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cumbuni · 22 hours ago
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✧˚ · . what's worse than running into an old flame? Oh yeah, finding out he’s your rival assassin✧˚ · .
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“You’re hot when you’re trying to kill me.”
Toji Zenin had always been insufferable, and that was before you found out he was the rival assassin you’d been sent out to kill. The revelation hit you like a punch to the gut, memories of your tumultuous relationship flooding back. His arrogance, his infuriating smirk, the way he always seemed to get under your skin – it all made sense now.
You had never been a particularly skilled assassin, not in comparison to him. He was an elite, a member of the infamous Zenin clan. You were little more than a rookie in the grand scheme of things, which is why you were always sent on the most tedious, boring, and downright humiliating jobs. You thought you had done a pretty decent job hiding your identity from him, but apparently that was not the case.
The tension crackled between you as you locked eyes, a mix of danger and familiarity swirling in the air. "Oh, please, flattery won’t work." you retorted, a playful glint in your eye despite the seriousness of the situation. The banter between you felt like a dance, a dangerous yet exhilarating game of words and swords. As the moonlight bathed the long since dead warehouse in a silvery glow, a moment of silence hung between you before Toji sighed, his gaze intense. "I guess we always did have a strange way of showing affection.”
You knew you’d fucked up when he caught your wrist mid strike, pulling you into him. Much to your annoyance. “Tsk. If you wanted to be close to me all ya had to do was ask love.” his lips are curling into that angering smirk. “I. . . I hate you.” your words sound small, uncertain under his steel gaze.
He cocks his head, “Is that right?”
Shit.
He’s fucking you like he wants to kill you, oh wait, he does. His veiny cock is hot, searing, splitting you in half. Every thrust pushes air from your lungs, and you can't scream. You're on the verge of tears, and the sounds that come from your mouth are pathetic.
An inked bicep curls around your neck, craning your head back. His other arm is a bar across your shoulders. You can barely breathe. The thrusts are brutal, and his balls slap wetly against your aching clit. “Mixing business with pleasure? Tsk, such ah slut.” He coo’s into your ear, his voice a rumble against your back.
Your body is aflame with pleasure. You don't want to like this, but you can't help it. The way he moves, the way he controls the speed and depth of his cock inside you, you're not in control.
He has you pinned. “Missed this—oh!” He’s cruel. Molding your gummy pussy with his angry cock, hitting the end of you and dragging back so that your inner walls suckle at the thick tip. “Ughm—I’m gonna k-kill you.” your words are strangled but he understands.
He laughs, loud and brassy.
He releases your shoulders and your upper half hits the cold floor. Weak arms too wobbly to support you. But his hips continue to piston. The smack of his thighs against your ass obscene, and your cunt soaked, leaking slick all over him. Your hands claw at the warehouse floor.
“Kill me? Awe, just when I—Fuckkkk—thought we were makin’ progress.” You want to kill him, you do, but the way he’s pounding into you has you a slobbering teary eyed mess. His cock is a rod of heat inside you, tearing you apart. It feels like he could break you.
But you take it, like a champ. Your eyes roll back. It hurts but the pain is sweet and addictive. His hand comes down on your ass and you squeal. “Ohhh she’s gripping me!” Toji was never a whiner, but god the way you’re so inviting has him hooked.
The hand on your ass kneads and soothes the reddening skin. Fingers trailing between your cheeks, pressing at the ring of muscles there. His hips still as he teases your asshole, pressing against the tight hole but never entering. His pace is slower, more controlled. And you gasp when he sends a glob of spit to the puckered hole, his fingers dipping inside.
He fucks your pussy and your asshole with his fingers, his dick never leaving you. The sensations is overwhelming. The wet noises, the sloppy sounds of your cunt taking him, the squelch of his fingers sliding in and out of your tight little hole.
It's all too much.
You cum. It's violent. Like a dam breaking. Your whole body jerks and shudders. Cunt throbbing. Asshole convulsing. Your toes are curled so hard, you think you might have broken them.
A boneless heap on the floor, twitching, whimpering and drooling. He’s still, buried into the hilt of you, watching and waiting for your orgasm to subside. But the assassin isn’t done with you. “Tojiiii, I can’t—“ “Givin’ up so soon? I taught you better.” His hips begin to move again. The sound that leaves your mouth is one you've never made before. High pitched, and desperate. “You thought we were done? m’just getting started. Gonna send you back full of cum.”
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sanjisleggy · 3 days ago
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this love of mine (trafalgar law x reader) [pt1]
summary: Trafalgar Law’s sudden discovery of your past ties to Straw Hat Luffy and Fire Fist Ace leaves his emotions in shambles
a/n: it’s my first time writing for Law and i’m a bit nervous but imma try my best!! i’m basing my interpretation of his personality on his appearance so far in punk hazard + some fics i’ve read of him before ;;0;; i’ve been struggling with this for like almost 3 days now so imma split this into 2 parts and hope the second part isn’t as tough to write :’D 
contents: set during Sabaody Archipelago arc w/ spoilers (?) from Luffy’s childhood, Luffy’s older sister!reader, Law has to deal with his feelings and is a Mess, Ace is causing trouble without even being physically present, jealousy, insecurity, angst
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part 2
i. 
as Trafalgar Law watches the infamous Straw Hat captain sucker punch a Celestial Dragon, the very last thing he expects to hear is you shouting the boy’s name.
“Luffy?!” you nearly scream, jumping out of your seat beside your captain. all of the eyes that were initially glued to the ruckus now turn to you, including that of Monkey D. Luffy; and it isn’t lost on Law how the furious scowl on the younger man’s face almost instantly morphs into a giant smile.
“(Y/N)!” Luffy yells in return as he waves his arms around wildly. “i can’t believe you’re here! you made it, too!!”
Law is vaguely aware of Shachi and Penguin whispering animatedly to each other behind him but he can’t really be bothered to listen to them right now, not when you so recklessly leap into action once the fighting begins.
he and Bepo watch silently as you strike guard after guard with your signature weapon–a long metal pipe–while you move in tandem with Straw Hat Luffy. it’s almost seamless, the way he and you work around each other’s moves, as if the other’s fighting pattern is almost engraved into your very muscles.
“woah, what the hell?” Shachi comments aloud. “i never knew (Y/N) was friends with Straw Hat. did you, captain?” Law only manages a loose shake of his head, a million thoughts running through his mind as he continues to observe how different you seem as you fight beside Luffy.
in all the years Law has known you, you’ve always struck him as a level-headed fighter and an overall extremely calm and collected person–it’s one of the many reasons he fell for you to begin with. and yet here you are, having leapt into action seemingly without a second thought, all for a boy Law didn’t even know you were associated with until right now.
“you guys don’t think she hid this from us on purpose, right?” Penguin suggests in a tone tinged with slight embarrassment, as though uncomfortable at the idea of even thinking you’d been wilfully hiding something from everyone.
“no… she must’ve had a reason…” Bepo replies, idly hugging Law’s sword as his eyes continue to trace your movements at the front of the auction house. he winces when you land a particularly harsh blow against one of the Celestial Dragon’s guards.
as the conversation awkwardly dies out, Law can’t help but feel the eyes of his crewmates looking his way almost expectedly. he doesn’t blame them, after all, it’s no secret you’ve been dating for quite a while now. if anyone was to be the most shocked at this discovery, it’d have to be him.
“and here i was thinking you were never gonna wake up,” an unfamiliar voice spoke as Law’s eyes fluttered open. head spinning, he groaned and tried to rub his face with his hands, only to wince when a sharp pain bloomed over his palms. “your hands got burned a bit. i don’t think they’ll scar but you shouldn’t try to move them so much for now.”
“who are you?” he croaked as he blinked away the blurriness in his vision and was greeted by the sight of an unfamiliar room. “where am i?”
“i’m (Y/N) and i don’t know where we are,” you replied simply. “all i know is that you almost died and i saved your life.”
“why?”
“do i need a reason?”
the sudden sound of a gunshot tears across the auditorium and is followed by a cacophony of gasps as all eyes turn to the stage where just mere seconds ago, one of the Celestial Dragons stood with a gun pointed at a mermaid. 
Law feels his heart sink when he realises what you’ve done.
standing on wobbly knees, you let your pipe fall to the ground with a loud clang. before you lies the unconscious body of a lady Celestial Dragon with her gun now sitting a few metres away from her unmoving hand. 
you’d moved without thinking after seeing the way Luffy and his crewmates shouted when the mermaid’s life was put in danger. the dots connected in your head and it gave you all the reason you needed to risk it all for his friend.
he is, after all, your beloved baby brother.
“(Y/N)!” two distinct voices cry your name at the same time as blood begins to pour out of your stomach, the warm red liquid seeping through your fingers as you clutch your wound in vain. out of the corner of your eye, you can see Luffy sprinting towards you but out of instinct, you scan the scattering crowd in search of your captain. 
the moment your eyes meet, you’re shambled into his arms. 
“what’s the matter with you?!” Law hisses under his breath before he lays you down carefully on the ground. “you’re never this reckless. why’d you–”
“hey! you!” Luffy barks, pointing a finger in your partner’s direction. in true Luffy-fashion, he completely ignores the countless guards and marines as they continue to charge towards him, only to get beaten down by his crewmates before they can even get close. “give me my big sister back!”
“SISTER?!” exclaims a chorus of voices, a combination of his crew and your own.
you can only manage a sheepish smile when Law glances down at you with a flabbergasted look on his face.
ii.
“you should join my crew.” he’d spoken so casually, as though such a proposition wasn’t potentially life-changing for a lone wolf like yourself. 
after you managed to find his crew mates and lead them back to your temporary hideout, you’d been invited onto their submarine with the offer to drop you off anywhere you’d like. unable to think of any place in particular, you decided to stick around for a bit and before you knew it almost six months had passed by.
“i mean, you’ve stuck around this long,” Law continued after realising you weren’t going to respond any time soon, “you must trust us to some capacity, right?” 
he’d hit the bullseye without even trying. 
you liked the Heart Pirates, you really did, but your journey from the very day you departed from your home island was wrought with hurt and betrayal. after countless encounters with scummy captains and their shitty crews, you swore you’d go solo until you could find one of your brothers again. it didn’t matter which: Ace, Sabo or Luffy. 
they were the only ones you could trust, after all.
the commotion dies down after a strong wave of Haki washes over the room, followed by the thuds of countless unconscious bodies unceremoniously hitting the ground. everyone turns their attention to the culprit–everyone except you and the man currently patching you up.
kneeling over you, Law silently sanitises and bandages your gunshot wound after ensuring there wasn’t any fragments left in your flesh. he’d been deadly quiet after Luffy announced to the world his ties to you as your brother and you aren’t entirely sure if this is the regular Law kind of quiet or the bad kind of quiet. something in you heart says it’s the latter and yet your boyfriend tends to your wounds so tenderly, as if he isn’t upset in the slightest.
once he’s done, he even helps you to your feet slowly and carefully, though still not saying a single word. 
after a while of watching the Straw Hats speak to an old man who showed up out of nowhere, Luffy comes running your way. it isn’t lost on you how Law’s shoulders tense up in response as he inches closer towards you until the back of his hands brushes against yours. 
“(Y/N)!” he laughs before throwing himself against you and pulling you into a tight hug. although it really hurts your wound, you can’t help but smile as he nuzzles his cheek affectionately against yours. “i’ve missed you so much! i can’t believe you’re here of all places! did you see my wanted poster? i have a super awesome crew now, you should meet them–”
Law observes as the Straw Hat captain yaps endlessly whilst you gaze down at him with a softness in your eyes your boyfriend foolishly thought had always been reserved solely for him.
“oh! and i met Ace in Alabasta and he told me to give this to you if i ever see you,” Luffy says as he rummages through his pockets before pulling out a ring strung on a chain. “Ace also told me to tell you that he misses you lots and hopes to see you again soon!”
Ace? surely it’s not Fire Fist Ace? what connection do you have with him, of all people? what else have you been keeping from me?
though, now that he thinks about it, Law never would’ve expected you to be siblings with Straw Hat Luffy, who’s to say you aren’t associated with other infamous pirates? since the day you agreed to be his girlfriend, he’d been under the impression he knows who you are, as you do with him, but now he’s not so sure anymore. 
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pearlofthewoods · 3 days ago
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Oh OKAY JANE ESPENSON with After Life!
So the beautiful scene that begun this whole thread… was written by a woman?
Sounds about right. ↕️🙂
(Thank you thank you Jane Espenson for all you gave to us Spuffy girlies 🥰, we are forever in your debt.)
But honestly, I never even considered that there would be such a gendered split between the healthier Spuffy writing and the more toxic-ish Spuffy writing. I just thought it might be a change in writers in general that created some of the more inconsistent-with-previous-episodes characterisation.
But now I realise it that was that, but it was also probably something to do with the men.
So I now feel very vindicated in questioning it in my earlier post.
Thanks so much for doing the research @aphony-cree. 🙏 This was a very enlightening read.
p.s. And in honour of Jane Espenson, I’m including the two scenes that first made me truly fall in love with Spuffy, all those years ago.
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(snippet from the gorgeous Buffyverse Wiki ‘After Life’ transcript since Tumblr won’t let me add 2 videos at once 🥲)
DAWN: Spike? Are *you* okay?
SPIKE: I'm ... what did you do?
DAWN: Me? Nothing.
Buffy clutches the top of her shirt closed, looks up at Spike a little fearfully.
SPIKE: Her hands.
Buffy lowers her hands, puts them behind her back, looks uncomfortable.
DAWN: Um, I was gonna fix 'em. I don't know how they got like that.
SPIKE: I do. Clawed her way out of a coffin, that's how. (to Buffy) Isn't that right?
BUFFY: (quietly) Yeah. That's ... what I had to do.
SPIKE: Done it myself.
Throughout this, Spike continues staring at her as if he thinks he's dreaming. Now he snaps out of it.
SPIKE: Um ... We'll take care of you. Come here.
He puts out his arm and guides Buffy into the living room.
SPIKE: (to Dawn) Get some stuff, uh, mercurochrome, bandages.
DAWN: Okay.
Dawn goes off. Spike follows Buffy into the living room. She sits on the sofa and he sits on the coffee-table facing her. He takes her hands in his and looks at them. Then he looks up at her face and their eyes meet.
BUFFY: How long was I gone?
SPIKE: Hundred forty-seven days yesterday. Uh ... hundred forty-eight today. (smiles a little) 'Cept today doesn't count, does it?
And secondly;
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“But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but ... after that. Every night after that. I'd see it all again ... do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways ... (softly) Every night I save you.”
So thank you Jane Espenson, for giving me the version of Spuffy and of Spike that I’ll always carry in my heart.
The gentler, kinder version that I always hoped they’d find their way back to. This was the goal. This was the aim. And by the end of Season 7, I think they were finally getting there again. They just took the long way round.
Buffy wanting some time alone then telling Spike "That's okay. I can be alone with you here" is one of the most romantic lines ever, but then they followed it up with Spike telling her "Buffy, if you're in … if you're in pain … or if you need anything… or if I can do anything for you.." and they really expected us to think they were bad together and shouldn't be a couple
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sparklypinkflightsuit · 3 days ago
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Love To Watch You Leave: Part 7 - Final
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Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader
Warnings: Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Swearing, Fluff, Angst, Bullying, Smut, Grieving, Pining, Alcohol, Military Inaccuracies, Knife Injury’s and Attempted Murder
- Part 6 Here -
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18+ Only
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Bradley was only on the floor for a second, before his adrenaline went into overdrive and he stumbled back onto his feet.
When he’d kicked the door open, you were pinned up against the opposite wall, the knife being plunged over and over into your stomach. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you barely clung to consciousness, blood covering Bradley’s bed and walls.
White hot rage boiled through Bradley’s veins and he charged at Angie, knocking her hard into the back wall. The knife clattered to the floor and skidded a few feet out of reach.
Bradley and Angie both dove for the knife, fists and feet flying left and right and all sense of humanity and civility in the world now long behind them.
Bradley didn’t care that this was once someone he sort of cared about, or someone he recently felt sorry for, now she was just someone who was threatening everything he cared about in the world.
He pinned her to the ground with his knee on her back as he scrambled for the knife, but Angie threw all of her weight, which was surprising considering her size, and Bradley flew to the side, landing on his injured shoulder blade.
She grabbed the knife first and climbed on top of Bradley, straddling him with the knife pressed against his neck.
Bradley held his hands up, teeth gritting and nostrils flaring, “You might as well just do it, Angie. I’m never gonna forgive you for this.”
Angie shook her head softly, “We could still try, we could make this beautiful.” She grinned down at him, the knife nicking his already scarred skin.
Bradley carefully turned his head to look at you laying on the floor by the wall, blood covering your hands and stomach.
Tears brimmed to his eyes and he was once again overcome by rage and hatred.
“There will never be a world where me and you are together.”
Angie’s face turned from a grin to a scowl and she screamed, lifting the knife into the air, ready to plunge it into Bradley’s throat. If she couldn’t have him, no one else could.
As the knife lifted from his throat and rose up, Bradley took the split second opportunity to grab her wrist. He used what strength he had in his other arm to push her off of him and onto the floor. He quickly got up and knelt against her, pining her to the floor, the knife now pressed against her neck.
She suddenly changed her tactic and pulled out the puppy dog eyes, eyebrows pulling together, “No, I’m sorry! Im sorry! Don’t kill me, please.”
She cried, squirming for her life underneath him.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t.” Bradley growled.
“I’m pregnant.” She blurted out.
Bradley eased up ever so slightly on the knife. “You’re lying.”
“No, I really am, I promise. It’s yours Bradley, please, please don’t do this.” She cried.
“Fuck!” He threw the knife across the room and slid off of her, propping himself up against the cold wooden floor, shock now overwhelming him.
Angie lay on the floor trying to catch her breath, “We… we could be a happy family, Brad, don’t you see that?”
“Don’t fucking move or I swear to God I will kill you with my bare hands.” He spat, crawling across the room to you.
You were shaking and awash of any colour now, blood flowing over your fingers as Bradley lifted you into his arms.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m gonna get help, please just hold on.” He shakily kissed your forehead and lay you down carefully.
Bradley stood on wobbly feet and limped over to the knife.
Pointing it at Angie, he told her to stand and walk in front of him to the living room where he left his phone.
She did as she was told, now having nothing to defend herself with, and Bradley sat her down in front of him as he called 911.
“If she dies, Angie, you’ve ruined my life and I will not let you get away with it.”
Bradley held the knife out and Angie stared back, almost a glint in her eye, neither moved until the flashing blue lights appeared outside.
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- 1 year later -
“I’m thinking either French Blue or Sage Green for the living room, what do you think?” You held up two cans of paint to the light in the hardware store.
Bob chuckled, “Either, both good choices, whatever you prefer, it’s your project anyway.”
You hummed as you considered your options, “Okay, French Blue. Maybe green for the kitchen.”
“Yes ma’am, want me to take those for you?”
“No I got it, thanks.” You grinned.
“Honey, what about these for the garden?” A voice from the next isle over called. Bradley walked around the corner of the isle holding a box of string lights, “I know you love them usually, what do you think?” He asked, stopping in front of you and Bob.
“That’s a great idea, babe. But you’ll need to ask Bob if he can help with that as well, I don’t think I’ll reach.”
Bob shrugged, “I did offer to help with renovations, so use me as you wish.”
You didn’t remember much from the day Angie attacked you, only horrible flashes that often came back to haunt you at night. The last thing you remembered was running into Bradley’s room with the full intent of jumping out of his bedroom window, only Angie was faster than she looked.
She cornered you in Bradley’s room, a dead end and you hadn’t realised that Carole had installed new locks on the windows since the last time you saw teenage Bradley sneaking out of his window at night.
You backed up against the far wall, your hands held out defensively.
“Angie, please don’t do this. It’s not worth it.” You begged.
“The moment I saw you with him I began to plan this, the only reason I didn’t get it over and done with last night is because you said it wasn’t real. If only you had kept your word, Y/N, then none of this would be happening. God, does girl code mean nothing these days?”
The next thing you remember was the hot pain of the knife in your stomach, and again and again, you felt like you’d been punched over and over, the last few feeling like nothing as adrenaline and shock began to set in, the corners of your vision darkening. Just before everything went dark you thought you saw Bradley’s beautiful face but you couldn’t be sure if you were hallucinating.
You woke up 3 weeks and several operations later in hospital, your mom on one side and Bradley on the other.
You were so relieved to see that Bradley was okay, but when he ran you through the details and told you there was a chance he was going to be a father, you were heartbroken.
For days you refused to speak to anyone as you lay in your hospital bed. You had no idea how you’d gotten yourself tied up in this, you’d always swore you’d never go out of your way for a man if it would kill you, and this time it nearly had. You certainly never thought it would be Bradley you’d fall for either.
But Bradley remained by your side, giving you the time you needed but also the support you didn’t know you required.
The surgeries had taken a toll on you and you’d lost a lot of blood, but luckily the knife somehow missed all of your major organs. The day you were finally discharged, you insisted on walking to the truck instead of being wheeled, you were eager to stretch your legs after weeks in bed.
You hadn’t taken into account how weak your legs would be, and not far down the corridor your legs gave out beneath you.
Bradley was quick to catch you, his big strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you into him as you began to sob in frustration. He sat down on the floor with you in his lap, your head nestled in his neck with his chin resting on your head.
“I’m so sorry, for everything… but I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I’m gonna be here for you, I’m gonna help you, no matter what you need I’m there.” He kissed your head, his hand stroking your hair.
“Why? What could you possibly gain from that?” You sniffled, tilting your head to look up at him with watery eyes.
Bradley chuckled softly as he pressed a long, loving kiss against your lips. He pulled away and stroked your hair from your eyes, “Because I love you.” He stated so confidently. “And when I thought I was gonna lose you, those were the darkest weeks of my life. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
You laughed a wet laugh and kissed him again, “Ditto, Bradshaw.”
A year later, and things were going much better. You’d moved in with Bradley and things were magical. Long gone was the boy that made your life hell, and instead here was the man that made your eyes roll to the back of your head almost daily, who made your heart flutter and was a real life Prince Charming.
You hadn’t realised how grown up he was until you moved in with him, and he would cook you these amazing dinners. He looked good doing it too, and you really loved watching him.
This would mostly end with you tearing his clothes off before dinner was even eaten, and he’d make love to you on the kitchen table.
You loved it when he did gardening, always in his jorts and shirtless, skin glistening in the afternoon sun and he worked away, muscles rippling and sweaty. You would lay reading on your lounger, ice tea in hand, but you would be too distracted to even notice the condensation dripping against the pages of your new book. This would almost always end with you taking his hand and dragging him into the house.
Bradley loved it, you swore he did it on purpose.
The first time you’d had sex had actually been a couple of weeks after you were discharged, Bradley had convinced your mom to let you stay with him, because your mom had to work and Bradley was still off on rest from deployment, so one day you lay on the couch as you watched him put up new shelves for your books.
He wore a tight white t-shirt which threatened to tear as his muscles flexed and bulged.
You suddenly found yourself biting your lip and clenching your thighs as you watched. You almost moaned as he turned to look at you over his shoulder, a screw between his teeth, and he winked at you.
“Brad.” You said softly.
“Hmmm?” He asked, the screwdriver twisting in his hand, the veins on his arms standing out.
“I need you. Like… right now.” You purred.
He immediately dropped the screw driver on the shelf and turned around. “Like… need me, need me?”
You nodded, biting your lip.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” He asked cautiously as he edged towards you.
“Oh you have no idea…”
The way Bradley made love to you the first time was like nothing else. He gently kissed you all the way down your body, spending extra time on your new scars. He was so careful with you but so sensual, it felt like your body was on fire and your nerves alight.
He really was big, but the stretch was just what you’d hoped for as he slowly ground into you, you had to plant your lips firmly to his neck to stop the noises he was pulling from you.
Those big hands of his made sure no part of you was left unattended for long, and his lips, those soft, full lips, they were secretly your favourite, you couldn’t get enough of them on yours and on your skin.
You were definitely fully head over heels for Bradley at this point, so just shy of 8 months later, when Angie had her baby in prison, you had decided you would support Bradley no matter what the results of the paternity test were.
You paced the living room as you waited impatiently for Bradley to get home. When he walked through the door, you stood and looked at him in silent anticipation.
“I’m… I’m not a dad.” He sighed in relief, and you exclaimed, jumping into his arms.
This meant you would never have to visit Angie in prison for the sake of their child, although you did feel badly for the new born baby boy, and what this meant for him.
“They did find the real father, he’ll be okay.” Bradley said, reading your mind.
You sighed in relief as you nodded.
You and Bradley were living together fully now, you’d moved all your things over from next door, and Bradley had said to decorate the house how you wanted, as it hadn’t been updated since he was a child.
Bob had offered some assistance, you, him and Bradley now close friends, and you’d dragged them to the hardware store that day to pick out paint colours.
You loaded the Bronco with your decoration haul and Bradley drove the three of you back, dropping Bob home to change into some overalls, he’d promised to be back later to start painting.
You excitedly hopped up the front porch, keen to drop the paints off and pop in to see how your mom was doing.
“You sure you don’t mind the colours I’ve picked?” You asked as you fiddled with the front door keys, Bradley’s arms wrapping around you from behind.
“No, you did a great job. You could paint the whole house yellow and I’d just be happy if you were happy.” He hummed, kissing the shell of your ear.
“You soppy thing, you.” You chuckled, opening the door.
A pile of post lay on the floor and you bent down to pick it up, looking through the envelopes.
“This one’s for you.” You handed him a big yellow envelope.
His face fell slightly as he took it, and his jaw visibly clenched while he opened it and read the document enclosed.
“You okay? What is it?” You stood in front of him, nervously waiting.
He looked up from the document and sighed, “They’re my deployment papers.”
“When do you leave?” Your happy mood suddenly deflating massively. You knew it was coming, he was given a good deal of leave, so it had to be any day now.
“2 weeks Thursday.”
You nodded, forcing a smile, “It’ll be okay, once you get back the house will be done and I’ll be right here waiting, promise.”
You’d keep your promise, just like you would countless other times in the future when he’d leave. You’d always be waiting excitedly when we returned, relieved he was safe.
The day came and you stood anxiously on the docks, your dress flowing in the breeze as Bradley unloaded his duffle bag from the truck.
He placed it on the floor and rounded the side of the truck to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head softly.
“Gonna miss you, kid.” He mumbled into your hair.
You pulled back slightly to look at him, your hand stroking his cheek in adoration, “I’ll be right here, just come back safely.”
Bradley nodded and pressed his lips to yours for a long moment, savouring the feeling while he could. He pulled back and rested his forehead to yours as he sighed, “I love you, you know that right?”
“Of course I do. I love you right back.” You grinned.
Bradley picked up his bag and blew you a kiss as he began to walk away. You leaned against the truck as you watched him.
“Hey Bradshaw!” You called out, and Bradley turned, a huge grin on his face as he looked at you with a full heart.
You chuckled, enjoying the cheeky look on his face once more, “I really hate to see you go… but I love to watch you leave.”
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I don't do..anons. so yes, just gonna ask this as me‼️ Hello‼️‼️
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Right okay, I saw your art like the yellow red one right and I saw you talking about your tulpa in that and it took me a second cause at first I thought you were doing a Collab with someone and I was looking for a tagged account or something 😭😭 and then I was like hang on it's not been tagged so it can't be that. And then I saw the hashtag about the tulpa thing and my brain was like, I've heard that term before. And I had, but it was cause of Supernatural. Think the episode was Hell House, either way in that course some kids draw a sigil and don't know what they're doing, spread a rumour and enough people see the sigil and believe the made up story for it to become real. I'm gonna hazard a guess that this isn't what's happening here. Cause 1. No axe murderers are present and 2...idk. suppose it wasn't on accident lol
But basically, what I'm asking is, what's gone on? Like please could you define what a tulpa is cause I'm a tad bit confuseled. I've got a grasp. A jist if you will. But yeh, that, and how it works for you and how long all this has been about for because yeh, the original post confused me a lot and I had no context to understand what was going on lol
Hiii!!!!!
Ok so, never watched supernatural cause I lack media culture, but I looked at the fandom wiki and I assure you it's NOTHING like that 😭
Ik the practice of creating a tulpa comes from buddhism and is related to religion and stuff, but like I found out about it through an online friend back in 2017ish cause they developed one. Needles to say, in these cases we're talking about the western interpretation of the phenomenon that is mainly psychological and not spiritual.
With a tulpa you bascially create a sentient being on a subconscious level that shares the body with you. Please note that this is not in any way related to conditions such as DID, as you do not have the splitting of a subconscious, you actually add more of them into a body. And an important aspect that separates tulpae from alters is that with a tulpa you're fully aware and consensual with having a second person inside the body, you will never accidentally develop a tulpa out of the blue.
To make an example also, imagine there's a wheel with a hamster inside, they represent respectively the body and the subconscious mind that inhabits it. Now imagine there are more hamsters but they're in the same wheel. That's a body with more subconsciouses (I might be butchering this word I'm so sorry).
Needless to say, doing this requires a long trail of meditation, as one needs to focus on everything they perceive out of a person normally (the way they look, talk, move, smell. you get it, everything) and obviously their personality. These things do change with time once the tulpa settles as a stable part of the host's (the one who creates them) life, but at least sketching down the idea of the person that you're creating helps in the overall process.
Ok so. The most important part. A tulpa is NOT evil, and cannot be evil. That's something I found out in the guides I followed at the start of my journey with my first tulpa. They have no reason to turn over their creator cause they are meant to be companions. I'm not super informed on the theory thing now cause I got into it two years ago and since then we've just been living, but there articles online who talk about this so feiughirgh
Now, in my experience Jack came to be part of my life around two years ago, on july 9th. I was going through a weird depressive period where I would not talk to anybody and felt like shit over nothing. During that time I also used to watch fight club a lot, like three times a week, and grew obsessively attached to the characters to the point all I thought about was fc (this feels so weird to remember omg). Anyways, remembered about my friend with the tulpa, and decided to do the same thing. So I got informed on the procedure and gradually managed to develop Jack over time :3
On the 27th of Trevor also started developing, in his case it was Jack that went throughout the major part of the creation process cause I was busy with school, but yeah since then it's been the three of us living life yk.
Also, I obviously got better since that summer, them being with me helped me out a lot and obviously I didn't create them with the intent of getting. Free experimental therapy or some shit. They are part of me and I love them ver very much, knowing that they're always with me brings a sense of sheer comfort in my life. I just love my bros man. Then again, I suck at communication so there are days when we talk less. nonetheless we still interact via concepts or through the headspace (mental landscape where they pretty much live when not fronting).
Oh, also lately we've been aware of the fact that Jack is kinda always fronting (fronting is having control of the body btw kewnkfkgb) during the day when we are in silence at a school or on the bus, while I am the one that keeps the conversations with people (ironic ik). Trevor instead has no interest in the outside world, he just stays in the headspace and works as a mechanic apparently (he doesn't tell me where his workplace is also??? like for no reason at all also, I can't find that fucking place no matter how much I roam around).
Ough ok I know I sound a bit insane saying those things, but that's how it is 💨
With tulpamacy there are so many aspects one can discuss, but again, there are guides online where everything you need to know is explained, and they are explained better than whatever ramble I'm putting down here. I'm not an expert of the field, I just happen to be living it yk.
Sorry for the long and I guess confusing post, there is much more stuff I could tell you about but like. I think this manages to get the overall idea of how we work out 😸
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Golden Army: Dragon Heist Part 2
Part 1 here
The Golden Army headed through the city of Waterdeep, looking for Floon, who had been missing since last night. Brody knew time was of the essence for finding missing people. The more time that passed, the fewer clues they could find. Volo (and his monetary reward) was counting on them. He fiddled with his lute as the mid afternoon sun beat down on them.
"Alright bros. Let's split up to cover more ground. Me, Ross, and Daniel will check out The Skewered Dragon and see if anyone saw him leave. Scott, Henry, and Grayden, I want you bros to check the surrounding area for any clues. Any questions?"
"Just one, Brody. Did Volo give you a description of Floon to work with?" Grayden asked, "That seems like something important."
"He sure did, Grayden. Floon is a well dressed man of average height with long red hair. He was wearing a quote 'very ugly pearl necklace with a seashell on it' end quote."
"That's not a lot to go off of, bro" Henry added.
"I know, bro. But we want that reward money so we gotta find the guy. Now let's go! Meet back here in an hour."
And so the party split off, ready to find the missing man.
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"Are you sure there's going to be clues here?"
"Of course, bro! There's gonna be clues all over- OH WHAT IS THAT!?" Scott ran over to a nearby store window, putting his head against the glass.
"Scott, now is not the time for window shopping innit. We gotta look for Floon." Henry sighed.
"But look at that big plushie! I want it!"
Grayden sighed and looked down as his two teammates got into yet another argument about wants versus needs. That's when he spotted something glistening on the sidewalk: A rather ugly pearl necklace with a pink seashell attached.
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"Interesting..."
Grayden looked back up, an idea forming in his head. "Hey Scott, do you want to take a look around inside?"
"Oh don't tell me you're taking his side in this bro."
"Not at all. I just want to speak to the owner for a second."
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The Skewered Dragon had definitely seen better days. The front facing windows were completely smashed in and a ship's anchor was lodged in the roof. It was definitely the seedy part of town, that much Brody was sure of.
"Why would a well-off man come drinking someplace like this?" He wondered.
The inside of the tavern didn't look much better. The decor was very much nautical, and the dockworker patrons only added to the setting. Brody and Ross walked up to the bartender while Daniel approached the various patrons to see if anyone else was there last night.
"Hey there bro. We're looking for a man named Floon Blaagmar. Well dressed, long red hair, ugly necklace around his neck. Sound familiar?"
"Can't say me memory's too good right now, especially not for strangers. Maybe some coin would loosen me tongue." The bartender smirked.
Ross pulled out one of his many knives and stuck it in the counter. "Maybe some blood would loosen it too. Wanna find out, mate?"
The bartender visibly gulped. "Fine. Worth a shot anyhow. Guy's a regular here. He drank with two men that night, one after the other. He and the second man left around midnight after some drinks and a round of Three Dragon Ante."
One of the patrons Daniel was talking with interrupted. "Are youse talking about Renaer Neverember? Stuck up noble who loves to rub our faces in it."
"You mean the son of former Open Lord Dagult Neverember? I thought he'd have been in Neverwinter with his father." Daniel howled.
"Well I guess he wanted to stick around," another patron added, "not like it did 'em any good. A group of men followed the two of them out last night. Dunno what happened next but can't have been good. One had a tattoo of a snake on his neck."
A snake tattoo? That could only mean one thing.
"The Zhentarim are involved." Brody whispered.
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As the hour passed, the two groups met back up to discuss what they'd found.
"A group of Zhents followed Floon and his drinking partner out of the tavern. They came in this direction." Brody said as the others approached. He noticed Scott holding a plushie in his hands and cried for their finances.
"They were attacked outside of the Old Xoblob Shop. The owner saw five men attack the two, one of whom had a snake tattoo on his neck. We also found Floon's necklace." Grayden added.
"Wow that is ugly." Daniel commented.
"Apparently the Zhents have a warehouse they use on Candle Lane. Might get some clues if we look there." Brody wondered just what they would find at the warehouse of a rival mercenary group. One with much more influence but a much worse reputation.
"So what are we waiting for? Let's go find our guys!" Ross exclaimed, holding his dagger in the air for emphasis.
"Technically we're only looking for Floon."
"I'll bet rescuing a noble will bring us a lot of cash though, bros!" Scott said in excitement, the plushie shaking as he spoke animatedly.
"You got it, bro. To Candle Lane!"
Candle Lane wasn't very far away, and the group arrived at the warehouse in a matter of minutes, a snake imprinted on the door telling the Golden Army they had the right place. Of course, the door was locked.
"I've got this bros. One second." Ross pulled out his trusty tools and got to work, unlocking the door with a few flicks of the wrist.
"Alright bros. We're going to be doing this quietly," Brody whispered, "We sneak in, look for clues, and get out before anyone notices us. Understood?"
"Yes Cap." The others spoke in unison.
"Good. I'll go first." Brody opened the door to the warehouse slowly, trying to be as quiet as possible. Inside he spotted a group of four raven-esque creatures, huddled together in the center of the room. All was quiet until the sound of the floor creaking alerted everyone in the room to their presence.
"Oops." Brody whispered.
"INTRUDERS!"
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sillyguycrowe · 3 days ago
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Do I hear Ticci Toby has Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD) headcanons??? Fr I think he would. It lines up with him and your headcanon so well.
This is a bit long so I'm gonna put most of this under a cut!
The intense emotions, and spiteful/sharp comments when emotional, saying shit you regret later. I feel that so much with my BPD.
It's quite a challenge to deal with, and your partner will get the shit end of it at least every now and then as you try and better yourself. It's not easy and it's not fun, and doesn't make for good company.
Since Toby's never had any sort of help, he's gone so long in this unhealthy pattern and it just compacted and got worse and worse.
I bet he wouldn't be a physical danger at all, but if he got upset at all he'd have no way of managing his emotions and take it out on the people around him. He'd use triggers against you and bring up things you hadn't even thought of to attack you. He doesn't "converse" when he's angry, he just explodes. He yells, he curses, and his words BITE.
And somehow when it's over, he goes back to being Toby again. He's apologetic and upset at the things he did and said, and tries to make it up to you the best he can. Unfortunately without knowing how to help himself, he remains the same. And there's nothing anyone can do about it until he wants the help genuinely.
Notes on BPD I want to add:
It does not make you a bad person, I would call myself a great person, who sometimes does/says shitty things due to the inability to handle stress and the fact I have 0 or 100 and no in between.
It does not necessarily make you a violent person. At worst I throw things against walls, but I have never been a physical danger to another person even in the midst of a BPD split.
It's got both genetic and environmental factors. Some people are more prone to BPD genetically, but environment growing up can cause the personality disorder too.
When I am in a BPD episode I am not in my "sane mind". A person with BPD may say/do things to hurt the other person because they feel hurt, or they may use triggers against you even when they're upset. These are not things the BPD person would necessarily do, want to do, or think is okay in their "sane mind". Without help managing their condition it feels hopeless to stop yourself. This is not to say people with BPD are crazy or insane. They're not. It just happens to be a disorder which clouds your judgement severely.
BPD is not curable, but you can work your way to not being diagnosable for it anymore. This means the symptoms go down so much and cause less and less negative effect that it's essentially just... shrunk, for lack of a better term. Into something that looks normal, and something that looks like normal-people-without-BPD emotions.
Being in a relationship with Toby is toxic.
Hear me out.
Toby is not a terrible person, depending on how you see it really. He does kill people and probably to the victims families, he's the worst person on the planet but don't go into a relationship with a killer thinking it's all sunshine and rainbows.
I know some people in the fandom don't like realistic scenarios and that's totally okay if you don't. For me personally, I love a bit of a horror aspect behind it though.
Toby never received therapy nor any kind of help, so I could only imagine a relationship with him would be like stepping around egg shells. Lowkey feel like Toby is a little misogynistic too?
I know some ppl are gonna hate me for these HCs LMAO
But even though he doesn't want to admit it, he does have traits of his shitty fathers behaviour in his personality and despite being a bad person already; it adds on top of that.
THAT BEING SAID -
Toby would not physically abuse you. NEVER.
But when you argue with him, would he bring up your insecurities and become a really spiteful, shitty person? Yeah.
Of course, he would then regret it.
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chocosvt · 7 months ago
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pertaining to the idea of tenax’s band of strays i do think it’s touching that the kids are the ones who saved him and waited outside the door to make sure he’s okay. for all tenax claims to be harsh and cruel it’s a fine indicator of his character that the kids won’t rest without him and are there every time he’s in danger.
#AND I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE I HAD THEM STEALING THEIR WAY OMTO#THE PLATFORMS WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNNNN oh i love being right#also that all the kids are there watching when he kills the guy whose name i forget because i simply cannot hold names in my brain but the#evil one. who i was like oh thank GOD he died i was so sick of this plot he kept killing everyone & i screeched when he almost got claudia#something something calla saying ‘you’re not a child anymore’ about tenax’s cruelty to the brothers (which in my twisted narratives. sorry.#there’s only one scorpus who KNEW the child tenax was. the child he’s still healing and caring for. all of the children whose eyes he looks#into and sees a hurt that’s just like his? the children tenax saved whether he’ll admit it or not? scorpus saved him. and that’s all)#(also this is a terrible thing to say i knew it about but like. oh i knew it about the master of the house. tenax making sure NO ONE#touches the kids or does anything with them really but Claudia and him—the people he trusts which also now includes calla but he makes sure#it’s someone he knows. also do we have a claudia backstory??? or would i just get to invent a reason why she’s there and what she’s doing#and why she’s so loyal to tenax. did she also see the child he was and that’s why she’s so protective of him but also why she gets along#with calla so well because the two of them see how he’s festered in that. like calla fully has the rights here i think she should rip him a#new one for his lack of decency and good qualities he can be corrupt without being cruel y’know. and he should be called out on his#peter pan ass behavior you’re not a child!! there are such consequences!!! dream a little bigger a little kinder!!! change the dream you#made up with scorpus when you were a young angry teenager and make it fit who you are NOW. the life you want NOW not the life you thought#you should have & deserved. what did you learn from growing up. what changed. what do you need now & what do you want. not the same things#and i too wish that this was 30k and covered their entire backstory#BUT IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION of i also need it to be 100k canon-divergent (presumably. i’m only through episode eight. but i can’t imagine#that they will follow the plot EYE would write because they need to have a second season & you can’t have that without conflict which means#titus overthrown scorpus is gonna die metaphorically or literally etc etc the gold faction in shambles but technically triumphant with#domitian on the throne and tenax in a position of patrician power accepted into their society but still not equal and happy. whereas lmao#domitian you’re getting shipped off to some other city because your plot to overthrow titus failed and yet he is merciful enough he won’t#kill you he just sends you and hermes together (at which point over the months long journey you forgive and re-learn each other bc titus#didn’t know of the betrayal he thought it would be kind to send your (ex-)lover with you. do we see how this works perfectly) & tenax falls#back into the underworld where he now knows he belongs because blood is everything except when it isn’t. when he realizes what he has is#worth more. no matter if the blood he has is tainted or patrician the blood oath he swore with scorpus iron on their tongues means more.#calla’s split lip defending him and their winnings. kwaame’s blood on the hard packed sand of the arena fighting to stay alive and to come#home to them. the fire in aura’s cheeks when she laughs at ivy. SURPRISEEEE EVERY NARRATIVE IS A FOUND FAMILY I GUESS IT SPRUNG ON ME TOO.#and tenax doesn’t mind a little dirt and bribery every now and then. doesn’t aspire to former heights and shining brilliant out of shadows.#the gaudiness of gold &flash of fools’ dreams. YES CAN I FINALLY PLS GET MY BLACK FACTION TO REPLACE THE ILL-FATED GOLD THATLL COLLAPSE W/D
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"Skate it?"
Babyface looked across the water. Only Ellie would be that bold.
"We'll get a boat."
He looked around. The question was were they going to be brassy enough to take a boat from Delta? It probably wasn't the wisest idea as he scanned their shores and docks near the castle. The place was equip as any waterfront property would be.
Then he reasoned, "Is taking a boat from Delta's yard any different from taking a boat from anywhere else in Feral considering Frank and Delta own all of Feral anyway? Aren't all the boats in the city theirs?"
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He gave that about a two seconds think before deciding fuck it all.
"We're really only borrowing it anyhow. We'll bring it back later." A true Beagle brain at work. He gave a good nod. Yeah, that made sense to him.
Then off he bounded towards what were once King Triton's fishing boats when he was married to Maleficent long before this place was referred to as Delta Castle. The remnants of the past still floated around Feral this time literally floating and growing green sludge at the waterline.
Babyface Beagle really highjacked one of Delta's boats. Did he know how to drive one? Nope. Could he have probably used the expertise of a pirate like Will or seaman like Flotsam, Jetsam, or Hook, or even Thomas about now? Probably. But, he and Ellie were doing this on their own. It was time to learn to sail their own ship.
"Okay uh.... anchor." He was reeling that up. Just doing that was made him break a sweat. He wasn't saying these thoughts out loud, but he was starting to understand why guys like Thomas and Hook had some arm muscles. He could hear Bebop bashing him in his head for how hard he had to work just doing that and wrapping the rope from the dock. He was trying to pretend his arms were not completely cramping on him by the time they were ready to get the engines going.
But, here they were at the edge of Delta Castle ready to set sail from Feral into the night to Pleasure Island once more. He really thought that wretched place was in their past. He really should have known anything that haunts a mind the way it haunts his is never really in the past. It was calling him. He had to find out why. Maybe he was just going nuts? Maybe he just couldn't let it go? Babyface Beagle was a boy who trusted his gut and his gut said go.
Go-Go didn’t know who hip coins was but hey, it sounded like a fun demolition derby type of thing. That was the American dream right there. That was something she wanted to try while she was in this country, and it looked like there might be the possibility of that tonight. Feral was the land of opportunity, it seemed.
“Fuck calendars,” She agreed with a nod of her head, the long hair extensions creating a more dramatic effect with this. She’d almost forgotten for a minute that she was dressed up, and not in comfortable speed gear. That made it all the more thrilling.
Goddamn that was a roar. She could have never met Jetsam, never seen him, and would know that he was a Laveau just from that call alone. She exchanged an excited look with Scout. Oh hell yeah, this was going to be a night to remember.
More and more people were joining them, which was completely fine, the more the merrier. And was she a little excited that the twins were coming? Yeah. She hadn’t seen much of the chaos that she heard that Chip and Dale could cause, not with Chip running his family and creating his own little village. Dale - she knew from first meeting him that he could cause a ruckus, ever since she had seen Anton move.
She was out of the castle with Scout, Halloween party be damned.
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Bingo! Score! Win 100 tickets!
Ellie suddenly found herself trapped in a box, and without really thinking, she breathed her fire onto it, setting it in flame and stepped out the burning cardboard wreckage, looking around at the culprit, though Babyface had already pinpointed exactly who it was. Goddamn Dale.
“Yeah, let’s go,” She agreed, putting her hand on Babyface’s back to give him a little extra push as they gave chase to find out what excitement they were up to beyond the castle, red hair blending with the blue sparkles of her costume, creating a brightly-colored blur outta there.
They were out and she was ready to go and chase down the Laveaus some more, already pouting, feeling again like a little sister that was left out of something cool with the older kids. But Babyface’s sudden stop and looking out at the water had her slowing her roll, her feet coming to a slow stop, and then she trailed back up to him curiously.
They couldn’t see the island from where they were right then. But then again - with the island not getting in fresh shipments of boys, would it even still be running? Would it still have it’s magic? She tilted her head and looked out at how the moon reflected off of the water, hiding so much both above and below it’s depths.
And then she looked at Babyface, the way that he was looking out and she nodded, determination setting in her face. “Should we see if we can steal a boat, or should we skate it?”
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Seems like Thomas and Valerie were the only ones. Everyone else was greeting the dead, or dealing with an intruder, or running off to do something crazy. Jetsam had barely looked at them, they were were homefree, they could do as they liked, and what Thomas wanted to do, more than anything in the world right now, was to hold his wife and have a good ol’ dance with her while Ches was still playing the music.
A full on waltz, one hand in hers, the other around that thin waist that made it hard to believe that she had birthed triplets. She looked damn good. Her body had bounced back incredibly, and oh, he missed that stomach of her sometimes but then there were times like this when they could be close because it wasn’t in the way anymore…
No matter what happened with this body, he adored it, plain and simple.
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Honestly - Pierre had thought that Piper would hate him too. Shit, seemed like everyone did up top, and they had their reasons. It was valid. It took him over a year in Hell to realize that. Even Zero had hesitated on coming up to him and that was his goddamn pup, so Piper - yeah, he had figured she was pissed.
So Pierre was feeling VERY pleased at his reception right now, a little smug, even.
“And I for yours,” Pierre said, his eyes flickering over her face, and how it had not changed much since he had been gone. Those violet eyes, ever so striking, her rich dark hair, so black it was almost blue, the natural dusky tone of her skin. He had a habit of telling those that he was in love with that they were Gods and Goddesses but - Piper stood above the rest.
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And even more cocky as she touched him like that, right here, right out in the open. He wasn’t shy about it, didn’t try pushing her hand away, instead greeted her with a half-chub that started to grow harder. Yes, even the dead can grow, apparently. He closed his eyes into the kiss, his first in what felt like eternity, and the sweetest one he could have imagined. “Missed you too, girl.”
Then things started to get intense. He wasn’t opposed to being choked though he wasn’t super into violence in the bedroom, but this was getting real. He could feel it, even though he knew that he could not die again. His eyes opened with confusion and hurt, not with anger, not with fear, just - almost looking like a kicked puppy himself.
The information was hard to take in, not with the distraction of being choked and how achingly hard he was getting under his touch. Oh, aching indeed, it was causing a sweat droplet on Pierre’s brow and all. The Belleroses though - at the mention of him, he flickered his eyes over to his sister, who had her back turned to him, talking to the ghosts of the Merry Men. Wulf, he recognized, from Hog Fest.
And then, his eyes would look around the room again and not find the second person he was looking for, because Frank was out of the room with their flesh and blood intruder and Delta. Then back into Piper’s eyes. “- one question,” He said, his voice hoarse, choking. “Can you only bring back me or-?”
He motioned his head towards Seven. Because that was his boy right there. They went through Hell together - and a lot of Hell’s influences. Pierre was not the same boy that he had been when he went under. But he still stuck to that loyalty to Seven, despite what else might be going on in his mind. He had to at least ask. If there was any chance…
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Maddy also did a quick look around for Frank and Delta, and found them gone too. But those that were in the castle, she noticed, were friends. Save for maybe Pierre, but regardless, they were people who were not here to hurt them. Still, they shouldn’t give anyone the chance.
She nodded to Bastien as he wanted to go and get Frankie. That made her feel a lot better too. “Go, I’ll be right here, I’ll keep an eye out,” She promised Bastien, lightly brushing her hand against his lower waist, and then turned her attention to her friends, her face brightening up once more.
“Just Agnes missed me?” She asked Wulf with both eyebrows raised, but she would pet the little ghost pig that had served as flower girl at her wedding, her eyes full of delight. “I missed you too, girl.”
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Lance caught Figaro’s attention though. “LANCY PANTSY!!!” They yelled loudly and ran over to them. After all, they had been quite friendly when they went to the high school together, as all of their friends seemed to have the main character stuff going on. They snapped their fingers loudly, almost imitating Kuzco, expecting people to come out of nowhere and get shit done. “Someone get this man a Geee-Tar!”
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Elsa wouldn’t have minded if this was the rest of the night. Not a touchy-feely sort usually, but this was River. This was the son that she had for such a brief time. That she had missed so many years with and tried to get those back, tried to be there for him, tried to be the mother he didn’t need once he was an adult.
She also watched as they all went off together, and she didn’t mind at all if Koda went off with them. He deserved to have some fun out there. She was perfectly content to stay here, with the stragglers and the ghosts. But she did look towards Valerie and Thomas too, and found herself pleased that they weren’t being bothered by what was going on. Those two, always in their own little world. Dancing like they were in a music box.
“Absolutely,” She said with a nod, not acknowledging the way that he had corrected himself. Mother - it suited her much more than Ma, anyway.
So she would take his hand and they would have a dance and even Elsa would have a genuine smile on her face, seeing past all the rot, the dessication, to the boy that was underneath. She’d always see the boy. Even when he was a man.
And when he would break off to ask Valerie to dance, of course Thomas would allow this to happen with a bow of his head and a grin on his face, and would stand back and watch, even try to take some pictures with his phone so that this would seem less dreamlike.
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Frank bit back a laugh. The nerve of this guy. The fuckin’ BALLS, coming in and just demanding that Delta release his father, as if Chernabog was just a house-guest rather than her prisoner around her pretty neck. Despite wanting to laugh, his face remained in that neutral, almost ghastly expression of his.
He listened, staying silent, staying cool for now, as Delta laughed for the both of them. But he couldn’t help the corner of his mouth going up ever so slightly.
“Oh, he’s being quite serious,” Frank said, holding Delta steady, allowing the leather fabric of his shirt to wear her tears, his mind connected to Silas’s. “He has no idea he’s sniffing around the wrong lamppost.”
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He let Delta take the lead on the conversation, as per usual. She was a better talker than he was anyway. He kept himself holding onto Silas, one hand clenched on his, standing just behind. Trapping Silas between himself and Delta as he pled his case.
But when he brought up Uncle issues, he raised up his hand and gave Silas a smack on the back of his head - hard.
‘I’m not judging you. I’m judging him,’ Frank thought back towards Delta. And he was judging this guy hard. Was this foolishness, or was it bravery? Or was it just a desperate act of cowardice, because he couldn’t handle life without his daddy doing things for him. He got cut off from Oogie when he got stuck inside of Feral, so he was trying to find the next big thing, the next big Sugar Mama.
“We’ve got a special place for a thing for you,” Frank said, pulling Silas in closer to him, so that the clown’s back was up against his chest. Might even have seemed romantic, in a ‘Frollo’ type of way. “Where I’m going to cut you up, but I’m going to keep you alive. Yes, I’m going to cut you up, and I’ll see what makes you tick, makes you sick. We’ll find out exactly who you are.”
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snekdood · 2 months ago
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i feel weird even claiming my family used to be considered "rich" bc a lot of yall immediately jump to having summer homes, 20 yachts, and enough money to save a country
#not gonna act like we weren't well off... ofc we were but like.... we werent on THAT level nearly at all#more of a country club... goes on a lot of vacations.... has a decently sized house with a pool... kinda rich#which is still rich dont get me wrong but i promise i wasnt living like fucking. kim kardashian or whatever ok#we didnt have a fuckin walk-in-fridge or 20 unused empty rooms#i say this bc ppl end up surprised when i tell them im not anymore like 'how' well its a lot of things like the housing market crash#my parents getting a divorce my dad being the one with the job that my moms dad gave to him that was making him all the money#and my grandpa passed not long after i was born so when they split up we were just going off of whatever he left really for a while#had to move etc etc.... now im low income and rely on food stamps and ssi ✌️ but thats mostly bc im disabled so#kinda necessarily low income bc the govt only wants to pay the very bare minimum that they can.#its also- not my money! i dont get to decide what happens to it and i dont get to decide i get nice things or whatever. that all hinges#on if my mom or gma wants to.#so technically even if you wanted to consider them rich still- its not part of me atp bc its not even my money and im an adult#whos not legally dependent on them anymore. i think it only counts if its *your* actual money or if your parent is okay with dishing#out like a 1000 dollars a month like its nothing. completely unfazed by giving it to you.#its not rich if its conditional ok like... children of rich parents arent rich and i will die on this hill. why do you think so many of the#end up fucked up? not only is it bc they've had ppl basically doing everything for them their whole life so they dont know how to take#care of themselves they're also entirely dependent on the parent for money. when you feel controlled like that- even if your parent isnt#necessarily abusive about it- just the fact everything you do hinges on the approval of your parent- kinda fucks you up and makes#you feel like you're stuck being a forever child. not great for people who probably want to go out in the world and date to feel#like you cant escape being dependent on your parents
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ofcowardiceandkings · 5 months ago
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the sinus headaches are already not great but Extra Shit has been added to the pile and im just sat on that right now trying to figure out what the fuck to do
#ive uh not processed it yet and it also wont really shake out for a little while now i guess but .. yeah#long story short my friends who ive been A Trio with since we were 11 might be done with each other#theres a LOT of additional factors but theyre splitting a house share so one can go live with a boyfriend#and in the process it sounds like theyve made a lot of selfish choices for some unknown reason#ngl theyve pissed me off a little bit for being so weird and reclusive since theyve had the boyfriend as well but only with us#its ... yeah i dont know what alls happened because i dont live with them#but i just cant fathom how they got to this point quibbling over the contents of their shared house of 5 years#over a boyfriend whos been around for 2 or 3 years ..... to ruin a friendship of 18 years ????#again i dont know the whole story but i trust what the friend whos still good at talking to us to not lie about them being screwed around#i just dont get it at all how to reconcile what ive been told with who ive known over half my life#theyve felt off .. or wrong for a while now tbh ... i miss them#i havent seen the other one since before may ...#the thought that mightve been the last time we all hang out is kind of killling me inside lol#and it was also pretty weird and stilted again because it was very boyfriend-centric#this always happens to me lol ive lost count of all my school friend groups who end up basically fighting over me after they fall out#its a MAJOR trauma point for me and i thought we kind of grew past that but i guess i was wrong#ive been catching myself with a weepy eye or a single sob all day#i dont know what to do i wanna know what the fuck happened and what was worth doing this for#i wanna confront everyone and ask for a fucking explanation as to why my single life solid bedrock is falling apart#i mostly wanna dig a hole and die in it ... im fine im safe but im bothered by like ...#what a total fool ill look like if i just melt down at work ... i might find the mental health first aiders list and write an email lol#im like not okay cksbdkssj fucking hell#i have some hope but its ... its hard out here#i need to go to bed fuck#id dont neeeeed thiiiiisss im gonna choke on life agaaaiiinnn#the battle to keep my shit together enough to at least not self-sabotage ??? its testing my patience#rory's ramblings
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cappucosmico · 8 months ago
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the most devastating shit on earth is that i had a friend in middle school who was like my ride or die. but her only "social media" was Google Fucking Plus. so naturally i have lost her in the wastelands of that shitstorm. but i cannot find her ever again bc she has like The most common name on god's green earth so one facebook search for people with her name in the bronx yields like a million fucking results. so imagine if she's not even in the bronx anymore. 10 million results
#and if by some will from god she's out there wondering about me occasionally too She'd also be shit out of luck#bc my first name is different now. not even close to my birthname. and my last name is a nightmare#i didn't learn how to spell that shit until i was 6 and only so soon bc my mother set aside time to teach me specifically how to spell it#like it was its own school lesson. How to spell my own last name. so i'm not going to imagine someone could ever just Remember That#a decade down the fucking line#but i miss her often. she showed me inuyasha for the first time before rodan even did#we had the most awkward innocent scared quivering animal type lesbianism happening.#i would walk her home even though it meant making my 10 minute walk home into like 45 minutes#she lived in one of the projects and she snuck me in her apartment a few times when her dad wasn't home. that's when we watched inuyasha#one of my ''gifts'' i remember so specifically when we had decided we were dating is. i gave her. a tiny bag of chips.#blinks for a long time at you. i got her A Bag Of Chips.#💀😭 She should've killed me where i stood........#we once kissed because someone said they'd give us 20 dollars for it. We did not get the 20 dollars.#i was mad bc i wanted to split it with her and get snackies at the deli after school together or something. kills my elf#WAAAH i miss her. i miss da bronx too. one day i'm gonna drag rodan downstate to see it all#i want to take him to the bronx zoo and the botanical gardens. but also i just checked and nearly scumpt at the prices#37 DOLLARS..... 💀⁉️ i remember. (said oldly) i remember when it was. SEVEN DOLLARS!!!#whstever fucking happened to wednesdays you get in free. huh#i'm too scared to even look at the gardens now bc Nearly 40 tickets a person. oh My God. vomitworthy#wait oh my god what do thebuses and subway cost now. oh no oh no oh no#okay it's okay. it's a 40 cent difference. idr what a metrocard used to cost so it means nothing that it's a dollar now#but also Why the fuck do the express buses cost SEVEN DOLLARS.... 😭 brother bring that shit back down to five NEOW!!!#it's not even double the standard fare anymore. even if i round up the standard fare That's More Than Double. what#i hate inflation i hate inflation i hate#i'm rambling. walks away fast And my ass
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krytus · 8 months ago
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a week ago i was ready to give up on kings blood and today i just finished outlining each new chapter of the restructuring/rewrite im doing 😌.....
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#s.txt#here's the timeline of events. it takes me what? six months to do a first draft#i'm happy with it its good its great i move onto the sequel i move backwards to a weird prequel/in between thing#i spend way too long on that thang#i rewatch jupiter's legacy and i'm like. [biting lip emoji] split timeline narrative would kinda slay wouldn't it.#throw the prequel bits into the first draft it totally FUCKS everything up#its fine its okay because that first draft sucked ass anyways its so terrible its embarassing#i want to kms and break my computer etc etc no you know what [delirious] this could work...#i spent way too long on the wrong parts of it.#hate it. love it. complicated relationship with it. hate it again. SCRAP the introduction change so many details#only like 25% of the first draft has survived the purge its fine its good#break the first chapter into smaller chapters. kinda banger w the split narrative. kinda slays.#figure out how i need to restructure the rest of it.#and now i have all 40 chapters planned out babeyy the themes and motifs will kiss with tongue#i might name the parts really stupid things with total sincerity no one gets how funny heir to the sun / revenge of the night would be#as part titles. like its so funny. it's SO funny.#i'm delirious#revenge of the night revenge of the knight heir to the sun heir to the son its funnnnyyyyy#anyways. [unintelligible gibberish]#no one cares about kings blood i know no one cares about kings blood but how do i explain its literally#the only thing ive thought about for an entire year. im obsessed with it. not even gonna lie.
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dirt-str1der · 2 years ago
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Knows that im going into heat because im thinking about him again
#Yakuza loveblog#ohh!! yeah whatever i do want to put him on the torture rack with ropes around his wrists and ankles stretched tautly and slide a long blade#over his belly and then cut him in three hard hits and make his blood and guts spray like a fountain and then the bisected halved of his#body are pulled apart by the ropes and flop in opposite directions and he went into shock after the second strike and died by the third#thinking about how his head would so go flying if i decapitated him i want to turn him into cuts of meat so bad ...#h hey can you put your neck on this chopping block i mean wooden pillow isnt it so comfy ?#literally cannot tell you how badly ive been on edge because ive been thinking of butchering him like a pig#fucked up just wanna watch the skin split and show him just how deep the blade can go it wont be painless but ill do it so quickly that he#wont have a chance to dwell on the pain either ... baby boy i can chop you up i can fold you over like a fish and break your spine that way#i really need a big hatchet to kill him with that girl in the price of a d cup substory was stupid as hell#like she managed to drug him and all she did was take his money ? she should have hung him with a noose for a bit and then quartered him#if i managed to knock him unconscious he would not he waking up with only a headache#aughth i wish it could be as painless as possible for you i really do but i want to see his face when he realises he’s recieved a fatal#wound ... look at how deep this blade goes. this wound will not heal because you will be dead in a few moments im really sorry ! youre gonna#be dead soon and even if i stopped it wouldnt save youu so shush and let me put you out of your misery baby boy#i feel a little bit better now. sorry. i was really worked up just now
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wisteryuu · 3 months ago
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vent in tags don't mind me
#skye talks#vent#it's been a long time since i had a panic attack in the grocery store but here we are#maybe it has something to do with spending my last money on food and gas#new job tomorrow just gotta make it through#all my days are full of tasks now and i have no choice really i gotta do things i gotta maintain and yet im so tired my whole body aches#i want to sleep for twenty years and i haven't even started yet#actually i want to sob and someone to run their hands through my hair#i got home and nearly fell asleep sitting in my car and my muscles keep twitching like they'll cramp#and my feet feel like they're going to split in half#and all the lights in my space were different from how i left them and blinds were open that I didn't and somebody turned my fan off#and like wow i really can't leave my room for even a day without everything being different#and they'll just yell at me and yell me I'm being so disagreeable and difficult if i beg them once sgain to please respect my space#I'm 30 amd saving to move out but they open the door on me unannounced like I'm a child#and i nearly started sobbing in the kitchen as i tried to pack up some chopped onions in the freezer and I coulnt even do that#i begged four separate times in like ten minutes to please let me do this stop goving me other bags stop questioning what I'm putting where#i just couldn't talk i could barely hold myself together#everything in my body hurt and my chest feels like it's being stabbed and my brain is screaming at me and i just#i just needed to put the onions in the freezer and be allowed to be nonverbal and it was too much and it took everything i had#all of it to just beg and say please don't talk to me I'm so tired i just need to do this#and i got literally shrieked at the fourth time i said it#i just#i don't#oh my god i'm gonna lay here for hours and maybe cry again#AND THAT'S NOT EVEN THE BIGGEST THING ON MY MIND IT WAS JUST THE PANIC AFTERMATH#somebody sedate me or something why is it all so hard#I'll deal with it but holy fucking shit
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