#i hope you all enjoy this!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"A Deep And Festering Need." Edward Porris X Famous Actor! GN! Reader.

SO! A friend of mine and I attempted to watch Antiviral (2012) the other day, I say attempted because we could not get through it, but part of why I wanted to watch it was because Douglas Smith was in it and you know I love him! So while I didn’t like the movie, the world it is in is interesting, and I got thinking about the character D.S. plays Edward Porris and I am not saying he will become a regular but fuck it, have a little dark as fuck drabble with him. Briefest of rundowns of the movie, a company sells illnesses that celebs have been infected with, taken right from the host that fans can purchase to be closer to them. Yeah so this goes some places. I am talking some seriously obsessive vibes. I wrote this in one sitting just to get it out. Enjoy. 

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Rating. Mature. Length. 2.3K. Edward Porris X GN! Famous Actor! Reader. No Pronouns specified. Warnings: Obsessive Behaviour. Stalking. Mentions Of Sickness And Needles. Masturbation. Putting Reader On A Pedestal. Breaking And Entering. Restrained Reader. Gagged Reader. Manipulation. Dark Fic! 

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It isn’t enough.

Owning every single movie you were in, no matter how small the part, every single TV show appearance, doesn’t matter how brief, was the start. He collected stories, watched every single interview you had done, every press junket he could get his hands on, every article and interview. 

Next was pictures, signed glamour shots and behind the scene stills. Pictures cut out of tabloid magazines that while yes, they captured you in the sense that they took your picture they didn’t really capture YOU as a person. It was shallow and superficial, done for money, not like what he does, not out of love. He collages his favourites together, meticulous, loves having a spread of you, a proverbial feast for the eyes.

Next he knew he needed things you had touched. 

The clothing that he had bought from auctions, bits of costumes from movies you had appeared in, rich and indulgent fabrics, velvets and embroidered silks. Even the more personal and intimate items he had gotten from private sellers, bits of sheer softness and thin lace that have kissed you places he wishes that he could, things that have the sheer essence of you clinging to them. He would wrap the delicate materials around his shaking fingers and inhale you, the other hand wrapped around himself. The urge to spill into them was tempting, insanely tempting, but he doesn’t want to overpower the lingering bit of you with him. He needs that distinctly you factor to hold onto them as long as possible. He knew if he encased himself in these items while he played he wouldn’t be able to control himself or hold back and would make a mess of them, ruin them. 

He found out your favourite perfumes and bought them naturally, cost was no object when it came to you. He sprayed his bed with them so he could imagine you in the sheets beside him, would spray it on your items. Even if he had the worst day imaginable, he could come home and the smell of you would waft over him and the stress would melt out of his tense body. 

When the Lucas company announced that they had added you to their line-up he knew he needed it. The next step. To be made sick with something that was inside of you, to have part of you inside of him? A dream come true. 

The place was unsettlingly sterile. White on white on more white still. He waited in the pristine waiting room with sweaty palms and soon found himself on the other side of a glass desk, bare except for three packages in the space between him and the agent and a TV playing a small video of you on loop. 

He couldn’t look anywhere but you.

The video was ten seconds long but he didn’t care. It was you in a similarly white room, (was it filmed here? Had you been in the same building as him?), a small cock of your head, a warm and fond smile, the kind that he had seen as an after effect when an interviewer genuinely made you laugh. Whoever was behind the camera, did they tell a well timed joke to get that smile out of you? The sales person was speaking, talking to him but he was still looking at you in that outfit, your favourite colour, it looked so good on you. 

“So which would you like?”

He still didn’t look away from you as he selected. 

The experience was a good one, he shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much but he did. The person who sold it to him was the same to administer it, he had selected the first sample you donated, a common cold. He wasn’t counting on how weirdly joyful it made him. Stuck in bed, feeling weak and exhausted, throat raw from coughing, feverish and stricken with chills. But he loved it, a high like no other when he was so low knowing that he had the same experience you had, that the same illness that had plagued you was now in him. 

He went back over and over again till he had everything you ever had.

He’d never felt closer to you. And it still wasn’t enough. 

He met you. At a movie premier. You were a vision, the movie was amazing, your performance was moving, he got to speak with you. He felt like he was on cloud nine, he asked questions, you seemed happy, answered his questions and took a picture with him. 

It fueled him on his next venture, pushed him to it. 

It was your fault really.

You had set up camp inside him and he fucking craved you. He would touch your belongings, watch your interviews, trace the curve of your cheek on a picture he had of you by his bedside, the injection sites where that part of you had entered him and he would ache. It wasn’t enough, none of it was. 

He needed more. 

He needed you. 

Your address was not hard to find, he had it memorised for God knows how long. He planned as long as he needed, this couldn’t be rushed, this meeting needed to be perfect after all, it was what you deserved, what you both did honestly. Stalking you was almost too much fun, gave him such a rush it was hard to give up but he knew actually getting to have you would be infinitely better.

He had studied the security well, breaking in was almost laughable, but he wasn’t laughing. He was inside your house. It was so thoroughly you. Bits of you were everywhere. A veritable treasure trove but he couldn’t waste his time, not for long anyway, not when you were upstairs. 

When he found your bedroom his breath caught. 

You were splayed on your bed, in silky nightclothes, just a thin sheet covering you on this summer night, a fan going in the corner of the room. You looked gorgeous, like a renaissance painting but better, so, so much better because it was you, real and here, living and breathing. 

He reached into his bag, fingers closed around expanese of coiled rope and he approached slowly and quietly. 

You woke up slowly, limbs felt heavy, much too heavy, you were having trouble breathing, you felt weird. You stirred and you realised that there was something in your mouth, your tongue tried to push it out but you couldn’t. You tried to reach to your mouth to pull whatever it was out but you couldn not. Your arms couldn’t move. Your eyes opened, still bleary with sleep and you moved, tried to shift to sit up but you couldn’t. You struggled, eyes darting around, squirming, trying to find out what was going on and you caught the sight of them, ropes, tying your wrists and ankles to the bed posts. You were tied to the bed and gagged.

You wondered how, you screamed into the gag but then the mattress sagged, you looked up to find you weren’t alone. A man, sitting on the bed with you now, you could barely make out his face, you could see he was clad in all black, see a mop of brown curls on his head, he reached out to you, was speaking to you. 

“Hey, hey, shhhh, it’s okay! It’s only me.” Me who? You didn’t recognize him at all. 

A questioning sound comes from behind the gag and he laughs a little, “Oh you can’t see me, hold on.” 

He reached over, turned on the lamp, the soft yellow glow of the light fills the space between you and you can see his face. A warm smile, blue eyes looking back at you, expectant, hopeful, like he wanted something. But what could he want?

“This is like so embarrassing but I am a massive fan. I’ve been following your work almost your whole career, you are just-” 

He exhales, a small shake of his head, “-amazing. The best in film working today, I mean it you know! People could take lessons from you! Learn something and they should, from the way you carry yourself to the devotion to your craft and-”

He kept rambling on, excitedly, talking about you, in depth, about all manner of things. He was manic, as if he couldn’t settle on one thought for long or as if almost all of the things pertaining to you were of equal note, all his favourite.

This guy was crazy, a mad obsessed fan, someone who broke in and you were alone and tied and gagged and who knows what he would do to you. 

Tears began to well up, your shoulders shook and breathing turned erratic. He took immediate notice. His hands reached out, one on your thigh as he tutted and cooed to you, “It’s okay, I know this is a lot, but I am here for you, I can help you through it! This is going to be a big transition.”

His hands on you made you jerk and you struggled harder, screaming into the gag and his hand on your thigh gripped harder. 

“This might help. You know we’ve actually met before, here, see?” He held up his phone, showing you a picture. “We met at that film premier you had last month and we took this together-”

You see yourself dressed to the nines like your team always did for an event like this, you next to him, a big smile on your face, typical when taking a photo with a fan and him, looking utterly delighted. You do remember him upon seeing the picture. He was nice, sweet, very complimentary, asked a few interesting questions about the film, insightful ones, he didn’t overstep and asked so nicely for a picture that you went along with it no problem, did it happily even. 

You never really know who someone truly is. He seemed like such a normal guy but here he was, sitting on your bed, having broken in and tied you down. 

“-I love this picture. I made it my lock screen. Getting to meet you then was so fucking good, best I thought I could ever feel-” His other hand met your face, back of his knuckles brush over your cheek and he inhales shakily, “-till now anyway.”

You start to cry then. The tears finally fall and he seems so concerned. “I know, no one has ever cared this much about you, right?” 

You can see through the tears he is smiling, this soft and sad kind of smile, concern in his eyes. “No one gets you like I do. No one understands you like me. I see the real you, I’ve loved you for years.” 

He didn't stop talking.

“I’ve had all the sickness you have. Some of you is inside of me, we-we’ve had the same experiences, shared that pain, that agony. That first cold I got from you knocked me on my ass.” He laughed, as if it was fucking funny. “I was bedridden for like four fucking days.”

Oh he was one of those. You hadn't wanted to give your samples to that company but the studio and your publicist insisted. They said it would be good for your career, that your fans would love it. You supposed they were onto something.

Sick was right, he was sick, how can he talk like this? As if you were old friends? Like you weren't tied up and afraid for your life, shaking like a leaf.

He says your name and nearly shivers at that and you whimper behind the gag. He leans closer, you can smell him now, the scent of him is sweat and musk and something with a lot of spice and heat behind it, a smell that in another circumstance might light a fire in you but now it just serves to turn your stomach.

He reassures you. “I am gonna treat you so well. I am gonna do everything I can until you care about me, like I care about you.” 

He was off the deep end. Totally obsessed. You were in massive trouble.

It took less time than he thought it would honestly. 

You and he spent so much time together, you learned all about him, you were invested in him, cared about him, he had done everything right and now you didn’t have to hide. Sure you had been put off by his collection at first and his uh intensity, but you learned to love it all, to love him. 

You made your relationship public. He stole you away that night for about six months and the public had missed you, he felt guilty hiding you away, if he was one of those poor fuckers who was denied you for a half a year he would have died. At the same time, having you all to himself was, bliss, heaven, an extended honeymoon and you weren’t even married. Yet.

But there was time for that later.

He was with you almost always. He insisted but the few times he couldn’t be with you he trusted you, no way would you betray him at this point. 

It was nearly a year since that night, another premier, like that first night he met you in person, but this time he wasn’t some fan behind the velvet rope, he was just as dressed up as you were and he was your date. 

He was close enough he could hear you. 

“So you’ve almost always come to events like this alone, but you aren’t tonight! How did you and Edward meet?” 

The interviewer asked and you leaned in a little closer to the mic they were holding, big smile on your lips as you said, “Oh! We met at my last premier actually, he was a fan, we started talking and just clicked so well, around a month later we ran off on that little impromptu vacation everyone’s been talking about.”

“Yes! Meeting and so quickly going off on a trip for half a year with almost no word from you! Everyone was going crazy wondering where you went, some people thought you were missing or kidnapped, can you imagine?”

You laughed just a little too hard at that and so did Edward. 

“So you met, you fell in love, galavanted off, and then came back and everyone was more hungry for you than ever, it wasn’t planned that way but it was an amazing career move.” The interviewer continued.

  You began to respond, “True, true, I didn’t plan it like that but it’s not why I did it. I just…” You glanced over your shoulder, he smiled wider, he waved to you and you finished your thought, “...Couldn’t say no to him.”

[sleepingcrisis]

If Adam's existence in the show is why so many ships are dark, then why do his fans want it both ways? You can't argue it's fine for him to be redeemed in canon if abusive takes are still accurate, because then the canon is redeeming an abuser and can be criticized for how it's done. People don't want Adam to be actually not abusive because then it would make the content for his ships OOC, like how Langa has to be flattened to make Renga "dark". People don't want Adam to be someone not abusive.

Anyway ignoring all of that. I'm finally going to keep my promise of using these to prop up my fics!

This one is mainly snakeblossom but with have some tadaai and loveblossom sprinkled in!

This is some matchalovesnake that I got from an ask. Mainly just Kojiro and Tadashi, but I also really like this fic.

More matchalovesnake??? It is just them cooking 🥺 I'm soft for them okay

I adore this fic!!!! Matchalove soulmates au??? I'm working on the third part and actually making this into a fic 😊

Tadaai with Tadashi helping Adam calm down before a press conference 👀 i think yes

Anyway I think sharing these is a better use of all our time then entertaining the assholes ask. I might write some more soft Adam content because it is some of my favourite.

[timelesstempo]

{9:52 pm} after a full afternoon of eating heaps of food and playing dozens of games, the sky finally darkens and dim stars twinkle in the distance. the moment everyone has been waiting for has finally arrived; it’s time for fireworks.

johnny readjusts himself on the blanket you had laid in the grass, making room for you to snuggle close to him. the air, though hot in the daytime, is now a little chilly causing light shivers to take over your body. johnny notices this and steals a blanket from the members sat on his other side, ignoring their whiny protests. he pulls you close to him and wraps the blanket around both of your shoulders, enveloping you in as much warmth as he can provide.

patriotic music floods the park, cheers of excitement erupting from the rather large crowd who’d been patiently waiting for the show. suddenly, bursts of color illuminate the dark sky accompanied by loud explosions that make you slightly jump in johnny’s arms. he giggles at how easily you were startled despite the inevitable boom.

he turns his gaze back to the sky to watch the fireworks and for a little while you do too, but you can’t help but sneak a glance at your boyfriend near the end of the show.

the colors of the rainbow light up johnny’s face just as much as his soft mesmerized smile does. the sparkles of light in the sky are reflected in his big brown eyes. he only blinks when he absolutely has to, not wanting to miss a single spark.

you snuggle closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. here with johnny, surrounded by your closest friends under the brilliant night sky, you’ve never felt more at home.

[theriversarebroken]

Chapter Six: A Merry Band of Misfits

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Loreley belongs to @thecrystalflame

Lock belongs to @snakesonawave

Helene was pacing, biting her bottom lip, cursing profanities under her breath. Loreley was not back, and that meant one of two things. Helene was abandoned, or she had run off to tell someone of her abilities. Necromancers weren’t rare but they weren’t common, and if you could get your hands on one, you’d never die. She bit her once clean nails down to a nub, staring out the window occasionally to see if anyone suspicious was showing their face. As she was busy with her paranoia, the man she had bathed was beginning to formulate sentences.

“Where am… me?”

“I. The proper word to end that sentence is I.” she turned from the window and back to the man. He was sitting on the bed, staring into his heavily scarred hands. She crouched in front of him, placing her once nicely manicured hands into his. “Do you remember your name yet?” she asked, the smallest of smiles on her face. It wasn’t genuine, she just wanted to be the first person he trusted. She did just raise him from the dead.

“I… am…” he tightly grabbed hold of her hands and his eyes had a haze over them. “Hungry.” he lunged, teeth ready to tear her throat open, but Helene needed to merely look at him and he was on his back, convulsing in pain.

“Now, beastie, you need to understand that you can’t kill your creator. It’s like… vampires. Only I’ll literally send you to hell if you ever try that again. Understand?” she asked while the pain was still shooting through his body. “Hmm… I like that name. Beastie.” she stood and pulled her hands out from his, tilting her head. “Beast will be your name until you can actually remember your own.” her attention was drawn back to the window, paranoia still chilling her bones. She knew she should leave, make her way to the to the Capital City, finish this business, but having a living, breathing person with her was so… nice. Loreley didn’t stink too bad, she could actually carry a conversation, and not to mention she didn’t just try to eat her. She pressed her lips together and decided to make a trek to the nearest town. If Loreley did decide to tell someone about her abilities, they’d come looking here, not the next town. She sighed, her attention back on the man, who was simply laying on the bed. “C’mon, Beast.”

“Hungryyyy.” he whined, though sat up as he was told. Helene ignored him and grabbed his hand, taking him from the room. They marched down the steps, Helene dropping a handful of gold pieces onto the counter, rather than wait for a price. Then, she made her way to the next town, unfortunately in the opposite of the Capital City. She just needed to lay low for a while, keep her head down until Loreley showed her face, or any goons sent after her were killed. The town she found herself at was even shadier than the first one, going as far as having its very own public fighting pits. On top of it all, it began to pour on the way to the town. Helene’s clothing was covered in mud and soaked in rain, her grumbling about it constantly. Beast made no comment on it, other than his constant hunger.

That meant the Queen’s guard hadn’t come here enough. It seemed that the Queen was only interested in protecting the cities surrounding the Capital City, only reaching a twenty mile radius. Though others claimed she was looking out for the wealthy, she claimed her guard was already stretched thin. Helene was inclined to believe her employer.

She maneuvered easily through the town, keeping a tight leash on her dead man. He lunged at people, but her grip on his hand was what kept him restrained. And the jolt of pain that was sent through him each time he did so. It was like training a dog at this point. She just wanted to get to an Inn, then find him “food”. She could also dry off and get different clothes on. Even though she found the Inn easily, her eyes came across an apothecary. She could go there too, get something to relax Beast, and maybe something extra for herself. Her gut said no, stay hidden, go into the Inn, but her feet took her to the herbal shop. She tugged the man with her and just as she was to grab the doorknob, he pulled her off to the side. She was about to send another bolt of pain throughout his body when the door slammed open, a woman running out with a man on her shoulder.

She slammed him into the mud, air whooshing from his lungs. The next Helene saw, that woman was on top of him, her fist striking his face multiple times. As she raised her fist for a knockout blow though another body tackled her, shoving her face into the wet mud before they picked her up and slammed her against the wall of the shop. Beast was going to step up, but Helene held her arm out, curious as to what was going on. And why Beast suddenly wasn’t complaining about his hunger. Following the first woman, a cackling woman came out, dragging a screaming man in armor behind her. She threw him across the road with immense strength, following after him. It was like a game of cat and mouse as he tried to scramble away, her laughter sounding like she was wildly entertained. A third woman followed, shoving two other men back with her shield. Helene at least recognized her.

“Ah… there she is. Loreley did not betray us.” Helene was pleased to know the first human she had travelling with her wasn’t absolute scum. She made eye contact with her and winked, the mercenary surprised that she’d seen Helene here. But rather than dwell, Loreley smashed her shield against their faces slamming them all to the ground in immense strength. While Helene was busy watching the women in action, Beast went up to the guard choking the first woman and tore him off of her, then proceeding to beat the ever living shit out of him. Helene didn’t bother to stop him. Loreley asked if she was okay, purple bruises already forming around her neck. She held her up, the mud too slippery for her to support herself. She nodded and took a deep breath, looking up to where the man she tackled was.

“Where is he?” she asked, glancing around, her eyes focusing on him easily. He was running and he was dressed for a Royal Wedding. Not that hard to spot. She began running, Loreley following her. The woman glanced back at the one who seemed to be having too much fun. “Lock!” the woman followed the other two. Out of nowhere, the first woman threw an axe, just a bit before the running man. Lock popped in front of him, despite the fact that she was the farthest behind, and grabbed him by the neck.

“Nice. I didn’t know I could do that.” she threw the man down into the mud, Loreley and her companion running up next to her.

“You fucking piece of shit.” the first woman grabbed his shirt and picked him up, her piercing blue eyes fiercely staring him down.

“Wh-wh-whatever your price, I’ll give it to you.” he begged, though the woman shook her head. “I saw you fight in the ring, the last thing I want is to anger you, Nami.”

“Don’t you even think about using my name again.” she hissed,her fist twisting the clothing tighter. This man was going to die.

“P-pl-please. I just want to live. I’ll change my name, move away, never deal in slaves. Oh, please. Have some mercy.”

“He’s lying.” Lock spoke up, placing her hand on Nami’s shoulder. “I can tell. He has no intention of stopping anything.” Nami looked up at the other woman through the rain and nodded, looking back down at the man with a highly raised eyebrow.

“We can take him to the Queen. She loves getting slavers and freeing every single one of their slaves as they have to watch. She makes a small business crumble with only a few signing of papers.” Helene snickered, Nami looking up at her and wondering who she was exactly and why she was here. “Or you could kill him. You clearly hate slavers and he clearly deserves it.” she decided to try and play Id in this situation, see what would make the woman crack. Loreley looked up at her quickly and shook her head at Helene.

“Shut up.” Nami kept her eyes on the man, her breathing oddly controlled. She was holding back from killing him. Helene had gotten into her nerves, how delightful. A woman with that much restraint has worked on it for a very long time. Helene could see the fire behind her eyes, and how much sparing his life was killing her. Helene had the same fire in her heart to see him die. Oh, she wanted to see this woman lose control, fail at what she’s been working at for so long. It was one of the greatest things to see in one’s life. But Nami stood, ignoring her urge and took a calm breath. “We can find the Queen’s guard somewhere right? Get him arrested?”

“I’m sure we could find some.” Loreley patted Nami’s back but she shrugged it off, going over to Lock’s axe and picking it up. Her knuckles were white from how tightly she was holding it.

“It’s the right thing, I guess.” Lock nodded affirmatively at Nami, the woman sighing and nodding with her.

“It would be nice if you were alive to take me to the guards.” the slaver had a sick sense of sadism in his voice, his eyes going up to a roof behind Nami. The sound of an arrow whistling through the air hit their ears, as well as an it finding its home in someone’s flesh. Nami felt something sharp prodding her back and she thought it had found its home in her. But when she looked down, there was no arrow, no blood, no pain. She turned to see the arrow going through the man named Beast’s chest. Straight through. But there was no blood and no collapse to the ground. He seemed as if it had barely even bothered him. He broke off the front and pulled the rest through, tossing it to the ground.

“O...kay?”

“What the hell?” Nami asked, looking from the gaping hole, to his face in bewilderment. How was he alive??

“Throw my axe.” Lock had her eyes fixed on the archer, preparing another shot, Nami knowing that if they let the archer live they’d be under a barrage of arrows. She complied with Lock and threw the axe. Once it embedded itself, Lock appeared behind the archer and slammed a fist to their face, a one punch knockout.

“How’re you going to get that?” Loreley asked, finding that it was rather high up.

“Maybe you can throw me up there.” Nami turned her attention to the slaver, dragging him up to his feet. Before Nami could actually say something to the man, he shushed her and spoke first.

“Snake says he misses you.” he grinned when Nami froze up, her eyes seeming like they were in a far off place. “He says that he saw you fighting and can’t wait to make you his again.” then her eyes were filled with rage.

In a split second, Nami had taken a blade from Loreley’s hip, and put it through his gut. She clenched her teeth and put her mouth right next to his ear. “I’ll do even worse to him what I’ve done to you.” Helene had seen it. She’d seen Nami lose the restraint she so desperately wanted to control and it was glorious. It was one of the few pleasures she’d found in life. And it was so simple, too. Just a few words. Nami pulled the blade out and dropped it, trying to steady her breathing. It was in between sporadic breaths and breaking down and crying. Lock stared down from the roof as Nami absently wiped the blood on her hands off onto her shirt. Loreley kept her eyes locked on Nami, obviously in some moral middle ground.

“Are you still hungry, Beastie?” Helene asked, ignoring the collapsing mental state of the woman who just murdered someone. She gestured to the slaver, who was still alive, gasping for air. “Go and eat.” The man widened his eyes as he was reminded of the hunger and immediately knelt next to the slaver, eating his flesh. Loreley’s attention was taken off of Nami and now onto the new situation. She was about to tear Beast off of the man when Helene clicked her tongue. “I wouldn’t. He’s like a feral dog now. Touch him and who knows who he’ll tear into next.”

“How can you condone this?? Cannibalism? He’s eating a person.”

“It’s how bringing the dead back works. For me at least.” Helene took it as if it were no big deal. Loreley knit her eyebrows together and turned from the scene, “Look, we need him to get some piece of humanity back and that means he has to… eat. Plus, this man was not doing anything to benefit society.” Helene now felt bad she’d caused Loreley such distress, wanting to at least explain the situation. Loreley swallowed hard before she met eyes with Helene.

“You remember what I said to you when we met?” her voice was cold and sent a jolt of fear through Helene.

“Yes.” she mumbled, pushing her wet hair from her face.

“Good.” she hissed, turning away from the necromancer and back to Lock, who was still stuck on the roof. It was so easy to tear this group apart. Too easy in Helene’s opinions. She’d learned everyone’s weaknesses, except for Lock’s, in a matter of minutes. The fact it was so easy to pull their strings meant it would be easy for someone else to do so. Loreley had somehow gotten Lock down, and the woman was over by Nami asking her if he’d put a curse on her. Nami had no response, just remained speechless, Lock crouching next to her in the mud.

“You’re okay.” Lock told her, trying to get some sort of movement from the woman. She searched her face to try and see Nami snap out of what had been done to her. When nothing happened, Lock resorted to gently touching her hand and remaining by her. She ignored the mud. She ignored the rain. She just stayed. Helene began to pace, watching Beast, looking at the destruction around this group. Clearly the man they went after had connections if he’d mentioned another slave owner. They wouldn’t stop until everyone in this shitty little group was killed. And… well… Helene couldn’t have that. She might be a dead raising woman who enjoys seeing others fall, but she wasn’t heartless. So, she cleared her throat and spoke up.

“Seeing your gifted abilities fighting today, I’d like to offer you all a job. Escort me to the Capital City and I will pay you all handsomely. Give you anything you could want. Information, money, armor, a new life.” her eyes lingered on Nami, who had found steadiness in her breath again, though hadn’t taken her eyes off the ground.

“Could you get information? On a certain sorcerer?” Lock asked, moving her gaze from Nami to Helene.

“Of course. All sorcerers and sorceresses need to register with the crown.” Helene seemed perplexed why the woman was so interested in one, but she was just trying to get them to travel with her. “I already have Loreley on my payroll. How about two more?” Nami gave a wordless nod and Helene clapped her hands together in satisfaction. It looked like she was now a part of this merry band of misfits. The only trial they faced now was getting to the Capital City in the next day.

[mafiadean]

here’s that q&a video i promised you all!

(if you’d like to know the order of the questions you can see the list here - it probably won’t be up for much longer, but it’s still up)

[alreadymissings]

X » CLIFFORD AU

summary: it was the summer when i saw your face, looked like a teenage runaway

ship: michael/lennon

part: chapter two

link: wattpad, tumblr

[clovehs-blog]

Hello everybody, i just wanted to tell you about an amazing opportunity i have been given!

I am working with the store lonely magpie. Lonely magpie is an amazing company that sells homemade necklaces and bracelets that are absolutely gorgeous! i especially love the night sky necklaces, and the christmas bundle would make the perfect christmas present, and for an amazing price! All of their jewellery is such amazing quality and will go with everything. 

And to make things even better, I have been given a 20% code to give to you all, the code is: RH2K1Z!

However, the code only lasts for two weeks, so go buy to your hearts content at a cheeper price, and make somebody's christmas with one of lonely magpie's perfect necklaces or buy one for yourself, i promise you will not regret it x

[theworldoffrasier]

Moments in the Life of Niles Crane

Niles musters up enough strength to enter a gas station bathroom. He opens the door, nearly passes out, and exits quickly before he can enter.

Against his wishes, Maris has Niles walk around in the garden eliminating bees, which she is highly allergic to. When he finds one, he stiffens up and becomes unable to move. Yoshi the gardener must come to his rescue.

Niles attends a dinner with a large number of guests, and upon arriving at his table is asked by a famous Seattle author where he bought his tie. Thrilled to be spoken to by such a person, he beams with pride…then finds he can’t remember where the tie was purchased.

Niles travels to six different stores trying to find the perfect flowers for Daphne’s birthday. "Roses are far too common, daisies are much too simple, carnations aren’t colorful enough…"

Upon seeing a crying woman in the Armani store’s parking lot, Niles stops and spends a half an hour trying to console her. After she stops crying, Niles gives her a book of spritely poems that he had bought that day and goes back home.

[perpetuallylocked]

A ranch vacation takes a terrifying turn when a ghostly horse appears and terrible things start to happen. Is it driven by the vengeful commands of its long-dead master, Dirk Valentine? Or is a living villain behind the ranch's string of bad luck?