#honestly idk why I tagged it as theories but it’s fairly close i guess

[queen-vv]

each number that is 1 more than a prime number

Oooh, I've run Ridorana Lighthouse enough in my time for some prime numbers

3. do you leave the window open at night?

Nope, at least not at the moment! Close that shit, don't want bugs coming in or the sound of my neighbours on either side working loudly on their bikes and cars

4. which cryptyd being do you believe in?

TSUCHINOKO REAL!!!! My personal theory is that Tsuchinoko could actually be a legless lizard in the skink family, like look at these little guys:

if you took away the legs that'd be exactly what tsuchinoko looks like. (blue tongued skink images just off your favourite search engine)

The skink family does have a number of legless members, and these particular blue tongued skinks that are the most shaped come from Australia which isn't super far away from Japan (<- flawed thinking I know), as well as Skinks generally having a fairly broad range throughout Asia, Australia and the Americas, so if there was a tsuchinoko I think it would be something like a one of these little fellows.

Also I'm a big big fan of the Flatwoods Monster, though that's an alien not a UMA and I don't believe it actually existed, but I'm a big fan of it's legacy in media and I think she's just a funny shaped friend out there. and my wife.

6. why did you do that?

Oh, sorry, I just love reptiles...

8. how many water bottles are in your room right now?

Just 1, and honestly it needs a clean.

10. would you slaughter the rich?

FUCK YEAH

12. what kind of day is it?

Hmm don't know yet. A Tuesday sort of day.

14. do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

FUCK YEAH

18. what hair products do you use?

Nothing special really. My hair is naturally soft and beautiful so I don't need much ;p

20. do you say soda or pop?

Worse, they're just 'fizzy drinks'. I believe this is the norm in the UK, a deeply unserious place in every respect.

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

Hmmm dunno, chatting about something or other I guess... Talking world building probably :p

28. do you wear a mask?

I don't really go out much, but I do when I need to.

30. is there dishes in your room?

There is one, because I just finished my breakfast right before typing this lol

32. do you have a favorite towel?

I do! A nice large one that has desaturated green and blue and grey stripes, I always use it when I shower or whatever.

38. a soap bar that smells good?

Uhhhh idk I don't use bar soap, but I guess a vanilla one would smell nice, among others.

40. did you have any snacks today?

I'm only just finished breakfast so not yet lol

42. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Uhhhhhh idk, I have an instagram to keep up with friends but I loathe to use it.

44. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

Aww only one? I'd have to think very long and hard about which person I could do the most good by killing.... idk, needs more thought lol

48. when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

Hmmm I actually don't know, it's pretty normal to have a little bit of alcohol when you're very young here, so it could've been when I was like 6 or something.

50. can i tag you in random stuff?

Sure!

Ok I think those were all the prime numbers, I may have a few vuln stacks and damage downs but eh, I'll be fine :p

Thank you!!

[agnes-come-back-challenge]

I Am Once Again Thinking About Hilltop Road so I'm gonna just. Put all the information we have on it here? It might not be super organized or anything, I'm mostly just needing to put it down somewhere. This is gonna be super long, sorry. Oh, also information will go up to MAG 195, so be aware of that if you don't want spoilers.

Things with ~ next to them have less to back them up, but are still maybe important

Several entities are involved in Hilltop Road

The Web - Raymond Fielding owned/owns the house, the web table was there, the whole spider-in-the-basement thing (from both 59 and 114), spiders in the apple (8), brought Anya Villette down to the basement, etc

The Desolation - Agnes Montague lived there, the house burned down, the house heated up significantly when Ivo Lensik/Father Edwin Burroughs was there

The Spiral - Father Edwin Burroughs was def attacked by the Spiral, Anya Villette's experience with the dust covers, Ivo Lensik's dad was attacked by Michael, Helen was trying to lead Marcus Mackenzie into Hilltop (146)

The End - both Agnes and Fielding came back as ghosts what more do you need

The Dark~ - Anya Villette described the crack in the basement as so dark it made her teeth hurt, Ivo Lensik described the tree as having weird shadows, the lights were very dim when Anya Villette was cleaning it

The Vast~ - Jon said Looking at Hilltop Road gave him vertigo (I think he also said it was mostly the web not the vast, but)

The remaining entities are: Eye, Hunt, Slaughter, Buried, Corruption, Stranger, Flesh, Lonely

Father Edwin Burroughs (19-20)

Went to do an exorcism Bethany O'Connor, who was being targeted by the Spiral

Bethany attacked one of her roommates (Slaughter) and ended up in the hospital

Bethany was not legally living in 89 Bullingdon Road as she claimed (???)

When Father Edwin Burroughs performed the exorcism, Bethany died and whatever was targeting her began targeting him

Entities that marked Father Edwin Burroughs

Desolation - lost the ability to pray/seek comfort in his religion, Hilltop Road tried to burn him

Spiral - stopped being able to tell what was real, the accidental cannibalism thing, only hearing the bell, etc

Web~ - something spoke through him. Made him say "I am not for you. I am marked." (???????????????)

Eye - Father Singh knew all of his sins

Stranger~ - Father Singh wasn't Father Singh, the "people" that attended his Spiral-y Sunday mass (a lot of the time other entities have Stranger vibes though so this is inconclusive)

Lonely - When he ran away from Father Singh the streets were deserted

Web~ - even though his will was his own he didn't feel like he could choose to do anything but go along with things

The Flesh~ - even if it was Spiral induced, cannibalism is very Flesh

I think Father Edwin Burroughs was not Hilltop Road (aka the Web)'s original target, based on the fact that he said "I am not for you. I am marked." Marked probably refers to entity marks, right? So who is "I"? Raymond, maybe since he's Web and he owns the house? But of course he's marked, he's an avatar, and that isn't exactly relevant.

So if Father Edwin Burroughs wasn't the original target, who was? Probably Ivo Lensik. His dad had been attacked (and killed) by Michael, he had an encounter with Raymond's ghost, which was somewhere between the End (it was Raymond's ghost), the Web (it was Raymond's ghost), the Spiral (his main fear was that he was schizophrenic), and possibly the Desolation (Raymond left burn marks, also the Web and the Desolation are linked).

The Giant Spider Monster that’s apparently just chilling in the basement

Ronald Sinclair saw the people who had left the halfway house had been made into spiced egg sacks either by or with help from Raymond Fielding

Anya Villette was pulled into an alternate reality by a Giant Spider Monster that was inside a creepy dark crack in the foundation

The egg sacks imply that there are potentially multiple Giant Spider Monsters~

When Basira and Jon arrived at Hilltop Road the Mr Spider statement tape* was playing, which means they might meet Mr Spider

* This isn’t the first time this has happened, either, but that gets into some more general Web stuff not specifically HTR stuff, so I’m gonna let that be its own post

[iwriteficsnottragediesladies]

Soldier Girl pt 4

A/N: Alright, here’s part 4! Maybe smut. @multifandom-slytherin  @melonandtheirfictionalcharacters @beeboatthedxsco (Also: here are people I have on a tag list but idk why, so let me know if you are supposed to be on it or not. Sorry to bother you if you didn’t want to be tagged! @opheren @zimeah @staticpalmvibes)

You were all sitting around on the bus on your way to Indiana, chatting happily. Everyone had a beer in hand, so spirits were high and conversation was loose. You and Zack talked about the venue and how they were going to avoid a situation like back in Ohio. The focus moved to you.

“Honestly Y/n,” Kenny joked, “I think girls are so jealous of you, you should have your own security detail!”

“Yes, apparently I’m not here because I am good at my job, but because I must be screwing all of you.” Everyone laughed.

“Seriously,” Dallon added, “I’m fairly sure our entire fan base believes that you are some sort of sex goddess and that’s why we keep you around.”

“Well first of all,” You pointed at him, “I am a sex goddess,” you smirk, about to continue.

“Oh, so we should all be screwing you then,” Brendon interrupts humorously.

“Exactly,” You point at him conclusively. Oh shit. You are more tipsy than you thought and you said that way more seriously than you meant to. You laugh to make them think it’s a joke, and they join in, oblivious. It wasn’t a joke.

You catch Brendon looking at you with this certain... look he gives you sometimes. You realize he set you up for that comment on purpose! Goddamn him. Ever since that time in the bathroom, you find him watching you every once and a while with that same certain look, too. You wonder if the boys have noticed his interest in you or if it was all in your head. You shake it off and ignore it.

“I don’t get it,” You continued, “No one ever accuses you guys of sleeping with Zack! Your Bi, and the rest of you all seem so fucking... ‘heteroflexible’, so why do fans not have theories about you?” You look to Zack.

“I haven’t hit the fanfiction circuit yet, I guess,” He chuckled.

It did truly annoy you--some people couldn’t believe that you toured with Panic solely because you’re good at what you do. They thought there must be some other strings attached. You have your job because you’re damn fucking good at it, not because you give out sexual favors.

It’s been a point of interest to fans ever since you joined the boys: what is your relationship to them? Are you dating any of them? Fucking any of them? Some of them concocted theories that Dallon cheats on Breezy with you. Usually though, the general gossip-consensus was that you were secretly with Brendon.

All things considered though, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if the gossip-consensus for some reason... you know... came true or something... Oh my god you need to stop thinking about Brendon like this. You can’t help it though! Especially the way he looks at you, or how he gets closer to you than he needs to be sometimes.

When you got to the arena in Indiana, everything went smoothly. Zack took the boys to the meet and greet and you hung back in the dressing room. You thought back to the conversation you had on the bus. You remembered what Zack had said:

“I haven’t hit the fanfiction circuit yet, I guess.”

You wondered: had you hit the ‘fanfiction circuit’ yet? You had never really thought about it. The curiosity got the best of you and you pulled out your laptop. You typed in ‘Y/n/Brendon Urie fanfiction’ and pressed enter. You held your breath.

Oh my god.

There were endless results popping up. You opened one and started reading. It was a cute story about you meeting each other for the first time and him asking you out. You saw another one, labeled ‘smut’ and you swallowed hard. You couldn’t possibly read it. But you couldn���t possibly stop yourself from reading it. You open it and start to read. It’s the best mistake you have ever made.

You’re barely through the second paragraph and you’re wet. You think of all the time you spend alone with Brendon and how easily any of these scenarios could unfold. You start to really imagine what it would be like...

Taking off each other’s clothes. His hands touching your body. His breath on your skin. Your hands tangled in his dark hair...

The door to the room suddenly opens and you conceal how startled you are. The boys have returned. You shut the computer screen and greet them as if nothing had happened. You let a couple minutes pass to prevent any suspicion and then you excuse yourself to the bathroom.

Once behind the closed door, you let out a sigh of relief. You really need to clean yourself up. You then wash your hands and take a good look at yourself in the mirror, dragging your hands down your face in dismay. What were you going to do? You sigh and walk back out into the room.

Everyone is sitting around talking, but your eyes immediately fall onto Brendon. He has your computer on his lap and he’s looking at you.

You never closed the firefox window. Dread and embarrassment washes over you. You can’t read his expression, but it’s gone in a flash anyway, because Zack is trying to talk to him.

“Brendon?” Zack yells at him. Brendon finally pays attention. “Did you look up the directions?” He hesitates and looks back to the screen, typing away before answering.

“Mhm,” He replied to Zack, “It’s almost 20 minutes away.”

“Okay, sounds good,” Zack nods. The boys appear to be agreeing on something.

“Yeah,” Brendon started, “I’m actually going to hang back if that’s okay. I feel a post-beer nap coming on.” He smiled.

“Seriously?” Zack questions him, perturbed,

“I need beauty sleep!” Brendon replied.

“Whatever, at least now we don’t need an XL uber,” Zack rolled his eyes. “Do you mind staying, Y/n?” Zack asks you, “We can bring you something back?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” You reply. You don’t even know what they’re talking about, but you don’t really care. Zack realizes they didn’t fill you in.

“Princess Dallon is in need of coffee and is demanding Starbucks only,” He reported. “And apparently Princess Brendon needs ‘beauty sleep’ so he needs supervision.”

You laughed nervously.

“Oh okay,” You tried to be normal, but your thoughts were swirling. Was Brendon mad? Did he even see it? Are things going to be awkward forever?

“I have summoned the Uber!” Dallon announced in a regal voice. Zack shook his head, wondering how he ended up working with a bunch of weirdos.

“Alright, text me if you guys want anything,” Zack said. You nod and they all leave.

You sit down on the other end of Brendon’s couch, your back against the armrest.

“Okay mister, get your beauty sleep,” You tell him, trying to act natural.

“You have an interesting use of google on your computer there, Y/n” He said flatly.

You freeze. You can’t tell what he’s thinking. Is he about to scold you? Oh god, what do you do? You can pretend like you don’t know what he’s talking about. No, he clearly saw it and he’s not stupid.

“Oh, I didn’t...” You begin to string together nonsensical, poor excuses. They fell from your mouth and you didn’t even breathe in between, you just kept talking to the ground. “I think the boys... I thought it was something else... I didn’t even read it, it was just open... Maybe I clicked it by accident or something--”

“Y/n.”

You stop and realize Brendon is sitting directly in front of you.

“Did you like reading it?” He asks, his voice low and husky.

What the fuck is happening right now? Is this what you think it is? Is this a trick question? It didn’t matter, because your idiot-self is already responding. You’re nodding slowly, still searching his face for some sort of confirmation that your fantasy is coming true.

“Do you like this?” He asks darkly, eyes still locked on yours. He starts to move and places his hand on your thigh, inching it up a bit. You quickly glance down to confirm what he is doing.

You blink slowly and nod, your breath hitching. He sits up on his knees and pretty much straddles your lap. He puts a hand to your cheek.

“Are you sure?” He ask gently, “We don’t--”

“I’m sure,” you cut him off. He smirks just a bit.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He says, repeating his original thought that he shared with you in Ohio. He brings his face closer to yours.

“Brendon,” you whisper, unable to think of anything to say. The silence that has fallen on your lips is met with his own. He kisses you so gently it hurts. You want more.

You sit up a bit more to push your body against his, wrapping an arm around him. You kiss him more deeply and end up pushing him back, laying him down on the couch. He is perfectly happy to have you on top of him like this.

He slips his hands underneath your shirt and holds your waist. You pull your shirt off and Brendon follows. You unhook your bra, tossing it aside. You lay your bare chest down against his and go right back to kissing him. He slides his hands up and holds your breasts.

One of your legs is between his and you grind down on his thigh. He bends his knee to bring his thigh closer to you and as you grind down again you whimper against his lips. You reach down and stroke the crotch of his pants, his hard-on already evident. After a moment, he pulls back from your lips.

“How much do you want to do?” He asks you.

“I don’t know,” You trail off, looking down at him with question.

“It’s up to you,” he responds. You can tell by the look on his face that it really is up to you--he is willing to go all the way.

“All of it,” You whisper, kind of embarrassed by your own desperation. The way he looks at you erases any embarrassment from your mind, as he’s clearly just as excited as you are.

You begin to take off your shorts and he scoots out of his. You sit up and place yourself down onto the bulge in his boxers, the wetness in your panties soaking through them. You make one move.

You shudder and he grunts, pushing your hips down onto him harder. You find a rhythm, rolling yourself onto him, back and forth, up and down. God, you could cum on him just doing that. You slow to a stop and lean down to kiss him again before pausing. He knows what you’re thinking.

“The black bag,” He gestures to the back pack on the coffee table, “Front pocket,” He smiles a little. You lean over to reach it and he holds your hips to keep you steady. You unzip the small compartment and sure enough, a condom is right there for the taking. You lay back and hand it to him.

He looks very pleased to be taking over the situation.

You lift your hips and remove your panties and he takes a moment to get out of his boxers as well. You try not to stare as you see his cock for the first time. It’s not a bad dick... It’s an amazing one. Holy shit.

You resume your kisses, now hot and open mouthed.

You both take your time, tracing fingers over every inch of each other. Your bodies are uncharted territory for each other. You find a spot on Brendon’s neck that makes him hum. He finds taking your nipple in his mouth earns a heavy sigh. You learn the beautiful landscape of his tattoos and he maps your curves.

He is then moving down your body. You realize he’s bringing his head down between your legs. The moment his tongue meets you, you can’t help but cry out a bit. Just the slight stimulation is driving you crazy. He gives you a moment to get used to his contact, while placing a hand on your waist and the other holding your thigh.

He begins to lick between your folds. You breathe deeply. He starts to suckle and play with your clit and you circle your hips in reaction. He picks up a bit of speed and your hand flies down to grip his shoulder.

“Bren, I c-can’t,” You stutter.

Brendon immediately withdraws. He starts to worry you’ve changed your mind, and he’s gone too far.

“Y/n--” He starts, but when he looks to you, there’s desire resting deeply in your eyes. It’s obvious that’s he has not gone too far. In fact, he has not gone far enough.

“Please, I need you,” You say quietly.

Brendon is immediately removing the condom from it’s packaging. He rolls it on and strokes himself a few times. He adjusts himself between your legs and you take hold of his hips, helping him as he slides into you.

He fills you and finally you feel complete. He lays back down over you, propping himself on his elbows. He brushes a rogue hair from your face, his hand coming to rest next to your cheek, holding it sweetly. He thrusts in and out of you just once.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, dropping his head into the crook of your neck with a shaky sigh. The feeling of his breath causes you to toss your head back, exposing more of your neck. He happily takes advantage of the space, placing kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone as he begins a rhythm of gentle thrusts.

Once you’re comfortable with his size, you start to direct his hips. You become more needy by the second. You guide his speed, desperate to pick up the pace.

He seems to understand where you like friction best, as he makes it a point to push the base of himself against your clit with each thrust.

“Fuck,” you sigh, your voice uneven. God he was good at this.

You release one of your hands from his hips and lace your fingers through his hair. You bring is lips up to meet yours and you feed him hungry kisses. His pace continued to climb. You throw your head back again.

Brendon groans, gnawing at your collarbone. You need more.

“Harder,” You say directly into his ear.

“God,” He moans, following your command.

You roll your hips up to meet his movements. He is so close to hitting something in you just right.

“Harder!” You squeak.

Brendon begins to pound into you,

“Unnnh,” a high pitched cry poured from you. You grabbed his ass with both hands.

“Fuck Y/n,” Brendon strains.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chanted as he slams against your clit while his cock grinds over something inside you in just the right way.

Brendon starts moaning.

“I’m gonna cum, O-oh!” You cried.

Your legs grip around Brendon and it pushes him just a little bit farther into you. That’s what it takes for you to come undone. Your walls clamp down around Brendon and your orgasm tears through you.

“Brendon! Oh! Fuck! Unnnnh! Unnnnn! Uhhhhhhhhn”

“Oh, shit, uh, uh, uh, uhhhh,” Brendon groans as he cums. His throbbing cock unloads into the condom inside you.

You can’t even see, you’re just blind with pleasure. White light has taken over your vision and the warm feeling of ecstasy radiates from your core. You relax back down onto the couch with a few light sighs. Every muscle in your body has gone from complete chaos to sweet tranquility.

You feel Brendon pull out of you and the sudden loss jolts through your body. You instantly settle back down into the couch cushions.

You can hear the sound of rubber being pulled off as he removes his condom, then feel him leaning over the edge of the couch to put it in the trash can. He flops down next to you.

“Oh my god,” you sigh with a smile.

“Jesus fucking Christ Y/n,” He replied, impressed. “You fuck like a goddamn porn star!” He laughed.

“Sorry, that’s kinda just how I like it,” You say quietly. Brendon immediately jumped in.

“Oh fuck no, don’t ever apologize!” Brendon giggled, “That was incredible!”

“Yeah?” You looked to him.

“Fuck yeah,” Brendon smiled back at you.

You both looked at the ceiling, still catching your breath.

“I was hoping to do that since the day I met you,” He admitted, looking at you with a smirk.

“I’ve been hoping since...” You pondered before realizing: “Well, I’m a fangirl, so it was a very long time ago--an inappropriately long time ago,” You both laughed.

“Hey Y/n?” He asked.

“Yeah?” You replied.

“You’re beautiful,” He proclaimed simply.

“I feel like I’ve heard that before,” You looked at him and smiled. “Hey Brendon?”

“Yeah?” He replied.

“We should probably get our naked asses off of this questionably clean couch and get dressed before the boys get back.”

“Oh god yes,” He popped up.

You both washed up a bit and got dressed. You looked up from your place at the sink and saw Brendon looking at the couch, deep in thought. You knew exactly what he was thinking. You found air freshener disinfectant spray in the bathroom.

“Ta-da!,” You held the bottle up to Brendon. He chuckled and you went and sprayed the general area of the couch. You put the bottle back in the bathroom and sat down on one of the chairs. Brendon sat in one opposite of you. Right on cue, the boys walked into the room. You both pulled out your phones and looked completely preoccupied. As if nothing ever happened.

“Hey!” You greeted them. “So, did you get your Starbucks, Princess Dallon?”

“Yes I did!” He replied.

“And did you get some beauty sleep, Princess Brendon?” Zack asked.

“Yep!” Brendon gave an effortless smile. God, he was such a good liar it was kind of frightening. You just looked down at your phone and played dumb.

Most of them piled on to the couch and you had to suppress a smile. You glanced at Brendon and he was doing the same.

It was nearing time for soundcheck. You were briefing Brendon about the security plan for the night. You didn’t notice--Dallon and Kenny went to throw out their empty cups and then they saw it. They both exchanged looks and tried not to giggle, and of course Zack and Dan leaned over the side of the couch to investigate what was happening:

A used condom, sitting right on the top. They all simultaneously looked at you and Brendon, but neither of you were paying attention, then back to each other. They all moved away from the trash can, as not to be suspicious, and let out their stifled giggles.

“Oh dear god,” Zack shook his head, trying not to smile.

“I knew it,” Dallon whispered.

“At least they used protection,” Dan added with a laugh. Kenny smacked him in the shoulder.

“Hey, you guys ready to go?” You asked. Before any of them could answer, Brendon put out his airplane arms and ran around the room singing.

“I THINK I’M READY TO GOOOOOOO!” He then proceeded to sing his own back up singing in a fake-whisper voice “Ay Ayay Ayayyy, Ay Ayay Ayayyy!”

Dan leaned over and jabbed Zack with his elbow.

“Yeah, that ‘beauty sleep’ sure has left him refreshed alright.” He said through the side of his mouth, just loud enough so Dallon and Kenny could hear him too.

You were completely oblivious, just watching with a smile as Brendon flew around the room.

A/N: WOOHOO READER AND BRENDON FINALLY GOT IT INNNN. Anyway, I hope you liked this one! Look out for the next one :) Like/reblog if you’re feelin’ it!

Read the next chapter: https://iwriteficsnottragediesladies.tumblr.com/post/164468164968/soldier-girl-pt-5