mark you up. His mouth was hot against your neck, he began slowly but deeply fucking you. He left you shaking and whining for more.

He pulled away just enough to pull your other leg up, you figured he had to be strong but the fact he held you up like you were nothing left your mind reeling. “Be-beg for it.” You took a moment to take in his words, apparently taking to long as he wrapped his hand around your neck. Your thighs were almost painfully squeezing against your chest. “I sa-said beg for-for my cock.” You flushed with shame, you couldn’t deny you were desperate for some sort of release. You pushed away your shame. “Plea-please fuck me.” You whispered out, cheeks darkening. “What?” Toby had all the power and he knew it, rocking into you slowly and leaving your mind rolling. “Fuh-fuck me please! Want y-oyour cock.” You begged out, almost sobbing with the way he was teasing you.

You choked on your saliva when he finally began fucking you against the wall, the wall creaked as it took the burnt of the abuse from Toby. “Go-good boy.” Toby whispered into your ear, his hand never left your neck. He liked the look of panic that would cross your face when he choked you. It felt amazing being inside of you, the way you wrapped around his cock so sweetly drove him further into insanity. He knew they were suppose to kill everyone but he couldn’t help but wonder if slender would let him take home a new little stray, after all, you were all alone now.

The sound of skin slapping together along with your desperate moans was driving you insane, you had given up on holding back long ago but hearing your own voice bounce across the room while a murderer used you like a fleshlight. It didn’t take long before you began crying out Toby’s name like a mantra, voice raising in pitch as your climax hit. “Fuck. Ca-came on my co-cock.” Toby choked out, his own release nearing. His hands no double would leave bruises on the back of your thighs, he slammed into you with no care for your overstimulated cries. He loved the say you weakly begged him to stop, hand shoving at his shoulder to no avail. He definitely couldn’t let you go, its like you were made to take his cock. You let out a sob when Toby finally buried into you, shooting his load deep into you. You moaned weakly as he rode out his high, you fell into his hold completely.

Despite being soft he didn’t stop grinding into you, adoring the weak moans he tore from your lips. “You two done yet?” A sudden deep voice had you jolting up, looking over to the owner. “Gonna k-ke-keep this one.” Toby smirked as you buried your head into his jacket, desperate to hide yourself from the shame.

[xoxochb]

can i request somthing super domestic and fluffy maybe like a tiny hint of angst but like only in the way that its comfort, but like it would be will solace like kissing your scars and telling you how beautiful they are trying to make you smile and laugh

and if it isnt like to triggeribg or anything maybe has sh scars, if thats to triggering or your just not comfy doing that, dont do it thats totally fine just a thought

i just want fluffy comfort about any scars with will 😭

cw: mentions of sh, angst, comfort/fluff, I tried to write will with a southern accent tell me how I did…

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a light sensation, comforting. like early mornings in the spring, the sun not yet all the way up, illuminating a soft light through the curtains as they dance to the wind, the small chill rushing over your skin leaving tiny goosebumps. and the grass veiled in morning dew similarly, you’d know to wear the appropriate shoes to step over it, not yet ready for sandals. or maybe it’s like that feeling of overwhelming serenity when you sit by the beach, the waves cascading over the wet sand, the salty air filling your nostrils as the wind blows your hair in all different ways, leaving it messy, but never leaving you angry with it.

“this one’s almost like a heart, can ya see it?”

the son of apollo’s soft voice interrupts your deep state of reverie. yet it wasn’t unwelcoming— quite the opposite, you’d want to tell him all your deepest secrets, act as vulnerable as possible. you avert your gaze to wear his finger runs over a scar on your knee. you see that, indeed, he’s right, it appears to be a cordiform scar. you hadn’t intentionally made it out that way, actually, on that thought, you hadn’t really cared what they looked like as long as they had left a trail of crimson after the cold metal split open your skin into two pieces.

a tear falls from your eye as you remember the process. you had been in a deep melancholic state a few months back, hurting yourself was an awfully common occurrence. thankfully, the last time you had done so will had caught you in the act, you started crying, he started crying because you were crying and he had made you promise not to hurt yourself again. you told him you were unsure if you could stop, he consoled you and told you ‘try your best’ for him. you hadn’t hurt yourself since then.

“I see it,” you whisper nearly inaudibly. will runs his finger up and down it gently, as if he was trying to memorize the feeling of your skin underneath his own fingertips. he then takes your hand into his own and rubs his thumb over another scar along your palm, one deeper and more prominent. his hold is so gentle, like you’re a porcelain doll that could break at any given moment. you could start sobbing. another tear falls from your eyelids. you blink but it only increases the tear pace, falling onto your boyfriends hand beneath you.

he looks up to you with his bright blue eyes, though now replaced with a darker shade. “please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry.” you use your free hand to wipe them away swiftly. he sighs and looks back down at your hand. he brings your palm up to his lips tenderly, and with such love kisses it twice.

“do ya wanna know a story?”

you nod. he continues.

“when I was a kid… I used to think that when I ate watermelon, the seeds would grow a watermelon tree in my stomach. my mom didn’t tell me the truth until I was nine.”

you don’t try to stifle the light laugh that begins to escape your lips. “she let you think that?”

“yup. I found out on my own, insteada her tellin’ me herself.”

“that’s too good.” you wipe your tears again, this time replaced by happy ones instead of sad.

you suppose, as long as will is here, things won’t be half bad.

༯ as the topic of this is sh, I wanted to note that if you’re ever struggling with this, as I personally have in the past, know I’m here for you always. if you need to talk, my dms and inbox are open for vents <33

[ppnuggiexxx]

-> CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO

•| was it truly worth taking his word for it? how does one even enter hell, or was this all some strange cosplayer’s roleplay you happened to get roped in?

•| taglist :: @z4rph1m ,, @theultimatewaffle

        "fine!" as crazy as the whole situation was, you accepted his invitation. how else do you tell the supposed king of wrath no? not to mention the guys name is satan. honestly, if youre lucky these guys might be cosplayers. but the whole situation seemed surreal, the angel seemed too real.

        "follow me," he smiled and grabbed your hand before leading you away. "where are we going?" you questioned. he led you off the mainroad and into a forest, soon getting lost and turned around with the repeated trees. going into a forest you dont know or aren't acquainted with feels like youre in there for eternity. "the first gate of hell is where we're going." he stated.

        gate? what did he by the first gate? how many are there? "what do you mean?" you asked him, not caring that he still gripped your hand in his. his red eyes looked back at you before looking ahead of him again. "hell is gated off into different sections. there are nine gates in total; three of stone, three of brass, then three of iron." he explained.

        "it's to ensure utmost secrecy and security between the worlds. heaven has nine gates as well. though if you were to gaze upon them there would be nothing. its impossible for a human to see the gates unless theyre an angel. its what makes heaven quite hard to find."

        the deeper in he led you, the darker and colder the forest became. your hands went to your forearms and rubbed against them, your body hunching over to try and maintain as much body heat as you could. it almost felt like it was winter despite it being spring.

        ahead a dark cavern appeared into the side of a mountainside. you didnt even know there were mountains in the area. "who's that?" you pointed to a figure waiting around the cavern.

        "chaos. they usually guard outside of the gates. its to ensure any soul taken to hell doesn't attempt to escape." satan explained, saying a brief hello to chaos before entering the cave. "it does get dark and wet fast, so watch out where you step. ill lead the way though so stay close behind me."

        you nodded and glanced at chaos. they were a creature of unknown nature, they werent humanoid in any way yet didnt look like an animal. it was as though they were a clumb of skin, a few eyes sticking out and having a singular hand at the top. bones and blood stuck out from it. its hard to describe a being that made you feel like puking your insides out upon first glance. you turned your head away from chaos quite fast. you didnt want to look at them if you didnt have to.

        "can you tell me more about hell?" you asked and followed after satan, noting how dark it got. your hands stuck out in front of you, catious with your steps in case you run into a wall.

        "what do you want to know?" he asked, walking swiftly down the tunnel.

        "like, about the inside. where in hell are you taking me? is there cities? or is it like how biblical books say it is, a rampant city filled with torture and death?" you asked, curious as to what you would see. its not every day you take a trip to hell after all.

"well, we're going to gehenna. thats where i rule in hell. there are seven different nations, and to get to them you have to go through the gates. gehenna is protected by the first stone gate." he said before stopping in his tracks. "the further down you go, the colder it becomes. the more of a wasteland hell is until you reach abbadon at the bottom. abbadon is hotter than anywhere in hell, its the core of it. under abbadon? im not sure what lies there." he said.

"now, we wont be able to continue walking through. you'll have to crawl. its wet though, so be careful." he warned before taking off his jacket and holding it out to you. you raised an eyebrow at him before taking it and putting it on. "is there water?" you asked. he simply nodded before dropping to his knees and hands, crawling into a small hole. it was hard to see anything but the area itself closed off abruptly into a small crawl space.

who knew hell would be tricky to get to? you soon got on your knees and hands, the stone beneath you slick and cold. maybe you shouldve asked if he had gloves. feeling around for the hole, you had a small idea of how big it was, which wasnt that big at all. you had to keep your head down so you wouldnt hit it on the top of the crawl space.

crawling through felt weird, at random points it felt warm, then cold again. it was a repeated process, and sometimes it felt like something was touching you at certain parts. hopefully it was just the rock and nothing else.

"be careful up here, it gets smaller. you'll have to crawl on your stomach here." satan warned from ahead of you. it was like how people described entering hell to be. being forced to crawl on their stomachs, wriggling like serpents to trespass into hell.

it was hard to move through. your breathing quickening as you wriggled around in the tunnel. just how long was this going to take? how far down is hell? were you even going down, or was it straight? how was minhyeok? it had to of been morning by now, and he would be worried. maybe you shouldn't have came along, maybe you shouldve gone back to minhyeok?

it was too late to turn around now, incapable of moving backwards without knowing where you were going exactly. there had been a few turns through the tunnel. and you couldnt turn your body around, it was too cramped to do so.

"stop...." what was that? you couldnt see where the voice came from, but it sounded right on top of you. "hello?" you called out.

        "stop....moving." it almost sounded as though it was struggling to talk, like their words were forced between harsh breaths. you squinted your eyes and looked around as best as you could, desperate to find where it came from.

        "ignore it." satan called from ahead of you. why? what was it? some sort of mythical creature meant to drag you to temptation? you didnt want to find out, truthfully.

        the tunnel beneath you got slimier, sticking to your hand the further you crawled in. it felt like the stone turned to mush, almost equivalent to fat in a way. you heard a pained groan that didnt come from you or satan. your head tried to look around you, but the tunnel was too narrow. why did the ground beneath you feel oddly like skin?

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birds chirped and flew across the sky, city almost a direct copy to any on earth. tall buildings and shops spread around, citizens walking about with their days. the only difference is that they were devils, horns big and visible as satan's. though some had little horns, so little you'd have to squint your eyes to see.

"welcome to gehenna." satan smiled at your expression of awe and wonder. "and welcome to hell." he grabbed your hand again and took you through the streets. it was almost like walking on the red carpet with a celebrity; citizens immediately noticed their king and you beside him. their faces held curiosity yet no ill intent.

he led you towards the largest building in the center of the city. it looked almost similar to a cathedral; stained glass windows covered the outside. it was larger than any you'd seen too. "my nobels and i live here." he explained as though he could read your mind.

        "what are they like?" you asked, a little nervous. you were still wary of the whole 'devil' thing, especially seeing as this seemed as legitimate as it could get. what weirdo shows up randomly to just lead you through a gross and disgusting tunnel into another city? how could a random crackhead explain what chaos was, or the things you saw? not to mention all the devils around you, eyes piercing into the back of your skull. was this just a surreal lucid dream? you didnt even know you could lucid dream.

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        loud yells came from inside the room, the sound of complaints and cursing clear as day. satan grinned, waiting a moment before leaning his head against the door. "it seems theyre in an argument," his eyes widened and lit up. he waited another moment before busting the door open, any and all conversation taking place before was stopped.

"your majesty satan!" a blue haired devil announced. he had one horn on the side of his head and eyes similar to satan's, yet his were pink with blue saint peter's crosses. these devils sure like that cross, despite it not being demonic in any way.

        there were six devils in the room altogether, not including satan. one red one, small and squishy with small horns and wings. they had a dopey look on their face. another stood next to the blue haired one, long bangs covered their eyes. their horns were smaller than the others, yet a small red creature sat upon them.

        then a tanned devil with white horns curled over their head, with long white hair and blue eyes. two devils stood the farthest away; one with short hair and a long singular horn. next to him was a devil with three horns, all different colors, long, blonde hair and decked out with the color pink.

        all the devils in the room stood up from their chairs and kneeled before their king. "sitri," satan said to the blue haired devil. he looked up at him, eyes only focused on him. none of the devils bothered to look at you, eyes closed and heads pointed towards to floor.

        "ive found solomon's descendant."

[onskepa]

Syawn: The Beginning

Helloooooooo~!! I know the syawn series is mostly about the triplets but I wanted to shift the light back to neteyam and syawn herself. See how they met and all. Hope you all enjoy this one~!!

Syawn series

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Lights were blinding white, her mind was a bit dizzy, voices that sounded distorted become more clear as she regains her consciousness. Slowly opening her eyes, processing everything she is seeing.

"everything seems good, how do you feel syawn?" max, a fellow human scientist, asks her. Syawn slowly gets up and moans out her stretches. "So far so good, a bit weird...but amazing" she answers. Slowly max helps her sit up straight, the girls eyes fixated on her new blue hands.

Her eyes widen slightly, amazed and excitement filling her mind.

"woa...."

"woa!"

little syawn almost tripped on a tree root, trying her best to keep up with spider. "Spider!! Wait for me! I have little legs!" she shouted to young spider.

The young boy stopped, waiting for syawn to catch up. "If you want, I can always carry you" he offered. The little girl shook her head, "no! I wanna learn how to do things on my own! besides, I dont wanna look like a baby in front of the big kids".

"Alright if you say so" spider shrugs.

"Although you will still be small to them"

"whatever"

Syawn rolls her eyes playfully after max said a corny joke. After doing some simple exercises as to check of her controlling mobility, she was given a fresh set of clothing for her na'vi body. The material feels more comfortable than her human clothing.

Norm stood outside of the awakening room, getting some nostalgic memories. Syawn walks out of the room, all smiles on her na'vi face. "Looking good, how do you feel?" he asks. The girl twirls in happiness, "like I took a really good nap. This is amazing norm!".

"I am glad, I know you just got into your body, but why not go out for a little drive? Someone outside is waiting for you" norm says with a sly smirk on his face. Syawn gasps excitedly. "Yes! yes I will! Watch over my body!" she shouts while running towards the doors.

Excitement flows in her blue body, shivers running wild, the doors opens and she takes a deep breathe. The first thing she sees was the young man standing before her. The young na'vi smiles and says...

"my name is neteyam" the oldest child says with a happy smile.

"Neteyam....I like it!" young syawn compliments. She looks up at the tall na'vi boy. They are around the same age yet he is so tall! Standing next to him, the little girl compares her height with his. "What do you eat? I wanna be tall like you!" syawn looks up at him with gleam in her bright eyes.

Young neteyam looks down at her with some form of fondness for the young human. Bending down to meet her eve level. "I eat a lot of fruits and good meat" he replies.

"She can eat as much as she want, but she will still be so tiny" lo'ak adds in, patting syawns head. Not liking it, she ticked lo'aks sides, making him squeal in high pitched.

"Hahahahahaha!!" hearted laughed escaped syawn's mouth, enjoying her little stunt. Everyone else laughed as well. Except for lo'ak who was pouting.

Neteyam pats his shoulder, "its alright brother. She is only playing". Lo'ak turned to look at him, mouth slightly. "Playing? She tickled me! Who is she to-

"make a fool of yourself" lo'ak teases, kiri and spider were snickering as neteyam smiles.

Syawn only took a few steps outside and already tripped. She rolled her eyes and huffing a bit. Neteyam being the gentleman, picked her up. "Thank you neteyam" syawn says, neteyam smiles and gives her a playful wink, "You're welcome".

Rubbing her cheeks to prevent a possible blush, the girl joins her long time friends into the forest. Enjoying and exploring her new body. "So how does it feel? Any different?" neteyam asks, walking close to her.

"Hmmm...Well it is nice to finally breathe the air without the silly mask. Finally able to do things I wasnt able to like climb better or hold a adult size bow!" syawn replies with such enthusiasm in her voice. Twirling around childishly, cant seem to contain her excitement of this new chapter in her life.

"Neteyam, keep her company, lo'ak and I have something to prepare for syawn" kiri says. She takes lead in running at another direction, lo'ak winks at neteyam and nods before leaving, "have fun bro".

Neteyam rolls his eyes but appreciates what kiri was doing. Giving some alone time with his dear friend.

He heard a loud surprised squeal, turns and see-

Little syawn on the floor, after tripping over nothing. Neteyam chuckled in amusement. Bending down, he smiles playfully, "you have got to be the most clumsiest human I have ever seen. Spider can walk and run faster than you".

Syawn inwardly groans. Yes, she can be clumsy. So what?

"Well I am not spider. I am me" she replies with a slight annoyance in her voice. Neteyam grabs her hands gently and helps her to stand straight up. He wont lie, his small human friend has something he cant seem to ignore. She was different from spider. More open in her words and, while a bit clumsy, bold in some ways.

"Still want to go?" neteyam asks, syawn grin widely. "Yes!" still ampt to go, she turns around to the right direction. Only a few steps and again, she fell.

An amused chuckled broke out.

"how are you even more clumsy in your na'vi body than you are in your human body?" neteyam teases while smiling at the clumsy girl laying on the floor.

In annoyance, she blows the hair away from her face. "Instead of acting like a skxawng, assistance is needed" she replies while holding her hand up. Rolling his eyes, neteyam complies. Gripping her hand and yanks her up, perhaps a bit too quick. The girl's head landed on his chest. making her blush.

"You know, if you wanted to feel my chest you could have just asked" neteyam says with a playful grin plasted on his young dork face.

"Why you-!"

"-stinky skxawng!" 13 year old syawn shouts at neteyam, who smirks while his tails sways in a playful manner.

"What? me? a stinky skxawng? but I thought you loved the smell of the red flowers" the boy teases. Syawn blushes a bit, why must neteyam be like this?

"Whatever! Is it too much to ask to take me to the river? I wanna collect some of the algae. Tsahik says it is good to eat" syawn says, in a way pleading to neteyam.

The boy smiles, how can he deny her?

"alright, but heading there, the path is a bit steep. Might need to carry you" he informs, syawn being a bit stubborn, shakes her head. "No, I have survived this far living in the forest, I can make it there on my-OW!".

She fell.

again.

"Ok maybe I do need your help. Please".

"Here, watch your step" neteyam says, making sure syawn walks with ease in the forest. Grabbing her hand, leading her wherever he is taking her.

Syawn takes in her surroundings, she has been in the forest countless of times, yet it feels like its the first time. The colors are bright, lively even.

She looks down to see her hand intertwined with neteyam's larger hand. He felt warm and soft to the touch. Has his hands always been like this? Syawn never realized it until now.

"something wrong?" neteyam asks, a bit concerned. Syawn looks up at him and shakes her head, "no, I am fine. I just never noticed your hands were this soft". That comment made neteyam's brain halt for a second. Just a second.

Ever since he was young, neteyam's hands had so many scars from doing his chores, training, or doing something else. His father always mentions his 'rough hands'. How its good, to show he is becoming a man. However, It is the first time to hear someone, especially his close friend, say something otherwise.

It feels nice. To be told he has soft hands.

It feels nice to be with syawn. Ever since as pre-teen, neteyam has always seen syawn as something a bit more than a human friend. Someone he holds dear to his heart. Someone he sees in a different light. Whenever he is with her, life shifts to a brighter light. Things become more interesting, never boring, and always eager to see or hear what syawn has to say.

"Neteyam, if its possible, perhaps I can finally do my iknimaya...?" syawn hesitantly asks. Neteyam blinks a bit, he hasnt thought of that. With her na'vi body, she could be more welcomed to the clan. Join him in hunting, cook with others, fly on her own ikran, find a ma-

His thoughts stopped. One thing at a time.

"I remember when you passed your iknimaya, you were simply-"

"-amazing" 15 year old syawn comments in awe to neteyam. He just completed his iknimaya. Syawn was the first he wanted to see, to show that is he now an adult. To prove to her, he made it, and can do much more.

Taking her hands into his rough larger hands, gently stroking her knuckles, his eyes bore deep into hers. "I made it...I made it, syawn" he repeats in almost disbelief.

"You did...I know you could neteyam. And I am so happy for you" syawns words brought peace and comfort to the sully boy. Both blush slightly, syawn was more noticeable, but with neteyam, it hid easily under the white paint decorated on his face and body.

A small giggle escaped her lips.

"Come, I wants to show you something before the celebration begins" syawn says. Leading the taller na'vi somewhere, farther away from the clan's ground.

"Where are you taking me?" he asks, his interest piqued in his voice. "It is a surprise. I cant tell you otherwise it wont be a surprise anymore silly" syawn replies.

It was a little ways towards the east, hidden in the lush plants and large flowers. A perfect wall of disguise over the real thing.

Syawn gently moves the plants out of the way, for neteyam to take in the view. He gasps in awe. There in front of him was a small lake, on the other side was a decent size cave with a fire already burning in the center. Baskets full of food and items inside. It looked like a small little hide out.

"Do...you like it?" Syawn asks nervously. Waiting for neteyam's reaction.

He turns to her and picks her up like nothing and spins around making syawn shriek in surprise. "Neteyam!!" she calls out, but neteyam just laughs. Truly, syawn is something.

Finally putting her down, she readjusts herself. "Come, there is a lot to show you", grabbing his hand again. Syawn leads neteyam around the sparkling lake, to the inviting warm cave.

"Oh syawn....it is-"

"-Beautiful" syawn says in awe. She was surprised and amazed. Their little cave, what was once their own little hiding spot, abandoned and now restored. It was more beautiful than when she did it.

The lake was still beautiful, shinning under the bright sunlight, flowers blooming around. The cave glowing with inviting colors, food already prepared. It was simply lovely.

"I thought we were never coming back here again. I am glad to come back here. Did you fix all of this by yourself?" syawn asks while admiring neteyam's work.

Standing in a specific spot, neteyam smiles a bit too hard. "Yes, took some time but it was all me" he says.

While hiding kiri and lo'ak who were quickly leaving the area.

Syawn whistles impressed with all she sees, "must have taken you months since this place was overgrown with plants and other things".

3 weeks thanks to the help of his siblings really.

"But, I am glad. Coming back here reminds me of so many fun memories..." syawn says with a distance in her voice. Neteyam gets closer, his heart thumping loud in his chest.

Syawn noticed neteyam getting closer, her blue cheeks turning purple. Even with her new body, it seems she cant control how she truly feels for the sully boy.

Whenever he is near, her heart jumps in joy and her brain gets short circuit. She was never in denial of her true feelings for neteyam. Syawn held these strong feelings for a long time.

"you know neteyam..." syawn begins.

Neteyam's ears perk up. Trying to hide a smile. "Yes?" he speaks, gently urging her to continue.

Rubbing her arms trying to ease herself, syawn continues.

"For a long while...I have-

"-strong feelings for you" 15 year old syawn says to a photo of neteyam in her hands.

"UURRGGHH!! what am I doing?!" shoving the picture up to her face. Feeling immense cringe. How is syawn going to do this? How can she confess to neteyam sully, her friend, that she has romantic feelings?

It is impossible.

"oh eywa...why must I be in this situation only to feel stuck?" she pleads.

Neteyam sully, her friend, her dearest treasured friend. Someone she cant seem to live her life without. Someone she relies on in a deep level. Someone who syawn can always chat with, never running out of topics to talk about. Neteyam the boy whom captured her heart.

"oh ewya...can it happen...?" syawn questions out to the great mother, but more to herself. She, a human, can she ever be with a na'vi? Can syawn give what neteyam seeks? What does neteyam seek anyways?

So many questions swirl in her mind. So many questions, so many doubts. A lot of things can go wrong. A lot of things wont go how she desires. And many wont be happy to know that the beloved prince of the Omatikaya clan being fawned over by a mere sky demon. 

“Please eywa…I am scared…guide me to the right path…I love him”

“Have…” Syawn tries her best to say the words she desperately wants to say. Neteyam nods his head, as means to have her say what she wanted to say. Yet, Syawns bright eyes move from side to side, looking at anything but the boy in front of her. 

A spark of hope blooms deep in Neteyam's chest. He knows that reaction, better than anyone. For he does the same when talking about Syawn. Gently Neteyam places his finger under Syawn’s chin, making her look at him straight in the eyes. As if he had any doubts, all were gone just by seeing Syawn’s cheeks turn purple. Neteyam smirks, oh this makes things easier. 

“Have what syawn?” he whispers, teasingly close to her lips. 

All train of thought left Syawn's brain. 

“I….n-neteyam please…” she whispers weakly while pushing neteyam away with no real effort. Neteyam wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer, leaving no room between them. His lips close to her sensitive na’vi ear. 

“Say it….say what you want to say…..please….” his voice low, whispering in a begging way. He wants to hear it, needs to hear it. To hear the words fall from syawns would bring his dying wish come true. 

Perhaps that's what Syawn needed, a push. 

“Neteyam Sully…..I love you…more than a friend, more than a best friend, I love you as a lover. Everytime I see you, my heart races, my brain can't think straight and my eyes get stuck looking at you. You are incredible, outside from being a warrior, I love how caring and gentle you can be. Soft yet stern, mighty yet steady, strong yet fair. I love all of these qualities about you and more..!!” 

Emotional tears fall from Syawns blushing face. She finally let out what she dearly wanted to say at last!! 

Happiness doesn't begin to cover what neteyam is feeling. Has Eywa finally granted him this? To hear the girl of his dreams to feel what he feels? To see who neteyam is in Syawn’s eyes? To finally-

“But it is best that we remain as friends” 

As if a bullet could, the sharp words pierced neteyam’s heart. His smile falls, grip loosening, and dread spreads all over his mind. 

“What? Why? Syawn I-” 

Soft fingers lay on his lips, preventing to say anything further. Regret and pain was written all over syawn’s pretty face. “Please…while I now have this body. It doesn't erase the fact I am human. As embarrassing as this might sound…I often fantasize about us being…together. Being called your mate, being one with you. I dreamed of all that and more. But this is reality. The clan won't accept a ‘sky demon’ to be mated with you. You are their pride and joy and hold high expectations. I am not sure-” 

Syawn was silenced by the softest blue lips to have ever kissed her. 

Taking the chance of silence, neteyam slowly pulls away. Letting Syawn process what just happened. “I dont give a damn what the others think. Human, na’vi, I don't care. So long as it is you Syawn. That is all I ever care about. I love you Syawn, I see you as you, for you”. 

Finally, at long last neteyam says what he longed to say. To voice the strong feelings he felt for a long time. And to the girl who stole his heart. Syawn. 

The girl in question stared at him, mouth slightly open in surprise. “I see you Syawn, and I mean it. From my very soul. Let me love you, fulfill your wish and be one with you”. As if the words have pulled Syawn in a trance, she leans closer, and whispers the long awaited words “I see you…” 

Neteyam brings her close again. Tears fall, from who it is not known. Emotions flowed from the two, letting all that was built inside be poured out. The sunlight illuminates their glow, and kiss under the warmth of the sun. Happiness was all they felt. And a new possible future of their endless hopes and dreams widens a path to explore. 

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! This took me FOREVER!

But I am glad this is finally finished! tell me what you all think! Until next time! See ya!

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[whumpy-wyrms]

The Last Lab Rat CYOA #3

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content: second person pov, sprained ankle, home invasion, manhandling, needles, creepy whumper

You chose: Run home now. It’s not far and you think you can make it.

— 

Before the man can get any closer and find you curled up behind the dumpster and do who-knows-what to you, you dart out of your hiding spot and out of the alley, ignoring the stinging pain in your ankle as you run down the street.

“Shit,” you hear the man murmur under his breath and pick back up his pace after you.

You run as fast as you can, obviously limping now, but that doesn’t stop you. And finally, finally, you see your apartment. Home.

An eerie silence fills the air as you hobble towards it, and you look around apprehensively. There are suddenly no frantic footsteps like before, no shadow of the man behind you, no voice calling out for you. He’s absolutely nowhere to be seen.

Goosebumps spread across your skin as you walk up the steps to your front door. Your eyes trail your surroundings as you fish your keys from your pocket. There’s… There’s no way he just gave up, right? You swallow your nerves and burst through the door, slamming it shut behind you and locking it.

You lean back against the locked door and let out a huge sigh of relief. You’re home. You’re safe.

You flip on a lightswitch and try to step forwards when a sharp pain jolts through your leg. Right. You grab hold of the wall and limp your way to the kitchen, not worrying about hurrying too badly anymore. You plug your phone in and drink some water while you wait for it to turn on. You can do nothing but wait now, since you live alone. Your phone is still the only thing you have to call for help.

A small noise from behind you pulls you out of your brief moment of peace.

Before you can turn around, a hand clamps over your mouth and pulls you back against someone, trapping you in place. “Gotcha,” a voice rings in your ears. “Shhh, don’t scream. I won’t hurt you.”

It happened so fast, you could barely register it. The man following you— he had somehow gotten into your home. And now he has you.

You struggle against his grip and try to push yourself away, but he wraps another arm around you and pulls you against his chest, pinning your arms to your side. You can’t get away. He’s so much stronger than he looked.

Across the counter, you see your phone screen finally light up in the dark. If only you could just reach over and grab it. You futilely try to step forwards, but your ankle sends jolts of pain through your body, causing you to let out a pained whimper.

“Don’t move,” he says into your ear. Before you can react, he removes his arm from around your body, and pulls something out of his pocket. You reach your now free arms up to pry at the hand covering your mouth, but he just tightens his hold, pulling your head closer and tilting it slightly to the side.

Something cold and sharp presses to your neck. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“This is gonna sting a little.”

There’s no way out of this.

next

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i made the poll duration one day so i can get the next part out faster since this one was a bit short! sorry for the long wait i completely forgot about this oopsie

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[alexa-fika]

HELLOOO I SAW UR FANFIC OF RAYLEIGH AND SHAKKY AND I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD DO ANOTHER ONE THANK YOUUU HAVE A GOOOD ONE AND OFC DONT IT IF A YA BUSY

THANK YOU HAVE A GOOD ONE

Tree Escapades (Rayleigh x gn!child!reader x Shakky )

A/N Here we go! I was heavily inspired by @novelbear and used quite a bit of their parent prompts to be able to do this one, of course instead of parents it’s our favorite grandparents : ), also check out my thinking sketch for this, I strive to have everything organized and proffesional

Reader is replaced by Dokusha here, which stands for reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“Hahaha! Catch me if you can, Grandpa!” the small child screams joyously, running away from Rayleigh

Rayleigh couldn’t help but chuckle as the child ran away from him, his legs quickly moving as he ran behind the little kid.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll have any problem doing that little rascal. You’ll get nowhere!”

They only receive a loud laugh in response as they dart away from view

“Dokucha!” he calls, falling after them

“You can’t run off like that, my love, you could get hurt,” he calls out, looking around for the child

"Dokusha, where are you? I know you’re around here; where are you?” he continues to scan the area, his eyes narrowed as he spoke, the expression on his face shifting from amusement to worry as he spots the child slowly climbing up one of the nearby trees

“Woah! Okay! Maybe let’s not do that!” he says, quickening his pace to stand below the tree

They stick their tongue out at him

“Grandpa can’t catch me now!”

Rayleigh couldn’t help but crack up at Dokusha’s attitude; the little child had clearly gotten the spunky personality of his captain.

He rolls his eyes as he activates and envelops his arm with busoshoku Haki and gives the tree a swift hit, causing the child to stumble on their climb

In a last-ditch effort to keep themselves on the tree, they take hold of one of the fruitful branches, only gaining to get a hold of a fruit before the branch caves in under their weight, and they fall straight into the awaiting hands of their grandfather

“Haha…oops?”

Rayleigh chortled as he cradled the child close to his chest, running his hands along their head and checking the child for any injuries

“Haha, you're in enough trouble, Dokusha. What were you thinking?” Rayleigh was trying to seem stern, but he couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he looked at them

They giggle in their grand-fathers arm, glancing at their own arm and the fruit they had pulled down with them and inching it towards their mouth

Rayleigh quickly snatched the hand and fruit from Dokusha's grasp

“Ah-Ah, don’t eat that; you don’t know if these fruits are safe to eat.”

“Boohoo

Rayleigh playfully pinches the child’s nose

“Don’t you boohoo me, little rascal!” they said, throwing the child over his shoulders

They squeal as he does, banging their tiny fists on his back, a string of laughs escaping them as they did

Rayleigh laughed as he felt them pounding on his back as he carried them around

“I’ll have you know, Dokusha.. you're a little troublemaker. But a cute one, though I don’t think Shakky will be very happy with you once she hears of this.”

“No! Don’t tell Grandma!” they whine

“Hmm… maybe, maybe not. If you’re good and promise not to do it, then I won’t tell her, but if you misbehave, I’ll be forced to tell her that my darling Dokusha is a little devil.” a he stops to ‘think’ putting the hand that was not holding the child over his shoulder on his chin pretending to think hard

“ On the other hand, I don’t see any reason not to. You did something stupid and potentially dangerous. Maybe some time-out will change that.”

“Nooo”

“Yep, I have made up my mind. Should have thought twice thinking you could outrun your dear grandpa,” he says, entering the bar, Shakky standing behind the counter, the usual cigarette in her hand

“Looks like you two were having fun.”

“We sure were! Aren’t they just the cutest thing, and they have something to tell you as well, don’t they?”

Rayleigh said, pulling them from his shoulders and placing them on his hip, ignoring how they shook their head

“Don’t tell grandma!”

Rayleigh gave the child a slight squeeze on the side before he sighed and rolled his eyes*

“We have had this conversation. You are not going to get off the hook so easily,” Rayleigh said, crossing his arms and looking at Shakky, who was smiling

“Looks like our little rascal has been having a little too much fun,” Shakky said, taking a drag of her cigarette

“And I would very much like to know what it is that my little grandbabe has been up to.”

“Dokusha was up to no good as usual; I caught them when they decided to climb a tree, and when I stopped her from eating a fruit, they started bawling like a baby, saying, ‘Nooo, don’t tell grandma!’ They’re quite the little rascal, aren’t they?”

“I didn't bawl like a baby!” they protest

“Hmm, really? Could of fooled me,” Rayleigh replied as he looked at the child.

“Dokusha…” begins Shakky

They wince as they hear the stern tone in their grandmother's voice

“Dokusha, we talked about you climbing trees. You can not keep climbing trees; you will hurt yourself,” Shakky says, her tone very stern as she frowns at the little child

“We have also talked about you running off on your own, especially playing your little games without telling us you are playing said games,” she scolds

“Sorry”

“And that is the last time I hear of you misbehaving; we have had this discussion far too many times for you to be still acting out,” she says firmly but with a slight twinge of a smile,

“Are we understood?”

“Yes, Grandma.”

“Oh, and no treats for you.”

“No!”

“Now go wash your hands; dinner is almost ready,” she said as she watched the child glower

Rayleigh chuckled as he put them down, and they stood their ground, pouting with their arms crossed

“Hm? Do I hear a week without treats?”Rayleigh said, cupping his ear

Shakky, catching on, nods her head

“I think I hear it too.”

Rayleigh laughs as the child quickly rushes over to the sink and wash their hands; Shakky can’t help but chuckle along

“I'm washing!”

“Well, aren't they well-behaved?”

Rayleigh nods, still laughing slightly

If only I could write my school essays as easy as I write these…

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[lumina-shade]

READER my au X ASL TRIO

Part 1 "The beginning"

TW:BLOOD,SCARATCHES,BRUISES, RUNAWAY,BROKEN BONES,F!READER, TRAUMA

You are quietly walking in the hallways of the Clestial Dragon ship. Silently wiping your bloody child hands on your ripped robe,and hide in a crate that would be thrown overboard. The Celestial guards grab the crate as you cover your mouth with your hands to not make noise. The guards throw the crate over board with some other unnecessary items, not knowing they have let a slave escape.

Finally escaped.. from the hands of the Celestial Dragon. Your not sure if you will make it, just being stuck in a crate at the dead of night. So you slowly open the top of crate and go into the water as cold water hits your skin. You can still see the ship not to far away from you so you have to be quiet. You see what looks like several hills, moutains, cliff? Whatever it was it might be helpful in your escaping. You climb the cliff, your hands and feet bleeding. You keep climbing carefuly and focus on your grip or you'll fall. You almost missed your footing but regained it again and finally reached the top of the cliff.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding trying to calm yourself from the spike of adrenaline rush. You're finally...safe.. You see that up here there is a forest with trees that are 50x bigger than you. You slolwy stand up as pain washes over your body, you fall face first on the grass, dirt covering your cheek. You stand up once more now being able to hold yourself up. Throwing the hood that is attached to the robe over your head to cover your face. Now start walking into the forest.

After a couple of steps you put one foot in the ground, more like one foot in the grave as you hear your feet bone "crack"now probably broken. You shake it off and keep walking, as the chains that uses to hold you, slides on the ground, around your feet, neck, wrist..especially sea stone which was even worse. You dont dare make a sound a you step on a sharp object. "Shh"you tell yourself or they might hear you. "Run from the ship, all you need is your name" you tell yourself as you still feel the carving of your name in the seastone collar. You wipe the sweat on your brow and you feel your blood running through your veins.

You shake your head as "what if" thoughts run through your head. "Dont think twice, you'll be dead in the second. If I dont find a safe place" You think to yourself as you keep speed-walking looking for anyone who can help you. Your neck and chest are starting to ache and ache. You let out a scream in pain as you try to keep your ground. You turn your eyes from your hands to the heaven as you pray for some good luck to come. You pass through every thought that happen before being captured by the Celestial Dragons. Your life wasn't good before you got captured but you had freedom. Killed your pride.

You keep your guard up already killling a few animals that were about to attack, turning your fear into a wepon. Oh how long you've walked and your body feels like its about to collapse, your eyelids slowly closing. " No. Dont you let them take control or take my soul now" you tell yourself as you keep walking.

You see a house or somthing like that and it has people inside and god they were LOUD! "Will they help me, or mabye they w.." "no, no time for takebacks." Your vision slolwy blurring and becoming fuzzy. With the last energy you knock on the door. You see a shadow walking to the door from the inside "its not the devil at the door jeez" you hear a person say from inside and you see your shadow on the floor before you collapse onto the ground. You see in a blurty sight a big person probaly a man with orange hair and a cigar, with a white blouse. Then everything goes black.

A/n:Ima make a part 2 so dont worry, i had this idea and wanted to make a comic but thats not going to happen so im now writing a fic.

[stevenblueniverse]

Bellow selkie au Chapter 22

I will consider this to be season 3 as the story will be taking a very different turn after this

Chapter 22 on the run

"What do I do now!?", yellow cried, holding her head and falling to her knees, "my own mother has abandoned me! I have no home, no future no life now! If only I had a sword right now, I'd ram it through my heart!". Yellow's cries could be heard throughout the forest that covered all around her mother's Palace, so much so all the Palace workers closed the windows so white diamond would not hear her daughter's cry and continue living the lie that yellow had died from the fall, but even that wasnt enough they had to close of all rooms that didn't have thick enough walls for 'decorations' to keep white from hearing anything.

"Please yellow, calm yourself", blue told her, lightly putting her arm on her shoulder, she had barely shown any fear or sadness ever since white expelled them, she was so casual it made yellow feel almost unsettled. "I have already planned our futures together, you have nothing to worry about", she continued, looking up, back to the window they had escaped through, planning something. "LIAR!", yellow yelled through tears, "what possibly can get me out of this!? I can't just go back to where pink diamond is I am no selkie!".

Blue put her finger of yellow's mouth and hushed her, "shhhhh....", she quietly said. Yellow slapped off blue's hand, "this isn't funny!", she snapped, "I've proven to mother I'm a failure and now I have nothing! I'm just going to die out here!", yellow looked down to the floor and turned away from her mother's palace, unable to look back at her old home any longer. "Mother always feared I'd become a failure and now I've proved those fears true! She always wanted me to be a strong, pious, married woman who would inherit her business and have many children and a rich husband, but look at me! I'm none of that...I'm worthless, a failure", she buried her head in her hands and wept loudly, making the maids who thought they could open the windows again panic and quickly slam them all shut, blue could hear all the windows slamming at nearly the exact same time and quietly snickered at this.

"You do not need to be a selkie", blue said, kneeling down and trying to hug yellow, "THATS NOT THE POIN-," "shhhh...listen to me, let me finish", blue hushed yellow who was about to yell at her again and pulled her in tighter. "I brought you here, I can bring you back to pink, but I believe you can bring yourself to pink, without me", she stood back up and looked back to the window, yellow looked up to. "and what do you mean?", she asked, not in the mood for blue to speak in such a way. "Your room, that door, there's something hidden behind that door, I believe I know what is in there", blue told her, starting to climb up a nearby tree.

Yellow stumbled off from the ground and quickly chased after her, "WAIT, BLUE STOP DONT GO BACK THERE, MOTHER WILL KILL YOU!", she called, climbing up after but not as fast as blue who easily made her way up. Blue didnt listen to yellow and didn't look back, she quickly climbed up higher trees and to the one just under the window, the one they had fell through, yellow stayed in a lower tree, only able to watch and too scared to get any closer or even speak incase white diamond heard her. "Blue stop!", yellow whispered, trembling, blue looked back to her and loudly said, "don't worry", and pushed open the window, noticeably breaking it and casually walking back into the home, yellow nearly fainted at the sight of this and had to climb back down to the ground to process what was happening.

Thanks to yellow's tour blue immediately knew where she was going, the maids and workers didn't know who blue was and what the 'earlier visitor who committed degenerate acts with her daughter' white told them about looked like, this allowed blue to easily blend in, some not even finding her selkie coat strange. Blue made it to yellow's room and to the mysterious door, she could feel that strange energy pulling her in again, "sorry If this will be loud!", she laughed, transforming into her large seal form and slamming her large and strong body against the door, breaking it easily and revealing what was inside. Behind the door was a small coat hanger, holding a glowing white coat that lit up the entire room.

Blue immediately detransformed and grabbed the coat, "I knew it" she whispered, hiding it in her own coat, that had the exact same patterns and texture and running out, this time shattering the window and jumping through the trees, making a lot of noise, but she didnt care, she had already got what she wanted.

Yellow sat under a tree, her knees up two her chin, she didn't know what to do and could only think, she had exhausted herself from all the crying and believed her mother could appear and murder her at any moment, she felt hopeless, and even worse now that blue diamond, the only person she had ever truly loved had left, and could have been found by her mother and killed by now. "Yellow?", a voice called, yellow turned around and was met by blue, "you're back? How was it? Was mother there?", she frantically asked, running up to see her, overjoyed she was back but also terrfied of what she could've possibly done or seen up there.

"It was easy!", blue laughed, opening her coat, "and I also found this!", she pulled out the matching coat she found in yellow's room, "I think its yours!", she winked. Yellow took some steps back and hit her back against the tree they where under, "m-mine??", she studdered, beginning to shake as she fully realised what blue was holding. "no it can't be!", she cried, "I am not a selkie!", blue looked down to the coat, "then why was it in your room? And it seems to fit you well, come on try it on! It will fit you perfectly!", "NO!", she yelled back at her, "IF ITS MINE I WILL BURN IT! I WILL NOT TOUCH IT! I AM NOT A SELKIE!", "then so be it", blue huffed and walked away, giving up.

[sturmovik]

Elden Ring: my new player experience so far

I finally picked up Elden Ring on sale after all these years. I knew it would be difficult for me as a casual gamer who's never played a FromSoft game before but I've been itching to try it out for years now. Here's what's happened to me so far:

(some early game spoilers btw. for those who want to visualize, my Tarnished is a Vagabond Knight that kinda looks like Saoirse Ronan)

The First Hour:

I struggled hard with the PC controls. Eventually managed to limp my way into a cave where I killed an angry dog man after dying to it like 3 times (skill issue + i'm not comfy with the controls yet). Only after all that did I rest at a grace site outdoors. That's when Melina appeared and said "You suck. Here's a horse."

Wandering:

I spend some time going around aimlessly, killing whatever small fry I run into to get my level up as much as possible. I was feeling confident so I decided to challenge the Tree Sentinel. I was most comfortable using the halberd and I read he drops a good one. As expected, I died multiple times. Eventually, Renna appeared and said "You suck. Here, use summons" (i still couldnt beat the tree sentinel)

WTF:

For the next 2 or so hours I accomplish nothing except killing more small mobs. At one of the ruin sites I massacre some unarmed... people(?) and then deal with some giant rats. A player message said the chest was a trap but I love Frieren and I know she wouldn't let that silly message stop her.

It was a teleport trap to some godsforsaken mine in a hellish death zone. Surprisingly I only died 3 times before I successfully escaped. During those three attempts I followed a phantom I saw jumping up so I also jumped up and followed that path upward (i'm in a mine, and the exits to mines are upwards duh), managing to juke the big monsters and kill one of the smaller ones that got in my way. I made it to a gate which I assumed was the escape/entrance route. I did it. Now I can get away on Torrent with some runes to spare!

To my horror, the gate opened to an isolated chamber, and a health bar appeared on screen with the words "FALLINGSTAR BEAST." I could only watch helplessly while my character was locked in an animation pushing the gate open to meet certain death. Fuck it, we ball. (there's no happy ending here, I suck at this game lol)

Turns out all I had to do was run downstairs a bit to get away.

The Erdtree:

I think there was grace in the mine but I didn't use it because I wanted to see where I ended up. I surveyed the red hellscape before me, and thought, "yeah this sucks I'm going back Limgrave." I mounted Torrent and began taking the scenic route back to greener pastures.

That's when I noticed that the Erdtree was much closer than before. So I decided to go for it. Let's head to the big tree and become Elden Lord! We fell off a cliff and died.

At this point, I have accomplished nothing but the multiplication of my own pain and suffering. Waking at the nearest site of grace, Melina appeared once again and spoke thus: "You're an idiot. Welcome to the Roundtable."

-- In summary, I feel like one of those absolute loser main characters in a fantasy/isekai anime that's stuck killing rats in some ungodly corner of the world trying to build up skills and power to eventually kill God. Idk if I'll ever get there because so far I am horrible at learning attack patterns and can't seem to time movement/dodging to save my life but so far the journey has been hilarious and I want to keep going.

(decided to post here cuz r/EldenRing automatically deletes this there. I read the rules and dont seem to be breaking any of them, even tagged spoilers and all. so fuck 'em. wassup tumblr)

[lab1rynth]

Hey Pb, I’ve got a request for you. What were to happen if reader was able to escape from Yan! Mortician? How would he react and how soon would he find them if they had help? You can keep reader gn if you like.

Miss 🍯

YAN!MORTICIAN when you escape

It was late at night, you're beloved Mortician had been long asleep by that time. He had been so kind to you recently, moving you guys to a comfy and quaint house, where he let you roam freely and do as you pleased (with a few exceptions).

Though you had one thing in mind, even with all of the niceties, you still couldn't bring it in you to love him, so you decided tonight was the time to leave. You gently climbed out of bed, praying that your movements dont wake him as your feet finally hit the cold hard-wood floor, slightly flinching at the creaks as you set your weight down.

You hadn't planned on taking anything with you, there was nothing here you needed, your Mortician didn't even have any phones, at least not ones you know of. The clothes on your body was all you were going to take as you quietly snuck out of the room, then out of the house all together.

Once you felt the cold chill of the midnight air, you suddenly started sprinting into the deep woods that surrounded the house. You had no clue where you were going, you just sprinted until you couldn't anymore. You were not able to find your way out of the woods, sadly, it seemed as if your Mortician planned on you running away.

You sat yourself down against a tree, huffing as you tried to catch your breath. Leaning your head back against the tree behind you as you eventually felt tears wet your eyes. You were never going to get out of this, were you?

Thats all you could remember until everything went black.

You woke up once again to the sounds of shoes crunching against the earths floor, you frantically got up and started making a run for it but was quickly stopped by an arm tightly wrapped around your waist and another covering your mouth. You struggled against the arms, causing them to grow tighter, "Hush now, Pumpkin," your Mortician spoke, "If you keep struggling Im going to have to hurt you, and I dont think either of us want that."

The threat made you stop, and let out a small sob into his hand, going limp as he then picked you up over his shoulder. At this point you didn't want to fight, you knew it'd all be useless and you'd end up back and that house again. You were wasting your energy trying to run away and he had tried to remind you of that again and again. You finally decided to listen.

The walk wasn't as long as you thought it would be, only around 10 minutes. You thought you ran farther than that but apparently time slows down when you're in fear. The Mortician pushed open the door with his boot, kicking the boots off as he walked inside. He sat you down on a couch and looked you over, checking your body for any bruises or cuts before he sighed.

"Im very cross with you, Pumpkin. Not only did you try to run away from the life we've built but you could of been seriously hurt," He mumbled, before picking you up once again and bringing you to you shared room, locking the bedroom door behind him. He slipped you off of his shoulder into a small cushioned chair as you continued to just sob and go limp. He grabbed a rope from a box below the bed, trying it around your limbs to the chair, "Honey, you're gonna have to stay here until you regain my trust, alright? Im not angry, but you really hurt me with your actions and you need to think about what you've done," He spoke, his fingers holding your chin forcing you to look up at him.

"I love you, and I know deep down you love me. You're just scared, darling, and I can understand that," The Mortician kissed your forehead, moving one of his hands up to wipe away your tears, "I'll make you some of your happy food, alright? You sit here and calm down and I'll be back."

You knew he normally laced the food with anti-depressants, depending on how you've been, he'd lace the food with other medications but you caught him once with the anti-depressants so that you know for sure. There was nothing you could do about it at this point though, nothing but cry.

You were horrified, fuck, you were never gonna get out of here.

[httpsghostie]

M.I.A

ahm I dont know what this is, but this time im sorry for it

had to write this in my native language so I'm sorry in advance if something's wrong

dont murder me pls I'll write more fluff after this ok

inspired by the night does not belong to god

Summary: Death is inevitable in the battlefield.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: angst, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x OC, violence, mentions of death

masterlist

It was night when it happened.

Night vision goggles helped them through the darkness of the woods as Ghost led the way. The chaotic explosion had split them from the rest of their squad, leaving them with no choice but to navigate their way through the dense forest. 

Twigs snapped beneath them as they ran. The moon's pale glow filtered through the canopy, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. Wraith's heart raced with each step, and she anxiously looked down at her leg.  

The chain of events unfolded fast, as the enemies artfully dangled their bait. Like desperate, starving fish, the team took the plunge, diving headlong into the trap. Through the dense forest, Wraith's only concern was to escape alive. Or at least that's what she thought.

Adrenaline coursed through her veins, the rush of it drowning out the pain throbbing in her thigh. She gritted her teeth, trying her best to keep up with Ghost's rapid pace, but it didn't help when he had giant legs. Each step sent a jolt of agony through her injured leg, leaving her limping and struggling to maintain balance. They had been running for what felt like an eternity, and she was pushing herself beyond her physical limits.

The weight of the gear bore down on her,  and she felt heavier with each passing moment. The rifle felt like a burden in her hands, and the once comforting weight of the thick bulletproof vest now pressed mercilessly against her chest. The belts and holsters that held essential tools and weapons were now digging into her thighs, causing discomfort she could hardly bear. As her vision blurred and her head spun, she realized her body was giving in to exhaustion.

Ghost glanced back, noticing her erratic movements and the grimace of pain etched across her face. Wraith felt a nauseous wave wash over her body, a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. She cursed herself for her misstep that entangled her foot on a branch, sending her tumbling to the ground. Her pride hurt as much as her leg.

"Come on, Wraith" shouts Ghost, his heart pounding with terror as he was terrified to see the woman before him suffering as her thigh bled. His hands instinctively grabbed the shoulder strap on her vest and dragged her through the mud, looking for a denser area to let rest.

Ghost's urgent shout snapped her back to reality, his fear mirroring her own. Despite the pain and the increasing weakness in her limbs, she knew she had to try to keep moving. This was far from over, and they were still deep within hostile territory.

The mud sucked at her boots as Ghost dragged her to a slightly denser area. Gently, he helped her down to sit against a tree, his worry evident as he examined her bleeding thigh. Her breathing was labored, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Ghost tore a strip of cloth from his own gear and improvised a makeshift bandage for her wound. His hands worked skillfully, a testament to his training and experience. Once he finished, he looked into her eyes, the weight of the situation hanging heavily between them.

The sudden sting on Ghost's back sent a shiver down his spine, immediately snapping him out of his focused state. His body dropped to the ground, pulling the injured woman along with him, seeking cover from the unseen threat. He knew all too well the distinct danger of a sniper's presence.

His mind raced, trying to assess their situation. They were vulnerable, and the dense forest provided limited protection against the sniper's accuracy. Ghost's eyes darted around, but his body gave in, collapsing onto hers. His wound ached, but she wasn't near to reassure he'd be okay.

Her body laid against a tree and for a brief moment she found herself dreaming.

She muttered at the unbearable weight on her chest, batting her eyelashes to understand the events. The sun was rising on the horizon, it was so beautiful, but yet so… painful.

As soon as her vision cleared, her eyes trailed down where she found her partner laying against her chest, arms on either side of her legs. It takes a moment to realize it was real.

The whites of your eyes

Turn black in the lowlight 

The frigid air seemed to mirror the cold reality of their situation as she desperately tried to stem the flow of blood from Simon's wound. Her hands trembled as she realized the severity of his condition. Despite his low tone and apparent indifference, she could see the pain etched in his eyes.

"The sky is beautiful, don't you think?" Noticing the moving person behind him, Ghost says. She nods anxiously, looking down.

"I can't lose you, Simon," she pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks as she attempted to keep him awake. "Please, we have to keep fighting."

In turning divine

We tangle endlessly

Feeling the bitter cold seep into her bones, she tried to ignore her own pain, focusing solely on keeping Simon conscious and warm. Their situation was dire, but she couldn't bear the thought of losing him, not after all they had been through together.

As her body grew weaker, she clung to his words, finding solace in the memories they had shared. Their unconventional relationship had been a source of comfort in the chaos of their lives. They had found solace in each other's arms, their bond transcending the trials they faced.

Like lovers entwined

"They won't find us, stop moving around, it's cold." Despite almost being unconscious, he still managed to be ignorant sometimes. 

It was, in fact, cold. It was freezing cold. Or was it the life slipping away from their fingertips?

"No, not this way, Simon" she tries to move, but her legs don't respond to her commands. He breaks at her words.

This life was painful, the only joy of his life was having someone he could trust as much as her. They weren't exactly the definition of a relationship, but late at night they'd always find comfort in each other’s arms.

I know for the last time

"We won't make it out." He says, stern, but the fabric on his mask was soaked with his tears.

You will not be mine

Having tested all the channels on the radio, they knew there was no way anyone could find them in time.

"This wasn't what I expected from this mission, thank God I spent so much time memorizing every detail of you so I can find you again in another life." Ghost squeezed her legs, but she couldn't feel it.

"Simon-" she can't help but sob, taking every strength of her body to wrap her arms around him.

So give me the night, the night, the night

Death was inevitable, and being near her almost every single day made it even less scary, but nothing could prepare Wraith for having her loved one fall into a deep sleep on her arms. As the minutes passed, she felt Simon's grip slipping away, his breathing becoming shallower. Despite her efforts, there was little she could do to escape their fate. With each passing second, the weight of his words settled in her heart.

As his eyes began to close, Wraith held onto him, remaining by his side, refusing to let go until the last breath left his lips. In that moment, surrounded by the silence, she felt a profound loss. Simon had been her anchor, her confidant, and somehow her source of strength, and she held onto that until the very last end. She wouldn’t forgive herself if she let him see her die after all he’s been through.

He slipped into a deep slumber, large palm still clutching hers. Their souls would forever be intertwined, regardless of time or circumstance. As the cold darkness of night enveloped their lifeless bodies, her soul held onto the memories, cherishing the agonizing love and pain they had shared—transcending life and death.

The night comes down like heaven

[am-i-sans]

dnd adventures 45

IM BACK BITCHES

somehow were back on the dragon i dunno why. dess stretches and comments she feels so stiff, like shes been standing still for 5 months. where are we? cam comments we killed a snake and now werre on a dragon. cam offers dess birdseed and frog and dans take some lol. frog says there was no snake.

theres a town! landing! theres tree stumps everywhere. dont tell me its the lorax. fuck you. dess looks down and goes "is that fucking kneedville?" dans asks how she knows this place and she says she gets around a lot. she can show us around!

the land is dead. susie just fucks off. were all following her lol. we see the sneeds, awful fashion. undyne wants one to hold the baby lol. dans wants one too lol. cam is aghast how awful it looks lol.

those trees look so weird and fluffy. cam is trying to climb it lol. cam got up nice! dess checks if the tree is magical, their not its just like that. cam yanks out a piece of fluff! dans asks if tori wants to talk to the trees.

tori and frog leave to talk to a tree dans is babysitting suzy. inferno is who knows! no chicken place in town for suzy DX tori says hi to cam and asks the tree whats going on around here. cam keeps trying to get the tree to eat birdseed. tree says they've been being harvested.

cam jumps off the tree and dess catches them, holding them like burger. tori asks the tree whos in charge of killing them. cam tries to get away and dess just tosses them over her shoulder lol. tree says they have to ask the lorax for details. tree tells tori they want a non violent way to end this but their not opposed if she kills him.

undyne asks a local where they can buy a sneed. in the shop theres so many sneeds for sale. dans messages undyne to get him one too. 100 gold what a ripoff. undyne swaddles the temmie in it, it starts crying xD cam and dess show up nice. cam is distressed that undyne and dans are dressed badly lol. dans pays undyne back for the sneed lol.

dess walks up to undyne so cam can see the sneed lol. cam tries to get dans to help them get out of dess's grip and dans laughs and tells dess to take cam into the sneed store xD cam falls on their face and scramble over to undyne wtf. dess takes suzy to the sneed store lol.

shes hiding a sneed in another to steal one lol. she succeeds and forces the pink one on cam lol. they toss it off and keep looking for inferno. inferno falls out of eeby deeby right on cam lol. the void egg landed on his head!

cam wants to do crimes with inferno wtf. they really wanna burn down the sneed shop and steal the money back. cam pays inferno wtf. inferno lies in wait xD

suzy smells meat and goes running off so dans follows her. fuck yeah meat! its someones barbeque and she demands dans gets her some meat! arbys run by dr seuss! shes hungy and chows down. dans says hes on a strict diet.

back to toriel asking about the lorax! dess and cam are independently going to the tree. gotta find the lorax! tori headed there earlier so dess and cam see her in the distance and rush to catch up.

as they walk cam gets tired and climbs up tori. someone tied a sneed to cam without them noticing and they scream and spike it. inferno goes eeby deeby for a bit damn. frog laughs and asks what their looking for. toris looking for the lorax! cam trips over a rock and goes eeby deeby.

frog starts calling out for the lorax. he shows up and somehow they all know he sounds like danny devito despite him not existing here. theres a stump now suddenly he can sit on. how. it turned into a log wtf. dans elsewhere comments he thinks his ex showed up.

dess asks the lorax, calling him devito, if hes dated dans xD inferno escapes eeby deeby! tori said he didnt have to answer that lol. he tells us about the onceler and what an asshole he is. (dans starts humming that one song to himself lol)

"does he say how ba-a-ad can i be?" dess how do you know that. lorax wants to avoid murder this is the wrong group for that xD they hear an explosion! that was frog the little shit. dess mentions gamercave ffs xD she speaks to tori in sylvain they might need to kill the onceler forgetting lorax is fey lol. she calls it a situationship! dess comments on god hating her xD

inferno calls the sneeds ugly in front of the shopkeeper. fireball directly at the sneeds and shopkeepers! yeah their dead lol. inferno takes 17 damage. he robs the register nice. time to book it!

[bubblebuckys]

my recent sierra six kick, a fever, and watching barbie before taking a nap, made for a hell of a dream lmao

im putting this here so i can go back and remember this dream but also if anyone is interested in taking a look and maybe having a little giggle

i was a new barbie in barbieland, specifically the ordinary barbie gloria pitches toward the end of the movie and so i wasn’t always as bubbly as the other barbies and had ordinary hobbies and an ordinary home and job. so i felt like i couldn’t relate to the other barbie and kens even though they tried befriending me.

so they still invited me to all the parties that i never went to, except for the latest one because i was trying to fit in more. but apparently i wasn’t the only party irregular. enter: trained agent ken, who received a depression-barbie-slash-lucas-lee-style introduction, zoom-ins and explosions and all. he’s quiet, he’s mysterious, guarded, and, yes, very much just court gentry renamed as ken. apparently he and ryan gosling!ken were distant cousins.

i was at the sidelines of the party avoiding the choreographed dance—and my feelings about not knowing the steps as the others did. everyone else not part of the dance (but definitely aware of it’s steps) was excitedly greeting six/ken, so glad he made it back safe from his last mission. they asked him how it was, if he ever got injured during, if he had a gun, if his enemies had guns. has he ever gotten shot? how does that even feel? he understood their fascination because there aren’t weapons in babieland and it was just child-like interest, but it was overwhelming for him nonetheless. because, reminder, this ken is quiet and mysterious.

and so he managed to escape the ones asking questions and now, he, too, was avoiding the dance. turning away whenever any of the other barbies and kens got close enough they would have recognized him if he hadn’t. at one turn mermaid!barbie had been behind him, just about to make eye contact so he jumped behind the tree that i had been leaning against on the other side of and so he hadn’t seen me. i jumped and spilled whatever drink i had onto the floor and turned just to see who had bumped into me.

six!ken felt bad when he heard my drink fall because he knew how extravagant the clothes were and so he stayed so he could apologize instead of running before i noticed who he was. none of the drink actually fell on my clothes though, so he saw that while my outfit was pretty it was not as outrageous (i wouldn’t use that word but i cant think of a better one) as the others. he also realized he had never met me.

i forget what i said but I was a little rude, which kind of impressed six!ken, im guessing because everyone is so nice in babrieland that he hadn’t been expecting that?, but other than that he disregarded it. he bluntly stated that i was new, and after some attitude on both ends we introduced ourselves. ken decided to stay talking to me because after i learned about his job i only made a comment about it sounding dangerous before i moved on.

we spent the rest of the night talking casually, nothing too deep, and by the end of it i was invited to stay for girls night. i promised i would stay next time because it was way past the time i usually went to sleep, and then six!ken offered to walk me home even though i just lived down the street (his spidey-senses were tingling)

BUT! in the middle of the night someone broke into my house and they were trying to kidnap me. i was fighting but obviously i was not a fighter. which is when six!ken showed up and fought off the four strange men, where he came from we dont know, and he told me we had go to the real world to hide and get answers.

and unfortunately that’s when i woke up :((

(also this is never explicitly mentioned but six!ken is regularly going to and leaving the real world and somehow its not messing up reality ? but wtv. and this is basically where the sierra program came into play in this universe lol. since we have that part in barbie where the cia/fbi calls mattel to let them know a barbie is on the loose we know they are aware of the possibility of these dolls coming to life. and because the sierra program is just the cia using people who have no record of existence to complete missions off the books, who’s a better candidate for that than a fucking ken doll, right?)

[sigmaelxgr]

Random OC ask, summer game! ⛱️☀️🌊.

What your OCs or favorite characters would be doing on a beach? In case they absolutely can't go on a beach, what other summer activity do they enjoy?

Bonus level - once answered, pass this ask to 3 other people's inboxes!

Its summer tiiime, thank you for asking me <3<3<3

Sangre : You're already at beach before people join you! Its even you who invite. You spend all your time at Senchal, walking the bright sands near the sea and enjoying the warmth of the sun. You adoooore to sunbath, your greyish pale skins turns a little coal when cooked perfectly. You're so darn pretty. If you can, after shading your skin to perfection, you'll nap under a tree all the afternoon! You enjoy fishing too, harvest your own seafood and probably can cook seagrass like a chef. Well, you're the one who cooks for all! Just, no swimming. You tolerate water but are uncomfortable with it when you stop feeling the sand with the tip of your feet. But yeh: being at the beach near Senchal thats already kinda what you do all day ! + Khajiit music my dear, its so lovely you should dance with the catfolk too!

Sigma-El : SEAFOOD. SEASHELLS. JEWELRY. SEEING A FISH. RUN. SCREAM. EXCITEMENT. AAAAAAAAA until Xangr calms you down bc youre cute but hella noisy. When you can, you come back shrieking like a vulture after all that lives under the waves, mimicking wings with your arms... you want to spend all day playing with other people, you chat and chat with strangers and end up exhausted sleeping like a charm. You want fun and need compagny, and you want to scream your love for crabs so so much.

Dahkem : You got no time for vacation. Clock is ticking and solutions wont find themselves. Your two other aspects unerve you, and you end up barely conviced by Xangr that having a little fresh air will help your mind to recover and work better, but you try to force yourself to despise every bit of it so you can show him wrong. You pretend you hate the feeling of the sand under your feet. You pretend the sun hurts your clear irises (poor sorcerer that never leaves his chambers). You pretend until alone early in the morning, you take off one of your shoe and take the time to press the skin of your foot upon the cold sands. Yeah... It reminds you ashes. It reminds you home. You won't come to those afternoons with Xangr, but you'll walk the beach so early you're sure nobody will discover the truth. It will help you appease your preoccupied mind, and for once, you'll hear yourself thinking so clearly... Your only purpose.

Charybde : YOU'RE A EFFIN MAORMER. And not just a random maormer, you're half leviathan, half a beast ! You love to stalk under the water and play too rough with people that you catch to bring them to the deep. For you, it's hella funny, but you dont acknowledge how other kinds may not find it hilarious and fight you back. When finally alone in the water, you become bored and chose to emerge and walk back to the shore. You look perfect, and as you meet Xangr's awed gaze, you flex those beast muscles of yours with a smug smile. He shouts to you, and you parade like a Prince, showing all the new scales that you have on your back, proving you're about to become an adult. Suddenly, Xangr stops applauding...

Valestair : How you enjoy the sea, and how the Sun hates you ! Meticulously escaping the presence of mortals, you come listen at night to the quiet rumblings of the waves. It's soothing to your ever so sensible ears. It's soothing to your waking predator instincts. It reminds you mortality, it reminds you who you are, it reminds you childhood with your brothers and sisters. You miss them. You'll write letters on this beach, a smile on your lips forgetting the presence of your fangs, all your loved ones in mind.

[whumpy-wyrms]

The Last Lab Rat CYOA #9

TLLR AU masterlist | TLLR masterlist

content: whumpee pov, lab whump, sorta drugging but not really, scientist carewhumper

You chose: Timidly drink it. You’re wary, but you’re in too much pain not to.

— 

You sigh. He’s already got you exactly where he wants you. You’re trapped and restrained with a sprained ankle, you know what happens when you refuse him, so there’s nothing much you can do but comply. Besides, if you refuse, he’ll probably find a way to get that into your system anyway, and you’d rather take the easy way this time. And it’s probably a good idea to try and gain this guy’s trust so you can use it to escape later.

So, despite being horrified about what this strange looking liquid will do to you, you timidly reach out and grab the vial from his hands. You see him smiling from the corner of your eye, no doubt glad that you're actually complying for once. Then slowly, with shaking hands, you bring the vial to your lips and take a sip.

It tastes odd- strong, overwhelming your senses, and yet you can’t pinpoint the flavor or if it even has one. You grimace as you gulp it down quickly and try your hardest to ignore the strange taste as the glowing liquid slides down your throat. Once you’re done, you lick your lips and timidly look up at Anton.

“There, that wasn’t so bad,” he says, plucking the empty vial out of your hand. “Your ankle should heal in no time.” He ruffles your hair and smiles down at you.

Goosebumps spread across your skin. He keeps doing that. It should bother you, but for some reason… it doesn’t.

You’re both still sitting on the floor, your back against the wall and him sitting cross crossed legged across from you. Your eyes flicker to the window to your right, the constant looming reminder of that strange place just on the other side of the glass. You wonder what he just made you drink, and if he’d just mixed it up himself with all those strange tubes of chemicals you see out there.

Your captor follows your gaze out the window, watching you look out at his laboratory with worry painted over your face. He tilts his head.

“You’re wondering why you’re here, aren’t you?” He asks, giving you that same gentle smile.

You look at him and nod, hearing your heart thumping rapidly in your chest in nervous anticipation. Finally, finally, he’s going to tell you everything. Took him long enough.

“I’m a scientist.” He grins, twirling the empty glass vial between his fingers as he talks. “I have a lot of ideas and a lot of goals… but it was getting too dangerous to keep experimenting on myself. I need a new human subject to test my experiments on, so that’s what you’re for!”

Dread pools in your stomach. “Your… test subject?”

“Yes! All you have to do is stay here and let me test out whatever experiment I want to do on you. It’s not that bad. There won't be that much pain, if I can help it.” He ruffles your hair affectionately. “I’m sure it’s a lot to process, and I’ll give you all the time to adjust that you need. But everything will be much easier if you accept it. I know you’ll come to like it here.”

Well… now you know.

next

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glad we agreed to drink his silly juice 🧪🧪🧪!!! it’s so scrumptious!!! best thing i've ever tasted fr i want more!!!

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