#i want him so so bad he’s everything to me my little savage gremlin

[katasstrophy]

just saw your post about shidou and wing tatts on his back and OH MY GODD I NEED HIM SO BAD</3

REKHA YOU AND ME BOTH GIRL!!!!! 😩😩😵‍💫😵‍💫 NGGGHHHHH i think about him all the time he haunts me he mAKES ME SICK!! IN THE HEAD!!!

you best believe i’m gonna make all his shirts disappear if he insists on acting so whoreish with that back tattoo 😤 i’m gonna objectify him in my own house sooooo bad

“dollface, have you seen my shirt?”

“hm? 🤔 which one babe?😇”

“all of them, angel. i can’t even seem to find one.”

“oh? how strange😌”

“a mystery.”

“truly.”

“y’re not even gonna offer to help me look for them?”

“oh i would but i’m just so busy you know maybe later :(”

but the bastard knows. of course he knows. so he forgoes even his otherwise still available hoodies and saunters around your shared home shirtless, grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. makes sure to stretch his back muscles well and groan as it burns while he gives you a show that leaves you itching to jump him.

and when you can’t resist anymore, he makes you straddle him as he sinks you down on his cock, positioning your bodies in a way that lets you ogle his back muscles through the full length mirror in your bedroom – how they ripple and flex together with devil wing tattoos hugging every sculpted part of him as he bounces you up n down in his lap<3

[ghostsferalgremlin]

KÖNIG HEADCANON

As someone who has social anxiety and god knows what, it kinda pisses me off how some of yall see König. He has social anxiety? Ok he's a poor little soul that must be protected. Sweetie please, no, that man has fun when he hit a target, a human one, he's savage, let him be.

Also i have fun sayin my hc so here we go.

NSFW! PLEASE AVOID THE RED PART IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

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• He is not scared of people, he hates people.

There a huge difference between being scared and hating almost everyone and let me tell you, people did him so wrong in his life that he just doesn't want to deal with them anymore, the more someone ignore him the happier he is.

• He secretly loves being tall, not in the field tho.

As we know, this man want to be a sniper and let's be real, hiding someone who is literally 2.08m is impossible. But outside the field? He loves it. Yes people looks at him, that's true, but they also avoid him like the plague because they are scared of him, he finds this funny.

• He is not gentle, not if you don't specifically ask.

If he is with his partner he loves to make them beg, make them cry and ask for more, he just love being able to move them like a beautiful doll as much as he wants to. He is kind if asked, the most gentle human being, but if he doesn't hear nothing he makes sure to have you on his bed for at least two days after it.

• When his anxiety hits he needs to be alone.

Having anxiety and being always surrounded by people is the worst thing ever, you don't know how to move, how to speak, you don't know what to do or how to fuction. This man knows when his anxiety is gonna hit bad and, if he can, he always run in his room as soon as he can, leaving things to anyone in kortac until he is finally able to face people again.

• Doesn't know how to function and his love language is physical touch.

He hates people, and everyone knows it, but if he is with his loved one he just try to touch them as much as he can. Hugs? Give them to him? Kisses? God yes. Touching in avery kind of way? Fuck yes, this man loves touching in public and making clear he owns you, no matter where he is, his hands will always find a way to be on your body.

• He is feral if he's mad.

This man bottle up even christ at this point and the time he's at his limit is over for whoever made him mad. As I said before, he cheers when he hits a target, well this is almost the same, but it's more like "YES A TOOTH!" and he shows it off when everything is over. A little gremlin. A 2.08m gremlin.

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[alwaysachorusgirl]

We’ve Got Tonight

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Word Count: 3,540

Square: Free Space, using “We’ve Got Tonight” by Bob Seger from the song list (song lyrics in bold type)

TW: Includes a brief re-cap of “Sightless in a Savage Land”, so a brief mention of rape murder; angst, hurt/comfort, implied smut

Tags: @thatesqcrush, @madamsnape921

A/N: This is a follow up to “An Exile of Our Own Making”. Sorry for the delay in getting this out. Everything was going fine until I hit a patch of writer’s block and bad mental health days. This starts prior to “Sightless in a Savage Land” and then jumps to immediately afterward. This also ended up being on the longer side. I feel like I threw everything at it, except the kitchen sink.

           After your fateful meeting with Rafael you had gone home and cried yourself to sleep. The next day you went into work and everyone seemed to automatically know that something was wrong. Amanda and Kat eventually got it out of you. As expected, Amanda wasn’t thrilled that you’d gone to see your ex without her to back you up. Kat, ever the good partner, said she’d there to listen if you wanted to talk about it. You didn’t but thanked her anyway. Lucia Barba called three times, begging you to come to Christmas dinner and talk to her son. As much as you wanted one of Lucia’s home-cooked meals, you politely declined. You were working the Christmas shift. You did reassure her that you would speak to Rafael again, but only when you were ready to, and on your own terms.

           You also scheduled an emergency session with your therapist. She also wasn’t thrilled that you had gone to see Rafael, but she listened while you cried and dumped out the contents of your heart. It eventually led to a discussion about forgiveness, more specifically, whether or not you could forgive Rafael. You had told her that you thought you could, but you still needed more time to process your current emotions. You needed to sit down and have an actual conversation with him, you had barely given him an opportunity to speak when you’d last met. You figured that you should at least give him a chance to explain himself, even if it hurt to hear it.

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           Thankfully Christmas Day was uneventful. You caught up on all your paperwork, reviewed open casefiles, updated some profiles and case notes, and cleaned and reorganized your desk. Liv called a couple hours before your shift was over to check in and tell you to go home early and enjoy the rest of the day. You thanked her, and then called in your usual order to your favorite Thai takeout place as you were walking out the door.

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           When you arrived back at your apartment, takeout dinner in hand, you were met at the door by a talkative orange ball of fluff.

           “Mrow! Mrow! Mrow!”

           “Yes, baby, I know! Your dinner is late,” You said to your cat. You made sure your door was locked, then put down your food and work bag and shrugged off your coat and boots. “Just give me a sec- hey! Inigo! That food is not for you!”

           Inigo stopped sniffing the takeout bag and looked at you like he was insulted. You sighed and picked up the food, taking into your kitchen and placing it on the counter. You then grabbed Inigo’s food and water bowls. You refilled the water bowl and put it back down, hoping it would distract him while you opened the cat food can and used a fork to deposit the wet, squishy substance into his food dish. Because it was Christmas, you garnished it with few cat treats. You put the dish down next to his water bowl and he hungrily dug in.

           “Merry Christmas, Inigo,” you said with a smile.

           After changing into your pajamas, you settled on the couch with your dinner and a glass of wine and began your annual Christmas movie marathon. You weren’t sure how long you’d be able to stay awake, so you started off with Gremlins. You had just gotten to the part where Billy is starting to bond with Gizmo when you phone rang. You grabbed it off the coffee table and saw it was Lucia Barba wanting to facetime. You swiped to answer and were shocked to see Rafael’s face looking back at you.

           “Hi, I know that I’m probably the last person that you want to talk to, but I just wanted to say, Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

           “It’s okay, I’m glad you called, but next time, use your own phone, okay? Merry Christmas Rafael. How are you?”

           “I’m about as well as I can be. You?”

           “Yeah, I’m good,” you replied. A loud sound from your TV got both your attention.

           “Is that the sound of a Mogwai in distress?” Rafael inquired. “You’re watching Gremlins, aren’t you?”

           “Of course, I am, it’s my favorite Christmas movie.”

           At that moment, Inigo decided to jump into your lap and demand his nightly cuddles.

           “Wait, you have a cat now?”

           At the sound of Rafael’s voice, Inigo turned and looked at your phone, cocking his head to the side in confusion.

           “Mrow?”

           “Yes, I do. Rafael, meet Inigo. Inigo, can you say ‘Hi’ to Rafael?”

           Inigo gave a disinterested “Mrow”, and then curled up in your lap and started to purr. You massaged his head with your free hand.

           “Wow,” said Rafael, “I was not expecting that. Is he named after who I think he’s named after?”

           “Yes, he is,” you chuckled. “I adopted him about six months after you left. My therapist thought it might be good if I had an animal to take care of, and I’ve always been a cat person. He was an injured kitten when I found him at the shelter. I took one look at him, and I just knew. He’s been my fluffy baby ever since.”

           You were surprised how easily the conversation flowed between the two of you. Neither of you brought up the elephant in the room, but that was okay. You weren’t ready to have that conversation yet, and when you did, you wanted it to be face to face. Right now, it just felt good to talk to him again. He told you about the legal work he’d been doing, you told him stories about your cat, and how Sonny was doing working in the DA’s office. And by the time you signed off the call, you felt a spark of hope growing in your heart.

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The time between Christmas and New Year’s came and went. You spoke to Rafael a few more times via facetime. You had time to think, and the more you thought about it, the more you wondered if a second chance was staring you right in the face. Life wasn’t a movie and most people didn’t get second chances, but every day that went by made you a little more sure that reconciliation was possible.

Rafael was on your mind so much that you were almost grateful when you were awoken in the wee hours of New Year’s morning by the Amber Alert on your phone. SVU was being called in to find a missing teenage girl, and it was just the distraction you needed. If only you had known the twists and turns that case would take, evolving into a rape, and then murder case, when’s the girl’s father, Mickey Davis, shot and killed her rapist.

Rafael stepped in and defended Davis. It was both heart-wrenching and exhilarating to watch him go up against Sonny in the courtroom. Sonny was your friend and former partner, and you knew he wasn’t happy about the situation. But watching Rafael strut around the courtroom, making his arguments, cross-examining witnesses, making objections, you couldn’t help but be completely in awe of him. He was wholly in his element, like he’d never been gone.

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When all was said and done, Sonny walked away victorious with a guilty verdict. He should have been thrilled, but instead he was sitting in Forlini’s with you, Rafael, and the rest of the team, sulking into his beer. You stood off to the side, nursing your Jack and Coke, unsure of what to say or do to make him feel better. You and Rafael had behaved like complete professionals when you had to interact during the case, but that hadn’t stopped a stressed-out Sonny from snapping at you and calling your friendship and loyalty into question.

So, you kept your mouth shut and stared longingly at Rafael, hanging onto his every word. At some point he received a text from his mother and headed out, saying something about Lucia insisting on going to Miami to visit the rest of the family. You saw Amanda stand up and you thought she was headed back to the bar, but you then felt her elbow you in the side. You gave her a look of confusion.

“What are you waiting for? Go after him,” she told you.

You nodded in response, put the rest of your drink down, and grabbed your coat and purse.

“Thanks Coach, good pep talk.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she replied. “Now go get your man.”

You exited Forlini’s and looked up and down the sidewalk for Rafael, but he wasn’t there. You decided to check around the corner, and if you still didn’t catch sight of him, you would go back to bar and call him. You dashed down the street and around the corner. You stopped in your tracks when you saw him, his back to you, deep in conversation with Liv. Liv saw you, gave you a nod and smiled.

“Happy New Year, Rafael, “she told him, “Oh, and I think someone else wants a word with you.”

Rafael turned and smiled when he saw you, and you smiled back. Liv patted you on the shoulder she walked by, leaving you and Rafael alone together. You took a deep breath and walked toward him.

“Hi,” you said, when you got close enough.

“Hi,” he replied.

“You did really well today, Rafael, I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Y/N, that means a lot.”

“Look, “you started, “I know your plans don’t include me right now, but I was thinking that maybe, if you have time later, I’m ready to sit down and actually talk. I never gave you a chance to explain yourself, and I’m sorry. I didn’t handle that well.”

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry about. I didn’t handle it well, either. Everything you said, I needed to hear.”

“All the same, please, Rafael?” You gazed up into his green eyes. You felt your resolve cracking again as a tear rolled down your face. Rafael gently touched your cheek, brushing it away with his thumb, and this time, you didn’t pull away from his touch.

“It’s okay, Cariño, if you want to talk, then we’ll talk.”

You let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. And then you did want you wanted to do the first moment you saw him sitting there in Forlini’s: You wrapped your arms around his sturdy torso and buried your face in the crook of his neck, holding on for dear life. You felt his arms circle around you, pulling you as close as he could. You breathed in his scent, a mixture of his cologne, coffee, whiskey, and something that was uniquely him. You felt him run his fingers through your hair and kiss your forehead.

“It’s okay, Cariño,” he murmured softly. “I’ve got you, you’re okay, you’re okay. I’m right here.”

“Then why am I scared that you’ll disappear if I let go?”

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stood there holding onto each other. It was obvious that neither one of you wanted to let go. Rafael massaged small circles into your back, whispering words of comfort and reassurance into your ear. You melted into him, just like you had so many times before. Any remaining doubts you had flew out of your mind. You loved him. You belonged with him. You forgave him. You wanted him back.

“Cariño? I’ll tell you what, why don’t you come have dinner with me and my mother tonight?”

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” your replied, shaking yourself out of your thoughts.

“You’re not imposing. My mother would love to see you, and you know how she cooks; there will be more than enough food.”

“I’d be late, I have run back home first. I have a hungry cat waiting for me, remember?”

“Then we will take a detour to Brooklyn on the way to the Bronx,” Rafael said with a chuckle.

“You do know that’s an out-of-the-way detour, right?”

“Cariño, as far as I’m concerned, it’s worth it. I’ll just text my mother and let her know that I’m running late.”

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Thankfully traffic wasn’t as heavy as it usually was, and you got back to your apartment relatively quickly. Rafael waited in the car while you ran in, fed Inigo, changed out of your work clothes, and ran back out. Then it was off to Lucia’s apartment in the Bronx. As promised, Lucia welcomed you with open arms.

“Hermosa!” She cried, enveloping you in a hug. “I’m so happy to see you! I missed you at Christmas! Come in! Come in! Dinner is almost ready. Rafi! Why didn’t you tell me you were bringing Y/N?”

“I wanted to surprise you, Mamí,” he said, embracing his mother.

“Well, consider me surprised then. I’ll go set an extra place at the table.”

She headed for the kitchen and Rafael took your coat, hanging it up on the hook by the door. He placed a tentative hand on your lower back, but once again, you didn’t pull away. You gazed into his emerald eyes, allowing yourself to get lost for a moment. Before you could stop yourself, your hand was caressing his cheek. You shuddered when he placed his hand over yours and kissed your palm. Your heart pounded like a jackhammer in your chest, and you started wonder what would happen if you just-

“Dinner’s ready!” Lucia called.

You took a step back and tried to pull your hand away, but Rafael held on and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“Shall we?”

You nodded and let him lead you to the kitchen, where you were met with a variety of delicious smells and a veritable feast.

“Oh, Lucia, you have outdone yourself again!”

“Just a little something to celebrate my son being back in court and doing what he does best,” she said with a grin.

“Mamí, I didn’t win today.”

“Rafael, that doesn’t matter,” you said, giving him a look. “You walked into that courtroom with your head held high and fought like hell for your client. Watching you, it was awe inspiring, it was brilliant, it was astounding. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” You stopped, realizing that both Rafael and Lucia were staring at you. “Maybe we should sit down and eat?”

“Yes, I think we should,” said Lucia, giving you a smirk and a knowing look.

Grace was said, dishes were passed, and between the conversation and shoveling forkfuls of food into your mouth, the time flew by. It had been so long since the last time the three of you had been together like this, but it felt like the years hadn’t passed at all. You had missed this, wanted it to be your normal again. Every time your eyes caught Rafael’s he would reach for your hand and give it a gentle squeeze, and you wondered if he felt the same way.

Before you and Rafael left, Rafael double-checked his mother’s flight information. She was flying out the next morning, and Rafael promised he’d be there bright and early to take her to the airport.

“Rafi, I am more than capable of getting myself to the airport.”      

“I know, Mamí, but I insist. I just want to make sure that you get there and don’t have any issues with checking in.”

“Fine, but don’t forget to bring in my mail every day and check the fridge occasionally. If something looks or smells like it’s going bad, throw it out.”

‘I will, Mamí, I promise.”

Lucia gave him a hug and kissed his cheek, then did the same to you. She made sure to hand you both large Tupperware containers with the all the leftovers.

“This is to make sure you don’t starve. And Hermosa, take care of my son? Make sure he eats something other than take-out?”

“I will, Lucia, I promise.”

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You unlocked your apartment door, but before opening it, you turned to Rafael.

“You’re sure that you’re ready for this?”

“Yes, Cariño, I’m ready to meet your cat,” he reassured you for the umpteenth time.

“Okay…”

You opened the door and you and Rafael entered the apartment. You were promptly headbutted in the leg before you could even get your coat off.

“Mrow! Mrow! Mrow! Mrow!”

“Yes, baby, I’m sorry I went out and left you here all alone.” You picked up Inigo and cuddled him in your arms. “It’s okay, baby, Mommy’s home now.” You turned towards Rafael. “Rafael, this is Inigo. Inigo, this is Rafael.”

“Hi there, Inigo, it’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

Inigo looked at Rafael, then looked up at you incredulously.

“Mrow?”

“Inigo be nice…I have an idea! Rafael, his treats are in the corner cabinet, 1st shelf.” You pointed towards the kitchen. Rafael ran to your kitchen and came back with the cat treats. He shook a few into his hand and held them out to Inigo. The cat took a tentative sniff, and then gobbled down the treats, even licking the crumbs off Rafael’s fingers. “There, you happy now?” Inigo gave an affirmative “Mrow”, and you put him down.

“Sorry about that,” you said, standing back up and finally taking your coat off. “He can be a little grumpy around new people. Drink?”

“It’s okay, I get it,” said Rafael, removing his coat and suit jacket and draping them over a kitchen chair. “Yes, please, a drink would be great.”

You put your leftovers in the fridge and opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Scotch and two glasses.  You expertly poured and handed a glass to Rafael. He thanked you, and you took the other glass and motioned towards the living room. “Shall we?” Rafael nodded and followed you to the couch. You both glanced at each other awkwardly, not sure how to begin.

“I guess I should start by apologizing again,” Rafael finally spoke, “and I am truly sorry, Cariño, for everything. I never should have left the way that I did. After the trial, I really believed it was all over. I saw my future and all of my hopes fading away. I couldn’t go back to the DA’s office, couldn’t face the scrutiny, couldn’t face you, couldn’t even face myself. So, I took the coward’s way out, and I ran. At the time, it seemed like the right thing to do. I convinced myself that I needed time and distance to figure things out, but I wasn’t thinking straight, I know that now. I felt like I was suffocating. Everything was falling apart, and I didn’t know how to fix it…”

“You could have come to me. We could have figured it out together…” You reached for his hand and held it between both of yours. “I never would have turned my back on you.”

“I know that, dear god, do I know that,” Rafael hung his head, tears starting to leak out of his eyes. “I thought I’d be sparing you so much unnecessary pain and humiliation. Knowing that I only caused you more…I’ll never forgive myself. I never should have pushed you away. I’ve spent every moment regretting it.” He turned his head and looked you right in the eye.” I never meant to hurt you; I swear I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know,” you said, feeling your own fresh round of tears coming on. “Come here.”

You wrapped your arms around him and held him close. He embraced you in return, placing his head on your shoulder. It was so rare for you to see him like this, opening up, letting his guard down, being vulnerable. He was hurting just as much as you were, longing for shelter, longing for an end to all the years of heartache. You gently cupped his face in your hands to that he was looking you in the eye again.

“I forgive you, Rafael, I forgive everything. Deep in my soul, I’ve been so lonely, and I don’t want to live like that anymore, and I don’t think you do either. Still here we are, both of us lonely. Let’s make it last, let’s find a way.”

“Are you saying- “

“Yes, I love you, Rafael, come back to me.”

Your lips found his. The kiss started out soft and gentle, but soon became deeper and more intense. You let go of his face and draped your arms around his neck. Rafael pulled you into his lap, one arm around your back, his other hand in your hair. You both desperately tried to communicate three years of pent up longing and desire without words. Nothing else mattered, just the two of you, in your apartment, and nothing was going to tear you apart again.

“I love you, Y/N,” said Rafael when you finally broke apart to catch your breaths.

“I love you, too, Rafael.”

“Look, I know it’s late, I know you’re weary, but I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to spend another night away from you.”

You kissed him again.

“Then don’t. We’ve got tonight, babe, why don’t you stay?”

[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

Proposition and Accord-part VII

"Ghoooost! Good noon!"

"Hello!"

You opened your eyes slowly, barely awake from the deep sleep you had. The grogginess in your voice shadowed by the abnormal deepness of the voice changer.

"Hey, ghost."

"Corpse! Always pleased to hear you."

"Always ,ey?" Toast picked what you said in a more suggestive tone, teasing you with it.

"Cut it ,man."

You didn't bite on the trap however.

" Anyway, mind if I bring a friend?"

"Of course!"

"Sure why not."

"Okay,brb."

"So ,Corpse..."

"To early for that ,Toast."

Near the white astronaut Ghost had, a new little one came. It was black with a pair of headphones and a Wall-e companion. On top the name Charon was displayed.

The others started circling the new mate as Corpse's pink character stood unmoved by your side.

"Good evening!" A low and mature voice came from a woman. It didn't had a mechanical effect to it so it was coming in naturally.

"Hiiiii!"

"Hello!"

"Guys this is Andreea, Andreea this is the Peanut gallery."

"Ha,nice. Good to meet you all."

"Likewise."

"You too."

"Your robot is cute." Corpse remarked.

You smirked when your phone immediately lighted up. A message from Andreea written in big bold letters: 'HIS VOICE IS HOT!'

'I know :)))'

"Andreea , you know how to play this game?"

"Y-Yeah ummm..."

"Sykkuno."

"Sykkuno! Yeah, I know me and Y- I mean ghost sometimes play it. "

"You play together?"

"Well yeah, we play Fallout together, sometimes Minecraft even Eyes the horror game. Speaking of which ghost?"

"Yeah?"

"My place tonight?"

You smirked knowing what's to come.

"Time to corrupt another soul?"

You laughed was intentionally made to be interpreted by the others as evil and dark. In the inside you cringed, you sounded so stupid.

"Umm,guys?" Sykkuno asked for clarification, to which he will not receive.

"YOU GUYS LIVE IN THE SAME CITY?" Pooki asked all excited for some reason.

"Yeah?"

"Same city? We leave in the same apartment building." Andreea told ,a pleasant hiss rang as her long nailed hands opened a Pepsi can.

'Cola is better'

'Fuck off, Y/n'

':))🖕'

"That's so cute!"

"I guess,but she's a pain."

"A pain? Moi? Please, I am only in pain not one."

The others chuckled at your shenanigans, the humour between you and Andreea being based in play fighting, cursing each other and bumping as hard as you can into each. Considering how much of a height difference is between you two, everything just gets more interesting.

"Maan,I want to stay in the same building with you guys also." Corpse pouted.

You two sounded really nice to be with, especially you. You were fun to talk witg and your natural voice was a godsend to his anxiety and insomnia. It made him sometimes slip into a blissful sleep,especially when you began reading to him Doom lore in the late hours of the night.

' "The Maykrs' need for the Essence is prime. Without it they must suffer the monstrous fate of Transfiguration, and see their wisdom and faculties slither from their twisted forms. By bidding of the Khan Maykr herself, the Order of the Deag has devised a method to improve and accelerate the production of the Hell aura. What once took eons for the savage beasts to attai...oof. Wait."

Corpse heard you move in the bed, your body getting its pressure off it before settling back in.

He wanted to start to ask you to read again when he was interrupted by the sound of smooching ? You were kissing somebody?

You puffed and smiled as Sergiu bombarded you with another waves of kisses, a tradition in your group. You all were touched starved creatures so you showed your platonic affections through hand holding, sudden hugging, cuddling- sometimes propping your cold feet on the other person's back just to be dickish- and rains of kisses.

Sergiu was the most affectionate out of all of you, the rain of kisses being something that his mother used to do before she left to work. 'A kiss on the forehead to brighten your thinking, two on the cheeks so no one is lonely and one wherever you want.'

"Alright! Alright! I get it, you are leaving!"

You laughed as you pushed the cuddly golden retriver of a man away.

His chains attached to his black leather belt with grey 3d rombes running all over it clicked as it bounced. His hair smudged on the worn out black leather jacket and his face all but a smile. He was happy and you love to see it.

-Vrei ceva? ("You want something?")

-Umm...PIZZA PĂTRATĂ DE LA DEDEMAN ȘI MOUNTAIN DEW.("Um...SQUARE SHAPED PIZZA FROM DEDEMAN AND MOUNTAIN DEW.")

The man laughed at your antics, roughing up your freshly washed hair and closing the door as he left.

"Corpse? You still there buddy?"

Corpse felt a pang in his chest, you sounded like you have much more fun with the other person. He knew it was stupid but he couldn't help feel jealous and worried at the same time. He wanted to be the reason to make you sound so happy and he didn't want to be worried of being replaced anytime soon.

"Corpse? My petit orchid? Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah,I am fine."

It came out shaky and too abrupt for your liking. Something's wrong and you didn't want to overstep your boundaries but you couldn't let him go about his day while having something munching on his good mood.

"Hey,hey Corpse."

"Yes?"

"Wanna see my cat?"

"YOU HAVE A CAT?"

"Yes,so do you..."

"Hell yeah. I mean...sure I am cool with that."

You shook your head and became giggling, it's good to know you weren't the only one who didn't know how to cover their slip ups.'

"Trust me Corpse. You don't want to live with this anxiety filled owl."

"HEY! My anxiety adds spice."

"Oh my god!"

"Guys, guys. Can we start the game please?"

"Oh for sure."

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"Watch out for the wall, ghost. Watch out for--GHOST! Oh shit ,I lost her guys! Ghost, where are you?"

His character ran in desperate search to find you. When it left the snowy environment from outside , it stopped abruptly. You were there in the office with Sykkuno ripped apart body in front of you.

"Oh shit! Sykkuno!"

His thoughts ran wilde as they hurried to reach a consensus. He knew that you will probably kill him also as you waited for those 10 seconds to pass.

His premonition was proven true went you shut the doors of the office , your character moving slowly towards him.

"Ahhh! Guys ,what the hell do I do?"

His eyes clenched shut as his finger hovered the report button.

The sound of a meeting went off,forcing him to let out the breath he's been withholding. His hands shook as he relaxed himself when his friends started discussing aka screaming at each other.

Someone else called in another body.

You held your fingernails between your lips, leg bouncing from the nerves. You knew Corpse will snitch you out,after all you did killed Sykkuno.

I am so fucked...

Your body covered in a white and black hoodie contorted itself into a smaller position.You ignored the pain that your dead thighs were trying to emit while being in a cross position. Head to busy with anxious thoughts of what Corpse may do.

"Phew, Jesus. I am too nervous for this game."

Andreea's words caught you off guard. She nervous? It's more likely than you think.

Your feelings long forgotten as your protective nature sprung out of the shell.

"You? Nervous? Andreea you are a freaking talented tattoo artist."

"It doesn't matter, my hands are sweating like they are the Danube river."

"Wait ,are you a tattoo artist?"

"Yeah ,I am. I started tatto--"

Mission accomplished! Your goal wasn't to comfort, you knew you sucked at that but to distract. To take her mind away from whatever cause her pain ,then to secretly totally not obviously attack the shit of whatever upset her even bad vibes. Fuck them bad vibes! You and your friends are bad bitches not second hand embarrassments.

"It will be nice if I could do henna also but this hoarding gremlin was only calm enough when she did them. So basically it became her summer job."

Ah. Your mind realised she was telling them how you two met.

You wanted to get some henna tattoos, see if you liked the way the look at you. Andrea was just a beginner when you entered the tattoo shop and her life.

You weren't always an anxious person,the situation changed when your math teacher decided to be a bitch and humiliate you for not knowing geometry. Since then you were always out of breath when you spoke in public, always bouncing your leg when stressed , biting off your nails and having a constant dread when it came socialising with others. And when you are a big girl that amplifies considerably.

People are just shallow like that and you learned a long time ago that their intolerance towards you was a THEY problem rather than a YOU problem.

It's hard thought, sometimes their words and disgusted glares burn you from inside out. Make you feel inhuman ,that your anger,sadness and your passion don't mean anything ,that they are not valid, that you cannot be yourself and liked at the same time nevermind seen as a romantic interest.

But I digress, when it came with Andreea ,everything when abnormally smooth, you joked and laughed, bitch about people and so on. You hit off immediately.

So when you wanted to make a bit of cash ,Andreea didn't hesitate to teach you how to do temporary tattooing.

"That's so nice guys,the body was in specimen room by the way." Dave said.

The others for some reason started blaming Rae , you didn't said nothing as you were still waiting with your breath tight for Corpse to rat you out.

"Corpse? Where were you by the way?"

Here comes the expose.

"I ..uh...wait. I was in the storage then I met Sykkuno in the office but left with ghost."

What?

"Ghost? Can you collaborate his story?"

"Yeah , me and him left Sykkuno. I think orange was with him last time we saw. I am done with my tasks by the way."

"What?"

"LUDWIG! HOW DARE YOU KILL SYKKUNO?!" Corpse growled.

You muted yourself as you squealed. You couldn't believe him. He really took your side!

You took a sip of your green tea, patting yourself on the back for being calm and getting back in the game.

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"How could you ,Corpse? I trusted you and you stab me behind my back." Sykkuno exclaimed, pout evident in his voice.

"I am sorry Sykkuno..i-it's just...I...uhh.."

Your microphone was not muted this time so when you burst in laughter you dominated the whole discussion. You laughed ugly but happy as you always did, holding your lower abdomen as it clenched muscle you didn't know you have.

"It's NOT funny, ghost!"

"It'S nOt FuNnY, GhOsT! Bwahaha..."

Despite laughing ,deep down you worried you may have offended your new friends? Nah, too early to call them that.

"I think I know why Corpse did what he did." Grease started in a dramatic sober voice.

"You mean cheated on Sykkuno."

Ludwig ignited couple of laughter from the group.

"Yeah. He did it....drumb rolls please. "

Sean provided the suspenseful roll.

"Because he is a SIMP."

"WHAT?"

"No way..."

"You heard me."

The group went wilde. You didn't know what you could say, your mind crazy yet also numb. Poor Corpse.

"Hey, hey. Guys, please calm down. If you want to come for someone, come for my neck."

Your hands flared up into a peaceful backing sign, you knew of Corpse's bad anxiety and you didn't want to cause him distress by bringing the limelight into his face.

"It's alright, ghost. I am a big boy, I can take it."

You tried to keep it short, you really did but your mind wanted to say one more thing.

"Just like you can open foil?"

You heard a breath intake. You lowered your volume, thinking of what he may do.

"I FUCKING HATE FOIL!"

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"Tonight was fun." Corpse said after taking a sip of water.

"Yeah, it was."

You watched your dark hair moving in the air as you played with your toes.

"Sorry again for bringing all the...uh...attention on you."

"It's fine,ghost. I know you didn't mean it."

"Y/n."

"What?"

"My name is Y/n."

Ah!

His heart jumped a bit ,you told him your name that means you trust him right. Lily doesn't know your name so he is the first to know. The first to guard this special information.

"Ghost was kinda wearing down,you know?"

"Y-yeah,...uhh..I mean no! Yes? No? Fuck...It's a pretty name,um...Y/n."

You haulted, getting used to him saying your name will take a while.

"Heh,thanks Corpsie."

"Mhmmm, did you have time to think about what I told you?"

Couple of nights ago,Corpse proposed the idea of starting your own Youtube channel. You were hesitant.

"Corpse, I told I don't think people really like me. I think they just like the voice."

"Non sense. You watched our stream?"

"Noo...? Sorry,I didn't really have time to..."

"Hey, it's okay goofball. Anyway,they were asking more videos with you. Maybe some of them like you because of your voice but most of them like you because they like your personality, gh- Y/n."

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Look you don't have to do it if you don't want to. I just feel bad for all the fans that want to talk with you or sometimes I found something funny and I want to send you or tag you. It's stupid I know."

You didn't like the sad tone of his, your heart tightened and your worries worsened.

"I think I am going to sleep. Goodnight, ghost."

"'Night,Corpse."

You were left in the darkness of your room, at the end of the bed with your long fingers reaching towards your knife, your personal fidget spinner. You chew your nail as you moved the blade unconsciously.

Corpse's account:

.ghost added you. Add them back?

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Hey,guys!💖💖

Hope you like the seventh part of the serie. I almost went into a writing block with this one.

Anyway, have a nice day!💗💗

Tagged💖💖: @moolujk @magenta-skyline @yikesyikesyikes95 @mythicalamphitrite @yoyoanaria @simonsbluee @cherry-piee @gaysludge @softboiicorpse @heavenly3308

[jessilynse]

Better With Age; Lailathwen Leblanc

"Me, at twenty? Well, that would've been a couple years before I got caught up in the Scion's business and everything that entails. I'd been getting by doin' odd jobs here are there, fending for myself after striking out of my own. Had a bit of a falling out with my parents you see, they weren't exactly pleased by my distaste of tribal tradition and my new-found individuality. One thing led to another, and it became pretty clear the tribe didn't have a place for someone like me, so I had to go elsewhere. 

 "Anyroad, so I was out of my own. Livin' was tough, but you scrimp, and save, and do what you gotta to survive. Eventually, I got it into my head that life would be better out in the Shroud—no jackbooted thugs stomping about, lush greenery so you'd never go hungry, proper cities where you could live out your days in peace. Who wouldn't want a piece of that? 'Course, there was one thing standing in the way of that, and a big one too—Baelsar's blasted Wall.

"Now, it's not easy to get across the Wall, obviously, but not impossible if you believe the stories. Every now and then, you’d get rumours of sods who’d found a way across to where the grass is greener, and we ate it up. When there wasn’t enough to fill our bellies, we’d find sustenance in the tales of people reaching freedom. Now, I’ve no idea whether any of those stories were true, mind you. I’m more inclined nowadays to think they were intentional cover for folks “disappeared” by the Empire, so nobody gets inclined to ask too many questions. But, after enough time, I decided I was gonna be the next one to cross over.

“You’ve seen the Wall, yeah? It’s like if you took a Garlean Castrum, and then just made a row of them as far as you could see. This wasn’t hopping over someone’s picket fence. And we weren’t allowed within a hundred yalms of the thing, only the Legion could go inside. So I figure, if only Garlean Soldiers are allowed inside, then I needed to get recruited by the XIVth Legion. Then I could hop the wall and wave that life behind.

"'Course, getting recruited wasn’t exactly a simple task either. With no active campaigns in the region, the XIVth wasn’t in dire need of soldiers, and had become picky in who they recruited. I, meanwhile, had spurned just about everything my parents had encouraged me to do, which had unfortunately included lessons in combat, so I wasn’t much in a fight. Still, I was determined, so I insisted to my local Prius Prior that the let me sign on with them. I had no interest in bravely serving Garlemald, to be clear, my intentions were solely to escape, but after a lifetime of lying about who you are, you get pretty good at concealing your true allegiances. After a moon or so of pestering him day after day about it, eventually he conceded me an opportunity: I could go one-on-one with one of their fresh recruits, and if I beat him, I’d be allowed to sign on.

"Now, as mentioned, I had no experience in a fight. I’d started learning what I could from whoever would give the the time of day, but I knew on the day of my match I’d be nowhere near the level of my opponent. Still, I had to try. So when I was introduced to the towering pure-blooded Garlean man, I knew I was in for trouble. I’ll save you the play-by-play, but naturally I got thrashed. I did land a blow on him, near the end. He was coming at me, blunted training sword at the ready. And then, just in a flash of my mind’s eye, I saw exactly what he was going to do, how he was going to swing and where it was going to hit me. In a instant, I dodged behind him, and stuck him along his back. I didn’t know it at the time, but the Echo had let me see what was coming, and let me act on it. I’d been having visions occasionally for a year or so by that point, but never anything like that.

"Anyway, so I landed one strike on him, then he whirled around a knocked me to the dirt with a final blow, sword spinning away from my hand. I’d lost. I could see the Pilus clapping smugly, clearly ready to be rid of me, but my sparring partner held up his hand. ‘She shows potential. I would have her trained properly,’ he said. You know who that was? Only the man himself, Gaius van bloody Baelsar! Apparently just arrived from Ala Mhigo for an inspection of the wall, he’d caught wind of my “initiation” and wanted to size me up himself. Everything after that was a whirl, getting dragged here and there as I was trained, fitted, equipped, indoctrinated. Then, after it all, where did I get sent? Castrum Abania, east of the Peaks. Right opposite of where I wanted to be.

"I was bitter for a while, what with my plan going so far awry, but after a while, I settled into service. It was a fairly quiet station, simple patrols and the occasional inspection of Ala Ghiri nearby. Food was never fancy, but it was filling, and that and a warm bed each night wasn’t a half-bad deal. It wasn’t until, a day after quelling a small resistance demonstration in Ala Ghiri, I’d realized how much had changed. My bunk-mate, a stand-up lass from Othard, went off about the “savages” that had started the trouble and they really oughta just give up at this point. There was no way any of them would ever outmatch the Empire, and it would be better to save their skins and our time by just letting it go. And I found myself agreeing with her. That’s what scared me. My mocking dedication to the Empire had turned genuine at some point. I’d given my allegiance to who could give me bread each night, damn whatever I had to do to earn it. That night, I renewed my commitment to escaping that bloody fortress, and make my way across to Eorzea.

"Not too much happened after that. A few moons after, I volunteered for a transfer back to Baelsar’s Wall. I’d served well enough in Castrum Abania to be selected for scouting patrols into the Shroud, and on one of them we encounter a squad of Wood Wailers. In the confusion, I managed to slip away, and the rest is history. That more or less the story of how "Lailathwen oen Nerayna" made her way to Eorzea."

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"Gosh, I haven't the faintest where I’ll be at 40. That'd be another decade and half, and considering all that's happened in the last decade, I'm not sure I could make any reliable guesses. I would hope I'd be able to retire by then, adventurin' and world savin' take a lot out of you, it'd be nice if the cataclysmic disasters threatening to destroy the world were a little less frequent. I'd spend a lot of time with my husband, of course. Fishing trips, sightseeing, you know... I guess that's the sort of thing we'd get up to. Honestly, I have a rough time making plans a year or two down the road, just by the nature of our work. You really can't ever be sure what's going to happen next. So just visualizing 40? Out of my range."

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"Goodness, you serious? Do I even know anyone in their 60s? Let me think... Is he? No, no... Hmph, closest I can think of Gaius Baelsar, who I believe is pushing 50-something. Hey, don't look at me like that! When I agreed to this interview, I certainly didn't think he'd come up as much as he has. Twice today is two times too many, if you ask me.

"Anyroad, by that point, definitely retired. Ah, should have mentioned this for the last question, but would probably want a few little gremlins running about the house at some point. At 60, they'd be out on their own, I suppose. Hmmm, the Warrior of Light, a tottering ol' granny, baking cookies and caring for kittens. Do you see it? I don't know if I do, haha. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see!"

(Wanted to try something a lil different, thanks for the opportunity @bard-of-light​! Tagging @lavenderleblanc and @oreoz-unfortunately​!)

[thedeaditeslayer]

INTERVIEW: The creative team behind DEATH TO THE ARMY OF DARKNESS chats about making multiple Ashes.

Ash Williams is a larger-than-life character, but is the world ready for more than one of him? Readers are going to find out in Death to the Army of Darkness #1 from Dynamite Comics. Taking place just after the Army of Darkness movie, a bad translation of the Necronomicon is at the heart of the problem, leading to versions of Ash such as the female Ashley Williams, the erratic Lil’ Ash, Dash aka Doggie Ash, Skeleton Ash, and Chainy, Ash’s now sentient chainsaw.

At the helm are writer Ryan Parrott (Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Batman: Gates of Gotham) and artist Jacob Edgar (Savage Tales: Red Sonja), with colorist Kike J. Diaz (Sherlock Frankenstein, Ether) and letterer Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou (Red Sonja, Peter Cannon: Thunderbolt) completing the creative team.

The Beat chatted with Parrott and Edgar about the upcoming comedy-horror book.

Deanna Destito: What inspired the premise of this new series?

Ryan Parrott: My editor, Nathan Cosby, actually called me up one day. He’d read some of my work on Power Rangers and was tossing around the idea of doing a “Team Ash” book. Ash is such an iconic character and I loved the idea of trying to surround him with his own team of misfits. At first, we talked about it being Ashes from other realities, but we realized there was already a precedent set for clones and dopplegangers with “Evil Ash” from “Army of Darkness.” And character-wise, we started to really gravitate toward forcing Ash to come face-to-face with different parts of his own personality and it slowly started turning into a story about responsibility and what it means to be “The Chosen One.”

Destito: How big of an Army of Darkness fan are you?

Parrott: Have I read Bruce Campbell’s autobiography If Chins Could Kill? Yes, I have. Have I been playing exclusively with “Ash” for over a year on the horror game, Dead By Daylight? Yes, I have. I actually saw the trilogy backwards in college because of a friend and, I will argue that to this day, there is no better horror hero than “Ash.” Being able to put words in his mouth and add a brick to the legacy wall of a character I love is an insane pleasure.

Jacob Edgar: I came to it late. Right when I took on this project, if I’m being honest. I’ve been familiar with the franchise for a long time, I had seen a lot of Bruce Campbell’s other work (can we do a Brisco County Jr comic next??) but not Evil Dead and Army of Darkness. So immediately after signing on I got to dive in and binge the movies, the Starz show…it’s been a blast. I don’t have the history with it that Ryan does, but I loved it immediately.

Destito: Where does this fall in the mythology and can new fans jump in easily?

Parrott: My approach to nearly every comic series is to try and make it accessible to both hardcore and casual fans alike. And since you can’t guarantee everyone has seen every movie or read every comic series beforehand, I built this story so a person could pick up the first issue only knowing that Ash was the hero of Army of Darkness. Now, since I’m also a fan, there are definitely elements and Easter Eggs for people who are paying attention… but this one is its own story that simply takes place in the world of Army of Darkness.

Destito: Do you find it easier or harder to illustrate something so well known and played by such a distinct, animated actor like Bruce Campbell?

Edgar: I think it’s easier in a lot of ways. Ash as a character is already built for me, that work is done. I know what he wears, I know what he drives, I know what kind of guy he is which informs set design and character acting. I love Bruce Campbell, and I love how expressive Ash is. That’s definitely something I’m trying to translate into our book.

Destito: What was your process for designing each Ash?

Edgar: For Ash himself, I wasn’t ever interested in trying to make a realistic depiction of Bruce Campbell. I don’t think my style lends to that, but also…you really have to nail that EVERY panel, or the panels that are off are going to take the reader out of it. The other thing I wanted to be conscious of was not exaggerating his chin too much, or his build. I think that’s a pitfall sometimes. Ash is fairly fit, but he’s not Batman.

When it came to Ashley, I really wanted her to have a unique look of her own. Reminiscent of Ash, but with some twists. And those twists were never going to be cleavage and booty shorts, which is another pitfall for something like this. Ashley is probably the most tactical and dangerous of the bunch, that’s what needed to come across.

The others are pretty straightforward. Dash is a Boxer dog and we gave him a blue bandana to echo Ash’s shirts. Bones is based on that famous Evil Dead 2 poster, the skeleton with eyes. But I’m getting to add costuming to him in issue #2, which is making him much more fun (and easier to draw!). Then we’ve got Lil Ash who is an exaggerated and extra crazy version of the Ash gremlins from Army of Darkness. I hope readers will love all these weirdos as much as we do.

Destito: How has it been working with the creative team to bring the series to life?

Edgar: This has been especially fun for me because it’s my first time doing multiple issues of something. Ryan’s scripts are a blast to draw and Kike is going to be a superstar colorist, I love the energy he’s bringing. Hassan is one of the best letterers around and I just hope I don’t make his job harder than it has to be. Nate’s been my editor since 2017 and he always gets the best out of everyone, we’re in great hands.

Destito: Of the Ashes, which clone is your favorite?

Parrott: Oh man. I have to tell you which one of my kids is the favorite? This won’t come back to bite me. Oddly enough, it has kinda depended on which issue I’m writing. In the second issue, it was Ashley, Ash’s feminine side because I loved that she wasn’t afraid to call Ash on his tricks. In the third issue, it was Dash, the dog version of Ash, because he started to become the leader, but in the fourth, it became Bones, the walking Skeleton version of Ash, because I started to realize just how in over his head he felt, and that was fun to write. Maybe that’s me dodging your question… but I like the voices of all the characters, it feels almost unfair to choose.

Edgar: At first I was telling everyone Dash, the dog. Because dogs are always best. But I’m really starting to love Bones, the cowardly skeleton. His character is so different from everyone and everything else, he’s really fun to play with.

Destito: What can fans expect in future issues?

Parrott: I think if you love Army of Darkness as much as I do, well… I tried to put in all the hallmarks of the series: Action, adventure, horror and humor. We’ll have Deadite possessions and chainsaw decapitations, and it wouldn’t be complete without a little time travel. For hardcore fans, we’ll get into some of the reasons behind the creation of the Necronomicon Ex Mortis and even the philosophy behind the Deadites themselves. Hopefully, if people like it… this will be the first step into some epic mythological Army of Darkness storytelling, because… we have plans… but if not, I hope people will be happy with a lot of blood, guts and boomsticks.

Death to the Army of Darkness #1 can be preordered at your local comic shop this month. The issue hits shelves in February. For digital, head over to Comixology, Kindle, iBooks, Google Play, Dynamite Digital, ComicsPlus, and more.