#i go through the horrors everyday but i stay silly :D

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also @ whoever wants to do this :3

Let's all be in a TV show!!!

> Do this quiz

> do this picrew (Based on urself + quiz answers)

> tag ppl

> profit.

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@mxlilly @circus-of-horror @yourleastfavoriteguyinthechair @microsoupmouse @the-firefly-jar-system @punkrockinchair @theplushiesystem @coded-pup @florasolarsystem + ANYONE else who wants to join

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Fanwork creators self rec! When you get this, reply with your five favorite fics/art/podfics/etc. that you've made, then pass on to others. Let’s spread the self-love 🌼

(No pressure if you don't want to though!)

Star, thank you so much for sending me this! Delighted to be included and honored to be asked! While I don’t have a ton of fics out there (and some of my favorite parts of them aren’t even public yet) I think we can pick out five I really love. And I’ll encourage all of you to share works that you love from your own libraries! Please share, I wanna see what brings you joy!

Raindrops and References

If you thought I wasn’t gonna include this one, you had another thing coming Star. XD One, thank you for letting me explore your world through my own lens, and two, thank you for your kind words. I wrote this fic when I was just getting back into writing, and it was an early step in learning to write for my own enjoyment after having been expected to create for others for years. It was satisfying and fun for me, and I’m glad it’s been that for you and so many others as well. I still get emails of people leaving a Kudos on this from time to time, it’s wild. X’’’D Sometimes you give a gift and get an unexpected one in return. I’m still glad I wrote this, it made a positive difference.

Trapped in His Web

I don’t know if this one is still canon to Step Right Up, but regardless, I’m still honored to be a part of @bertrumstrousers wonderful circus world. Thanks for letting me write for Jacob and the make-up and costume department Giandark, it’s a treat and I love them so much. It was such a good time getting into Jacob’s head and Bertrum’s, and the horror and transformation elements of this story brought me so much joy. 

The Kraken’s Labyrinth

One day I will pick this up again, now that I have a clearer idea of what to do with it (thanks Audrey). XD It was inevitable that I was gonna put Bendy and merfolk together, with a little sprinkling of Samsie, but I didn’t expect how much joy this was gonna bring to the table. Still love this world a lot.

Searching the Depths - The Heart of the Studio

Ah yes, my “magnum opus” fic. Of course I have this as a favorite. XD I have a lot of fun working with the entire Bendy cast and my silly little OCs. I’m letting myself learn to just let go and have fun, and this fic continues to teach me everyday what I want in a story. It means so much that you guys have loved Bella and co, thank you. <3

Richard the Keeper - The Studies of 214

My most recent fic and a surprisingly strong source of brainrot as of late. If you like witty banter, unethical science, and Bendy levels of shenanigans, highly recommend this one! It’s got three chapters now with a focus on Richard, a keeper, running experiments to unlock the secrets of how the ink works, with the help of Bella, his prisoner and one of our cyclebreaker protagonists. Richard and Bella have such a fun dynamic, Sammy has been a delight to write in this one, and Wilson? Oh he’s horrible, I love writing him too. XD Please get me to talk about this one more, I’m having a blast with it. 

Honorable Mention: 

The Role I Was Made For

Not so much a fic as it is an audio skit! This started out as a dialogue test to see if I could voice Audrey and a cartoon Bendy (I blame Erin Lehn for putting the question out to the community of what Baby Benders might sound like, that’s what sparked this). It turned into a much deeper script about what makes a Bendy, and how Bendy and Audrey feel about who they are. It needs some heavy editing, but it’s one of the best scripts I’ve written in a long time. I’d say I like it just as much as Break Time, and another collaborative skit that hasn’t come out yet. Stay tuned, your girl got to co-write something awesome and perform as a very animated Susie Campbell, I look forward to when that’s ready to be heard. XD

Here’s sending you all the good vibes! Go take some time to reflect on what you love about your work, it’s very rewarding.

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F*cking up the friendship

Word count: 3501

Genre: Angst and fluff

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol (let me know if I need to add any)

Summary: You sometimes forget Nat and Wanda are dating each other but when they go off on a date you feel sad and add alcohol to the mix, unable to fully control your words around them when they come back.

A/n: I’ve been in a huge wandanat x reader mood recently so you’re probably going to get spammed with a lot of these. Originally this was supposed to be a 1k words get together fluff fic that was suggested to me but then I added angst and other stuff so I decided to make the fluffy get together fic separately. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this, I spent hours yesterday writing so I could finish it in one day. 

You sigh loudly as you flip through Netflix, finding nothing interesting to watch. Usually on a Friday night you would be doing something with Wanda and Nat but today they had told you they had a special date planned so you haven’t seen them at all. It was a completely horrible idea to fall in love with your two best friends who happened to be dating each other but your heart betrayed your brain and now you were stuck in this situation, finding it impossible to get over the two most amazing women you had ever met. Spending nearly all your time with them did not help and everyday you feel your heart break a little when they kiss each other in greeting but only give you a smile. You know you should be thankful for their friendship, and you are, but it also pains you to know that there can never be more. 

You imagine what it would be like to share kisses and wake up wrapped in their arms. One time when you had fallen asleep on the couch after staying up late watching movies with them Natasha had carried you to bed and tucked you in and Wanda had said goodnight with a kiss on your forehead. You never talked about that night because you had pretended to be asleep but you replay it over and over in your mine, wishing that it wasn’t a one time thing. They are so strong, so kind, so smart and just so amazing in every possible way. It’s fitting that they are together but it also sucks to have to watch the perfect people have a perfect relationship while you pine silently, always trying to be a supportive friend. 

You try to think positive thoughts but you can’t help but wonder what they could be doing now which ruins your mood. Nothing on Netflix looks good to watch by yourself with nobody to make fun of cringy rom-coms with or to hide your face in during horror movies. It’s almost scary how much time you’ve spent with them recently and how reliant you’ve come to be on it. Come to think of it you can’t remember the last time they went on a proper date and you start to wonder if by watching movies with them you were actually intruding upon their alone time. You hope they would have been honest and told you if you were but they have always been nothing but nice to you so it’s possible they just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. 

Giving up on watching altogether you throw the remote aside carelessly, wincing when it bounces off the couch and hits the floor with a bang, and stand up. Making your way out of the living room and over to the room where the mini bar is you push all the thoughts from your mind, focusing only on the fact that you really need a drink right now. You don’t bother to turn the lights on when you enter the room, heading straight for the bottles and pouring some whiskey into a glass, much more than a recommended size. 

Sitting down on the couch you take a gulp. It burns and tastes disgusting, you’ve never been one for drinking but tonight you enjoy the feeling, not drinking for pleasure but drinking to hopefully forget. It takes about an hour before your thoughts get all muddled and you feel more relaxed. You slowly start to close your eyes and drift off to sleep when you are woken suddenly by a thump and a stream of curse words. You startle and your hand jerks spilling the rest of your drink all over your lap. 

Natasha and Wanda are standing a few feet in front of you. Natasha is looking at you with an expression you can’t recognize in your inebriated state and Wanda is clutching her foot, looking darkly at the leg of the coffee table. 

“Shit.” You mumble loudly, both at spilling your drink and at seeing them while drunk. This wasn’t supposed to happen, they were supposed to still be gone and now you’ve just embarrassed yourself completely in front of them. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Natasha is at your side in an instant, cupping your face in her hands, “let’s get you cleaned up okay?”

Wanda is there a second later, hovering. “And then maybe you could tell us what’s wrong.”

“Nothhhing’s wrong.” You slur, standing up. “Goodnight.”

“No no no, you’re not going anywhere by yourself right now.” Natasha tells you firmly, grabbing your arm. You don’t protest, partly because you know they are both stubborn and will always win and partly because you secretly want to spend as much time with them as possible. 

“Listen to Nat,” Wanda advises, “can you walk?”

“I can walk.” You say, crossing your arms and trying to look serious

Natasha raises an eyebrow, doing a horrible job at stifling her laughter for a spy. “Show me then.”

You take a few steps forward, looking triumphantly at Natasha before you stumble, arms flailing out and grabbing Wanda to prevent yourself from falling. Wanda helps pull you back up straight and kisses you on the forehead.

“I think the correct answer to the question is no.” She tells you amused. “Let me help you.” 

She doesn’t wait for a response and hooks an arm underneath your shoulders to help support your weight. You lean into her and match her steps, frowning when Natasha hurries away in front instead of walking with you.

“She’s just going ahead to grab something.” Wanda whispers, noticing your expression. You feel your entire body shiver from the sound of her whisper in your ear. Luckily she doesn’t mention it and just tightens her grip around you and continues until you’ve reached their shared room.

You stare at the door in confusion. “What are we doing here?”

“Did you really think we would leave you alone when you’re drunk and obviously upset about something?” She asks rhetorically. “We want to take care of you.”

You’re glad she’s holding you up otherwise you’re afraid you would have melted to the floor from her words alone. She pushes the door open and leads you inside. Natasha is waiting and hands you a pile of clothes. You recognize the bottoms as Wanda’s favourites and the top as Natasha’s shirt. 

“For me?” You ask, confused. She had handed them to you but maybe she actually wanted to give them to Wanda seeing as it’s their stuff.

“Yes for you silly,” she says smiling, “are you able to change by yourself in the bathroom?” You nod, feeling slightly more sober now.

“Okay just be careful and call if you need us.” Wanda tells you before stepping away from your side. You already miss her warmth but you pretend to be unaffected and head into the bathroom to change. 

It takes longer than usual, in part because you accidentally tried to put both legs in the same hole at first, but you managed to undress and put the pajamas on. They’re soft and smell like a mixture of them and you will deny it if asked but you hold the shirt up to your nose and breathe it in before realizing how weird that is. Walking back out of the room you shift nervously, unsure of what to do with both Natasha and Wanda staring at you intently.

“Come here sweetheart.” Natasha says and you immediately comply, heart pounding at the endearment, sitting down beside her on the bed in between her and Wanda. “Do you want to tell us why you got drunk now?” You shake your head furiously, only stopping when it starts to make you nauseous. 

“No, I don’t really-” You get cut off by your own yawn, suddenly very tired. 

Wanda giggles. “Let’s get you to bed now.”

You start to pout, upset that you have to leave and go back to your room but before you can move she uses her powers to gently float up the bed to the pillows, pulling you with her. Natasha joins you and cuddles you from behind so you’re pinned between them. Your eyes feel so tired but you try to fight sleep, wanting to stay in the moment forever. 

“Goodnight Y/n.” Natasha says and you stop resisting and start to relax. 

“Night Tasha I love you.” You tell her sleepily. “I love you too Wanda.”

“Sleep well Y/n.” Wanda replies, giving you a short kiss on the top of your forehead. You feel so warm and safe between them and it only takes another minute before you’re fast asleep.

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You try to move but something strong and warm is holding you down. Your eyes fly open and the first thing you see is Wanda’s face, inches from your own. Natasha must be behind you because you can feel her wrapped around you and her small breaths blowing the back of your head. It’s nice but you can’t remember how you got here so you wrack your brains, ignoring your headache. You were sad so instead of watching a movie you started drinking, then they found you and then they took you back here and after that-SHIT. Shit shit shit shit shit you had told them you loved them. 

You aren’t naive enough to believe they think you meant it in a platonic way, you never tell your friends you love them and Natasha and Wanda are both really smart and can easily tell what you’re thinking. You just hope that they don’t tease you about it because you don’t think you could handle anything but being let down gently. 

“What are you thinking about?” Natasha asks from behind you. You hadn’t realized she was awake already but somehow she noticed you are, she’s scary with how much she knows sometimes. As much as you know this conversation will be awkward and painful you know there’s no point in delaying it and it’s best if you have control over it. 

“That I’m sorry.” You tell her. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She says gently, sitting up, understanding what you’re referencing. 

“No I do, I made things weird and I didn’t want to do that.” You say, hating yourself for the lump that forms in your throat. You start to untangle yourself from Wanda, trying hard not to wake her. This conversation is difficult enough with one person, if Wanda wakes up you’ll most definitely start to cry and the last thing you want is for them to feel bad or to pity you. 

“Y/n-” She starts but you interrupt her, not wanting to hear it. 

“I hope we can still be friends.” You say making your way to the door before pausing. “Please tell Wanda I’m sorry and that I need some time to myself for the day but after that I will pretend nothing happened.”

“Y/n, please-” 

This time you cut her off by closing the door. You run to your room. You don’t think she’ll try to follow and catch up with you but you don’t want to take any chances and you certainly don’t want the others to see where you’re coming from and your shame to get deeper. You are stupid, so stupid, you shouldn’t have gotten drunk and you should have kept your stupid mouth shut. Their friendship means everything to you and although Natasha didn’t seem like she would stop being friends with you over it things will definitely be awkward for a long time and you’ve seen friendships crumble because of it. 

Luckily you make it to your room without anybody noticing and you take a few breaths to calm yourself, closing your eyes. It helps for a second but when you open them again you’re looking straight into your mirror and you can see yourself wearing their clothes and immediately feel the tears start to come. You jump onto your bed and bury yourself fully under the covers, trying to stop crying because you don’t deserve to, it was your fault, and crying only makes everything worse, including your headache. 

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Natasha shakes Wanda awake only to hear her groan and shift, attempting to fall back asleep. 

Rolling her eyes she tries again. “Wanda. Wanda. Wanda wake up.” Wanda moves slightly and lets out incoherent mumbles before waking up more and sitting straight up.

“Where’s Y/n?” She asks alarmed, remembering you were here when she fell asleep.

“That’s why I’m waking you up; she left.” Natasha tells her and Wanda frowns.

“Why?”

“Because we messed up and now she thinks we don’t love her.” Natasha explains. “She thinks that she ruined our friendship by telling us she loved us last night since we didn’t say it back and she left before I had time to correct her.”

“Oh crap.” Wanda says, thinking about how things seemed for you. From your point of view you had drunkenly confessed your feelings to people in a relationship before falling asleep with them not saying it back.��

“Yeah,” Natasha agrees, “I know we weren’t planning on doing the thing until this evening but I think we should do it now, we can’t let her be upset for any longer.” 

“You’re better at talking so you should get her while I set it up.” Wanda says and Natasha nods in agreement.

“Be as quick as possible, we will hopefully be there in ten minutes.” Natasha tells her before giving her a quick peck. Wanda sighs dreamily, imagining what it’s going to be like when she is dating both you and Natasha (provided you say yes of course but Natasha is certain you will and she trusts Natasha). 

Leaving her room Natasha quickly makes her way to yours and knocks on the door. 

“Go away.” You say and she can’t stand how sad and self loathing you sound just from those two small words.

“No,” she replies, “I need to talk to you.”

“Please.” You beg, your voice cracking in desperation. You can’t see her right now, not like this. She doesn’t listen, hating to ignore you but knowing that if she talks to you she can hopefully make it all better.

“Oh Y/n.” She sighs upon opening the door and seeing your lump under the covers. “Sweetheart it’s going to be okay.”

“No it’s not, I fucked up our friendship Nat!” You cry out, still refusing to show your face.

“No baby you didn’t.” She tells you, the endearment accidentally slipping off her tongue in her attempts to comfort you. “Please just give me a minute to explain some things.”

“Okay.” You sniffle, both confused and curious. You hate that you’re even a tiny bit hopeful at her words and you attempt to squash those thoughts down to spare as much of your heart that hasn’t already been hurt. 

“I would love to see your pretty face when I talk to you.” She prompts, gently lifting the edge of the covers. You slowly peek out of them like a turtle, well aware and slightly embarrassed of the fact that you look like you’ve been crying (which you have but it’s still embarrassing).

“There we go, that’s much better.” She tells you smiling. Even though you’re upset you can’t help but crack a wobbly smile back at her, her happiness really is infectious. She stares at your shirt as you pull more of yourself out from under the covers and you flush when you realize that you had never bothered to change and are still wearing her shirt. 

“It looks nice on you.” She says softly, reaching out to touch the hem before clearing her throat and switching into business mode. “I think you got the wrong impression.”

“I know I never should have-” You start to apologize, scared of her shift in mood. 

“That’s exactly what I mean.” She interrupts. “You seem to think that you’ve ruined our friendship by telling out how you feel but I can assure you that’s not the case at all and we are actually both extremely happy about your feelings.”

“Why isn’t Wanda here then.” You ask skeptically. 

“Because she’s in the living room where I’m supposed to bring you.” Natasha replies. “Will you come?”

“I don’t know,” you say nervously, “are you sure that…” you trail off, unsure of what else to say. 

“Y/n,” Natasha says and suddenly you’re all too aware of how close she is to you, “it will be good I promise.” 

As soon as she finishes speaking she leans in and her lips are on yours. It’s better than any of the times you’ve dreamed and it’s the perfect mix between hard and passionate but also soft and sweet.

“Wow.” You breathe when she pulls away after a few seconds, unable to think of anything else. 

She laughs. “Wanda’s going to be jealous that I got to do that before her and as much as I’d love to kiss you again we shouldn’t keep her waiting for too long.”

You nod silently and take Wanda’s hand when she offers it as she stands up and starts to walk out of the room.

“Wait,” you say just before you leave, “maybe I should change first.”

She looks over your (well technically their) clothes. “You are not changing, I like you wearing our stuff.”

You’re surprised to hear the slight possessive growl in her voice but it makes you incredibly happy. The start to this day had to be one of the worst in your life but it’s quickly becoming the best. Feeling as though you’re floating you allow her to pull you through the halls into one of the living rooms, the one you usually use for watching movies.

Wanda is sitting on the couch looking at the door when you come in but what catches your eye is the sheer amount of stuff around her. There are heaps of all your favourite candies and chips all around her and there’s a cute stuffed bear.

“Do you like it?” She asks and instead of answering you let go of Natasha’s hand and throw yourself at her, wrapping your arms around her waist tightly.

“I think that means yes.” Natasha says, laughing at your enthusiastic reaction.

“I love it,” you tell them, “I love-” You stop yourself before you tell them you love them again because even after all this you’re still not sure if that’s what they want to hear. 

“We love you too Y/n.” Wanda says and you sigh in both happiness and relief at her words. “Nat do you want to give her the thing now?”

You pull away from Wanda to look over at Natasha, curious as to what the thing is. Natasha picks up a small red jewelry box from the table that you hadn’t noticed earlier in your excitement and hands it to you. They both watch as you open it, suddenly nervous that you won’t like it.

You open it up to see a necklace with two charms on it and two charms that are identical lying beside it. Upon closer inspection you gasp, recognizing the the letter charms n and w as the same ones Natasha and Wanda wore on their necklaces, reminding them of each other. The charms lying beside it are the first letter of your name, presumably for them to add to their necklace. You feel yourself tear up at how sweet and thoughtful this gesture is. 

Wanda breaks the silence first. “This is what we were doing yesterday and it took all day because they were custom made so we wanted it done by the same person so it would look the same. We thought it would be nice for us to give you this when we officially asked you out so you don’t feel like an outsider or anything because we really like you and want things to go well.”

“What she’s trying to say is will you go out with us.” Natasha says, halting Wanda’s rambling. 

Wanda smiles sheepishly. “What she said.”

You slowly look up, careful not to let any tears fall and launch yourself into their arms, pulling whatever part of them you are holding towards you. 

“I think you already know the answer by now but I would love to.” You say, still trying to get as close to them as possible. They wrap their arms around you tightly and moving together they lift you a few steps to the couch and plop you down, sitting and cuddling on either side of you.

“Today’s movie day and we’ll take you on a proper date tomorrow.” Natasha promises and you hum happily in reply. You don’t care at all about what type of dates you go on or even if you go on them at all because you’re dating the two most amazing women in the world and that’s a high you’re going to be riding for a long time, possibly forever.

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I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

Chapter 3

Word Count: 2183

Pairing: Jonathan Harker x Reader

Warnings: ⚠️TW ED⚠️

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You rolled your eyes and grabbed your phone, calling Zoe.

“Good morning Y/N-“

“Dracula found me, I think.” You said, actually relaxed.

“WHAT?! HOW CAN YOU BE SO RELAXED?!?! I’LL BE THERE, STAY WHERE YOU ARE!” Zoe hung up.

You sighed, you regretted going out that night.. To a certain extent, Jonathan was cool though but you probably would’ve met him regardless. You checked your texts, Jonathan didn’t text you which disappointed you a little.

After maybe 10 minutes of waiting Zoe barged into your apartment and stomped upstairs into your room.

“Y/N??” Zoe exclaimed and you gestured to the writing on the window.

“You need to be more careful, Y/N. Can you stay at one of your friends’ house?” Zoe asked.

“Probably.. I’ll have to ask-“ You said, before realizing something. “But wouldn’t that be what Dracul would want?”

“You’re right.. You’ll come to my apartment.”

“I- what? I would endanger you and- that isn’t a great idea either! I don’t want that!” You said, “I’ll.. Look whether one of my friends could maybe help me out? We have hiding place in my dads garage and it seems fairly safe.” You said.

“Just.. Don’t go out after dark and do your best to stay safe. I have to get back to work.” Zoe sighed, “I’ll check up on you later, alright?” She said and walked out of the apartment again.

After asking all your friends who possibly could help you out with your small issue.. Your friend Henry told you that you could stay at his house for the night. Would’ve been cooler if he weren’t madly in love with you, well rip you.

You took a shower and then cleaned the blood off your window as it wasn’t really a nice sight for you to seeing the blood of somebody you don’t know.

You packed all your necessary stuff.

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Henry had convinced you to leave the house with him, it was sunset which made you nervous.

“I told Lucy we’d meet her.. She’s not as bad as you think she is. By the way she met somebody and wants us to meet him, I promise you it’ll be fun!” Henry said and held your hand.

“Please.. Not for long- I need to be home by sundown- I can’t stay longer outside than that!” You said, obviously you couldn’t tell him that a vampire who killed your great-great-great aunt and that he wanted to apparently destroy your bloodline, was chasing you.

“Why are you so pressed? At most we’ll stay outside for an hour! What are you so afraid of? You’re acting weird.”

“Henry!!” A familiar voice screeched.

You rolled your eyes, there she was, Lucy Westenra. Next to her stood a pretty tall man, he had dark hair and.. Wait a fucking minute.

“Bye hoes. I’m leaving.” You said as you stomped away.

“Not so fast, Y/N.” Said the man.

“Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Go fuck yourself.” You said, not turning around.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Asked both Lucy and Henry in unison.

“Nothing.. Just leave me alone!” You said and you started running.

The man followed you and you ran faster, for your life- not knowing where you were running. You saw a taxi and almost stumbled into it.

“Jonathan Harker Foundation, now.” You said.

The driver was slightly confused but started to drive, during the ride he tried to make small talk but you didn’t feel like it and snapped at him a few times. It really wasn’t his fault but you were probably being chased by the vampire that was trying to destroy your bloodline and that didn’t help your mood.

Once you reached the foundation you threw the money into the drivers lap, “Miss?? That is too much-“

“Keep the change-“ you said as you charged into the foundation and immediately flew into Zoe’s arms.

“Y/N are you alright?!” Zoe asked, a little surprised.

“H-he is with my friends- I don’t.. I don’t feel safe-“ you sniffled.

“Calm down first, what exactly happened?” She asked.

You explained it to her and she sighed, “it’ll be fine Y/N. You need to take care of yourself and maybe avoid going outside for a little.” Zoe tried to reassure you.

“What’s wrong?” You heard a familiar voice say.

You looked up and wiped away your tears, “Jonathan?” You sniffled before looking at Zoe, “how- why is he here?” You asked.

“He is trying to help us with.. Well Dracula.” Zoe said and Jonathan nodded. “The foundation is also named after him, so you’d think he would try to stick around here to help us.”

“I’ll take care of her, Zoe.” Jonathan said and tried to smile reassuringly.

“Alright, if you do try to hurt or.. Anything, you know what happens.” Zoe said, threateningly.

“I am very aware and I wouldn’t hurt her or you in any way.” Jonathan said.

“That’s cool but what’s the Wi-Fi password?” You asked.

“Count Dracula.” Zoe said before she disappeared.

“Alright, got it.” You said as you typed the password into your phone and waited as it connected.

“You could stay at my apartment if you want.” Jonathan offered, he seemed to be fairly interested in you and you didn’t exactly understand why.

“I mean if Zoe’s okay with that- but don’t you have to sleep in a coffin or something?” You asked, as you texted your friends letting you know that you’re okay. You realized something-

“I d-“ you interrupted Jonathan.

“I-I just realized that Dracula could have tracked me by my Snapchat location- holy shit-“ you exclaimed before turning off your location information on your phone.

“Snapchat?”

“It’s an app where you can talk to people and send them pictures, I forgot to turn off my location mode.. So that would explain why Dracula found out where I was.” You explained as you turned the ghost mode on.

“You have to be more cautious with your privacy, Y/N!” Jonathan said, as you looked up into his eyes to see a bit of worry?

“I’m fine- I mean I’ve survived the last 17 years and I’ll survive.. At least another 5 years- well anyways. Should I ask Zoe whether I can stay at your place?” You asked, feeling a bit silly as you felt like you were a little child asking for Zoe’s permission which made you tempted to just go but you couldn’t because you knew Zoe, out of all people would rip your head off if you didn’t let her know where you went after being chased by the vampire threatening to destroy your bloodline.

“Go ahead, darling.” Jonathan smiled fondly at you.

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After a 30 minute talk about what you shouldn’t do and Zoe ranting about your safety you sat in a car with Jonathan and a driver. She told you to not fall in love with Jonathan, you didn’t really understand what’s there to fall in love with in first place- maybe that was mean but the dude low-key was a huge boomer. He had his attractive traits, yes, his eyes are fairly pretty but you were sure when Billie Eilish was singing Ocean Eyes she most definitely didn’t mean Jonathan.

Jonathan looked at you, “are you hungry? I don’t really have any food in my apartment but I could buy you something.” He offered, smiling a little at you.

“No.. Not really- Jonathan?” You asked.

“Yes, anything wrong?”

“Do you.. You know drink blood?”

“I-“ he hesitated a little, “I do. Just not as often as Dracula, I try to drink blood every.. Two days so I can function but otherwise not. I primarily try to choose lawyers as I enjoy keeping up with the law- it makes me quite happy.. Do you have anything that makes you happy?” Jonathan asked, trying to get the conversation going.

“Well I tend to enjoy listening to music and reading- it’s fun to go out with friends or learning new things, I’m pretty interested in the paranormal, occult and psychology.” You smiled, remembering the times where you would tell your friends creepy stories to watch the freak out.

“You really seem to be a Van Helsing, I’m not surprised.” Jonathan remarked.

“Maybe it runs in the blood, who knows?” You smiled sheepishly.

After a relatively long drive that didn’t feel so long, Jonathan led you to his apartment. His apartment was pretty tidy, small and rather well put together.

“You got a TV, I see- do you want to watch a movie?” You asked.

“Isn’t it a little late?” Jonathan asked, “not that I mind! I just think you should try to not sleep too late everyday!”

“Nahh! I’m good! Let me put on something more comfortable first though.” You said, grabbing your ag and disappearing into the bathroom. You kept your thigh highs on as you were wearing an oversized sweater. You honestly hoped Jonathan wouldn’t mind since he’s from another century, but he shouldn’t think about it anyway.

“Done!” You said as you walked into the living room area and flopped next to Jonathan on the couch. “I’m pretty sure you slept through all the good horror movies so why don’t we watch.. The Conjuring?” You suggested.

“I’m fine with whatever you want to watch-“ He answered with a small smile.

You took the remote and streamed Netflix of off your phone on the TV. You were feeling a little tired already, bit it wasn’t that bad yet.

You didn’t even remember falling asleep during the movie. As you feel asleep you rested your head on the next best thing; Jonathan’s shoulder. In your sleep you mumbled something and pretty much wrapped your arms around him, snoring lightly.

If he were able to blush, he would. But since he wasn’t he waited a little before carefully removing your arms and picking you up as if you were a fragile doll that would shatter at any moment. He carried you into a bedroom, placing on the bed and tucking you in.

He looked at you, admiring your sleeping and beautiful form before stopping himself from his thoughts. He quietly walked out of the room and to his coffin, lying down in it and closing his eyes. It didn’t really take long for him to fall asleep.

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You woke up the next morning, a bit surprised about where you were as you walked into the bathroom and washed your face then brushed your teeth. Trying to find Jonathan you walked into a room and blushed slightly when you saw the vampire who was.. Shirtless. He seemed to have just taken a shower and maybe, just maybe, you were staring a bit.

You blushed even more when he saw you and mumbled a “I’m so sorry-“ as you closed the door again. You thought for a moment and remembered what you saw.

Jonathan wasn’t ripped or anything, his body was pretty average, he had a bit of pudge on his stomach but it was normal for the era he was from. So you knew from history lesson, yeah you’re big smart. But you somehow thought it was cute on him, wait why do you find a 148 year old cute?

You stood there with your back leaned against the door, thinking as he opened the door and you fell into his arms, luckily he caught you and you figured; today wouldn’t be a good day.

“Are you alright, darling?” He asked, a little worried, still holding you.

“I’m good, I’m great.. I-I I’m just so sorry for walking in on you, I should’ve knocked.” You said still slightly embarrassed.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” Jonathan said, “are you hungry? If you want to I can give you money so you could buy something from the bakery.” He offered you.

“No thank you..” You smiled a little.

“How come you never eat?” He asked, slight worry in his voice.

“I-I do? I’m just not eating as much because don’t like it.. I’m trying to lose a bit weight so, why not?”

“But why? Darling, you’re absolutely stunning.” He told you as he looked into your E/C eyes.

“Cool that you think so, I don’t. I don’t want to talk about it, Zoe would fry me.” You said.

“I won’t force you to talk to me, but I do want you to know that you can trust me.” He said and you sighed.

“I’m good Jonathan.. Really. Just don’t make me talk about it because it’s embarrassing.” You said.

“Do you want to finish the movie?” Jonathan asked, knowing that that would lift your spirits.

“Yeah!!” You smiled and flopped on the couch.

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After watching a few horror movies you practically held onto Jonathan, you were a bit scared even if you didn’t want to admit it so you hugged Jonathan’s arm and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Johnnyy, I’m scared-“ you whispered.

He paused the movie, “nothing’s gonna hurt you. I promise.”

“Well if you say so..” You smiled a bit tiredly as Jonathan played a little with your hair..

It all felt too good to be true.

[kittyatsuki]

Breathless || Mirio Togata X Yandere/Lamia reader

⚠Smutt/Lemon warning⚠

A/N: so I've never really used this site to post my fanfiction before, but all my other friends use it And I really need more platform's to post my stories on. I'm getting bored with wattpad. Anyways I know this story is way out there and all over the place, but I personally like how it came out. It's intense and I guess you could say kinky as hell, but I hope You Mirio lovers enjoy it anyway♡

Summary: Mirio togata, a student closer to becoming a pro hero than anyone at UA high, finds himself Going on an emotional rollar coaster when his frienship with you, A young lamia aspiring to be a hero just as he is; takes a turn for the worst.

You're a young lamia with raging hormones, and an overwhelming quirk, He's a Young adult with pretty big dreams

Mirio togata has bitten off more than he can chew with you, Whilst trying to decipher feelings for, he finds himself being put through quite alot.

There's a variety of different questions that go through young Mirio's mind at a time, but there's one in particular he finds himself asking Repetitively throughout his life.

Your quirk: Lamia

with snake like abilities; your aura scales can both disable quirks and lure men to your Beck-and-call, which can also be very useful when Digging underground tunnels to confuse Opponents, as well as constricting victims to the point of asphyxiation

Your POV

I missed school today for a reason. When My skin sheds like this, it usually signifies the fact that my hormones were Raging. And with this Overcomplicated crush I have on Mirio

my senpai.... I didn't know how else to deal with it aside from stay home.

To say he blew up my phone would be an understatement, he was Adgitated by the fact that I kept ignoring him. But I didn't want to allow myself to think about him, because with These uncontrollable hormones Flowing through my body, I might do something I'd regret.

But speaking of the devil, There was a light knock on the door to my dorm. After peeling the last piece of skin of my scales, In the steaming hot bath I had drawn for myself just an hour ago I meander towards the door anxiously coiling a towel around my body, my silky hair falling Behind me.

I yank the door open to find mirio standing there with a baffled expression. "(F/N)! Where were you?! I haven't-" he pauses mid sentence, looking me over Once more before blushing. "Y-You're in a towel! S-Sorry! I-I can come back later-"

"No! Nonononono, you're fine! You can come on in, let me just go throw something on." I flash a Bright smile, masking my racing Heartbeat by Scrambling to my room to find some clothes.

Slithering the way I do sometimes feels Like flying, the way I sore through the air and my Giant Scaled body both carrying my weight as well as following close behind. Once I threw a shirt on; not exactly caring much about wearing a bra, I rush back to greet my senpai.

I tried not making eye contact, his Beautiful body merely had me drooling, the tingling sensation in my stomach while staring into his fierce blue orbs. "U-Uhh as I was saying, since you missed out I brought you your homework-"

I could tell he felt the vibe in the room abruptly shift, my Entire body being unable to fit on the couch, my large scales Linger in the floor surrounding it. He could easily trip on my scaled body, but with my reflexes; I wouldn't let him fall.

"U-Uhh are you okay?" A bead of sweat trickles down his forehead. My stomach was in knots, I almost couldn't Respond. I felt my chest sink, "Y-Yeah...I-I'm fine, it's just U-Uhhh." I trailed off, a hunger inside me craving the man in front of me; the lust was murder on my nipples.

After a moment of dazing off; my mouth now evidently watering

I anxiously swollow, offering a fake smile. "I guess I'm just tired. I'll go brew up some tea in a moment." With that he beams a bright smile, "No need silly, you've already done so much for me. I'll go get it started." He rushes to his feet, oblivious to my scales coiling around the couch. Before I could stop Him, he steps on my tail.

I squeak, Tears brimming my eyes; crimson Red tinting my face. "O-Oh I-I'm so sorry!!" He turns to me, and bows over and over again apologetically. I could hardly respond, My mouth now practically overflows with saliva. By now I realised I'd bitten my lip till it bled. The metallic flavor lingers. I only wipe away the spit and blood smiling anxiously.

"I-it's fine senpai-" my voice cracks, I release a slight moan, before burying my face in the coach pillow, "b-but could you maybe get off?-" he anxiously scratches his head, his face heating up as well. "S-Sorry again..." He trails off.

Why did I call him senpai? To his face?!? I couldn't help but blush harder. He beams at me.

"S-Senpai? Haha, that's a new one I mean I'm used to togata senpai but-" "S-Sorry!!! I can stop if you want..." he shakes his head, "No, it's cute. I like it." He scratches his head anxiously, his smile never fading. My heart almost skipped a beat

My gaze lingers around him. His muscles, his build- His abs. They were so strong. His dreamy eyes melted my soul, I couldn't take it anymore. If I were to attack him, his quirk would obviously have no effect, considering The Desentegration aura my scales give off.

Him even being in this place made him vulnerable yet despite this he chose to come see me. I didn't know if he forgot about this or just Chose to come see me any way because he just Generally cares about me.

But thanks to my monsterous desire for his body, I was about to ruin everything. "(F-F/N) you've been really quiet. You're starting to worry me..." The blonde anxiously pried into my strange behaviour. Unfortunately for him, he was about to have A huge taste.

"It's nothing Mirio I-I just..." I trail off. I buried one of my hands in my lap, biting my lip. "L-Lets just get back to what we were doing. After all it's not everyday sir-nighteye gives you The afternoon Free to spend time with your friends."

"But you've been acting really...strange. your face keeps getting red every time you look at me-" he cups my cheek with his hand, it felt as though my heart dropped in my stomach. He gently wipes away a beed of blood from When I'd bitten my lip earlier.

"S-Senpai-" my heart rakes against my chest. A Deep moan threatens escape,

Suddenly something just overtook me. My body Moved before I knew what I was doing.

I mashed my lips against his, throwing his textbook into the floor, and coiling my tail around his wrists; penning them above his body, despite his overwhelming strength- me technically being part monster- I could easily over power him.

His face held a mixture of shock and Embarrassment. His pink cheeks only turned me on more, along with his anxious wide eyes.

I coil my body around his, giving him no chance to Wriggle free.

It didn't take more than a few seconds to have finally wrapped my body around his. After a while, he fought for air, and so I had to force myself back slightly, in hopes of keeping him alive.

"W-Woah (F-F/N)!! W-What are you doing?!" He struggles against my grip, my seemingly endless body only continues coiling around him tighter and tighter.

"W-Wait (F/N) Y-You're getting a little rough there, S-Slow down-" he starts laughing anxiously, which soon dispersed when my coils reached his lips, sealing off his mouth.

"I-I'm so sorry Senpai...I can't stop myself I-I don't know why I'm doing this." My breathes were shakey, and so were his, as I coress the sides of his head; which is basically the only thing you can see at this point since his body is completely wrapped in my scales.

His usual sparkling smile was replaced with horror, as I slammed my mouth right back into his, after removing the tip of my tail from his Mouth for the brief moment he takes to gasp for air.

He falls back onto the couch, which losens my grip slightly. He takes this chance to move but, he only quivers. "W-Why can't I use my quirk- (F-F/N) what did you do!?"

"Senpai, have you seriously forgotten? You can't permeate through my aura scales." I boop him on the nose, as if I were drunk off sheer sexual tension.

"There's too Much heat Coursing through them, It makes it impossible for anyone to escape, the only downside....I don't have pretty human legs. But who needs those!"

He manages to rush to the door, but my tail makes it in time to coil around his ankle. He falls to The floor.

"(F-F/N) l-let's talk about this! W-We hardly know each other! I-I mean shouldn't we wait-"

"-I've waited long enough for this." I interject, my lustful eyes Striking shock into his darting fearfull ones.

"(F/N) d-don't do this J-Just

T-Think about it first.."

"-Okay." I hault for a moment, tapping my chin curiously, as I gaze up at the flickering light.

I then breath a sigh, excitement evident in my expression.

"There I've thought about it, And my thoughts say, why not?"

pull him back towards me. This time I press his head against my chest; his face now burried in my huge boobs after I tore my shirt to pieces.

He struggles against me. His yelps are muffled by my breasts, yet I didn't give him any air until his face held a tint purple.

"(F-F/N)!!! (F/N) P-Please stop!!

S-Seriously!! I can't breath-" before he could keep begging, I slide my long tongue into his mouth, before completely sealing it shut with mine.

Mirio's POV

 

I couldn't believe what was happening. I've had a crush on

(F/N) since we'd first met, but this was taking it to far, and way too fast. There's a darkness in her eyes. She doesn't seem like herself.

How is She so strong?!

She won't let me breathe -

 

H ow can I get her to stop?!

 

S-She's gotta have some sort of weakness!!

 

I found myself robotically thrashing my body around. I needed air, but she just kept tightening her grip on me. Her kisses were each forced, and sloppy. I couldn't tell if my face was either drenched In sweat, or her saliva, but I didn't want to think about it.

 

Although I found it hard not to once I felt something cold and wet, worming its way through my ear.

 

Once I'm finally given the chance, I start yelling frantically At least trying to reason with her, but everything just came out As a plea.

 

"(F-F/N)!! W-We can't be doing this!! Y-You're not acting like yourself! I-I can help you if you'd just-" "I don't need help senpai~" She cooed into my ear. This Simple action sent chills down my spine.

 

"As much as I'd really like to enjoy something like this-" I Started, "I-I can tell there's something going on with you (F/N)! I-"

"If you know me so well, how come you haven't figured it out by now!" She yells, at me; pain evident in her glossed (e/c) orbs. "How can you be so clueless?! How can you not see that I'm in love with you senpai!!!"

 

I fearfully swollow back the lump in my throat, Gazing up at her shakily.

 

 

 

"I just want to be with you until the end of time, senpai!" Hopefully this doesn't last Any longer than it needs too.

 

"(F/N), we have classes tomorrow- W-We Have to Stop-"

 

 

 

Your POV

 

His muffled yells were drowned out by the sound Of my moaning.

 

Towards the end of our 'study session' I dragged him into my bed, My tail; completely coiled around him.

 

For a while he'd lie in silence, a sickened look on his face. Which eventually changed color when I nuzzled his Face back into my breasts. He clutched onto the mattress with his right hand; as if that would help in any way.

 

"(F-F-F/N) P-Please, I-I need Air!!!!" He struggles yet again,

"W-When did you get so strong?!" I don't respond. I felt myself slowly dozing off. "Y-You're Seriously falling asleep like this?!"

 

This makes me giggle, and kiss him on the cheek. "Why are you doing this?" He asks with glossed eyes. "I told you Senpai!" I retort with a scoff. "I'm in love with you."

 

"(F-F/N), I think you're having trouble understanding the differences between love and l-lust-" he breathes out shakily, I take in that statement, actually thinking it over.

 

"If you're asking about some hidden piece of myself that completely regrets this, I honestly wouldn't know if there was; especially on a day like this." He narrows his eyes.

 

"W-What do you mean??"

With that i sigh. "Honestly talking about this is, kind of embarrassing...but I'll only tell you senpai!" I press my lips Agsinst his neck, and with a huff I start talking. "While most teenaged girls Just hitting puberty usually have a specific time of the month they Get something called a period, young Lamia have a specific time of the month we shed our skin." I explain. Every words seems to sink into his mind, i found it cute when he Lost himself in his own thoughts like this.

 

"The Thing about us is, that well...We hold in our pheromones for about six months until they're released, like sort of an oily substance. And that substance makes young Lamia such as I go crazy, and the worst part is the fact that our scales are Alot more sensetive after the shedding. So even the smallest thing can set us off."

 

He seemed hesitent yet again. I only nuzzled into his chest, cooing slightly at his sexy jawline.

 

He continues struggling, but my Large Snake-body could hardly even fit in the bedroom so, there was definetely enough of me to keep him pinned down, even if I needed to go to the bathroom.

Dirty thoughts soon plague my mind.

 

I lost myself in my own sexual desires, as worry sinks into his glossed night-sky blue Orbs. "What's wrong Senpai??" I press, gazing up at him. "What's wrong?!" He retorts with an anxious yet semi- sarcastic expression.

 

"Well...usually If they stop moving I know they're dead and uhh. You stopped moving for a moment there so..I thought-" "-They?! W-What do you mean They!!??"

 

I sigh. "You know. The goldfish you keep buying me- I don't know how to take care of them so..." relief seemed to have sank in his veins. I tilt my head in curiosity, "What did you think I meant? Actual people?" I started giggling.

 

"Senpai, I only want you." I sit up, after playing with his beautiful, Oily Blond hair, with a smirk. "Why do you keep calling me that?" He Shoots me A wild expression.

 

"W-Well I don't know-" I blush,

"Wait a minute...You said You thought it was cute-" I puffed out my cheeks Pouting.

"-Well that was before You Forced me into doing..T-This!-" His breathes seemed to have hitched slightly. "-But where did you get it from?!...I've never heard you talk like this before.."

I exhale. "I heard Bakugou and Kisishima one night, on my way to my dorm and it just sort of stuck with me. Then jirou told me it sort of stood for crush-" I Start gushing, "and Boy have I had The biggest crush on you!-

I immidiately slap my hands over my mouth. "T-That just slipped I-I've never really said anything like that out loud before."

His gaze settles, he seemed confused and slightly Nervous.  "You're literally On top of me, and you're worried about admitting You have a crush on me?" He immidiately blushes, the word rolling off his tongue, as if He'd said this more than once.

"Y-Yes!" I stammered anxiously,

"A-And I don't really know how I'm going to React to this situation a whole lot more differently tomorrow...since this might actually destroy our friendship..." I trail off. "So I have to savor this moment!!"

To be continued coz it won't let me keep going

[galway-bae]

I mentioned I was writing some short horror, so here it is! I put it below the cut so as not to Destroy your dashboard. Read on for infrasound shenanigans. 

I work at a bookshop.

Yeah, I know, you’re probably backing out now. You’re assuming this is my grab at a book deal, writing a “totally true horror story” and waiting to go viral. But I promise you, I’ve never wanted to write a book. Hell, I didn’t particularly want to sell them. It’s my great-uncle’s store, really. Uncle George. He hired me straight out of college so I could make some cash, spent a year showing me the ropes, and promptly kicked the bucket. Nobody in the family wanted to take it over, but nobody wanted to sell it either. So now it’s mine.

It’s not a bad gig. I have a small apartment tucked into a corner of the attic, a bathroom and tiny kitchen behind the “Employees Only!” door in the back, and a washer and dryer crammed behind the stacked boxes of books sharing the basement.

I say my great-uncle kicked the bucket, but that’s not entirely true. He vanished. My family assumed he was dead, and knowing what I do now, I’m inclined to agree. The bookshop had always felt halfway out of reality, if only because of its status as a stereotypical cozy little store. It was the smell of new paper and the crowded maze of shelves. It was the fact that each of those shelves held a multitude of other universes sandwiched between layers of paper. Once my great-uncle disappeared, it was the unknown pressing over the entire building, a heavy blanket of “how” and “when” and “why.” I liked to imagine that other people could feel it too, despite not knowing about the mystery. I think people can feel that sort of thing. It seeps into a building and saturates the wood with its smell.

It first happened on a Thursday morning. I was trying to shave in the dingy bathroom mirror, silently cursing myself for putting off buying a new one. It was my everyday routine. Buying a new mirror couldn’t be more than a twenty minute errand but procrastination to the point of absurdity has always been a talent of mine.

As I dragged the razor across my face I felt suddenly dizzy. My head swam, ears muffled like they were stuffed with cotton, and grey spots appeared in my field of vision. It was gone just as quickly, the grey blotches fading away to be replaced with red ones. I’d cut my face, I realized. The blood dripped high-contrast spots against the white porcelain of the sink. I wiped it up with a wad of toilet paper and slapped a bandaid on the wound.

The dizziness didn’t concern me much. It was either too much caffeine or too little, and once I poured myself a cup of coffee I’d find out. I knew I’d missed patches on my face thanks to the grimy mirror but I didn’t feel like risking another cut. Bloodstains in the bathroom are bad for business. When I walked out, mug in hand, Leo was at the cash register.

“What’s up?”

I’d met Leo when I helped Uncle George run a Dungeons & Dragons event at the bookshop. Yeah, I know, I’m a walking geek cliche. Sue me. Anyway, George wanted to attract more customers who weren’t septuagenarians, so I ran a short campaign to lure in my fellow youths. Leo was a D&D first-timer who teased me mercilessly about calling myself a dungeon master and using words like “constitution” and “prestidigitation” outside the D&D table. I liked him immediately.

At that moment, he was sitting on the stool I kept behind the register, long legs kicked up on the counter. He’d come in through the back, most likely--friends got access to the store before and after hours. He eyed me over.

“Cut yourself shaving?” “Yes, actually”

“You missed a spot,” he gestured towards my patchy shave job. I flipped him off. He smiled back, swinging his legs off the counter.

He didn’t seem to notice, but I still felt queasy even with the spots long gone. I squashed the churning in my stomach down with a mouthful of coffee.

The rest of the day was normal. Leo left for his own job, and I sold books to older townsfolk, hipsters, high school students, the normal small stream of customers. My nausea faded along with the residual dizziness as the day passed. I’d have forgotten the incident altogether if not for the cut on my jaw, which served as a stinging reminder whenever I turned my head too far and tugged at the bandaid’s adhesive.

Long after closing time, I put a slapdash dinner together in the shop’s tiny kitchen. I sat on the counter and waited for the toaster oven to preheat. With the shop empty and quiet, a prickle of apprehension danced on my neck. I often got that feeling when I stood at the bottom of a dark staircase after closing time, my body insisting that I was being pursued by something just out of sight, and I would squash down the urge to bolt. This time, though, was different. I saw someone.

The kitchenette door sat at the periphery of my vision and through it, just for a second, I saw a figure in the shop. It stared at me from behind the nearest bookshelf, upper body slumped to the left at a broken angle, long neck holding a flat, pale face that leered eyelessly. I felt the cold jolt of adrenaline rush into my body, my chest heaving as I struggled to breathe.

And then it was gone.

My nausea was back with a vengeance and I felt dizzy again. The thing in my store had been the same staticky shade of grey I’d seen that morning, I realized, which meant one of two things: I was going crazy, or my missing uncle’s creepy bookstore was haunted. The cut on my face throbbed.

I breathed slowly through my nose and tried not to throw up. By the time I had enough control of my nausea and anxiety to stand, the toaster oven had long since preheated and the ice in my glass was water. The thought of staying in the kitchen filled me with dread. I ate my dinner half-frozen, hiding in my room with the door locked, then huddled under my blanket until I felt safe enough to sleep. I left the lights on.

With the next morning’s sunlight filtering into my room, the previous night’s breakdown seemed silly. I kicked off my covers. I was still in my jeans and button-down, both wrinkled from fitful sleep, and felt the unique groggy grossness that comes with sleeping in your clothes.

It had to have been a panic attack. It wouldn’t explain away a hallucination, but it did line up with the hyperventilation, nausea, and crushing fear. More importantly, I could understand a panic attack. That was a reality I could parse more easily than any haunted bookstore bullshit. Still, I couldn’t quite bring myself to cross the threshold of my kitchen, so I texted Leo to bring me some coffee.

He arrived minutes later with two cups and a paper bag, which he tossed at me from the door after knocking it open with one hip.

“You look terrible,” he said once he’d plopped onto a stool.

“Thanks.” I tore a chunk from the bagel he’d brought me and washed it down with a swig of coffee. Where my family business gave me free books and, apparently, the occasional incorporeal stalker, Leo’s provided free food. Figures.

“Rough night?” He winked over his paper to-go cup.

“Something like that,” I muttered, too exhausted to return the banter.

“Well now you have to tell me.” His voice remained conversational, teasing, but I saw the tell-tale knit of his eyebrows. He was worried. So I sighed, put my cup down, and started from the beginning.

By the time my explanation was finished, Leo’s whole face was tight with concern, his hands folded, pointy elbows resting on pointy knees as he leaned towards me.

“You should see a doctor,” he said, casual affectations completely stripped away, “What if it’s a brain tumor or something?”

“No.” My gut twisted. I hated doctors. They always looked at me strangely once they’d seen the sweeping scars on my chest and done a double take at my file. And whether I was there for a sore throat or a sprained ankle, they would always open with something about “the side effects of hormone therapy” or my “unique situation.” I met Leo’s eyes desperately.

“Fine. No doctor,” he relented, “but if this gets worse you’d better call me.”

It did.

That night, I found myself doubled over the toilet, coughing violently as I painted the porcelain bowl in vomit. I sat up, chest heaving and face coated in cold sweat, and tried to blink away the spots peppering my field of vision.

The thing was back.

Its impossibly tall form slumped in the bathroom’s doorway. Its head looked too heavy for the crooked neck that I realized now was bent to keep it from hitting the ceiling. A sob built behind my sternum, but my breathing was too ragged and uneven for it to escape. Instead, the tension built until I was sure my rib cage would burst open, until I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed into the tiny space between the toilet and the wall, until my nose started bleeding, until I clapped my hands over my ears in a vain attempt to keep out the buzzing tinnitus that cut through my brain.

I don’t know how long I stayed there, vomit on my shirt and tears on my face drying to a crust. I remained squeezed into the corner long after the sensations faded. Even once I managed to open my eyes and see the thing was gone, I stayed, curled into a tight ball.

Have you ever had a word stuck in your head? Like a song stuck in your head, but instead it’s just a word repeating in your mind? When I finally pulled my stiff body from its hiding place there was something rolling around inside my skull:

The basement.

I couldn’t push away the thought. Something about it was important but the memory was just out of reach. I shook my head and it throbbed.

The basement.

I remembered something Uncle George once told me over dinner. It had been cryptic and vague, so whatever sorted the files of my memory had pushed it into a corner.

“Coda,” he’d said, his fork clinking against the plate, “be careful when you’re underground.”

The light burned my eyes when I stepped out of the bathroom. I shut them, pressing my eyelids tight until tiny spots of light exploded behind them and drowned out the pain in my head.

“You’ll understand when you need to, I think,” Uncle George had continued. He was leaning back in his chair now, away from the table. “Our family has a strange history. I’ll teach you about it someday, when you need it, but for now your safety is my priority.”

Underground.

The basement.

I wished Uncle George could come back and explain, because it seemed like “when I need it” was right fucking now. Something warm dripped down my face to the corner of my mouth and I spat onto the floor. The cut on my face was bleeding again. I pulled my phone from my pocket, hands shaking, and typed a message to Leo.

“The basement”

I stumbled downstairs. My legs still shook, my head still throbbed, but I was steadier now. The stairs creaked as I descended to the basement. I hadn’t been down there in a couple weeks and it showed in the thin veil of dust over the stock boxes. I swallowed, my mouth foul and acidic, and pushed past them.

There was a tunnel. The flimsy basement wall had a gaping hole in it, wet and rough around the edges, that opened into a broad channel. The tunnel walls were packed dirt, the hole easily six feet across, and cold, stale air flowed from the opening. I stood silently for a moment, and in the quiet could hear something like open-mouthed chewing from deep in the earth. It filled me with dread.

Feet pounding down the basement steps snapped me back to awareness. I whirled, expecting to see the tall, broken figure again, and nearly collapsed in relief when I saw Leo’s gangly form instead. As soon as he saw me, he sprinted across the room and pulled me into a crushing hug.

“I’m sorry,” I said into his chest, though I wasn’t sure for what.

“It’s okay,” he replied. I pressed my cheek against his shirt. He boxed me in between his shoulders, squeezed a comforting pressure around my own.

“Don’t hug me,” I finally said as I untangled myself from him, newly conscious of the blood and vomit on my shirt, “I’m kind of gross.”

“Coda, what the fuck is goi-”

Something shook the basement walls. Leo, I realized, was clutching my hand so hard I could feel my fingers grinding together in his grip. I felt a thud in my chest, felt it vibrate through my bones and organs like I was standing next to a concert amp. It was all the resonant impact of music without the song itself to package it. Like a song turned inside-out, I thought.  

The not-noise redoubled and Leo’s grasp went slack, his body collapsing to the floor. My nose tickled and began bleeding again, my stomach churning. I was sure my insides were being twisted and liquefied by whatever invisible force shook the room. My whole body shook, but I remained standing.

Through the growing haze of grey static, I saw something pale and fleshy squirm through the tunnel. The sound without sound stopped for a moment and I watched the strange peristaltic motions of its advance.

It was massive, the tunnel’s diameter barely accommodating its segmented body. The skin, pink and fragile-looking, glistened in the dim basement lighting and made a wet sucking noise as it moved. The head was more mouth than anything else, hanging open to display wet rings of muscle and concentric rows of teeth. Tiny eyes, apparently blind, sat uselessly on either side. It sat there silently for a moment, head hanging out of its tunnel and swaying slowly back and forth.

Then I saw the muscles in its mouth ripple and flex, and a moment later felt the thump of noiseless bass in my chest. I doubled over, retching, and heard Leo move behind me. He’d gone still after collapsing but now writhed on the floor, face contorted in agony. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and stood up.

When I opened them, my vision was half static. Through the clear patches I saw copy after copy of my faceless stalker standing around us in a circle. The worm was moving, its body pouring out of the hole in the wall as it made its way towards Leo. I clenched my jaw and tried to push down the fear squirming in my gut.

This thing had killed my great-uncle. It was going to kill Leo. And then it was going to kill me.

I would not let that happen.

My thoughts were unstructured, nothing but rage, fear, and that single conviction. I would not let it take us. I wrenched a scream from deep in my gut, pushing the worm’s silent noise out of my body and mixing with it in the air. They made a buzzing harmony together that pierced cold and sharp through my head. The worm thrashed and gaped its mouth, screaming noiselessly back at me. I kept going, longer than I’d ever held my breath, louder and louder, and it felt like something popped in my throat but I kept going until my world finally went black and silent.

I came to on the basement floor. Everything in the room was covered in a layer of slime with the exception of a clean silhouette where the worm had been. Leo was leaning over me, gently slapping my cheek. I sat up and wiped goop out of my eyes.

“You’re awake,” he said. I coughed.

“I’m aware,” I rasped, “What happened?”

“I’m not sure,” he replied, “but you did something. I think you killed it.”

“Huh.” I tried to stand up, but my legs collapsed jelly-like under me and I fell back to a seated position. Leo snagged me under each arm and hauled me up.

“Careful, whatever you did really fucked you up. I-” he paused. I couldn’t read his expression--he’d turned away, and my eyelids were already drooping shut again. “I wasn’t sure if you were breathing at first. I thought you were dead.”

“Don’t worry, ‘m okay,” is the last thing I remember saying, voice slurred and hoarse, before I lost my grip on consciousness again.

It took me a week to recover. I found out later that most of the town reported mysterious headaches and nausea on the day I fought the worm. Some remembered sudden, inexplicable anxiety. Others complained of a ringing in their ears that faded as the week wore on. I never told anyone what happened. I wrote up some bullshit about being away on vacation and Leo hung it above the “Sorry, we’re closed!” sign for me.

I haven’t forgotten what Uncle George said about our family history. And while I’m certain he’s dead, I’m equally sure he would’ve recorded that information for me somewhere just in case. We’ve been looking through his old books, the ones I packed away after his disappearance, trying to confirm my hunch.

I think I inherited two jobs with this bookstore. I think I know why everyone wanted to keep it in the family. I think there are more of those creatures out there, chewing through the dirt and killing people with their song.

I think maybe I’m supposed to stop them.

[asexual-society]

Aspec & Arospec YouTube List Part 2!

Apparently there are a lot more ace youtubers that I missed on the last list…

The descriptions for each channel are pretty much just copied and pasted from their channel descriptions. Unless they didn’t have a description, in which case I just wrote ‘vlogger’.

Please note: All the content of the channels below may or may not reflect the views or opinions of this blog or it’s moderators. Nor is all of it safe for work or free of problematic elements. Please use your own discretion. 

Note 2: If your favorite youtuber is not on this list, feel free to add on! 

Enjoy!

Aaron Ansuini: A trans ace vlogger who talks about both asexuality, being trans, video games, art, and motivation; Twitter

Abbie Wells: Aspec singer, actress, and vlogger; Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram 

Aced It!: We are just a handful of Ace/Aro YouTubers who wanted to make a community to chat! Hang out let’s talk! ; instagram

Ace Ideas: We are a diverse group of asexuals here to share our knowledge, experiences, passions, hobbies, and stories surrounding our asexuality.; Facebook, tumblr, twitter 

Aceland Alexander Kent: Transgender-Male, Homoromantic, Aceflux-Asexual musician and vlogger. He used to run the queer information channel, Questions and Queeries ; Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, BandCamp

Ahsante the Artist: Artist, Storyteller, Harvard 2015. A place for educated discussion, spirited lifestyle, cultural critique, creative reflection, and the silly goings on in the life and mind of Ahsante; website, Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Portfolio website, Patreon

Androigynous: Hey guys! Andie here. Your resident cat girl. You’ll find gameplay, art, unboxings and feline vlogs! There’s something for everyone. ✨; instagram, facebook

Antastesia: A French asexual feminism/lifestyle/travel/vegan vlogger; Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, professional website

Anthony Pero: Posting funny videos and skits with the purpose of making people laugh. I like to focus on anything from serious topics like depression to goofier subjects like my Facebook newsfeed. My channel also consists of parodies of people I know, things I see, or random events that I think need to be spoofed; Twitter, Facebook, Instagram

ArtByFlan: Sometimes I draw things. Sometimes I record myself drawing things. Sometimes I post videos of myself drawing things here!; tumblr, deviantart, facebook, twitter

Asexualise My Asexual Life:  Asexualise Your Asexual Life: Empower And Enhance Your Asexual Life. Giving Asexuals a voice in the world. It is my mission to give asexuals a voice in the world; to empower other asexuals to be comfortable and confident with their asexuality; and to give insight into my colourful asexual life, to enable others to better understand their own and to know they are not alone. I want to educate others about asexuality, so that in the future, all asexuals can live in society happily.; twitter, facebook 

Autistic Asexual fangirl Adventures: just a vlog page, random ramblings and adventures of a autistic asexual and geek who wants to try and make the word a better place.; twitter

BaptismOnFire: My name is Jack, I love horror and all things creepy. Here you’ll find videos about nightmares, monsters, creepypasta and generally spooky things! Remember to watch the skies, stay paranoid and trust no one…; Twitter, Tumblr, DeviantArt

Blue Phoenix Ace: American ace education vlogger. My goal is to educate people about Aromanticism and Asexuality, because maybe it will help someone learn the truth about themselves before they hit the age of 37!; music channel, Website, Soundcloud, Facebook

BreakfastAlexis: An asexual artist who creates animatics; tumblr, twitter, redbubble

Brian Langevin: Occasional videos discussing asexuality and life in general! This channel also hosts an archive of Everything’s A-Okay - a project Brian Langevin started alongside the project’s writer, Amy Liang, to bring greater visibility to asexuality; Twitter

Channel for Positivity l Understanding l Justice: Demisexual Korean-American motivational vlogger. Stay woke. See BOTH Sides. Social Justice. Bite-Sized Politics. Build more POSITIVITY :D Pragmatic Utopian. Diversity. Understand Humans & Relationships. Embrace Progress.; twitter, tumblr

Christi Kerr: This channel is a mix of whatever I like to do, which mainly includes vlogging but could include any number of things; Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, SnapChat, Instagram

Christine Sydelko: The youtube channel of vine-star/popular internet comedian and her boyfriend; Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat

Clara Unleashed: Denmark based asexual/biromanic vlogger. They also run the aspec focused youtube channel, My Ace Experience ; Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr

Cultlleader: Asexual Vlogger; Instagram, twitter

curlybobofelia: UK based asexuality Awareness, LGBTQ, Mental Health Awareness, Disability Rights, Child Rights & Anti-bullying Advocate vlogger; Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram

Dylan Tyler: I’m Dylan, and I suck at writing the intro things, so let’s just eat a lot of popcorn together and do an unhealthy amount of binge watching. Subscribing makes it easier to find me when you’re up for binging :) ; instagram, twitter

ElectraSnow: Demisexual artist, makeup artist, and special effects makeup expert: Twitter, Etsy, Tumblr, Facebook

Elisa Hansen/Maven of the Eventide: Voraciously vivacious Vampire Reviews. The Maven peers into the realms of the creatures of the night for a humorous analysis of vampires in media and pop culture; Twitter, Facebook

Embly: 18 years old, also the cutest small potato in the neighbourhood, wine mum, also very salty and nostalgic over a jam sandwich she lost over 2 years ago; Twitter, Instagram

Estelle Z: Music, vlogs, scrapbooks, and whatever else I happen to fancy; Tumblr, Twitter, Soundcloud, Facebook, Patreon, Gumroad

happy fish: Autistic, mentally ill, queer, nonbinary person vlogging about my life and trying to pretend I know how to function as an adult.; etsy, tumblr

Heroic Pages: Canadian, lover of books, films and imagination…and also a huge nerd!! Critter! Very much an unapologetic introvert (INTJ) ACE hermit cat lady den mother!; twitter, instagram, goodreads

JakeMale TV: I do Comedy sketch videos but also Vlogs! I share my life experiences with you so you can laugh at my mistakes. I have funny moments in my life, come and join me living my life. Click on ‘SUBSCRIBE’ to be told when I upload a new video! I advice it, MY LIFE IS WEIRD! I also do a University Advice series!; twitter, facebook, vimeo

Jeff Miller: Demiromantic/demisexual transmasculine musician, actor, and all around content creator; Patreon, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr

janeil darnell: An aroace vlogger; twitter

jennaclarek: Heteroromantic asexual. I just graduated college with a BS degree (get it) in Audio/Video Production. I’m also obsessed with Taylor Swift, strawberry cake, and musicals. I mostly make videos about books, but I also make videos about my life, my faith, and the other things I enjoy!; goodreads, twitter, tumblr, instagram, bandcamp

Jourdann: A channel that’s all about ships (the tv kind), college life, and artsy videos; Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram

kaihugstrees: Non-binary asexual. I make videos every week about my life, from travel vlogs and challenges to videos about mental health, disability, and queer topics; Twitter, Tumblr

Kelly McCraw: Akoiromantic Asexual vlogger

Marshall John Blount: Just an Ace guy trying to make it through life…This vlog will be about my everyday life and Asexual awareness…..I hope y'all will tag along on this interesting journey with me 💜💜

marsisnotcreative: Brazilian vlogger. Does covers of songs, videos chatting about stuff i enjoy, giving opinions, rants about some things that bother me, pseudo-artsy videos; twitter, tumblr, instagram

megathornberryy: Aspec book reviewer and vlogger; Goodreads, Twitter, Instagram

Milo Stewart: My name is Milo and my pronouns are they/them. Gender confused college kid named “YouTube’s most controversial trans vlogger” by The Daily Dot; Twitter, Instagram

Mikey Neumann (of Chainsawsuit Original): Ace president of Chainsaw Original and film critic ; Twitter, Website

moonchild: My channel covers a large variety of topics and genres, some of which include asexuality, body modifications, mental health, with the occasional story time or rant video thrown in; Tumblr

Overlysarcasticproductions: Sarcastic, yet informative, summaries of classic and not-so-classic literature and mythology, as well as major historical events! (Red has stated that she is asexual); threadless, cafepress, twitter

Peach The College Girl’s Vlog: Asexual Biromantic gaming channel ;twitter, twitch, snapchat

Phoebe Saturn : i make youtube videos as a hobby and hopefully have a positive impact on your day :] ; twitter

ppusherr: Gender, Sexuality, and Social Issues solved with Positivity and Education; Tumblr

punkygirlontherock: Asexual Canadian vlogger

Ricky Dillon: American YouTube personality and singer-songwriter; Book website, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, Spotify

Sally Le Page: Grey-ace UK vlogger. Aims to bring science further into popular culture by making science videos that make you laugh, make you feel and make you think; Website, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Flickr

sara elizabeth: Demisexual American make-up vlogger. i’m sara and i’m sorta obsessed with makeup and musicals; twitter, instagram

Sebastian Columbine: A horror and surrealist, filmmaker and artist in Los Angeles, California. This youtube channel surrounds Sebastian’s unique style, both in terms of fashion and beauty, as well as their lifestyle and artistic endeavors; Professional blog/website, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, Patreon

skellydun: life is an experience. here are some of mine; Tumblr

SixFootNerd: British, six foot and a total nerd! Just someone talking about Movie/Tv News, Events, Reviews and Discussions; Twitter, Tumblr

Sophie Foster: Demisexual/biromantic fashion, makeup, and lifestyle vlogger from the UK; Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram

SoulOfEbony: I wanna scribble cartoons for a living and make people smile.; tumblr, twitter

Taye Nic: I’m just an 20 year old college student who is trying to live for the first time:) Lol, I just got into makeup! I also love making things, broadway, Disney, my boho chic style lol and NYC more than anything else! I also love to make friends so stop by; twitter, instagram, pinterest

The Asexual Goddess: Ace and in your face. I’m actually an introvert so i don’t know how that works

TheGothicAlice: Asexual Aromantic artist, Manic Panic dyehard, horror junkie, cynic, and part time model; facebook, Etsy, Tumblr

TheMysteriousMrEnter: Asexual/Aromantic animation reviewer; DeviantArt, Tumblr, Twitter, TvTropes, Facebook,

Vivi Addams: Feel free to hang around for a while, watch some Lego animations, hopefully subscribe… Enjoy!; Tumblr, Twitter

[cb-143]

XENO-T as Dads

♥ Xero ♥

Overall:

He loves planning his children’s outfits

he goes out to shop for new clothes like every week;;

Instead of buying those cute bear costumes, he will buy them fashionable clothing

Their kid will a l w a y s be the best dressed, no matter the circumstances or what they have to dress up for

Xero has weird habits… with his hands

honestly, if my hands were as beautiful as his, I wouldn’t stop toying with them either

anyway

his kid would totally pick up those habits

let’s hope it won’t be like that with Xero’s stupidy.

How many children does he want:

He wants to have a small family, but still have some kiddies run around in his house, entertaining his life

So prolly like 3 or 4 little babies

Alone at home:

Do NOT leave your child at home with Shin Jiho… oh my god

He’d squish the baby’s face, taking silly pictures and send them to you.

“Haha look how serious our little munchkin looks :D” - “Nooo Jiho what are you doing with my child”

He’d fuck up trying to feed it.. he’d find any way to do that, even if there was none

He’d leave the kid in front of the TV as he made food…

When some horror movie came up

he didn’t notice at first

until his kid came up to him crying and absolutely horrified (he’d get away with it tho.. Jiho’s so adorable, you couldn’t stay mad at him for long)

First times (school day/word/holding them):

He can’t decide what the kid should wear for their first day in school.. it’s so important

suddenly no outfit looks cute enough

He’d freak out. Fashion is important.

His baby girl would want to wear his jacket

he’d be so cute

but he’d also be in tears bc omg;;

His daughter was gonna be more stylish than him!!

When he sees his kid with their little tiny backpack on, ready for their first day of school… he’d be so overdramatic

He’d deadass clap for them

pretend to cry

Gushing over how cute they look

“They grow up so fast, Y/N… we will be grand parents soon!” - “She’s 6, Jiho.”

They’d have McDonald’s for breakfast.. because he overslept;;;

They’d eat it in the car on their way towards school

He’ll carry them to their car in his hands

Walk into the school building holding their little hand in his big one

…he’d lead her to the wrong classroom

cause a big confusion

embarrass his child

but that’s just what happens

His kid’s first word.. it wouldn’t end well for him

He’d be watching a film together with the kid and you

Laughing over what was happening on the screen

when his kid would say “Pabo”

He’d laugh even harder

He’d be rolling on the floor, finding it absolutely hilarious

But then he’d look over to you – having an angry/shocked expression on your face

and suddenly it wasn’t all that funny anymore.

He’d have to sit when holding his child for the first time

He’d sit next to your bed in hospital, holding the little baby as you slept and recovered

He’d be smiling so wide, unable to believe that this was real

Looking back and forth between his child and you, his wife/girlfriend/Fiancée, he couldn’t believe how far he had come

he had a family now

He stared at the baby

It was so small, tiny compared to his tall frame

How could anything be so small, so fragile?

He promised then, that he’d always protect his child, their life would always come first

The child would become the most important person in his life

What he’d teach them:

He’d teach them lots of silly things;

how to use a crane machine, how to climb a tree, etc

He’d teach them how to use chopsticks

he’d dance with them in silly ways to introduce them to that, as dancing is his passion

He’d also teach them how to win over all the girls or guys

Teaching his kid how to flirt…

and how to do aegyo

the child would cringe

you would cringe

“You’re not even cute. Why does mom love you!?”

He’d teach them Topp Dogg’s songs.

He’d sing them with his child all the time, or dance with them

If they sung them to him one day..

He couldn’t deal with it. He’d cry

he’d be so proud, so emotional;;

When they’re crying/cheering them up:

He’d act silly for them.

Dance for them, but in an awful way

Annoy you in front of them to make them laugh

The child and him would bond through doing funny things together & being silly

He loves to make his child laugh, laughs to be with them and make them happy

He’s childish himself… so he understands them

I’m so soft for dad!Xero omg

Making them laugh/embarrassing them:

He wouldn’t even have to try

Whether it was by being stupid, or by making silly faces, or even doing aegyo, or pretending to be oh-so-sexy

his child would be embarrassed

Jiho is an idiot, and his child will suffer because of it

But it would also make them laugh

His funny/silly dorkiness would never fail to bring a smile to his child’s face.

He’d go all out. Not just making silly faces, but making weird noises, impersonating animals, etc.. He wouldn’t even be ashamed to do such things in public, if it made his little kid laugh;;;

best dad.

Night-time/bed-time rituals:

Counting sheep.. but in all kinds of weird ways.

He’d skip some numbers, going from 5 to 180.000.025, or suddenly jumping to the alphabet or to everyday objects

He’ll stay with his child, lay next to it as he read bed time stories

He’d change the content of the stories, to anything he liked

He’d add cool stuff like dragons

Or put in the child’s name/his name, instead of the names of the prince/ss in the actual story

ALSO

Jiho loves Batman so much

His child would have batman themed Pyjamas;;;

also curtains.. and many other things

Xero would make the kid love batman;;

THIS IS A COLLAB BETWEEN @stray-dogg & @kindasouta

[grittyxsurvivor]

The Cursed Amulet(Drabble)

A famous explorer once said that the extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are. That’s what I always hear in my head. I seek out adventure each day. To find a purpose. But instead it always finds me. Ever since that time at Yamatai, I haven't been the same. I've become much different. I dealt with survivor's guilt. I mean, I killed so many people on that island, the ones who threatened us. We lost good people. Alex, Roth, Grim…….I couldn’t bear it. I still face it everyday. Telling Alex's mother about his sacrifice was hard for me.

The ones who survived were me, Reyes, Sam, and Jonah. We managed to leave the island after stopping Himiko the sun queen and also a few others. Mathias was the cult leader. May he rot in hell. I killed him though with two guns. It wasn’t easy, but I got him. He won't cause any pain to my friend. Sam is very special to me. My best friend.

After that ordeal, I began going on so many adventures around the world. I gathered many artifacts and brought them back to London to study them. They were magnificent. But some made of gold even. I show d some to many researchers too but didn’t take them. But ho did a privileged British girl become so good at killing? Good question. I developed a lot while on Yamatai. It was the survive It. I had to.

But survival is the key. If you want to live through it, you might need to kill to survive. Especially if the ones who harm your friends. I make those bastards pay. The only way to stay alive is kill or be killed. But ever since then, I had people come for me for revenge, but I always make them run after or wounded. I never let my friends down.

I have also come face to face with a cult known as Trinity. Or was it Solarii? Either those two. They weren't happy that I killed their leader Mathias. But he was reborn in another person's body after a ritual when Sam accidentally spilled the blood. Said something about me being a guardian. The last one. I didn’t believe it at first, but it was true. Now I don’t worry about it. But if he returns, Ill be ready.

I remember being around the world searching for clues and other things. With being in archaeology I was very experienced. My jade necklace was my very first find and I did it in penguin pajamas. Yes it's funny to wear but hey I was a kid at the time. I never took it off either since. It's special to me.

But visiting ruins of places was very awesome in a way. I recorded them in a journal as I went on with it. I started writing them down during my travels.

As I went on traveling to another country, I noticed there were beautiful towns and those speaking another language. But I was told to look into an old castle. This was in west of Germany. There was artifacts in the fortress and said to be full of it. I arrived there and took a flashlight out to look inside. It looked centuries old and looked like it aged a couple hundred years. Even more. But it felt bloody cold a bit in there so I wore a coat to stay warm. When nightfall came, I lit the fireplace and sat in one of the chairs and pulled out food from my pack.

I cooked it over the fire and ate it after. I took my sleeping bag out and rested on the floor. It was rock hard. Very uncomfortable. I soon rested my eyes and began to dream. I found myself lost in a ruin somewhere in Eastern Europe. But there were demon like beings in there and I fought them off. But I had no arrows and my weapons were dented. I took off running and fired my gun, but nothing came out.

When it got me, I woke up in a sweat and saw my fire had burned out. Then I heard a loud noise from somewhere in the castle. I don’t know if it's haunted or not. Ignoring the sound I turn over and fall back asleep. Then I heard the noise again two hours later and I got up and went to look around with my flashlight. I took my gun with me incase and I looked around the whole place. The noise got louder as I was closer. Then, I heard weeping. I went closer to see a woman. She sounded young. Like closer to my age.

"Excuse me? Are you all right?"

The woman got up and turned towards me. Her hair covering her whole face and she looks at me.

Woman: GET………OUT!!!!!!!

She disappeared after giving me a warning and wind knocked me out as I dropped the flashlight and everything went black.

Morning came as I heard birds chirping and I got up holding my head and my flashlight was still on. I turned it off and I went ahead to look for those artifacts and get out. I'm an archaeologist and I get scared over the silly things. I think that was a ghost I met last night.

After spending a whole day searching, I found bedrooms and sat on the bed and laying down on it. I rested my eyes and I began to dream again. This time it was around South America. I had good functioning weapons this time. I felt warm air touch my skin and I saw a waterfall pouring down near me. As I walked towards it, I touched the water but my hands didn’t get wet. I heard a roar nearby and I took off running from it. I turn around and it's just an elephant.

I opened my eyes as I heard a noise again. I got up and ran toward the sound and carried my flashlight and aimed my gun.

"Hello? Is someone there??"

I kept walking and I came across a room with the artifacts. I went over to pick it up and I felt a cold wind grip me. Something prevented me from taking it. I turn my head to see the woman again. She showed her face this time. It looked disfigured. Half burned. What did she want? I put it down and the wind let go of me. She shook her head at me as I held it still. It was an amulet that was here. Was this the artifact? Then I heard something click behind me.

Man: You're easy to fool, Croft.

"Why didn’t you tell me this was haunted?"

Man: Because I know that you'd fall for it. Now, give me the artifact and I'll let you live.

My hand shook holding the artifact. The woman grabbed my arm and kept shaking her head at me. As If she didn’t want me to give it to him. This was like a horror movie except it was reality. I watched her place the amulet in my hands to cover them. Then she whispered "run". I grabbed the flashlight and took off running out of there and the man fired his gun at me. I fired back at him and one got me in the leg and I fell over. One bloody shot got me. Damn it.

The man that sent me on this suicide mission finally caught up and grabbed the amulet from me. I was wounded, but not badly wounded. I grabbed my gun and pointed at him as he was about to leave.

"I can't let you leave."

Man: Or else what? You'll shoot me? Face it Croft, you're nothing but a killer. I known about what you did. I can make money from this trinket. You won't try to stop me.

"I can fucking try."

I aimed for his feet and fired a shot at his foot. He drops the amulet after falling and it soon felt heavy to lift. The woman that haunted the place must've lived here. She lifted the amulet and handed it to me.

Woman: Keep…….it…….safe.

I nodded and I took it and I limped our the door. The man came after me trying to pry the amulet from me. I kicked him in between his legs and knee him In the leg. Then I saw police show up and I turn to them as I held my side. I pointed at him.

"I believe he's the one you're looking for?"

Police: Yes. And how did you solve the mystery of this castle? It's been cursed.

I looked down at the amulet and saw the man get arrested.

"I don’t know. But I think it can now be at peace."

I walked out to get medical attention and stitched up. I had a prize at least.

[desparatelyseekinggod]

Supremacy of Christ

Colossians 1:1-23 New Living Translation (NLT)

Greetings from Paul

1 This letter is from Paul, chosen by the will of God to be an apostle of Christ Jesus, and from our brother Timothy.

2 We are writing to God’s holy people in the city of Colosse, who are faithful brothers and sisters[a] in Christ.

May God our Father give you grace and peace.

Paul’s Thanksgiving and Prayer

3 We always pray for you, and we give thanks to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. 4 For we have heard of your faith in Christ Jesus and your love for all of God’s people, 5 which come from your confident hope of what God has reserved for you in heaven. You have had this expectation ever since you first heard the truth of the Good News.

6 This same Good News that came to you is going out all over the world. It is bearing fruit everywhere by changing lives, just as it changed your lives from the day you first heard and understood the truth about God’s wonderful grace.

7 You learned about the Good News from Epaphras, our beloved co-worker. He is Christ’s faithful servant, and he is helping us on your behalf.[b] 8 He has told us about the love for others that the Holy Spirit has given you.

9 So we have not stopped praying for you since we first heard about you. We ask God to give you complete knowledge of his will and to give you spiritual wisdom and understanding.10 Then the way you live will always honor and please the Lord, and your lives will produce every kind of good fruit. All the while, you will grow as you learn to know God better and better.

11 We also pray that you will be strengthened with all his glorious power so you will have all the endurance and patience you need. May you be filled with joy,[c] 12 always thanking the Father. He has enabled you to share in the inheritance that belongs to his people, who live in the light. 13 For he has rescued us from the kingdom of darkness and transferred us into the Kingdom of his dear Son, 14 who purchased our freedom[d] and forgave our sins.

Christ Is Supreme

15 Christ is the visible image of the invisible God.    He existed before anything was created and is supreme over all creation,[e] 16 for through him God created everything    in the heavenly realms and on earth. He made the things we can see    and the things we can’t see— such as thrones, kingdoms, rulers, and authorities in the unseen world.    Everything was created through him and for him. 17 He existed before anything else,    and he holds all creation together. 18 Christ is also the head of the church,    which is his body. He is the beginning,    supreme over all who rise from the dead.[f]    So he is first in everything. 19 For God in all his fullness    was pleased to live in Christ, 20 and through him God reconciled    everything to himself. He made peace with everything in heaven and on earth    by means of Christ’s blood on the cross.

21 This includes you who were once far away from God. You were his enemies, separated from him by your evil thoughts and actions. 22 Yet now he has reconciled you to himself through the death of Christ in his physical body. As a result, he has brought you into his own presence, and you are holy and blameless as you stand before him without a single fault.

23 But you must continue to believe this truth and stand firmly in it. Don’t drift away from the assurance you received when you heard the Good News. The Good News has been preached all over the world, and I, Paul, have been appointed as God’s servant to proclaim it.

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God is supreme over all.  Jesus is God.  Therefore, Jesus is supreme over all.  All creation came from God.  He has always existed and he always will.  The truth is that we can never fully understand God and Jesus and their relationship or how it all works.  Mind Blowing.  But there is no denying that God exists.  When you look at the design in the world, the utter beauty of how things work together.  How rain falls and then evaporates and then falls again.  The way that human beings are formed and knit together with their vasular system and nervous system, and all their systems.  How can you deny a master designer in all of life and creation.  Most would not deny the existence of somthing greater, the issue becomes whether or not you believe that the greater power is an ever present and engaged being.  

Most would agree that God exists, but does God care?  It’s too easy to look at the horrors of this world and conclude that God must not care.  If he did how could he allow children to suffer, babies to die, mothers to mourn?  How could he allow so much hatred and blood to shed?  Why doesn’t he stop it?  There is no simple answer to these complex questions.  However, it sobers me to remember that these questions are basically asking God (which we already know is more powerful than we could imagine) to explain himself to me.  Me...someone who probably has at best an average IQ.  Me...who can’t really understand the trinity and the infinite existence of God.  It seems silly to even ask God to explain something as complex as why certain things happen.  If you accept the fact that as humans we can only see the current space and time of our reality and that God transcends time and space, then we should be concluding that God can see the infinite possibilities of what comes from each event and how it cascades down the road.  His understanding of time and place is much more complex than we can imagine.  So asking him to explain why...that’s like a baby asking why the sky is blue.  

It’s interesting the last couple of lines in this passage... Don’t drift away from the assurance you received when you heard the Good News.  Do I suffer from the belief that I am not saved?  Do I sometimes fall into that questionable place where I worry that I’m not good enough?  That although the Good News tells me that I am saved, that I somehow doubt it because I’m not good enough and that I continue to sin.  Here the passage is telling me that I have assurance that the Good News is always there.  God’s promise to me stays in tacts and He has taken care of the payment.  And for this I should rejoice.  

Heavenly father, hear my prayer.  I understand that I will never be able to comprehend your awesomeness, the power you yeild, the knoweldge you have.  I need to always make sure that I hold you in the highest of places in my heart, to never pull you down to my level, to know that you are supreme and that I should not question your work.  And I need to remember that the truth is that you have already saved me from myself, and that through my faith, I have nothing to worry about because you have already overcome.  Help me to hold on to the joy that you have gifted me with, to look at your sacrifice with gratitude instead of shame.  Help to change me from the inside out, to renew my mind and center my life around you.  Put a burning desire in my heart to chase after you, to want to know you better everyday, but most of all to put you first in my life.  - Amen