#i ran out and looked up and there was 3 guys with their axes right by the window I was like okkkkk time to go back

[nosyrobin]

THE WHITE BAT

prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Warning: blood , canon violence, ooc for Damian(?)

Summary: again the bat fights crime, the bird comes to help. Ending in a bird’s injury, and bat’s protectiveness. Making the relationship bloom even more between the two young heroes.

Gun shots rang out in the alleyway, a swish sound connecting as a criminal falls straight onto their ass.

The knight strides towards their foe, glowing pink eyes as their hand graze the brick walls. Sharp claws, scraping the damned bricks that dare to make any sound other than nails on a chalkboard. The criminal shake before getting up and running making the white bat smile.

“Oh I love it when they run…” they said before they disappeared within the shadows. Smiling their sharp fangs….

Meanwhile Robin, aka Damian was crouching on a roof. Patrol, well more like a sneaked out one as his father try to ban him from patrol until he can get his “act” right. Dick had called it a “rebellious teen phase” making Damian scoff at that. Damian was mostly out on patrol to catch a certain white knight that caught his heart and attention. He hated that he won’t admit that he had secured the white cloak he kept somewhere else.

Okay so maybe he sleep with it some nights (every night) when he wants to think of white knight. But that doesn’t mean he’s that attached to the bat. As he uses his binoculars to scan the area out, that’s when he sees a suspicious person running. But he’s eyes widen when he sees a flash of a white cloak that belonged to a certain knight. His knight. Damian immediately pulled out his grapple hook, ready to meet the person he was destined to meet again.

Back to the bat, they followed the damned criminal. Coming out of the shadows. The shadows belonged to a warehouse, an abandoned looking one as the bat narrowed their pink eyes. Scanning the area, a bright light shined on them. Making them tense as they pushed their cloak off their arms, ready to take on whoever was trying to jump them.

“Hah! The little bat fell for it!” The same criminal said as he smiled with a gold tooth. There were five more guys around, surrounding the young hero who definitely didn’t give a fuck how many there were. They were gonna kick their ass.

As one ran up on the bat, they swiftly dodged the rush and grabbed the crook’s arm. Twisting it before kicking the crook towards another one. As an another enemy was sneaking up behind the white knight, a bat-a-rang slashes their hand that dare tried to touch them.

“Not on my watch.” Robin said as he swooped down and drop kicked the criminal down. “Robin? What are you doing here” the bat says as Robin dusted himself off, immediately putting his back against their as a few more crooks showed up.

“I’m helping you. Isn’t that obvious?” He said with a bat smirk. The white bat laughed out loud, showing their pearly white fangs. “Ah I see…well. Welcome to the show birdy.” The bat says as Robin nodded. They both put their fists up and got to work.

Robin uppercut an enemy before slamming them to his knee, the bat swooped around. Back flipping onto an enemy’s neck and bringing them down to crack their neck on pavement. Smiling as they got up and go to work on the others.

Robin gave a nimble roundhouse kick before you appear above him and gave a nice axe kick. Completing the combo move as you landed gracefully by the bird. It seemed you beat the other up as Robin and you finished his last one. Your cloak covered your body as you looked at the boy wonder. “That was amazing….we should do this next time we meet up. The bat says as they look down at the bird. Robin didn’t say anything other than nodding. The bat nods and goes to walk off.

Meanwhile Robin sucked in his lower lip before grabbing their cloak, prompting the white knight to stop. “Wait….would like to patrol with me? Watch over Gotham, til it’s time for me to go?” He asked softly. The white knight smiled, their pink eyes glowing softly.

“Sure i would—”

Robin’s eyes widen as he immediately jumped in front of you, a shot rang from the air as the bat’s and bird’s ears rang. Robin falls to his knees, making the bat’s eyes widen with fear.

“ROBIN!” Immediately they turn to the person who shot the Batman’s sidekick. It was the criminal from the start of it all. The bat glared as they opened their mouth. A piercing scream came out like a wild tornado at the man. Throwing him across the stone wall of the warehouse.

The man tried to sit up only to get knocked down by a boot to his chest. Blazing pink eyes look at the man with rage as they open their mouth.

“You dare harm him…I shall not be the one to spare your life.” Wide bat wings sprouted from their back. The criminal whimpered as the bat attacked. Leaving screams and blood splattered, but after that was done. There were no traces.

Now it was only Damian moaning in pain and an angry bat’s protectiveness took place. The bat grabbed the boy and head off with a quick leap into the air and onto a roof..

“Fuck” the white knight says, dragging the word as they hopped roof to roof before jumping through an open window of their hide out. Holding the injured bird close to their body.

Lightly putting Damian down as he moans and groans. The bullet wasn’t made to just hurt you, it was made to kill you. And Damian could handle a bullet..or could he? Your thoughts was moving wild as Damian’s eyes were shut tight. Still making noise and gripping onto you as if you would disappear. You shush Damian, lifting his uniform shirt to get a look at the bullet wound.

It wasn’t too deep, but it was stuck. “Sorry Damian…this might hurt you.” You softly say as you used your sharp nails to dig it out. Damian yelled out loudly, making you cringe as you keep digging and digging. The squishy sounds of flesh and his agonizing screams made your heart sink a little. But it ended when you pulled it out perfectly in one piece and started to disinfect the wound.

Damian hissed with slight open eyes now, he felt embarrassed. He could take swords going through his arms by Slade , and practically anything he had to go through when being in league of assassins. But a bullet wound in his stomach that was meant for you.

And somehow he couldn’t handle the pain. That bullet was laced for something that was meant to kill you. But it couldn’t kill him, so he had to jump in front of you and take it. His eyes flutter looking at you, reaching a hand out and touching your cheek.

“You okay?” He asked as he tried to sit up, even if you had just bandaged him up and stitched the wound shut while he was stuck in his thoughts.

“You’re asking if I’m okay after literally taking a bullet for me.. color me stoke..you sure are something birdy..” you said in a low tone, your voice raspy from yelling his hero name as you got up from the bed side. Putting away the med kit. Damian slightly chuckled as he watched you carefully, “of course I have to ask for your wellbeing..we’re…partners..aren’t we?” He asked. He tried to make his tone not so obvious that he was nervous about the fact he said you two were technically friends.

You slowly turned your head around before turning it back at the door out of the room you both were in.

You smirked, “yeah.. I guess we are..”

White bat!reader tag: @minkyungseokie @amber-content @chibiduck

A/N: the more chapters go on, the more longer the story gets…awesome isn’t it?

[ladykailitha]

Spooky season is here and I was just thinking about that tiktok (maybe) of the couple at the haunted house where the guy pushes the girl onto the feet of the ax wielding haunt and then the girl and haunt have a conversation that ends with the girl chasing the asshole with the ax and the haunt happily following her.

But make that Steddie. Steve as the girl. Set between seasons 3 and 4, but in a world where Steve going on a date with a man is surprise not a thing of revulsion (as in people would surprised that he was dating a guy having been a ladies man in high school, but no one would give him shit about it). Because it's my sand box, damn it. I make the rules here!

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Steve wasn't sure what possessed him to go on this date with Jeremy. He didn't like haunted houses. He had seen too many real horrors in his life be frightened of fake ones. But Robin said he could pretend to be scared and cling to the guy's arm, maybe even get a kiss out of it.

What he wasn't expecting was for it to actually terrify him. He was clutching Jeremy's arm the whole way through, chanting in his head "don't hurt them, it's not real." Over and over again whenever the urge to push the actors away or in one extreme case when they were in the haunted hospital break the doctor's nose.

The actor looked too much like Dr Brennan, and while the patient on the gurney wasn't a girl or even had shaved hair, but Steve's protective instinct went into overdrive. It took every ounce of self-will Steve had to keep clutching Jeremy's arm.

They finally hit a room that didn't look so bad. It had a wood floor and four garish statues, one in each corner. Their fog machine was working in high gear but seemed to collect around one figure in particular.

It held an ax over its head, its mouth open in a silent scream. The robes that gathered around its sandled feet were perfectly rendered in stone. The sleeves of the robe revealed a couple of bat tattoos on the right forearm.

Steve was entranced, he let go of Jeremy's arm for the first time since they started and took a step toward it.

It was then the actor jumped off his pedestal and swung his ax down.

Jeremy did the inexplicable. Maybe even outright despicable thing. He pushed Steve forward into the waiting arms of ax murder. Steve stumbled landing on the actor's feet.

"Whoa!" the actor asked. "Are you okay?" He put the ax down and helped Steve get to his feet.

"Did he really just shove me at you to save his own ass?" Steve asked in shock.

The actor cocked his head to the side. "That's what it looked like to me. I hope that was a friend and not a date..."

Steve winced. "Sadly, the latter."

"Fuck, dude," the actor said. He spotted the ax. "You want to get revenge?" He picked up the ax and handed it to Steve.

Steve laughed. "Hell yeah!"

He ran after Jeremy, very plastic ax in hand, the actor cheering him on.

The next room was holding Jeremy so that he wouldn't be split from Steve and gotten lost. It was full of evil clowns. Something that apparently Jeremy was terrified of, judging by the screaming he had been doing.

The actors spotted Steve coming at their prey with an ax and Eddie cheering him from behind, they immediately clocked what had probably gone down. They let Jeremy pass them and two of the clowns broke off to chase him out of the haunted house, gaining cast members with each passing room (still enough remaining to scare other patrons but obviously gaining a crowd to hound this guy.)

He exited the haunted house screaming obscenities at Steve and the actors. The crowd laughing and pointing. He got into his car and drove off.

The smile slid off Steve's face. "Fuck. There goes my ride home."

The ax murder laughed as all the other actors went back inside. He pulled off his hood to reveal a mess of dark brown curls and grey face paint around his eyes on his lips. "I've gotcha, big boy."

"Eddie Munson, right?" Steve asked when he finally placed the face.

"Aww," Eddie cackled. "You do remember me."

Steve scoffed. "Kinda hard to forget."

Eddie's grin grew big. "Duly noted." He scratched the back of his head. "I am sorry about the shitty date though."

Steve shrugged. "It turned out more fun then I thought it would."

Eddie cocked his head again. "True. It's not every day you get chase away a bad date with plastic ax."

Steve handed it back to him. "Shouldn't you be getting back? Won't the other patrons find it odd when the room is empty of scares?"

Eddie smiled slyly. "Who says I left my post unattended?"

Steve's eyes went wide. "How many more of the statues are actors?"

Eddie leaned forward into his space. "I'll never tell," he said sing-song.

Steve laughed.

"Just let me inform my boss I'm taking you home and clean up this makeup, I'll get you home, Stevie," Eddie said.

"You don't have to do that," Steve mumbled. "I'm sure I could call someone."

Eddie shook his head. "Nah, I've got you."

"Thanks."

Ten minutes later Eddie was back on the pavement standing next to Steve. He was back in his usual shredded black jeans and leather jacket. But he wore a denim vest over top of it.

"I like the vest," Steve murmured. "I like pins and things."

"Patches," Eddie said.

Steve hummed his confusion.

"The other things are patches," Eddie explained.

Steve smiled. "That's cool."

Eddie pulled up to Steve's house without asking for directions.

"Should I ask how you knew that?" Steve asked as he got out of the van.

Eddie just waggled his eyebrows as he got out of the van too.

"You gonna walk me to the door, Eds?" Steve asked with a smirk.

"These woods behind your house are pretty fucking scary, dude," Eddie said with a huff of laughter.

Steve just shook his head and bit his tongue to avoid saying exactly how much.

They got to his door and Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve's lips.

It was sweet and warm. "What was that for?" Steve asked, breathlessly.

"Isn't that what you do at the end of a date?" Eddie asked with a teasing grin. "Walk them to door and give them a kiss good night?"

Steve laughed. "Yeah. Yeah it is. Good night, Eds."

"Good night, Stevie."

Eddie walked to his van. "If you want to go on a date that doesn't end you chasing your date with an ax, you know where to find me."

Steve grinned. "I might just take you up on that. Provided it's not another haunted house."

"Don't worry, baby," Eddie said with grin. "I'm loyal. Just a one haunted house kind of guy."

Steve shook his head and unlocked the door. Before he close it behind him he could hear Eddie celebrating, cheering and hollering.

Robin was never going to believe him when he told her how his date went.

But that's okay. She was right. It was fun.

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[fishfooddude]

omg I love your work! I was wondering if you can write about the reader sleeping over at carmy’s place for the first time. maybe they cook dinner together and stuff? 🫶

Slumber Party

A/N: I kinda wish I'd gone in a different direction with this one, but it works, ya know?

The Bear MasterList

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“Thanks, Carmy. My roommate is being absolutely bat shit.” you smiled as you followed Carmy into his apartment. “No problem, baby.” he grinned. Tonight was the first time you were sleeping over at Carmy’s place. While the two of you had been together for a while, there was still a layer of nervousness. It wasn’t like you two hadn’t spent the night together before, but it was always at your place. Carmy said he didn’t mind the longer commute to work, but the reality was he’d been back in Chicago for a few years now but had made minimal effort to make his apartment an actual apartment. For Carmy, it was just a place to sleep and shower. After meeting you, he decided it may be time to establish real roots; he’d made his apartment slightly more homey, but Sugar still said it was like a college kid’s apartment except with Carmy’s OCD-like cleanliness levels. 

“Wanna put your bag in my room?” he asked, hoping he remembered to make the bed that morning. “Uh yeah…” you grinned. “It’s just down there.” Carmy cocked his head to the right, “Sorry if it smells like cigarettes in here…” “Don’t worry about it, Carm. I’d be sleeping on the L now if it weren't for you.” 

You looked around Carmy’s bedroom. You’d visited him in the past but realized this was the first time you’d been in his bedroom. It was bare except for a deli container half filled with water and a book on his bedside table. After dropping your backpack next to his, you stood in the middle of his room, taking in the sight before you. When Carmy slept at your place for the first time, he admired the pictures you’d hung and the posters tacked to the walls. He liked how you’d painted the walls and had a dedicated area to get ready. He liked the mountain of pillows on your bed and the extra throw blankets you kept at the foot of the bed, and now, standing in his bedroom, you’d realized why he liked your place. You ran a hand down the quilt atop his bed and sat down. His mattress was firm; you took a deep breath, absorbing the scent of Carmy’s cologne and cigarette smoke.

“Hey baby, you hungry?” Carmy asked from the doorway, “I could eat.” he shook his head at your comment. “I need to get some stuff from the store. Wanna come?” “Do you mind if I stay here and shower?” he shook his head, “Go for it. Towels are in the closet.” 

The hot water of the shower felt good on your muscles. As you rinse the shampoo out of your hair, you can’t help but notice the 3-in-1 Axe in Carmy’s shower organizer. You didn’t think Carmy was that kind of guy to use 3-in-1, but tonight was the night you’d learn more about him. After drying off with a worn-out, bleach-stained bath towel, you slipped on your pjs, which consisted of an oversized t-shirt and old running shorts. By the time you’d finished your skincare routine, Carmy had returned to the apartment. 

“Can I help?” Carmy looked up as you entered the kitchen, “Of course, baby,” Carmy smiled. “I can always use a sou.” you laughed as he threw you an apron. You stood next to Carmy grating cheese while he explained the difference between real chicken alfredo and the “alfredo” you’d make at home. You giggled as he got progressively more passionate about it. You bumped him with your hip to get his attention, “Okay, Mr. Chef. I grated the cheese.” Carmy rolled his eyes before kissing your cheek. “Thank you.”

[drefear]

Sister's Mister

Summary: Your sister meets Miguel O'Hara, a smart playboy that goes to your college and you so happen to have a crush on. When the two start to date, he begins to act weird towards you.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

TW: Drinking, insecurity, family, throw up.

“Where’s my curling iron?” Your sister screamed from the other room, stomping around with a clip in her hair and her dress half-tied. You lounged on your bed as she ran around, both living at home still as you were both still in college. She was 4 years older than you, currently getting her PHD in psychology as you were currently in your third year of your undergraduate. Your major was chemistry , wanting to experiment and become a scientist that worked with enhancement drugs. 

You were 21, while your sister was 25, and you two were very close. Sometimes too close. Same taste in tv shows, shared clothing styles, and sometimes even men… 

But your sister was going on lots of dates, while you were woefully single. The two of you differed there. 

She was always out and about, jumping from man to man, while you stayed home and preferred to be alone. 

The quiet of your bedroom was comforting, just your fingers typing your essay on your keyboard as the fan cooled you down in the middle of the summer. You were taking summer classes to get a head start in your fourth year, wanting to hurry it up and jump into a career. 

“Did you borrow it?” She asked again and you sighed, closing your laptop and putting it on your bed. Getting up, you saw her rushing around and trying to tie the back of her dress. 

“No, I hate curling my hair.” You folded your arms as you leaned on the doorframe and watched her bend down to clasp her heels. 

“Come out with us tonight, I heard that super hot guy in your honors chem class is coming.” She wiggles her brows at you. 

Laughing, you shook your head. “Gianna, I already told you, I have to finish this assignment.” 

We both know you’re almost done with it, so hurry up and then get dressed. Gwen’s picking us up soon.” She threw a navy blue dress at you and you just nodded. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. 

It was a bad idea. You felt awkward in between all the sweaty, dancing bodies. You hated how close everyone was to you, practically on top of each other as the bass pounded into your ears. You sipped your gin and tonic, and found a seat at the bar, not wanting to constantly be bumped into by the group of other college kids in front of you. 

Gianna danced with her friends, who took you under their wing and tried to get you to be social, but it didn’t work. You stayed at the bar and watched. 

A hand on your shoulder made you turn and look into the chest of the man trying to get your attention. 

“Hey, you’re Gianna’s little sister, right?” 

 Gianna’s little sister.

That’s how you were constantly referred to, living in the shadow of your cool, popular older sister. You never minded before, but for some reason, it bothered you to hear tonight. 

“Yeah, she’s over there.” You pointed and looked back at his face. 

“She was talking to my friend for a while, he’s around here somewhere. I’m Peter, this is Hobie.” He pointed to the guy behind him and you finally absorbed the two men. 

Peter seemed like the normal straight white dude, light brown hair and a 10 o’clock shadow with the smell of axe body spray and a bright, wide smile. Hobie wore chains around his neck and a fishnet tank top with a black shirt underneath, wicks long and pointing in every direction. His piercings were shining in the club lights and the two couldn’t look any more different against each other. 

And here you were, the dress a bit tight on your front your sister’s thin, model-like frame. You had more plush to your thighs and butt than she did, as well as a fuller bust. The spandex fabric held you tight as you bit your bottom lip, shaking both of their hands. Hobie kissed the top of yours and you flustered a bit, Peter laughing. 

“My girlfriend is around here somewhere, and- oh, there’s Miguel.” He pointed and you watched as his eyes widened. “Oh boy…” You heard Peter chuckle as you turned to look at where he’d pointed and saw your sister in the arms of a big, muscular Greek god. You tilted your head and recognized him. 

“Miguel… O’Hara?” You said out loud. She wasn’t just fucking a guy from you chem class, she was fucking the smartest guy in your whole fucking major. 

“Yeah, you know him?” Peter asked and you just sighed, nodding. Unbeknownst to your dear sister, you’d had a massive crush on him since you saw him the first day, and now he had his mouth on her neck as they grinded against each other. 

The oxygen left your lungs as you felt your confidence deflate. Of course it would be him, you thought to yourself quietly and stood up. 

“Dance with me, girlie.” Hobie instructed and pulled you towards the swarm of gyrating people, not giving you much of a choice. You felt his hands fall on your hips as he guided you to the beat, watching your face as you blushed a bit from the close contact and effects of alcohol. “Relax, I got you.” He spoke and looked around, making eye contact with your sister as she smiled at something MIguel whispered in her ear. Your heart sank a little as you watched and Hobie smirked more, “You wanna make ‘em jealous, get closer to me.” Hobie whispered and you gulped, pressing against him as you saw your sister pulling Miguel towards you. You heard your name as you danced with the punk boy. 

“You know Miguel, right? Don’t you two have a class together?” She asked, and you were about to answer, but you didn’t even get a word out as he spoke. 

“Multiple, actually.” He nodded, eyes scanning up and down your body quickly, before smiling back to your sister. The two of them together looked like a famous couple, something you’d see in an ad for abercrombie. Wth his hand around her waist, you felt out of place, like you were interrupting even though they had approached you. Hobie’s hands slipped around you and you blinked back into the conversation. “Enough chatter, I’ve got a lady to seduce, yeah?” Hobie winked at your sister and pecked your cheek, making eye contact with Miguel. Wasn’t he Miguel's friend? Why would he want to make his friend jealous?

Your sister gave you a small thumbs up as Hobie pulled you away and continued to dance with you, watching Miguel stay focused on you over your shoulder. 

“Why did you do that?” You asked and he smiled down at you. 

“Cause ‘m bored, and Miguel needs a swift kick to the head. He’s blind if he can’t see that you’re the best lookin’ girl in the whole club.” Hobie’s words made you turn red and nod, “just have fun and forget him, he’s stupid.” He added and you leaned in closer, dancing with the rocker boy more. 

You left the club without your sister after watching her practically suck Miguel’s face off in a booth at the club, assuming she’d be leaving with him. And you’d been right, after getting an assuring text from her in the morning saying ‘BEST SEX EVER.’

You couldn’t hate your life anymore than you did at that second. 

Class went by as per usual, but instead of shamelessly gawking at the back of Miguel’s head, you tried to stay focused on anything but him. Which was working until you’d been dismissed and soon heard your name. 

Ignoring him, you felt tension in your shoulders. The last thing you’d wanted was to deal with the awkwardness of him asking for your sister’s number or asking about her life, or if you could put in a good word for him, or anything at all basically. You wanted to be left alone. 

Days later, you watched as your sister seemed to have more of a pep in her step, smiling at her phone all the time and seemingly wearing more perfume. She was definitely obsessed with him, but you also knew his reputation, and he was a player, a fuckboy. He slept with most of the sororities on campus and allegedly, even a few teachers. So when you opened your front door to see him holding a bouquet of flowers, wearing a dress shirt and smelling expensive, your jaw dropped. 

“Miggy!” Your sister called from behind you and jumped into his arms. You watched him twirl her around and just sighed, walking away. This had nothing to do with you, you told yourself, and moved into the kitchen to help your parents finish setting up the dining room table. 

“I didn’t know we were having Gianna’s new boyfriend over.” You glanced up to your mom, who just nodded. “Is this the official meet the parents night?” 

“Well, they’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now, so we thought we should meet him.” Your dad added and you dreaded the world. 

The whole dinner felt as if it were in slow motion, your ears filled with white noise until you heard your father say your name. 

“Hello? Earth to the baby of the group?” He called out and your mom laughed, your eyes snapping up to him. “Miguel said you two have had a few classes together.” 

“Uh, yeah.” You mumbled and ate a forkful of whatever-the-fuck your mother made. Looking around, you saw your sister gazing at her new boyfriend, who was staring at you expectedly. “So?” You looked between him and your father, who continued. 

“So, Miguel said that there was recently a boy interested in you?” He asked and your eyes shot to Miguel, who wore an expression that was unreadable. 

“What? Who?” You jumped around mentally trying to think of someone. 

“Just a rumor that some guy has a crush on you.” He shrugged, as if it was no big deal and you shook your head. 

“I… I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“So you’re not interested in anyone?” Your mom questioned and you just kept your eyes on your plate, afraid to even answer. 

“Miggy, you should set her up with someone.” Your sister interjected and you just glanced up to her in shock, Miguel’s face mimicking your surprise. 

“I don’t know anyone she’d be compatible with.” He said and you frowned. Were you that unattractive in his eyes?

You continued to stab your food as your family talked, the peanut gallery fading to the background as you thought to yourself and wished that you were anywhere else. 

A text from your phone breaks your concentration and you look down to answer, agreeing to join a few friends for some drinks at their house later. What you didn’t see was Miguel’s eyes tracking your movements, watching you as you texted at the dinner table. 

“Honey, don’t be rude, we’re eating together!” Your mom chidded and you snapped your head up, nodding. “Sorry. I’m gonna finish early to get ready, a friend invited me over.” You mumbled quietly and you stood with your plate, leaving the table. 

Twenty minutes later and you were walking to the door as your family sat with MIguel in the living room. 

“Whose house are you going to?” Your sister asked as you grabbed your purse. 

“Just Miles.” You answered and Miguel’s body stiffened. 

“Miles… Morales?” He asked and your parents both glanced to MIguel, who looked upset. 

“Yeah, why?” You frowned in defense. 

“No reason, I’m just surprised that’s the type of person you hang out with.” He brought a beer to his lips, courtesy of your father, and his eyes challenged yours. Your hands balled into fists a bit and you looked angry. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You argued and your sister sighed loudly, putting a hand on MIguel’s thigh to try and de-escalate the situation forming. 

“Miles lived down the street from us for a long time, so they’re close.”

“He’s basically a delinquent.” Miguel said and your parents visibly began to think, which was never a good sign.

“He is not-” You tried to answer, but he continued. 

“He graffitis the walls near my internship, he skips classes, and he’s always stumbling around like he’s high.” Miguel’s words make your blood boil. 

“I’m sorry he’s not super popular or a frat boy, but he’s a good person and he’s smart, and he’s my friend!” You yelled, tears pricking your eyes as you squeezed them shut, then hating the silence that settled within the room. You looked around between everyone’s faces and found Miguel’s, still hard and on the offense. You sniffled and swiped your keys from the little dish in the doorway, looking at him again. “Shouldn’t you be less focused on me and more focused on banging my sister?” You hissed and left as your parents shouted your name in disgust, not even looking back when you slammed the door. You wiped your tears with your sleeve and ran to your car, getting in and driving off as fast as possible. 

The night was a blur, Miles and Gwen feeding you drinks to make you feel better after you told them you got in an argument with your sister’s new snot-nosed boytoy. 

“Who does he even think he is? Big and fuckin’...” You droned on, slurring your words as you laid your head in Gwen’s lap. She pet your hair as Miles drew something in his notebook, probably his girlfriend who was holding you as you drunkenly vented about your secret crush. 

“Mind if I invite some other friends?” Miles asked and Gwen shook her head while you were too distracted to even hear him. 

The door opened twenty minutes later and you saw Hobie walk in with a 12 pack of beer on his shoulder, and that made you smile. “Hobie!” Gwen got up and hugged the skinny-jean wearing boy, who set down the beers and then dapped up Miles. His eyes found you and he gave you a small grin. 

“Looks like you managed to get loose finally.” He handed you another beer and you happily took the bottle, taking a swig as you nodded. “You look absolutely fit.” His eyes took you in as you did a little clumsy twirl, watching another boy follow behind him. He was either Indian or middle eastern, with shaggy black hair and a big, white smile. “This is Pav.” Hobie introduced you two and he hugged you, taking in your outfit. 

“You look so nice, even drunk!” He added and you just laughed, enjoying the little bits of attention you got, not used to being the center of attention. 

Everything moved fast as you pumped music louder and the room became more and more full of people. Before any of you knew it, the entire place was packed and it had become a house party. Heavy music played and you danced wildly, swaying your hips and rolling your body to the beat as Gwen laughed and danced beside you. Pav and Hobie were currently occupying the couch, as Hobie had a girl on his lap and Pav talked excitedly to Miles about something he saw that day. The feeling of freedom coursed through your veins, intertwined with alcohol. It wasn’t like the night at the club, no, you were hammered and it felt great. The feeling was interrupted by vibrating in your pocket, to which you went to find a quiet place to answer the call. 

Stumbling into Miles’s room, you sat down and checked your phone. 

“Hello?” Your sister’s voice came through and you pouted. 

“‘M busy.” You sputtered out. 

“Are you drunk?” 

“...No.” You hesitated, knowing you were an incredibly shitty liar. Especially while you were trashed. 

“Oh my god, I’m coming to get you.” 

“No! ‘M happy!” You yelped, then threw your body down on the bed and stretched out. “I’m staying. Go suck Miguel’s dick or somethin.” You smiled at your funny joke. You were so funny. 

“No, we’re coming to get you, so stay there.” She spoke and before you could answer, she hung up. Sighing, you furrowed your brows and laid there for what only felt like a minute before you stumbled back out of the bedroom, finding the sliding glass door and making your way to the backyard. 

The grass felt good on your bare feet and you plopped yourself into it fully, laying back and spreading out in the greenery. 

“Get up.” The strong, deep voice was fuzzy in your mind and you just smiled, not recognizing it right away. 

“Lay down with me.” You answered and closed your eyes again, fingers playing with the blades of grass by your sides. “Look at the sky with me.” 

“Your eyes are closed.” He answered and you giggled. 

“The stars are so beautiful.” You rambled, and a large hand brushed against your cheek, eyes now opening to see Miguel crouching by your drunk, splayed out body. 

“So are you.” He answered and you felt your stomach tighten, nervousness pulling at your insides as you suddenly couldn’t breathe from butterflies. 

Not butterflies. Throw up.

And then you were hacking and wreching to the side of you into the grass, coughing up your dinner from before and feeling someone hold your hair back. A soft ‘oh my god’ was heard from the back door and soon you heard the hurried clacking of heels. Your sister bent down by Miguel and squeezed one of your hands, worry all over her face. That’s when everything turned black.

[cookie-crumblr]

GN!READER x 3 YANDERE OC’s

thinking about how Enix, Lucy and Issac would be the first three of my OC’s to cut our legs off if we disobeyed them or tried to run away an i MMMMMMMMMM

CW: GN! Reader, no body descriptions for reader, dismemberment of reader, reader referred to as they/them, murder, drugging, vomit(non descriptive dw), spoilers for lucky, permanent body mutilation, non con, p in whatever hole you have, somno(in Enix’s part), reader has hair in lucy’s part mentioned (not described) Not proof read!

!!MINORS DNI!!

Enix~

When you first awoke in shackles, you couldn’t imagine staying! this guy that you had once thought was just a shy nerd, turning out to be a psychopath to this extent!? You can’t!

You think of a plan to escape as soon as you can.

He let you loose after a while. you promised you’d be good, schmoozed up to him too, pretending nothing had changed. And he believed you.

You ran the first chance you got. A neighbor saw you running in your underwear and hurried you inside. You asked to call the police, she rushed to find her phone.

But too soon after, Enix busts through her front door.

He has a pair of hedge trimmers in his hand… You tried to run but you were frozen solid watching him beat the old woman to death with them. You tried to tear yourself away from the gorey scene unfolding, you tried to run, but he caught you.

“Butterflyyyy~ Looks like Ill have to rip off your wings after all…” He holds you tightly in his grasp, his tall body fully encasing you. “I really didn’t want to”

He injects you with something as he’s holding you, and you feel your body grow suddenly so heavy and your vision fades.

Now he’s looking over your precious, sleeping form, you are even easier to watch and protect! and he can’t help but love how dependent you’ll be on him from now on.

His dick throbs.

You’re so perfect, even just sleeping under anesthesia. He lifts your stumps and gently feels his work… He shouldn’t. He stops himself. Not yet anyway, he wouldn’t want to injure you while you’re in a serious recovery phase.

But soon, he’ll definitely put you back under to fully enjoy what he’s done.

Upon waking you feel terrified… Something is so very wrong! you can’t move your legs! You shoot up into a sitting position, and see the reason…

You vomit over the edge of the bed.

Your legs are gone.

(He definitely mounts them on the wall in the bedroom with a little plaque and everything like they’re one of his prized specimens)

Lucy~

You’ve disobeyed her too many times recently, you’ve ran and hid yourself inside the forbidden red doored room.

You didn’t anticipate how obsessed with you she turned out to be.

The room is completely filled in every corner with something that has to do with you. Pictures and posters of you cover the walls, they look professionally taken. The shelves are filled with photo albums, journals detailing your days and old documents. Some have your thrown out med bottles, vials of what you can only assume is cum in some and blood in the others…. You shiver. You don’t want to keep looking, but it’s all around you.

There’s what looks like some kind of Alter at the front and center of the room.

You find it hard to breathe in here…

You think you might get sick if you stay too long.

There are two windows that don’t have screens on either side of the alter. You dash to one of them and try it, luckily, it slides right open.

“Where are they!?” She screeches. You hear her heels clicking against the wood down the hall. “Find them.”

You escape down a trellis covered in blue morning glories, and run into the gardens.

All too soon you’re being tackled to the grass, as one of Lucy’s guards finds you.

Lucy walks out next, taking her time to get to you, building up even more of your tremendous anxiety. Your heart is thumping in your throat, you can see each beat pulsing in your vision. You’ve never seen her so mad!

The guard holds you down obediently.

She’s got an axe.

“You don’t need both of your legs, right Y/N?” She stands over you.

“Wh-what??”

“Hold them still.” She says to the guard.

“Lu-Lucy!?”

She brings down the axe onto your thigh, a harsh, heavy pain bursts through you and you scream out. Your bone definitely snapped but she wasn’t strong enough to take off your leg in one clean hit….

She brings it down a second time, missing the same spot and just causing you more blinding pain, you scream until you’re coughing and almost vomiting.

“LUCY!!! STOP!!!!” You beg and plead but she looks wildly ecstatic as she brutally mutilates your body.

Again the axe comes down finally separating your leg from your body. the pain is immense and your blood soaks the garden bed. You’re so dizzy and you feel sick, you’re writhing and sobbing just glad the worst is over.

“Call the doctor. And a taxidermist.” She licks your blood off of the axe before she throws it and picks up her dress instead, and steps over you. Her body falls over yours, cradling your face in her arms as she now sits on your midsection. You’re fading in and out of consciousness and weakly try to do anything, but the pain is overwhelming.

“Aw… You’re so cute Y/N, I can’t stay mad at you~!” She pets you and wipes some sweat slicked hair off of your forehead.

Her soft lips come down to yours, you barely register the sensation. As you’re fading you feel her rocking her hips on you.

(She def keeps them in her worship room)

Issac~

“This is necessary, Y/N!”

“NO ISSAC PLEASE!!!!!” You threaten to rip your vocal cords with how loud you’re screaming!

He brings the hacksaw to your thigh, right under your cheek. You feel the rough metal touch you and flail wildly.

You’re on your stomach so you thankfully don’t have to watch…

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!” You repeat over and over, snot and tears staining your face.

“I hate to do this to you i swear! But you’ve made me! we told you not to run!!”

“I WONT I WONT I SWEAR I WONT!!!”

“We already gave you that chance.” He states coldly.

The metal touches your flesh once more, but this time he slides it across with pressure enough to cut right down to your bone. You feel the vibrations against the solid part of your body and shiver. The pain is intense and you don’t recognize the voice coming out of you anymore.

You writhe and curl into yourself against the concrete while he pushes the saw back over you, and then again.

The pain doesn’t stop when he stops cutting.

It’s the most intense thing you’ve ever felt.

You’re biting your lip and groaning and wailing when he puts it in you.

“What!!” You cant wrap your head around what’s happening! He’s entering you, while your bleeding out from your thigh!

He spreads your legs wider, you hear him sloshing around in the puddle of your blood.

He fully shoves himself inside you without regard, he can’t help himself every time that you’re completely at his mercy.

You’re all out of wailing at this point, you’re throat is too dry and torn. Your vision is filling with black spots and you feel terrified. All you feel is the throbbing numbness of where your leg used to be, and his huge dick slowly stroking your insides.

You feel the familiar sweat inducing sensation of a saw blade against your other thigh now, You can’t even scream anymore or beg him to stop, you just feel your skin start to be torn open all over again and pass out.

He cums inside you and it spills out around his length mixing into your blood puddle.

[confetti-critter]

holy shit those guys hit hard

OK IM GUNNA DO IT!!!! IM GUNNA EXPLORE THE WOODLAND MANSION!!!!

[lildevyl]

Out of Time

Summary: Set during Limit Life.

Jimmy, Grian, and Joel meet up at the Bakery in the Sky to do something that none of them ever thought they needed to do. Jimmy knows that his time is up, so offers his life to one of the Bad Boys instead.

TW: Character Death, Angst

(Bakery in the Sky)

Jimmy looked at the timer on his wrist and his heart plummeted. Half an hour. That's all the time that he has left in this series. Just thirty minutes unless he gets a kill. Jimmy begins to pace back and forth, pulling at his hair, biting his nails, and frantically trying to come up with some kind of game plan. Jimmy looked up and saw Skynet 2.0 and thought that maybe he could get a kill that way. But then a flash of him dying just by ender pearling while falling off the ladder came rushing back. He quickly went against that idea.

Jimmy checked the time again, 25:30.

If Jimmy didn't do anything he be out first again! Jimmy abruptly stopped pacing. He be out first again. The Canary Curse, as everyone loved to meme but in truth, Jimmy's just that bad at the game. A Self Fulfilled Prophecy.

A Self Fulfilled Prophecy.

Jimmy was always out first because of something stupid he did. Got shot in the Bunker with Scar in 3rd Life. Died to a Creeper in Last Life. Died to an Enderman in Double LIfe. Now he's going to be out first because he Ran Out of Time or Fell from a High Place.

Unless . . . Unless . . . Would they even agree to this?

Taking a deep breath, Jimmy whipped out his com and put in Chat.

Bad Boys. Bakery in the sky. Pronto!

It didn't take long for Grian and Joel to get there.

"Jimmy, what's the emergency?" Joel asked concerned.

"What' you time at, Grian?" Jimmy asked.

"Uh, 4 hours and 15 minutes."

"Joel, what are you at?"

"3 hours and 25 minutes," Joel answered "Jimmy what is going on?"

"Alright, Gentlemen, it's been an honor."

"WHAT?!" Grian and Joel shouted.

"What are you on, right now?" Grain demanded.

"I'm on 15 minutes and 30 seconds. I can't get another kill. And I refuse to go out because I ran outta time." Jimmy said.

"Then we can get your time back! TNT Minecart from the Skynet 2.0!" Joel suggested.

"No! I can't get it done, and honestly, since I've got the Carany Curse then if I'm going out, I'm going out my way! Joel, you need the time more so, take this, and this, and some of this, and I have a couple of TNT left. Some bread and take this." Jimmy then hands Joel his diamond axe.

"Jimmy, are you sure?" Joel asked and took the axe.

"Look my time isn't going to someone else! We started this Series as the Bad Boys we're ending it as the Bad Boys. The Bad Boys are going to the Semi Finals and it's going to be one of you two! Grian, it's been fun and Joel it's been great having you as a team member. Do the honors, Joel."

"Jimmy, your standup guy, you've been one hell of a Bad Boy and I'm glad you were my partner in crime. I just wished you were better at this game."

"Yeah, me too," Jimmy said in a low voice with a tear coming down his cheek.

Lightning struck, SolidarityGaming Ran Out of Time flashed across Chat, and 30+ minutes were added to Joel's time.

[cupiditas-and-ao3]

How about:

13) being snowed in together and fucking in front of the fireplace

For any slasher of your choice! 😊

I gift unto you my friend, an OC Slasher fit for Hallmark (or something) with a final girl worthy of at least 3 sequels

Content warning: dub con, murder (its a slasher fic, slasher gonna slash), she/her reader with vagina and breasts, spanking, blood (again slasher fic) and implied voyeurism/exhibitionism and cheating

It was supposed to be a little vacation. Just you and your friends in your boyfriend's cabin. Or rather his parent's cabin. He insisted you invite your best friend. She invited the guy who was hopelessly in love with her. 4 was a party. Couldn't have an uneven balance of guys and girls right?

There was a hot tub and a bar full of alcohol and a light drifting of snow to look forward to. Until everyone was playing truth or dare in the hot tub, clothes were removed, and suddenly your best friend and your boyfriend looked awful cozy together. The snow was coming down too hard for you to try and drive home, hell you'd all barely made it here in your boyfriend's truck.

You started to feel sorry for the guy your friend invited. He looked sick as he got out of the hot tub, pale like he was gonna hurl. As he got all the way out you couldn't help notice that he was at full mast. Of course your boyfriend noticed too, and it was his jeering that made you think about walking home through the snow.

"Don't pick on him," your friend giggled. "He can't help it, watching me with you gets him hot and bothered."

You snapped your head back to look at her. "What the fuck do you mean watching you with him?"

She had the decency to look embarrassed for a moment before a scream came from inside the cabin.

You didn't think too hard before you ran. Didn't listen to the hand wrapped around your wrist before you bolted towards the noise.

The sight that greeted you was... grizzly. The poor guy, whose name you never really remembered, was more insides than outsides, splattered against the wall. There wasn't any sign of whatever killed him. Only the blood.

You heard a shuffling behind the hall door. In a moment of desperation and sudden mania you threw open the door to see an empty hallway.

You ran.

It was hours later, running from every noise, running to every scream, that you finally saw him. He stood over your best friend in the dining room. The huge fireplace that just last year you had curled up in front of with your boyfriend (dead in the bedroom, your bestfriend's underwear stuffed in his mouth) roared with a flame that made you sweat the moment you entered the room.

The man - monster - murderer - lifted the wood chopping axe that the poor butler (hung in the wine cellar, red dripping from his lips) had used to chop wood. It hung in the air just high enough for the shadow to fall flickeringly across you and just long enough for you to whip your eyes away.

And then sticky wet fingers, thick and callused and muscled, gripped your chin.

"Is that what you wanted?" A gruff voice you barely recognized. Gravelly in the way that a slashed throat poorly healed broke through a once musical voice.

Tears streamed from your eyes while you shook your head, limited by the grip on your jaw.

"Yes it was," the voice growled. "Don't lie to me."

He pulled you by the chin, your feet scrabbling against the hardwood floor as he brought you to stare at the girl you'd known for your entire life.

"You wanted her to scream. You wanted to hear it. You wanted them all to scream."

You flinched as the axe blade brushed against your arm. Sticky and warm and wet and cold and metallic. Goosebumps typed messages of fear across your arms. You crossed them, eyes squeezed shut against the painting of gore, as you rubbed warmth into yourself. You were still sweating from the fireplace.

"Get out," you hissed.

"Couldn't even if I wanted to, sweetheart," his voice was harsh against your cheek, the scratch of stubble no gentler.

He turned you to face the window. You felt the chill of the outside even through the sweater you'd found. Running for your life in a sweater was slightly better than running naked.

He pressed your chest against the cold window pane, the glass sending shocks through you as you gasped and flicked open your eyes. Snow up to your eyes, just a few feet below the top of the floor to ceiling window frame, with thick snowflakes still adding to the pile. And transparent before it a reflection ghosted over the view. A strong arm, thick rippling muscles, pressing a hand to the back of your neck and pushing you forward so your chest met glass. Broad shoulders, wider than you by enough to make you feel small for once barely contained in an unbuttoned flannel over a blood smeared tank top. Jean covered hips that pressed into your ass as he watched you look his reflection up and down. Your reflection up and down. Your nipples pebbling under the sweater, the hem riding up to show the silvery stretchmarks on your thighs, the flush on your face. His cocked eyebrow and crooked smirk as he met your eyes in the reflection.

"It's turned into quite the blizzard. Neither of us is 'getting out' no matter how cute you look when you're angry," he ground his hips into your ass and pressed his nose to the bundle of your hair he held against your neck.

"Shit, you smell like him," he ground out.

A stinging slap landed on your ass.

You cried out, pressed your bare ass back against the bulge in his jeans, against the hand smoothing out the sting on your skin.

"Gonna have to fix that, princess," he laughed.

He dragged you by your hair to the bearskin rug in front of the fire place. Sweat dripped down your back, under your boobs, and blood coated his boots as he trudged through the mess just a few feet away. He pressed you into the ground, ass up in the air and chest against the rug (you fucking hated that rug) facing away from the scene of the crime you'd been party to.

"Gonna make you sweat off the smell of him," he lifted the hem of your sweater.

You rubbed your thighs together, the slick of arousal starting to drip in an uncomfortable show. He pried them apart, spreading you like opening a book to a well loved chapter.

"I've been dreaming of your sweet pussy," he groaned.

In the instant before you responded he wrapped his lips against your dripping hole and pressed his tongue flat against it. You bucked and cried out as he lovingly made out with your pussy, drawing cries of pleasure from you. You screamed for him, for the way he spread you and devoured you. For the way his fingers circled your clit until you were bucking into your orgasm. And then he grabbed your hair and you moaned at the loss of his tongue on you only to find him pulling your head back and shoving his tongue into your mouth. You tasted your pleasure on him, the scent of it lurid and naughty and more than you could handle. You crumbled apart in his hold as one arm kept you supported. You heard his other hand undoing his zipper. Sweat pooled at your lower back, the smell of sweat and sex filling the room more than the fire and faint smell of blood. Almost enough to make you forget. And then he was pressing the warm tip of his cock against your needy pussy and you really did forget anything else. He slid inside of you beautifully, easing gently into you until he was buried to the hilt. The pressure of him stretching you, filling every inch of you, nearly broke you into an orgasm again. And then he started to fuck you. He held your hips hard, fingers bruising into the soft cushion of fat as he slammed your ass back against him. You screamed as he thrust, begged him to go harder, deeper, faster, until he was growling like an animal bent over you. His teeth buried into your shoulder as he groaned your name into your skin. You felt your eyes roll back as he kept going, kept slamming into you in a frenzy. You felt on the edge of consciousness as he slammed and shuddered, spilling hot cum inside of you.

You shuddered under him as he collapsed forward with you. His chest plastered to your back, his cock still buried inside of you. You felt the stiffness of his arms, holding some of his weight off of you. You felt the exhaustion seeping into you.

"That's better. Now you smell properly fuckable."

It took a moment for the implication to set in. Almost as soon as you realized what he meant, he pulled out of you and grabbed you roughly by the hips. He flipped you onto your back, staring up into the face of a murderer as he started to fuck you again.

"Don't give up on me now, sweetheart. We're snowed in at least for the weekend."

[asktadckrew]

Suddenly there was a knock at the door

"Huh?"

When jax goes and opens the door he's so not no one was there, instead there was a small VHS tape on the mat.

"What is this?"

He soon picked it up and turned it to its side and saw that it was labeled "Ransom note"

"it must be from the kidnapper"

Jax then called everyone into the living room and played the VHS tape and the old TV and soon it played:

The video showed the leader of the anon

"Hello circus freaks!" The leader said in a Sinister tone

Thalia's growled at the sight of leader

"oh you probably noticed by now your children are gone and by now you already figure out who took them.... us!" The camera turn to reveal to babies tied to a chair. one of them was completely Frozen in place while it's eyes were darting left and right and it looked like they were in great pain and the other one was tied up against the chair by their own ribbons.

Everyone was horrified at the condition of the two children.... they both look like they were beaten....

The camera then turn back to the leader "now for exchange for the children we demand over 3 million and a steam power tugboat! If you do not apply then my college over here will shoot-"

Suddenly the henchman that was holding it done pointed towards the children responded "shoot? Ok!"

"NO WAIT!-"

BANG

Suddenly the camera fell over on its side and then there was the loud crying of Melpomene's in pain!

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

"YOU SEID SHOOT SO I SHOT!"

"YOU IDIOT!"

Another voice could be heard "WOULD YOU GUYS JUST SHUT UP AND HELP ME!"

There was a lot of sounds of a chair moving and footsteps and a lot of crying.

"okay okay I just shot her in the leg! it's not that big of a deal we just got to cut it off okay?"

"Ok!"

Soon enough one of the henchmen picked up the camera and the leader noticed it and ran to it.

"turn the camera off right now! edit it out! EDIT IT OU-" soon the video cuts

Soon enough the video replayed again and everything was normal. when he show the children however.... melpomene was missing a leg....

"meet us at the old Harbor and you have exactly 24 hours to do so.... if not we will make sure your children will receive the most horrible and gruesome torment to ever known!...."

Soon the video ended.....

@groovy

Princess Lizzie: Well, looks like we have a few pathetic stragglers left. Zooble?

*Zooble hands Lizzie an axe and the rest of the Krew follow her outside.*

Princess Lizzie: Alright, Caine and Bubble, you get the money, Gangle and Zooble, get the weapons, Kinger, you're staying home, Fidget, Jax, and Ragatha, you're coming with me.

Fidget: Yes, your highness.

*Caine flies off, Gangle wraps herself around Zooble and they follow Kinger inside, Fidget, Jax and Ragatha follow Princess Lizzie into her royal carriage.*

Ragatha: Will you think the Queen will find out?

Princess Lizzie: I'm sure she already knows.

*Lizzie hears her phone ringing and she answers it.*

Caine: We have the money!

Lizzie: Alright. Now, ask Gangle and Zooble if they're finished yet.

Caine: Okay, bye!

*Princess Lizzie and her friends step out of the carriage.*

Jax: Ugh, his place makes me cringe.

*Caine and the rest of the KREW except Kinger teleport to them.*

Zooble: Here, your highness.

Lizzie: Thank you.

*Caine gives Pomni a bag of money.*

Lizzie: Let's go, guys.

*They go into the building and Lizzie opens the door.*

Lizzie: Hey, if you want the money, you're gonna have to come here and give me the kids back first.

[strry1]

Zombeh Attack

A/N: silly oc insert 😋😋😋

(If you don’t know what my oc look like just go to the pinned post)

Zombie Matt is so😍😍🥰🥰🥰

Nobody POV:

“Oh no! We hit that person!” Edd stood ontop of the car as he’d look at the body.

“Big bloody deal, That person busted our car!” Tord said in annoyance as he sat down next to the car, Matt sitting onto of the car, resting his arm on one of the tires while Tom and Dao stood next to the car.

“I wonder what’s the reason that guy looked so terrified and bloody..” Dao mumbled in concern.

“We’ll have to get a repair kit from the garage.” Tom spoke.

“Maybe there’s one in that town over there.” Edd suggested as he pointed toward a mysterious town.

“Hm, I wonder why all the graves are all empty.” Matt ask in a curious tone.

“Now that you mention it, it’s kinda..odd.” Dao replied as she’d walk along the gang, observing each grave along the way.

“Who cares?” Tom replied.

They eventually stopped at the entrance as they look up at the sign written “Bittensborugh” The street was empty.

“Is it me or why are there blood on the floor..?” Dao asked in concern, but nobody seems to question it.

BITTENSBORUGH-MAIN STREET

“Hey! There’s someone, I’ll ask him for directions.” Matt suddenly spoke before approaching a random man.

“Wait Matt No!—” Dao tried to stop him but it was too late.

“Excuse me, but Do you know where—AHHH!” Matt screamed in pain as his right arm was bitten off by the person, turned out that man was a zombie! Matt fell to the ground as he was dead.

“MATT!” Dao called out in shock as she froze in horror, covering her mouth, wanting to throw up as she looked at the pool of blood that was pouring out of Matt.

“Oh my god, he bit off his arm!” Tord said in shock.

“Run away!” Edd quickly shouted as the four of them quickly ran to safety.

“I Think…We lost…them…” Tom said in between breaths as he leaned onto the wall, Edd, Tord, and Dao stood next to him as they all tried to catch their breath.

Tom’s eyes suddenly widen, Along with Dao and Edd. Tord was confused when he suddenly looked at the gas station full of zombies, a zombie then commanded the others to attack the gang as they began to approach them.

“Oh my god, They’re getting closer!” Tord panic as the horde of zombie moved slowly toward them.

“Run away again!” Edd shouted as they began to run again.

After they were out of the zombie sight, Tord spoke up.

“Hm, we should find a safe base to hide in” Tord suggested.

“Yeah, but it’ll need to be camouflaged.” Tom agreed.

3 HOURS LATER..

The gang hid inside the Portaloo, it was pretty big, allowing them to fit in. It was uncomfortable or anything

“Perhaps we should go look for weapons. Tom, why don’t you go outside and see where we can get some?” Edd spoke as he’d point at the hole ontop of the Portaloo.

“Hm..hm..Ah hah!” Tom spotted a Mall as he’d look back into the portaloo with a smile.

“Let’s go looting!” Tom spoke in a high-pitched voice.

“Okay.” Edd agreed after a second of silence.

The three began to search for weapons, Edd found a chainsaw as he’d riled it up, Tom got a shovel, Dao got an axe and Tord held up a gun as he smiled. But The three of them look at Tord irritatedly, clearly not allowing Tord to use a gun since they know how crazy Tord can get if he uses a gun so Tord grabs a fork and spoon instead.

They finally walked out of the mall with their weapons as they walked back to the gas station.

“Okay, We have to attack by surprise. Tom you take the left, I’ll will take the right, you two’ll take the middle.” Tord spoke.

“Ready? Go!” Tord commanded as they jumped from their hiding place, they noticed that the gas station was empty as they look dumbfounded.

“Well, Atleast we found the repair kit.” Tom spoke as he’d held up a repair kit.

They all turn their back as their eyes widen by the horde of zombie..

“MATT?!” Dao look surprised as she raised her brow.

“Indubitably!” Matt gave a thumb up, He was a zombie, his right arm was missing, his skin were green and his teeth were sharp.

“But why?!” Edd asked.

“Getting kinda bored there, laying head down in the gutter, festering..” Matt made a sad expression as he’d explained.

The gang stood there, it’s was pretty awkward.

“Attack, My zombie acquaintances!” Matt commanded as he’d pointed toward the gang.

Dao, Tord, and Tom began to fight the zombies horde, hitting the zombie’s head with his shovel, Edd stabbing the chainsaw into the zombie’s body before riling it up Splitting the zombie in half, Tord hit the zombie with a fork, Dao swinging her axe around making sure no zombie get too close to her, splitting the zombie head in half with her axe.

A zombie tackled Tord and it bit Tord’s shoulder, sending him to the ground as the Zombie began to eat Tord’s flesh.

“TORD!” Dao’s eyes widen as she’d saw her friend getting eaten right in front of her, She’d continue to hit the zombie with her axe.

“NOO!! Not the coke machine!” Edd shouted dramatically.

“Ah screw this! Let’s get out of here!” Tom spoke as he’d back away from the zombie horde, the gang began to run.

“Come back you cowards!” Matt shouted.

The gang managed to repair the car as they get inside.

“Drive. Drive!” Tom commanded in hurry as he’d was shocked.

Edd start up the car as he’d began to drive, it was an awkward silence inbetween the three of them as Dao was still terrified of what happened earlier.

Suddenly a shadow appeared behind them..

“Oh my god..It’s T-T-Tord!” Dao spoke in surprise.

Zombie Tord then proceeded to jump at them..

(Tehee I was going to do Zombeh Nation first but the app crashed and I’m too lazy to write all of it again)

Here some silly oc insert art :3

[krispyweiss]

Tedeschi Trucks Band at Palace Theatre, Columbus, Ohio, March 21, 2023

Comparing Tedeschi Trucks Band to other groups is unfair to other groups.

Comparing Tedeschi Trucks Band to Tedeschi Trucks Band is similarly unfair to Tedeschi Trucks Band, for TTB, when cooking with gas, is virtually untouchable, a group that douses fuel on any slow-burning audience and leaves ashes in its wake.

In the interest of the greater good, Sound Bites will take the latter tack with this review of the 12-piece collective’s sold-out, March 21 gig at Columbus, Ohio’s, Palace Theatre. By that measure, TTB, 13 years after its formation, has entered its own we’re-gonna-play-some-new-stuff phase, resulting in a down-and-up concert that featured top-flight performances of sometimes-middling material.

The single-set, 115-minute show began tepidly with “Hear My Dear,” one of many tracks culled from 2022’s four-album I am the Moon series. These are songs such as “Playing with My Emotions,” “Yes We Will” and “Ain’t that Something;” numbers with simplistic lyrics and arrangements that don’t take the band’s full capabilities into consideration. It was 30 minutes of these selections - and others later - before “Midnight in Harlem” emerged.

Where the setlist was lacking - light on the well-chosen covers that TTB so easily plug into - the players were fully amped, with the brass section blaring and the two-drummer backbone perfectly aligned.

Flanked by their 10 compatriots, with horns and choir on opposite risers and drummers perched between, wife-and-husband namesake band leaders and guitarists Susan Tedeschi and Derek Trucks proved the wisdom of opposites pairing. She - lifting her legs and swinging her axe - is a demonstrative soloist from the Buddy Guy school while he is a stoic slide player channeling Duane Allman. And together, they’re a two-alarm, 12-string blaze.

Similarly fiery on the mic, the raspy Tedeschi benefits from co-leads from keyboardist Gabe Dixon and background singers - and occasional soloists - Mark Rivers, Mike Mattison and Alecia Chakour.

Tighter than any 12-piece band has any right being, TTB also mixes up the instrumentation. The horn section thus sat out the soulful, Mattison-sung “Emmaline” and Trucks led the a five-man iteration through “Pasaquan,” the “Third Stone from the Sun”-inspired instrumental that ran 20 minutes, including a drum duet that found Tyler Greenwell playing with his hands while Isaac Eady slammed his kit.

Trucks - who walked around the stage all evening to silently commune with soloists - sat down and looked on.

When the remaining players returned, the home stretch ensued with full-throttled takes of “Let Me Get By” and “Show Me,” songs and presentations that found Tedeschi, Trucks and the entire Band at their best and in their element.

Anyone seeing TTB for the first time would’ve been bowled over by the show. Anyone who’s seen the group multiple times would’ve been slightly underwhelmed. And it just goes to show that sometimes, what they play matters almost as much as how they play it.

Grade card: Tedeschi Trucks Band at Palace Theatre, Columbus - 3/21/23 - B+

3/22/23

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, STARK. 🌕

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: vivian age: 31 pronouns: she/they ooc contact: StarryOtterVi @ Twt other characters in xc: zenitsu agatsuma, noe archiviste

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: stark age: 18 pronouns: he/they series: frieren: beyond journey’s end canon point: end of s1 idk manga

app triggers: mentions of child abuse, child neglect, family loss, war, insecurities

personality: 

This guy…

Sure, he knows how to talk to you. Kind of. Well, he’s better than most people. He doesn’t try to cause any sort of drama, that’s not for him. He’ll shake your hand in agreement if you let him. He’s just lax, and trying to go with the flow with whatever it is. He hopes you’ll go with the flow, too. Try and take it easy, sort of deal.

And partly cause of his lax nature, he’s a little too kind toward others. He can’t help but be honest with his words, and tell you whatever’s going on in his head. The problem is that he’s a coward at heart, and will run off if he’s given the chance.

But he’s also one of those guys that you don’t want to let him run off. He’s the type you can see that potential, the push if you push the right buttons. He’ll lean on your shoulder and nod away, while being hesitant about it.

He’s empathetic, too. If he sees that you’re upset, he’ll know. Or if he thinks something is up, and you don’t even show it, he’ll… most likely know, but won’t know how to explain it.

What else uh he does complain about little things and it’s silly when he does. He’s still growing and learning. He tries to learn from others as much as he can.

something your muse struggles with: everything. Jk but it feels like it. He struggles with finding his pride. Sometimes, it’s not there. He’s a coward.

your muse’s greatest strength: communicating well with others :3.

history / background: One push is all it took. He spent forever in a village, all because of a dragon, no thanks to that dragon… and finally, now that Frieren got him out of his shell, he was set free. He no longer had to be the village’s hero. He also got past his own strength… finally defeating the dragon, with his own accord. With the help of Frieren and Fern. And now, he travels with those two. They’re finding heaven… together.

It will take a while. He has a feeling that he will travel as long as Eisen did, the one that trained him back home. He is currently avoiding him, in fear of going back to talk to him. The scar on his face left traces of uncertainty in their relationship. But now that he’s with Frieren, and he knows Eisen sent her to find him, he will go back. But first, he must make this journey worthwhile for a story to tell to Eisen. Otherwise, he feels shame in going back with nothing in return.

Back home, back in Klee, his village is gone. Demons destroyed his village, the village that he ran away from… and that’s when Eisen found him. He misses his brother, who told him to run away from there. His father gives him a hard time back home, but he listened to his brother's words. He wonders what his father would've thought.

But now, he’s a strong axe user, thanks to Eisen’s help. And now, he carries the past behind him, following Frieren along her journey to heaven.

powers / abilities: 

Lightning strike - He’s able to create lightning from his axe, with a finishing blow. Anything that gets in the way of this light will perish.

inherent abilities:

Superhuman speed, strength, and agility.

items / weapons: 

His axe - when he swings it, it can carve into a mountain. Wha bam.

starting ability: none starting item: sure let’s bring his axe with him.

extra: aaaaaaaaa i would like to find a mentor for him that’d be great…

discord id: hopefulstrength

passcode: looking for a mentor eh... monster hunter city be upon ye

[yungviry]

a fucking mess

man guys it happened, i ran into my ex! and boy was it terrible. let me set the scene: im at the gas station and simultaneously pumping gas and recording a snapchat video like we do. and as im done pumping the gas and getting back into the car and watching back my video, he pops into my car window. completely caught me off guard. i cant remember all the shit he said but he did say stop "talking shit about me online". which i found to be annoying but whatever. i pulled away as fast as i could and parked down the street. i tried my best to not give a reaction or say a word and i didnt. i pulled over and cried for a bit like a fucking pussy, cause i couldnt handle it. my ass was so stressed. i dot know about yall but i dont ever expect to see an ex after a breakup unless its intentional. and the fact that he was just at my neighborhood arco was just a nightmare. officially never going there again.

im telling yall a breakup is different for everyone. we cope differently and its all good. a bitch will be revealing but just know that my book will but much better. and the focus isnt necessary my ex's but more so my life after blossoming into a woman if you will. a bitch hit a hundred bodies i feel like i got a story to tell. and 100 isnt a lot but in 3 years i give myself a pat on the back. theres just a lot of tales and unfortunate situations i got myself into.

malik is an ass. was an ass. i dont care for the terminology hes a menace and no im not gunna shut up about him to an extent. sometimes i remember that he used to hit me, sometimes i remember he used to be rude as fuck, i remember when he told me he had herpes and religiously blamed it on his last girlfriend. he was a big piece of shit and i just feel if someone wants to get involved with him they should know the indiscretion he omits.

Malik Salam shit list (from oakland in case you women are unaware)

-cheater (multiple times, im aware im the dumbass that took him back like 4 times for the same shit but imma still add it to my list cause a bitch was gaslight like a motherfucker till i saw shit for myself)((this is as in messaging/hooking up with master rochi/the white bitch im blanking on her name right now)

-has fucking herpes and reused to let anyone of his previous sexual partners know

-constantly asked to borrow money with and told me hed pay me back, blackmailed me by saying he woulnt pay me back if we broke up, and for the whole 3 years almost never paid back any of the money

im sorry the money always be pissing me off. like yall don understand when i get to the malik chapter of my book im gunna go off. he whole ass knew since december 2021 that his friend was getting married in vegas in october 2022. told me up and down i wasnt going. literally could have convos about how i was axed from those plans. and because hes cheap (or broke i didnt looked at his accounts) a month before he tells me i can suddenly go. "book the room and well split it" never got his half. paid for gas the whole way there. paid for the majority of meals. but dont worry he shared his weed.

actually at some point in the planning he uninvited me from the wedding and said "i could still come to vegas just not the wedding" so my ass didnt even have a fit for the wedding, we went shopping out there. just thinking about this shit is annoying. supposedly your best friend is getting married but you didnt put any money away for the whole event. spent the 4 days there watching squid games in his car, he did bring weed so we shared our weed too, and didnt really do shit. went to the hoover dam and the grand canyon, but not really the grand canyon cause e got there when it was dark and didnt see shit. but overall i spent a band on the trip and never got half of that.

gosh i hate shitting on someone cause obviously you loved them and thought well of them at some point so just know im ranting. this really is my space so my ass sometimes just wants to shit on the bitch i tried to really see the good in. like the basic consensus is i feel stupid as fuck and im not gunna go tell my homies exactly how big a shit head he was. i didnt while we were together and i aint finna start. so imma just write it out and shit on his ass on my tumblr like any healthy and coping young lady.

and his hair looks stupid so very much happy.

its crazy cause ive been thinking abut derrick lately (my og ex boyfriend) and then byrd hits me up to hang out (my og fuck buddy). the byrd thing isnt soo soo weid just cause i did hit him up like a week ago to say happy birthday. but his ass doesnt munch box so theres no point in hooking up.

however derrick...

man i aint seen him in like a over a year, his birthdays at the end of the month and i have a bit of a birthday message already in the works. hes gunna be 30 at the end of the month and it makes me remember our pact, said wed marry each other if we were still single. but last time i seen him i said "can we change our pact age to 40" 30 still young i still have time and plenty of fish still swimming around.

see that man is a muncher, not the best, but hes alright for the occasion. but its not the munching im there for its the wiener. see his wiener could have a whole chapter in my book too. i was obsessed with it and him. he just fucks hella good, im sorry im repetitive but damn that man works his wiener like a king. if i could have one last fuck it be him forsure. sometimes i can still feel it if i concentrate, and 100% will get goose bumps. sometimes i feel like hitting him up but he still has the same girlfriend, and last time we hooked up im sure it was some type of sneak off on his part, but thats exactly why im unlucky with love. i be fucking with this man and i dont know if hes single single. and he wasnt a good partner either, he cheated too and lied about that shit, except i actually left after the first time.

idk didnt mean to go off topic, sometimes i start spewing and shit gets all mixed together. lowkey i have had derrick on the brain so to see malik was just hella wild. im pretty sure he called me but last time i checked we didnt have shit to say to each other. i spent 3 years giving that amn all the opportunity to tell me wassup to spill his guts and truly im over it and if hes tickled that im "exposing" him for being a shitty boyfriend when in reality im just fucking telling my truth is obnoxious. he hit me he cheated on me he lied about all the shit he was doing and continued to even when confronted. like my ass is just hurt and im gunna let it out

[miracleweaponhunt]

Miracle Weapon Hunt Chapter 3: Relic vs Relic

Julian touched his bear with his left hand and pointed forward with his right. The bear lunged forward onto six, swiping him with his sharp claws. Six jumped back and Cassandra closed the gap next to him, swinging her axe upwards. Six quickly pushed his hammer onto her and out of her hands. The axe was slammed against a wall, and Cassandra jumped back to get it. She was then also slammed into the wall by three hundred.

Julian got his bear to swipe left, and three hundred appeared behind six in an instant. Six swung his hammer down once again, and Julian got his bear to catch the hammer. The bear struggled to hold the hammer down for a few seconds, just enough for Cassandra to get her weapon back.

The bears claws were smashed off the corpse after a few seconds. Roxanne dove down to grab them, barely escaping a hit from the hammer. Three hundred slammed into her back. The bear claws were scooped up by Cassandra and thrown back to Roxanne, before she barely blocked another strike by six.

“Take care of the bear!” Six commanded. Three hundred nodded and moved forward to Roxanne. Roxanne threw one of the bears arms towards her, and it bounced off her as she planted a hand into her stomach, slamming her against the wall.

Okay, this was good. She assumed her powers were teleportation, but the claw bouncing past her confirmed it was something else entirely. She took some blank pieces of paper out of her back pocket and held them in her hand.

“Julian, focus on the hammer guy!” Roxanne yelled. “I figured the girl out!”

“I only got a minute left.” Julian muttered, fusing the arms back onto the body.

Three hundred focused her gaze towards Julian. Roxanne threw the papers to the ground, and three hundred burst forward before she could register the sheets. She slipped on the papers on her way to Julian, and Roxanne closed the gap.

She got one good punch to her stomach, and three hundred wheezed with pain. Three hundred looked up, and she saw the ghostly eyes of the bear in front of her. The arms clasped around her, and she was thrown into the wall at full force. As she tried to get up, Roxanne quickly ran up to her and gave her a swift knee into her stomach with as much force as she could muster. Three hundred retched, and Roxanne grabbed her head. With a quick “Sorry!” she slammed it against the wall with all the force she could muster, and she fell to the ground, motionless.

Julian watched as the white slowly began to fade from the bear’s eyes. He laid a hand on it, and it left the room instantly. Six looked onwards at three hundred, then focused his eyes on Roxanne. He kicked Cassandra out of the way. The hammer came down to the floor with a mighty swing. The paper was the first thing to go upwards, followed shortly by all four humans. Six floated against the wall and kicked off towards Roxanne. Julian went behind her and pushed her downwards by the head. He tried kicking off from her but took a hammer to his stomach before he could react. A cracking noise was heard as he hit the wall.

Cassandra saw Julian lie motionless. She felt the breath leave her lungs. But her axe felt weightier, more refined in her hands. She felt the axe fill with energy around her, and the incomprehensible whispering of her weapon started once again.

“Roxanne. Get behind him, but don’t touch him.”

Roxanne did as she asked, floating behind Six. Six looked on as the electricity leaking from the axe enveloped Cassandra. He once again kicked against the wall and made his way towards Cassandra. As he swung his hammer down, the electricity surrounding Cassandra moved to her head to shield her without Cassandra thinking about it. Six looked terrified as the lightning dispersed as they fell to the ground. He once again tried to slam his hammer against the ground, but Cassandra’s axe clashed against the hammer before he could. And a quick jolt of electricity shot upwards and took Six by surprise. He stepped back as Cassandra gripped the axe and slashed forward, cutting his stomach.

“Roxanne. Take Julian out of here.”

Roxanne did as she asked, dragging Julian’s scrawny body out of the room, with the last thing she saw before the doors closed being lightning covering Cassandra.

The whispering of the weapon got louder. Cassandra still couldn’t make anything out, but it was growing louder. The electricity within the weapon grew, and Six tried to once again strike. Before he could swing downwards, the electricity burst forward and struck his limbs. He dropped the hammer, and the anti-gravity lifted them upwards once again.

The electricity held itself within the axe until Cassandra pointed it towards six. His vision was blocked by the room’s blinding illumination, and he was finally struck on all sides by searing lightning. It only lasted a second, but he was left floating the room in a daze. With nothing left to do, Cassandra kicked the wall behind him, cleaving him in two with one more swing.

The two of them fell to the floor. Six’s torso seemed to be burned by the electricity within the axe, and he was already dead. Presumably the electricity got to his heart. She offered a small prayer to the corpse. Wherever the human spirit goes after death, she hoped whatever governed it forgave him. Maybe even a shot at a better life.

But once again, she started floating. She looked across and noticed three hundred barely holding up the hammer. She looked dazed and worse for wear, but she was breathing. Before a word was uttered, she ran out of the room. Cassandra dropped the axe and floated after her.

In the main hall, three hundred was wildly swinging the hammer with what little force she could muster. She managed to knock out a security guard and get to the airship docking station and take the last one. She let the hammer down gently and punched a few buttons into the ships main computer. And within a few seconds she had made her escape.

“Shit! We got any ships?” She yelled at someone on the deck.

“Nothing that isn’t carrying the others.” The security guard yelled back.

“Damn it!” Cassandra yelled. “Look. We secured the axe, anyway. You can let the ships down. Now if you excuse me, I gotta check something else.

She ran into Julian’s room and saw him lying on his bed with his shirt off, the stench of beetle radiating off him.

“You okay?!” She screamed.

“Probably.” He groaned. “It took all my backup beetles, but I should be good after a few hours.”

“Okay, okay.” Cassandra sighed. Julian was okay and the axe was secured. That’s all that mattered. “What about Roxanne?”

“She’s recovering from everything that happened, she’s probably fine.”

Cassandra went into her room, and Roxanne was sleeping peacefully like nothing ever happened. An assured smile crept over her as she slept. But the next question was who was in charge now. The higher ups were dead. She got the axe, so was she in charge? She probably had the most claim to the title out of anyone here.

She went back through the halls, picking up the axe and heading back to the meeting room. The corpses were starting to smell, but she tried not to focus on them. Instead, her attention was turned to the computer. The small square box with a simple on button at the bottom. She pressed it, and the moniter came to life, making a small beeping tune as it did so.

She looked at the icons. This was her first time using a computer, so she just went by which icons would have communication features. One of the icons was of two people with a line between them, so that had to be it. None of the other ones made even the slightest sense.

Once she opened it, it was several nametags in two separate categories: grand owners and small owners. At the top left was the name Al Storm, the former owner. There was a small notification under the name ‘Rory.’ She clicked on the profile, and it seemed to be Rory O'Shaughnessy, the leader of Saoloro. Cassandra clicked the notification.

‘Are you still there?’ Sent five minutes ago. She clicked the message, and a small chatlog came up. The old members organized a meeting to discuss the weapons.

‘We got invaded by the new legion and everyone died.’ Cassandra typed. ‘There’s only a few of us left. I think I’m in charge now.’

There were a few seconds of a typing box. ‘Oh no. If you’re able to get to the Saoloro grand, come to discuss this as soon as possible.’

‘I will. If it’s possible, could I come alone? I’ll have a lot of people hunting me down for this weapon, so I don’t want to involve them if I don’t have to.’

‘If you want. I’ll try to accommodate any people left in your crew.’

‘Thanks.’

‘But before we go, can I have your name? Just so we know it’s you when the ship lands.’

‘Cassandra.’

‘Surname?’

‘Don’t have one.’

‘Excuse me?’

It was true. She didn’t have one. She didn’t have any identity besides a name. She just woke up at the agency with no memories of how she got there. In fact, that was why she went on all the expeditions. To try to spark something about where she could have come from. Three years and fifteen expeditions later, and no memories to show for it.

‘Well, I could just write down Cassandra Nothing if you want.’

‘Can I use my boyfriend’s name?’

‘You can.’

‘Cassandra Torres.’

‘Alright. I’ll be waiting for you.’

[steadypoetrydinosaur]

I remember you! Part 2

Toby x listener

Go to your room!, my mom yelled. Just getting off the phone with Barbie's parents, she yelled you're lucky they're not charging you and didn't call the cops! Why am I cursed with an idiot daughter?! You're literally insane stabbing a poor girl's leg?? I ran to my room. How could she not even listen to my side, ugh. I was so angry I slammed my door. My mom ran in and yelled at me to give her my phone. I did as she asked with an attitude. Ugh I can't believe she's not even letting me explain what happened and how it was self defense! I thought to myself I need some air, I slipped my window open and carefully skimmed down the side of the house, I walked off into the woods. I needed some space. I couldn't stop thinking about what just happened. Why won't she listen to me or just let me FUCKING Speak?? I continued walking into the woods. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going and I couldn't care less. I would probably regret this with trying to come home but I don't care. I was mumbling to myself and just kept walking, until I heard shouts. I looked up, a little confused. I don't remember how far I was in the woods but far enough I couldn't see any houses and was surrounded by trees. I went past where I normally go which is pretty deep in the woods. How long have I been walking? I didn't have enough time to think about it before I heard even more shouting. All I could make out was a few words. Cops and I'm hurrying. I was a little scared when I began to hear footsteps. I quickly climbed a tree. I was so nervous I almost fell but I managed to catch myself.I didn't think they would see me unless they were looking for me. Being in the dark helped hide me. I heard footsteps getting closer and closer. I heard 3 male voices. 3 figures came into my line of view and were running right towards me. I was nervous and began to think my mom was going to kill me if I didn't get home on time to help with my siblings, or she wouldn't notice me being gone. The 3 figures approached the tree and one of them sat down right under it. Come on Brian there going to catch up if we don't hurry up! Give me a minute Tim, and no they can't get in the forest without him noticing. I looked down trying not to make too much noise and get a better view of the 3 guys. Tim and Brian were having their chat about "Him", I wondered who they were talking about but I decided to pay more attention to the 3rd guy. All I knew was he wasn't talking nor was he sitting, he just kinda stood there awkwardly. I was trying to get a better view when I snapped a twig. Thankfully I had put more weight on another branch to keep me up but the 3 guys looked up. I held my breath and hoped the darkness would hide me. The guy that I'm assuming is named Brian looked up and asked, ``Do you think anyones up there? Tim didn't really look up for long. No you idiot we've been through this before it's just stupid trees. And are you done with your break!? me and you got to get back. Ugh whatever you say Tim, Brian scoffed out, getting up. Brian and Tim looked at the third person. Toby we are going back you can do whatever you want "He doesn't need you, Brian said. Who is "He"?!

Toby nodded his head okay. Brian and Tim began to walk off. And as soon as I couldn't see them anymore ,Toby tossed two things out of his hands onto the ground they looked to be like Ax's or maybe Hatchets? I wonder what he is doing? All of a sudden he starts to climb the tree. I began to panic. Was he going to hurt me? I began to climb to the side quickly. He almost grabbed my leg but I managed to get on a smaller Branch. He began to try to get on the Branch but It began to bend. It couldn't hold both of us. I was getting scared but I think he realized it couldn't hold us both and backed off the branch. I'm really scared but I need to make sure he doesn't hurt me. Wh-who are you? With the moonlight I slightly noticed him staring right at me. He went to grab the branch again ignoring my question but I yelled wait! He paused and looked up at me questioningly. The branch can't handle us both. I said, I'm a little nervous but I'm not going to show him that. He backed off again. Who are you ? I asked. He looked at me and sighed sitting on a close branch. My name's Ti-Ticcy To-Toby bu-t I prefer To-by. his voice was stuttery and he did this ticking thing every once in a while. Since you told me your name I'm y/n. I'm still a little weary of this Toby guy. Nice to meet you Toby. Ni-ce to meet mmm-e? He asked p-ople don-t norm-ally say nni-ce to me-et me. Oh, Why not? I asked, a little confused. "Why wouldn't people say nice to meet a person, it's a polite thing to do ''? B-ecause of the w-ay I um we-ll Talk. He responds with a little sorrow crossing his voice but he immediately shakes it off. C-ome do-wn from the-re. Toby says. I um I can't. I responded with, I'm still a little nervous and I'm not going to lie I'm scared to move. I was so scared I didn't realize how high I had climbed and know I'm kinda holding on for dear life, I thought to myself. Wh-y? Toby asks in confusion in his voice. Ar-e you sca-red of mm-e? He asks. Really I wasn't scared of him just how high I was. I'm not scared of you. I respond with. Wh-y? he asks, still confused? I um, it's a little embarrassing. I don't want the branch to break when I move. I am a little embarrassed at the confession I made, something about the name Toby made me think I knew him or maybe it was someone I knew named that? O-h, so yo-ur going to ju-st sit there? Toby asks. Um yeah I guess so, I mean the only other way down I say, even more anxiety filles my stomach when I look down. Toby was about to respond when we heard a very angry voice yell, y/n!! I know you're in here and if you don't come out now you'll be sorry

[jesterbells]

Two Towers

• Boromir’s fight with the orcs happens off screen? I kept going back to see if I missed something. It spends much longer on his funeral.

• At first they didn’t know which hobbits the orcs took!

• Aragorn doesn’t tell the others that Boromir tried to take the ring!

• Eomer is wary of Galadriel and when he finds out the trackers have her favor he is *more* suspicious of them!

• Also he thinks hobbits are a myth!

• Lol Aragorn being super dramatic with all his names and his legendary sword.

• Eomer is like “...did we stumble into a legend?”

• Theoden is mad at Gandalf because he stole Shadowfax who was his best horse! and Shadowfax returned wild!

• lol the bad guys steal all of Rohan’s black horses on purpose--they’re so committed to the dramatic aesthetic

• Legolas offers for Gimli to ride with him because Gimli doesn’t want to ride a horse

• Aragorn rides without saddle or bridle

• Oh! I knew it went through the trackers story and then the ringbearers story, but i didn’t know Merry and Pippin’s story was separated too and we got to go back and see that

• Wow ok the description of the Izenguard orks is really racist

• the nazgul are the “apple of the eye” of Sauron! XD

• Oh so Merry and Pipin had been warned about Fangorn...

• OMG book!Treebeard is amazing (and that’s not his real name!)

• Treebeard has a poem to remember all different species! Pippin makes up a line to add in about hobbits!

• “I’m not very bendy” XD

• Wait, Treebeard already knows what Sauromon is up to and it’s his idea to go to Isenguard? that’s the opposite of the movie!

• There are only 4 ents??

• So the “we lost the entwives” line *is* from the book, but that funny gem has a whole sad story after it. (I do like the theory, consistent with that story, that they ended up in the Shire--it makes sense as Treebeard doesn’t know of the Shire)

• Aragorn’s reading of the orc battle scene is not as spot on as it is in the movie

• The reunion with Gandalf it takes a lot longer for him to reveal who he is... makes sense a bit also because he has amnesia!

• Lol Sauromon is a rubbish tracker and couldn’t tell a thing from that battle scene

• Wow there’s a lot more about Sauromon potentially double crossing Sauron

• “You are beset with dangers, Gimli” LOLLOLLOL XD

• More of this fascinating morality i read about in another post where doing the right thing leads to good outcomes in unforeseeable ways, like Aragorn choosing to go after Merry and Pipin meant that he ran into Gandalf--Gandalf even says so

• Treebeard is the oldest creature still walking Middle Earth??

• Aragorn already had Anduril when they arrive to see Theoden and there’s a big to-do about surrendering it. And Gimli is so ready to throw down! XD

• Gimli looking at that guard like a young tree he’s considering chopping with his axe XD

• Huh, Theoden’s de-aging is much more subtle and metaphorical

• Eowyn gets a given sword and wears mail when she’s left in charge!

• Gimli’s evolving relationship with Eomer is so interesting. From their initial hostility, to reconciliation, to Eomer offering for Gimli to ride with him to Helms Deep. “Gladly, only if my friend Legolas can ride beside us” <3

• Gimli REALLY hates riding horses huh

• OMG Legolas made a deal to visit Fangorn Forest with Gimli after the quest is over!!! <3

• And Legolas brags to Treebeard about how many orcs Gimli killed recently!

• Wow the cliff climbing section takes a while

• Wow they get to the black gate pretty quickly

• Frodo doesn’t want Smeagol to swear on the precious! Interesting...

• I saw that great post about “Frodo laid a geas” which is super cool but it may have started even earlier--when they’re at the black gate, he tells Gollum that since Gollum swore to the ring, and Frodo was the master of the ring, that he could command him, that if he tired to take the ring he could (and would) command him to fall off a cliff and into the fire. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen to Gollum 0.0

• Gollum singing a song with some of his riddles from the hobbit

• Gollum being suspicious of all Bagginses because of Bilbo, but Smeagol says this Baggins is ok

• There’s changing colored lights in his eyes based on whether Smeagol or Gollum is in control!

• Some post I saw pointed out that Cirith Ungol literally means “pass of the spider” so anyone who heard it and knew the language should know what it holds (like apparently Faramir in the movie). But Tolkein is wise to us! Frodo knows many languages and might have known what it meant. Gollum does not tell the hobbits the name of the pass!

• “There are dead things, dead faces in the water” is from the book but Sam says it

• Sam thinks Frodo is the wisest person in middle earth, except Bilbo and Galdalf <3

• Sam staring at Frodo while he sleeps and thinking how beautiful he is and then says to himself “I love him” TWICE. My jaw literally DROPPED

• Sam is a particularly good cook, even for a hobbit!

• Hm I don’t love the way Smeagol is treated. It’s no worse than the movies, and I don’t know what else they could’ve done, but still

• Huh Frodo doesn’t try to hide from Faramir their association with Gollum

• Faramir travels with some Dunedine! neat

• still so sad that Frodo and Sam and Faramir none of them know what happened to Boromir when they meet

• OMG wait Faramir does know Boromir’s dead and he’s the one who tells them! and he all but accuses them of having a hand in it!

• so Oliphaunts aren’t just elephants, they’re some kind of mammoth huh

• I think i heard this somewhere, but in the book the whole speech wondering about a soldier’s background is Sam’s thought, not said by Faramir

• wow Faramir is smart and figured out the whole conflict over the ring while being told almost nothing

• hey wait so people generally don’t know about the ring? they don’t know what Isildur’s bane refers to? But Faramfir figures it out anyway? wow he may be the smartest person in this book

• YES Faramir is so good, I got to that iconic paragraph that’s always quoted about not loving weapons but only what they defend, and how he’s not tempted by the ring as he is in the movie (which I’d heard people comment on)

• He’s even kind to the hobbits when they have to blindfold them! book!Faramir is definitely as much of a favorite character as movie!Faramir in slightly different ways

• Was listening to this as an audiobook and when Shagrat was introduced I was like “shadrach meshach and abednego???”

• Wait that’s IT??? THAT’s where book 2 ends??? Right before Sam rescues Frodo??? WHAT

Lord of the Rings observations

Making another attempt to read the books, this time via audiobook. Some observations so far:

Fellowship

• OMG Bilbo’s passive aggressive gifts!

• The Sackville Bagginses do eventually get Bagend, though Lotho never lives to see it

• Frodo can in fact speak Elvish. There is much potential for amusement in that.

• Sam’s excitement over meeting Elves so great

• Frodo: “My dear Sam”

• Sam is so ride-or-die for Frodo from the start

• It was Frodo, not Pippin and Merry, who used to steal mushroom from Farmer Maggot–and then they go to dinner with him and his wife gives Frodo cooked mushrooms for the road! XD

• The official meals may be “Breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper,” but hobbits won’t turn down a second supper!

• Merry is basically Hermione at the start of book 7, huh? (Making the others all Ron.) Having sneekily figured out everything that’s going on and made preparations to go with Frodo no matter what he says… very smart and touching.

• We’re not even out of the shire yet and already Sam has saved Frodo’s life

• There are other Underhills at the Prancing Pony and they welcome Frodo as a long lost cousin!

• Strider: “i have a bit of a rascal-y look, have I not?” OMG

• Sam stoking Frodo’s hand and blushing shyly after he wakes up—! Because he’s been holding his hand in his sleep and it’s been so cold with the injury–! my heart!

• GLORY AND CRUMPETS

• The similarities and differences from the movie are really fascinating. Like how Aragorn *wants* to go to Minas Tirith.

• How tender and possessive Frodo and Sam are with each other! my heart…

• The movie glosses over the fact that Sam finds Frodo when he’s leaving because Sam is the only one who knows Frodo well enough to correctly guess what he’s doing and where he is.

• Book 1 ends before Boromir’s death??

• LOL Tolkein’s note in his forward about the people who disdain LotR and how he doesn’t blame them because he doesn’t like their work! XD

OK, onto Two Towers soon