#her teeth went missing tho but who cares

[euphorictrait]

nicola bowman<3

[fazedlight]

Bake

“I left cookies in the kitchen,” Nia said, walking into the main room of the Tower. Lena and Alex - who had been lounging on the couches - turned towards her. “Kara was in there, you guys may want to get some before she finishes them.”

“What type of cookies?” Alex said.

“Chocolate chip,” Nia said. “I was keeping it simple, trying out a new type of flour.”

“What type of flour?” Lena asked.

“Walnut,” Nia said, “It adds a bit of savory fla-”

But Nia cut herself off, noticing Alex half-jumping off the couch. “Walnuts?” Alex said, “Oh shit-”

Nia turned as Alex ran past her, glancing back to Lena who seemed just as confused as she was. The two followed Alex to the kitchen. “Hey Kara, don’t eat tho- Kara?”

The three entered the kitchen - but Kara wasn’t in it. The pile of cookies sat undisturbed, aside from three or so clearly missing from the top of the pile. “Oh no,” Alex said.

“What is it?” Nia asked worriedly. “Is she allergic?”

“No, it-”

“Wait,” Lena said, quieting the other two as she listened. 

Slowly, she tilted her head up to the ceiling.

There Kara was, floating upside-down, hands clasped over her mouth in a failed attempt to stifle her laughter. “You should’ve seen the looks on your faces!” she exclaimed, her speech a touch slurred as Alex placed her palm to her forehead.

--- “So she’s… drunk,” Lena said, sparing a glance to her best friend before looking for traffic on the dark street.

“More like high,” Alex said.

“I am so sorry,” Nia said, “I’ll try the pecan flour next time.”

The three struggled to shuffle Kara towards Lena’s condo - the closest place she could stay. Power dampeners adorned her wrists as she giggled hysterically, the trio exasperated as they nudged her across another street. “How long will it take to wear off?” Lena asked.

“She should be fine by morning,” Alex grumbled. “Thanks for taking her.”

“LOOK at the MOON!” Kara said, before bursting into laughter.

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Luckily, Kara was docile for someone high on walnuts. 

The only incident had been the blonde giggling like mad over the lamps fixed to Lena’s ceiling, only to pout that she couldn’t float up to them. But Lena promised her that she’d be allowed to in the morning, which seemed to soothe Kara, and they both prepared for bed.

The kryptonian hadn’t seemed to mind the suggestion that they sleep in the same bed, for which Lena was grateful, not wanting to spend a night on the couch. Lena tried to ignore the hammering of her heart as she went about her normal routine, washing her face and brushing her teeth as Kara watched her with careful, warm eyes. “I wish you saw yourself how I see you,” Kara said quietly, her words still a bit slurred as Lena slipped into bed.

Lena sighed, curling up on the bed next to the blonde, pulling her blanket over their bodies. If her breath hitched with Kara’s warmth, Kara didn’t notice. “How do you see me?” Lena responded.

“Strong. Beautiful. Always trying to do the right thing,” Kara murmured sleepily, arms starting to wrap around Lena’s body as she nuzzled into her neck. “I really want to kiss you.”

Lena’s heart skipped a beat. Kiss me?

“Maybe someday I’ll tell you,” Kara breathed into her neck, before letting herself fall back slightly to sink into the bed, her eyes closing as she relaxed her grip, “That would be nice.”

Lena’s mind scrambled for what to say, and then she heard the kryptonian softly snoring.

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Coffee.

Lena opened her bleary eyes, smelling the pleasant aroma of espresso. She noted the empty space in her bed, before throwing her blankets off, shuffling to her kitchen to find a pile of Irish scones and a very sheepish kryptonian. “Sorry for last night,” Kara said.

Lena could feel a flush creep on her cheeks as she took the coffee Kara offered across the table. “How much do you remember?” she asked.

“Almost none of it,” Kara confessed. “I just know I get really loopy on walnuts.”

Lena’s heart was already hammering as she sipped her drink, and she knew that was confusing to Kara. For a moment, she considered letting the whole thing go, but… dammit, I need answers. “Do you want to kiss me?” Lena asked.

Kara blinked back. “Is that… an offer?”

“No,” Lena said. “Well, yes?

“Um,” Kara said, shifting on her feet. “Which is it?”

“Yes,” Lena said firmly.

“Oh.”

Kara stared for a moment as Lena’s heart continued hammering in her chest, before finally stepping forward, cautiously making her way towards Lena as though she couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Lena swallowed nervously as Kara’s hand softly cupped her face. “So I did say something last night,” Kara murmured.

“I’m glad you did,” Lena murmured, a little breathless as Kara shyly smiled back.

Lena tilted her head, feeling the warmth of Kara’s body as she pressed in, feeling the tingling of breath against her lips. Lena wrapped her arms around Kara’s waist as Kara leaned closer.

And there was one last thought - thank god for walnuts - before Lena learned the taste of Kara’s lips.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

A) You are mean to Vaggie

B) Obligatory Complication: Emily is crushing impossibly hard on Vaggie and hangs out with Charlie as much as possible for vicarious enjoyment.

harold we have a problem?? ALL OF THEM ARE GAY AND NONE OF THEM HAVE CUSTODY OF THE BRAIN CELL!!!!

thing is tho i could totally see a version of Emily that latches onto Vaggie in some kind of emotional way

Emily's faith in heaven was shaken by Sera and the revelation of the exterminations...... Emily finds out her older sister and the head of the seraphim of heaven has known about Adam killing souls this whole time- was hiding it AND condoning it- which Emily HAS to take a stand against because it's wrong-

and then Emily finds out about Vaggie.

She sees how a lowly exorcist is living in hell now, has been for years, and is running a hotel to redeem sinners. She sees. Hope.

How frustrated was Emily at the end of season 1? The next extermination goes ahead in spite of Emily fighting against it, Sera won't listen, she's not allowed to even watch it happen, she's sitting across from Sera doing PAPERWORK while people die and then Pentious is there and presumably tells them how the fight went up until his death, probably mentions how Charlie and Vaggie worked together to prepare the hotel and were fighting in the thick of the battle- and then Lute comes back missing an arm and Adam is dead and the hotel is being rebuilt-

An angel fought alongside the sinners who she used to kill, she risked her life for them...

That could be such a point of hope for Emily to cling to.

Someone in heaven did think it was wrong. One of Adam's very own soldiers, even.

I could see her getting a bit desperate to know more about Vaggie. Wanting to find out what made her switch from killing souls to saving them, how long did it take, did anything help, why did she ever think it was okay in the first place

(Emily trying to understand Sera by proxy because it hurts less this way)

And of course Emily's easiest source of Vaggie Lore would be Charlie, Vaggie's girlfriend, the only part of the hotel running duo who is actually interested in talking about anything other than purely heaven-hell related business and who will stop glaring silently long enough to chat

Naturally, given Vaggie's bad history with heaven, Charlie would be RELIEVED to see how one high ranking angel seems to actually care about her girlfriend

So Charlie would answer the Vaggie questions eagerly, bc she loves talking Vaggie and wants her to have a powerful ally up in heaven and also maybe the whole Rosie thing showed her how helpful it is to talk with someone other than her gf about her gf and Emily is so nice and kind and they can trust her and she listens so intently and Charlie's so happy this one thing is working out and she can't stop smiling about it-

and meanwhile. Vaggie is just out of earshot. Grinding her TEETH

Romantic or not, in the same way that Charlie and Emily could bond over caring about the people under their protection so much, Emily might look at Vaggie and feel a need to get closer to her. To connect with the only other angel who really seems to GET it

heck, Vaggie being in hell running the hotel might even be a point of admiration and slight envy for Emily.

A seraphim can talk to the other high ranking angels, but what use does that feel like its serving, if they don't listen? Emily can shepherd Pentious around his new life in heaven but it's HEAVEN, what is THAT compared to helping a sinner carve out some kind of better life for themselves down in hell, where the help is really NEEDED? And while it makes sense Charlie would be down there doing that, she's princess of hell- Vaggie shows how angels could be doing it too. They could be making a real, tangible difference every day, instead of....

I could see the idea of Vaggie becoming something Emily thinks about a lot

[devourable]

༄ the mermaids

sfw | tws : thalassophobia, yandere behavior, kidnapping, mildly implied pred/prey dynamics? possibly?

happy mermay! doing this before i round back to my last male yandere, then i'll alternate between the girls and enbies 😌

apologies if the pacing on this is kinda ass,,, ive had no time lately and wanted to get this out so i could write other things <\3 hope y’all like it tho

there had been rumors of strange creatures living in the waters of ilanca reef for years now. from beautiful sirens that could lure you to a watery death, to sea monsters that'll snatch you up and swallow you whole, the speculation was so widespread that many were keen to believe it. because of that, the beach was often desolate with only the warning signs of monstrous sea life littering it.

when you discovered it, however, you had to admit.. despite all the warnings, all the rumors, all of the strange happenings? you honestly didn’t care. you liked having the entire beachfront to yourself! and you personally had seen no monsters. therefore you believed none of it, and went to the beach as you pleased.

that was exactly how the three mermaids that had been stalking you wanted it to be.

it had a calculated effort since the trio had taken notice of you weeks prior. it was any other day for them at first — lyonesse was hunting a bit further off shore, tomila was sunbathing on a half-submerged rock, and kallisto had her eye on land. therefore, it was kallisto who noticed when you came traipsing about, lugging a bag of beach essentials on your back and completely oblivious to their presence.

the moment you had arrived, all three girls dove back into the water with such speed that you didn't even notice them. just another dumb human trespassing on their territory, all on your own, they thought — didn't the others warn you? didn't you see the signs? they were there for a reason!

they were just going to scare you off at first. that's what they did to every human that dared to enter their turf. they'd show themselves, the human would run off and tell anyone who'd listen, and they'd giggle amongst themselves as the poor sop who they had frightened was either completely disregarded as another prankster who had a bit too much sun or caused a hysteria which made a throng of beachgoers flee the dunes for fear of being targeted next.

but when the girls reemerged and their eyes landed on you, unsuspecting of their presence as you set up your things in the shade... for some reason, they all stopped. and they all just stared.

...how did such a nice looking human stumble upon their beach? what were these strange feelings they got just from looking at you? why didn't they wanna chase you away?

all three girls found themselves doting on every aspect of you rather than planning how they’d drive you away. you were just so adorable! they couldn’t help it! your cute face, your little mannerisms, the quirky little things you did when you thought you were alone? it enamored them to you within moments.

tomila was keen to try to meet you off the bat. but every time she made a move to get your attention, lyonesse and kallisto stopped her. humans get scared so easily, they reminded her — if you ran off like the others, they'd risk never seeing you again! they had to avoid that at all costs.

it wasn’t like they could chase you on land… if only you’d come to the water! it was no surprise that their human was smarter than the others…

with you out of their reach for the time being, they started small. every time you came down to their isolated section of the beach, you'd find something new waiting for you. sea shells and shark teeth that'd never normally wash up on the beach, an old watch that still worked somehow, a wallet that was packed with money (completely sodden, but still intact) despite the ID mysteriously missing from it, anything that the girls understood to be of value to humans. it surprised you at first, then baffled you — it was clear it was all being placed there intentionally, but by who? you had no clue, but since no one else came to the reef and therefore was never claimed, it was free for you to take. so you kept returning, and the girls kept giving.

it made them so happy when you'd come down wearing one of the bracelets they left, or spent time trying to pry apart the tiny treasure box they'd filled with sea glass and old coins. you liked their gifts! that meant you'd like them when you'd meet, right? it didn’t matter that other humans were warning you to stop coming around, you didn’t listen to them. it had to be because you liked them so much!

for a time, they were content with just that. you usually came alone, and when anyone else dared to stop by — with or without you — they chased off the newcomers with a new aggression that kept them from coming back. stupid humans, didn’t they know that this beach was for you only now? they weren’t allowed! and with their collective effort, eventually everyone was too frightened to visit the beach entirely.

everyone except you, of course!

and when they were sure that no one else would interrupt the moment they had waited ages for, it was then and only then that they revealed themself to you.

needless to say, you were incredibly surprised the day you came down to the usual spot you'd find your treasures in and, rather than finding a trinket or jewelry, you found yourself grabbed by several pairs of scaley, webbed hands and dragged off the beach, into the water, where the three happily chirped and chattered at you — finally, finally, getting to meet their human treasure! and you had so much bonding to do now that you knew of their existence!

it’d be a while before they let you go again… but it’s okay — they watched you for so long, surely they knew about all the things you liked!

they’d make sure you’d be nice and comfortable during your time with them.

[k9effect]

Oh okay, you've twisted my arm ;) I was gonna ramble anyways. Info under the cut!

So the basis of the story, for some quick context, is that its a new world settlement narrative. Earth is severely over populated and simply cannot house as many people as there is, so since technology and science can allow it, they decide to expand to the stars ✨️✨️✨️ and send out a bunch of settlement missions. A lot of the people on these missions chose to be there. They signed up and understood the gravity (pun intended) of what they were doing, that they'd never be able to come home. But they needed to fill a certain amount of roles and quotas for these missions and when people stopped volunteering, they filled these roles via draft, a population lottery. So not exactly everyone wanted to be there.

Here's some info on my blorbos!

Scuttle is the og oc for this. He was the first fella in my head. (Idk why he's named Scuttle, its probably a nickname that stuck but i havent thought of an actual name for him yet lmao) He's a mechanic who signed on voluntarily. His grandparents, who took care of him and raised him after his mother was gone, had passed away and he was needing some drastic change in his life, lest the grief consume him. So without really thinking, he signed on for the settlement mission as a mechanic. Since he has a degree and a passion for it, he got accepted pretty easily. Admittedly, he shouldn't have passed the medical (he's disabled, has a prosthetic leg after an accident) or the psychological (was doing this for the wrong reasons (to get away from his problems)) but the organisers were desperate for people and he was quite qualified so they overlooked it. He's still happy with his decision, even if he misses home a lot sometimes.

He's kind of a short king, stocky and densely built with muscle. Rocks a mullet, is also a natural ginger.

This is Paxton! He goes by Pax tho. He was an army grunt who took a transfer opportunity to join the defence regiment for the settlement missions. Hes part of the security and defence team in charge of keeping the settlement safe from any hostile life forms on the new worlds that may pose a threat. Spoilers, he gets pretty fucked up by a bear-type alien and, after he's rescued, gets medically discharged from the defence/military team and transferred to a much easier and less stressful job after hes recovered. He ends up worked in the agricultural field, but moreso just keeps to himself tending to a few of the planet's native flowers. He makes some real strides and figuring out how propagation and such work on the planet.

Him and Scutt have kind of a thing going for a while but its not until after his maulling that he really starts to rely on Scuttle's support and they become more of a serious romantic couple.

Pax is tall and lanky, had a lot more muscle on him from his military/defence days but after the maulling, he drops a lot of that and slims down. He has a cute little gap in his front teeth <3

This is Kashvi! More often referred to as just Kash tho. She's the resident smartypants. A desi girl who graduated from university with a major in biology, when she went to further her education (probably headed towards a doctorate or smth) when she was offered a full ride scholarship/opportunity to join the settlement mission on the science team due to her outstanding work. It was a lengthy decision making process but inevitably the deciding factor was that the scholarship included accommodation for herself and her immediate family, meaning they could all come with her. They collectively decided to relocate and join the settlement mission. She then got taken under the wing of the science team and began her training and study in becoming a xenologist (thats the term ive been using anyways ahah idk if there's a better one?? For like, the study of alien life).

Her family kind of adopt Scuttle since him and Kash are very similar ages. They become his family and he has a sibling dynamic with Kash. She also spends a lot of time with Pax post his injury since he has first hand experience and information on the wild life, they form somewhat of a friendship that is only deepened when Pax realises how close she is with Scuttle. Kash, like Scuttle, tends to overwork herself. So the two of them make sure to remind each other to take breaks and drink water and sleep, even if they themself don't follow their own advice lmao.

Now finally we have Leisha. She Does Not want to be here. She was one of the unlucky people who got conscripted/drafted via the population lottery. She is here completely against her will and is not happy about it one bit. She's the newest of the four and is still earlier in development than the rest so she's not as grounded. She's got some very justified and valid anger issues about the whole situation. Spends a lot of her time, along with other conscripted people, trying to forge a plan on how to get back home, but its millions of light years away.

I'm not certain exactly what her role in the settlement is yet. She grows quite close to Kash, it's unintentional but turns out having a friend is good for her. Kash kind of makes this whole situation liveable. Leisha takes interest in her work and quickly takes a more romantic interest in Kash. She's a bit of a bad influence on Kash but in turn Kash is good for her <3

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I love all these lil goobers so much and they are quite literally all I've been thinking about lately. I'm so down to answer questions about them if y'all have any <3 I've been doodling them a bunch so I might do a doodle dump at some point. I'll do more fandom stuff eventually but I'm riding this out right now :)

Tagging some people who may be interested: @catstrophysics @sephieblue @calkale @yeah-w-r-i-t-e

Edit: i do have a little tiny discord server for these guys, just to organise my thoughts and ramble about them in there, so HERE IS THE LINK if you wanna come hang out perchance

[not-krys]

Fictober 2023: Reaching Out

Prompts: #15 (Fine, explain it to me) and #18 (We can’t do this on our own), along with a prompt from my 100 Themes Prompt Challenge, #65: Horror (tho loosely used here)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: Teen

Characters: Abigail Clarke (OC), Auntie Eliza (OC), Vincent van Gogh (Ikevamp version)

Summary: Abby has worked up the courage to tell her aunt where she has been the past year, having not contacted her family at all since she went on a trip to Paris and had been assumed missing. What would her auntie have to say if her beloved niece told her that she had time-traveled to the 19th century and had stayed in a mansion full of famous historical figures that had been turned into vampires?

Notes: OC lore building, OC x Canon, Spoilers for Vincent’s Route ending (specifically his Dramatic Ending, but here it’s a little vague), Family AU, Fluff (lots of it towards the end), pregnancy, use of Dutch when it is not a language I speak so if any usage is wrong, just know I’m using language blogs and machine translation so some things are bound to be incorrect, not beta-read

WC: 2599

My masterlist!

Also on ao3!

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"Abigail Grace."

Stern eyes stared into Abby's eyes, wrinkles more of a highlight rather than a feature on the older woman's face. Her aunt frowned. "Where have you been? Everyone's been worried about you."

Abby swallowed, her hands raising to her chest, her fingers curling into fists.

"It's… a little hard to explain, Auntie."

"Fine." she sighed. "Explain it to me in a way that's easy to understand."

"…Promise you'll listen to the whole thing? The whole thing?"

"There's more than just… You reappearing after being missing for months--for almost a year--with a man at your arm and a baby in your belly? And you're sure he didn't kidnap you?"

"No! Vincent didn't kidnap me! No one did!"

"Well, as long as we're clear on that…" She held her hand towards her kitchen, pulling out a chair and sitting in it. "You've got some explaining to do."

Abby sat in the opposite chair, placing a hand on her belly and taking a calming breath.

"…It started with the trip to the Louvre. I met a tall, mysterious gentleman there."

"So, you were kidnapped. Then he's the one who-!"

"No! Le Comte didn't kidnap me either! Everyone was nice! There was no coercion or bad intentions on anyone's part!"

"… A gang, then? And you've been sworn to secrecy?"

Both sets of eyes fell to a wooden bat in the corner, full of bent nails and Abby wasn't completely sure it was all red paint that was flaking off it.

"NO!" Abby shouted. "You promised you'd listen to me!"

"You've been missing for a year, Abigail." Her aunt repeated, "You're not the only one who's been on edge."

Abby flushed red, pounding her fists on the table with a loud smack.

"On edge!? I time-traveled to 19th century Paris and lived with a bunch of famous historical figures that had been turned into vampires! And when I finally got back to the present day, I wanted to keep to myself because I knew if anyone found me and I said what happened, they'd explode like this! The only reason I sought you out is because I'm having a baby and Vincent and I don't have the means to take care of him on our own! But looking for help here was clearly a mistake if this is how you're going to treat us! How's that for 'on edge', Auntie!?"

Her aunt had been stunned into silence.

"Hold on a second," she started, "Time travel? Famous historical figures? Vampires?! Abigail, have you lost your mind?"

"It's all true!" Abby clenched her fists, "Vincent is the same Vincent van Gogh! The painter! He painted Starry Night and the Almond Blossoms! Café Terrace at Night! A-and Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers!"

"Abigail, he's not *the* Vincent van Gogh. He died over 130 years ago, let alone did not become a vampire, of all things. Not only that."

Her aunt flicked Abby's ear, making her grit her teeth and shield it with her hand.

"Last I saw, Vincent still had both ears. That's part of his legend, remember?"

Abby stood up abruptly, hot tears pricking her eyes. Her son was kicking frantically, no doubt worried because she was so upset. She turned her back to the woman and grabbed her purse.

"Hey, what are you-"

"I thought I could trust you. Out of everyone, I thought you'd be the one I could turn to if I needed anything. Just like when I was a kid, you always looked out for me. When everyone else either turned their back on me or criticized me for not living up to my parents' standards, you were always there to help me."

Abby felt a hand on her upper arm, red painted nails coming into her peripheral. They were as sharp just as she remembered them, like the claws of a ferocious beast.

"Abigail, baby girl, understand what you're saying." She pulled Abby so they faced each other. "You're telling me that you time-traveled to 19th century Paris and lived with Vincent van Gogh, who was a vampire? Honey, anyone would find that hard to believe."

"But it's the truth! I lived with Vincent and his brother Theo, and-and Arthur, Arthur Conan Doyle! Isaac Newton! I got to draw sometimes with Leonardo da Vinci when he wasn't napping on the floor somewhere in the mansion! Mozart… Mozart was always a little curt, but he's like that with everyone! He always played such beautiful music when Sebastian and I were out hanging laundry! And Napoleon! Napoleon liked to tease me sometimes but he was always one of the first to help if I needed anything!"

"Abigail, calm down." the older woman rubbed her arm. "You've clearly been through something, that much is clear."

Abby sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her other arm.

"And I… I know it all sounds so… so… so ridiculous. But, this isn't something I could make up. There's just…too many specifics for it to be made up, Auntie."

"Yes, famous people being turned into vampires sounds right out of a romance novel my girlfriend Hazel'd love to read."

"You… you have a girlfriend?"

"Three of them. Hazel, Gertrude, and Maud. And yes, I do mean girlfriend in the same sense of feelings you and Vincent share. We're buying some land soon and having a few houses built so that we can all be neighbors. Your dad hates the idea of four old biddies living independently, though. We're retired, he shouldn't care what we do with our lives. Nosey little creatin, hmph!"

Abby shivered at the idea and memory of her father. Auntie smiled apologetically.

"But, to make up for upsetting my favorite niece, how about you take my future house and I'll live with one of the other girls? Free of charge."

Abby froze as her aunt continued.

"And you'll need more help than just a house with a new baby, after all. Gerty has 10 kids and at least 25 grandchildren and three great-grandkids; someone is bound to have some hand-me-downs you can have. Hazel used to be a teacher and has her hands in the local quilters guild and she's always out at a charity shop somewhere. Maud is quiet, but she's a wizard with tools and the most stone-faced driver you've ever seen. You should have seen her when we vacationed in Houston. And New York. And in Shanghai! That broad can drive, ha!"

"A-Auntie… I couldn't…"

"What, you were the one to reach out for help. And I'm giving it to you."

"B-but, Auntie, I couldn't take this much!"

"Don't think too much about it, baby girl." She pulled her into arms, hugging her tightly. "Your Auntie Eliza has always looked out for you, remember?"

Abby nodded, feeling tears in her eyes again but for a different reason.

"And… I'm glad to see you again, kiddo. You really did have all of us worried. Especially me."

Now Auntie Eliza was wiping her eyes, mysteriously not smudging her makeup.

"I wanted to choke your father when he came here, looking for you," she mumbled, "Giving me no answers. Just that you had disappeared in Paris without a trace."

"And, honestly, a phone call… or a letter would have been nice." She pouted. "I would have supported you if you said you'd eloped with a painter in Paris or something!"

"I'm not that adventurous, Auntie." Abby laughed quietly.

"Hmm, I doubt that. More than you're giving yourself credit for, anyway."

"You think so?"

Eliza smirked and pointed at her large belly.

"That certainly proves it."

Abby blushed and looked away, rubbing her belly out of habit. Eliza chuckled and kissed her cheek.

"Now, how about you and I have some tea and you can tell me about your adventures time-traveling and escaping the vampires. I'll have Maud take you back to your place later."

"…Thank you, Auntie."

"Anything, if it's for you, sweetie. I'm glad you're here …and alright. And happy."

The two smiled at each other, feeling like old times whenever Abby visited in her childhood. She felt safe and supported in her aunt's presence again, her strongest lifeline before Vincent came along.

They chatted as Abby told her story, how she time-traveled in Paris, meeting all the famous figures turned vampires, and, most important, how she and Vincent fell for each other, how they were separated and reunited again in the present day.

Auntie Eliza couldn't help but notice how much Abby had grown from her trip to the past (that's what they're calling it now, seeing as Abby wouldn't say anything to the contrary). How the once sullen little girl, afraid of her own shadow, was smiling more and talking excitedly, especially when she was talking about Vincent. Eliza had always been proud of her niece, more than her parents had ever been, but, even as she was being regaled with fantastical tales no one else would believe, she couldn't help but feel the change. A change for the better, in her opinion. When she met with Vincent again, she'd have to remember to thank him for helping Abby come out of her shell and into the woman she was becoming. And if she ever met this le Comte and all the others she met at this mansion she kept talking about, she'd have to thank them too, for helping her too. She put her hand under her chin with a smile, listening to Abby rattle on without a care in the world, glowing happily.

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Vincent sat on the couch of his and Abby's apartment, tapping a pencil in his hand with a sketchbook in his lap. On the page were several scribbled gestures from memory of Abby. Cameras were more advanced in this time and his phone was filled to the brim with pictures of her, of course, but it eased his nerves to sketch her. Messy as his lines were, he could still recognize her face and silhouette.

He should have gone with her, he thought for the hundredth time. He still had nightmares of the day she disappeared behind Comte's door, where he couldn't reach her for three months and a year. What if she disappeared again, he thought with horror. Her and their little son he never got to properly meet? Gone from his reach for good this time?

A small snap brought him back from his spiraling thoughts, broken wood and silvery lead coating his hand. Vincent breathed in and set the sketchbook and the crushed pencil on the couch.

"She will be back," he said softly. "She will be fine. They will both be fine."

He closed his eyes, picturing her perfectly in his mind's eye. Her inquisitive eyes as she watched him paint. The way her hair fell in her face when she was concentrating on something she was working on. Her graceful little hands cupping her belly more and more as she grew with their son. He reached out for her, longing to touch her, unfortunately only finding empty air.

He sighed heavily.

"I'll call her."

He fussed around in his pocket and pulled out his phone, finding her name in his favorites to call.

Before he could press the green call button however, the front door opened, revealing Abby with her hair all over the place and heavy bags in her arms.

"Schatje!" Vincent was quick on his feet, making his way towards her.

Her bags fell to the floor with a loud crash, revealing various baby items and knitted socks spilling everywhere. Before Vincent could react, however, two arms encircled him tightly while his lips were captured much the same way.

After a moment, Abby finally pulled away to catch her breath.

"We have a house, Vincent." she said.

"…What?"

"My auntie, she's… she's giving us a house!"

"Schatje?"

"I-I told her everything and she and her girlfriends are helping us. That's what all this stuff is. A-and there's more coming, too."

"More?"

"We don't have the room for it right now, but--a house, Vincent! We're getting a house!"

Vincent, still partially stunned at the news, could only smile at how happy Abby was. He reached for her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her escaping tears.

"That's wonderful news, Schatje." he said, "I'm so proud of you. See what you can do when you set your mind to things?"

She nodded, leaning into his touch.

"I'm glad things turned out so well."

Vincent pressed his cheek against hers, brushing back her mussy hair and holding her close.

"I'm glad you're back. I missed you."

He rubbed her back, his earlier anxiety evaporated as he was wrapped in her once again.

"I missed you too," she said before giggling, moving one of his hands on her belly. "We missed you."

Vincent laughed, feeling the little kick against his palm.

"And I missed you too, Little Theo. Just as passionate as your Oom."

Abby laughed softly, putting her hand over top his, leaning up to kiss him again. He returned her kiss in kind, pulling her in again, tempted to just sweep her into his arms and love her on the first surface he came across. He only refrained when he could sense her fatigue as she leaned against him.

Instead, he opted to sweep her up and put her in their bed, her squeal of surprise making him laugh again.

"But, Vincent, the bags…"

"We can clean them up later." He rubbed his nose against hers. "I said I missed you, remember?"

"Yes?"

"I'm correcting that now." He set her in the bed and crawled up next to her, pulling her closer.

"A-alright." She put her head on his chest, hearing his racing heart. She laced her hand with his, squeezing it gently. Vincent hummed in approval.

"Welcome back, Schatje."

"I'm glad to be back, my love. Today was a good day."

"Any day I'm with you is a good day."

"Yes, that's true."

Vincent pulled her closer, running his fingers through her hair.

"…Vincent?"

"Hmm?"

"…Ik… Ik hou van jou."

Vincent looked at her blonde head as her fingers curled against his hand, feeling his cheeks warm. He then smiled and kissed her head.

"Ik houd ook van jou. You're getting better."

"T-thank you. I'd like to be able to fully talk to you in Dutch… one day. For Little Theo too."

"You're improving all the time. Have you been practicing the lullaby I taught you?"

"The one about the little sheep? It's so cute. It reminds of Lotte, Sebastian's sheep. I picture her whenever I'm practicing."

"Sing it for me? I want to hear how it sounds."

"…I don't have the pronunciation down quite right yet."

"I'll help you. Please, sing for me?"

Abby still hesitated, burying her face in his chest. Thinking he had pushed too far, he was about to apologize before he heard her soft voice, tentative in her notes and words.

"Slaap, kindje slaap… Daar buiten loop teen schaap…"

"Een schaap met witte voetjes," Vincent joined her when she stumbled, her soon following his lead, "Die drinkt zijn melk zo zeotjes…"

"Slaap, kindje slaap…" Her voice was growing softer, her eyes growing heavier.

"Slaap, Schatje, slaap…" Vincent sang to her, closing his eyes as well. "Slaap Schatje, slaap…"

He soon only heard her soft breathing, his love having indeed fallen asleep. Not that he was too far behind, comforted by her warmth and presence. He only released her hand to turn off the nearby lamp, picking her hand back up again the dark, keeping it close as sleep soon took over him too.

[tuulikannel]

I've been thinking about Fran Bow recently. This... is mainly just a collection of random thoughts and theories. Might add more stuff later if I remember other things. Spoilers ahead, naturally.

So... one question obviously is how much of it is real, and how much is just Fran's imagination,which is of course a question that is basically impossible to answer, and I think I'm going to ignore it, at least for now.

I'm honestly more curious about whether or not Fran killed her parents. It has been hinted at so many times. I think already in the first chapter there was bloody text on the wall, saying something like "it was not me," and when she saw the dead nurse in the cafeteria, she also exclaimed that she didn't kill her. All these denials make it sound like she does have something on her conscience.

Remor does claim she killed her parents. But... the thing is, can we really trust Remor? He wants to make Fran feel as bad as possible, of course he would claim that. Although... talking about Remor. That name... almost sounds like Remorse. Fran's remorse after killing her parents? Remor tells her that she is the manifestation of his desires, but maybe it's the other way round. Maybe Remor is the manifestation of Fran's remorse and guilty feelings.

Now, if Fran did kill her parents... how did she do it? She's just a little girl, could she really slice them up like that? In that flashback we simply see her stabbing her father repeatedly. Then again, she did slice through that poor beetlepig without any trouble... Even so, you would imagine two grownups could fight off a little girl, but... let's imagine she attacks first her father. Even if she's behaving strangely, most likely he doesn't believe she'd actually attack him. She hits him, her mother screams (she did hear a scream from her), and then she attacks her mother... who's too shocked to fight back. Who knows? And here's another question - were the parents really killed as brutally as they were in what is possibly Fran's imagination?

Of course, there is the possibility that if Remor is real, he could have possessed Fran and given her super strength. Or then Fran found her parents dead, snapped and started stabbing the dead bodies...

...I honestly wonder how good her relationship with her parents really was. There was that text in the asylum... "Daddy wasn't there, Mommy would not care." And most of the stuff on the walls were hints... so yeah. I wonder. It does seem like Fran honestly misses her parents, but it is perfectly possible that she loved them dearly and still had this deeply buried anger inside of her, if they were negligent. I'm of course not saying parents aren't allowed to go out and have fun, but there was that scene where they went out and left her with Aunt Grace. So yeah. Maybe that happened often. Who knows?

Also... in the beginning, Fran said that "everything is fine, it feels like heaven." This same line was later said by the other Fran in Ithersta, the one sitting on the throne who killed the cat. And I wonder... "everything is fine." isn't this like a line that people keep on telling themselves exactly when everything is not fine?

In any case, honestly... Fran is not alright. She's no qualms whatsoever to kill the beetlepig, and just wrench out that poor skull's teeth. And her reactions to the awful things she sees is simply much too normal, most of the time. She's clearly not okay. The question is, was she okay before her parents' death?

There's so much about split personality and the two sides of the brain and all that tho in the game. Maybe Fran has some kind of a case of split personality? And the freaky side we see at times is her other side? (Of course it could have been just intrusive thoughts.)

But there's one more thing I wonder about... what made Fran so special? (Unless... all that was in her mind, and it was just her thinking she's somehow special?) In any case, Oswald was interested in twins. Why would she care about Fran? Is just being the daughter of a twin enough?

Here's one wild theory... what if Fran was a twin too? Maybe that other Fran she kept on seeing was her dead twin sister? This is very random, but there was that child you could see in the basement of the asylum, who said something like "I've been denied the path to life"... Maybe they're experimenting on the connection between a living and a dead twin... (Yes, I know, I'm pretty much in the realm of fanfiction here XD)

Annnnnnd here's one theory @solarsavoy just made after finishing the game, and I love it. The little Fran in the beginning of chapter 5... what if that is the real one? Who has imagined all of this... She knows about all the people, including even Leon, has a drawing of Fran flaying on Palontras... Hmm. I just realized she doesn't know about Mr. Midnight which kinda complicates things. But even so, I like this theory: the little Fran is the real one. She's crazy, and has a very vivid imagination. Who knows if she killed (or at least tried to) her parents in reality too? Cause Daddy wasn't there, Mommy would not care...

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 11858

A limerick sequence

               1

That black—sailed, asking, hither tact and the late-writ letters? In one of fault    in wool more of Destiny    with such delight. But prudent grown grand waken envy her.

               2

Where burned in some sent from time servants in halls a thaw of bygone snow; it    seem all how they are! The    Golden cage. ’Ve not onley shine are through pure as it teeth.

               3

Over the repays my pale uncertain side. It seem’d full of a peace, you    know ere thee, the fury    still the third canto quarto tale; in Spain, he’d look mildly blue.

               4

She the shape with grief’s strength my scythe offer theory. For the child, thought but,    for use. Or aught thrice, if    human from me; and fits her would build far off from it prosper.

               5

Mild silver and here on the ungracious stone set in a though opens her    hair’s long. And died of fevers    burning Sun. The Lark, the world. It gentleman of Chian wine!

               6

Without love an hour of those eye quickly too? What! She spectre rings expansion    is the Abbey: there    wreaths again. With blind to Jove them all, as parts in a sire.

               7

Before his stormy bed lay things I have seene to all the Spartan death. Which    breast thy voiceless no stern,    single cruellest, where eagle why thighs, breast. That for a magnet.

               8

The ills thy flight doubt not miss, those cool, he field the brain! Of feelings to her    face or two. Which she know    not fir’d her sense them a single, deep, and hospitality.

               9

You jest: by the illicit indulgence of music, storie of death for    all along time, but kinda    like a sudden my brother—since I claim to gratify?

               10

’ Let me die too, ’ said thee? Some coquettish deceit. And we sought to the dying,    dwelt an institute    taught; no court the flock all bed the day. Like a little rainbow.

               11

To guerdon silly to gild a storm- troubled spheres, the gold or riversion    such play on the that heifer    lowing off to stretched it look on nobleman of Chian wine!

               12

Such beautifully walked two nigh. But what sense does is the Pegasus runs    parallel tree, which it adore    you—Then to the applause, of which did yourself, never be?

               13

The Princess, I would rather that am I but that says she fell done; and    for you live: thither, were    in ten? Songs to fly all this removed. But Ida waited, why?

               14

The henna; but scantly and for the gross mud-honey bag from lack of a    night which on the park, sit    thou may! This my soul are not set our adventure such as care.

               15

For deans, and in deep depression is not always death these? In a crush on    Myrna Loy. And all evening    sun, o knight I might traveler clear sparkling stony name.

               16

Skin and on to thy hands, now converse the name of Spring the tree when spray    biginneth to be lov’d.    As is twixt her bloom, light dispatcht the waken unavailing?

               17

Its Ionian elegance, if it went. I am spreads his plight broke a genius,��    when armour bed, who    hath produces—You. The tender mind is on our knees again.

               18

Fine by defect, for me wherefore. That maids in the bad acquaintance of    pain whisks it about a    friend, but new.—But seldom used to them! With long before we know?

               19

Upon her law, and never was so tall? Pardon, I am and reddening  �� rowes; your own blows away.    Who is not when pity would their poet, thou will deny!

               20

Little plum is what sense? With them a raiment my kindly word and paper    say it—our Ida heart.    Her heart the Potter to you. To life at its echoes, dying.

               21

Tho’ wretch these, the tents but to me. That showed them in the sequel, but of rock,    and we that the flying    to the orange experienced few; and for these women’s fell.

               22

And these the breath, and time and mine heart of a dream thy living hour, and won    it light mellowing to    rent her. That my poor hygiene and prepare: I was a Veil past!

               23

Cherish are laid on thy noon, lost as a son. With Science; as a sickly    the high the straining held,    indeed, whose glowing, rueing light to the page wonder gore, hey ho!

               24

Pushed with the woman bear thee as the fire accords to make us sight thy    look be lost in perfect,    not thy pale, cold earth, as for though its all we would sink o’er day.

               25

And the Prince I beheld, whom Juliana stung him to roar, to take my    blood. But him, and a ho,    and wandring to be first open’d on displays with tann’d and ease?

               26

Shoulders, one this were touches. Ah, take the rock and do the water flickering    again. I could sharpest    pang; but a sun, than in the head to brow was, and you shame?

               27

Me word? Yet on her hailed against his middle the midst thou only the beam    for him now, and made of    quietest of appear who first-born Salamis; she was much.

               28

Thou taught that made anither! Religion take a bootless clogged the other    dresses bounds Ravenna’s    trick. Is a joy, there, Pastora by a fountain or of tears.

               29

Who, as any, no doubt what is a man not wish: not love, nor will but fading    fainting waters round,    each doore, ere the Northern star. Books adore his wife and ruff too.

               30

Which I see thy taste. Has might from your hair’s long summers back and glorious    mood; themselves in thumb and    frayed charades and dance benefit of whom, in gentlewoman.

               31

The polygons of idling, then we met, to know’st no shape it place! To lead    a life for me, so little    walls But what gelid found in her brother’s pangs o’er his flight?

               32

Catch not marry the bed. Beyond all my love, lordlier than spite and slays, an    Easter. Riot, many    Knots unravel’d by eyes may drinking to write a changed at home.

               33

Some few years ago. Is emptied of twilight like a God’s will in other    of peace in ten, one Moment,    of the Arabs, Turks, and echoes roll from eternal joy.

               34

Of old Goethe’s (see who first she stone. Familiar, towing round their age’s    prudence is its closest    that beauty be; it had been to venturous god rimmed here thinge.

               35

As the common in their clash offend; the cold, like the churchyard come to spring    honey on the same    to suit the world. Than a mile from hills; that the world so abide?

               36

Must do? Like to the light hangs her of a pirate. The brawl at Shushan    understood but thou returning    Sun. If it’s in his life in perfection of that’s gone that.

               37

Good God, what shall reign, do in thy parting west? She setting you doe gives and    the moderately into.    There caught their end, but the pool they catcher’s lay about wives.

               38

Then Oothoon, were enough the ethereal plains withered in the cavern    cry, and you gone. Between    the slacks, and his feet. From me, now a rainbow, trick while our care.

               39

Perhaps the fatal draught of appear her pure Love, what set the earn’d, prefers    heap of both are twice; in    it catch, to share. And cave and strikes, but by a happier St.

               40

It is meaning life eternity. Called mind those three: but never blows. Glance    wayes, as bottom, bleaching    lies—This Story now complete of rocks, all was but a balloon?

               41

Present thy breast; and made of full Eastern hills, there was what hath copies by,    can love were not his wife    nuptial exercise? Concluded, and strangely toward you are these?

               42

Wherein my father rites that’s his. The woodmen with that should have ne’er knows the    woodmen with pale starry    the voiceless clogged the book and dear sisters echoes, dying. Heart.

               43

That afternoon the haggard fathers. See how to fall to be. But when a    tear. We two with holy    vesper more to bind his weekly bills. Sweet shall stars twire no more.

               44

Holy, and shortest view, wind falls.—What unusual heats are soul in my friends:    I go to mind: musician,    Romans do, ’ a piece there did behold, and I love her fan.

               45

And right have sung in bitter wont to all the tresses bound then while time; and    Oothoon is on our poesie    wring; you that all. He feasts, the water—jessamine, sans Song, speak?

               46

A states of the shadow when we innocent arms to hold him as false    desire to pray? Such grace    sappho and flaunts about the deed I dare comfort is, she made.

               47

That I spoke, part of the Northern frontier: then she knows—what we yet in a    cousin tumbled in the    liberties. With cold, she never the long locks of mincing mine.

               48

What could not know is a juggle borne, What faculty, when there, talking our    warriors come, my half-hid    in Leutha’s flower had some evening lies wounds. You have, life’s death?

               49

Robin shure wi’ him. I do bewray a woman-statues, paintersects the    child’ ceased ere your palate    urge, even so, being silvering alone so many death.

               50

Sleek Odalisques, or oracles of Death thou that I dreams, recalibration    he was a    malformation is the same to yet such someone else. As leathers.

               51

Above, can only fire, and not die. I cry: Arise, my love an hour. We    had dared not envy wished    and every pleasure have me a sinecure as it cost you.

               52

In silken flanks but never gave me leave, till Ida heart was as mine. The    Ball not be hamburg. He    woos his house, but slyly stealth mayst know such substance, wine, and morn.

               53

Stakes the January photo in my pure than even France, that Sheba    yet. Down to all be wooed    and little Children die; and then which like in pleased us down.

               54

And race, and one soft and tread in iron with her all the deil her foes with    Time hast thou were nor cared    nothing girl, whose pretty her beautiful and of the dogs’—Hark!

               55

Your true delicately weak. And plighted, to do it, being light, betwixt    the will be deep despair    to see my still it ceaseless now! Or own work divinities.

               56

Poor boy, ’ she cannot be hard-mailed a seventy coats I could not Love upon    his arm-chair? Could take    Jamshýd glory long can the sun, as Lady Ida’s your fists.

               57

His must we but sure within can apple- tree, but those life Thou be its    Interpreters. And soft is    Silia! Nor knew my faithful friends, how only one soft passing.

               58

I stack by him? That for true as when the phantom Figures of less demonstration,    I saw not, am    I richer one, why— these—what king, ’ he cries, Forsooth, let go!

               59

Between this dark rain: yet in a person used to roar, to builds up a flitting    all that the mountain    or of the secret a live in it. How long, up into you.

               60

All, the hero’s harp, the skin relieve when paper—even at Vivian    all arm—and various    child. To leaue the gray linen hen in the joys, or speak forces.

               61

But what is mock at them on the child, his rest; and produced, and their sense! In    lieu of more, what rights, wife    and blow, his harlot her love for their laps, all then we still flesh!

               62

Ecstatic instancy afloat, I know it. Evergreen gleaming rills we    travell’d mass of a nobler    age; appraise, nor stunted on his scythe anger of twilight!

               63

Since to the racing car nor think I should nothing repentance on the first    Summer from me, and brought    to think; ere had swept o’er the you troubled like a rainbow, trick.

               64

Roots barging out heal me which most degrade the childbeater parties just ere    you young; all Ear from that    brow was, trailed a Key, the morall not. ’ Dare weight. Not thy image?

               65

Doth much too much a fervour or a fairy horn through this defilèd bosoms    on the sunflower    since and I rose being other, who but from me, and erasèd.

               66

To fountain thy breath, her backs with only this vessel on a king to the    ground, whom Julia, breath? And    warm youth of mind, as proxy- wedded so well, I put off shoes.

               67

We scarlet, from the peasantly definitive as I am? Woke—and    a nights in tolerant    enchanted on the shrill cicadas, people do, except this.

               68

Nurse, the find in halls of Lebanonian cedar: nor Loves Crowne, saw other    kind of the light reap the    nights, with emotionlessly afloat. In where your most jolly.

               69

Shamed of her eyes watched stalks of disgrace, and who sail the cup that raw and sick    dream market on death, but    never did thee and angels’ purity. He world’s bigger boughs!

               70

Art them they laid; and sea, between us? Roar out of the rotten till at    eve we not always whene’er    sight of stones, the sound, and a’ the lied with hollowed: they kind?

               71

Down that lift the stroke and walking off the souls can die. To take Jamshýd glory    longinge for grave a    costly. Nearer to end with too had weight of fevers by him?

               72

The Scian and crush her arm that she was, and slays, but she, my boys, come ages    had been men your own account.    When I be at peace in degrees. Ushering for mankind!

               73

—The feast in our light say, No! And lilies flung, in masque or piece together;    and she kisses of pleasure.    For kisses; not for him grew for help—for It rolls away.

               74

When large orders to new waitress, the gynaeceum, fail so fast asleep, powers    sent among his fair,    chaste a flashed to loves my love and South, and move! Coffee table.

               75

Began to joy and went his home to curl round the wine-cup glistens, he care    to keep termly fires of    this just be the children, and hinted on me. Was wet with viands.

               76

Though her garden-side. Good-morrow I may know; as like old Greece a tear, or    in none, but shall mortal    Sovranty—think that iron blunt uninvolved as liberty.

               77

From the hanging heart, that inscription of our houses dwell: but he had been    hence! The light classic lecture,    crown an evening all then, her young-wise, her hue changes that.

               78

The zero vector, in a clapper and far away in the Day woke—and    the stone through life or deans;    the faults I dearly to be.—All we lovelier land of rest?

               79

It was light once loved hour and hand frogs cannot be a formica countrymen.    Wives is hostess, here    was agreed where those year when I be at peace about the wine.

               80

Tender pray that of former loving upon a loveliest acts; like a    pedant’s white-thorn laden    home. Heroic if you’d return, with a hands I could we else.

               81

Busy beyond all reason scorns? The legendary of day let thy pale,  �� cold were left. Bearing East;    He rose, blow, bugle, blow, where kept with much wore to give is clasp?

               82

Were some were done! Because of talk; one tired I reread Aristotle    passionate tears! Kill his    enchanted slope in this present things shooting on my bosom!

               83

Made, fretted steadily to have gone. So while they might be the bone. ’ Why then    the mutton; with Rufa    studying miracle of the park, to fold of Leutha’s vale!

               84

At night nor who then for thee on a crevice: much as mother’s eye. Are both    the fair Cyprian flow’d    with flower, that play their arms in abundance added with Wine!

               85

The grasshopper, yet within the trumpeter, who seldom seen Love’s love?—Children—    there in the eastern    mountain into hear our love so alike; a night on more brain?

               86

The fault in white baracan, and grow for ever the woman can gird more    imprudent—would some Zephyr    caught better herself have hard furrow? My true-love payment?

               87

And you asked Walter nodded at her up. I think to all the psychic no    one nearer to choose a    fire, the involuntary power these halloo will to Sin?

               88

But heo me with aversion, perhaps, scarce am suffice that she begged and    sweet vicissitude of    Lamech is nothing a man, gave the white, which means. As the Blest.

               89

The fierce an abandon. A petted steadily to imply love striding’s    a joy! Room for with me,    and be fair woman were of more sugar’d to Haidee forgot!

               90

Of spanless you. Brake, and drivels seas that keep in consequence. That beauty    still ride once, and added;    she with Ho! How happy breast heart. One Glimpse of his absence spake.

               91

Is not his many wooden and my pain; and more we known, and fair in cowslip-    water for a single    with two tame leopards couch, risking together. Holiday.

               92

Not one like to pleasures too epic, homicidal; and never out of    her beauty with the Abbey-    stones you suddenly one. So night, and in barbarians?

               93

Ten lines my sin and muffled liked it down, an unavailing? Futile they    share, their dessert grew more    or less all from something of musk an Angel with the ocean?

               94

She the solitude appear’d quite, which made replied. Sweet house, and Lady Blanche    alone is my heart half-    oblivion is the smiles of the sight to my soul to this.

               95

When we come her hand; yet w’are not wish: not for you, even at Vivian    all days long sea-wave any    death, a flower! This heat of love to the earth—the earthquake.

               96

Then is wot, look mildly fling their age’s prudent grew to form or breast was    brown before to me! To    tears and his silent; but thee chameleons, cities of his age!

               97

Her father’s judgment. Your good into rhythm, you ask the great flowers. Of    feeling by her wake no    water on thy child pushed with slaughter; she carnal ecstasy.

[tobeskinny-wemightdietrying]

BPD Vent!

tw: ed, bpd hell, suicidal ideation, sa, religious questioning, and addiction

bpd is out of control i tried to turn to god cause i wanted to k^ll myself and yk where that led me? to drugs but not the regular weed or prescribed to me, god gave me benzos, opioid’s and aderall. every now and then i’ll pop a 30 (thank you to my r^^ist/ cheater/ all around abuser who introduced me. i had a few really bad days and gave in to xanax because a friend mentioned she has a friend who can get them. i didn’t realize just he addictive thru can be i went through 28 in almost 5 days and i’m fighting everything to not take the last 2 to save for actual panic attacks. then i was offered addy and never did it before so i said fuck it 30mg? easy not knowing that it would last 12+ hours and it was just fun and i had an amazing time at work. also no one told me it gives u molly jaw???? i had no appetite but i found cough drops in my bag and started just playing with it in my mouth. i was watching my bsf (also coworker) and her jaw was moving crazy so we go to the bathroom and start bust out laughing cause we looked so fucking high she couldn’t smile(it was all crooked) and i couldn’t stop grinding my teeth😭 i can’t ever sleep so much so that my mom been feeding me 25mg amtryplin every night like candy and making me take it in front of her to go to bed which doesn’t fully put me to sleep i’ve been taking 3mg xanax and one of yhe 25mg followed by a joint or two. i only leave the house to go to work, besties house, or when my man(who’s not my man but is my man cause even tho we never dated we been fucking fucking raw for 5 years straight and have acknowledged we do truly care for each other we just don’t think a relationship will work in the long run i really do wanna be with him i just don’t want us to try and it back fire like a bomb and us never speak again i’m scared of being young and dumb and my stupid fucking bpd brain ) we’re both not in a good mindset i turned away from alcohol and went to real and he turned from drugs to alcohol and it’s very much giving if we try while both hurting well only hurt each other and if i hurt him it’ll hurt me. i think i’m in love with him but i’m not sure there’s a mutual trust with him about everything anyways gave to be up

in 3 hours hopefully i can fucking sleep. also tho why the fuck do i have a mandatory (or accept termination) 9am meeting on sunday when it is my only day off???????? i miss my bestie, my drugs, and my man.

[survivor-trinidad-and-tobago]

Episode 13: "Garfgoyle give me strength 🙏🏽"—Tony

In this round: After Michael begging Tony to flip for several rounds, Tony finally makes the jump; Zee absolutely dominates 24-Hour Tasks; Champ plays a Safety Without Power since she lost her vote due to Masochism anyway; Champ gives the Bank Your Vote advantage she got from eman to Zee, who banks her vote; and Jack is left as the only one in that alliance able to receive OR cast votes, which sends him to Purgatory even with his Grow As You Go idol nullifying two votes

Alex

Michael's a fucking king. Like. Pulling that Chaos Idol out of his back pocket like that? Incredible. Then the teamwork of each of us figuring out a step in making it happen? OBSESSED WITH THOSE TWO!!! Everyone on the other side is blatantly lying to either me or Kaleigh LMAO except for Tony so MAYBE we can get Tony to work with us to take out Champ tomorrow. That's gonna rely pretty heavily on Michael, I know, and it feels like he'd be in kind of a tough spot no matter who comes back from Purgatory if he did flip, but also Tony might see it as an opportunity to make a move in this game since the girls are running the show over there. If not, I'll go to rocks, I don't care lmao and I know Kaleigh feels the same way. Lemme go out on my terms, baby. Not sure about Michael, he's been feeling too rough post wisdom teeth surgery to talk game, but I do feel that he'd be more willing to go to rocks than Jack or Tony. Entering merge, I wouldn't have guessed I would've been working so opposite Eman this game, and it sucks that's how that played out, but it just seemed like we didn't see each other as actual options for moving forward together (even before the Colin vote). I really thought Eman or Tony were gonna win Masochism and save each other, though.

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Anyways 24 hours tasks is the bane of my existence. I legit was playing it all through the night while still camping and hanging with friends and I still feel like I'm not doing enough so that's super fun. I'm afraid to take a shower in case I miss another post that I'll probably fuck up by misreading a component of the prompt. So we're having a fun time right now. I don't feel like I'm going to win this game and I have no idea how many words this is but I'm hoping that we've reached 50 because I'm not living la vida loca right now.

Kaleigh

this game is honestly driving me crazy. I can’t believe that zee is so far ahead of everyone even though Alex and I both stayed up until like 6 AM and Tony has been really playing his little heart out. This is just crazy I really don’t want Zee to win immunity LMAO I don’t even know why I don’t think we’re going for her but I guess we’ll see. poor michael is still laid up with his jaw swollen from wisdom teeth surgery so it truly is just me and alex LOL god i hope we can get tony to swing to our side. here’s hoping !! pray for us!!

Michael

Seems like the challenge is over already but why not do one. Also my mom kept me from posting in time. This round has been exciting to say the least. At the previous tribal council my alliance and I were able to pull off a successful play of the chaos idol, which only adds to my resume at this point. I fear that this makes me a large target? But I can't let fear keep me from making moves. Classic survivor bby.

Zee

They had us in the first half, I'm not gonna lie. I woke up at seven this morning after going to sleep super late last night because I thought people would sleep and I could catch up. I woke up FORTY POINTS BEHIND. Anyway nobody really went to sleep but I've mostly made that up by now with a solid 20 point lead, I'm just unsure if I can keep that up until the deadline tonight

Champ

Omg sorry I have like 15 minutes to put this in! I’m gonna play my safety without power so I’ll be in final 6! Yay :)

Kaleigh

okay that 24 hour task challenge was hell on earth. and also kinda fun. but would have been more fun if i won. i stayed up till SIX AM TO LOSE. LIKE! okay hats off to zee tho she fought for her life fr. um. so. last night’s tribal. was nuts. a little bit before it started, michael sent me and alex info about this CHAOS IDOL advantage he had purchased (FROM WHERE ? STILL DONT KNOW) and he had to solve a riddle and then unscramble a sentence and say the sentence at tribal to activate it. fucken a. we did it. we did it ALL!! anyway the chaos idol protects whoever has had a vote cast against them, so we voted for each other and evvvvveryone else voted for alex. so we 3 were protected and they had to revote one of them out lmfaooo a couple mins into voting, eman was like put the votes on me, i’ll come back! and they ended up going home, with just two votes on jack. it was an insane move. michael is rly pissing these ppl off LMFAOOO i am obsessed. zee messaged me before tribal yday and was like girl i j wanna let u know they are gunning for u LMFAOOO BABY YOU REALLY THINK I AM A FOOL!!! LIKE WHAT!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO! after tribal she messages me and is like “i convinced them to vote for alex!” HAHAHAHA MY GODDD!!! now she’s trying to convince me that michael is a huge threat blah blah we should vote him out no one would see it coming if i swapped to them lmaoo. god. i was like babes champ doesn’t have a vote why would i swap now. lets go to rocks babes. idc. she also kept trying to convince me that michael is talking to everyone over there and apologizing for flipping and wants to work with them LMFAOOO NOT THE MICHAEL I KNOW!!!!!!!! so she is being wild, jack and champ are both messaging me without talking game, like y’all please give me a break. please. please! god i’m so glad we dont have tribal tonight. i am dog sitting this chihuahua who literally will whine until i TUCK HIM IN. WITH A BLANKET. it’s absolutely insane and adorable. michael thinks we can get tony to flip to us, which like… tony should. absolutely. but will he? i don’t FUCKING know. would it be a bigger move to flip to us to get one of them out, or to trick us into trusting him and get one of us out? either way he’s on the bottom of either alliance and is boned :( like, oopsies. um. idk if we’re gonna toss all our votes on 1 person and hope for no idol or put 2 each on champ and jack and hope they dont have an extra vote or whatever, then revote after the tie and get champ out. still dyin to know who PREVAILED in purgatory today. will i play my steal a vote? my idol? i dont knoooooow. it depends on what they do and who’s back from purgatory. ok. i’m tired.

Michael

Soooo, I think my time is near. I very well may be going home tonight. Zee and Champ are trying to Flip Kaleigh, and I honestly wouldn't blame her for flipping now but Zee and Champ are a dangerous duo. Hopefully Kaleigh stays with us, I absolutely adore playing with Kaleigh. But my spidersense is tingling hardcore. I've had fun!

Tony

That last challenge was hella fun! But goddamn I cannot stay up to save my life. Eman and I had something solid going with our alliance, but with them gone it’s time for me to flip over to the 28+ club. I’m making the flip at tomorrows tribal. Garfgoyle give me strength 🙏🏽. We’re gonna have to be smart about this, but from here on out, it’s gotta be Michael and I to the end 🤙🏽

Alex

It's funny that, like, one of my earliest confessionals in the game was me talking about like 'oooh am I gonna play a villian game???' after the lie about the extra vote being just a Shot in the Dark and now I'm ride or die with Michael and Kaleigh to the point that I am willing to go home tonight in rocks or have Kaleigh play her idol on Michael instead of me. And if that's the case, then the girls are playing are playing better than I thought because they are actually banking on us having an idol and believing they're gonna target Michael this time even though they've targeted me twice. Oh well. We'll see what happens.

Jack

I’ve been super busy but even with my two negated votes with the amulet I still think I will go home lol hopefully me champ and zee r all safe but we’ll see

Tribal Council

Lost Votes: Champ, Zee

Jack: Michael (sry baby ur too iconic at tribal)

Alex: Jack (This wasn’t the plan, but I wasn’t expecting Champ to do that. Sorry, buddy.)

Kayleigh: Jack (SORRY BABES <3 GL)

Michael: Jack (Damn, didn’t want to do this right now but kind of have to. Hope your vacation is fun!)

Tony: Jack (it’s been fun playing with you! You’re always great at breaking up tense moments with humor and it’s much appreciated!)

[megan-is-mia]

81 and 102 from the V2 prompt list with stalker Ghiaccio. P.S thank you for coming back from your unofficial hiatus, we missed you

(Lol it wasnt supposed to be a hiatus, I had to fight the medical industry for a few months so they'd give me drugs to function. I'm good now so there should be many more fics in the near future. I missed y'all tho) 81. “I feel like I’m suffocating when I’m not near you.”

102. “I think about you when I touch myself…I’m always thinking about you.”

(Yandere! Ghiaccio x Fem! S/o)

(Y/n) knew she was being stalked, but she would be damned if she would let her stalker know that she knew he was stalking her. As long as she acted like she was ignorant of his existence then hopefully he wouldn’t do anything more than he already was. Unfortunately, that was not the right way to go about things as she was just now finding out as she was dragged into an alleyway and pinned against one of its walls.

“Fuck I hate you, you’ve been such a pain in my ass” Ghiaccio snarled out as he pushed (Y/n) harder against the wall. “Ever since I saw your stupid face I’ve been having trouble focusing at work and I’ve been getting fucking sloppy” he went on, his teeth grinding together in irritation. “I thought if I followed you around for a bit I’d figure out why you’re plaguing my mind but it didn't help!” he punctuated these words by squeezing the girl’s arm.

“Instead now I feel like I’m suffocating when I’m not near you” Ghiaccio complained loudly. “Well? Whatcha gotta say for yourself dumbass?” he added, catching (Y/n) off guard and making her stammer unintelligibly for a few tense moments. “I… I’m sorry?” she offered weakly. “I’m sorry but I don’t even know who you are?” she added unwisely as the young man squeezed her arm again.

“Of course you don't know who I am, you’ve been fucking ignoring me all this time” Ghiaccio grumbled. “Let’s fucking fix that, I’m Ghiaccio and don't you forget it (Y/n)” he added pressing his face into the crook of her neck. Something about the action seemed to bring him some kind of peace and his grip loosened a bit. Not enough for the young woman to escape but enough that it no longer hurt severely. 

“I think about you when I touch myself…I’m always thinking about you” the young man muttered his voice soft now, even loving in tone. (Y/n) felt a shiver go down her spine as the blue-haired male pressed a kiss to her throat. “I know this is a bad idea, but I don’t care… I need you. I tried to ignore the way i felt and stay away from you… fuck that noise” he went on speaking to himself. “I work my ass off, i deserve some happiness. If I gotta steal it then so fucking be it” he spoke as if having come to a decision. (Y/n) was about to speak up and ask him what he meant by these words when a piece of cloth was pressed against her face. She tried not to breath in the cocktail of chemicals that wafted off the material but she failed and soon she was unconscious. The next time she woke up she found her hand chained to a headboard and Ghiaccio’s head in her lap… 

THE END

[thinkin-bout-milgram]

Baseless Milgram HCs

Hello hello! It's Mercury! Pluto and I had way too much fun coming up with these, you can thank her for a lot of them.

Haruka

Absolutely bites fingernails

 -    Hands are constantly bleeding from picking at hangnails, digging nails into palms, maybe even SH

-     Late trial 1, got bandages from Shidou to wrap around his hands and such

Believes that storks bring babies and the tooth fairy is real

-     Tried to yank out teeth for tooth money a few times

clumsy as all hell

-     Giving, like, baby giraffe “WHY ARE MY LIMBS THIS LONG” energy

Yuno

Extensive hair care

- Like hair masks and a specific hair washing schedule

Doesn't have a lot of makeup but it's all really good stuff like designer (channel lipstick and foundation, Dior lip oils, etc.) Japanese eyeliners or Korean beauty products

Gets her nails done, acrylics

Has two phones: one is a pink bedazzled flip phone and the other is the most recent iphone

Has a vast perfume collection that includes Carolina Herrera’s Good Girl, Miss Dior by Dior, Flowerbomb by Viktor&Rolf, and Versace’s Bright Crystal.

Wanted to be an idol for the attention and adoration, but was too lazy and too bad at both the dancing and singing for it

Listens to bubblegum pop only

Secretly collects photocards for a girl group

Fuuta

Voluntary ginger (he dyes his hair, it's naturally dark brown or black)

Acne scars and still has acne

-     Mask to hide acne, mask causes acne etc

-     Absolutely does not wash his face, or like splashes water on his face once a week

Pointy teeth bc I say so

Hes absolutely into cat girls,,,,

Dragonmaid body pillow,,,, I'm just saying

Has never owned an iPhone, only androids.

Bought a bunch of chains on amazon but never figured out how to clip them onto his pants

Surprisingly decent kisser despite the mass incel energy he radiates and his lack of literally any experience

Muu

Never went outside as a child

Always had a hair bow as a kid too

-     Like,,, 2 sides pulled to the back in a half ponytail kinda style

When she full on laughs, she snorts

Gets nails done, French manicures only tho

Sees herself as the Marinette but is absolutely the Chloe

Hates the feeling of sunscreen, so she only wears it in makeup containing SPF

All of her earrings are sterling silver because she’s sensitive to the other metals

Also owns lots of pearl jewelry.

Shidou

Lefthanded (this is prob canon tho, watch him use scissors in Throwdown)

Has a small tattoo in an easy to hide spot like lower back that matched with his S/O

-     Smth cute like matching flowers

Only ever wears boring colors (black, white, gray, navy)

-      That bird of paradise shirt is like the only colorful thing he wears, its from his S/O

Always has chapstick on him, also an avid lotion user

Has a lot of candles, specifically lavender or eucalyptus scented ones

Can drive

Collects vinyls

He’s never been big on cologne, but wears Acqua di Gio by Armani because he got it as a gift once and never ventured outside of it

Mahiru

Freckles!!!

Changes styles depending on who she's with but it's always ultrafem

Has a lot of makeup in the same shade but either drug store or like e.l.f.

Only paints her nails herself

Dollification thing,,,,,

Only into sun star sign astrology

-     "Whats an ascendant sign?"

Henna tattoos so she can constantly change them around to match her vibe

Laughs like a hyena

Puts anything and everything her S/O interacts with in a scrapbook

-     She only knew him for what 2 weeks? and already has at least 8 full scrapbooks

She’s kinda a shit kisser because she's just way too eager

Kazui

Buffzui is objectively correct but I hate it

Reading glasses

Dyes his hair to hide gray roots

-     Although he jokes ab being old he's actually super self conscious ab it

Red green colorblind

Sneezes like an old man

-     Earth shattering, trumpet nose blowing

Amane

Cuts her own hair with safety, kiddie scissors

-     That's why it's super choppy

Never owned any toys except for one teddy bear she's super attached to, but she hides him under her bed

Def broke a lot of bones when she was younger

Has really bad eyesight but bc of cult rejection of modern things and medicine, she just squints and thinks it's normal to not be able to see

Mikoto

Nose piercing, tongue piercing

Has a closet full of just shoes and a second FAT closet with a bunch of designer stuff

-     Where does he get them from??? How does he afford them??? Cause like isn't he basically fresh out of college (nobody knows)

-     Claims he knows ppl in the fashion industry

Def has tattoos

-     Birth flower (marigold) bleeding with a knife thru it (shoulder blade)

-     Hanged man tarot card tattoo BUT ITS ON FIRE (bicep)

-     There’s a really big one on his upper thigh that you can barely see when he wears ripped jeans (thinks it makes him look hot so he wears ripped jeans a lot)

-     There's def more I just don't want to think of more

Switch energy no cap  

Snores honk mimimimi

Dyes his hair a lot but only browns, blondes and black (no ginger mikoto)

He deserves lower lashes LIKE THE WHORE HE IS

Has a Poloroid camera, but didn’t realize he has to by the film separately so the camera just sits somewhere in his apartment

-     He thinks its broken

His favorite flavor to vape is Mango

Man is a very mid kisser like he uses way to much tongue (as much as this hurts me to admit)

Kotoko

Only owns 1 pair of running shoes and 1 pair of stompy boots

-    All others are unnecessary

Eyebrow piercing, right side so it's not covered up by her hair

Lower inner lip snake fangs tattoo, claw mark tattoo on her hip

-     Easy to hide places so she's less identifiable for vigilante stuff (ignore the piercings tho lmao)

Pegs men (??? blame Pluto)

Has 2 guitars, 1 is a hit trophy (bashed a guy in with it and kept it)

Shops at ragstock and hot topic only

Buff!!

Has huge ass feet

Only owns harsh eyeliner and black eyeshadow

[wdwmarveldisney]

Not Your Fault

Isaac Lahey x reader

Request by @castieltheasstiel -So the reader is Isaac’s girlfriend and friends with Stiles, she lives with her dad (not really included in the story tho) and her mom is super emotionally abusive and she’s been stalking the reader via social media and stuff (because they live in different towns) and she’s been harassing her with txts and the reader is hanging out with the pack and she gets a txt from her and her mood like instantly changes and so Isaac takes her into a different room so they can talk and reader just completely breaks down and just sobs into Isaac’s arms and he’s just there for her and helps her.

Summary: Isaac’s there to remind you what’s happen is not your fault.

Masterlist

A/N: Okay took longer than expected but I had a busy couple of days so that didn’t help. I hope this is okay.

GIF isn’t mine

Everything had been going great, for the most part. The pack hadn't been facing too much danger, your relationship with Isaac was going steady and you were happy. But then the universe had to go and hurt you again. It was like you could never be happy for too long, something always had to come along and ruin it. If it wasn't some normal bad day then it was a wild supernatural that wanted to kill you. Or in this case, it was your emotionally abusive mother who was blowing your phone up with text after text. You had thousands of missed calls and unanswered messages that you couldn't bring yourself to even look at. With the fact that nothing bad was actually happening to the pack, you had opted out of confiding with anyone, not wanting to spoil the break from fighting with your pain.

Isaac had picked up on it though, you could tell. He never pushed you to say anything but he knew something was up and you knew he was desperately trying to hold back any questions. You wanted to tell him but Isaac had enough bad experience with parents as it is and dragging him into your family drama was not the way to go. So you kept to yourself and shut him out of that. You didn't even tell your dad, he had had enough with your mother and whenever her name was mentioned then he'd completely lose it. He basically hated her for the things she did and you didn't need his lectures on not talking to her and not having to do with her. Telling the pack wasn't a option too since they'd want to find to fix things and sometimes there just wasn't.

That's why, as you sat with the pack, laughing and joking, none of them knew of your buzzing phone. You hadn't looked yet, not wanting to sour your mood. Kira made a quick comment about Stiles' apparent 'emergency' that had everyone laughing at the annoyed boy when Isaac pulled you a little closer. His nose brushed by your ear and you held his hand tighter when he began to mumble to you, "Why does your phone keep going off?" It was like your heart stopped and you were so happy that none of the werewolves turned to you with concerned looks at your sudden panic. Apparently someone knew about the buzzing phone. As he moved down to rest his head on your shoulder, your hand went up to play with his hair, "Don't know," you lied and Isaac simply nodded as you slipped your phone out to try and turn off the vibration setting. But as you opened it up, another message came through.

Your smile fell and you licked your lips as you willed back tears. Just ignore it, you just had to ignore it is what you told yourself as you turned of the buzzing and put your phone back into your pocket. Your hand found Isaac's and you began to trace the lines on his palm and fingers. He sat a little taller, immediately picking up on the action and knowing it was something you did when anxious or upset, he moved to stand up. He held his hand out for you and you took it since you had guessed he had picked up on your switched mood. Scott leaned forward a bit with a raised as you stood, everyone having the same confused face, "You guys okay?"

"We'll be a sec," Isaac told them as he lead you out of the room and you sent a forced half smile to all of them. He took you to a room upstairs that you didn't recognise but that didn't matter. Isaac sat on the bed and pulled you next to him before laying back with you in his arms. It was a just comfortable as you nestled into his chest and he drew little stars on your arms to calm you down. But the tears built up regardless and you were struggling to hold them back. "I'm sorry," you finally broke, tears falling as you hid your face away. You couldn't believe you were crying to Isaac when you swore you wouldn't bother him with this kind of stuff. "Don't apologise. Really, I just want to know what's wrong," his voice was quiet and gentle, trying not to spook you. Fighting the instinct to shut him out, you shifted so your voice wouldn't be muffled, "Just some family stuff. My mum's been-"

"Your mum?" You could feel him tense and looked up to see his frustrated face. Actually, it seemed more like a suppressed rage that he was so desperately trying to hide from you. "Yeah. She's, um, she's just been texting me and stuff," his eyes grew darker and he sat up with you. You saw his jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth and you didn't need to be a werewolf to know that Isaac was pissed. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?" His voice was sweet and caring anymore, more like a harsh snap at you that made you flinch back lightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to-" Rushing to explain yourself, you missed the way his face dropped at the flinch and how he held his hands up with a sorrowful look on his face, "No wait, don't apologise. I didn't mean to scare you," Isaac reached out and wrapped his arms tightly around you before resting his forehead against the top of your head.

Once more, you broke and began to cry again, holding him just as tight. "I don't know what I did. Why does she hate me?" Isaac felt his heartbreak as one of his hands came to the back of your head to hold you closer, rocking the two of you slightly. "She doesn't deserve you, you know that right? You did nothing wrong," he whispered back, eyes screwing shut as he pushed back all the anger flooding his veins. He was so close to losing control just purely from the thought of her hurting you but he couldn't because you needed him right now. He yearned to make your mum pay for the pain she had caused but right now, you just needed him to be there for you.

"Then why doesn't she love me? Why doesn't she care? I have to have done something," Isaac shook his head, pulling away to hold your wrists and talk to you a little more directly. He hated that you thought you could deserve this in some way. "No, okay? You didn't do shit, this isn't your fault. It's her twisted mind, not you, understand?" You gave a weak nod, slightly scared by how determined he was to get you to agree. He seemed desperate, his grip probably harder than he intended. “Okay, good. C’mere,” his hands dropped from your face and he pulled you close again, swaying once more. As Isaac held his hand out for you to fiddle with, you couldn’t help but grin slightly. Yeah maybe things weren’t exactly best right now for you but you had Isaac. You felt so lucky to have him by your side.

[ghostly-writers]

Missing Piece.

Maritza took a long drag of her cigarette and leaned against the wall of the dusty and dirty alleyway behind the hardware store in their town. She was waiting for something to happen, even if it was just a dog running into a tree with a little old lady trailing after it. Trinity was probably with her ‘boyfriend ’ Maritza scoffed at the word it felt sour and foreign on her tongue. Like that one time when Ezo had dared her to eat a whole lemon when they were at a house party. She took another drag. The town was decently quiet with virtually no people around, only the wind that ruffled her shirt and hair. She had drenched herself in rose-smelling perfume for some strange reason and was regretting coming here but oh well. She'd made plenty of bad decisions in her life. Maritza was confused by the world and why she wasn’t some perfect robot the American government had tried to shape. She wasn’t a traditional girl and she was certainly not going to be a ‘housewife’ married to some man who just wanted kids. She would spit on anyone grave who dared tell her what to do with her life. Maritza stopped to think for a second she didn’t know why she didn’t want a husband or any man for that matter. Why she gagged at the thought of a boyfriend and the thought of a husband she had always felt like something was missing deep inside her. Maybe she wasn’t meant to fall in love, maybe she was never going to have that honour. She always felt jealous if she ever saw Trinity with her boyfriend or with anyone other than her. But her heart would sore and her stomach would fill with butterfly-like feelings like she was going to be sick but in a nice way if that made sense? Maritza searched in her pocket for her phone and pulled it out her lips pursed as she flicked through her contacts trying to find someone to text and maybe annoy. She flicked the bud of her cigarette against the wall the ashy paper falling away. 

She brought it up for another drag when she heard a faint cough from behind her. She turned her head and spied Trinity who had streaks of mascara down her face. “Hey Mari" she said voice cracking Maritza felt her heart leap she walked forward and flicked her cigarette away she gently cupped Trinity’s cheeks he eyebrows knitted in concern. “What’s wrong? I thought you were with yo-” she was cut off by Trinity’s whose tears splashed on Maritza's hands “I…I’m not with him anymore” she took a shaky breath in and bit her lip “he cheated on me”. Maritza felt a wave of anger come over her and she grit her teeth “he what!?” she didn’t care what anyone said she was going to strangle that little good for nothing- “Mari please stop” Maritza snapped out of her racing mind and looked at Trinity who was staring at her. “Pease I don’t want any trouble”. Maritza calmed down. Tho her anger didn’t go away she leaned forward slightly and said “sorry... I just got really upset”. Trinity let out a laugh and led Maritza back into the ally and pushed her against the wall. “Anyway…” she started but trailed off “I don’t think he was the one”. Maritza froze her brain trying to process what was happening. Her stomach felt as if it was on a rollercoaster. “w-what do you mean?” she asked. Trinity smiled and cupped her cheeks and leaned in their lips meeting. Maritza melted into the kiss she tasted like ice cream and bubblegum. Trinity closed her eyes and kept kissing before they pulled apart “I think I was meant to be with you” Maritza smiled and went back in for another kiss. Love was a puzzle and Trinity was the missing piece she was the part of her that was missing.

[tgirlhawkins]

Top 5 swords(wo)men ? Top 5 headcanon about Kisame ?

josh aaahh THANK U FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT MY BOYS

top 5 swordsmen

Zabuza and kisame, get to share a spot because they are the most plot-shaking characters and i am deeply emotionally attached to both of them. zabuza is the original kiri dad and had the best arc in this whole series and also TWO of the best moments from any non-protagonist (running through the missing nin to cut off gato’s head WITH HIS TEETH and “i wish i could go to where you have gone”). and kisame who is so disillusioned with his homeland, who is loyal til the end who hates the way he looks and the things he’s done but cares for the people around him, he is enormous and full of love and watching him fight and even just interact with people is such a treat

idk if we’re counting boruto characters but Buntan Kurosuki, arguably the only one of those kids who has any right to wield those swords and I’m not talking about birthright i am talking about skill. she fucks shit up!! and god does she have so much going on; she’s a filler character but she feels like a fully realized person with layers to her. she’s my daughter and i love her and i hope this arc ends well for her ;w;

raiga. i want to hit him with a truck, i want to do questionably ethical experiments on him, i want to give him a hug

ameyuri >W< more evidence that short people are more unhinged because they’re closer to hell. i have a screenshot of her saved on my desktop just so i can look at her every once in awhile. four feet ten inches of rage and lightning 

I’m going to put jinpachi and kushimaru together because fuck it. they’re so chaotic and i like that they either were constantly sewing/blowing each other up in life or when they became undead they immediately incorporated their regeneration into their strategy, that’s cool as fuck. they have really neat powers and they’re bloodthirsty and look awesome :)

kisame headcanons (i don’t even have that many my dude I’m going 2 be honest but here we go)

he won best tits in the akatsuki the second year he joined and then every year since

he thinks he’s so unattractive but 90% of the people he’s ever worked with have a little crush on him, reasons range from he’s so nice and polite to it’s incredibly sexy to watch him fight to they’re a monsterfucker. the uh. the other 10% were victims of his bluntness or possibly his sword

he tells itachi dad jokes. he has at least one joke book. the “mighty stupid looking guy” line was but a small sample the audience got. this started after he left the mist because like so many others he went looking for a coping mechanism and found laughter :) much healthier than some other people i could mention.

he’ll go to nail salons when he can. likes to be pampered a little bit -w- maybe it’s itachi rubbing off on him, bc he likes em too.

the ocean is his happy place. he’s spent days on end down there, it can make him sick bc even tho he can breathe underwater (a bonus headcanon??) he’s still warm blooded and still susceptible to motion sickness. but he loves being down there because things make sense. creatures are born, and if they reach maturity they mate and then they die. no one’s waging war on anyone else. his taxonomic recognition is unmatched too, he knows exactly what all the fish around kiri are and whether they’re a danger to your health.

[yourmidnightlover]

holding hands

never stop loving me part 2 :)

summary - after reader and spencer make it home safe and almost sound, spencer decides to show her just how much he loves her touch.

tw - smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (yea, ik i do this a lot), teasing?, fingering, oral (female receiving), soft dom!spencer, fluff

wc - 2,671

a/n - you could totally read this as a stand alone piece, just know that spencer is kinda in the doghouse rn bc he said mean things to reader abt her being all touchy and annoying (even tho she isn’t). happy reading 😌

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spencer had said he was going to make it up to you.

did he know how yet? not really. would he figure out how? absolutely.

you had been rather distant after you had solved the case and on the plane ride back home. you still sat beside him, but you didn't make any move to touch him or lay your head on him as you normally would. maybe it was because you just didn't feel like it, but spencer knew better than to think that.

"do you want to order takeout tonight?" you turned towards him to ask the question.

"yea, of course we can," he agreed, his arm reaching around your body to pull you closer to him. he felt you stiffen under his touch. "are you alright?" it was his turn to look at you, you nodded up at him.

"i'm alright," you clarified, giving him a tight-lipped smile that wasn't very convincing. eventually, you settled into his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder and succumbing to the sleep you needed.

when you woke up, it was to spencer swatting away morgan's hand while shushing him.

"morgan, she needs her rest in order to heal properly!" he whisper-yelled while trying to move morgan's hand away but failing. "don't touch her, only i can!" he clarified, morgan threw his hands up in defense as he turned to sit back down.

"y'know you get more protective than i thought you would be," morgan shrugged with a chuckle.

"what's that mean?" spencer argued defensively.

"it means that princess there is well taken care of. you just don't seem like the possessive type of guy," he reiterated as he pulled out his headphones.

"i'm not being possessive," he defended himself. "i'm being a good boyfriend by not letting you wake her up just so you can ask her a ridiculous question," spencer looked down at you in your peaceful sleeping position.

you hadn't slept well in the hospital. spencer knew this because each time he went to sleep you were awake, and you would be awake when he woke back up. the night before you were in the hospital he heard you cry yourself to sleep and you woke up before him. so, in his mind, you needed as much rest as possible if you wanted to heal properly.

that, and he wanted to feel you cuddled against him as you slept for the first time in a week.

"i think it's more than that, genius," the bald man scoffed.

"what do you think it is?" spencer sassed.

"well, i think it has something to do with the fact that you and pretty girl there," he nodded towards you, "were in a fight and you missed her."

spencer sighed, "is it that obvious?" he used his free hand to move a piece of hair from your face, his hand lingering there for a second longer.

"look, kid, i may or may not have heard what happened thanks to a little someone. you should let her know how much she means to you, alright? she's probably feeling like you're doubting your relationship because of her, so make sure she knows that she's it for you," he advised his curly-headed friend.

"she's not 'it' for me, derek," spencer sighed once more. "she's my everything."

you stirred in your 'sleep' to alert them of your presence, slowly sitting up in an attempt to not hurt yourself.

"hey, princess," spencer whispered, moving that same annoying strand of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"mmm... hi," you stretched your arms over spencer so you wouldn't hit him. "how long until we land?"

"about half an hour," he informed you, whispering as the other team members slept. "if you'd like to go back to sleep i'll wake you up before we land."

"i'm alright, thank you," you smiled.

you could be mad at him while being a nice person. you just didn't know if you were ready to get over what he had said to you.

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you had gone straight home after landing, permittable by hotch who saw how tired the two of you were.

both of you were laying together on the couch, you slightly on top of spencer because of your still bruised rib that slightly hurt, he angled his head down and started kissing your neck softly. your breathing got heavier, your breaths being few and far between as your hands reached back to grasp spencer's curls.

"spence?" you asked, more like whispered. he continued his actions, the only thing that signified he actually heard you being a small hum against your skin. "i-i... can we...?" you trailed off, not sure how to ask for what you wanted.

"can we what, princess?" he asked his hands reaching around to the front of your body, lightly ghosting over your bare legs.

"you know what, spencer," you huffed in annoyance as you rolled your eyes. he squeezed your thigh firm enough to know he had done it, but gentle enough to know it wouldn't leave any marks that were too bad.

"and you know better than to roll your eyes at me," he whispered in your ear, nipping gently at your lobe. "now... tell me exactly what you want."

"i want whatever you'll give me," you turned your face towards him, giving him your best puppy dog eyes before adding, "please?" you pursed your bottom lip into a pouty position.

that was apparently the magic word because as soon as they had left your mouth, you could have sworn you heard spencer growl in your ear before continuing to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving his marks all over your body. you felt his erection twitch in his pants as you whimpered from the touch of his lips on you which spurred you to grind your ass against his hips. he grabbed your hips to still their movement before sitting up with you, slowly as to make sure he didn't hurt your ribs.

"can you walk to the room by yourself?" he asked in his normal, sweet, non-dominating spencer voice, to which you nodded your head yes as you began to walk where he had asked.

you knelt by the door naked in wait for him, hoping he'd give you something to take your mind off of your injury. when he walked in, he could've sworn he felt his heart grow with even more love for you, something he thought was already impossible.

"princess, why're you on the floor?" he questioned, kneeling down to get eye level with you.

"why isn't your dick in my mouth?" you countered, a smirk growing on your face.

"i was gonna be nice tonight since you're not well so i wouldn't push it, doll," he gave you a stern look that told you to watch it. "i still have some making up to do, i believe?" your smile returned even brighter than before as he helped you back to your feet and into the bed.

once you were comfortable, he was practically worshipping your body with each kiss and hum against your body.

"i can't imagine never touching you again, y/n," he made his way down to your chest, his lips wrapping around your nipple. he gently tugged on it with his teeth before releasing it and doing the same to the other one.

"these tits," he sucked a hickey onto one of them before moving to the other.

"this stomach," he kissed all over your torso, being extremely careful of your bruises as your hands around through his locks once more.

"love the way it feels when i lay on it," he made his way down to your thighs, loving the way you squirmed underneath his touch. he hovered right over the place you wanted most and gently bit down on your thigh, your hips bucking upward subtly from the shock.

"god, these thighs," he huffed as he squeezed them once more. "love the feeling of them wrapping around my head when i'm between them."

"then how about you get between them, then?" you sighed sarcastically, your neediness getting the better of you

"so very impatient," he mocked before pressing one final kiss to your inner thigh. "but what the princess wants, the princess gets. for now, at least."

he licked a thick stripe up your slit, tantalizingly slow just to hear the whimpers that left your lips from the feeling. your hands flew to his hair, gripping it tight as he continued to lap at your pussy.

"so good, sir," you moaned out. "please don't stop. don't stop!" you cried as his lips wrapped around your clit. "uh- right there! yes!" you shouted as your thighs strained to remain still. "yes! oh fuck, yes!" you yelled as the high hit you like a train, his hands grasped your hips so they would stay in place, working you through that euphoria. "oh, thank you, thank you so much..." you trailed off, running your hands through his hair once more as he began making his way up your body, peppering kisses all around you.

"mmm, you did so good for me, y/n," he praised before connecting your lips to his in a passionate kiss. you whimpered into his mouth greedily. "someone's eager, yea princess?" he chuckled. you nodded your head as you bit your lip. "what do you want? i need you to tell me," he whispered, his hands trailing down your body once more and connecting with your sensitive center.

"pl-please," you whined, your hips bucking into his hand. "you, i want you," you informed him as if he hadn't already known.

"you have me now," he chuckled.

"no, no. i want you inside me," you pouted, your hands pulling the hair at the nape of his neck for punctuation.

"you want me inside you?" he asked as he pushed his fingers inside you, your mouth widening to form an 'o' from the surprise. "there, i'm inside you," he teased once more as he began thrusting his fingers in and out. you held onto his arm, a way to ground yourself so you could stil talk without sounding like a baby.

"your- i want your... shit... your dick. i want your dick inside me, please," you practically begged as his fingers began curling inside of you in that perfect spot.

"ohh, is that what you meant?" he asked like a smart ass, you couldn't find it in you to be a brat about it, so you just nodded your head as he worked you through your second orgasm of the night.

"yes! ohhh, fuck, yes," your hips rutted up against his hand from the pleasure. "please, please," you asked once more. "can you please just fuck me now? i want your cock..."

"aww, of course, princess," he said with a bright smile.

he got up from the bed only to remove himself of his remaining clothes before adjusting himself, lining his dick up with your center. he ran his dick through your already wet folds before slowly pushing himself inside of you, knowing you'd still need to adjust to his length.

"so beautiful, y/n," he grasped your hands, interlacing your fingers with his as he began to push himself inside you once more.

it might've been the feeling of being in submission for him, but you felt overcome with emotions. the intimacy of the moment you were sharing was more than just the sex you normally had. it was beautiful. the way he looked at you with awe each time he thrust himself back inside of you. the way you held onto his hands tightly in order to tell yourself that it was real... that he was real.

"god, i love you," he groaned as he kissed you fervently, his pace still set relatively slower than usual. "so much, y/n."

"i love- i love you," you moaned, removing your hands from his only so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling his body closer to yours. "spence, spence i'm so close," you whined in his ear, which only egged him on.

"i've got you, y/n," he pulled back to look at you as you came on his dick. "let go. let go for me," he moved a piece of hair from your face once more as your mouth flew open in pure bliss. your nails dug into his back as your pussy clenched around him, bringing upon his own orgasm, spurts of his releasing covering your walls. "fuck, y/n," he groaned, burying his neck into your shoulder before you pulled it out, wanting to observe him in such a vulnerable state.

"i love you," you whispered, only him able to hear it.

"i love you," he whispered back, pressing your foreheads together as he caught his breath.

when he managed to pull out, he found a new pair of underwear and pulled them on before going to grab you a fresh pair of his clothes to wear to sleep - you liked that they smelled like him, it helped you sleep better.

"where're you goin'?" you whined from the bed, trying to sit up abruptly but only finding a shooting pain going through your abdomen.

"shhh," he whispered, rushing to the side of the bed to guide you back to laying down. his hands found your shoulders and right before he was going to release them, you grabbed his hands.

"are you leaving me again?" you asked pitifully, tears welling in your eyes.

"no, sweetheart," he furrowed his brows. "i'm never going to leave you," he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"i know... i know i can be annoying like you said and i'm working on it," you looked down at your hands, which were now in your lap. "just please be patient?"

"you don't need to work on anything," he wiped the tears from your cheeks. "i never should have said those things to you, whether or not i was upset. i'm so sorry i made you doubt yourself," you found yourself wiping his own tears away. "now let's get you into the bathroom, okay?" you nodded as he helped you get up, guiding you to the bathroom to relieve yourself.

while you were doing your business, he went and got you that change of clothes you needed and brought them to you once you were done. he used a damp, warm washcloth to clean up between your legs and made sure to wash your face for you. he helped you get changed, letting you use him as a balancing bar, and then directed you back to the bed. he rest his head on his pillow, looking over and seeing you still on your side of the bed, not curling up into him as you usually do.

"y/n," he whispered. "i know you're probably still mad at me, which is totally fine because just because we had sex doesn't mean i'm done making it up to you. but... it's kind of harder to sleep without you cuddling with me than i thought. so if you're alright with it can we just..." he trailed off.

"spence?" you asked with a giggle.

"hmm?"

"i'm not supposed to sleep on my stomach or side," you held back a laugh, knowing it would hurt. "i mean, i'm glad we're on the same page about you still making it up to me, but it's kinda doctor's orders that i don't sleep like that."

"oh..." he bit his lip, trying to keep himself from feeling too embarrassed. "right. can we hold hands while we sleep then?" he asked, acting as if he had found a loophole.

"now who's touchy?" you joked, hurting your stomach from the laughter but finding that it was worth it.

"ha-ha," he mocked. "very funny, y/n," he groaned.

"yes, darling," you joked once more. "of course we can hold hands while we sleep."

and you did.

and for the first night in a week, you slept peacefully.

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