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witchlightdesigns · 2 years ago

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I posted 2,213 times in 2022

That's 1,026 more posts than 2021!

17 posts created (1%)

2,196 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@nudityandnerdery

@thewordywarlock

@allurascastle

@sir-foxykins

@susiron

I tagged 56 of my posts in 2022

#world of warcraft oc - 4 posts

#wow - 4 posts

#wow oc - 4 posts

#therpmoo - 4 posts

#character sheet - 3 posts

#tauren - 3 posts

#warcraft - 3 posts

#ponyfinder - 3 posts

#mlp art - 3 posts

#paukala ravenscall - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#figuratively a metaphysical trio through time and space in order to connect to my most inner self and work towards healing my past so

My Top Posts in 2022:

Aaannndddd the companion piece for the Stranglethorn Bonfire Bash foe my husband! @goblitzkriegbop 's Weayava! In full Grimtotem paints and everything! Designing his totem-keg was a blast, and adding some touches of gold to everything was amazing! Making this illustration reminded me I needed to have added paints to mt Paukala piece... Which I'll add now that I've got his done too.

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I've been doing a lot of art recently! And so much of it has been outside my design comfort zone! I made a full fledged illustration piece! Background and all!! Plus 2 character reference sheets! One with a custom background that'll be used for other NPCs/PCs for that ponyfinder game! I'm really proud of myself. And so much of it has been of my girl Lailean! Look ay her gorgeous Stranglethorn Vale scene! I needed an illustration to turn into a timelapse gof for my internship course... Thus the tropical beach, as we're getting into warmer weather here, seemed appropriate! I feel like I might've flexed on the gif tho... We'll see.

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5 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

I've done something! A redraw from two different pieces!! The first is from 2017, second is from 2020, and the third is 2022! (Today, to be precise! The 2020 one is from 07.02.2020, and the today one is just under 2 years old. By literally a month! 06.02.2022)

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6 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

Because I should post it here! I'm doing the Stranglethorn Bonfire Bash Art Bash!! Here's my ref of my pretty girl, and former alias namesake (before the witchlight designs change~) Paukala!

I chose Rain Poppy as her primary flora piece, but worked with my husband to use more colors as she would absolutely do flower garlands. Theres a lotta Pride colors in her outfit, and so much gold! (Although... I just realized I forgot her gold paint!! Ima need to fix that...)

I'll have a ref of my husband's moo, and her student, Weayava, soonish. Pending design options from him...

10 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ah. Yes. Andhera and the compelled duel of "you may have dealt me 44 points of lightning damage but the real Court were the friends I made along the way."

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themarcspector-hasmovedblogs · 2 years ago

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wip tagging

tagged by: @multiverse-of-themind (thanks! 🥳)

tagging: @gothamrains / @bondgirl / @deathlessfable/ @thelittlestspider / @theaisstillhere/ @fayelistic / and anyone else who wants to show something they’re working on.

note: okay i was on babysitting duty and i couldn't post. but i was doing a noir thang for moo//n kn//ight, but this isn't it -- but it is mk because brain go brrr. i have had a bit of a block lately but here's sooomeething i wrote for fun not too long ago. don't know if it makes sense but i had fun writing it and re-reading it. it's actually longer. but i just kept the first bit.

tw: post-fight but especially post-stabbing imagery, canon typical violence. they're not doing violence & he didn't hurt her. jsyk

notes: ft cloud & jake l*ckley. he and cloud got a funny little acquaintanceship going on.

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Humanity is all about being wounded, right?

Being wounded emotionally by those you love, when they’re supposed to avoid causing you pain.

Then, there's being physically wounded, by the knife that she just yanked out of her side like an idiot.

Or rather — she would be an idiot if she knew she would bleed to death, but the thing is, she’s not going to bleed to death. She’s going to live because that’s what she does all the damn time – live and learn. Die. Live. Die. Live. A cycle.

Letting go of her bloody side, she fumbles with the screen of her phone with bloody fingers smudging the glass. She can’t read the name of her driver, but she doesn't care. Her side is numbing, her mouth tastes like a penny, and she feels like the world is spinning.

Humanity is also about eating shit, too, right?

Because, before her driver gets there, she nose-dives onto the side of her face, with a vibrating ache, against a brick wall and just stays there a bit -- reflecting on the pain and the cold.

When the vehicle pulls up, she rolls her eyes so hard she mumbles, “I’d rather bleed to death over and over than deal with this right now,” in Spanish, before she finally gets down into a kneeling position, where she’s against the wall.

“It's no surprise that every time I see you, the pile of shit you dig yourself into, gets deeper and deeper,” the man who’s her friend, but not exactly says, getting to the point. He isn’t being mean, he's trying to make a joke he knows she’d find funny because every time they meet: she is bleeding out, in someone else’s grasp, or straight up running from a bigger threat than anticipated. “You know, it’s also not wise to put your full name out on the driver app when you're looking roughed up like that, right? Who knows who'll find you?"

Which, once she thinks about, is a dumb move considering her situation.

“Are you here to rub my poor decision-making in my face or to drive me to my destination?” she reacts, before rolling a broken wrist back into shape and place as it pops into healing, face still near the wall. “But — No --- actually, Jake. I’m here to visit family. I was even on my best behavior when someone tried to MuRdeR ME." Claudia expresses, not looking at him, face against the wall a little after she tries to fix the other hand and it pops back instead; throbbing...and now stinging. Both things she'd usually ignore, but today can't seem to ignore for some fuck-all reason.

Jake clicks his tongue and thinks. Doesn’t reply to half of what she’s said but it’s apparent he’s taken it in. “I’ll get you to where you need to go.” He then leans down to face her, as she continues to lean against the wall. “I’d ask who would want to kill you but, eh,” he bends his head, and tilts his hand side to side, showing it’s obvious it's a fair amount of people.

She’s about to laugh at his honesty and at his face because it doubles from her impact from hitting the wall and the blood loss, but she lets out a groan of agony instead. “I know, I know. The list is loooong.” She mumbles, the taste in her mouth getting worse.

He moves her away from the wall, and she flops down, letting out a yelp. "Careful, lady,” he replies, hoisting her up by her side to help her walk. “You sure you don't have any idea who did this?” The words are said a little more sternly than his other words, but he's calm.

"No, but they got me so good, I can feel the pain from it, and I'm curious if they can kill me permanently, too, soo...that's exciting." Her head lolls to the side, the pain's still loud, and the outside spins. Jake spins, too. But she does a thumbs up and gives him a bloody-teeth smile to show she's fine, even though she's not.

Humanity is about seeing.... little cartoon birds...over your head?

She’s pretty sure she sees little cartoon birds go over her head, which isn’t exactly weird -- all things considered. But whatever, as she walks, she ends up losing influence over her limbs and when she does, she sees black and falls over.

#ficstufff*#nosconcepttag*#me: c x j #sometimes cloud .....gets got and she makes dumb ass decisions #and therefore she needs to be poked fun of #or she simply will not learn #if there are mistakes i'm dumb of ass too tbh xD

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renegadewangs · 3 years ago

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Enigmatic Gnomance

Last night was movie night in my Discord server and we watched Sherlock Gnomes. Needless to say, things escalated very fast and I wrote a 2000+ words one-shot regarding the ending. Everyone liked it for some reason??? So here it is! (I’m not an expert on the gnome cinematic universe, please forgive me if I got a little detail wrong.)

Characters: Sherlock Gnomes, Watson Fandom: Sherlock Gnomes Pairings: (Lord help me,) Gnomes/Watson Warnings/rating: None. Summary: With the movie’s events behind them, Sherlock Gnomes ruminates on difficult matters.

Enigmatic Gnomance

The sun had set on the backyard when at last, Gnomes and Watson returned to their little home. Mrs. Udderson was nowhere to be seen, for which Watson found himself quite grateful. After all that'd occurred tonight, he wasn't in the mood for her invasive mooing. Gnomes hobbled over to the nearby armchair and settled himself down there. The deep crack in his leg instantly caught Watson's eye. He wasn't really a doctor- such a title was no more than an accessory in the world of gnomes. Even so, he found himself yearning to fix the injury somehow. He was responsible in a way, he felt. He'd been weak and he'd gotten cocky, which had made him a blind and unwilling pawn in Moriarty's little scheme.

But there was nothing to be done about it now; porcelain would never heal. Even with glue, Gnomes ran the risk of losing his leg forever if he were ever reckless.

Watson hesitated for a moment, then approached the armchair. His gaze wasn't being met. Gnomes had folded his hands together and was now peering towards his own feet. "Gnomes, ah... Are you alright? Can I get you anything?" he asked awkwardly.

Even with their reunion atop the bridge and their agreement to continue being partners, Gnomes still hadn't quite acknowledged the betrayal. It was maddening. Why wasn't he scolded? For Gnomes to come to terms with his rude dismissal of others had been the entire point, that much was true. However, to not see the gargoyles' true nature and be used by their master... That had been worthy of a good scoff, surely. Or at the very least an indignant sniff. Gnomes could have died, all due to Watson's own naivety. Sure enough, Gnomes didn't reply. The silence was worse than anything else he could have said.

"Gnomes..." Watson trailed off for a moment. Then he decided there was nothing to be gained by keeping his feelings bottled up. That was what'd caused this whole mess in the first place. "It's only us, now. Please, just talk to me."

"... I was ruminating, Watson," said Gnomes, still staring at his feet.

"Oh?"

"Yes, indeed. Ruminating. Quite deeply, I might say. My mind palace lost an entire dimension, attempting to process these hectic thoughts of mine. However, I'm afraid I'm drawing a blank. Perhaps, if you would be so kind, you might refresh my memory?"

The sober, forward nature of Gnomes's words caught Watson off guard. He hadn't known his friend to be so earnest, nor so willing to ask for help, for a very long time. Perhaps the day's events had made a difference after all. But then... Had it been Watson to make Gnomes see sense, or had it been Moriarty's doing? It was best not to think too hard on that, so he attempted to force the notion out of his mind.

"Of course, old friend." Watson placed a hand on the back of the armchair, smiling meekly. "If you need my help, you need only ask for it. Though perhaps... A bit more politely than you used to."

Gnomes uttered a chuckle, bitter as lime(stone). "Hah, quite right," he admitted. "I was wondering... Whether I actually took the time to say how sorry I am."

Watson felt his eyes widen and his body stiffen. Had he heard that correctly? Surely not. "Sorry" was a word not uttered aloud by Gnomes in a long time, short of demanding it from others.

"... What?"

"Quite a bit happened tonight. Moriarty is nothing if not a distraction. I'm certain I said quite a few things- to him and to you. However, it's all a bit of a blur, you see. Did I? Apologize?"

Watson shook his head fiercely. This was all wrong. This was what he'd wanted, and yet... No, he didn't deserve it, did he? "Gnomes- You aren't the one who needs to apologize. I put innocent gnomes in danger- I put you in danger. Moriarty could've won, all because I-I... I thought you'd..."

A hand on Watson's wrist caused any other words to vanish. He looked down to meet Gnomes's eyes. Even more out of place than the gnome's apology was the expression on his face, which Watson couldn't recall ever having seen once in all their years of partnership. What was it? Some sort of turmoil, certainly.

"My dear man, you were right to confront me with my attitude. To treat others in such dreadful a manner is already mortifying to me, in hindsight, but you... You deserved so much more and I fear I took your companionship for granted for the longest time. I'd forgotten just how brilliant you are, and so, you played the game quite well."

"Gnomes... Truly, you don't need to-"

"I am sorry, Watson. More sorry than even my own brilliant mind could ever begin to formulate."

Watson sighed and placed his own hand atop Gnomes's own. "I know. And I'm sorry as well."

For a long moment, nothing was said. Gnomes's eyes merely flitted towards Watson's hand and lingered there. Then, at last, he found his voice again. It had cracked almost as badly as his leg. "... I don't deserve a partner like you. Should you follow Irene's example and find your luck elsewhere, I would not blame you."

"Don't be a fool," Watson replied straight off the bat. "I did not go through so much trouble to teach you a lesson, only to toss away the benefits before I could reap them."

"You were perfectly content to abandon our partnership earlier."

"Well... It wasn't quite a partnership earlier, now was it?"

Gnomes appeared dumbstruck, though only for a moment. Then his lips carved themselves into a grin. "... Fair enough."

Watson took another shuffling step closer to the armchair, leaning forward and eyes narrowing into a bit of a squint. "Are you alright? Your leg... It looks quite damaged."

"It's only a few surface cracks," Gnomes replied, sticking his nose up in the air. "Nothing to worry about. The great Sherlock Gnomes is nothing if not resilient. It is a shame, though. That was my favorite leg."

Watson chuckled dryly. "I don't believe there's anything in this world you love more than yourself."

But Gnomes didn't reply. He merely stared ahead blankly at the wall. Had he gotten lost in his own thoughts again? Watson hadn't thought he'd said anything worth contemplating, nor blocking out.

"... Are you certain you're alright, Gnomes?" he asked.

"I... Yes." Gnomes blinked fiercely and rapped the fingers of his other hand against the armrest of the chair. "It's curious. You are quite clever, Watson, but then... Perhaps, unable to decipher the very same enigma which plagues me."

"An enigma, Gnomes?" Watson repeated. What was there still left to solve, at this point? It must've been significant, if Gnomes himself still struggled to put a finger on it. How tragic, then, that he would assume Watson would be unable to decipher it also. Were the learned lessons being foregone already? He hoped not.

"The time I spent with Irene... Well, surely you recall. It was a jolly good romp for a while, but I always knew she would come second place to the mysteries and the chases. And she came to know this as well. So in the end, a jolly good romp was all it was. I did not think I could ever love someone the way she expected me to."

Indeed, Watson did recall those 'jolly good romps'. He remembered the pain on Irene's face, which grew more severe with every instance where she'd been snubbed. He also remembered her resolution on the day she decided she would get over him. It was so very easy to rope her into his plans because the two of them related to one another. They both knew just how painful it was to be dismissed by Gnomes. They both agreed that the lesson had needed to come sooner and there was nothing left to salvage, but then... Watson hadn't given up quite as much hope as Irene, it turned out. It was a good thing that he hadn't.

"Indeed. But what's that got to do with another puzzle?" he asked.

"When I saw you fall and I heard that dreadful smashing sound... Well, I didn't want to think about it, really. I pushed it from my mind before it could ever take root there, because if I'd allowed that... Well, I'm sure I would've been quite useless for the remainder of the investigation."

"Oh, Gnomes, I didn't mean for you to-"

"It was a clever ploy, of course. I fell for it. Didn't even stop to consider you might catch yourself. That warrants another apology, I believe."

"No, really, it's fine. Perhaps I'd gone too far with that."

Gnomes's hand curled around Watson's wrist more fiercely. He turned his head upwards once again, brow furrowed, features pleading. "Watson," he began softly. "If I'd lost you... If you were truly gone, what would I do with myself? That's what I was ruminating on, you see. It pains me simply to envision the hypothetical, which is to say nothing of what would happen if it were a reality. I've never felt anything of the sort for Irene. So will you tell me, please?"

The situation was surreal. To hear words like that coming from his old friend... Well, the plan truly had been far more effective than Watson had expected it to be, though the result was overwhelming. Perhaps even unnerving. To earn Gnomes's respect and partnership was one thing, but to hear that his presence would've been missed so very dearly... That was more than he'd ever bargained for, or even dared to wish for. He didn't know how to feel now. He didn't understand what was being asked of him.

"... Tell you what, Gnomes?"

"Isn't there someone I love more than myself, or the thrill of the hunt?"

Watson's mind went blank. He felt quite cold, all of a sudden. But then... Also hot at the same time, as if he were standing out in the blazing sun of a warm summer's day. Gnomes's eyes were still on his own, waiting, perhaps deducing. Watson didn't dare look away. He was cornered now- trapped in Gnomes's intense stare.

Before tonight, his response would have been clear. He would have laughed bitterly at the question, then turned away from it. But then... Before tonight, it never would have been asked. Gnomes had never taken such things into consideration until he'd been forced to. To have Gnomes reflect on how much he'd always relied on Watson, that had been the goal. An unexpected side-effect, then, was that Watson now had to reflect on how much he'd relied on Gnomes. He'd wanted be looked at, to be acknowledged, to be praised- to be close to Gnomes, the way he used to when they first began to solve cases.

"I think that... The only one who could ever answer that question is you, Gnomes," he ultimately said.

"I... I need a hint, I believe," Gnomes replied in a bit of a stammer. "Just a clue, a morsel. The tiniest bit of guidance when it comes to deciphering these feelings."

"I'm not much help there, I'm afraid. I may be just as lost as you are."

"Oh... Are you really?" Gnomes paused for a moment, lips pursing and nose crinkling as he mulled it over. "If we're both lost in the same manner, does that not imply we both experience these same feelings?"

"Ah..."

And still, Watson had no true answer to give. Just as Gnomes's brilliant mind failed to form an apology strong enough to do the sentiment justice, so too did Watson's own fail to translate his feelings into words.

-Feelings? Were there feelings after all?

After about ten seconds, Gnomes tore his attention away from Watson's eyes and returned to gazing at his own feet. "Perhaps... It would be presumptuous to expect an answer to this riddle this very night. We are both taken by exhaustion, I'm sure. Delirious with it, perhaps. So..."

Still, no cohesive sentences came to Watson. Even so, he did have a reply, he thought. It wasn't a very clever one, but it was a reply all the same. He leaned forward to press a kiss against Gnomes's cheek. The gesture clearly shocked his friend, for he made a rather funny noise and attempted to jump up out of the chair. His bad leg, however, had other plans. Gnomes slumped backwards before he could ever fully stand upright and Watson caught him by the shoulders with both hands on instinct, cushioning the fall.

"Whaa- Whaaaat... son....!" Gnomes tilted his head backwards to peer up at him. "What...?"

"That was the small clue you were searching for, which ought to help you decipher these feelings of yours," Watson explained with another wry smile.

Gnomes appeared stunned. However, he soon relaxed in Watson's hold and eased himself back into the chair properly. "Indeed, that was quite helpful," he said. "Whatever would I do without your assistance, dear fellow? You truly are indispensable."

"It's good of you to say such things out loud, Gnomes. I expect to hear much more praise in the future."

"Of course!"

Indeed, they were both exhausted and had more than enough time to continue 'ruminating' on their feelings. For now, Watson was quite content to leave it that. Immense progress had already been made, and aside from that... Mrs. Udderson was still lurking high above them.

#sherlock gnomes #this started as a shitpost #but then I just kept GOING #people were howling in chat #what is my life

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ashthewaterghoul · 3 years ago

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“Living Happily - A Wolfstar One Shot”

TW - physical assault, blood, discrimination, abusive family, homophobia and transphobia.

“Fuck!” Remus shouted as he threw the letter across the room.

“Remus!” Sirius said bouncing a baby Harry on his lap. “He’s starting to repeat things now, you need to be careful.”

“Another rejection! Because of ‘who I am and how I choose live’. I didn’t choose all this! Why are people like this?”

“They just don’t understand you, and that scares them.”

“It’s a good thing your family is so wealthy, we’d be on the street without that money.”

“But we’re not, and never will be. Hopefully I’ll hear back from the Ministry soon, and then you will get a job and we will be living happily.”

“Moo Moo.” Harry said reaching in Remus’ direction. Whenever Remus was down, all he had to do was look at Harry’s face, not only would he see the cute little boy, but also two of his best friends. He was identical to James, but he had Lily’s eyes. Keeping Harry safe was something that kept Remus going, providing for Harry the way his parents did.

The next day, Remus woke up early and went to the muggle shop down the street to get a few things. On the way back, he heard some whispers down an alleyway, he kept his head down and tried to continue home, but then the group of men charged out and tackled Remus to the ground. He knocked his head hard on the ground which winded him. As he gasped for air, he was beaten up by the men for what seemed like forever. Punch after punch, and kick after kick. After they were finally done, one of them spat on Remus and said: “Fucking disgrace”. They walked off like it was nothing.

Remus could barely find the strength to stand. He slipped on the milk which had burst out of the carton, falling once again to the floor, face first. His face was dripping blood as his nose had just broke. He limped his way back home, it wasn’t far but his weakness caused him to take a lot longer than it should, holding onto lamp posts, bus shelters and walls for support.

Sirius was in the kitchen feeding Harry when he heard the door open.

“Hey, Rem. Shop alright?” He looked over and his smile quickly faded as he saw his boyfriend bloodied and bruised.

“Holy fuck! Sit down.” After Sirius’ abuse from his mother, he knew something about healing. He sat down by Remus and started cleaning his wounds, wiping away the blood and healing him.

“What was it about this time?”

“I don’t know.”

“Was it muggles or wizards?”

“I don’t know, barely got a look at them.”

“This is why I tell you to take your wand with you!”

There was many reasons Remus could be a ‘fucking disgrace’, he was a half-blood, bisexual, dating a boy from the Black family, a werewolf and a transgender man.

Remus had been at war with his gender for as long as he knew. His parents always supported him, but they all knew it would put another target on his back. When his friends found out at school, about everything, they couldn’t have been happier for him. Sirius would help him bind his chest, James would be like his Mum telling him to take his hormone potions and Lily would always sneak him menstrual products. Whenever he tried out a new name they would always respect him and correct others, and when he decided on ‘Remus’, Sirius gave him the money to legally change it.

“Moo Moo okay?” Harry asked from his high chair.

“I’m just a little bit hurt.” Remus said.

“A little?! Remus you look like hell.”

“Thanks babe.”

When Sirius was done healing Remus, Harry lay on the sofa, cuddled up next to Remus and fell asleep, softly snoring. He looked at Harry’s little round face, he was so young and innocent, it only strengthened the part in Remus that made him want to protect him.

A thud by the window told them that the owl had just dropped off the post. There was today’s Prophet and a letter for Sirius.

“It’s from the Ministry!” Sirius said excitedly. As he read the letter, it was evident from his facial expression that it wasn’t good news.

“Dear Mr. Black,” he read aloud “We regret to inform you that your application for the muggle relations internship has been rejected. We think that given your family’s history, it would make muggles and muggle-borns feel unwelcome and unsafe.”

“That’s fu-, I mean, that’s messed up, Pads.”

“I always thought my family would haunt me, but I didn’t think it would be like this.” He said, collapsing on the armchair.

“Well, that’s another point for Team Gets-Rejected-For-Things-We-Didn’t-Choose.” Remus said “What jobs are going in the Prophet?”

“Not much, shop workers, DADA professor, and-“ Sirius’ grey eyes were fixed on one point.

“What? What did you see?”

“A position for a Healer at St. Mungo’s.”

“Well, you’re great at healing me, I reckon you go for it.”

“What about you?” He said tossing the paper at Remus. “Anything you like the look of?”

He scanned the section “The Ministry want someone to mange the werewolf registry.”

“Perfect, I reckon.”

“Perfect” Harry repeated, waking up from his brief sleep.

They sent their owls with the applications a few hours later, and sent a third one to put Harry in a day care. They both got owls of acceptance a few weeks later. Sirius started to change the implications associated with the Black name. For the first time since it’s inception, the werewolf registry was finally in order, and due to Remus’ seat of power, werewolf rights were finally on the rise.

Sirius and Remus adored Harry, but they had wanted their own biological children since their time in Hogwarts. Neither were getting younger, but they had to hold off until their jobs were stable.

“Someday, we will have a our little family.” They would say to each other “We don’t need another Sirius though.” Remus would add on. Their dreams were realised a couple years later when Remus gave birth to a set of fraternal twins they called James and Lily.

Over the years, they had experienced so much hate because their sexualities, Sirius’ family, Remus’ gender and lycanthropy, but the Lupin-Black household couldn’t even think about that when they finally had the family they had wanted since they were 15, fantasising in Gryffindor tower, smoking by the open window or curled up together on one of the tiny four poster beds. They were finally living happily.

Hello! This was my first go at writing a character as trans and I would really like it if you could tell me how I could improve in the future! Please interact with my posts as much as you can and please leave any feedback or suggestions for future fics. You can also follow me on Instagram if you want @siriusly_a_jedi. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it❤️

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onthecrosslook · 3 years ago

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Three Acts

Note: @call-me-moo I guess it’s not three acts anymore?

Act Four

“It’s not like it is in the movies. There’s not a great big spurt of blood and you go flying backwards.”

Mary, cold, lifeless, her eyes empty, her smile taunting. She’s taunting me, laughing, she won’t stop laughing oh god-

STOP LAUGHING AT ME

Blood, blood, BLOOD-

Scared little boy, that’s what you are…it’s what you’ve always been…

DID YOU MISS ME DID YOU MISS ME DID YOU MISS ME

No, no, no, no…Oh, Sherlock, you know nothing…

Where did the blood go? Where did it go where did it go where did it-

Did John check? Did he check her? He’s a doctor, but DID HE CHECK?

My eyes fly open, and I can’t remember where I am. I feel…frozen in place. I can’t move, I can’t breathe, and my throat is so dry I can hardly croak out the word “John”, yet still I manage.

John, wake up, please.

He doesn’t stir.

“John,” I whisper, louder this time. My chest is heaving, and my fingers have drifted to the barely-healed scar on my ribs.

He makes a small noise and turns to me, half-asleep. “Yeah, Sh’rlock…?” he mumbles. “Wha’s wrong…?”

Everything everything is wrong I can’t breathe-

I’m shaking, and I can’t force myself to stop. “John, she…she was…she…” I can’t get out the words. My eyes are burning.

“Oh, Sherlock…” Suddenly, John is wide awake and running his fingers through my hair. “She’s not here, Sherlock. She’s…” He swallows. “She’s dead. She can’t hurt you. Not anymore.”

My eyes flicker over to him frantically, searching for any trace of- God, I don’t know what.

Heart rate quickened left hand shaking hasn’t shaved half asleep worried scared afraid-

“Sherlock,” he says sternly, his voice cracking the smallest bit. “Come back to me, please.”

I’m panicking, and he knows it, and I know it, but I can’t stop myself. “John, she’s here. Something’s wrong, John, I can feel it!”

“She’s not here,” John murmurs softly. “Sherlock, please…go back to sleep. I’m here. Whatever you dreamt, it wasn’t real. I promise.” He pulls me against his chest, and suddenly my thoughts are flooded with John.

“Okay,” I say, hushed. “Okay, I’ll…But…what if I see her again?” The thought frightens me. My chest hurts.

Her betrayal scarred and marked me. Forever. Every day, I will see this ugly scar and be reminded of what she did to me.

“I’ll be here every time,” John reassures me, his hand still absentmindedly stroking my hair. “Go back to sleep, yeah?”

I nod and move to lie down. John’s arms don’t pull away from my body.

Wholly, unequivocally John…

It’s a comforting weight. One that helps me fall into a more relaxed sleep, one unperturbed by nightmares and glimpses of something that couldn’t possibly be real.

I’m awoken by a sliver of light peeking through the curtains and falling on my eyes. All and all, it’s still far better than being woken up by some sort of awful nightmare.

John is clinging to me tightly. It makes it rather challenging to get out of bed, but I manage after a slight bit of difficulty.

I should thank him. Would it be odd if I thanked him?

I look at his softly sleeping form.

Is this what…couples do? Are we a couple? Was he simply being a good friend? Do friends kiss one another? Have I misread this whole thing-?

“Sherlock…” John grumbles from his pillow, “I can hear you having a bloody breakdown from here.” He groans and sits up, rubbing his hair back into its proper shape. “C’mere, you big idiot.”

I chuckle and slide back into my- our?- bed. He wraps his arms around me and smiles into my back.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” I say back.

I twist around and look at him.

He should shave.

I push the thought away and sigh, before touching my lips. “John, I’m quite sure you’re aware of the awful after-effects of stubble burn…”

John pulls away, a flat expression on his face. I’m almost worried for a moment, but I see a spark in his eyes. “Sherlock,” he asks, “do you want me to shave?”

I glance away. “Perhaps.”

“Self-advocacy, love,” he sighs, a smile playing on his lips as he moves off the bed and heads for the loo. He might have said something after that, but I believe my brain temporarily stopped working, a rarity for me.

‘Love’…?

Love, as in…denoting a romantic partner?

Love meaning he doesn’t mind my celibacy, that he still wants to be with me, that he…cares about me?

“Sherlock!” John shouts from the sink. “Stop overthinking!”

I shake my head, still smiling like a fool, and pull on my favourite blue dressing gown so I can attempt to make breakfast. ‘Attempt’ being the operative word. The last time I cooked, I nearly burned down the kitchen, so I’m not really holding out on the idea.

I estimate I have seventeen minutes, based on his prior established grooming habits- but, then again, they may have changed while living with…her. I have noticed he uses considerably more product in his hair now.

It’s like déjà vu. My mind is swiftly and suddenly pulled back to one of our first cases together.

“With that level of personal grooming?”

“What, because he puts a bit of product in his hair? I put product in my hair!”

“You wash your hair, there’s a difference.”

The memory is fond. I wonder if he was trying to tell me something, or if that was a Freudian slip of some sort. I open the bedroom door, smoothing some of my unruly curls out of my face. “Of course, then there was the whole matter with Carl Pow…”

I’m stopped cold in my tracks.

No. No, I’m seeing things, I’m high, I’m sleeping.

He can’t be…

“Oh- um, hey!” Jim Moriarty lounges in my chair with not a care in the world, his feet resting on my coffee table as he slowly eats a biscuit. He swallows down his bite. “Sorry, were you expecting more? A big show of some sort?” He grins and puckers his lips. “Oh, Sherlock…did you miss me?”

He’s not here. He’s dead.

“You…shot yourself,” I mumble, almost drunkenly in shock. “You’re dead…”

“Well, you hurled yourself off a roof, honey.” Jim shrugs as though his mere presence isn’t an act defiant of nature. “It’s safe to say more than one miracle happened that day.”

“How did you do it? How?” I demand, my vision dizzy with horror.

I didn’t check no-one checked Mycroft didn’t check

“Ah-ah-ah…!” Jim tut-tuts and slowly drags his tongue along his finger to catch a bit of jam. “A magician never reveals his secrets…”

I shake my head viciously, praying that I can get rid of the manifestation of evil in front of me. “I’m dreaming,” I say weakly.

“You’re dreaming? You’re the one standing in front of me in pants and a dressing gown, I think I’m the one who’s dreaming, Sherlock.” His smile is cruel, vindictive. “Oh, how vulnerable you are right now…! I could stab you and lick the blood off the blade, and the Good Doctor wouldn’t know until he had a sniper’s sight on him.” Jim lowers his voice to a growl. “Bang.”

Not again, please, not again…

“You wouldn’t.”

He makes an exaggerated frown with his fingers. “No more Joooohn…” he whispers.

“Leave him out of this,” I snap, regaining some of my confidence. “This is between you and I.”

Jim giggles. “You know, I heard the quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. What if I chopped up John Watson and fed him to you, piece by piece?” He slides his tongue over his lips and smiles blissfully. “Heaven.”

I want to throw up. I want to strangle him. I. Want. Him. Gone.

I take a deep breath, even though I can tell I have already paled at his suggestion. “Get out of my flat,” I say calmly, unable- or unwilling- to force myself to move.

Jim looks more amused than disappointed. “I thought you’d at least let me stay for dessert. I suppose I’ll have to settle for takeaway, instead.” He strolls over to me, maddeningly slow, and presses his lips to my neck, just barely nicking my skin with his teeth. “It’s so good to be back. I can’t wait for all the fun I’m going to have with you.”

I don’t say a word, my eyes fixed on watching him leave. When the front door closes, I finally shudder, still frozen in place, before collapsing on the sofa.

He’s back.

(Well, that was a ride. Act Five coming soon.)

Epilogue linked below:

https://benaddicted-linfanuel.tumblr.com/post/657054522939686912/three-acts

#bbc #sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #johnlock #jim moriarty #post reichenbach #the fall #mary is not good #she’s actually pretty evil #did you miss him #he’s back #nightmares

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dangermousie · 4 years ago

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So, because I am obsessive, I went through and rewatched the MV they put at the end of ep 5, to see which scenes we haven’t yet seen as of this week.

I assume they will all be aired soon because they obviously pre-filmed a lot, but this drama is not completely pre-filmed, so they are unlikely to be in ep 15 or similar - frankly I can’t imagine them being any late than next week.

Anyway, here are the scenes I found.

Scene 1:

Did he do it for their 5-year house anniversary? Some other occasion? Or maybe at random because he wants to put extra effort in to keep their relationship sweet and normal (little does he know that train has left the station.) I do think that means he came up with some lie as to why he was in the house with Moo Jin and Do Hyun Soo’s sister because I cannot imagine him doing this if he knew she knew, at least not without a lot of other working through it. Hmmm.

Scene 2:

No idea, but the way she looks at him kills me. She loves him so much and I can’t get over her strength because she believes he doesn’t feel the same way but she doesn’t hate him or blame him for it because he’s treated her so consistently well.

Scene 3:

OK, where are they, because it’s not their house. And why is he bleeding from the head? At the rate he is going, he will need a month-long hospital stay to fix all the damage he’s going through in this drama. Also, she is clutching him (my heart!) while you can see him look like he wants to flee and is barely restraining himself from it. I wonder if it’s the aftermath of the scene we saw in the preview with him in the employment agency gangsters or the fight in the bar (the dark environment screams the former, the blood possibly the later.) I wonder if he’s freaking out because he realized she found out about him or “merely” because she’s seen his darker side and so he’s worried she will walk. I bet she grabbed him though because she is beyond worried for him.

Scene 4:

I would totally be screaming if it wasn’t for the fact that people would think that I am crazier than I already am. Does this take place shortly after the previous scene? His jacket is the same and he still has the blood in the same place. But it’s clearly in their house and the lights are on. When she reaches for his hand !!!! and he is almost crying !!!!! and he holds her face !!!!!! Yeah, no emotions, yeah right!

You know I keep thinking about how, provided the drama doesn’t kill him off, it is so so good his identity is out to her and he will know it and she will love him away and he will know it. Because I don’t think he could truly address his trauma and heal while he is Baek Hee Sung.

I mean, their marriage, idyllic as it was, was not fully real because him being the perfect Stepford husband is honestly a sign of damage. I was chatting about this in messenger but it’s a sign of his trauma and past abuse that it looks like he never ever had a problem with anything in the marriage or relationship - she has to work late and ditch in the middle of even a make-out? He doesn’t even look grumpy. He never ever demurs, not even by a look, from anything going on or anything Ji Won or Eun Ha want. And honestly, I think even if fully healed, he’d be mostly happy with the marriage and the division of duties (he clearly thrives on being the homemaker and caretaker, an unconscious but thorough repudiation of what his father tried to make him.) BUT! I cannot imagine anyone fully functional, no matter how happy and devoted occasionally not being grouchy or sometimes not wanting his wife to work long hours, or hell - maybe just once not making a fancy feast for every meal. But he never even allows himself to think that because he cannot acknowledge even to himself any displeasure or reluctance because anger or any other negative emotion he associates with daddy dearest and he does not want to be like him at all costs. He needs to learn it’s OK to feel good things but also negative things - normal people feel that and don’t start abusing and murdering.

And also, the reason he refuses to acknowledge anything but perfect behavior on his part is because he has zero self-worth. I don’t mean he is self-pitying because he’s matter of fact about it, but he genuinely believes he has nothing to bring to a relationship but what he can do for Ji Won and Eun Ha - he has no inherent value in himself so he must keep demonstrating value through actions. I mean this is a man who is genuinely happy he thinks his daughter has nothing of him in her. He basically lives erasing himself insofar as he’s able. And because of that it never occurs to him that a monster could never raise a girl as sunny and happy and functional as Eun Ha. Many “normal” people spend less care and effort on their children than he does on her. It also doesn’t occur to him that a monster would not want to want nothing or demand nothing; monsters view their wishes as paramount and nothing else matters. What his father was doing was the ultimate “only I matter and what I want is the only thing that matters; to such an extent that he could literally kill others if it pleases him. The way HS lives is the very opposite of it. His sister had to push and prod him for him to even be able to express/comprehend that he wants something as mundane as to keep living as a person with his own shop and caretaker for his wife and daughter. But of course in his head, all of his life has been somehow perverted into a masterpiece of selfishness.

Anyway, I should stop blabbing.

#kdrama #flower of evil #moon chae won #lee jun ki

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her0brine · 4 years ago

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Here’s the final part to my little three piece fic about Steve and Alex meeting each other, I genuinely had a great time writing this down and thanks to the peeps who liked it as well!!!

As daylight breaks across the horizon, it makes it’s way into the large window that encompasses Alex’s new makeshift bedroom, the gentle warmth of the sun soon awakening Alex from their slumber. It took them some time to fall asleep from their tumultuous night, from their surreal first meeting with Steve and enduring the pain from drinking that potion to heal their relatively intense wounds. As they gently writhed in bed, their green eyes blearily look towards the newly crafted nightstand adjacent to their bed, spotting a bundle with a note pinned underneath it.

They push themselves up, now more fully awake as they tussle their hair back into its proper place as they grab the bundle and note with their other hand. Before opening up the bundle, they begin to read aloud the note, noticing however it seems to be pretty fresh as the charcoal writing on it has begun to rub off on their fingers.

“‘Good morning. By the time you wake up, I should be outside tending to my livestock. This is my daily routine, so don’t be scared if I’m not inside right now. The entrance to my farm is right in the kitchen, to the singular door in it. I also went ahead and washed and mended your clothes. Apologies in advance if you think this was a bit rude as I had to go into your room to get your clothes, and I swear I did not even look at you as I took them off the floor. I also made you a new sword. I made two of them just in case, one out of gold and another out of netherite. I wasn’t sure if you liked welding netherite items so I made a gold one to replace your own gold sword, since I couldn’t go back and get the pieces of your original gold sword. It was just too dangerous to go out again. I hope it’ll be at least a decent replacement before I can go back there later to pick the pieces up to rebuild your original one. Please let me know if you need anything else. Just shout at me outside for what you’d like for breakfast if you want, I’m willing to serve you for as long as you stay here.’................... Netherite?..... They had a pickaxe made out of that........”

Alex now looks down at the bundle in their lap, slowly nudging at its string. Netherite was quite the incredibly rare material, but Steve is making it sound like it was as common as iron. Alex gently pulls at the string, as the bundle suddenly spills out what Steve wrote about in the note. Alex’s once bloodied clothes were now perfectly clean and fully mended, alongside the two swords. Alex looks on in awe at the craftsmanship, as the two swords boldly gleamed in the morning sunlight.

Alex did like their own gold sword, but this new one essentially blew it out of water. It looked somewhat even more sturdy and there was intricate carvings within it’s handle, all cubic-like patterns merging together to wrap around the handle. The netherite sword was also equally stunning, as the odd sheen of the dark material made it look incredibly lustrous. Alex mumbles to themselves, wondering how Steve seemed to cram day’s worth of work into two swords, in just a few hours. Then again, this was the person who gave them a bedroom that was overflowing with different shulker boxes, each filled with rows of bundles that were each filled with a singular type of item, so Alex could only assume it was possibly a set of spares they had lying around.

They began to get out of bed, now putting on their clothes, and seemingly was shocked at how fresh they felt. Not even when they mended their outfit from damage during their own various explorations, it never really felt this smooth and comfortable. It felt like when they made their outfit on their own for the first time ages ago.

It really does seem like anything Steve touches has this surreally excellent degree of craftsmanship, and Alex definitely wanted to achieve such a skill set like that.

Alex soon opens up their room’s door to see the living room, which still was a marvelous sight to see, and even more so in the day. As they walk across it to the kitchen, they can already hear the gentle clucking of chickens emanating from the door there. As they make their way to it, they pass where they once sat in the kitchen table’s singular chair, noticing now the bloodstains they left behind on the floor were now gone, as if nothing occurred at all there.

As they crack open the door, the smell of fresh air and grass hits them, as the bleats of sheep and the soft mooing of cows soon follows. Alex smiles as they walk past the various pens, watching as the animals look towards them, some even being excited by their presence and walking up to the posts, wanted to be petted. They stop to pet a sheep a sheep that was dyed blue, as it gleefully bleats as Alex rubs their head. The whine of a horse suddenly catches their attention though, and Alex looks past the pens to spot a small stable, as a lone chestnut colored horse was attached to it. It looked directly at Alex, before whining again but strangely not in a aggravated way. Alex soon felt like every animal there was oddly gravitating towards them, as if they’ve never seen another person other than Steve and was begging for new attention.

Before Alex can continue to dwell on this, a small yelp rings out, as a flurry of bawks and chirps follows it. Alex whips their head around to see the cause of this commotion, to see Steve kneeling in a nearby pen full of chickens, as they all surround them, flapping feathers all around and some attempting to climb on top of them. In Steve’s hands are some freshly harvested eggs, which is probably the reason why these chickens suddenly got into such a fuss.

Alex giggles to themselves, seeing Steve be overwhelmed by such a relatively harmless swarm of poultry. Some feathers have gotten tangled up in their short brown hair, and various seeds were scattered across their pants, as they used them to try luring the chickens away from their eggs. Their giggles wanes though when Steve finally stands up from the pen’s floor, and notices Alex directly staring at them once again.

“hhgGhh!!......hhHhellloo!-oh! oh...........”

“Oh uh good morning to ya Steve! I see you were uh, kinda preoccupied there. I didn’t want to make more of a mess though so uh, I didn’t go inside there. Uhhhh.... Ah! Are those eggs for breakfast? Since I know you uh, said you can make me breakfast today. I can make it myself though!! You don’t have to cook for me, I’m feeling much better now!”

Steve eyebrows fly up, as they now gesture towards Alex that they’re fine with cooking breakfast, but it just comes out as a flurry of erratic hand waves.

“No no it’s okay Steve! You were kind enough to let me stay over and to even fix my clothes, and to add on top of that, you just gifted me TWO swords! Please, let me just do this for you, I don’t want to be more of a bother.”

“AHHH!!! N-NO PRO-PROBLLEEMM!!!” Steve suddenly shouted, before once again going into a coughing fit. Alex could only watch on once again as Steve struggles to catch their breath, but luckily they did not crush the eggs that were still in their grasp this whole time.

Still wheezing, they make their way out of the chicken pen and goes on a beeline towards the kitchen door, as Alex quickly runs behind them, still willing to cook for themselves. As the two of them go through the kitchen door, Steve once more waves towards Alex, but to make them sit down on the single chair in the room. Alex eventually agrees to this, but clearly looks a bit concerned when looking at Steve.

They seem to have deep grey circles underneath their indigo eyes, and even though they look like they bathed and put on a fresh set of clothes, Steve still looked on edge and exhausted. They proceed to go to a red shulker box, reaching into it and pulling out different cuts of raw meat, looking back at Alex to see their response.

“Oh. Uh..... d-do you have uh pork? Bacon and eggs is great, but if you don’t I would still eat anything you serve! Again I don’t want to make a fuss out of this!!”

Steve seems to physically wince at hearing that last part, as they quickly turn around and store the other cuts of meat that weren’t pork. They turn their smoker on, as they proceed to prepare the breakfast meal.

Alex sits alone at the table, now intrigued by the carvings on it’s sides. It seems similar to the same engravings on the swords they were given. As they look around the kitchen, it seems like this cubic motif is all around them, in both the wooden furniture and walls. Before they can ask Steve if they did all of this on their own, the sound of a plate clicking against a table snapped them back to reality. It was a large plate absolutely filled to the brim with large cuts of bacon, along side four cooked eggs that were begging to be cut into.

As Alex says thank you, Steve shyly turns around to get the utensils, alongside a cup of milk to go along with the meal. They place those next to the plate, as Alex proceeds to dig in. While they chow down on the plate, Steve begins to walk towards the door again, before Alex stops them dead in their tracks.

“Wait, why are you leaving? Come on, stay here! See if you can build a new chair real quick, I want to chat with you! Well, you kinda know what I mean by ‘chat’, like I’ll just uh, ask you some yes and no kinda questions to pass the time. Will ya?”

Alex smiles towards Steve, as they slowly walk back towards the table, arms deep in their pockets as they proceed to pull out some wood blocks to quickly assemble a chair. As they sit down, Steve keeps their eyes glued to the floor, murmuring to themselves as Alex begins to send a barrage of questions towards them.

“Do you live alone? This house is like, absolutely MASSIVE, and yet I kind of feel like you only live here?”

“....... y...yea........”

“Okay, how about pets then? Do you have any at all? I have a tamed wolf back at my home, along with some tropical fish! I know those don’t really do anything, but I think they’re pretty to look at!”

Steve seems to recede deeply in their chair at hearing the pet question, before slowly shaking their head side to side.

“Ah. Well. Damn. Well do you have livestock, and a lot of it! They’re kinda pets I guess, and they’re so cute!! Maybe try telling me about them?”

Steve seems to be more interested in this question, as they straighten themselves up on the chair, and begins to write on a spare note they had.

By the time the duo finished ‘chatting’, it was way past noon and Alex’s plate was wiped clean, and there was a large pile of notes in the middle of the table. Both Alex and Steve were giggling like mad, delirious from learning and laughing at each other’s experiences and various misadventures. Steve also seemed to finally soften up fully towards Alex as well, as their on-edge and morose appearance soon melted away, to reveal that they’re actually quite gleeful. They still had those grey circles though, and soon asked Alex if it was okay for them to leave and rest up, as they genuinely did not sleep at all during the night.

Essentially owing so much to Steve right now, they of course said yes, as it was the least they could do for them. As Steve proceeds to leaves the kitchen, Alex stands up as well to go wash their plate and utensils in the sink. As they wash off the grease on them, they could hear a loud thud, followed by some guttural sound.

Alex soon rushes out of the kitchen, fearing that something bad might have suddenly happened to Steve, before immediately seeing them lying face flat on a nearby couch, snoring loudly. Alex could only assume that Steve was really fatigued from one lost night of sleep, and walked around the sofa to sit in a cushioned chair near to it. As they stare up towards the glass ceiling, they begin to reflect on their surreal luck with stumbling across a seemingly perfect benignant human being. They have lived on their own as well for some time, traveling from village to village and rarely stayed at one place for too long. They’ve barely stayed at their original home for some time, and hasn’t checked up on their tamed wolf either, just relying on their villager neighbor to look after their pet.

Perhaps, they should stay a bit longer, to see if they can pick up some skills from Steve such as how they managed to amass such a large amount of raw material and finalized goods on their own, and why their craftsmanship is so incredibly good. As they think about this to themselves, Steve is in a deep state of sleep, wondering if they should tell Alex to stay over for some more time as well........ they don’t want them to see them leave so soon..........

#I MIGHT attempt to turn some of this into a animatic one day but I first need to find a actual good animation program to do that :’)#steve #alex #minecraft #mineblr #⬜️

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all-my-broken-heartbeats · 4 years ago

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First NaNo 2020 Excerpt

There was a woman ready to marry him before that. Maria and her family lived on the neighboring land and had been friendly for a long time. As the oldest of each family, it was arranged from the time they were young as long as neither of them had fallen for another person of similar or better prospects.

But then there was Jose, Maria’s brother. He was handsome and sweet and just a year younger than Nic. He flirted constantly when no one else was around. He was very excited about the prospect of Nic marrying his sister.

When Jose first kissed Nic, it made his whole body shake. It was wrong, but it felt nice.

Before long, they were meeting after dark for kisses and then more. The night they both decided to go to bed together had been the night after the Dia de Muertos festival. Everyone was still giddy with the celebration and the air was thin.

And Jose’s hands were all over Nic. They were warm and so was every inch of Nic’s body. There was no urgency.

The next morning, Nic awoke with a start as the door slammed. His father and Jose’s were screaming. Maria was sobbing in the hallway.

Jose’s father was sending him to a convent to pray for the forgiveness and healing of their son’s illness. He would be able to return as soon as the nuns helped him heal.

Nic got no such promise. He was told to leave and never come back. All he was able to take was a small bag with some clothes. His guitar was strapped to his back.

His mother sobbed and pressed a Bible to his chest. “Stay safe, by son.” She begged softly before his father took her away without a backward glance at Nic.

It had been several weeks of wandering until he found the Blanchard farm. Mrs. Blanchard was leaning against the barn. She was covered in sweat and blood and she was crying softly.

“Pardon me?” Nic said softly.

She jumped and wiped hastily at her tears, smearing more blood across her face.

“Hello, my name is Nicolas. Could I have some water?”

She smiled and nodded. “The pump is over there. Have you eaten today?”

He shook his head.

“Get some water and I’ll have one of my kids bring you something. We just lost a calf and a mother, so it’s a little crazy around here.”

Nic looked around. He could see the little garden was struggling. Chickens pecked at the ground. They looked fat, but there weren’t a lot of them. He could hear a cow moo in the barn.

“I can help in exchange,” Nic offered.

Mrs. Blanchard looked uncertain.

Nic held up his hands. “I just want to help. It looks like this place could use an extra set of hands.”

“Let me think about it.” She went into the house.

Nic drank greedily from the well pump and scrubbed his face. It had actually been a few days since his last meal. He’d managed to procure some jerky from his last stop in exchange for helping to pull a calf. But he’d eaten the last of that the previous day.

She came back out in a fresh dress with a clean face and a young man that looked just like her. “This is my son Billy.” She handed over a plate that held a few slices of bacon, some scrambled eggs, and a biscuit. “We could use some help. My husband is gone fighting the war and his father and brothers have their hands full with their own places. They help when they can.” She nodded to Billy. “He’ll show you to the loft in the barn. You can fix it up however you like.”

“I don’t need much. But I appreciate it.”

“I’m offering you a job, Mr…?”

“Cuevas,” he finished for her.

“And I am Catherine Blanchard. It is lovely to meet you and I would appreciate any help you can give even if it’s a few days. In exchange, I will feed you and mend any clothes you need mended. And I will pay you a small sum as we are able. It’s almost time for the cattle drive and I wasn’t sure how my father-in-law would manage it with him lot and ours, but if you would help there, I would gladly pay you a bit more upon a successful return.”

Nic swallowed the bacon and nodded. “Thank you very much, Mrs. Blanchard.”

“Think nothing of it, Mr. Cuevas.”

#i am aware that maria and jose are very cliche names #they are placeholders for now #nanowrimo 2020 #nanowrimo #nano2020 #nano #national novel writing month #national novel writing month 2020 #gay character #historical gays #historical mlm romance #historical romance #mlm romance #all my broken heartbeats #ambh #bisexual character

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talesfromlissom · 4 years ago

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okami!hanzo... where his s/o... pet his fluffy wolves and do not pay attention to hanzo.. 😔 damn... sad day for hanzo.. wrong! hanzo eats out his s/o and demands their attention!☺️☺️ very sfw *wink wink, nudge nudge* 😳

!A/N! Lol, so basically I kinda switched everything in this ask :o. All my readers use he/him pronouns, (unless it's Tracer that’s the only time I’ll write a reader that uses she/her pronouns). And my readers are HARD TOPS SO UH YEAH YEEHAW

Basic Info:

» You live in a small hut outside of the village, you mainly own lots of farm animals, and spend most of your time gardening

» You’re a sorcerer, so you’re very in tune with nature and such, as well as emotions, not just your own

» Animals love you

(okay that’s it lol)

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Rules

Overwatch Masterlist

Ninjago Masterlist

The Arcana Masterlist (WIP)

Ask Box (Requests are CLOSED!)

!WARNING! NSFW contents ahead!

Patting the two wolves who were currently lounged in your lap was one of the most peaceful things you had done today.

Most of it had been chaotic, first of all, the Okami you had been romantically involved with had come stumbling into your grounds all bloody, and an arrow sticking out of his side.

Second of all, he was being chased by hunters, which you easily fought off.

And third of all, he was acting like a huge brat because you weren’t paying ‘enough attention to him’.

You hear the door swing open, and aren’t surprised to see white fill the corner of your eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” You ask, scratching the back of Tomo’s ears.

Hanzo huffs. “I’m fine.”

“You had an arrow lodged through your side.”

“So?”

You sigh, counting to pet the wolves. Hanzo huffs again.

You don’t reply this time, but chuckle as he blows against your ear.

“Go to bed Han, you’re overworking yourself.”

“I am doing no such thing.”

You pet the wolves even more, but feel his arms wrap around your waist.

You raise an eyebrow and look at him for a moment, but don’t say anything otherwise.

“Are you going to fall asleep on me again?” You ask, and he places his face on your shoulder, muttering something into it.

Again you don’t reply.

His hands venture lower, that’s when you stop petting the wolves.

“Han, you’re injured.”

“It’s almost finished healing.” He mutters into your shoulder.

You shake your head. “It may heal quickly, but it will take a lot of your strength,” You reply. “Healing magic uses more stamina than any kind of magic. You and I both know that.”

You grin.

“Oh, so that’s why you're so needy?” You chuckle, as huffs.

“I’ve missed you,” He pauses. “Dearly.”

Your hand finds its way to intertwine into his long white hair. “Have you now?”

“Yes, the minute I leave your forest...I find myself longing for you.”

“Then why do you leave?” You ask. “If you miss me that much.”

Hanzo frowns. “You know why I must leave.”

You shake your head, pulling your hand from his hair and back to the wolves. One of them rolled onto her belly, and you pet it with pride.

He whines.

“No.”

Hanzo nuzzles your neck.

“No. You need rest, Han. You know damn well what happens when we fuck, you literally can’t walk for two days straight.”

“That’s because you don’t know when to stop.”

“Doesn’t help that having you underneath me making all those noises is the most intoxicating thing.”

You can feel his grin spread across his lips when his hands are on your waist again.

You lean your head onto his shoulder, mouthing at his neck.

“You’re trying to rile me up, aren’t you?”

Hanzo says nothing.

“Or are you jealous that I’m paying more attention to Kenji and Tomo than you?”

A whine.

“Aw, you poor thing.” You preen at him. “We should fix that, shouldn’t we?”

You practically feel the excitement that goes through him, it doesn't help that you’re soul bound to each other, forever ‘doomed’ to feel what the other feels when their emotions are at their strongest.

You spin around, his hands rising from your waist and onto your shoulders, as you place a hand on his lower back, he’s wearing a shit-eating grin, and it vaguely reminds you of Genji, but you don’t really want to think about Genji while you’re fucking his brother.

You chuckle.

“Don’t you have to meet with Genji tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“If he finds any marks he’ll kill us both.”

“No, he’ll kill you, and lock me in a tower for the rest of my life.”

He tugs at your shirt, your onyx gem necklace falling onto Hanzo’s chest.

You shake your head, as your hands drift down to his belt.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re still injured,” You reply. “Not only that, but you have to meet your brother tomorrow, and I’d rather not suffer the wrath of a wolf god.”

“You’ve fought against more formidable foes, and come out victorious.”

“He’s your brother, Hon.” The belt falls to the sides of his body.

“That doesn’t mean you’re forbidden from fucking me properly.”

“I am if that means your brother has to find out you’ve been in bed with a witch.” You say as he kicks his boots off to god knows where inside of the small barn house. “And I’d like to keep my face the way it is, heard plenty of stories of gods who cursed witches to look like hags.”

“I would kill my brother again if that were the case.” He mutters as you put kitten licks on his inner thighs.

“Is that so?”

“Hn.”

He hears a ‘moo’ behind him and looks up.

“Your animals are watching us.” He says.

You roll your eyes, and snap your fingers, with that the animals go about their business, turning the other direction entirely.

“Is that better?”

“I would’ve preferred-”

“Nope, we’re doing this here, we’re in the middle of the woods, nobody can hear us.”

“Unless I was followed.”

“I highly doubt you were.” You say, taking off the linen underwear he wears.

You grin at him.

“Damn you really did miss me huh?” You mutter, dragging a finger up his slit. He shivers, and you bring the slick to your lips, making a damn show of it as well.

He glares. “Get on with it.” He growls.

You roll your eyes. “Patience, dear, patience.”

“That is the last thing,” He pauses as you pull him closer to you, and you lay down on the floor in front of him. “I want you to do.”

“Then this won’t be very enjoyable, now will it?” You laugh, as a finger just lightly grazes his dick.

He curses under his breath.

“You never just-”

Another graze, a tad bit harsher.

He fidgets.

“Hm?”

This time, your thumb comes into this game, and you press down on his dick, hard.

He flinches, as your thumb begins to rub it in a circular motion.

He leans into it, and you don’t blame him either.

Four months without seeing each other, and waking up with morning hood more than once, hell, you woke up with it more than once since you’ve met him.

You hear his whimpers begin to get more frantic, his hands gripping the side of your face, beginning to place your hair between his fingers. His other hand pulls at the brown shirt he’s still wearing, his knuckles almost white.

Your fingers pull away, just as you think he’s getting too loud. He scoffs, as you just shake your head at him, grabbing his lower back and legs, before hoisting him up and carrying him.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Table.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?”

He smiles. “You know me so well.”

“No, I just know how to treat a man properly.” You respond, placing him on the table.

Normally, this bench was used to place items, like books, ingredients, food, but now it lays empty, as most of the animals have already been fed, and it's barely even time for supper.

The cows and goats have already been milked, and the chickens haven’t laid any eggs yet either.

He falls onto the table so softly, and you roll your sleeves up, leaning down and placing both of your hands on his thighs, practically wrapping your arms around them like an eel. You know fairly well he’ll move a lot during this, you’d rather not get kicked in the face.

The first lick makes him jump, as he isn’t looking at you anymore, but as his head on the bench and rolled to the side. As much as you would love to just pull your damn dick out, and make him kick and scream your name at the top of his lungs till the whole damn kingdom could hear, it could further infect the wound, and you didn’t want to particularly piss Hanzo off right now. It was so rare that he’d try to initiate this sort of thing, so you weren’t going to do something stupid to ruin it.

The second lick to his slit has him keening, clearly eager.

The third time he groans, muttering to get on with it, as his hand grips your hair.

You shake your head and dive in now, and he arches his back, finally happy he gets what he wants.

He’s shaking, clenching around your tongue, and you move your hand so your thumb can play with his cock yet again.

He kicks and fidgets under your touch, panting rapidly, which soon turns to breathy, yet soft moans.

Your tongue laps at his juices and the hand in your hair becomes tighter, just a smidge below painful.

You would chuckle right now, tease him about how desperate he looks, but you know that you shouldn’t keep this up for long, you still have to get him to bed again after this.

If you tease him it will just rile him up some more, and he won’t stop asking for more until you’re inside of him with something other than your tongue.

His grip becomes tighter, practically pulling your hair from your head.

He’s swearing-in a mixture of Japanese, English, and most likely celestial, as your lapping and circles become faster, and more pressure is applied.

His breath becomes more rapid, his moans higher pitches, before he lifts off of the table, and both hands to grip the top of your head, practically screaming your name into your ears.

He twitches, despite your tongue and hands still toying with him.

After the adrenaline dies down, and the overstimulation hurts, you let go, hands grasping his inner thighs as he twitches you see a faint line of drool drip from the corner of his partially open mouth.

He hums softly.

“Satisfied?”

“Of course not.” He says, and you wonder how exactly he’s still able to muster such attitude in his voice. Then again, he’s practically a god, he could probably go on for days if given the reason too.

You usually last for about two hours compared to him.

(You vaguely remember one time where he had this itch he couldn’t seem to get rid of, and he just rode you until you fell asleep that night. It was funny when you woke up in the morning, and you couldn’t feel your dick.).

You sigh happily.

“Aren’t you going to take care of that?” He asks, gesturing to your crotch.

You shake your head.

“Once you’ve rested, we can worry about that.”

You grab his clothing as he pulls it onto himself, you help him as well.

His belt is slung over your shoulder, and he climbs into your arms.

The door to the barn is shut with your leg, as you make your way to the small cabin. His forehead coming to rest on your shoulder, and before you even make inside the house, you hear his soft snores.

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korkisobsessions · 5 years ago

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The Oath

Chapter II. Healing

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He finally found Seo-Bi.

Chang was standing above her with his sword raised ready to hack. Seo-Bi was holding the baby pressed to her chest and she was shaking. That baby was the rightful heir to the throne. Yeongshin thought that the baby died with the queen. But Seo-Bi must've saved him from the hungry arms of the sick.

“Your highness! You must kill that baby. It's him, or you.” Old Minister was shouting. That was reason why Yeongshin hated royals. They were planning to kill innocent baby just for politics. He looked to Chang face. His sword still high above his head. But his face was full of struggle and pain. He was not this kind of ruler. That was reason why he was following him. He wasn't rotten like other men with power. Chang want´s what was best for his people. He gave them his food, he spilled blood for his people.

“I can't!” He lowered his sword and bowed his head weakly. “People need a rightful heir to the throne, son of king and queen. Not a traitor. People need stability after this disaster.”

“Your highness!!” Minister cried.

“You must help him to be a good and strong king.” Chang was leaving. Yeongshin held his rifle tighter ready to follow him. Seo-Bi passed the baby to one of the Ministers and followed them with Beom Pal behind her.

When they were in private distance, Chang turned to them and sighed “I need to make sure that they beat that disease in the whole kingdom.”

“I will go with you.” Yeongshin bows his head ready to follow the prince. After Moo Yeong died he will need a companion.

But Chang stopped him. “I need all of you to stay here for a while. To také care of injured soldiers. To treat and protect them.”

“Your highness you will need us. We must figure out that disease.” Seo-Bi spoke. “We won battle, but not the war.”

“I know.” Chang smiled lightly. “Meet me after three months in Sangju. Then we will start searching.”

All of them bowed their heads and watched Lee Chang leaving the castle.

Yeongshin then turned to Seo-Bi. She was still shaking but he knew she was ready for everything. “I need your help.”

“You are hurt?”

“No, I´m not, but a lot of soldiers are.” He was hurt, he still felt tiny rivulets of blood running down his back and started to feel lightheaded, but there were others hurt worse than him. “There are some scholars but they are good at treating migraines and stuck farts.”

“So, soldiers have special diseases?” Beom Pal laughs and follows them. Yeongshin doesn't know why, but he kind of liked that simple magistrate, but not right now. Right now he wanted to throw him to the rooftop. He saw that Seo-Bi rolled her eyes.

“Yes, they have. It’s called broken bones and burns.” He was getting impatient.

Beom Pal pops up his chest like a proud rooster. “I fought too!” Every time Seo-Bi was around, he had this habit to fight him. Like he needed to win her attention.

“Yeah, I saw you.” He didn't want to make fun of Beom Pal, but he was tired.

“Enough! Stop it you two!” Seo-Bi shouted and pierced them with death glare.

But suddenly she froze, like she heard something. And Yeongshin heard that too. A painful cry that bit him to the bones.

“Nilah!” escape whisper from his lips. He found strength and started running towards the infirmary. In his head was picturing the worst imagination. What if there were someone bit. What if she was? Even if she told him she is not. Seo-Bi was behind him when he reached the small building. Soldiers were lying on cots and sitting on the ground while scholars and their helpers were treating their wounds. Some of them were making small fireplaces to keep patients warm. He found Nilah almost immediately. She was lying in the same place where he left her. There was a young man kneeling above her, holding her injured leg. It was obvious that his touch caused her pain. Yeongshin was suddenly furious. He caught the young man by his collar and threw him on the wall of the infirmary. He pressed a dagger against his throat. His heart was beating fast and he breathed like a furious bull. The young man looked scared to death. He lifted his arms and whimpered.

“What do you think you are doing?” Seo-Bi´s voice came from distant space even though she was kneeling beside Nilah and examined her leg. Nilah was desperately holding tight grip on her blanket. She looked like she was unconscious, but her eyes were open.

“Master said, we need to fix her leg…” he was shaking and stuttering.

“Did you ever do it?” Seo-Bi pulls out a few needles of Nilah´s tight and carefully examined her leg that starts to have nasty purple colours.

“No,” the young man cried. “I just want to help her.”

Yeongshin started to breathe calmly and released him from his grip. “Don't touch her ever again!” he growl silently. Young man nod and run away like he saw a ghost. “That is what I was talking about…Migraines and stuck farts.” He squat next to Nilah and gently caressed her hair of her face. She looked to him and calm down. Seo-Bi was surprised. She was still little scared of Yeongshin. He was one big mystery, so she was still watching her back around him. But this woman calm down next to him like she trusted him.

“She will heal. That leg is broken, but it looks like a clean cut. And that splinter didn’t pierced any organ. We just need to pull it out. Can you hold her?” she nodded towards Nilah. “It will hurt.”

He carefully touched her shoulders not to put pressure on her burned arms. She looked in his eyes seeking strength. He was so sure he knew her eyes but didn't know how. He knows her figure, her moves…But was too tired to figure it out. He just stared in her eyes like he was hypnotized.

“I can make it.” She nodded with a clenched jaw. Seo-Bi did not wait and with one swift move she pulled a thick piece of wood out of her body. Nilah gasps silently. Just one tear left her eye. But he knows it hurt her bad. He was slowly making circles with his thumbs over her collarbone to calm her as best as he can. He saw that he left blood on her skin, It was his own blood. Seo-Bi sewed her skin together and closed the wound.

“I need to find some herbs for those burns. I will ask the scholars.” She left with Beom Pal, who was like her guard and guide.

He still held Nilah’s shoulders like an anchor in this world. She lifted her hand and covered his palm with hers small one. He can feel how warm her hand was against his skin. She was saying something but he can't understand her, until she looked scared.

“Yeongshin?” She lifted her hand and touched his face. “Can you hear me?” Her touch was calming like the softest pillow. It was like home. Dark shadows encircled him, when he collapsed to the ground next to her. The last thing he heard was her voice calling his name.

He woke up dark and cold with a strong headache. His body was weak and everything hurts. He didn't know where he was, or even if he was alive. Light movement on his right side woke his senses. He was ready for attack. Suddenly he saw the silhouette of the arm of the attacker. He caught the stranger by his hand and his other hand gripped on his throat. Silent yelp of the woman scared him.

“Please don't! It's just me! You are safe.” Came a strangled voice. He blinked a few times and recognized the dark silhouette of Nilah.

“What are you doing?” He was maybe too harsh on her, but he almost choked her, just because she scared him.

“You were shaking, I want to cover you.” She put a blanket over him and carefully stretched herself back on her cot. Her arms were neatly bound with clean strips of cloth.

“What happened?” He covered his face with his palms. His world was spinning around him and for a moment he thought he would throw up.

“Your healer friend said that you lost a lot of blood.” She grabbed a bottle of water and gave it to him. “You need to drink.”

He took a few sips, but his stomach was empty for too long that even a few sips was enough to make him sick. He still felt weak, but something was different. He stretched his arm and touched his shoulder.

“She sew your wounds. The sick bit you pretty badly.” She was calm when talking about bite wounds on his back. “Your friend said that parasites that caused that disease died in water. That's why you survived.” Nilah grabbed a little bowl next to her pillow and gave it to him. It was strong soup. It smelled good that he starts almost immediately drooling. “They brought soup, while you were out cold, so I left you half of mine. It's already cold, but I think it will do you well anyway.” She smiled kindly.

He shook his head. “No, you should eat everything.”

He wanted to give it back to her, but her face was hard. “Yeonhshin, eat that soup, or you will die. Your body is exhausted, and we need you strong.”

Never in his life did a woman treat him like she did. She cared about him but he didn’t know why.

“Who the hell are you woman?” he growled annoyed by her behavior, but started to eat.

“I'm the one who is keeping you alive.” She laugh.

He finished his soup almost with one gulp. He was so hungry that he could eat the whole kettle of that soup, but even this half of the bowl helped him to feel better. He slowly sat and looked around him. He was in the infirmary. The soldiers were sleeping all around them. Fires were almost extinguished that there was no light, just heat. His eyes drop to the woman next to him. She was covered in a blanket but still shaking.

“You cold?”

“No.” She whispered not to wake others. “I just can’t stop shaking. My body doesn't want to listen to me.” Even her jaws were chattering.

Yeongshin still covered her with his blanket and stroked her back a few times. “It’s normal. We have been through a lot. It’s just a fight leaving your muscles. You should sleep.”

“My brother used to tell me about it.” She held her blanket closer to her body. “He told me that when men fight they are somehow stronger. Don’t feel too much pain. He said that fear makes them stronger. But when they sober up, it’s bad. You were in war…am I right?”

“Yes, I was. But I don’t remember this state.” He lied. And she knows it. “Just go to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep. I still think I hear them. That they will come back…” She covered her eyes and wiped away a traitorous tear. She didn’t want to be weak. But the fear was too strong, too fresh.

“I’m here…” he whispered calmly. “and all the soldiers too. Nothing happened.”

He lifted his shirt to his nose and frowned. He was still in his dirty clothes and started to smell like one of the dead ones.

“Magistrate Beom Pal arranged the next room with a bath tube. There are even some clean clothes.”

“I think I need it.” He slowly stood up and held the wall. His world was still a little swaying.

He left Nilah and closed the door behind himself. He needed to be alone, because he felt that it’s here. He ripped his shirt off and tossed it in the corner of the small room. In the middle were wooden tubes just for one man. He held tight grip on the edge of the tube, to prevent his hands from shaking. Even with his shirt down, he still felt that pressure on his chest. And that rotten smell that filled his nostrils and wrapped around his brain to torture him.

He was back. Three years ago, when he returned to his village. Body aching from endless battle. He just wanted to be home. Home for what he fought for. He wanted to fill that emptiness with his brother’s laugh and warm welcoming of his family and friends.

And there was nothing. Just that rotten smell and dead bodies.

In the middle of that disaster stands Lord Ahn Hyun with the head of his brother in his arms.

He thought that the nightmare would end. But the dead were back. And he had to face them again.

He can’t breath and his heart was beating unnaturally fast and strong, it made him sick. He was sitting next to the tube, gasping for air. Eyes tightly shut. He was afraid that if he opened them, he would face his dead brother.

But suddenly he felt light touch on his face. He opened his eyes and find Nilah’s worried face.

“They are gone.” She whispered. “You are alive.”

He finally founded his breath. Air was back in his lungs.

“My friends in the next room used to tell me that I'm a good storyteller. Do you want to hear some?”

He didn’t answer, just bow his head.

“I will tell you a story about an old bamboo cutter, who found a tiny baby girl in a shining stalk of bamboo…”

Nilah was telling the story while she gently cleaned his wounds on his back. She cleaned his skin with a soft piece of cloth and he heard when her voice lightly broke when she saw all of his scars. He was a chakho, he was in the war, he fought his whole life. It left marks.

Her friends were right. She was good. At the end of the story, he was calm and slightly clean. She was sitting next to him, with her injured leg stretched and her eyes were heavy. Through the window shone early sunrise when he lifted her in his arms and carried her back to her bed. She was asleep sooner than he laid her down.

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shabba-zams · 4 years ago

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I'M NO MANIAC

Hold big regard for kinship, tradition and culture, I could give a lecture

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Smoke in house, reminisce about my late aunt, Eugenia

Healing from a heartbreak of a love that never happened

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Meow-moo, look at that arch, Doja, Cat-Cow mi amor

Heart's aching, beneath I'm hurting although surface looks perfect

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Fight what I feel, fight! I know you like what I write, right? I'm still Steve like Biko, because I write what I like

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Is it true man? You got a new man?

I'm glad you found uThando & Peace!

I see your glow in the dark , I watch you grow, from head to toe

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The love you show, I dunno who to tell that u just ring my bell

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Playing mind games like ping pong, saw my dp then ask for my dick pic like "Big Z u got big dick print"

I tell her to quit playin and show her it's just resting, I'm a grower

Picture a Big black gun in your hand, click glock

Lick big black cock in my hand, and get a big tip

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Double Pussy grip, like grip grip

Our late night tap dance routine like

Double tap like, tip-clit-grip-grip, skip, tip-clit-grip-grip

Sending mixed signals, wearing no bra, black tank top, Grey gym pants, exciting my BBC then saying NO BRA!

Apple bong is crack bong, big flop wearing your pink flip flops, I need a drink,J walk drunk, hit, bong, bang, drive, buy smoke, fly, sky, high five, YouTube The Fives, whats the matter? GBV

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Deep chats kid, Katt Williams crack me up, have a break Kit Kat

I'm a lil sad but real glad u not mad at me brick brack, red fox

Need my quick fix, Red on Netflix like Raymond, cross you off my hitlist, at least at last, the blacklist, NBC

No chick flicks miss, unless you aiming to get this, BBC

I don't aim, shoot shot once and don't miss, easy, ABC

Cupid tryinna shoot me dead but misz, shit shot, no Mrs, thank God

Thot thought she a hot shot coz she smoke pot, no BS she not hot

Cold as horse shit that's not hot, bust a nut, I might not

I'm a lit lad who thinks they a big bad, Wolf, with a sick head

You heard? Sometimes it's hard when u in my bed, think with other head instead like getting head

Play dead after I beat meat, you knock-knock, I'm cumin, you come in, your bad timing is not charming

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Get liquid withit

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Scratch my balls I'm jiggy, sweet melanin black queen like B

Fluent in your love language B, catch 22, paradoxical

Hypocritical, stereotypical, philosophical.

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hubcat99 · 5 years ago

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Las Campanas Chap 4

..... I’m late.... thank you to @alfa-angel for translation help

Beginning

It’s a funny thing what the mind does when it tries to heal itself from immense trauma. Sometimes it will wipe out the incident, maybe cover it up with a false memory; or just go blank.

Brian wasn’t sure where he fit on that scale, as he winked in and out of consciousness. There were moments where his brain registered that he was laying in Baba’s house, being tended to by her and Moo. The next moment Brian thought he was laying in a field of golden flowers, with his head resting on the lap of a beautiful woman with sad eyes. He didn’t mind either scene, though Brian preferred the times when his brain didn’t register anything, because everyone looked so sad. Brian couldn’t seem to understand why though. Oh yeah; he had died, didn’t he?

“Has pasado por mucho, jovencito; ¿correcto?” The gentle voice aroused Brian from his deep slumber. “Arriesgastes tanto por alguien que no conoces.” The woman lightly brushed Brian’s sweat soaked bangs from his face.

Brian frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “Who, who are you?” His strained voice sounded almost foreign to his own ears. “What are you saying?”

“Eres algo muy especial, Brian, y ojala que aprendas eso pronto” Her voice wavered as two golden tears slipped from her eyes, rolled down her cheeks. “Por favor salvalo…”

Brock uncontrollably flinched when the woman’s golden tears fell into his eyes, causing him to close them. Though his eyes were squeezed shut, Brian noticed a wash of golden light behind his lids. He slowly cracked his lids opened, the blue sky where the woman was had now been replaced with a wooden ceiling. Brian closed his eyes briefly once more, opening them to see the same wooden ceiling. A door opened somewhere near Brian, though he didn’t turn his head.

“Finally you are awake Brian…” Baba’s voice was unusually delicate for the haggard old woman.

Her out of character actions made Brian try to pull himself up to a sitting position. He held a hand to his gut, feeling sharp jabs of pain.

“Easy now you fool!” Baba was at Brian’s side, helping him sit up completely. She pulled up Brian’s shirt checking his gut, running fingers over pink scars. “Good. Everything still looks closed up.”

Brian slowly reach out to place his hand on Baba’s back, drawing the old woman closer. He leaned in close to her, placing their foreheads together. “…. Sorry abuela”

Baba lowered Brian’s shirt, touching her hand to his cheek. “You had us all worried Brain. You haven’t been fully awake for three days, we thought…” There was a hitch in her voice before Baba patted his cheek and backed away. “Right. No sense in crying, I’ll let Hollie know you are awake.”

“Her parents didn’t come for her?” Brian shifted to swing his legs over the edge of the bed. He watched Baba’s expression shift, though she didn’t say anything. “I see..”

Baba sighed heavily, looking defeated on the matter. “It happens. It’s like when you touch a baby animal too much, the mother’s reject them.” She waved off anymore of Brian’s questions on the matter. “Hush. There is a little girl out those doors that wants to know her hero is kicking.”

Brian chuckled, getting to his feet painfully slow. Every one of Brian’s limbs felt too heavy and sore, like being pushed down a flight of stairs. “Alright I’ll go see Hollie…” He ran a hand over the marred flesh under his shirt. “You know… I thought that I had died, even had a weird dreams too.”

Baba turned her attention to old stained bandages. “You did die, had serpientes negras swimming in your torso like a pool.” Though she missed Brian shivering in disgust, her old ears did pick up on his gagging. “Thankfully that kind Ciervo Cazador gave you a fighting chance.”

Brian rushed Baba, turning her to face him abruptly. “Wait?! What do you mean? I died? Ciervo?! A Cazador saved me?!” He started to shake the old woman by her shoulders, until she punched Brian in his still tender stomach. “OOF!”

“Don’t shake an old lady! Patient bratty child.” Baba fixed her clothes with an annoyed pull. “The black serpientes.. ah… wiggle lizards with hands for heads attacked you. The Cazador was the one you brought to my house.” Baba crossed her hands tight over her chest. “Ciervo is his mask, the four legged animal with a pointy head.”

“A deer?”

“Oh yes! A deer!” Baba huffed “Well I at least know the Cazador is called Moo, and he used a wish to keep you alive.”

“A wish?”

Baba sighed heavily. “Do you never listen to anything I tell you as a child Brian?!” She pushed past Brian to turn to the bedside table, grabbing a small box before shoving it at Brian. “Cazadores can wish for almost anything, as long their wish is pure and they still have enough soul. Those wishes manifest as silver bells that they have to carry, like burdens or sins.” Baba shrugged “Depending on how you look at their actions. My main point is that if they wish for it, it usually can happen.”

“Like wishing for someone to live…” Brian looked down in the small box, seeing a single silver bell roll around in it. “But why doesn’t Moo have this bell?”

“The wish was to keep you alive, the young Cazador thought you should have it before he left- What are you doing?!” Baba screeched, catching the bell Brian tossed at her.

Brian rushed around the room looking for supplies to stuff into a bag. “That asshole!” He stuffed clothes, into the bag remembering his hunting gear hidden in the woods. “We were even and then he does something like this?!” Brian changed what he was wearing into clothes suited for traveling. “When I find him again!” Though the words could have been taken harshly, the pink tint in Brian’s cheeks said otherwise.

Baba snickered from behind Brian. “Turn this way my querido” She pulled his face towards her gently before snapping something on Brian’s earlobe.

Brian jumped back hearing a chime before he clamped a hand over his ear. “What the fockin hell you old coot!” He paused when he felt a cold round shape under his palm. Brian slowly pulled his hand back hearing the jingle of a silver bell. He looked down at the now smug Baba with hands on her hips.

“I had a feeling you were going to go after him. Now keep that bell close, it is part of that Cazador's soul that he used to save you.” Baba took Brian’s hands. “I have your hunting gear by the door… I added a few things… some new weapons… a first aid kit… dried food…” Baba’s words slowly got weaker until she couldn’t say anymore. She wiped shaking hands at her eyes as tears escaped, rolling down her cheeks.

“Don’t cry abuela… don’t cry…” Brian hugged Baba close, his own eyes stinging with tears. “You are supposed to be mean and angry…”

“I don’t care how long it takes, just come back home to this old woman.”

“Of course Baba!” Brian gave her his widest grin he had before placing a kiss on her cheek. He gathered up his traveling supplies and burst from the bedroom. Brian spied Hollie just as he was about to leave Baba’s house. He was happy to see the girl cleaned up and healthier looking, but noticed she was still shy. Brian held his arms open happy when she rushed over and accepted a quick hug. He headed out from that house with a strong sense of determination in his step. Brian was going to find the Cazador named Moo.

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