#her attacks are more i'm going to stab you with a knife that just came out of my head

[spoonicksmaximus]

Just in time for the holidays!  Thought it’d be fun to take a shot at designing Sonic’s possible mom.  Not so much a “headcanon” as it is fanfiction, but I thought it’d be neat if Sonic had a mom that was a blackbelt martial artist of the fictional skill, “Steel Quill.”  It’s a technique in which you train your mind and body be embody steel, in this case, you train yourself to the point where your quills are like tungsten.  Birn (short for Birnadette- yeah I just changed the spelling) is able to use her quills like knives/projectiles, able to slice through metal like its nothing. The downside? You’re heavier, so Steel Quill folk aren’t great swimmers.

Birn is extremely well-versed in physical fitness, covered head to toe in weighted accessories (to keep sharp, of course). Though while her specialty is weight training, Sonic’s partial to aerobics. .. Running.

[gothicknightz]

3am pt. 2 | ethan landry

notes: omg you guys 😭😭 i love appreciate every one of you ty for keeping the hype alive, SCREAM 6 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

She awoke up in a horrible cold sweat, having the worst nightmare about getting attacked by Ghostface on her way back from a party Chad had invited her to.

Sitting up in a disarray and out of breath, the quick pain shooting from the side of her stomach hitting instantly.

So it wasn't a dream.

Now sitting up, her heart was racing as she looked around and spotted Ethan, her boyfriend, passed out on a nearby chair, his phone still in hand.

She could barely remember what had happened before she passed out, but she assumed that Ethan had found her.

Then his phone started to ring.

This startled Ethan awake, nearly dropping his phone in the process. As he noticed his girlfriend in front of him, he rushed over to her side immediately.

“(y/n), you're awake.”

He was careful when it came to hugging her, as her stab wound was recently patched up, and it was a miracle that the knife didn't hit any vital organs.

"Yeah," She mumbled, groaning as she attempted to sit up, "Someone's callin' you, Ethan." Her eyes flashed to caller I.D, which flashed a picture of Chad in a Hawaiian shirt and cowboy hat.

Ethan was too tired to react properly, and in turn, picked up the phone without a proper introduction or 'yeah.' Instead, the news was dropped onto him that Anika and Quinn were murdered by Ghostface.

"What?" His face was painted in a look of shock as he glanced worriedly at (y/n), holding her closer yet gently.

"How's (y/n), is she doing alright?"

"She's a fighter. I'll be there."

As he hung up, Ethan turned to his girlfriend and planted a kiss on her head, "Look," He said, placing an arm around her shoulders, "Anika and Quinn were murdered, and I- I'm gonna go check up with everyone, okay?"

(y/n) shook her head dismissively before pushing herself upwards, Ethan quickly going to her side for her aid, "I'm coming whether you like it or not. I wanna catch this guy as much as I want him dead."

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

As Ethan and (y/n) arrive at the crime scene, Mindy was fairly accusatory after the death of her girlfriend, Anika, to which Ethan brought up the fact that he was with (y/n) at the hospital after her attack.

"Mindy, what the hell?" (y/n) ran a hand through her hair as she sat on one of the open ambulances, sighing, "I've literally been in the hospital. How could Ethan be the killer?"

"Maybe that's the cover-up. Maybe he had someone paid to dress up as Ghostface and stab you. Maybe you two are both in on it. Just think about what happened with Richie and Amber."

This annoyed (y/n), who got up and pointed to her right lateral side, "I literally got fucking stabbed! Lay off the accusations, expert, your girlfriend just dropped dead."

Mindy narrowed her eyes at the pair before being held back by her brother, who was subsequently followed by Gale brining up something that the gang would want to see.

In a matter of minutes, the group of teenagers accompanied by Kirby, Gale, and Detective Bailey, were all at some supposed 'Stab' shrine in which all of the costumes and clothes of victims were compiled into an abandoned movie theatre.

Unsettled by the fact that the past was unearthed in front of her, (y/n) was by Ethan's side the entire time, not understanding any of the backstory that came with the tragedy.

Taking a dark trip down memory lane, (y/n) sighed before the words of Kirby got her attention, dragging a way to catch, or at least, trace the killer.

Hopefully, this was the end of it.

(ughhhhhhhh im not satisfied with this ending, you know there's automatically going to be more.)

[topazy]

Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes × reader, Maggie Greene × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Chapter: 6.06

Groaning, you start sitting up by yourself but struggle, feeling an ache in your side. As soon as Glenn sees you’re awake, he is immediately by your side, helping you sit up and adding an extra pillow behind you. On the other side of the bed, you notice Carl sleeping in a chair; he looks exhausted with heavy dark circles underneath his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” Glenn asks.

“Like I’ve been stabbed.”

He shakes his head and smiles, “You had us worried; Maggie will be so relieved you’re awake. She’s gone home to change her clothes.”

Your community didn’t have a real hospital, so the doctors used one of the homes as a makeshift medical facility. It felt strange laying in one of the beds; the last person who slept in the one you were in was Carl when he lost his eye.

Quietly you ask, “Where’s Eugene?”

“The bullet only grazed him; he’s fine.”

“That’s good.” Sighing, you lean back into the pillow, “Did they bring Denise back?”

Glenn looks down at his feet, “Not at first, but Daryl and Rosita went back and got her. They brought her home.”

Tears of relief roll down your cheeks; the fear of her body being left outside for the elements, walkers, or animals to destroy was in the back of your mind. “Good. Those men... they came out of nowhere,” you muffle a sob with the back of your hand. “How bad is it?”

“The knife missed anything major, thank God. Carol was able to stitch up the wound, but you will have one hell of a scar.”

“It will be some story to tell my future niece or nephew.”

Glenn kisses your forehead. “I’m going to let Maggie know you’re awake.”

Once Glenn leaves, your eyes start to close over; despite just waking up, you were still exhausted. You hear the sound of a chair moving, then feel a warm hand against your own. Feeling yourself start to fall asleep, you link your fingers with Carl’s.

—

Carl was pissed, and you couldn’t blame him. His dad and Morgan had left Alexandria to go find Carol, who had decided to leave without saying goodbye to anyone in person. Daryl had left to look for Dwight and his men, and Glenn, Michonne, and Rosita had gone after him. Seven of the best fighters in your group had left base, leaving only Maggie, Abraham, Sasha, and Carl to defend your community if someone attacked.

Biting down on your lip, you sit down on Carl’s bed. He had moved the bed next to the window since the view looked out into the woods.

“I went to the armory and got you a few things.”

He places a black holdall on the floor, and your eyes widen when he zips the bag open. “Oh lord, those are more than a few things,” you say quietly. “It won’t take Aaron long to notice they are gone.”

“Then I’ll just tell him the truth; I took them.”

He pulls a flare out the bag and sits it on the window ledge. “If you see anything, use this, and I’ll come right back. I promise.”

“Thanks.”

“Y/N, it's okay to be afraid after what happened.”

“I'm not afraid,” you say defensively.

So much weight was landing on Carl’s shoulders; it wasn’t fair. Every kid had been forced to grow up too quickly since the world went to hell, but the burdens that fell on Carl always seemed to be extremely unfair.

“I just wish I could help more.”

“Keeping an eye out for those assholes is helpful.”

“Suppose,” you pick up the binoculars and look outside. “I can’t even pick Judith up; I’m just worried I’m going to be useless if they attack.”

“You won’t be,” Carl leans down and kisses you. “I’m gonna go get Judith from Olivia; I’ll be back soon.”

—

Maggie leans against the doorframe in the kitchen; her tone reminds you of the one your mom would use whenever she was frustrated. “You should be resting in bed.”

“I’m not doing anything strenuous; I’m just making lunch.”

“For how many people?”

Your shrug, “Whoever is hungry, I was falling asleep sitting by the window, and everyone needs to eat at some point.”

Sitting around was making you feel guilty; you just wanted to help. The sandwiches and plate of carrot sticks on offer were nothing in comparison compared to the meals Carol could make.

Maggie leans her arms against the counter. “How are you feeling anyway?”

“My side feels tight where the stitches are, but it should be me fussing over you. You look exhausted.”

“Thanks,” she snorts.

“You need to rest, Maggie, even for a couple of hours.”

“No can do. We are short of bodies as it is. We need all hands on deck.”

Enid knocks on the doorframe lightly and steps into the room. “I didn’t mean to listen in, but I can cover Maggie’s shift for a few hours.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Maggie raises her brows, “Who’s in charge here?”

“You need to rest.”

“I really don’t mind,” Enid says. “You should be putting your feet up and eating ice cream or whatever else you’re craving.”

“It’s sorted then.”

“Fine,” Maggie raises her hands in defeat before laughing and taking one of the sandwiches, “but only because the two of you are ganging up on me.”

—

“I could see myself living by the seaside.” Carl runs his fingers through your hair. “There would always be a good supply of food like fish, crabs, and frogs.”

“Frogs?” You chuckle, “I don’t imagine they would be easy to catch.”

The look on his face is solemn. “One person needs to go into the water and splash around, and the other catches them in a bucket when they try to get away.”

Rick returned not long ago, and you had hoped Carl would be less stressed, but he still seems upset, and you didn’t want to push him to talk until he was ready.

“I’d love to live on a farm again one day.”

Carl rests his head against your shoulder. The two of you were sitting in the living room while Enid cut your sister's hair. Enid had taken the ends off your hair already, and you were just waiting to clean up once she was done. It’s only when you look at the length Carl’s hair has got that you remember him saying the only person he let cut his hair was his mom.

Hearing a groaning sound coming from the kitchen, you jolt up, “Maggie? Maggie!”

When you don’t get a response, Carl rushes into the kitchen, with you close behind him. Enid is in shock watching as Maggie doubles over in pain, clutching at her stomach.

The baby.

“Oh my god, what happened?”

Frightens, Enid shakes her head. “I don’t know, she was fine one minute, and then the pain came out of nowhere.”

When Carl helps Maggie stand up, you go to the opposite side of her.

“Enid, go get Rick! We need to take Maggie to the doctor in Hilltop.”

[lacy-oh-lacy]

how about sam or taras reaction to ghostface killing reader? and maybe getting revenge?

'Til Death

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x Reader (& Platonic Tara Carpenter x Reader)

Word Count: 0.7k (pretty short, sorry ♡)

CW: Death, violence, grief, angst, murder, brief sexual reference, you die sorry, graphic language, unhappy ending

Sam was going to Kill Richie.

She was going to tear him open again and again until he couldn't even scream without choking on his own blood.

It didn't matter that she’d been stabbed, it didn't matter that he had the gun. Seeing you fall to ground, gushing blood, she knew she was going to fucking kill him.

"You know, Sam. I'm starting to think I wasn't the only one being a little less than faithful." Richie gestured to your motionless form. "Or are you gonna tell me you haven't been eye-scissoring your galpal over there since we came to Woodsboro?"

"Fuck you!"

She hated the red-hot fury coursing through her. She hated that she’d already made up her mind about this. You’d always told her she was nothing like her dad, but…

She had to make him pay. For what he did to Tara, to her and now to you.

You, the first person she ever opened up to. You, who were so understanding and still said you loved her just as earnestly.

She felt like the biggest idiot in the world for ever thinking you could've been Ghostface.

When she saw you again for the first time in five years she was so mesmerized she almost forgot why she was in Woodsboro. She almost forgot she had a boyfriend too.

You wrapped your arms around her and it was like she was 16 again in one of those fleeting moments where nothing else mattered because she was with you.

Then a bouquet that must have been for Tara grazed her back and she remembered where she was.

"Hey... It's good to see you again, Sam."

"That's a relief..."

A relief she wasn't so sure she was owed.

How you could greet her like that with the history the two of you had -with the bitter way she had brought that history to a close no less- she had no idea, but she clung to you gratefully.

You were as soft and warm as she remembered and all too soon she had to pull back and retreat into herself. You weren't her's anymore, she ruined that. She couldn't let you make her heart flutter like nothing changed. Like she didn't have a boyfriend now.

"It's good to see you too. Or it would be if the circumstances weren't so fucking shitty."

"I know. I can't believe it. Have you spoken to Tara?”

Despite herself, her heart fluttered. You’d always cared so much about Tara, not as an obligation because you were dating her sister, truly cared. It was one of the things Sam liked most about you.

"Yeah, I have... and she mentioned you've been looking out for her since I... went away. Thank you."

You smiled -but it wasn't that bright, disarming smile you had that hit Sam's system like a love potion. Your face struggled against it.

"Yeah. Of course."

So... You did resent Sam a little. She guessed it wasn't fair to expect any different.

Despite that resentment you still visited Tara again the next day. You still saved Sam's boyfriend when Ghostface attacked the hospital-

-except you didn't, because he was never in any real danger... And that was ex boyfriend now.

And now you were lying on the floor, bleeding out and unresponsive because of fucking goddamn Richie.

He was getting cocky. He underestimated how much strength Sam had left in her because she was crawling away, he couldn't see the rage bubbling beneath her fear.

He couldn't have made it easier to get the knife in his neck.

A woman possessed, she stabbed him again and again and again, tearing into his chest until it was more blood than skin.

She couldn't stab him enough for every betrayal, for every way he hurt someone she cared about but she could fucking try.

With nothing but bloody remains left in front of her, profound coldness settled inside Sam. She stared long and hard at what used to be Richie because she knew when she stopped she’d have to look at you. What used to be you.

A piercing gasp came from behind her, Sam’s insides twisted as it turned into sobs.

Tara found you.

It was only when Richie’s body blurred that Sam realized her sister wasn't the only one crying.

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[runawaycatwalker]

Part 27. Safely Seen (Oni-Chan 2.0, part D)

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Description below the cut

Astrowalker flies toward a mountain, near the base of which is a small clearing at the top of a sheer cliff.

Astrowalker (internally): Good, she's not here yet.

Adrien detransforms as he drops to the ground and reaches for the shoe that he previously cut a hole in.

Adrien: Claws in.

Adrien puts on his hat, pulls up the hood of his hoodie, and pulls out Rolland’s knife.  Plagg gestures towards the knife incredulously.

Plagg: A knife?  You came all the way out here to pull out a knife?

Adrien: I'm here because this is where Cosmobug is going to be.

Adrien peeks from behind the tree towards the sky, where Cosmobug is flying in.

Adrien: And there she is.

Adrien holds up the knife, where he looks at his own reflection.

Adrien: So here I am.

Adrien walks out from behind the tree as Oni-Chan teleports in.

Adrien starts to petrify as he grabs Oni-Chan’s sword and stabs his knife between the branches in the sword, locking it in place.

Adrien: Gotcha.

Oni-Chan tries to jiggle the sword out of the frozen Adrien’s grasp.

Oni-Chan: Some boy seizing my sword isn't going to stop me from...

A close-up of Oni-Chan’s face as she realizes who this boy is.

Oni-Chan: Wait.

Oni-Chan reaches a hand towards Adrien’s frozen face.

Oni-Chan: You're...

Cosmobug (wearing the red glove side of her Lucky Charm, still attached to the black glove part) flies towards the akuma and throws her yo-yo.

Cosmobug: Get away from him!

Oni-Chan teleports behind Cosmobug, attacking her with her sword.  Cosmobug, her yo-yo having gone too far to immediately be of use, blocks the strike with her Lucky Charm gloves.

Oni-Chan: Ladybug, you don't understand!  That boy down there is—

Cosmobug slips the black glove of the Lucky Charm into Adrien’s frozen hand so that they’re holding hands together.

Cosmobug: Adrien Agreste!  I know!

Cosmobug uses her grasp on Adrien to give her leverage as she simultaneously kicks Oni-Chan in the chest and uses her yo-yo to grab the sword and (using Adrien's arm as a way to redirect the yo-yo string) and yank it away.

Cosmobug: I figured out he was going to be here!  And I'm going to save him!

Oni-Chan goes flying off the cliff and into the trees below.

Oni-Chan: Aaahhhh!

Cosmobug: No more evil doing for you, little akuma!

Cosmobug breaks the sword with her yo-yo and captures the akuma in one smooth motion, then throws the Lucky Charm gloves into the sky to cast her cure.

Cosmobug: Time to de-evilize!  Miraculous Ladybug!

As the magical ladybugs restore Adrien to normal, he is startled (to the point to dropping his knife) as Cosmobug jumps on him, hugging him with her arms and legs as she wears a ginormous grin on her face.

Cosmobug: Adrien!!!!!!!  I found you!

As Adrien and Cosmobug fall together, he lets himself wrap his arms around her, relishing this moment where he can accept her embrace again.

Cosmobug: I can't even explain how worried I've been, Adrien!  I'm just so glad that you're alive!  I searched everywhere trying to find out where you'd really gone!  And now you're here!

Adrien: I'm here.

Adrien smiles sheepishly as Cosmobug pins him to the ground.  Cosmobug’s eyes bug out in embarrassment at the position she has him in.

Adrien: But, uh, Cosmobug?  Can I sit up please?

Cosmobug: Waaahh...?

Adrien: I don't mind being like this!  But I think I fell on something pointy...?

Cosmobug jolts up and flings the knife straight behind her.  Adrien holds up his hands and tries to laugh off his situation.

Cosmobug: Eep!  Sorry!  I didn't mean—!

Adrien: It's fine!  No harm done!

Cosmobug: It's not all fine!

Adrien leans into Cosmobug’s touch as she caresses his cheek, wiping her thumb at the tears that have started forming in his eyes.  With her other hand, she points her fingers towards the bruise on his neck, stopping short of touching it.

Cosmobug: I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt, Adrien.  Whatever you've been through?  You didn't deserve it.  None of your suffering was okay.  Which is why I refuse to let it happen again.

Cosmobug holds up her hands theatrically as she starts dreaming up the perfect plan.  Adrien is shown from behind, expression unseen.

Cosmobug: I'll personally see to it that you have someone who cares about you by your side 24/7, so you'll be completely safe!  I know you have some amazing friends who would do anything for you!

Adrien (talked over): Cosmobug, I don't think I—

Cosmobug: And since I know it can be hard to ask people for help, I'll ask them for you!

Cosmobug smiles and raises her hand towards her earring as it starts beeping loudly.

Cosmobug: I just know Marinette would love to—

Adrien (talked over): Really, I—

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Cosmobug: Sorry!  I'm about to detransform!  Be right back!

Cosmobug hovers off the edge of the cliff, giving a wave and a thumbs up.  Adrien kneels, reaching his finger towards the ring he stashed through the hole in his shoe.

Cosmobug: The end is in sight!  Just sit tight for a second and you'll be home free!

Marinette, all starry-eyed, touches the sides of her face in glee.  Tikki is mostly focused on eating the space power up cookie.

Marinette: Adrien's here, Tikki!  Thank you thank you thank you for giving me that Lucky Charm!  It led me right to him!

Tikki: Lucky Charms are more the universe providing you what you need than me...

Marinette: Close enough!  If it weren't for you, I'd still be powerless to help Adrien.  But now I can protect him!

Tikki, halfway through her cookie, looks away uneasily.

Tikki: Aren't you forgetting to ask Adrien what he wants?

Marinette: I know what he wants: to be with the people he cares about.  His friends are all dying to help, so we'll be perfect for giving Adrien everything he needs to feel that he's safely home!

Tikki: I guess... but maybe you should first make sure that your other friend gets home too?

Marinette grabs the side of her head in distress at the reminder.

Marinette: I FORGOT ALL ABOUT KAGAMI!

Somewhere in the trees at the bottom of the cliff, Cosmobug finds Kagami and waves to her.  Kagami shows Cosmobug the knife she found.

Cosmobug: Hey, Kagami!  I totally didn't forget to come get you!  I've just got a... surprise for you!

Kagami: Was the surprise this knife that almost hit me in the head?

Cosmobug: No!  I mean... The real surprise is going to be much better than a knife, ha ha!  Let me show you!

Cosmobug, having picked up Kagami to bring her to the clearing at the top of the cliff, gestures in front of them cheerfully.  Kagami looks confused.

Cosmobug: Tada!

Kagami: ...I am confused.  There seems to be nothing here?

Cosmobug turns her head in shock.

Cosmobug: What?  No!

Cosmobug kneels prone on the ground of the empty clearing, Kagami watching from behind at the cliff’s edge.

Cosmobug: Adrien was right here...  He was...

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[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 13

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, war, bleeding & bullet wounds, several deaths, hostage situation, held at knifepoint

Whumpee tuned out the vicious fight going on behind him, the screams of pain and panic as the two sides tore each other apart with bullet and blade. He only had one mission now…

Using Myra as a human shield, Leader turned away from Whumpee so that Whumpee could protect and cover his back while Myra blocked his front, aiming for the hall to escape. The fight was almost over now, the Flint soldiers dispatching the last few of Leader's men.

Leader took one step toward the exit, roughly shoving Myra ahead of him -- when a bloody blade suddenly came bursting out of his chest, the tip of bright metal protruding out his front in a spray of blood.

The knife fell from Leader's hand as he stared down in pure shock and horror at the blood rapidly soaking through his shirt.

Whumpee leaned in from behind to whisper into his ear. "With all due respect, which is none... I'm not your puppet anymore. And you forgot to never turn your back on an enemy." That was always the biggest rule Leader had drilled into him, to never take your eyes off your opponent. Ironic, that it would be Leader's own fatal mistake.

Leader choked, mouth agape as he gurgled blood, drowning in it. Then Whumpee yanked his dagger out, and Leader fell to the floor, twitching and jerking spasmodically. It lasted mere seconds before he stilled, dead.

Whumpee stared down numbly at the body of his former handler -- before crumpling to one knee with a wheeze, clutching at his ribs. He must have taken more hits than he thought, and now that the adrenaline was starting to wear thin, he could feel it catching up to him. The agony, sharp and piercing, stabbing every nerve and setting it on fire.

He was barely aware of the scene around him anymore, the last dying cries of Leader's men as Flint soldiers took them out, a gorey mess of blood and death painting the floors in a gruesome mosaic. His ears were ringing, head throbbing with every heartbeat, but he was distantly aware of a hand on his shoulder, followed by arms around his neck.

It was Myra, clinging to him for dear life and shivering all over, hiding in front of his large form and burying her head into his shoulder to stop looking at all the carnage behind his back.

"T-Thank you W-Whumpee," she whispered, voice wobbling. She was sobbing and shaking like a leaf, and Whumpee couldn't blame her for being traumatized by all the death and destruction.He had learned to tune it out to focus on his missions, but Myra hadn't tasted war before -- her first glimpse had been when Whumpee killed the townsfolk.

Whumpee's chest was heaving, raspy breaths escaping him, but he put a reassuring arm around the small girl in a careful, gentle hug, being highly conscious of his own supernatural strength. His hands were covered in blood, but Myra didn't seem scared of him in the least, and it made Whumpee's heart ache. The only person who didn't see a monster to run away from. He craved that feeling of being wanted and appreciated as more than Weapon, being more than a scarred-up war beast.

"It's okay... Myra... You're safe now..." He panted, holding her close. "I just... need to lay down... for a bit..." Whumpee’s voice grew faint and thin as he gently untangled her small arms from around him so she wouldn’t get hurt as he awkwardly fell onto his side with a grunt, blood pouring from his wounds. Everything hurt, it was hard to breathe, and the room wouldn't stop spinning.

In his peripheral he could see Flint soldiers watching him warily, unsure if they should approach or run away before he had a chance to get up and attack. Mixed reactions of curiosity and terror.

Myra was leaning over him, and he saw a blurry figure appear behind her, tugging her into a fierce hug, and Flint's worried voice filtered into his foggy conscience.

"Myra! Thank the stars you're all right..."

Whumpee couldn't help cracking a small smile, a wave of satisfaction rolling over him. He'd done the right thing for once, fought on his own terms, not because someone told him to. He felt accomplished... free.

His vision was growing hazy, and he closed his eyes against the pain, not wanting Myra or anyone else to see it. And before long, the darkness floating in his head swallowed him whole. And he knew no more.

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Lost - lotcf & reader

notes: hi ahahahaha I've been gone for what? 1 or 2 years? So many things happened lol. I'm gonna do my thesis next year, I think I'm about to become an orphan? My extended family is out to get my life, I think it's the same for my bio dad, overall life has been a rollercoaster. Like every time I try to get back to my hobbies something happens, but I won't let that stop me from fangirling lol

Anyways! that's not what y'all are here for, you're here for the fic!

tags: novel spoilers (late part of book 1), set in endable, transmigrator!reader, naru calls ws "eldest uncle" because that's what the wiki says (but i'm not sure because i forgot huhu), reader is a shrimp stuck between two whales

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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@eggb67 said: So imagine this, reader is from a complete waste land of a dimension and she crash lands into TOCF with no clue of where she is. She runs into WS and the first thing she does is attack him because he looks similar to the person who had been really close when it came to killing her.

The world you came from was one in chaos. Everyone has to fight to survive as if only barbarians lived there. It hadn’t always been like that. One thing leads to another; before you know it, the world is deserted, and only the strongest or the wittiest survive.

Survive, that was exactly what you were trying to do before you lost. Of course, the day you try to get food you encounter some bloodthirsty madman and die…

Well, at least you thought you did. 

You were sure the knife was going to stab your heart. To be honest, you accepted it, living in that world was tiring. You figured that since you have nothing left, no family, friends, or material things, then it should be fine if you disappear.

That’s why you were shocked when you opened your eyes and saw that you were in a different place. The place may be different but you can see the same madman that tried to kill you. 

And it would only be just to try and strike back right?

However, as you were about to swing your arms, that’s still injured, two men who look like knights blocked your movements. This made you fall over and sit on the ground.

“Explain yourself! Who are you and how did you appear here out of the blue?”

Now just what kind of roleplay is this? You were certain that you were in some dingy alley before. But now you look like you’re in a castle, or at least some luxurious lodging.

“Explain myself? I’m the most confused here. Who the hell are you people and where am I? Also, that bastard over there looks like the dude that killed me earlier.”

Now that you look at it properly the man that supposedly tried to kill you was the same but at the same time different. This man also had red hair and was wearing a white mask, but their clothes looked vastly different. Their aura was also different. This one feels more shrewd and has the vibe of a ruler.

Speaking of the mysterious man, he only looked at you as if he found a new toy to play with. That look only lasted for less than a second before it was replaced by a look of concern.

“There seems to be a misunderstanding, but first… Naru are you okay?”

Only then did you notice the white-haired kid near you. He looked shocked but seemed to be fine otherwise. Usually, you were soft when it came to kids.

But your instincts were telling you that this one isn’t a kid.

You have no way of proving it, but years- no decades of trying to survive in your forsaken world has honed your instincts. And your instincts were telling you three things:

The white-haired kid is not a kid

The redhaired man is dangerous

The kid is dangerous too but you’ll have a better chance of survival with him.

“Don’t worry Eldest Uncle no harm was done.”

“That’s good… Well usually we would send attackers like you to prison but as I said there seems to be a misunderstanding. You also don’t seem to be from here and look lost.”

Everyone around you started whispering about how merciful this White Star guy is. From the not-so-hush whispers, you gathered that these two are big shots in this place with the redhead being their ruler. 

That also confirms that you’re now in a world you have no idea of.

Your world doesn’t have a ruler. Well, it had one before but that was decades ago. The sight of people being orderly and following a single person seems so foreign to you now.

“Eldest Uncle if I may, can I take this person with me back home? I wish to treat their injuries and find out how they got here.”

It was only then you remembered that you were injured. Of course, all of them were from the madman from the other world. Just remembering about that encounter made you pissed. 

You kept your emotions in check and listened in on the conversation about you. They were acting as though you didn’t even exist, but it was fine. All you have to do right now is stay quiet and not offend anyone. You have to survive this room first then find out where the hell are you after.

“Are you sure Naru? They may be dangerous and bring you harm…”

“I will be fine uncle. I really want to treat them, seeing someone appear out of nowhere weak and battered reminded me of my own health. Thus why I wish to help them.”

The not-really-brat seemed to be a good actor.

You were far from weak. You may be injured, but not weak. If you want to you can still cause havoc in this place. That Naru guy seemed to know it too. His gaze only landed on you for a second but you can tell he has a good grasp of your strength.

That’s fine as it looks like he's trying to get you away from the more dangerous man so you played along.

As if touched by the kid’s words you tried to get up but only to fall back again. You added in some coughs for a good measure. 

Naru and White Star went back and forth a bit more with White Star saying he was worried and Naru adamantly proclaiming they just wanted to help a weak person like him. Luckily in the end White Star resigned and allowed Naru to do whatever he wanted on the condition that if you did anything rash Naru was to tell him immediately.

Soon enough you were being escorted out of the hall you were in to go to Naru’s residence with the help of some servants. The whole time you could feel White Star’s gaze on you and it felt just like how a mad scientist would look at their new test subject victim.

Let’s just hope you don’t have to meet him anytime soon.

[ebongawk]

oooh hellcheer hc is that eddie goes into fully nurse mode whenever chrissy’s sick. she has a cold? he’s fussing over her, making soup from scratch thank you very much bc he’s actually a great cook. cramps? he buys out her favorite chocolate from the corner store, he’s got three different types of heat packs ready, he’ll massage her belly for hours if that’s what it takes to make her feel better

Here's the thing: Chrissy was never home when Eddie got out of the studio on Wednesdays.

Wednesdays were their short days. The band's self-proclaimed 'recharge' days. The midweek break they all pretended to need that they'd written into their contracts so the fucking producer wouldn't throw a fit when Jeff dipped out at eleven to go meet his girlfriend at the train station, because Marie was in Boston Saturday night through Wednesday morning for work.

Eddie usually wandered in after a fast food lunch and a grocery run around one o'clock. Chrissy wasn't even off most days until four. So when he walked in the front door and was greeted with the curdling scream of horror queen Janet Leigh on the tube?

Yeah, Eddie about had a heart attack. Like full-on hand-over-the-heart terror.

"Sorry," Chrissy croaked from the couch as she frantically turned the volume of her vintage horror flick down. Psycho. Classic. Eddie hadn't even noticed her, she was so bundled up in blankets. A Chrissy burrito that could've passed for a rumpled throw blanket. "Sorry, sorry. You came in at the worst part."

Shit, she sounded awful.

"That's my specialty," Eddie breathed, dropping the excess number of grocery bags in the foyer and tripping over his own feet to make it to her side. "What's up, buttercup? How come you're home so early?"

Shit, she looked awful. All curled up and shivering despite the throw around her shoulders and the duvet she'd dragged in from their bedroom. Eddie automatically put a hand on her forehead, hissing at the burn beneath his palm.

"Think I caught the bug that's been going around on the publishing floor," Chrissy said, covering her mouth with the throw as she talked. Trying to breathe on him as little as possible. But her sinuses were so full, he doubted she could take in any air from her nose. "Editors were next, I knew it, but everyone insisted it'd stay quarantined upstairs."

"Morons," Eddie huffed, eyes raking over her face. Her blotchy, feverish cheeks; her bloodshot eyes ringed in the purple bruises of exhaustion. Her lips were dry, and Eddie sighed, hopping up and pressing a kiss to her forehead that she protested.

"You're gonna get infected," she grumbled. Eddie just shrugged, more firmly wrapping her up in her blankets.

"Did you take anything?"

"Grabbed some cold medicine from the pharmacy that's next to the office," she said, still covering her mouth. Exhaling a couple of rough coughs into the fabric. "Probably should've eaten something, but nothing sounds good."

Her sentences were choppy and slurred, which was how Eddie knew that this was serious. Having majored in English at BU, Chrissy's articulation refined to a fucking knife's point over the years. Ready to stab anyone who looked at her with a modicum of doubt when she explained what she did for a living.

His poor little Supervising Editor.

"Alright," Eddie said, hopping to his feet and pressing another kiss to her crown – this one not quite as protested as the first – before he rounded the couch to collect the grocery haul he'd bought that was entirely inadequate for a sick Chrissy. "Lemme get some water in the kettle, yeah? I'll make you some ginger tea and run to the bodega for soup supplies."

"Love, really, I'm fine––"

"Don't you I'm fine me, Cunningham," he called from the kitchen. Even though her last name had been Munson for damn near five years now. He loved the dopey little smile she still got when he reprimanded her with her maiden name. The eye roll. The huff of, That's Munson to you, Mister.

The huff never came this time. She was too tired to argue, he knew.

He started some prep work for what they had on hand while the water heated up. Mincing up a metric fuckton of garlic, grabbing some chicken breast from the fridge, grating most of a knob of ginger. They had some frozen chicken wing tips, but Eddie wasn't sure he had the time or patience to make broth from scratch. He mentally added store bought shit to his list, along with spinach and carrots.

Once her tea was ready, Eddie departed after stealing another kiss – this one to her cheek, which she yelled at him for as well as she was able and which he laughed at when her voice broke.

Another forty-five minutes later, after hauling ass to the store and back, Eddie had soup simmering on the stove, orange juice in the fridge, and three other types of medicine lined up along the coffee table to be taken after she'd eaten.

"I should go to the bedroom," Chrissy sighed as Eddie exchanged her empty mug of tea for a glass of juice. "Give you veg space so I don't get you sick."

Eddie scoffed. He'd grabbed The Two Towers from their nightstand, carefully depositing it on the arm of the couch before gently easing Chrissy's juice from her hands. He crouched down in front of her, leveling her with as withering a stare as he could muster around the worry he could feel lining his face.

"What kind of husband do you think I am, sweetness? To abandon his queen in her most desperate times of need?" She rolled her eyes, cheeks turned up in a slight smile. Eddie grinned, reaching up to pinch her cheek. Broadening her smile as much as she was able. "My fair lady needs her noble knight's assistance now more than ever! I ain't just gonna abandon you to squalor, baby. You know better than that."

She made a little noise of distress, and Eddie knew it was because she was terrified of getting him sick. Even though he played backup to Jeff, fucking his vocals could fuck the whole timeline for their next album.

He couldn't have given less of a fuck.

Tucking the blanket more firmly around her, Eddie carefully wedged his arms under her slight body, hoisting her up with a cracked little squeal from her raw throat before settling himself lengthwise on the couch, Chrissy in his lap.

"Eddie––"

"Shh, baby," he said, grabbing the book behind him and opening up to the bookmark. Picking up where they'd left off the last time he lulled her to sleep, just the night before, when she'd still been perfectly healthy. Harboring this bit of sick down deep enough that her body was still attempting to fight it off.

His voice, she'd told him once, was her favorite lullaby.

"So it was," he began to read, "that in the light of a fair morning, King Theoden and Gandalf the White Rider met again on green grass beside the Deeping-stream."

An hour later, Chrissy was out like a light. Breathing deeply through her mouth, with a little dribble of drool spilling onto his shirt and making him chuckle. He leaned down, kissing her hair and brushing it back over her ear.

"My poor little peach," he murmured, pressing the words into her scalp. The scent of ginger and garlic wafted through the air, and Eddie knew he should extricate himself from her embrace. Slip into the kitchen and turn the stove off.

But Chrissy let out this scratchy little snore, and Eddie figured he could give her another half hour.

"Love you, sweet," he said. And by the way she hummed in her slumber, snuggling even closer against his chest until her ear was pressed right up against her heart, Eddie thought, fuck, maybe she'd heard him.

(inspo ask)

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 11 thoughts (pre-interludes):

Taylor's dad sees his daughter for the first time since she ran away. Since the fucking Endbringer attack! And literally says the line "“I need to go handle this" about a fucking work thing. No Danny. You do not NEED TO HANDLE THIS. God damn. It is fucking hard to be a co-parent for Taylor when I'm the only one doing any parenting!

Speaking of parenting - Taylor, you really should get some therapy. That was a pretty detailed level of fucked up nightmare you had. I love you and just want you to take care of yourself.

Skitter just like "all right, for day 1 I'm going to gain complete fucking control over my territory and establish myself as an unkillable bug goddess". And then she worries if she is doing enough!

Seriously though, letting that guy stab her and counting on her costume to block the knife? Fucking baller move. Also stupidly risky. So pretty much on point for my wonderful but stress inducing bug daughter.

And then she just sits in her chair drinking tea while she destroys two groups of Merchants? Doesn't just beat them, but absolutely terrorizes them. Lights one of them on fire with their own matches! WITH BUGS! I love her so much.

She also gained two minions as a side bonus to controlling her territory. And ensured their loyalty and dedication to her.

For real. Sierra would take a bullet. She'd die for Taylor. But Charlotte? Charlotte would kill for Taylor.

The speech Taylor gave Charlotte when giving her the options "leave town" or "work for me" was so well done! Came across as incredibly fair so Charlotte couldn't complain, but also just tied her in a little bundle all nice and neat. Set her up to want to work for you. Very nicely done. Taylor clearly has been learning from Lisa.

We're just pretty much giving up on that whole secret identity thing huh? It just started cascading out of control quite quickly. I don't expect Taylor and Skitter to be different people for much longer.

Lisa and Taylor went to a party together! A shitty villain party that was dangerous and almost killed them. But villain prom is villain prom. GAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Just a number of good Chatterbug (Smugbug) moments here.

Lisa has a MURDER WALL! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so fucking much and I will just sit in there with her working on the murder wall for hours. (She isn't trying to solve a murder so I know it isn't technically a murder wall, but it's a murder wall cause that's the best name.)

Fucking Bryce. Sure went through a lot of trouble for that asshole.

Skidmark just doing a thunderdome up in here. Some people use their powers for cool things and others build a fence.

Also really not seeming to do great for loyalty. Like ya you get a cape or two out of it but it left everyone in your gang not trusting anyone else.

I love everyone in Faultline's crew. Newter was my favorite but Shamrock may have beaten him out. I always loved Domino and Shamrock gives the same vibe.

Newter got a few good Nightcrawler like moments here too which was fun (grabbing things with his tail, talking to people from weird perches).

God DAMN Labyrinth is powerful. Like I knew she was but getting to see it. Holy shit. That was so fucking cool. Literal goddess of reality right here.

I'm really excited to learn more about Cauldron and the superhero in a can stuff. Very Weapon X with the memory wiping and such. (I'm just really on an X-men comparison thought process right now I guess)

Taylor "I'm not a skilled combatant" Hebert over here as she dual wields knives and successfully fights off multiple people, most bigger than her, while specifically using non-lethal attacks on them. Taylor that isn't what "not skilled" means!

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHILD, STOP GETTING HIT IN THE HEAD! I WORRY!

Seeing the trigger event thing was really cool. I don't think the fact that any cape near a trigger event appears to almost pass out has been mentioned before. Obviously in universe know one would know anything beyond them appearing to stumble, but still. And we got to see more of the higher dimension beings. We in Flatland now.

Oh god there is so much more I think I'm missing huge amounts. AHHH!!!

Oh, this is important. While describing Mush Taylor says "He bore a resemblance to a particular pink skinned, scrawny goblin of a creature from those fantasy movies." That open endedness of that context made me decide she must be talking about The Goblin King in Labyrinth. David Bowie. But to keep things simple, since it might seem like she is talking about Gollum, I decided that on Earth Bet David Bowie played Gollum in the Lord of the Rings movies. This is canon as far as I am concerned.

That does also mean Mush looks at least a little bit like David Bowie.

[czrpenters]

stupid | sam carpenter x reader

summary: maybe you just had the most challenging, yet stupidiest decision of your life.

pairings: sam carpenter x fem!reader, meeks-martin!reader.

warnings: scream vi spoilers ahead, mention of injuries, blood and death. reader is mindy and chad's older sister. english is not my first language.

word count: 1.5k words.

masterlist. | request rules.

You couldn't believe it.

You never would've know that there was still a risk when you decided to leave Woodsboro with your siblings and your friends. You thought that it was over. That it was in the past. And now, Ghostface followed you all to New York. The nightmare began all over again. You've lost 3 friends over that motherfucker and you weren't ready to lose more.

After the last attacks in Woodsboro, in which you've almost lost your siblings and your own life for, you've decided to take a few self-defense lessons. Being careful was never going to be enough. You had pepper spray, a taser and a knife that you carried on your bag day after day. It was so fucking tiring being alert all the time, but you had to. You unfortunately was never going to be safe. I guess being the girlfriend of a ghostface target came with a cost, right?

And now, you were running from an asshole in a ghostface mask again, this time in New York, in your apartament. You just lost Quinn, your roommate, to him; Anika got stabbed and Mindy got injured. All of that adrenaline and fear got worse when the killer cornered you all into the bathroom, and for a split second you thought that this was it. It was the end of the line. You were going to die with your girlfriend today, Chad would lose both of his sisters and Tara would be alone. You couldn't stop thinking about them.

"(Y/N), let's go!" Sam shouted while opening the window. You saw your neighbour Danny right at the other building, with a ladder on his hands, putting it across both buildings like a bridge. That was actually a very good plan. He secured the ladder with his hands, while Ghostface was trying to open the door that Mindy and you secured with some furniture, but it was not enough, so you were holding the furniture to make sure that he wasn't gonna pass through. Anika was crying in pain right next to Mindy, and she was trying her best to press down to her girlfriend's wound so she wouldn't bleed to death. "You go first, let's go!"

"No fucking way, Sam! You go, then Mindy, Anika and me." You replied, in an kinda obvious tone, while Sam shook her head no. "I need to hold the fucking door, Sam! Just trust me on this, okay? I'm gonna be fine, I promise you that. Now go. Don't think, just go." She kissed your lips goodbye, praying that it wasn't going to be the last time she did that.

Even though she was very afraid, she passed the ladder successfully. It got you very relieved. She was safe. She was with Danny. She was okay. Mindy was next, even though she didn't wanted to leave her girlfriend and you, she passed the ladder quickly so she could help Anika do the same. It was getting harder and harder to hold down the door, but you needed your family to be safe, you needed them to be happy, even if it meant without you. "(Y/N)..." Anika said while crying, as if you were already dead.

"Don't you do that, okay? Don't think, just go, remember?" You quickly took your jacket off and tossed it to her, so she could put around her wound while she was on the ladder. "Put this on your stomach and go. Now, Anika."

You could see Sam and Mindy crying at the other side, and you hated to worry your family like this, but you wanted them to believe you had a plan. Even if you had to sacrifice yourself for them. Anika took the longest to pass through the ladder, due to the fact that she was holding your jacket on her wound, but she finally got to the other side with no problems. Before you could think about anything else, Ghostface made a brutal push on the door, which made you tumble and lose control over it. You could hear the girls screaming in fear, but you hoped that at least one of them called the police already, and if they did, your job was only to stall that motherfucker while the cops were coming. It was a stupid idea, but it was the only one you had.

So, you finally gave in. You stepped aside from the door and the killer got in, and you had enough time to go over the window and drop the ladder, which made Sam scream at you, but you weren't going to take any chances. He wasn't going to even have the option to think about crossing that ladder.. He wasn't as anxious like 5 minutes ago, he was calm; ready to gut your whole body while your family watched. He cornered you and got ready to stab you, but you thought quicker; hoping he was a dude, you tried to literally kick him in the balls. It distracted him for a few seconds, which were enough for you to turn around and grab anything to defend yourself. But that was clearly a mistake, since you felt a sharp pain on your back almost immediately. Sam and Mindy were screaming at you, but you weren't listening. You yelled in pain, and to move your arm became quite difficult, but with your last ounce of strenght, you grabbed a ceramic lamp and broke it on his head. It was getting hard to breathe, he probably hit you in your lung or something, but you tried your best to stay awake and ignore the excruciating pain you were feeling. And before he could do anything else, some sirens and red lights could be seen through the window. Thank god, you thought. He grabbed his knife and fled the place, as if he was just an allucination, and you finally let your guard down. It was over.

You sat down on the bathroom floor, bleeding, trying your best to not lose consciousness, but it got harder and harder each minute. You thought about Sam, in how she was probably safe right now, with Mindy. They were at Danny's, you thought. They're okay. You hoped Chad and Tara were fine too, and definetly prayed that Anika would survive. You couldn't stop thinking about them; and it was the last thing you remember before closing your eyes and letting your body rest.

--

You opened your eyes, the bright lights and colours of the room were heavy on your eyes. "Am I dead?"you thought. No one was in your room, but after a minute of searching, you found a blue button to call for the nurse, which made her come into your room in a couple of seconds later. "Where is Sam...? Is she okay?" You said, hoarse, when the nurse finally got into your room.

"I will find Miss Carpenter for you, okay? Do you need anything right now?"

"I need to see if she's fine." You were so tired, your eyes and body were begging for some rest but that would only happen after you've seen your siblings and girlfriend. After a couple of minutes, the love of your life came barging into the room, with a worried look on her face. "Oh my god, (Y/N)."

She hugged you tight, making you wince in pain.

"You do know that I'm injured, right?" You joked, making her laugh a little. Damn, you missed that laugh. "Shut up, jackass. I got worried as fuck. The doctor said you were stabbed in your lung, but nothing too serious. You should be out of here tomorrow."

"Was I out for too long? How's Anika? And my siblings?" You've bombarded her with questions, so she sat down close to you and held your hand.

"Anika will be fine. She is resting right now, got through a few surgeries. Chad and Tara are fine, and Mindy got a few stitches." She kissed the back of your hand. "And you were out for at least, 8 hours."

"Damn, you got me fucking worried. You came here and hugged me like I've been in a 4 week coma, babe." She pretended to be offended and laughed.

"It felt like forever to me, idiot. But I got really worried yesterday, (Y/N)." She got serious in the last part. "What the fuck were you thinking? To face the killer like that. To fucking drop the ladder??You could've died."

"If I didn't do that, the four of us would've died. If that's your way to say 'thank you', it sucked. Try again." You joked again, making her smile.

"I'm being serious, (Y/N). That was irresponsible. You couldn't beat a killer that size without a weapon!"

"Okay, first of all, I do have weapons. They just weren't with me at that specific moment. And second of all, of course I could! I am trained in jiu-jitsu, Samantha. I could stick that guy's head in his own ass if I wanted to."

"You had THREE jiu-jitsu classes, (Y/N)! That does NOT count as training!" She said in an obvious tone.

"Whatever. You're just jealous because the instructor told you that your arms were too flimsy to practice jiu-jitsu." You teased, making her flick you on your arm. "Ow!"

"Don't you ever do that to me again, okay?"

"I promise that I'll never try to kick ghostface's ass again, even though I am professionally trained to do so."

⠀

[starandcloud]

A Little Gift

Neteyam x Reader

TW: Implied S/A, Sexism, mentions of blood, writer trauma projected, descriptions of past panic attacks, Reader being called "Princess"

CW: Y/N being kinda an asshole, Implied S/A, Descriptions of past Panic attacks

Word count: 4,404

Reading time: 31 minutes

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You were the village's "wild child". You were expected to be obedient and silent, but Enwa you were the opposite.

"So opinionated." "So loud" "So defiant"

Things often murmured about you that wasn't exactly what your father wanted for a daughter. Your sisters were wise and silent beings of beauty. While you were none the less wise or beautiful, you spoke your mind on many topics that women were expected to be silent about. Like the acceptable number of children, how to act, how to speak, how to address men and your husband. Your tongue was the reason many arrange marriages failed with you, you were too loud and you fought back. It wasn't rare that you'd be seen with "battle wounds", as you called them, around your village. You were a bastard child. There were rumors that your mother cheated on your father with a human, or another Na'vi, but none could be proven. Seeing as you were a perfectly normal girl. Despite the obvious signs of diviantantion.

You cut your hair, and kept it short, when women were expected to keep it long and only cut it when her husband died. You vowed you'd only grow it out when you had actually met your match, in both love and combat. You were an asshole, for a lack of better terms, and deemed "unmarriable". You were insufferable to your father, but he loved you none the less. He deemed you a warrior, of a kind, and you were his pride and joy. But he worried for you, his old and knowing eyes noticed the marks on you from those boys and how angry you were when you came back late and how bitter you were during meetings and how you were much more... explosive you were when it came to how men and others outside your family. But you dotted on your younger brother, often calling him your penghrrap and how you seemed to involve yourself into more conflicts. He never asked, but he knew. He always knew what was happening to his youngest daughter. He was a father and a Olo'eyktan. He wasn't blind. He noticed your frequent outings, and your late arrivals home, and the new hair clips you wore. He never pressed, he didn't want you to think he was intruding.

"Soooo, what's your issue," Neteyam asked as he watched you sharpen a spear with the knife he gifted you, "you seem more... pissy than usual."

You gave an eyeroll as you pressed the knife against the wood again and carved more off, sure you were in a bad mood. But that was none of his business, was it? But you never withheld information from him.

"Another stuck up asshole tried his luck with me, as if I hadn't rejected everyone fucking else. Enwa. I swear I'm going to die old and alone at this point!"

You yelled as you flipped the knife through your fingers and stabbed it into the ground next to you. A growl left your lips and Neteyam's hand gently rested on your kneecap making you snap your eyes down to him. His unamused eyes met yours and you let your head drop against the tree behind you, as a sigh left your lips. The back dug into your scalp as you took a deep breath. You could never place it, but something about that man calmed your nerves. Eased your mind and made you think clearly. Your eyes slowly opened and you stared up at the canopy above you as you felt Neteyam's hand gently rub up and down your leg before stopping at your thigh, his fingers stared to trace circles into your skin. Your lips curled up into a gentle arch as a satisfied hum before your eyes flicked down to him, he had that gentle smile he always had when it was just the two of you. You found it sweet how relaxed he was around you, it made you feel as if he was... a good man. Your eyes wandered down to the beads that dangled by his face and how defined his jawline was. How his eyes caught in the soft summer sun and how gentle his touch was on you... As your eyes wandered you noticed a new bead in his hair, to which you did the most reasonable thing. Your hand grabbed his face and you pulled it close as your other picked up the beads and your thumb gently ran over the bead before looking into Neteyam's eyes.

"I made that. You're wearing it. Why."

You demanded, making his smile widen before he laughed. His laughter was light and gentle before he looked into your eyes, his so much softer than yours which were so cold and hard it caught you off guard. His head tilted gently in your hand as he shrugged.

"Well, for starters, you gave it to me as a gift. And it was pretty, so I'm wearing it."

He spoke so carefree and kind to you, it made your eyes soften for a moment before you scoffed and shoved his head away and picked your knife and stick up again. Hoping to finish this spear before nightfall, you didn't want to hear from the newest arranged marriage man that you were late again. The mere thought made your body tense and your eyes narrow as you pushed your knife harder against the wood and it went a little to far.

"Fuck," you cursed under your breath as your knife and spear dropped to the floor, "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck"

You kept cursing as you applied pressure to your wound. You didn't even notice Neteyam move from his laying position until he was between your legs, gently taking your hand. You watched as he kept applying pressure to the wound, "come on, up, you need a bandage," he spoke as he coaxed you up and started to lead you back to his home. He called his Ikran and gently got you on as his arm went around your waist and pressed you against his chest. As you felt the animal lift off the ground, your arm went around his waist and held yourself against him as your eyes squeezed shut. You pressed yourself so tightly against him, you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breathe as you tried not to focus on how far off the ground you were. You felt Neteyam's freehand gently trace up and down your back as he spoke.

"You're okay, I won't let you fall Sweetheart, breathe. Don't want you passing out this high up."

His breath danced across your ear and his chest rumbled as he chuckled softly, his hand never slowed as he spoke. Which did ease your nerves, you took a soft breath and relaxed against him. You felt his hand snake around your waist and hold you flush against him and you felt a small smile cross your lips as you completely relaxed against him. You felt your mind slip into a space it hadn't been in a while, your mind repeated "safe" as the wind whipped your hair into your face and chilled your skin as you subconsciously let your head find its way into the gap between Neteyam's neck and shoulder and rest there. He had a smell of rainwater and wormwood, it was a smell you found comforting and warm. It had your eyes fluttering shut quicker than you would've liked and your breathing fully evening out, it made your head fuzzy and your guard drop enough that you hardly noticed Neteyam's other arm wiggle it's way around you as the wind drifted your hair up as the Ikran took a drop down and your swore you felt your organs lift slightly as your body fell down with the animal. Though you hardly noticed as you let out a hum of contentment and allowed your head to nuzzle deeper into Neteyam's neck. Words almost slipped your lips before you felt his voice bounce off your shoulder, "we're here princess," his words were so softly you almost didn't think they were real until his arms removed from your body, their warmth with them. You sat up and immediately took notice of his shit eating grin, making an eyeroll break from your originally soft and dazed outlook. You fumbled off and let him guide you towards the medical camp, you took a subtle notice of his hand hovering behind your back. You didn't comment on it and kept your head held high and ducked into the medical house, you gave the customary three finger greeting and kept your gaze low when Neteyam left you to get bandages. You listened into the talk around you and let your eyes close, you hadn't meant to listen in but fucking hell when your father's name was brought into a conversation. Your ears perked up and you bit your lip to hold back a laugh as you tried not to giggle at some of the things said, while true. They were hilarious to you. It wasn't long before Neteyam returned and gingerly bandaged your cut, all the while poking fun at you for your reaction on the Ikran.

"Who would've thought, lil miss warrior, is terrified of heights."

His laughter made your heart ache and your blood run as if it was a viperwolf, which made you reaction in the only way that came to mind. Your foot planted itself on his chest and you pushed. You watched him tumble back onto his back as you took it upon yourself to bandage your hand. You didn't look up from him as you did, his chest shaking with laughter before you growled lowly at his continuous teasing. You tied the bandage a little to tight, your fingertips turning a light blue as you scoffed. You gave him a one fingered gesture before mocking him with your uninjured hand, during your mocking you didn't notice him growl close. When he did get close, he was close to your face. So you swung and watched his head jerk and then his eyes returning to yours, a shit eating grin on his face.

"You hit hard Princess, maybe you should aim right before you break your other hand too." "Oh fuck off!"

You yelled as he stood up and motioned you with him, "come on sevinadj'evengen," he said as he stepped out of the hut; leaving you alone. So you stood up and followed him out, you stuck close but your eyes scanning every face you saw before he lead you down the vines and towards a creek. You stepped into the water and followed him through the shallow water and listened to him babbled words. You felt a smile crossing your face before you watched him jump onto the bank, so you mimicked him. Hopping onto the opposite side and following him back to the spot the two of you had been, you don't know why you couldn't have just walked back. But it whatever to you really, you spotted the place and sped up to grab the knife. You grabbed the gifted knife and tucked it into the holder before turning to Neteyam, who was watching you with such soft eyes. You froze for a minute before picking up the spear you made and stabbing the sharpened part into the ground and leaning against it. You raised an eyebrow making him approach you, which did confuse you, so you stepped back. It only took a few steps before your back was being bitten by the tree. Neteyam, though only a head or two taller than you, loomed over you and his forearm pressed into the bark above you. He stared at you for a few seconds then whispered.

"You look really... really," your heartbeat faster before he finished, "stupid with that look Princess."

Laughter bubbled from his lips before you scoffed and held his face in your hand before pushing it away, his laughter made your body feel weird. You felt the air from his lips brush past your fingers and you let a soft laugh pass your lips, the sound was gentle and kind. You hadn't noticed Neteyam's laughter stop or his face move, you only noticed when your hand was gently pressed against the bark behind you that you looked up. You've never seen his eyes so serious, at least not towards you, and it caught you off guard. His face inched closer to you and your breath caught in your throat.

"Do that again Princess..."

Neteyam murmured out as his face moved closer, you could feel his breath dance over your skin. It smelled like peppermint and sap. His words confused you, so you simply tilted your head slightly, the action made him slightly tighten his grip on your wrist and his hand softly hover over your waist.

"Please," he begged, "I want to hear it again... It was pretty..."

His words made your lips twist up and your chest shake slightly before the laughter came out again. It was just as soft and kind as the first time, your eyes fluttered shut as you laughed. You let your body relax against the tree before your body relaxed against the harsh bark. Your laughter was short lived as Neteyam's hand rested against your waist as you felt Neteyam's head rest against your shoulder. It caught you off guard and your laughter quickly died out. You were confused until the hand on your waist wrapped around and his arm held you close to him. You could feel his lips on your shoulder, and you tensed up for a moment before pushing him off, you looked at him with a look of confusion before he pulled you close again.

"I want to hear that more... I want to hear you laugh and I want to hear you talk and say my name and... fuck your pretty Princess..."

His words scared you slightly, so you tensed up in his arms but... his eyes looked so genuine and kind it... it made you relax before you scoffed again. That cold attitude returning, and you grabbed his face in your hand before you rolled your eyes.

"Have I ever told you how annoying you are Neteyam? Like seriously?"

It was dark when you returned home, your newest mate attempt stood irritated at the door. You gave him a judgement look before setting down your newly made spear and grabbing a fruit from the basket you gathered the day before.

"You're home late," he commented with an edge of anger, "where were you?"

"Why the fuck do you care?"

You asked back, not in the mood for his games. You went to enter the room next when his hand grabbed your wrist, his grip was bruising, and it made you wipe around. Your eyes glaring daggers at him before fear struck you, his eyes had a predatory look as you fought back a whimper. You remembered that look, you'd seen it years ago. In those boys who were determined to break you, they'd failed. But you weren't so sure if this man would.

"I think. I need to break you of that shitty attitude."

He growled out as he shoved you to the ground, you landed on your front and grunted as you flipped over and scrabbled back reaching for your knife.

"You need understand. You're a woman. You are disposable and nothing. I will break you of that attitude."

He growled out as he pinned your arms above your head and forced himself between your legs, keeping you there. Your eyes were wild with fear as you struggled against him, you smashed your head forward into his. But it had no effect as he kept you there, you kept fighting, hoping to get away from the situation. Hoping to get away from him. Your mind kept screaming to fight and to escape. But... your just couldn't.

The next morning, your mind was scattered as you sat in your family's home. Brusing on your face with an ache in your legs as you hiccupped out small sobs, your body hurt like it hadn't in years. You hid in a blanket and watched the run slowly rise; you could hear that man... that beast sleep beside you. You glanced at the knife that had been thrown the previous night, dark circles under your eyes were so heavy they looked hideous on your face. The cut and bruise did you not justice either, you looked a wreck, and you were painfully aware of it. So, you did the logical thing. You grabbed it and loomed over him, your hands shaky as you stared down at him, you brought the knife above you, but it never lowered. You just couldn't do it, so you backed up and grabbed a satchel. You threw in what you could think of. Fruit, a change of clothes, your knife, and a blanket. Dressed in a warm cloak, you headed towards the door but hesitated. You walked into your bedroom with shaky steps and grabbed the old worn down plush your mother had given you when you were young and held it close to your chest and left. Your feet ached, and your legs even more so as you pulled yourself up the vines and fumbled towards Neteyam's home. You had been there so often, you knew the path well. You caught him leaving his home and fumbled towards him, he saw your clambering figure and met you a little over halfway. He caught you as you fell and held you close, his arms were so warm and comforting as he held you. His voice was gravely as he softly spoke.

"Hey, hey, what're you doing here? The sun's barely up Sweetheart..."

His gently voice, despite the sleep wornness of it, made you break down in a quiet sob as your knees gave up. He gently lowered you to the ground and rubbed comforting circles on your covered back.

"I-I'm sor-orry I-I did-idn't know where el-else to go!"

You forced out in your sob broken voice as he held you gently, not like that thing that hurt you. He didn't understand what was going on, or why you were here so early, but he did understand that you were hurting. So he gently picked you up and carried you inside. He settled you in his bed and sat beside you. His hand comfortingly on yours. You gently turned your hand over and gripped his tightly, the action caught him off guard but he gently held yours back. You quietly cried in his bed, you didn't notice his family start to wake up as you cried. You did hear the voice of a little girl who, even in her sleep state, sounded so concerned. Which made another broken sob leave your lips, his hand left yours momentarily to softly shush the girl and ask her something before his grip returned to yours. You held his hand so tightly once it returned you thought it would break, but he didn't flinch or move as he gently rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. He gave you a concerned, yet gentle, look as he watched you cry. He was at a loss, he didn't know what happened to you, but the bruise on your upper forearm angered him. He could feel the rage bubble up in his chest and pound against his mind, which was screaming to protect you and to fight for you. And god did he want to, but right now he wanted to stay with you and take care of you in the present moment. Right now, you were the most important thing to him. Right now, fixing your tears and calming you was the most important thing to him. To him. You were worth everything and he was damn set determined to take care of you in the now, and deal with what hurt you when you could talk about it. Which took a long time.

It was nearly two months later when you talked about it. The two of you were comfortably in the Hometree, sitting in the roots when you spoke up.

"Neteyam?" "Yes Princess?"

Your heart beat against your chest as your hand gingerly found his and gripped it, in the past two months you had been grabbing his hand anytime your anxiety spiked or you got scared. Which had been a lot. Anytime you thought you heard that monster's voice or saw his face, you panicked and forgot how to breathe, and when you did it would be sharp and short inhales and your vision would cloud and you couldn't seem to get air in. Every part of you that that thing had touched would burn and you could hear his voice and feel his touch you'd shake like it was happening again. your body would tingle and you'd lose feeling in it. Your stomach would twist into a knot and hurt like you had been punched in the gut, your head would pound and scream and your chest would ache like you were dying. You'd feel like throwing up as your skin would raise goosebumps but feel so fucking hot. You'd feel like your skin was all to hot to be in and you'd sweat, you wouldn't feel in control and like he had found you again and he'd hurt you like he did before. But Neteyam was always there to take care of you, to calm your mind and treat you like you were glass against him. It made your mind calm and heart slow when he'd softly rub your arms and talk to you so sweetly and softly it'd make your body relax and your vision clear.

"Do you..." you hesitated, "Do you remember the morning I came to you, crying?"

Neteyam was silent for a moment before he gripped your hand gently.

"Yeah?"

His voice was soft and kind, but had an angry undertone as he remembered those disgusting bruises on your skin and how exhausted you look. He turned his head and watched you with a soft look in his eyes, you looked so much happier. Parts of your hair were braided and had little beads and some small flowers in it, you had let it grow a bit. It wasn't much longer but it looked beautiful right now. At least to him it did, a bit untamed but you like it that way. So Neteyam did too.

"I... I was hurt... A ma... a bo... a mal... a per... a monster," you fumbled through your words before settling on one you thought best, "I was hurt in a way I don't think I'll ever actually heal from. It... it wasn't like a bruise or a cut or a stab or a verbal attack. It... It was physical. And it still hurts now, every time I see my reflection I feel... tainted I guess."

You said as you pulled your hand from his and your legs up to your chest, you held them close with your arms as you rocked yourself slightly.

"And he took something from me that I'll never get back, something that I can't take or steal back. Something that no one can give me back or return to me, something that I didn't want to give him. And it hurts that he took that from me, and I don't know how I can heal through it because I don't know if I even can heal from this 'yam and I don't know how to actually talk to someone about it without feeling like it's happening all over again. Kind of like a phantom pain, like when you hit a scar hard on a tree or a doorway, ya know?"

You asked, not even sure if he's even paying attention anymore. Your eyes slowly dazed out and your breathing got shallow before you took a deep, shaky, breath and continued.

"And I don't know what I'll do if he finds me again, because if I wasn't strong enough the first time what stopping from hurting me like tha-at again." you asked as your voice broke slightly, "because if I couldn't defend myself the first time how could I possibly protect myself this time..?"

You didn't notice his hands ball into tight fists before he gently moved and sat in front of you, he pulled you to his chest. Your legs hitting his as they easily divided for him, letting you fall against him as you whimpered out a quiet cry. His arms gently held you as he gently rubbed your back with his thumb before he whispered.

"Well if he does find you, I'll protect you this time... I'll keep him away and you safe. I'll never let him hurt you again, I swear you that Princess..."

His words were so sincere and gentle, despite the obvious angry tone, that you relaxed into him. Your arms falling to your side as you buried your face in the space between his shoulder and neck and let out a shaky breath. His angry undertones would've scared you at any other point, but you knew his anger wasn't directed at you. You knew where his anger was directed, so you felt safe with him. You whispered out words you never thought you would, not towards any man. Not even Neteyam.

"Neteyam?" "Yes Princess?" "I-I feel safe with you..."

He paused for a mment.

"Good Princess."

Your heart raced as you gently wrapped your arms around his waist, and held his softly as a comfortable silence settled between you two.

"Neteyam?" "Hm?" "I love you..."

"I..." he hesitated," I love you to Princess."

His words made a flurry of butterflies fill your stomach and your body fully relax against him, making your body and soul feel safe as he pressed a gentle kiss to your head and rested his chin on your head. His eyes fluttering shut as he gave you a gentle squeeze, knowing he'd always protect you and keep you safe against whatever you needed. He knew you could handle your own, but he also knew that you would rely on him a bit more now. You were his world, a gift from Enwa if you would, and that he was going to mate bond with you. Once you were ready of course, he'd never pressure you. Never.

@tumblingdevils @crazed-flower @christinechickiee @stefcatgirl @neteyamyawne @spriinglockedd

straight up trauma coping y'all- Sorry-

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Okay for the ladder scene maybe you can do M!Reader fighting off ghostface because he also wasn’t hurt, which helps Anika cross the ladder and M!Reader throws a lamp which makes ghostface stumble but he regathers himself and quickly stabs M!Reader in the stomach and pushes him through the window and dies.

Or reader throws ghostface out the window and everyone watches as ghostface just lays there, blood pooling from underneath. Reader then crawls across the ladder and everyone congratulates him for killing ghostface.

Blood Splattered Teardrops

Danny Brackett x M!Reader

warnings: angst, swearing, and character death

A/n: the person who requested this didn’t really have a specific person (which I don’t mind) so I took the opportunity to make my first Danny Brackett fanfic! btw y/n’s death is very inspired by Olivia Morris’s death from scream 4

Summary: Danny are having a date night and Danny sees Quinn getting attacked and y/n decides to go help the group but ends up losing his life

Quote: “I can’t lose you!” "And you won't, so let me go!"

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Danny and y/n were at Danny’s dorm room watching a Halloween movie. Y/n laid his head on Danny's chest as he reached for the popcorn. Although Danny's dorm wasn't the biggest it was definitely the comfiest. It was the little things like Danny setting up pumpkin scented candles, making sure the lighting was perfect and many more tiny little details that Danny knew y/n would love. Danny was the perfect boyfriend.

"Hey baby, I'm gonna get us some water" Danny said as he kissed y/n's head before making his way to the kitchen.

As Danny got the drinks he looked through his window to see someone in a ghostface costume looming over an unknowing Quinn.

"Yo, Hey! Yeah, whats up bitch" Danny said trying to distract the masked killer.

"Danny who are you yelling at" y/n said as he walked up to Danny to see what he was yelling for.

"Holy shit" y/n said as killer was staring directly at the pair.

"Danny, keep trying to distract the fucker, I'll try to help them" y/n said

"No" Danny said as he held onto y/n's arm.

"I can't loose you!" Danny said.

"And you won't, so let me go!" y/n said.

Danny knew y/n, he was as naïve as they come, and there was no stopping him, so Danny let him go, but not before giving the shorter boy what would be their last kiss.

"Be safe okay?" Danny said.

"okay" y/n said as he put his jacket on and rushed out of the dorm room, to head to Sam and Tara's dorm room. Luckily y/n was friends with Anika so as soon as he knocked on the door Anika opened it. And as soon as y/n came inside he heard the sounds of Quinn's grunts.

"Sorry about that, Quinn and her little hookup are at it again" Anika chuckled.

"It’s too late" y/n said in guilt.

“Y/n what do you mea-” but suddenly everyone in the dorm got sent a photo is Quinn getting attacked.

The core4 came rushing in the room as soon as they got the photo. But all of a sudden Quinn’s screams came to a halt as the not one person in the group dared to open the door.

“Run” Mindy said as Quinn’s body flew onto y/n and Anika.

Y/n heard Anika's shrieks as she pushed Quinn's body off of her. After ghostface slashed Mindy in the arm y/n saw as Anika tried to fight against the masked killer but quickly failed as ghostface lifted her from the ground and stabbed her in the stomach, slowly lifting the knife up her abdomen.

Sam quickly rushed into the room with a knife block and knocked it against the killer’s head as y/n, Mindy, and Anika rushed into Quinn’s room. As Sam rushed inside the room she blocked the door as ghostface pounded on it, trying to get in.

Sam noticed the bathroom door open and whispered to Mindy to close the bathroom door. Mindy screamed as she saw Quinn’s hookup dead in the bathtub as ghostface appeared behind the door trying to stab Mindy as she tried to close the door. Sam guided Mindy back behind the door as y/n pushed a wardrobe box to the door that ghostface was behind.

Y/n noticed his boyfriend calling them from across the apartment and opened the window to see Danny pulling out a ladder.

“Are you fucking kidding me” said y/n as Danny reached for him to grab the other side of the ladder.

“Do you have any better ideas?” Said Danny.

“No” said y/n in defeat.

“You three go first, Sam!” Said y/n.

“No! I can’t! They are more injured they should go first!” Said Sam.

“We have no time! I’ll stay here to barricade the door! Just go!” Y/n said.

Y/n watched as Sam crossed the ladder.

“Come on!” Y/n heard Sam say.

“Mindy go!” Said y/n.

Mindy gave Anika one last kiss before crossing the ladder. As Mindy was crossing y/n didn’t know how much longer he could hold the barricade. When it was Anika’s turn to cross the ladder ghostface busted through the door and knocked y/n’s head into a wall as he quickly turned his attention to Anika.

When y/n got up he heard Anika scream as ghostface was shaking the ladder. Y/n took a nearby lamp he found and smashed it onto the killers head, which knocked the killer out for a bit.

“Anika go!” Y/n yelled as he stabilized his side of the ladder.

But as Anika finally crossed the ladder y/n didn’t notice was that ghostface got up, and the killer took the opportunity to stab him in the back repeatedly.

“Y/n!” Danny screamed.

Y/n screamed in pain as the killer shoved the upper part of y/n body out of the window to let the group watch y/n getting his guts torn out.

Danny sobbed as he had to watch helplessly his lover was getting killed in-front of him

“D-Danny I l-love you” y/n said weakly.

If y/n wasn’t dead from the stabbings he definitely was going to be as ghostface shoved his body out of the window.

Y/n screamed as he landed hard on the concrete bellow and his blood painted the floor red.

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🔪Homecoming🔪

Summary: Homecoming is here, but also crazy killers are here too. You just had to be there this hocoming!! Looking too good for you not to be killed. No hard feelings tho!

Warnings: Guns, death, mentions of shooting up a hoco, blood, cussing, stabbing, screaming, might not like Y/N in the end, weapons

(Clicking read more is consenting to read dark content and that your reading on your free will)

How did it get this way? At hoco, I am running for my life. Until they arrived, we were all dancing and laughing.

30 minutes ago...

"OMG GIRL YOUR DRESS IS PRETTY," your friend shouted over the loud music. There were a lot of people, so you were relieved to see your friend. "Thank you," you said, clinging onto her as people pushed by. You were somewhat nervous considering it was your first hoco. The music was pleasant, and the theme was old Hollywood, so it wasn't too horrible. Everyone was having a good time.

As time passed, you began to enjoy yourself and even began dancing with your friends. It felt nice. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom," you stated before walking away from your friends. When you eventually made it past the crowd and to the 2nd floor of the school building, where the bathrooms were.

Something feels off, you think. It's quiet. It's extremely quiet. "I still need to pee," you muttered aloud to yourself. Going to the closest bathroom, you found something frightening. Blood. The stalls, the walls, the mirrors, and the sinks were all covered with blood. It appeared like a bloodbath. You didn't want to glance down when you noticed a bloody sparkly high heel in the mirror.

As you continued to look at the restroom, tears streamed down your cheeks. Think. You have to call someone and go get someone. You tripped over something as you ran out of the bathroom, trying to pull your phone out of your handbag. Your phone flew across the floor when you collapsed. Shit. Looking to see what you tripped you…

A body.

You cried loudly before getting back up to run again. You were getting near to the steps when you heard a series of screams. Then there were shots. What should I do? you wondered. Going downstairs would be a waste of time. There are too many people, and you don't know how many attackers are inside.

Think.

A side door. On the 2nd floor, there was a stairwell leading to a side door. You began to sprint again, this time making sure to grab your phone. You came to a complete stop when you approached the side entrance. In the hallway, there were two people. You couldn't see them clearly until one of them said anything. "Thank you for getting me out there, it is like a massacre." She was crying and struggling to catch her breath. Lilah. But who is this guy?

"It's ok, not a problem" . Hinata. Two of your best classmates in the school. You were relieved and decided to approach them to tell them about the side entrance until Hinata pulled out a knife and began stabbing Lilah. He stabbed and stabbed until her screams were inaudible, before inserting the knife into her throat. Pushing it in so that it can come out the other end. She collapsed against the lockers. Hinata reached into his pocket for a tissue and wiped his hands and face.

You closed your mouth to keep from screaming and began backing away slowly. You could feel your heart beating and your tears pouring quicker. He's in the way of the side entrance. What should I do? You were attempting to back up gently, especially since four other individuals had arrived to assist Hinata. They all appeared to be older.

You were so focused on the group that you forgot about the lockers behind you. You had backed up into the lockers. Making a lot of noise. All five of them glanced at you for what seemed like a long time before you bolted in the opposite direction. Run. Then you heard their footsteps taking off as well. Run faster.

How did it get this way? At hoco, I am running for my life. Until they arrived, we were all dancing and laughing.

When you arrived at the steps, you were sobbing uncontrollably. Fuck it. You ran downstairs. You were sprinting as quickly as you could. Your heels didn't make it easy. Going along many hallways till you came to a door. You were relieved to see another side entrance on the first level. You stopped hearing their footsteps and decided to take a breather before jogging to the door.

When you arrived at the door, you took a moment to consider whether you wanted to see if anyone was still alive or if they were all dead. A single glance wouldn't hurt. What if your friends were still alive, or if they were only injured? You heard something when you started walking away from the door again. Like a door opening.

Oh shit.

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No one will harm or hurt you as long as we're here our baby 💗

(Yandere Dad Tonowari x yandere mom Ronal x daughter oc! Sho'ree is the youngest daughter and sister who just turned 18 and she wants to go out but her parents won't allow her because she is their sweet innocent princess who has a kind gentle heart and soul. But when the RDA capture things end badly for them.)

As Ronal was minding her own business Jake came in and told her the children were under attack and that her children were in the mix.

She went to get weapons as she turned Tonowari held her belly "You must stay back." "I ride!" She said as she got in her Skimwing as they arrived Jake told him to stop Tonowari told them to stop as Jake saw the kids.

"They have your daughters as well Tsireya and Sho'ree." They hissed and growled Ronal hissed then got worried about Sho'ree her baby girl "If they hurt them may Eywa have mercy on them." She said as she wanted to save her baby.

Before she knew it she was in battle as Tonowari maneuver in the water jumping out impaling the humans as was she. Colonel was watching this unfold "They are coming for you!" Said Kiri as Sho'ree tried to get loose "You'll do instead of the mouthy one."

He said uniting her and grabbed her by her braid "Hey Jake come alone unless you want your friend's daughter dead." He said as Jake didn't want Sho'ree to get hurt that's hell on earth he didn't know was going to happen until he cut her side as she screams in pain.

"C'mon Jake make up your mind!" "Let their daughter go! I'm coming." "No Mr Sully don't -!" She said as Jake got close she knew that someone was going to die if she didn't act fast so as soon as he let her go she stabbed him with her hidden knife and pushed him off as Jake started shooting hitting the Na'vi soldiers and humans on board.

"Way to go Sho'ree!" Said Lo'ak as she rushed to them as Neteyam came to save them "Hey bro!" "Teyam free them I will help your father!" She said picking up a gun "Don't it's dangerous love!" He said as he took the gun from her "But Neteyam -!" "No buts I'm ending this once and for all." He said as he went to help Jake she went after him.

As the fight continues Neteyam fires the gun at colonel once he was sure he was down he went to jump as Sho'ree was in front of him colonel grabs a gun "Nete look out!" She pushed him as she got hit in the shoulder "Ahh!"

"Ree! Oh no Ree your hit!" He said as Lo'ak and spider swam to them "Help her!" He said as he swam her to the rocks Sho'ree was bleeding bad. Her cut wound was bleeding more even though he didn't cut her deep and the bullet that hit her shoulder was bleeding profusely "Sho'ree babe hold tight ok? Just hold on!" "Teyam..it hurts!"

"I know baby I know your mom's coming." As Tonowari and Ronal arrived their hearts sank seeing their daughter in pain and bleeding Ronal's heart sank she couldn't lose her daughter, her baby girl, she already lost her spirit sister now she's going to lose her daughter too?!

No! She won't! "What happened?!" "Colonel cut her side and shot her." Said Lo'ak Ronal wanted to end him "Mom..I don't think I'll make it." "Don't say that! Your going to be ok baby ok? Mama's here." She said trying to heal her Neteyam was worried for his mate and he too wanted to kill him he felt his blood boil.

Colonel and Jake fought under water Jake knocked him out leaving him to drown but spider saved him as he tried to convince him to leave with him but he hissed at him before diving back in the water Tonowari hunters found him he dragged him as his ikran was put down. "We found him!" Said one of the hunters as Tonowari got off his Skimwing standing above him with rage in his eyes as he impaled him with his spear.

"You will not hurt my daughter again demon!" He said as he made sure he was dead he broke his neck.

Back home Sho'ree was healed and was resting as Tonowari came back covered in blood with colonel's head in his hand was well as Lyle who was hiding until Tonowari spotted him and killed him too he had a dark look on his face he never had before Ao'nung saw his father smiling "You killed the demons father?" "Yes son now your sister is safe."

He smiles as sees his father walk to the Mauri as Sho'ree wakes up he smiles "My baby your awake." "Dad- dad what happened to you?!" She said seeing blood on him and his spear "Oh no my baby daddy's ok I took care of the demons no one will hurt you again." He said she was scared seeing her father was a insane look in his eyes Ronal smile as she brought in the head of the man who hurt her "Ahh!"

She said as Tonowari turned seeing the head "Ronal my love that was a surprise." "I couldn't wait I wanted our daughter to see her father's new hunt."

"Father -!" "Shh it's alright my baby we're always going to protect you no matter what." "Don't worry my sweet baby momma and daddy are here."

She said as she sat next to her caressing her head hugging her "No one will hurt you as long as we're here our precious little princess." Said Ronal

"Your mother's right my baby we'll destroy anyone and anyone that pose a threat to you my baby girl." Said Tonowari.

@lovemyavatar another one!!

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I was going to post this tomorrow, but I saw @kikker-oma (hope you don't mind that I tagged you) Day 5: Pin Cushion and I got too excited to not post this. I hadn't seen anyone on Tumblr put "A Link to the Past" and LU together, so yes I couldn't wait! GO LOOK AT THEIR ART! It is always 🤌🤌🤌

This is from Chapter 16: "A Deity's Son"

Content Warning: Slight blood and death

Notes: FD = Dametrius and he has promised Sky in the previous chapter that he would gather all the others as each Link passed, so no hero would die alone.

It had been two more years since Sky’s passing. Each era held their own ceremony in remembrance of him. It hurt, but it was part of life and they honored him by keeping his name alive.

Dametrius did not think he would have to go through another similar situation, but there he was, helping Freya with an apple pie when it happened. He was thankful that he was the one holding the knife and Freya was working the dough. Shadow appeared out of nowhere, startling the two in the kitchen. Dametrius cursed under his breath before saying, “Shadow, how the hell did you get here?”

“Long story, but I remembered the promise you made to Sky all those years ago and-” He choked on his emotions, red eyes brimming with large tears. “-It’s Li-Four. I tried to help him, to save him, but the magic was too strong.”

Shadow sagged, nearly collapsing. “Hey, whoa, sit down first.”

“I’m his shadow. He dies, I die. But he’s split right now and each part of him is in a different room in the temple. He has been corrupted by that place for an unknown amount of year, decades, maybe even centuries.”

Dametrius knelt in front of Shadow as he sat. "How did this happen and where is he?"

"He wanted to return the Four Swords to the temple, hoping that it would turn him back into one mind, one body. It did the opposite and I tried everything to keep the dark magic out of him. There is another hero in the temple and each color of Four is a boss he has to beat. We don't have much time…" Shadow was getting weak, signs of Four dying. "I didn't get a chance to see who it was."

Freya kissed her husband, then Shadow's cheek, shooing them away. They left in a rush.

Dametrius snagged each hero from their era with no issues outside of making them jump eras too quickly. Three of them (Twi, Wind and Hyrule) were sick.

"What exactly are we walking into?" Wars asked, hand on the hilt of his sword that laid on his back.

"You won't need that." Shadow assured. He stumbled and crashed to his knees. "N-no…Link…"

There were running footsteps, making the others duck behind a few pillars to not be seen. Dametrius looked over and caught a glimpse of Legend. He was curled in on himself, white as a sheet. Dametrius kicked himself for not remembering-

The footsteps were now joined by a sniffling sound. A young hero emerged from the Temple of the Four Swords, sword covered in blood. This hero was no older than eleven and it all came crashing down from there once he was out of sight. Everyone nearly stopped breathing, then they all looked at Legend, who was on his hands and knees, ready to vomit.

Legend was the hero that just…

"You bastard!! You knew!!" Shadow went to attack the Vet. "You knew you were the one that killed him this whole time and you didn't say anything! I hate you! I hate you Legend!!"

Before Shadow could get his hands on Legend, Time grabbed a hold of him. "We need to get to Four, everything else can wait." Legend flinched at the words. They weren't meant to be rude or suggest anything, but it didn't change how the hero tensed up.

They hurried through the temple, all doors and gates were wide open, not an enemy in sight. In the last room was the pedestal holding the sword Four always carried. Laying next to it was Four, hardly moving.

Shadow got to him first, placing Four's upper body in his lap. "Four, Link, can you hear me?"

The small hero was holding a stab wound right below his chest. "Shadow? I-I'm sorry. I thought it would work."

"Hey, it's okay. We're okay. Look who's here now."

Four's eyes slowly looked to the heroes. A bloody smile was given. "You all made it."

"Of course we did, we had a promise to keep." Wind grabbed the hand Four stuck out to him, clasping it tightly.

Dametrius watched carefully as Four found Legend in the group. "Legend?" Legend looked up, already having tears slip from his red eyes. "It's okay, this wasn't your fault."

"How can y-you say that Four? I just murdered you, for what, a quest? You should hate me like Shadow does."

"But I don't hate you, I never could. You set me free from my stupid mistake."

"I thought…" Legend started to break. "I thought that somehow our quest would have changed your future, changing my past. I wanted to tell you, so many times I was going to.”

Four reached for the Vet, “Unfortunately that’s not how time works and you telling me would have changed things in a way that may have made things worse for you. Maybe you wouldn't have ever lived past here.” Four with all the strength he had left, yanked Legend down and embraced him. “It’s not your fault, none of this is or was.”

Legend’s shoulders shook with his cries.

A bird chirped, capturing their attention. A Cardinal. “Guy’s look.” Hyrule pointed to the bird as it flew down next to Four and Shadow.

It chirped again, landed on Four’s chest, then nudged his chin. “S-Sky?” The bright red bird opened its wings and gave a flap. “You look good as a bird.” That caused the others to chuckle.

When he started coughing, fluid filling his lungs, Four asked for a request. “Bury me some place warmed by the sun, please. I don’t want to rest here forever.” They all nodded and wiped the tears and snot from their faces. “We will all be together again some day. Until then, go do something stupid and live a little.”

Shadow laughed around a sob. “They are heroes, of course they are going to do something stupid.”

Four intertwined his fingers with Shadow’s. “You r-read-dy?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m ready if you are.” He moved the blond strands out of the other's face.

“I am.”

Shadow laid on his side next to him, Four partly propped up against him, both holding each other close. These two were inseparable, even in death. And death didn’t wait long. Four choked and coughed, blood coating his mouth and falling out of it as his eyes drifted closed. His body, along with Shadow’s, ceased all movement.

Legend was the first to openly grieve, bringing his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth. Hyrule wrapped his arms around him, followed by Wind and Wars.

In the midst of their grieving, laughter bubbled up, but not from the living. Two figures, not fully translucid though not fully formed, stood above the dead. Four, green tunic and cap, was hugging Shadow. They looked to be around fourteen, maybe fifteen. The heroes watched as the Cardinal, Sky, trilled at the two spirits. Without a word spoken the two shrugged, took each other's hands and raced after the bird with laughter still erupting from them.

“Why didn’t we see Sky’s soul?” Wild asked, looking at his father.

“Knowing Sky, he probably went straight to Sun’s side up in the clouds.”

“Love bird.” Twilight rubbed his face dry.

Legend, Wind, Hyrule and Wild cleaned Four and Shadow’s body as best as they could, while Dametrius, Time, Twi and Wars found the place for them to rest. They found a spot on top of a hill, where the sun would always be touching it. The four… the men dug a single grave six feet deep, three feet wide, five feet long. It was more narrow than it probably should have been and longer than needed. The number that matched the hero was avoided as much as they could.

The others emerged from the temple, Wild carrying Shadow as Legend carried Four. Time and Twi dropped back into the hole so the forever loved and missed hero and his best friend could be laid in the ground. They were laid with their arms hooked, heads tilted towards each other and a blanket that Wild had in his slate placed over them. Everyone stood at a different section of dirt and pushed it back in the hole to officially say goodbye to their smallest brother.

Before departing from that era for the last time, Time looked at Dametrius with sorrow filled eyes. He knew, they both knew.

“I’m next.”

[anotherrosesthatfell]

Forget about romance, write something about Cross doing one of his crimes!

Mwehehehe- okee

Cross was 13 at this time-

Cross swear to God all he want was a shelter. He did what he have too, he got out from the slum, abandoned his little brother and took an orphan identity. He even changed his look which is very convenient-

But why the man who adopted him died? He didn't mean to push him that hard, he swear he was just trying to defend himself...

"Oh God..." Cross cried as he witness the blood bleeds from the man head.

He nervously checked the man pulse and... There's was no beating.

"Shit, shit, shit- calm down Hermes, it's not your fault but you have to come clean and explain it to his family..." Cross try to reassure himself, it's not working.

Just then, a boy entered the room. It was the biological son. The son was slightly older than Cross which is he is much taller than him.

"What...?! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO-" He yelled at Cross.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean too! Please let me explain!" Cross began to plead.

"You're going to jail for sure, you killed my father!" yelled the son.

"no no! I really didn't mean it, he was trying to hurt me I was defending myself, I swear!" Cross was telling the truth yet the son didn't believe him.

Of course, why would he believes in Cross? After all Cross got adopted and the evidence is overwhelming.

Cross now didn't think much of it, he screams loudly, "HELP ME HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME!"

"wait—" before the son could respond, to his horror, Cross took out a knife and stabbed his own left arm.

Well that's some kind of plan-

The other family members came by and they were horrified. The daughter immediately tend Cross while the mother called the police on her son.

The son was mad and try to attack Cross but the daughter stopped him from doing it.

Cross really don't want to do it but the son don't listen to his explanation. It's for survival, he have too... Even if it mean to accuse someone.

At the court, it was very chaotic. The judge took Cross side but that's only because Cross bribed him and he won the case. He inherited everything including the house of the man he killed.

Cross didn't stop there, he don't know why but he sold the family's house for more money. He don't really care about the people who adopted him since all he need was shelter and money.

The son was very angry, he tried to kill Cross. Unfortunately for the son fate, he was kidnapped because Cross sold the son organs and blood to the mafia.

"hah..." Cross sighed. He was alone again.

He don't live in the slum anymore yet he still have the urge to steal more. Maybe once the money is gone, he'll steal again...