#i was telling lore ab it last night

[rush-the-stars]

on my bullshit lately ab characters x eldest daughter!reader

[toomuchracket]

i'd rather jump in your bones (dad!matty x reader)

(hi! a lovely anon sent me an ask about sleeping with dilf-to-be matty on your babymoon before having baba 1, which a couple of other people have also asked for, so here it is, a really REALLY long fic! smut, with a little bit of fluff because i am a sappy bitch lol. anyway, hope you enjoy! <3)

(also if you're unfamiliar with my dad!matty/flatmate!matty tags, this might be a little jarring in places, so i'd recommend reading some of those posts first to get a handle on the lore)

it's 8am when you're woken up by the baby kicking, her (as of last week's 20-week scan it's confirmed that, yes, she is a she) tiny little limbs bouncing off different parts of your stomach like the old dvd logo that would appear if you left the player on pause for too long. you snort quietly to yourself at that comparison, making a mental note to tell it to matty when he wakes up. actually, you're surprised he hasn't woken up yet; his arm is currently draped softly over the bump as he snores lightly behind you, so he should also be able to feel his daughter kicking.

although, in fairness, if you didn't have a developing human in your stomach operating on a different sleep schedule to yours, the things you and your husband got up to last night would have definitely kept you asleep at this time too.

but you don't mind being awake in circumstances like these: carrying your healthy (and presumably happy) baby; feeling the nearly-naked and gloriously handsome love of your life cosied up beside you; noticing the morning sun and various faint italian conversations creeping into the room via the patio door, left ajar in the scorching heat of last night. it's an early summer morning on the shores of lake garda, and there's nowhere else you'd rather be right now.

baba, though, would apparently rather you were somewhere else - almost on cue, she settles herself in such a way that your awareness of your own bladder becomes unavoidable. with a whispered "you like being a little bit mean to mummy, don't you? you're lucky i love you so much, my girl", you extract yourself from matty's hold without waking him - a feat you mastered a few weeks into sharing a bed with him post-movie nights in the flat back in the day - and pull yourself out of bed. feeling slightly exposed in your panty-clad state, you shrug on matty's black tank top from yesterday, carelessly tossed on the end of the bed, before wandering to the bathroom.

matty appears in the doorway maybe five minutes later, once you've appeased your daughter (so to speak) and brushed your teeth; he copies the latter act himself, after placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, holding his toothbrush in one hand and you in the other. you take these two minutes of matty preoccupation to ogle him, trailing your eyes down his abs and v-line to the waistband of his boxers, admiring the way his arm muscles flex and contract as he brushes his teeth, and just generally marvelling at the way your husband manages to make the most basic of tasks look so ridiculously attractive.

after matty spits out the last of the toothpaste - the sight of which, whorishly, sends a burst of heat between your legs - he turns to you and pulls you into a sweet, overwhelmingly minty kiss. "morning, my love," he smiles, after breaking the kiss and taking your hands in his. "i take it our girl woke you up?"

the obvious joy in matty's voice when he refers to your daughter makes you smile too. "only a few minutes ago, but yeah, she did - all quiet now, but she was kicking quite enthusiastically."

"really?" matty asks, crouching down so he's eye level with your cotton-covered stomach and sliding a warm hand under the fabric to rest there. "you gonna be a footballer one day, baba? that'd be cool. especially if you played for newcastle like daddy did when he was a kid. but pro. definitely pro."

you scoff. "our daughter in a career where she could be far better at her job than a man but would never get the same recognition as him? i don't want her to be that much like me, babe."

"fair point, sweetheart," matty says as he stands, kissing you on the forehead. "but you should still be proud of your work anyway, even though they gave that stupid dick the case over you. i think you're an incredible lawyer, regardless of the fact you're also a little thief when it comes to my wardrobe."

he looks pointedly at the tank top you're wearing, before smirking at you. you put your hands on your hips and stare back at matty. "it's the bump, isn't it?"

your husband's brow furrows. "what?"

"you used to love me wearing your clothes," you sigh faux-dramatically, sidling past matty back into the bedroom and standing in front of the full-length mirror. "you encouraged it, actually. and now, here i am, pregnant with your baby, and you call me a thief for stealing a top. must be the bump."

matty comes up behind you, snaking his arms around your middle and pressing kisses into your neck. "you know all too fucking well that that's not the case, darlin'."

you're having too much fun with this. you do know matty's arguably never found you sexier than he does right now, but you don't want him to tell you that - you need him to prove it. so you sigh, tilt your head and look at your reflection. "hmmm, i don't know, babe. kinda seems like the bump might be a problem for you."

"right, that's it," matty scoops you up bridal-style and carries you the short walk to the bed, setting you down gently and bringing himself to hover over you. he kisses you deeply, passionately, but languidly, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls away to murmur against your mouth. "want a repeat of last night, sweetheart, so i can prove to you how much i love your body? yeah? want me to kiss all over those gorgeous tits, that perfect little bump, all down the insides of those fucking thighs of yours, before i eat you out? whatever you want, i'll do it."

interesting. you keep your eyes on matty's adorably eager, turned-on face, watching his eyes roll back ever so slightly when you rake your hand through his hair and tug slightly. "whatever i want? really?"

"if it gets through to you just how fucking hot you look carrying my baby, yeah," matty replies, kissing you again. his face softens as he pulls away, calloused fingers coming up to gently stroke your cheek. "my perfect, perfect wife, mother of my child, love of my life."

"you're so sweet, angel, and i loved how gentle you were with me last night. but," you smile, leaning into matty's hand. "you know what i really want, something that hasn't happened in a little while that i'd love right now?"

"tell me, darlin'."

you lean in to whisper in matty's ear, tugging his hoop earring lightly between your teeth before you do. "want you to fuck me like i'm still your little slut. can you do that for me, matty? please?"

the effect your words have on your husband is instantaneous (and extremely inflating to your ego) - matty's breaths become shallow and shaky, his hips begin to grind into yours, and those beautiful eyes of his flutter shut, presumably as he imagines obliging your request. when they reopen, the pupils are almost totally dilated, out of nothing more than sheer lust for you; they lock onto your own eyes as matty speaks. "that depends... d'you think you've been good enough, sweetheart?"

fuck yes. you look up at matty through your eyelashes, batting your lids a couple of times for good measure, and nod. "m'always good for you."

"even when you're stealing my clothes?" comes the reply, accompanied by a smirk. you smile back just as evilly, and quickly pull the offending tank top off and throw it to the side. "s'not stolen anymore."

for the second time in about a minute, matty's eyes darken with desire for you. "christ, you're so beautiful," he moans, before crashing his lips onto yours and his tongue into your mouth. "alright, darlin', i'll fuck you like the good little slut i know you really are. my good little slut."

"mmm, always, always for you," you smile against matty's lips, before meeting them with your own for another makeout. "thank you."

"you're welcome, angel. now," your husband's face turns slightly more serious. "how do you want to go about this? need to make sure you feel good before i can make you feel even better, yeah?"

nodding, you reach across to matty's side of the bed, grabbing one of the big silk-covered pillows - anticipating what you're about to do, matty takes it from you, quickly sliding it under your lower back and tailbone as you lift your hips. caressing them lightly, matty scans your face for any sign of discomfort. "you good?"

"perfect."

"too fucking right you are, babe," matty grins, kissing you passionately yet again. he bites your lower lip - which pulls a moan from within your chest - before releasing it slowly, dragging the soft cells between his teeth. "and now it's time for the fun bit."

matty's mouth is on your neck before you can reply, the feeling of his lips against your sweet spot turning your words to whines; they're closely followed by teeth and tongue and back to lips, as your husband - apparently not content with just decorating your body with the baby bump - adorns your neck with a hickey. as he begins to trail these scarlet marks of affection down the column of your throat, matty's hands come up to your tits, squeezing the sensitive swollen flesh and rolling and pinching your nipples between calloused fingers.

by the time matty's mouth replaces his fingers, alternating between each tit, you're soaked through your silky underwear. you tell him as much through a series of breathy moans, in the hope that he'll cease his ministrations on your tits and settle himself between your soft thighs, but it's in vain. matty simply continues to mouth his way down your body, kissing down your sternum and all over your bump (which, admittedly, you do find very sweet even in your horny state); only once he's done this does he pay any mind to the dark green fabric covering the place you want him most.

"fuck, sweetheart," matty sighs, rubbing your soft thighs and teasing his fingertips along the waistband of your underwear. "can see how fucking wet you are already. is it all for me, angel? tell me."

you nod furiously. "all for you, always all for you."

"good girl," matty smiles, placing a kiss to your inner thigh before peeling your panties down, throwing them somewhere in the sunlight-dappled room. he reattaches his lips to your thigh, leaving another hickey and you moaning his name, while his index finger glides up your slit to collect some of your wetness - suddenly, matty's leaning over you, bringing the same finger to your lips. "taste yourself for me, darlin'."

fuck. without breaking eye contact with your husband, you take his finger into your mouth, moaning at the tang of your own arousal on your tongue, hollowing your cheeks around the digit and swirling your tongue across the tip, before releasing matty's finger with a pop. you smile radiantly up at the love of your life, watching you with lust-heavy eyes, and you speak. "yummy."

"jesus christ, you're such a slut. i fucking love it," matty laughs in disbelief, before kissing you again. as he does, the finger that was just in your mouth makes its way between your legs again, ghosting over your clit before teasing your entrance. "and i love fucking you. can i, now, with my fingers?"

"please, please."

"so polite, even when you're so fucking desperate for me. alright, sweetheart, i'll give you what you want."

with that, matty settles himself between your thighs, and - without warning - thrusts two fingers into you, moving them at a rapid pace. you whine at the sudden pleasure coursing through your body, clenching around matty's fingers and clawing at the bedsheets beneath you. "fuck, please don't stop, want you to make me cum."

matty lets out a huff of laughter, eyes fixated on the fingers he's repeatedly ramming and curling inside you. "oh, you wanna cum, do you? that all you want?"

whimpering out a series of "no"s, you shake your head - although, you're not sure if your husband will see the motion over the writhing of your hips and subsequent movement of the bump. "want your tongue on my clit, too."

"beg for it, then."

jesus christ.

you do as you're told, though, aching for matty to eat you out like you know he's aching to do. "god, fuck... please, baby, please - oh, holy fuck - please, need you to go down on me, need your mouth on my clit, need it to make me cum- oh, yes!"

just as impatient as you, matty starts to suck on your clit before you've even finished your wanton pleas, his fingers still pounding into you. he moans into you at the taste, the hum reverberating through your body and bringing you closer to your quickly approaching orgasm, then flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue - deft, rhythmic strokes you soon recognise as letters, your husband spelling out his name on the most intimate part of your body. whether it's because of your realisation or the motion itself, you don't know, but you immediately feel the white-hot pleasure in your lower body begin to grow rapidly and make your legs jerk involuntarily. "shit, matty, m'close, m'so fucking close. can i cum? please?"

matty pulls his mouth from you to speak; his left hand replaces it on your clit, while his right continues thrusting into you. he looks like sex itself, cheeks red and glistening with your wetness, dark eyes hungry. "do it."

you don't need much more encouragement - even without your husband's hands deftly working on your core, the sheer sight of him and the rasp of his command could tip you over the edge into bliss. with a cry of his name, your body goes rigid and then shakes uncontrollably as your orgasm hits, matty moaning in harmony with you as he feels you clench and then cum on his fingers. he pulls them out of you and into his mouth, eyes closing in ecstasy as he does; when they reopen, they flick to make contact with yours in a wink. then, just as the aftershocks of your climax are beginning to peter out, matty ducks his head back down to your centre and licks into your entrance, turning the epicurean geiger counter in your body back up to an eleven in one fell swoop.

you gasp at the sensitivity, reaching down as best you can to grab a handful of greying curls, but your efforts are futile; matty locks his arms around your thighs in a vice grip and continues to essentially make out with your cunt, nose bumping beautifully against your clit as he tongue-fucks you to another rapidly approaching orgasm. because you're still recovering from the first one, this climax builds so quickly within you that you don't even have time to warn matty - he knows you're about to cum, though, from the way your legs go from shaking to clamping around his head (something he's told you on more than one occasion that he absolutely loves) and your moans become stuttered, shallower, sexier. so he keeps his motions up, only stopping once he feels your wetness soak his face and hears you scream his name, your legs loosening and trembling slightly on the silky sheets.

after wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and stretching his slightly-sore jaw, matty pulls himself up from between your legs and rests on one arm beside you, leaning over to kiss you deeply. "my good girl. how are you feeling? are you still comfy? do you need a little break?"

panting, you beam up at your husband, matching his lovestruck gaze with your own. "i'm feeling like i want you to fuck me now."

matty laughs, kissing your nose. "you're insatiable, missus."

"and you love it."

"i really do," matty smiles, shifting to hover on his knees above you. "position still good for you?"

"yeah, darlin'," you say, making a little kissy face at matty - he makes one in return, pressing his lips to yours in a little peck - and bringing your hands to pull down the waistband of his boxers; matty quickly takes over, yanking them off and leaving you both naked. "now fuck me hard, please."

"mmm, alright," matty smirks, running the head of his hard cock up and down your folds and teasing it at your entrance. "but remember - you asked for it."

his cock is inside you as soon as he finishes talking, both of you groaning as matty bottoms out - yours quickly turns to a whine as he begins to thrust into you, deep, hard strokes that have your eyes rolling back into your head. the sight of you so fucked out - tits bouncing with every thrust, hands clinging to the metal bars of the headboard, mouth agape and jaw quivering - makes matty moan too. "fuck, look at you, taking my cock so perfectly like the good little slut you are. you were fucking made for me, weren't you?"

you can't even answer, too caught up in how good your husband fucking you feels to remember how to talk. matty, who never misses an opportunity to be ever so slightly sadistic, isn't letting you get away with staying wordless. "answer me, baby."

"mhmm," you manage to croak out, whimpering as a particular thrust hits a particularly good spot inside you. "yours."

"gonna prove it and cum for me again, angel?" matty pants, grabbing your ankles and holding your legs in the air for leverage so he can continue to hit that one perfect spot inside you. "gonna cum all over my cock, and make me cum too? make me fill you up again?"

whining again, you nod furiously. the two previous climaxes have loosened your body up so much that you can feel your third hurtling towards you already - you just need matty to keep up his thrusts for a tiny little bit longer. "don't stop, please, keep fucking me. m'almost there."

"yeah? me too, sweetheart," matty breathes, his thrusts continuing, but getting slightly shallower. "fuck, i'm close. you wanna cum together?"

"please."

"ok, darlin', whatever you want," your husband smiles dazedly. leaning forward slightly again, his right hand leaves its place on your ankle to take up its original residence on your clit, circling in time with the thrusts. "let go for me, whenever you're ready. c'mon, sweetheart, come on my cock."

you're not sure what triggers it - matty's words, his hand on your clit, his relentless fucking, the way he looks at you like you hung the moon, or a combination of everything - but, as if on cue, your third orgasm of the morning hits you. and it hits hard, sending your eyes and head back and your back arching off the bed in sheer pleasure; so hard, in fact, that it triggers matty's orgasm, signified by a guttural cry of your name and a feeling of pure warmth in your core as he finishes inside you.

again, your husband pulls out of you quickly and licks a flat stripe up your core. this time, though, he's back hovering over you within seconds, tapping your lips with two fingers. instinctively, you open your mouth, and matty spits the mixture of your respective releases onto your tongue; you swallow obligingly without comment nor question, earning you a radiant smile, an affectionate "slut", and a soft, lazy kiss.

you pull away reluctantly from matty's lips, bringing a hand to caress his slightly stubbly jaw. "thank you. i love you."

"i love you too, darlin'," matty nuzzles into your hand cutely, a total contrast to the way he was fucking you mere minutes ago. "what a way to start the morning, yeah? proper workout, that."

"well, i did need a way to work off all that extra pasta the little nonnas in the restaurants keep force-feeding me," you giggle. "'for the bambino' my arse. they're just trying to get us not to leave!"

"i think i could stay here, you know," matty ponders, absentmindedly smoothing your hair. "you, me, baba, in this town, in this bed, just snuggling our days away."

"that sounds dreamy."

"yeah," matty sighs, pecking your lips again. "we don't have plans until dinner tonight - wanna practice staying here and snuggling for a few hours?"

"nah."

"what? why?"

"because," you sigh, rubbing your stomach. "baba's woken up and she'd decided it's time for me to piss again."

matty snorts. "impeccable timing. i think she gets that from me. remember that time i-"

"matty, i love you, i really do, but i do need you to shut up and help me to the bathroom now, please."

"alright, alright. whatever you need, wifey."

[asteroidzzzn]

more than just a dream - the walker, 003

pairing: college!ellie x reader

synopsis: you transfer to a new school where you only know one person; your childhood best friend. he invited you to a beginning of the year party to meet some new people, but one person, in particular, catches your eye... his other best friend.

a/n: READ THIS ITS IMPORTANT hihihi im backkk i found a format i rlly like!! if u didn't see my other post, im changing formats because its taking way too long for me to make the other one and its very discouraging. creds to @starphires for making the format 💗 hope u enjoy

genre: social media au, fluff

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ellie

OMH IM SORRY IM HERE I FELL ASLEEO

dina 💋 👎 a message

dina 💋

ethan died

ellie

?? how did the main protagonist die what

dina 💋

i lied idk why i said that i didnt even watch the movie

what were yall doing for TWELVE HOURS??

ellie

why r u surprised hanging out for the technically first time for 12 hours is the average lesbian experience

dina 💋

ur like clinically insane

ellie

we were just watching our show

OUR SHOW wyd if i jump off a bridge RN 🧚

dina 💋 ? a message

dina

???

ellie

hold on ill tell the gc everything

ellie

ellie x y/n lore update

jesse 👽

there is no way u just said that.....

ellie

so basically

we got blankets and got comfy cozy and made popcorn and we were having sm fun like talking a bit and saying stuff ab it bc we've both rewatched it sooo many time like its our comfort show

and GET THISSSS

SHE LAUGHED AT MY JOKE

YUPPP I KNOW MHMM

AND POPCORN FLEW OUT OF HER MOUTH'//?! LMFAO

she was rlly embarrassed but it was so funny and cute and i started laughing too and i CHOKED

actual tears in my eyes and she was just sitting there laughing at me

dina 💋 ❤️ a message

jesse 👽

oh so ur deep in the trenches

ellie 👎 a message

dina 💋

thats so romantic

ellie

i almost died???

dina 💋

awww

ellie

she def wants me

jesse 👽

JUST REPORTING LIVE NEWS WE HAVE A DEVASTATING MAGNITUDE 9.9 DELUSIONQUAKE OVER HERE

ellie 👎 a message

dina 💋

DELUSIONQUAKE IS CRAZY OMFG NOOO

ellie

YOU MAKE ME PHYSICALLY ILL PLASE STOP

I AM NOT DELUSIONAL

jesse 👽

ok 🤗

ellie

NOOOASDHFKDFJSFD

but actually tho.. like shes so amazing and pretty and smart

like i dont wanna just hu w her or snything else.. it is a secret third thing

dina 💋

??????? thats called liking her

ellie

oooh maybe...

dina 💋

😭😭😭

jesse 👽

hey im sure this is all rlyl important but ELLIE? ARE YOU STIL LI MY DORM?? DID YOU SLEEP EHREA

ellie

UMM????

jesse 👽

I HEARD YOU AUDIBLY GIGGLE A FEW MINUTES AGO AND I THOUGHTIT WAS Y/N BUT SHES STIL LASLEEP..

ellie

NAHH GET HIM BACK ON HIS MEDS HES HALLUCINATING!!!

NURSE HES OUT!

jesse 👽

FUCK TYOU I AM NOT CRAZY I EHAR UR PHONE BUZZING WITH MY TEXTS RIG TNOW

ellie

😜

dina 💋 ❤️ a message

jesse 👽 👎 a message

jesse 👽

PUT THAT AWAY???

ellie

im sorry

ill go buy u breakfast what do u want

jesse 👽

ellie stew

ellie

um idk i could get u a sandwich ig..

dina 💋

u should get me food too bc u dipped on me last night im On my way! 🙋‍♀️

ellie

a/n: typa shit i been on recently..... 😓 . i hope u all liked thisss! this format is sm fun and way easier for me i hope u enjoy reading it! tell me if the length of this chapter was good or if i should make them longer/shorter,, i appreciate all feedback 💋💋

taglist: @ximtiredx @gold-dustwomxn @elliesinterlude @fireflyelllie @trulygnomed @deluluwh-0-re @toesorhoes @elliewilliamsmissingfingerss @emluvselandabs @ariianelle @jokerpokimoon @lonelyfooryouonly @lil-elliesgf @yuaaa05 @ourautumn86

[wishmemel]

OMGOMG SAFI congrats on 100 ml !! hihii im here to participate in your cute slumber party event ! (i even brought my fave pillow and totoro plushie)

okok soo yk i'm dria 🩵 black / caribbean, around 5'1 (i promise im so close to 5'2 don't @ me haters will hate i drink my milk and eat my veggies) i have huge hair!! like very big hair, too many curls!! it's alot! i love reading, i write plenty of poetry, which is what i use most of my time to do — i lovelove r&b and early 2000s rap music. however, if u open my spotify rn and shuffle my liked songs it would go in order of hip hop, rap, afrobeats, classical music bcus my taste is all over the place. (i also keep a folder of edit audios for my own maladaptive daydreaming purposes lmao)

im rlly a baby blue girlie, fave flowers are tulips (idk my brain js thinks they look yummy), fave season is autumn ofc bcus rainy weather and i have an excuse to stay inside under my blankets 😭 fave animal would beee a black panther or a tabby cat! (my bby bella is a tabby lmao) i love vintage shows (rlly old noir films of all types of genres) i love cinema and visual art it stimulates me sm (im autistic btw i forgot to say mb) i've watched almost every wes anderson film in existence i love soft color palettes in film so bad <3

i enjoy watching old cartoons to relive my childhood nostalgia, jewelry (esp rings i never go anywhere without one or two on), rainy days, late night car drives, baggy shirts, scented candles, afrobeats n anything astronomy related.

im very much a social science n humanities junkie - yearning to be a clinical psychiatrist or complete my dream of teaching literature / psychology. i cry very easily (im js a crybaby istg) - in general im just very very emotional and more often than not i forget common sense and instinct are a thing bcus wtv i feel i just go with it - though i am extremely introverted and freak out when overstimulated in huge crowds and whatnot.

for the event im picking toji bcus that man is the love of my life bye ☹️ the epitome of sunshine and sunshine protector - tiny human and big scary guard dog ! in terms of our compatibility, we're so opposite it's insane! but we balance each other out well. sometimes i have to serve as toji's brain bcus this man is spending money he does not have on all sorts of things for me js cause i looked twice (my sister hced that he'd go below bankrupt buying me sanrio plushies and rings) he works mostly off instinct where i go completely off emotion so we butt heads alot in terms of decision making but he does not know how to tell me no, all i do is sigh once and HES DONE FOR.

i stress this man out like hes my full time babysitter pls

we acc spend alot of time having deep talks about the world and life in general, (i told him ab the backrooms lore and it messed w his head for weeks) which is a side of him he rarely shows to anyone (also he listens to me rant abt daily pop culture developments bcus he lowkey loves the celebrity drama) he's rlly protective, and even moreso bcus of how my anxiety gets. in a crowd this man is standing in front of me and blocking my view of everyone (he also subconsciously pulls me into his side when we're walking in public bcus my autistic ass will see one thing and wander off never to be found again) im always talking like talk talk talking and he pretends he isn't listening but he's literally able to repeat today something i mentioned two weeks ago - he's attentive, shows his love through actions rather than words. if i even make a face that gives away that im uncomfortable being somewhere, or my social battery is dead, hes taking me home no questions asked not a care as to who says what.

im an affection junkie - physical touch is my thing ! and hes so big! so im always pouncing on him for bear hugs and he acts so unimpressed and cocky abt it like "oh you missed me? im not goin anywhere relax" but he acc melts bcus when was the last time someone gave him affection?? he prob thinks im a figment of his imagination lolol

days off / dates would mainly be : window shopping, grocery runs, sitting in the park at sunset, indoor ramen dates n movie marathons and cuddles !!

AHHH sorry if i ranted way too much omg i can't wait to see what you do safi, i'll love anything u write ily so baddd <33

note: hihi dria, thanks for bringing your fave pillow and your totoro plush to the slumber party.

dria x toji — ꒰ tojria

“in this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and i will not abandon you. unwrap the worst things you have done. watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.”

height differences, cinnamoroll x badtz maru, protective touches, 3 am conversations about life, romantic picnics at sunset, shopping together, opposites attract, shy x protective, princess treatment, introvert x introvert, buckling your seatbelt for you, tired bf x hyper gf, teasing remarks, day x night, accidental eye contact, blushing, midnight walks, late night phone calls, giddiness, sunshine x sunshine protector, stealing his clothes, late night drives, deleted texts, holding hands under the table, "mean to everyone but her" bf, head pats, she fell first, he fell harder.

being with toji is not always as seamless or easy as you make it look. He's gruff and protective and difficult and incredibly stubborn. like that time you two fought because he was ignoring what you were saying and he flat-out refused to acknowledge your demand when you called him out on it. to be fair, he'd come home after an eight-hour shift and you'd started talking his head off, but it wouldn't kill him to listen. he wasn't paying attention when you were talking about that new hello kitty cafe with the fun milkshakes and the mini donuts that you wanted to try. hell, he ended up falling asleep on your shoulder after brushing off your argument and as much as you wanted to remain angry at him, you'd softened immediately upon seeing his tired face, all eyebags and troubled frown. and he did make it up to you later by taking you to said cafe and proving that he had been listening, though when you brought it up to him, he pretended not to know what you were talking about. but deep down he cares for you and he's trying — you know he's trying and you don't want to make him feel bad for things he can't control. a lot of the concerns you should bring up to him, you don't — you want this relationship to be easy and safe. you want him to feel comfortable with you the same way that you feel comfortable with him. even if sometimes he comes home with a busted lip and bloody knuckles and sends your heart skidding against your ribcage. but what matters is that he comes to you first and he comes home to you. so you know that no matter what, no matter how he's feeling, if he thinks he can talk to you or not, he'll always come home to you. and even if you doubt his commitment sometimes, he knows that you're home to him and he'll do anything to keep it that way.

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the way i loved you, enchanted, daylight, afterglow, how you get the girl, treacherous, sparks fly, so it goes...

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[crazy56u]

Computer's finally up and running again, so now I get to spend half an hour translating my notes into what might wind up being two text posts due to Tumblr's character limit that I only just now learned was a thing!

In case you forgot, last week, Ziggy got outed as the antagonist, and Ben got knifed.

And already, we're on the Plane Ride from Hell.

Bold move talking about Evil Ziggy while inside the fucking Project.

The leap is going to rely on Google. Ben is fucked.

Not liking that ominous shot of Ian...

Fuck this Grenadine Fucker.

Ben, slap this child already.

Calling it now: Grandma Zelda dies on this flight.

I've never been in an upper floor plane before, but this First Class cabin checks out.

Hey, Ben, maybe don't remind Addison how you almost died last week?

If the handlink is on a "separate system", then Ziggy ain't offline...

Plot Twist: DB Cooper caused the plane crash somehow...

The fucking elevator music...

"Ben, stop being fucking snippy with my, we got a plane crash to stop."

"I hope you choke." If Addison just jinxed the pilot...

Yeah, fuck you, pilot, Ben has Future Google!

Plot twist: Ben has to land the plane.

"What do I do?" "Get back to work! (leaves)"

Oh God, not him again.

I hope Cory dies.

Yeah, I get the Surgeon General exists in the 1970s, but unfortunately, Joe Camel still has his stranglehold on America.

"Why didn't you ask [Leslie] for help?" "Well, I got knifed."

Who the fuck names their kid "Jim Gently"?

Reddit as a plot point, dear God.

AND HE'S CHOKING, GOOD ONE ADDISON

Double murder? Definitely DB Cooper.

Like I always say: Coffee is poison.

I love how Addison is getting pissed over Ben refusing to make friends.

I will laugh if it turns out Holly is innocent.

Calling it: Cory is the hijacker.

Pills and burbon, he knows how to party.

Ian is going to go rogue at this rate.

"It's not just about Ziggy-" Correct, it's about averting a plane crash, chop chop.

Ben, punch Cory already.

Ah, Cory has no friends, and he finally has a purpose!

...okay, that made me laugh. Get fucked, everyone, Ben was in the right for not trusting Leslie!

Well, things has turned slightly...

So, Cory technically caused this.

Maybe they crashed the plane to kill Cory?

Ben has to "Air Force One" this shit.

Holly, now's not the time to be mad at Ben.

How is this working?

"I hope for the best for your granddaughter, ma'am. (stands) SHE HAS HEALTH ISSUES!"

SPLASH!

"Here, have a gun."

"It's all because of me, isn't it?" Yes.

Oh, fuck, Cory was meant to be the Ben analogue this week.

And Bootleg Abe Vigoda to the rescue!

RIOT!

How did Abe Vigoda's clone not die from that?

Ben is becoming Walter White.

"Ben, fucking make friends already!"

You can tell Addison will never live down her misjuding Leslie as being a friend...

Ben's phoning this in, I see. (ba dum tish)

Night night!

"Cory, you can land this, right?" They are fucked.

"We got five minutes until this plane crashes!" Bet.

Cory, tick tock, choke down that fear of fucking up for once in your fucking life!

BTW, two minutes passed by my estimate.

And Ian finally gets to talk to Ben in the Imaging Chamber!

Ah, Ian patched the Imaging Chamber software, quick and easy handwave.

"Look, I know we have to land this plane, but let's rant about lore!"

DO YOU GET THE MORAL YET?!

My guess is that we aren't being shown Cory fix shit because he's violently crying all the while.

About as clean of a land as when the Foo Fighters did. 5/5

And right on cue, Sleepy Joe wakes up.

And Ben dips once more into the blue.

Lois gets to meet Nixon, oh dear God...

Way to kill the mood, Addison.

Oh, goody, we once again are flying blind.

And Ben is in... the future?

...wait, why is-

"Snowing in LA." ""Nuclear winter..."

...

...did Ziggy fucking nuke the Project?!

[Alrighty then, Addison got shot, that was my theory about why Ben had to save her, so, well, check that box off...]

Okay, next week is going to go hog-fucking-wild it seems. NBC, I know you already renewed the show, but announce Season 3 already.

[hyogonokitsune]

haikyuu boys as things my fwb has said to me, part 2

atsumu

I may or may not have slightly edited my tinder photos to make my ass look fatter

I hate having manners

I’m gonna kill myself I just found a tick in doomah. doomah? do mah nuts fit in your mouth 😎

is it weird for me to be obsessed with how big all my friends’ dicks are? whatever

oh, I’m kinda surprised you didn’t smack my ass just now. did you want me to? yeah 😔

oikawa

I just... really wanna get pegged

why didn’t you tell me my lips were so chapped?? I look disgusting

happy pride month, my bisexual queen. although I think you should be wishing me a happy pride, because I’ve recently developed crushes on some UFC fighters and it’s making me question some things

I hear that cum is a good skin soother

I’m only obsessed with select men’s penises

kuroo

only bad bitches have IUDs 😤

look at how small my dick is when it’s soft. just a teeny lil winkie

your coochie is immaculate

a clown must always ride around in his or her clown car, metaphorically, physically, and emotionally

I almost got into an accident the other day. I was, uhh, playing chess on my phone on the highway

I vacillate between a lovable moron and a hyper intelligent troll

suna

*shares positive feedback I got from a professor* that means he wants to stuff you

my friend paid me $50 to do shrooms with him, so that’s why I’m tripping at the gym right now

I’ll pay for us to go mini golfing, and then I’ll take you out for dinner but I’m just gonna pay for my own meal :)

I might have become like a low key drug dealer. just a little bit

middle parts are 💯

osamu

*sends him a picture of a cake I made* that looks BUSSIN

I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little bitter that all these ticks are crawling on me and none of them are on you

those trees that smell like cum are blooming again

I wanted to kiss you just now, but I have Taki breath

do you think it would be disrespectful to bring some snacks with us on this walk through a cemetery?

do you remember that park we were in last night? apparently they found a body there a few weeks ago. whatever

bokuto

how soon is too soon to piss in front of someone in the woods?

the neck is one of the body’s androgynous zones. you mean erogenous zones? yeah that’s what I said

*gets not one, but two bowling balls stuck in the gutter*

sorry I can’t hug you for too long, I might get a boner and we’re in public

kita

come here, let’s enjoy the transient beauty of nature together

are you feeling touch starved? you want a hug?

I’m sorry you had a bad day queen 😔

he needs some goat milk to straighten him out, show him some discipline

sakusa

this is the most disgusting city on the planet, god bless 🙏🏼

god damn, my skin is absolutely glowing today

you’re my favorite little whore

hinata

what’s your wifi password? uhh, BingusBingus

hey can I give you a penny? just so I can say I’ve paid someone for sex

it’s easier for guys to pee wherever they want, but pooping is the great equalizer

I did not shit in those woods. I shat in some other woods

I’m smarter than the average pill bug

iwaizumi

is it homophobic of me to not let you win at bowling?

you sometimes speak like abe lincoln

do I pick friends based on if they are attractive? sometimes

tanaka

I just farted outside of my friend’s house and sent it to him as an audio clip to antagonize him

I just pissed for 55 seconds, who wants to try and beat my record?

god gave me a dick and balls so I could helicopter them at my nemesis's funeral

I’d let you do literally whatever you wanted to me. that made my balls happy reading that

I don’t get the hot boy attention I deserve from enough women

kenma

you listen to music while you go on walks, I listen to podcasts on bloodborne lore while I go to the gym using my stolen membership, we are not the same

quarantine did irreparable damage to my brain

*sends a picture of him holding a frying pan over his sleeping friend’s head* I’m about to tom & jerry this bitch

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[famderfries]

here it is: my full page of ‘who killed markiplier’ notes !! i am going to watch the explaination stream eventually but for now ill just reference the wiki

AHHH OK OK I KNOW YOU SAID U CHECKED THE WIKI BUT IM GONNA SAY IT HERE ANYWAY.

1. Damien and Celine are twins, Celine is older.

2. The detective really said "Each of my partners have died, each one more tragic than the last. some in hilarious ways. youre my partner now lol" like u were GOING TO DIE

3. Celine throws you under the bus at the end of WKM. Damien is not aware you will be left behind, only that he trusts celine. you are not darkiplier. celine and damien are darkiplier (but celine is asleep. not dead. asleep)

3.5. In the split second in WKM where you reach for Damien's cane and you see the hand change from yours to dark's, THAT is when "Damien" takes place. When Dark looks up, the mirror shatters, and you are stuck in the mirror. and the mirror is your device's screen.

4. Abe is very gay. i love him. no lore here just homos

5. The Actor (Evil guy in the red robe) grew up with Will, Damien, and probably Celine. Celine had an affair with Will who had worked and lived with Actor at some point. Also the house is alive

6. the house is not like the rest of the world. The house, somehow, put in The Actor's mind that Celine leaving was her fault. Will's fault. Damien's fault, he should have stopped them. Anything that happened was Celines fault. Wills fault. At some point after Celine left him, he tried to take his own life by stabbing. and he woke up, presumably in the same place you wake up to find damien and celine. and because "Death does not mean the same thing (in the house)", he is still alive. he tries again. and again. and experiments. and he lives

So he meets with Will late at night, loads a gun, and gets him drunk. he shoots at him, and misses on purpose, telling will to do the same. Will shoots and hits him (the wine bottle also breaks at this point). The Actor dies, and waits in the "Upside Down" (what Mark calls the death area where damien and celine are), until Celine pushes too far, gets possessed, and somehow, She and Damien both end up in the Upside Down. The actor takes damiens body and leaves the house.

7. the scene with the Party foreshadows the entire thing. i dont remember exactly, but Damien does a keg stand and is stuck upside down, Everyone starts pointing fingers and no one is correct, the detective has a gun i think? and also damien is the only person who tries to help.

8. The house is just Marks Mind. Characters are only allowed to be what they have been writen. hence why Abe is such a stereotypical detective, with all the clichés, but as soon as hes pressed on details, he blanks. Wilford has had this realisation a long time ago, when he asks abe for the answers, hes not teasing him, hes trying to figure out where Abes mind is at. Wilford has known for a long time that the universe they live in doesn't make sense because hes lived in the house before. When time freezes and the frame changes colour and youre able to move around??? THAT how Will has been appearing out of no where.

9. At the end of "Damien", there is a sweeping shot of all the trees he's cut down. He cuts down 1 tree a day.

10. the explanation stream IS 11 hours long, but the actual explanation is like 4, theres time stamps in the comments somewhere.

11. no lore only homos part 2 but the homo is me. Damien <3

Uhhh not sure if thats it but i might add more later!! i am taking questions 😍😍

[ordinaryschmuck]

Hey, dumbass. This is for @dark-crowsong

@dark-crowsong suggested:

A suggestion for Drabble Hiatus: what if Luz, Eda, and King encounter a group of wild witches, a closed off communities, that are hidden from the Emperor Coven. Luz show them glyphs and they teach her of their culture and true meaning of wild witches in return. P.S. This is something that I wish the show could've explore more about them if it's wasn't cancelled and due to @cottoncandysprite wishing more wild witches lore and how Luz and Eda react a community of wild witches.

(Context: I accidentally posted the last drabble with the one that @dark-crowsong suggested. To be fair, I write these between 10-11 PM, and when I was finishing the latest drabble, it was already 11:15 PM. By the time I went to schedule it for 8 AM, my brain was so exhausted that I answered the wrong ask. And trust me when I say that was a VERY rude awakening that I was not prepared for.)

(@dark-crowsong, I am so sorry, and I hope this story more than makes up for the mistake.)

A Haven of Hope

"Then, you add an extra two lines to this one, draw a circle, and..." Luz tapped her finished spell glyph, making a ball of light form from her paper and float up, astonishing the group of witches before her. "Pretty cool, right?"

"Totally cool!" one witch exclaimed.

"How did you learn to do that?" another asked.

"Well, that part is a little tricky to explain..."

And as Luz went on about a story involving ab owl beast and human technology, Eda watched on from her spot a few feet away, grinning like mad. She looked around the cavern around her. It was ginormous with these glowing blue and yellow crystals protruding from the stalactites, giving off light that shined down upon these two dozen man-made shelters. Shelters that held more than two dozen witches of varying ages, all of them running around and doing a mix of magical spells. Where one combined abomination magic with construction to build a house, while another used both beast keeping and plants to work on a farming area.

"Impressive set up you got here," she admitted.

"Thanks," Raine said as they stepped next to her. "I figured me and the BATs needed a place to hide these wild witches and, well, why not set up a little hideout?"

"This is less of a hideout and more of a community. How long have you had this little operation?"

"Well, I started it with the first set of wild witches I saved," Raine explained, "It was a whole caravan of them and, like, we couldn't just hide them out in the woods or a farmhouse. Then, one of them said that they'd found this set of caves that not many people know about. We agreed that they all camp out here for a few nights, but I guess nights turned into years for all of them."

"And you just kept on sending more here each time you saved a wild witch?"

"Oh, all of these people aren't just because of me. Apparently, some of them go out and recruit more wild witches, telling them that this is a safe haven for all of them."

"And safe is right," Eda looked around some more and gave the sights a whistle. "It might take Belos decades to figure out this place."

"That's the plan," Raine grinned.

"Eda!"

Much to both witches' startlement, King scampered up to them, eyes pleading.

"These kids are making fun of me with an insulting illusion spell!" he whined, "Go and beat up for me!"

"What's the spell?"

"A version of me running around and saying I'm the king of wusses."

Eda held back a snort.

"They're just dumb kids, King," she said, "Just ignore them."

"But--"

"Tell you what: We'll tell the kids' parents. If that won't make them wet their pants in fear, then I'll beat them up."

"Yes!" King cheered, "Retribution!"

Eda chuckled as she scooped King up into her arms.

"Sorry," she apologized to Raine, "Duty calls."

"No problem," Raine grinned, "You go do your thing, Mother Hen."

"I'm not a--"

"Eda!" King whined further.

"Alright, alright...You know," Eda looked to Raine again, "I really do love all of this. It...kind of makes me hope that this could be what the future of the Boiling Isles could look like one day."

Eda didn't say anything more, choosing instead to walk away to find the parents of the kids that messed with her baby boy. As for Raine, they stood where they were and smiled at the thriving community. It wasn't perfect, as it was a community forced to live underground. But it was still a place where people were alive and, most of all, where they were happy.

"Yeah, I hope so too," Raine said to nobody.

[insanityconflict]

WELCOME TO NEVADA

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[minghaocouture]

Fearless Chapter 1

Pairing: Werewolf!Jeon Wonwoo x Vampire!Reader Genre: Romance, Action, Fantasy, Non-Idol AU Warning: Language, mild mentions of non sexual nudity Rating: T WC: 2.8K AU Lore:  Vampire Coven Info/Wolf Pack Info/Lore Info

Chapter List: Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10/Chapter 11/Chapter 12/Chapter 13/Chapter 14

***

“[Y/N] If you sleep any later you’re gonna be late for your shift.” You groaned hearing the familiar voice of your Coven sister, Siyeon. She was always such an early riser. You’d think after a few decades you would be used to it. 

Surprise, surprise, you aren’t. So you simply roll over on your bed and cover your head with your pillow.

“Go bother Yuna, I’m not in the mood Yeonie.” Being the eldest of the female in the Coven, Siyeon had a tendency to mother you all. Despite everyone being almost a century old at this point. The only exception being little Hyunjin who had just been turned a few months ago. The coven life wasn’t the easiest but it was definitely better than being a stray.

You heard a scoff from Siyeon as she continued getting ready for her patrol. “Fine, let Minghao find out you’re sleeping in again. See if I care.” Now that was playing dirty. Minghao was easily the strictest out of the 4 Coven leaders, even without being considered Primus or Venture. He also scared the living daylights out of you. While some members of the clan could walk around mostly silent, usually your ears are good enough to hear them coming. Minghao was a whole different beast, you would never know he was in a room unless he announced his presence. 

With a groan, you threw your legs out from your blanket and onto the wood paneling bellow. You could almost feel Siyeon’s smug smirk as she heard your movement. With a heavy hand you reached up in an attempt to at least sort of get your hair into some semblance of order. Trekking over to your wardrobe and pulling out a good set for your patrol tonight. Patrols weren’t exactly fun, especially with that Stray that’s been wandering around town and the Wolf Pack. Though the Pack had been a problem for months, and by this point you just wanted them to go away so the Patrols would lighten a bit. It’s not like any of you could control what they did during the daytime, it surprised you that those mutts didn’t use that weakness to their advantage. You honestly didn’t know why Soonyoung didn’t just run them out of town, sure your numbers were even but a Vampire was worth at least three of those mongrels. 

“Make sure you’re careful out there tonight. Chan said that they were a bit more active last night.” The warning definitely didn’t fall on deaf ears, the Full Moon was drawing near. They were probably planning something big for that night. Rolling your eyes as you slipped your shirt on, you then turned towards your roommate. 

“You should be telling that to Kevin, not me. He keeps trying to talk to them.” You retorted, returning to your bed so you could pull on your boots before going down to check in with Jun. Being Primus, Jun was generally the one who would let you know your Patrols if Soonyoung was busy. Now Soonyoung wasn’t always busy, but he was usually pretty damn hard to find. With his unending high energy it was always like trying to catch smoke just to have a solid conversation with the Venture. In contrast, Jun was always at the bar and was generally just easier to find. 

Siyeon groaned at your words, and you heard a bit of muttering from the elder female before she stalked out of the room, not bothering to say goodbye. Well, looks like Kevin was gonna get into some big trouble today...oops.

For a minute you just sat on your bed, just kind of debating about staying there and hiding out for the day. Previously, Patrol just consisted of walking around for an hour or so before someone came to tap you out but now, patrols were partnered and could last all night. It had been like this for a few months, ever since the Wolf Pack moved into the woods on the Northern side of town. Sure members of the Fae courts had lived in the area before, and they were troublesome and tricky but they had their own territories on another plane so they would flitter in and out like...well like you would expect of a Faerie. The Wolves, on the other hand, seemed to be hell bent on driving your Coven out. 

Groaning you stood once again and made your way downstairs to the bar. Jun, Keonhee and the new girl (you couldn’t exactly remember her name) seemed to be setting up for the night since there was at least another 30 minutes until open. Keonhee practically beamed at you, waving when he noticed you. He was such a sweetheart, definitely a contrast to the darker interior of the bar with its harsh flashing lights and bass heavy music. You couldn’t stop the small smile from creeping its way onto your face as you waved back. Keonhee nudged the girl, so she would greet you. Her eyes seemed to pierce you like ice, which...to be fair was very fitting as she was of the Winter Court. Her face didn’t bother to change from its neutral and almost irritated look that it always seemed to have, she simply nodded in your direction before continuing with her work. 

“[Y/N]! Good Morning!” Jun greeted, traveling to meet you at the end of the bar. You noticed him patting the female on the shoulder as he passed, as if telling her she did a good job for just meeting your eyes. He was always soft on newbies at the bar. You watched the female tense a bit when his hand touched her, but when the pressure left her you noticed her eyes follow him down the bar.

“So where am I headed tonight?” You questioned, plopping yourself onto the nearest bar stool as Jun reached under the bar and passed you a blood bag. He pouted at your words, seeing him like this you never would have guessed that he was over a thousand years old. The only one who was as bad as him was Minhyuk, maybe that’s what being alive for over a millennia does to you? He didn’t seem a day over 5, or at least in the way he acted. You waited for him to start as you popped a straw into the bag.

“You never come talk to me unless you need your patrol.” He whined, crossing his arms over his chest and only further proving your earlier thought about him acting like a child. You didn’t respond to his whining and simply continued to sip on your blood, AB positive today, not your favorite but at least it wasn’t B negative. You’d have to check when the next Blood Night was, this bagged shit just never really cut it. The Primus continued to pout but spoke again. “You’re with Yuna tonight. The two of you will be going to the Northern residential area near the forests, you’re the closest to the Pack tonight so be careful. I wanted to send another with you but we just didn’t have enough manpower tonight.”

“With people getting nights off so we are all good for the Full Moon, yeah yeah I get it. Yunnie and I got this.” She’d probably complain if she heard the two of you calling her Yuna, for some reason her and Eunbi wanted to go by code names. Saying they didn’t want the wolves to hear their real name or something, just in case they knew any nearby witches. A name was a powerful weapon of course but like...Wolves being smart enough to use them as such was a stupid thought. You thought they were vastly over estimating the brain power of the wolves.

You passed the now empty bag back to Jun for him to get rid of. “Thanks for the snack Jun. We’ll be back before sunrise.”

***

“Wonwoo-Hyung, you coming out for a run with us?” Glancing over the top of his book, connecting eyes with his Pack brother Jacob. It was just a few days before the Full Moon so everyone in the house was on edge, needing to be out in the woods. Wonwoo was no exception to this. Sure he wished he could just sit at home and read his new book, his wolf wanted to go with his brother. 

Sighing, he picked up his book mark and slid in between the pages of his novel. “Who all is going out tonight?” He questioned, while Wonwoo knew they couldn’t just hide inside he also knew that the Vampires were more on edge the closer the Full Moon got. Those Blood Suckers were ridiculous, did they really think that their little ‘patrols’ were actually doing anything? It was just irritating at this point. Even Seungcheol had had enough of them. The Full Moon this month was going to be the turning point for their rivalry, hopefully with this push they would be able to send the Vampires running and then they wouldn’t have to deal with them sticking their nose into everyone;s business. 

Jacob almost beamed at Wonwoo, if he had been in his wolf shape his tail would definitely have been wagging. “It’s gonna be me, Changbin, Felix and Yubin. Hyunwoo-Hyung was going to come too, but he and Hoseok-Hyung are going to try and sneak into that bar again.” Because of course they were. Hoseok was almost obsessed with trying to get into that bar the Vampires ran. He was convinced that if they could get in then they could have the upper hand, Hyunwoo was probably only going so that Hoseok didn’t get ganged up on.

Wonwoo definitely wasn’t going to complain about going on a run, but he just wished he hadn’t gotten to such a good part in his book. Setting the novel down on the coffee table, the elder wolf stood and stretched. “Well we better get going before it gets too late. Felix and Changbin have classes tomorrow.” Personally Wonwoo didn’t care too much if the younger ones skipped their college classes, he had done it back when he had been in college (of course that had been back in the 30s, and it was a different time back then) but Seungcheol wanted to make sure the younger ones were getting a good education before they really had people start to question their ages. 

Being stuck looking 20 definitely had its perks but the drawbacks were pretty extreme, especially when you were 92 and stuck looking like you’re 20. He’d had conversations humans younger than him, but acted like he was just a dumb kid. It was beyond annoying. 

Jacob’s cheer brought Wonwoo out of his thoughts, the younger boy dashing to go let the others know they could go running. With that energy, no one would have ever guess that Jacob was a 54 year old man. Wonwoo simply shook his head before making his way outside, taking off his current outfit and setting it onto the bench outside the cabin. As the door opened again he waved to greet Yubin, not bothering to cover himself before he shifted into his Wolf form. 

Yubin had been with the pack for a good 10 years, and the pack had all seen each other in various states of undress. At this point they were all desensitised towards it, at least when it came to members of the pack. The only ones who were still shy about the whole coed pack arrangement were the pups, Felix, Changbin, and Vernon. Felix being the worst, being the runt of the pack and had only just turned 20. He was still shy and would usually wait inside the house until the girls had shifted and he would always shift on the other side of the house when any of the females were with them. Wonwoo had to admit it was kind of cute, and reminded him of when Sojung had first joined. 

No one had really known how to treat Sojung, but they could feel the pack bond with her and knew she was one of theirs. It was strange for a few years, up until they had found Sana. Now the presence of the women was just normal, at least for the elder members of the pack. 

Yubin was followed out by Jacob and Changbin, Felix still inside obviously waiting for Yubin to go off. Yubin, knowing this, disrobed quickly and wasted no time shifting. She stalked over to stand near Wonwoo but kept her back towards the house so that Felix would be comfortable enough to come outside. Which he did in fact, practically bolted outside to join his pack siblings in shifting. 

The run started out fairly regularly, The young ones, Felix and Changbin would race off ahead of the pack while Wonwoo would tell them to stick close to the middle with Jacob, and Yubin kept her spot at the back to keep an eye on their rear. Wonwoo loved the feeling of the wind in his fur and the snow beneath his paws as they ran, it was always such a freeing feeling. He heard a few yelps from the pups as they play fought at the front of the group, and he let out the closest a wolf could give to a chuckle. After a good 30 minutes they stopped for a second near the edge of the forest. Wonwoo and Yubin sat just getting a good look up at the moon, why Jacob oversaw a match between Felix and Changbin. It was moments like this that Wonwoo lived for, just the peaceful moments with his family. 

The moment was broken when he heard Yubin begin to growl, casting his eyes away from the moon followed her line of sight and noticed what caused her sudden reaction. With a quick signal to the boys, he quickly got in position to fight just in case the Vampires attacked.

The smaller female looked a bit more on edge while her companion simply looked irritated, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her leather jacket.

“I thought we told you mutts to stay away from this side of town.” She called out, making sure to keep a distance from the quintet of wolves. Wonwoo simply growled in response, This caused the female to roll he eyes, “Oh i forgot, you can’t talk like this. Must be hard. At least I can have access to my abilities all at once. I don’t have to pick and choose like you.” She taunted, almost like she was trying to edge them on. This seemed to make the smaller woman a bit concerned. She grabbed onto her companion’s arm before speaking towards her, but her eyes never left the wolves.

“Unnie, they’re still in the forest. Hoshi would be upset if we provoked them.” This only caused the female to roll her eyes once more, and mutter something about stupid code names. But this did seem to cause the woman to take a step back. 

“Oh come off it Yun-...Yuju. They’re just dumb dogs.” Her words caused Changbin to growl at her, him being a bit more sensitive to the insults. This just caused the Vampire to bare her fangs towards him “If you wanna fight mutt, then come on. No one’s stopping you.” The Yuju girl took a step away from her companion, who seemed prepared for any fight that might come.

As Changbin was just about to take the bait and rush her, Wonwoo positioned himself in front of the younger wolf. His dark brown gaze focused on the female. Something felt off in him as he watched her, but he couldn’t focus on that. Right now his Pack was what he needed to be concerned with. His interruption caused a whine to escape from Changbin, who was obviously willing to fight her. Wonwoo didn’t move though, he simply gestured for Yubin to take the lead in heading back to the house. She complied but gave one last glare towards their antagonists. She was followed by Felix, who hated fighting and wanted to get away as quickly as he could. Jacob gently nipped the back of Changbin’s neck to force him to follow him. Wonwoo waited until the four were far enough away from the two females before he began backing into the forest, not letting his eyes leave the two. As he did, the more aggressive of the duo waved. 

“Bye bye puppies! Don’t go out and get rabies, it’d be a shame to have to put you down.” Obvious sarcasm lacing her voice. While Wonwoo was grateful to be getting away from the female, a part of him wanted to go back if only just to be around her. Which was definitely a strange feeling, but nothing too concerning.

[prettyallfriends]

Pretty Rhythm: My☆Deco Rainbow Wedding Chapter 9+10 English Translation

(Chapter 10 kind of counts as Rainbow Live lore. Kind of.)

Chapter 9: Hye-in Appears! Lessons Are Meant to be Hard~

Mia: Hm… I’ve been thinking in circles about Rinne… Rivals, huh…?

??? (Hye-in): Mia!!!

Mia: Huh? That voice is…

??? (Hye-in): It’s been a while, huh? How’ve you been, Mia?

Mia: Hye-in!!! What are you doing here!?

Hye-in: I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t tell you I was coming here!

Mia: Well, it worked! I’ve missed you so much!!!

Hye-in: I missed you too. Hm? Who’s this?

Mia: Oh, this is Player. She’s Pretty Top’s new member~!

Hye-in: Nice to meet you, Player. I’m Hye-in, I’m in Japan on the Prism exchange programme.

Mia: Hye-in is my best friend… and my number 1 rival! Hm… rival…?

Hye-in: What’s wrong, Mia? Is something bothering you?

Mia: Yeah… So, there’s this girl named Rinne, right?...

Hye-in: Oh, I know her! She’s the newbie star that everyone’s been talking about, yeah? Wait, Player, you’re not…

Mia: Yup, Player’s the prism star who Rinne called her rival.

Hye-in: I see… Hey, Player, what do you think about Rinne?

Choice: I want to get to know her better / I want to beat her!

Hye-in: Well, wanting to beat your rival is an important feeling to have! But a rival is also really nice to have. Though, saying that, I’m not exactly an expert on rivalries. Having a rival can be worrying sometimes, too… Basically, what you need right now are lessons!!!

Mia: Lessons? Um, why???

Hye-in: Lessons won’t lie to you. If you do a lot of practise, you’ll also build confidence… So no matter what stage you stand on, you’ll be able to stay grounded! If you do that then your feelings of wanting to beat Rinne might change the next time you guys compete.

Mia: Oh, I get it! Yeah, that makes sense.

Hye-in: Okay! Let’s do a lesson together!!!

Mia: Agh-! Watch your back, Player! Hye-in’s a demon during lessons! She gets these crazy smiles during super hard lessons! Eep!!!

Hye-in: Hahaha! Yeah, because they’re fun! Do your best, Player!

(YO IT’S CHEKI LOVE WHOOP!!!)

Mia: Are you okay…? You’re still alive, right!? Phew… you were able to survive Hye-in’s special hard lesson. Exemplary!

Hye-in: Haaah~ You’ve worked up a nice sweat, is it refreshing? Good. Isn’t it fun to work hard with someone else? There are times when you can’t do your best alone and you need someone else. In that case, it’s great to have someone you care about who has the same goal as you. That’s why having a rival is amazing! Mia and I compete in a lot of prism shows, and regardless of whether I win or lose… I end up liking Mia even more than I had before!

Mia: That’s it! I forgot about the most important part of having a rival. Hye-in and I are both best friends and rivals!!!

Hye-in: Exactly. Player, if you’re interested in Rinne, don’t be afraid to clash heads with her!

Mia: While Rinne can use the power of the coords to change her personality, she hasn’t revealed her true power yet. But you have the power of My☆Deco! If you work hard and improve that power, you’ll definitely be able to beat Rinne when you stand on the same stage!

Hye-in: If you both use all of your power, you’ll be able to really enjoy the stage!

Mia: Exactly! Player, you’re probably the only one that can help Rinne with the sad feelings she’s holding in her heart. Alright, let’s do our best and aim for the Rainbow Cup!

Hye-in: I’ll support you too! Why not go for another lesson? 

Mia: HUUUH!? Another lesson??? You JUST had one…

Hye-in: You should come with us, Mia! We can start off with 3,000 ab crunches!

Mia: NOOOO!!! Hye-in, you’re a Spartan!!!

Chapter 10: Who Will Get the Silver Spiral Dress?

Hye-in: Hi, Player! I expected to see you here. I’m entering the Silver Spiral Cup too! I haven’t been in a competition in ages, so I’m looking forward to it! How about you? Are you confident about the competition?

Choice: I’m not gonna lose to you! / I’m actually pretty nervous…

Hye-in: Ooh! You’re brimming with confidence~ I’m gonna kick your ass though! Hard work doesn’t lie, after all! We did a lot of lessons together, so if we perform shows we can be proud of, we’ll definitely be able to perform amazing prism jumps! ...Well, I’m actually feeling pretty pressured… I was super super super nervous last night, but I did 3,000 crunches to regain my confidence, and I slept like a log! Lessons really are the best~ Hahaha! ...Hm? What’s up?

Choice: I like how you’re such a hard worker! / I think we did too many lessons…

Hye-in: Wow, thank you! I love that part of you too, Player! Make sure to believe in the lessons you’ve done up until now. Believe in yourself and do your best! Speaking of which, there sure are a lot of entrants. The winner gets a charm that’ll let them make the Silver Spiral Dress! You wanna use it in My☆Deco, right? It’s written all over you face. Alright! Let’s both do our best! ...Hm? Look over there!

Rinne: …

Hye-in: That’s Rinne, right? She must’ve come to see your show! You have to show her a great show! Do your best, Player!

(Prism show)

Hye-in: They’re finally announcing the results… Ahh, I’m too nervous! The winner is… It’s you, Player!!! Amazing! You’ve won two Spiral Cups in a row! ...Which means that I lost, waaah… Still, I know that you worked harder than anyone else here! I’m gonna do more and more lessons, so next time I won’t let you beat me! Congrats, Player! Ah, you got the Silver Spiral Dress’s charm! Ooh, it’s gorgeous… hm?

Rinne: Congratulations, Player…

Hye-in: You’re Rinne, right? Did you also enter?

Picock: Rinne has no reason to take part in the Spiral Cup.

Rinne: Picock…

Picock: Rinne need not acquire the Spiral Dresses. She already possesses the Seventh Coord Dress. 

Hye-in: Seventh Coord Dress??? I’ve never heard of that before…

Picock: This is unallowed! We have been chatting for too long! Rinne, we must go.

Rinne: Your show today was wonderful, Player… Bye bye.

Hye-in: She’s gorgeous, and her aura’s amazing, but she has kinda sad eyes, huh? Yet she went out of her way to see your show… You two really are rivals, huh? She has really high expectations for you! You two have a really nice dynamic, in my opinion! Anyways, now that you’ve gotten the Silver Spiral Dress, next is gold. Do your best in the Gold Spiral Cup too! Speaking of dresses… what is the Seventh Coord Dress? What kind of dress do you think it is?

(Hye-in said ‘daisuki’ to Player... AKA ME!!! I’m hoping So-min says she loves me too)

[revelaare]

Shit said in the Crimson Discord & VC, taken out of context part 2, (the sequel)

Big NSFW warning, probably

his meat slid off and then slid right back on

[PRONOUN] can punch me in my uterus and make a hammock out of my ovaries

it’s one of the worst fucking things i’ve ever heard, and i’ve heard someone literally shit their pants

they tagged me and my ass clenched

this man just said “I want to eat ur ass and then kiss you” ok buddy

a man with a plan

my grandpa is texting his hoes from his flip phone

god my lawyer was a hit but idk if she will be the chosen one or not

hello give me your toenails

i'll touch you in a non-weird way

he was in that movie with the people, he was the human.

i want her to brush my hair

If we have dick glasses they have to be of the highest quality for the best experience

i don't wanna watch that white nonsense

i would throat him like a fine wine

these millenials can't live without ac? back in my day we lived on the sun

yall better put those goats on a wheel, tell them to start running

he looks like a bitch

yes or no, u wud punch the light bulb out of thomas edisons wrinkly pruned hand and asked him if he believed in god

still has skin and a working body

i needed to wait until my voice changes

you thought i was snacking on joe biden’s savory meat stick

barack guckin oglizzy, oguckma, barack osugma, Joe choden, OglchnnngggHHHYynnUUUnnghhma

why did i have a dream that i was taking the lid off my car

false gods require wine, real gods require coochiefice

fettucine wet ass pussy

that was all you sent me. the picture of a raccoon and then nothing

it isn’t hate, it is ‘continuously let down by’.

i never went to school who science

i’m gunna go peer pressure my mum into a shot

thank you for furthering my career at hot topic

i will suck the ingrown hair off of him

it has huge jackman in it

i chomped on this eggshell, got my calcium in for the day

i will take you to touch the mango

i want to see all the big things

[PRONOUN] has collar bones so deep you could hook a clothing hanger into it

no asscheeks in fucking family chat you animals

he will eat you alive and suck out your intestines like its a spaghetti noodle

[NAMES]’s Tiggle Biddie’s

dropped acid, cried the whole night.

my stomach is hooping and hollering, i’m about to eat some sleep

you want my throatsac ??

please dont know me as the toenail eater

you have to keep the skin on one side while you eat the other, thats basic mango physics

i mean he is some good sasuage

calm down dick Hannibal

respectfully, what the fuck is this

tbf i only eat my steaks where they need tampons

you committed acts of culinary terrorism

does your refrigerator whimper and cower in the corner when you approach it. that's your fridge trying to use echo location to locate a safe space

thundercuck

i almost met Jesus, I almost got an autograph. Almost got a greatest hits signed album.

respectfully, are you smoking fucking crack?

my left testicle could play better than you

i’ll eat him with ketchup

son of a biscuit eating bulldog!

now it’s back to me sucking, all is right in the world.

holy fuck weasels.

holy fuck, weasels!

why does the bad guy look like the Statue of Liberty?

this is a man that sometimes willingly dresses like a lumberjack

and me, being an emotional cripple, must make jokes about this.

hey my name is [NAME] i'm **definitely** who i say i am

[NAME OR PRONOUN] offered a back massage by calling it the “tickle thing”

i love a man who puts his parents in a nursing home.

my brain is going to take a hot shower

wait have u seen steve harvey's coochie

if it were me i would simply not be pregnant

look im not about to be out here saying i love [NAME OR PRONOUN] feet, but i am about to be out here saying that their feet are some of the nicest feet i've seen in a long time

i named my cloyster renesmee

[NAME] was texting me from the bathtub

you’re pregnant? That’s unfortunate.

do I say dumb shit? Perhaps. Do I take ownership? Perhaps.

i pay for things in blissful ignorance

i am an emotional vagrant

i am an emotional fragrance

to make a long motherfucking story short...

this enchilada tastes like asshole and sadness

you are not an ugly bitch, you’re just a bitch

that’s not a nut shot, buddy.

i’m sad because i sucked the meat off of this pumpkin spice latte

i want to make a blanket out of his eyebrows

what are you disgracing my Christian eyes for?

he be looking at that dick like why does it go so much to the left?

I want her to record an audio book for me so I can fall asleep listening to her voice.

Can I lick you like an ice cream cone? Asking for science.

like you're out to lunch with your bromie and you're eating some rubens or something and you wistfully look over the rim of your sunglasses and just: You ever buss 2 fast

my accent is flaccid

timotay chalamaymay’s sweet ass

on the bright side mcallister’s gave me 3 pickle spears. Almost enough to make a whole pickle.

you think they came from the same mommy pickle?

HIS DOODLE IS OUT

i thot that meant [NAME] wanted to...doodle his noodle

i don’t use commas, i don't respect u enough, fuck ur reading comprehension.

does australia have seasons

i want someone to embalm my body with mcdonalds sprite

his hermione grangina

purrrr my last email

its lore locked beneath 30 layers. u can only understand it if uve had a near death experience

LET'S GET FUCKY

i wanna have the heart of a stoner

his man titties look like little tattooed pillows

SWIGGITY SWOOTY COMIN FOR THAT BOOTY

there were no cheeks to shake. nothing to clap. no noise to be had from her literal slices of wonderbread

u ever just fuck around and ur tits fart

put a lil mint leaf on it for authenticity

alright brother god bless may u be fertile

i feel like im being advocated for something i shouldnt be advocating for

and i am adam with my fat pendulous balls lol

i’m making whuppie with whoopie godberg

theodore tits fart rex

yeah man do u also have the third toe on ur shoulder

the green spaghetti monster is coming for me and i can't blame him

today i learned starfish do not poop

that was nothing compared to some other things I saw

listen I'd willingly watch [NAME/PRONOUN] in a cell for 24 hours. Imagine that sounded less creepy

i'd lick a dirty flip flop off her abs

i’m tempted to show you all the gravity defining boobs, maybe tomorrow

my brain is on vacation

good morning! i ate breakfast and im ready to go to bed

tape the titty in

ive unironically had nightmares with [NAME] in them

the peanut in the auditory canal

so far this feel all comfortable, does this all make sense?

i know it's kind of a schlep to get through

nail polish or no nail polish for the shower?

and then he saw those big tt honkerz... and it all went down hill from there

can y’all stop chanting curses in the chat my furniture is stuck on the ceiling

EH?! CIAO? HELLO??

in Russia this is not ok 

i can’t buy pants here on Sunday either

IT'S LIKE TWELVE THOUSAND DOLLARS TO EAT ON A SOGGY PANCAKE

imagine me going up to [NAME/PRONOUN] and being like i love the way ur flesh smells

in a supermarket. The sickly blue light where humans congregate. Animal human masses. Nameless faces. Whole lives boiled into generalized categories like "asshole who definitely does need 4 boxes of cheerios". Yout hink and realize while stabding in line u didnt grab the bag of frozen peas...but its 2 late

its truly the only picture that gives me pure joy

are weasels real

my work mum just messaged me the phrase "use your booty call wisely" with no context

"let's bring u to the mustache chair"

If you’re not doing coke under the coke sign what is the point?

[radiojamming]

I feel like the low-hanging fruit of a prompt to give you is something around the canonical presence of the Franklin Expedition in TMA lore. Everchase fic?

[GRABS THAT FRUIT AND SCURRIES BACK UP MY TREE WITH IT BEFORE U CAN EVEN BLINK]

also i picked my 3rd favorite franklin expedition boy as the main dude here :3c and this isn’t terror-centric so much as it lines up with MAG 133!

- - -

Tom doesn’t understand what possesses the men he sails with. Some of them have such a want; such a craving and a desire that he cannot fathom, what with his simple daily tasks and basic training. He sees it, sometimes, when he’s tying off ropes or painting or tarring. He sees their hunger, spies it when they look out at where the sea is caked in ice, threatening the end of a cold summer. Out beyond the grey mountains and glaciers, the knife points of broken ice, the strange creatures, the dancing lights that curtain the stars, he knows they see the Northwest Passage. They see it so clearly that they’re blind to what’s in front of them now.

He sees a job. He sees chores and things that years in the Navy have taught him to do. 

Of course, he also wants things. Everyone does. Tom wants to make it through the expedition in one piece, whether it end in the Sandwich Islands or England if they have to turn tail. He wants to collect his double pay, count it out from his hands to his mother’s, and feel safe and warm again before the next set of sails and ropes entices him back to the sea. 

And once, he wanted adventure. He wouldn’t have had the thought to sign onto Erebus if there wasn’t some part of him that craved it. It didn’t capture his senses the way it does for some of the men, but there was a thrill that ran a gauntlet through his heart when he saw something truly strange, like the auroras or the twirled horns of narwhals peeking up through the ice. Sometimes, he would eagerly run down to the orlop after his watch ended and pen out a quick letter to his sisters, his brother, his mother, or his cousins—just hurried observations of the Arctic and how different it was from Gillingham. 

He wanted adventure. The past tense is deliberate and fierce. He wanted, because the only reason it was ever in the present tense at all is now buried under six feet of frozen gravel some two hundred miles north. If he must want something presently, he wants his brother back from the dead.

No, he doesn’t understand the men who seek the Passage like hounds on a scent. What’s the use of wanting something you’re not meant to have?

- - -

They freeze in for the second summer in a row. The sun kisses the horizon, pressing rosy lips to grey shale and pink ice—then draws back up into a powder blue sky to wink above them. 

That’s when people start to disappear.

First, it’s Sir John. He dies in June—or so Tom’s told. He apparently dies in the night, long after the dog watches take place. Captain Crozier tells the men that they’ll be burying Sir John right away, but Commander— no, Captain Fitzjames’ face is fixed peculiarly when the announcement is made. Dreadfully ill, Crozier tells them. He can’t be seen.

It doesn’t make sense. Many of the ABs echo the sentiment, but the mates and lieutenants are quick to quash their concerns. The burial is hasty, committing a simple wooden box to the gravel with only a large stone to mark the grave itself. This strikes Tom as stranger than all the Arctic’s oddest traits combined. His brother, a lowly able-bodied seaman, was afforded more decorum than Sir John Franklin. 

More disappear after that. Fairholme and Osmer apparently die on a hunting expedition. Aylmore, Goddard, and Kinnaird aren’t far behind, disappearing into that sun-soaked horizon with only whispers left behind. 

Reddington makes the oddest display before his disappearance; honestly, he’s the best hint to Tom that something very, very strange is happening. The night before he goes missing, he wakes half the ship up with a maniacal laugh, practically screaming in pure incoherence before Lieutenant Le Vesconte drags him into the Wardroom, presumably to calm him. Le Vesconte opens the door only once to ask for Captain Fitzjames and a glass of brandy before he shuts them both in and the screaming starts again. All Tom can catch is the howl of, “It’s there! It’s there! I’ve seen it!” before Fitzjames arrives.

The next morning, Reddington is gone. Fitzjames says he broke loose and ran off after the second dog watch, presumably having gone mad.

A few days later, Crozier says they’re going to abandon ship and begin a long walk south.

- - -

The craving begins in September, Tom thinks. 

If there even is such thing as September. 

In his mind, it’s The Craving, titled like a book. In this book, he thinks the plot would be about men so far gone in their hunger that all the humanity in them decays to nothing, leaving them crazed husks searching for the impossible. At this point, what with men falling into the stones and dying halfway through the descent, he feels they shouldn’t be like this. They should be tending their wounded and ill, making camp more often. But The Craving is in Crozier’s eyes, dragging them further and further towards… something.

Tom doesn’t think they’re looking for the Passage anymore.

He follows along, as he always has. Ever the seaman, now ever the AB, following orders from a boatswain with lips scarred from his whistle freezing to the flesh and tearing away. 

Then, The Craving gets carnal when their last food stores begin to dwindle. Tom barely notices, watching as if in a dream as the man who used to be Daniel Arthur cracks marrow out of a bone, greedily clawing it out of the hollows with his frostbitten fingers. He eats like an animal, and stops only when they begin to move again. 

Tom doesn’t eat with them. Every time he thinks of it, his mind plays some terrible trick. He thinks of John, entombed in ice and rock, emaciated and torn open like an animal was the one who pried his ribs from his body, and not a surgeon. He thinks of what John’s marrow would taste like, and imagines his brother watching him, eyes unfocused behind the mists of death, jaw unhinged in that silent scream of a corpse—judging him.

Tommy, he thinks John would say. Always stealing off my plate, huh?

He doesn’t eat. When the hunger saws at his stomach with iron teeth, he bites his hands, his lips, the wool from his coat, the copper-tasting metal of his buttons. He swallows snow until he vomits. 

And somehow, impossibly, he lives on.

- - -

There are no days.

No weeks.

No months.

Maybe years, but Tom’s stopped counting.

There are only steps, one after another. There are bloody footprints thousands of miles behind them. They abandoned the sledges back in the snow and gravel, leaving useless cargo and a trail of broken bodies. Men still die, but there seems to be no real reason why they do. Tom should have been dead… ten? Twenty? Fifty years ago? He can’t remember. All he knows is that he’s still walking, following behind Crozier and Fitzjames and a dwindling party of men still dressed for the Arctic weather.

They’re in a desert.

Surely they should have found the Passage by now? Tom thinks this as he sees a lizard scurry up a strange plant, spiked like a well-used pincushion. The sun bites his blistering flesh, scrapes its glowing teeth along the back of his neck. Still, he’s never felt the need to take off his slops. There’s something comforting about the What Was, after all.

Why is he here? He doesn’t Crave the way the others do. They always talk about the Passage. It’s over that hill, surely. It’s along this river. If we just walk over there, it will be within sight. He knows it won’t be. It never is.

So why does he walk?

Because you Want, something tells him. It’s a deep, odd thing set in his soul, prone to ring out when struck like a bell, reminding him that he Must Always Walk.

For what?

For the Wanting, it says. And what do you Want, Thomas Hartnell?

Somewhere beyond a flat-topped mountain the colour of blood and bile, he thinks about that question. What does he Want?

He wants his mother to kiss his forehead and tell him good night. He wants Charlie to take apart their father’s pocket watch and put it back together, just in time to proudly show it to Tom. He wants to hear Mary Ann sing old shanties while she kneads dough on Friday morning. He wants to sit at the base of an apple tree while Betsy throws down the fruit, giggling as she does so.

He wants John to come back from the dead.

He wants to go home.

And Home is over that next mountain, says The Craving. Tom looks up at another blood-red mountain, the winking sun pressing a kiss to the slant of its neck. Don’t you want to see it again? Gillingham? Kent? The River and the Sea?

Of course he does, but it isn’t—

Well, maybe it is.

So Tom Wants, and he Craves, and he Walks.

[idreamofplaid]

Sanctuary

Square Filled: Coming Untouched

Characters: Sam x Reader; Dean mentioned

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dirty Talk; Fingering

Summary: The reader has made a retreat for herself in the bunker, and she wants to share it with Sam.

Word Count: 2725

Created for @spnkinkbingo

A/N: This is my super late contribution to my In the Bunker Challenge.

The glow of the blue and violet light in the room seemed to settle inside you filling you with a sense of peace. It was exactly what you had envisioned. You had chosen everything for your meditation space with the utmost of care. This was your sanctuary within the bunker, a place away from monsters and threats that could end end the world. The books in here weren’t filled with lore; they were about aligning your chakras, energy healing, and aromatherapy.

With the last in mind, you were burning a lavender and chamomile oil to ease the stress from your body. You rose from the pillow where you had sat to center yourself and approached your altar. There was a honey incense there waiting in its holder. You struck a match and held it to the tip until it began to glow then blew on it gently leaving a small tendril of smoke rising from the end. You inhaled the fragrance with a feeling of contented expectation. The honey would bring sweetness to life.

Above your altar was a picture of Gaia, the benevolent and nurturing Mother Earth. You believed she must be out there since Sam and Dean had encountered nearly every other supernatural being in their years of hunting. Dean had been so sweet helping you set this place up. He hauled in everything from the giant roll of gray carpet that now covered the cold Men of Letters tile to the fountain that trickled with a soothing sound in the corner. He’d also helped you paint the walls just the right shade of turquoise saying he understood wanting to make a room yours, to have somewhere that was “you”.

Sam hadn’t seen it yet. You had asked him to meet you here when he was done with his shower. It would be a few minutes. Sam took long showers, a fact about which Dean teased him endlessly. “Man, you shower like a girl.” He did have all that gorgeous hair to shampoo, but he’d stopped shaving his body when your relationship had gotten to the place that you felt comfortable asking him to, and he felt comfortable letting you see how he naturally looked.

Gaining Sam’s trust and later his love was the best thing you had ever done to your way of thinking, except for loving him. Loving Sam was one of the things you were meant to do. You had absolutely no doubt about that. He carried such a heavy burden and had since the day you met him when Dean still bore the Mark of Cain. Sam had been determined to save his brother while battling memories of hell that haunted him along with the guilt he still felt about the demon blood, Ruby, and the things he’d done when he didn’t have a soul.

Sam deserved more than what life had given him, much more. The most recent blow was losing his mother for the second time. You understood his pain. It had been many years since you lost your own mother, and that kind of loss never went away. The emptiness it left inside you could, however, be filled eventually under the right circumstances. You had been lucky enough to find them.

Sam had shared his grief with you. In the quiet of the night and the early morning hours, alone with you in the room you shared, you’d held him while he cried. He cried for the little boy who had never known his mother. He cried for the man who didn’t have enough time with her. Some of his tears were for the brother who had always been there to take care of all Sam’s scrapes and bruises that later turned into stabs and slashes. Dean was still there to patch him up. His brother’s pain registered in Sam’s sensitive soul like he was feeling it himself.

Over these past few years, there had been times when Sam had put his head in your lap and quietly told you about his past. You’d combed your fingers through his long, soft hair and listened for as long as he wanted to talk. Then you would welcome him into your arms. Your kisses and the comfort of your body had replaced the hurt with a love that helped heal deeply embedded wounds.

It was your hope that this haven you had made for yourself in a rarely visited part of the bunker would provide a place of refuge for Sam too. You lit the candles on your altar, sat before it, and closed your eyes to wait for him. The sound of the running water filled the room with a pervading atmosphere of tranquility. You heard the sound of the door opening and then Sam’s voice behind you. “This place is incredible.”

He walked up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders. You turned to him and rose with a smile on your face. “Do you like it?” You took his hand in yours, and your lips met Sam’s as he bent down to kiss you. It always felt like everything in the universe aligned when you kissed him. The rightness of it couldn’t be denied no matter what else might be fucked up at any given moment. After the kiss was finished, you gently pulled on his hand you were still holding and brought him to the center of the room.

Sam sank to his knees next to you on the pillows there. It was just the two of you, alone in this beautiful room you had created. Your fingers skimmed lightly over his stomach through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. He closed his eyes, and you smiled again. Sam was always handsome, but when he was lost in the way your touch made him feel he was even more so.

You took hold of the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. A small sound of appreciation escaped your lips as you ran your hand over his chest through the patch of hair there. He looked down at you, his eyes the color of the sun streaming through the tree tops and the moss on the forest floor. There was a serenity in his eyes, a stillness and peace that you knew you brought to him.

You looked into his gorgeous eyes for several seconds before you kissed him. The taste of Sam covered your tongue as you pushed it into his mouth. Your fingers disappeared into his hair while you kissed him. By the time you pulled away, his breath was coming a little faster. You removed your own shirt exposing your breasts to his gaze.

He reached out and cupped one in his large hand. His thumb brushed over your nipple bringing it to a taut peak. Your head dropped back, and you closed your eyes enjoying the feel of him. When you lifted your head, you curled your fingers over his wrist and brought his hand to your mouth to lightly kiss his fingertips. Then you stood and slipped out of your yoga pants. Sam looked amazed like he’d never seen you naked before, his mouth falling open slightly.

You settled back down before him taking both his hands in yours. “I want to make you feel so good, Sam.” You leaned into him and kissed along his collarbone. His body relaxed, and he sighed into the kisses. You continued kissing over his chest and down the center of his stomach until you reached the waist band of his sleep pants. You started to ease them down over his hips. Sam helped you take them off, and you marveled at the man in front of you.

His body was firm everywhere, not chiseled the way it had once been but still muscular; and you knew what Sam could do with that body. His capacity for strength as well as extreme tenderness made him perfect in your eyes. His cock hung between his legs, long even before he was hard. You touched the velvety smooth shaft, and it twitched at the contact. Sam grew even bigger as you stroked him until he was rock hard, then you placed a single kiss on the tip before moving back to his mouth.

Against his lips you said, “You are everything I ever need, Sam Winchester.” Your hands moved down his back while you kissed him. When you got to the middle of his back, one hand stayed there while the other kept moving down to his ass. You squeezed one of his firm cheeks, and you felt his breath catch. His arms were around your waist, and he pulled you closer to him.

You kissed along his jawline to his ear. “Do you trust me, Sam?” Your tongue moved in a slow arc along the shell of his ear while you waited for an answer.

His fingers secured their hold on you ever so slightly. “Yes...I trust you.” You could tell his eyes were closed from the sound of his voice.

Your mouth made its way down his neck leaving another trail of kisses. “Good. Just listen to my voice. Okay?”

“Y...yeah.” Sam was distracted by the way your hands were now rubbing the inside of his thighs. “You turn me on so much, Sam. I love to hear you. Don’t hold any of those noises back, Baby. Give them all to me.” Your hands slid up his legs and came to rest on his hipbones. You leaned down and licked slowly across his stomach beneath his belly button. Sam moaned. Then you made kitten licks over one of hipbones you’d been touching and down to his balls.

You raised up to look at him. “I can almost feel you inside me, Sam.” He was rock hard against you. “Keep your eyes closed.” You nibbled along his neck where it met his shoulder enjoying every second of what you were doing to him. “So big. Stretching me open. I’m tight around you, Sam. Tight and warm.” He sighed deeply, and the sound that left him was a blend of a whimper and a moan. “That’s it, Baby.”

Listening to him had made you wet. You rubbed your core on Sam’s thigh. “You make me want you so much. Feel it. Feel how much I want you.” Sam’s chest was rising and falling now with his ragged breathing. He licked his lips then bit on the bottom one while keeping his eyes closed the way you had instructed. “Think about it, Sam. Think about the way it feels when you let me have you.” Sam followed instructions well during sex when that was what you wanted from him. He was equally good at being in control and relinquishing control to you.

Sam, naked on his knees in front of you, anticipating what was to happen next was enough to awaken all the feminine power of your arousal. You felt sensual, desirable, and able to please him in all sorts of ways. His body was eager for you, cock bobbing as your hands slipped down his torso and down his thighs without touching it. Sam blew out a long breath. It wasn’t unusual for you to make him wait, but you had something different in mind this time.

After a couple more passes of your hands over his body without making contact with his straining cock, Sam said your name in that low, pleading tone he got when he’d been edged right up to the point of outright begging. You stilled your hand on the inside of his thigh, and he parted his legs a little wider. “Remember, you trust me, Sam.” Your tongue licked a stripe up the side of his neck, and his whole body shuddered.

You combed your fingers through his hair. “Sam, listen to my voice. Listen and imagine being buried inside me all the way, just how you like. I can feel you, Sam. You’re so hard. Your dick is throbbing inside me and filling me just right.” His eyes squeezed shut tighter, and he reached for you.

Sam loved to touch you. He could spend hours tracing his fingers over your body, resting his hand on your hip, or cupping your breasts in his giant palms all the while praising your body. Your softness brought out the gentleness in him, or it could raise his desire to a heightened pitch like it was now and turn him on even more. His fingers settled between your folds and dipped inside you. You started to slowly move on his fingers taking them deep inside you.

“Open your eyes, Sam. Look at what you’re doing to me.” His eyes were the darkest hazel bordering on brown. “Pump your fingers into me, Sam. I want to come all over your hand.”

He watched his fingers disappearing inside you and pulling almost all the way out before plunging into you again. “Just like this. You’re gonna come like this?”

You grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself. “Yes, Baby. I’m gonna come just like this.” Your legs started to tremble, and your walls tightened around his thick fingers. Sam found your g spot and started to stroke it sending your orgasm ripping through you. For a few seconds you melted into his arms. Then you sat up with a certain gleam in your eye. “It’s your turn now.”

You gathered some of your slick on your own fingers and brushed them over Sam’s lips. He swiped his tongue across the bottom one, tasting you. You cradled his balls, massaged them, and them let them rest heavy in your hand. Bending over, you blew a gentle stream of air along his shaft beginning at the base all the way to the tip. Sam clenched his teeth. “Y/N...I need...need...”

You blew back down the length of him. “I’m going to take care of you.” Pre come was dribbling down Sam’s erection. He blinked slowly with heavy eyelids while you continued to stimulate him with your breath. “Do you think you can come for me like this?”

Sam swallowed. “I...I don’t know.” There was a sheen of sweat all over his body. You tasted the salt when you took one of his nipples in your mouth and bit down hard enough to be on threshold of pain without crossing that line. Sam’s hips bucked up, and you switched to licking and sucking that nipple as you rolled the other one in your fingers. Sam had intense orgasms when you played with his nipples. It might be enough to send him over the edge now.

He kept thrusting into the air; you kept sucking, licking, and rolling until his hips stilled. Sam moaned, “Unh...Y/N...Y/N...I’m gonna...” Ropes of come spurted from his cock while your name continued to fall from his lips. When his orgasm was over, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against him. The two of you slowly sank to the floor making a bed of the pillows.

Sam was still holding you close. “I love you, Y/N.”

You turned your head to kiss his shoulder. “I know, Sweetheart. I love you too.” For several minutes, you listened to Sam’s steady breathing while he slept. It was the deepest feeling of contentment you had ever known, being with him in these moments when you knew you had given him peace through showing your love for him.

Sam stirred, and his eyes blinked open. His hand moved down your naked back. His voice was still low and raspy from the sex. “Are you cold?” He started to sit up as he was saying it.

You sat up behind him. “Sam, I’m fine. Your body keeps me warm.” You draped yourself against his back. “See. I don’t feel cold.”

He had picked up the t-shirt he’d been wearing, and he turned to you. “Put this on. It’ll feel better.” He was raising his arms to put it over your head.

You took the shirt from his hands, tossed it back on the floor, and pulled him down beside you again. You whispered to him and snuggled back into his warmth. “You’re enough. Always.” You felt Sam kiss your forehead and fell asleep with his fingers in your hair.

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All Too Familiar Finn Balor x Reader One-Shot

Summary: A makeup artist for the WWE is asked to handle a big job. It doesn’t help that she’s hopelessly in love with her client.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1622

Author’s Note: Hi!  I wrote this today in honor of Wrestlemania! This is my first one-shot attempt, my first time writing for the WWE, and my first time writing a reader insert piece. Any commentary is welcome! I want to start taking requests for WWE star oneshots and imagines, so if you have them, send them my way!

“So…” Alexa Bliss delivered a wicked grin, “Who are you going with to Hall of Fame?”

I chuckled, blending a bit more contour onto her cheeks, “I don’t even know if I’m going. The event isn’t really for the girls who do makeup.”

“Oh please,” she scoffed, “I know who you want to take, you’re just scared.”

“Alexa-”

“Y/N, if you don’t ask him, I am going to have to use my endless power as the host of Wrestlemania to make it happen.” She was smug.

Just as she finished, I spotted him. He was wearing his black trunks and a hoodie.

“Alexa, hush. He’s right over there,” I warned.

She whipped her head around quickly, making me regret my warning, “Finn! Get over here!”

I turned back to the various palettes I had laid out on the table.

“‘Ello,” I could hear the smile in Finn Balor’s voice.

“And how is my favorite soon-to-be-again Intercontinental Champ?” Alexa was so good at making things happen, and I knew she was set on this.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to Y/N about that…” Finn trailed off. I turned around, hoping the blush on my cheeks wasn’t too bad.

“Hi Finn.” I whispered. Alexa looked at me with wide eyes, encouraging me to say more. Shit I am blowing this. “What can I help you with?”

“Well, I want to bring Demon Balor to Wrestlemania but the girls who used to do the makeup left the company a while ago. Was wondering if you could help me?”

Alexa smiled big ust over Finn’s shoulder

“Sure,” I agreed, “Let’s talk business.”

“How about tonight after Raw? Maybe over a drink?”

Alexa looked like her eyes were going to pop out of her head, I’m sure I did too.

I agreed to meet Finn later and he left without another word.

“You are going on a date with Finn Balor!” Alexa squealed.

“It’s totally not a date, Lex. He just wants help with his paint.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, you are naive.”

The next two weeks passed quickly for the company. When I wasn’t helping other wrestlers with makeup and hair, Finn sat with me and a sketchbook, trying to perfect his demon paint. We ate our meals together, looking at pictures of Demon Balor from previous matches and pictures of the demon king from Irish lore. My phone was full of texts and pictures of ideas from Finn. The awkwardness of our previous encounters had completely disappeared.

Alexa demanded updates about my relationship with Finn, but I always told her there wasn’t much to tell. I was just helping him with a project and we worked long hours to make it happen.

“Hey, Picasso!” Finn called down the hall at me. I wrapped up the last of Sasha’s look for a promo and sent her on her way. It was Friday before Wrestlemania, NXT Takeover was happening a state away and everyone was in the MetLife Stadium preparing for the largest sports entertainment show of the year.

“Balor, how nice of you to show up,” I smirked. We planned on doing one, and only one, test run of the paint on his body. I had begged him to let me practice more, but he insisted I would get it right the first time.

“Sorry, love, got caught up in the gym with Rollins,” My heart skipped a beat at his nickname for me. He smiled, “Needed a shower, figured you wouldn’t want me all sweaty for you.” Oh I do.

“Well, you’re here now,” I swallowed hard, trying to shake the image of a hot and sweaty Finn Balor in front of me. As I had my back turned to him, grabbing the paint, Finn shed his shirt and sweatpants. I turned back to him to see him sitting in just his trunks. I bit the inside of my cheek.

With a shaky hand, I started outlining the black streaks down his chest to his abdomen.

“Don’t worry, love, I won’t bite,” Finn winked.

From: Finn: pick you up in 10 minutes :)

“Alexa, I’m freaking out and can’t get my eyeliner even. I look like a panda.” I whined.

“Y/N, you do makeup for a living. You look great,” she joined me in the bathroom, practically floating in her pink gown.

“I’m freaking out, I don’t go to these things. I get people ready for these things,” I frowned.

“You are going to Hall of Fame with Finn Balor. You have had a crush on him for months. You are going to go, have a few drinks, and have a great time.” She grabbed me by the shoulders.

With minimal arguing and worrying, I let Alexa lead me down to the lobby where Finn promised to wait.

He was seated in an armchair by the fireplace, looking at his phone.

“Hey, Mr. Abs, I got your hot date for you,” Alexa shouted in his direction from the elevator, pushing me into his direction.

Finn stood promptly and looked at us. He smiled widely, practically beaming.

“You look…” He wrapped me in a hug, “Amazing.”

“You look pretty great too,” I reciprocated. I took a longer look at him, he was wearing a very simple tuxedo, slim black pants and a fitted suit jacket.

“I’m just glad my suit matches,” He chuckled, staring down at my red gown.

Finn took my hand in his and led me to the waiting car, where Alexa and other stars were waiting.

“I could not have asked for a better date tonight,” He smiled before opening the car door.

“So, Finn, can you tell me a little bit about what we can expect from the Demon King tomorrow?” The reporter on the red carpet pushed the microphone into his face.

“Just know, he wants to win. And he always gets what he wants.” Finn smirked mysteriously before grabbing my waist and walking further down the carpet.

“Always gets what he wants, huh?” I snorted.

“Always, love,” Finn winked at me.

“Well, that was something else,” I sighed, walking out of the Barclays Center after Hall of Fame. Finn nodded in agreement.

“And tomorrow is a big day,” I commented, hoping he would speak this time. Since we sat in our seat in the stadium, he hadn’t said a word. He nodded again.

“Do you want to walk back to the hotel?” I asked, “It isn’t that far, like a twenty minute walk.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and kept walking, signalling his agreement again.

Even though it was April, New York was chilled at night. As we walked, passing closed buildings and dimly lit bodegas, I shivered. Finn stopped us in our tracks and slid his jacket off, handing it to me. I graciously accepted and put it around my shoulders.

“Guess I didn’t think this whole walk through,” I laughed, reveling in the warmth the jacket provided, and the strong smell of cologne that hung to it.

“Well, I can’t have my girl freezing on me,” Finn smiled, pulling me closer than before, “Besides, who would paint me up tomorrow if you get pneumonia?”

I slapped my hand to his chest, rolling my eyes, “You don’t need the demon to win.”

“No, I don’t,” He ushered me across the street, “But it gave me an excuse to talk to you.”

My heart skipped a beat, but I put on a brave face.

“Oh, please, like you needed an excuse.”

“Are you kidding?” He laughed, “Gallows and Anderson were going to kick my ass if I didn’t talk to you. There were tired of hearing me talk about you.”

“Talk about me?” I looked at Finn and then back at the street seeing our hotel in the distance, and the cameras and fans waiting outside. Finn followed my eyes and pulled me into an alley.

“I have been watching you for months,” He paused, “That came out wrong. But, I have liked you for a while now. And Gallows and Anderson would have to listen to me go on about how pretty you are and how sweet you are. So they got sick of my shit and told me if I didn’t talk to you they would make me.”

I smiled, this sounded all too familiar.

“Finn, can I tell you a secret?”

He looked at me, expectantly.

“Alexa has been trying to get me to talk to you for months… The day you came to me about painting for Mania she was threatening to use her host powers to get me to talk to you.”

Finn laughed.

“Well, since we can admit that to each other,” Finn took a step closer, pressing me against the brick wall behind me. My breath was caught in my throat. I was suddenly aware of all of the places Finn was touching me, my waist and the top of my arm were on fire.

“Finn,” before I could say another word Finn pressed his lips to mine, gently at first. His hands moved to the back of my neck and pulled me close. We separated for a moment and dove back into each other passionately.

Time passed slowly and quickly all at once, and after a while we parted. By the light of the streetlight on the road, I could see that some of my lipstick had tinted his lips.

Finn sighed,“I would take you back to my room, but-”

“Mania is tomorrow, you need rest,” I smiled.

He planted another kiss on my lips.

“But, after Mania, you and I have a very important date.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mr. Balor.”

Finn squeezed my hips tightly.

“I like the sound of that.”

[themastercylinder]

PLOT

While praying in St. Agnes church in New Orleans, Father Dennis is confronted by a demon taking the shape of a seductive woman. The woman tears his throat open, killing him. Several years later at a New Orleans hotel, Father Michael is called to talk to a man named Claude who is threatening to jump from the top floor of the building. When he offers Claude a cigarette, Michael is pulled out the window and falls to the ground. Inexplicably, he survives the fall without injury. After the incident, Michael is appointed to the St. Agnes parish by the Archbishop Mosely; the parish had been closed after Father Dennis’s unsolved murder.

Upon moving into the rectory, Michael is notified by Lieutenant Stern that another priest was murdered there before Father Dennis. Michael finds mention of Millie, a waitress at the Threshold, a local black magic performance art club, in Dennis’s journal; Michael goes to visit her, but she is evasive. She later comes to the parish, claiming to Michael that she saw Father Dennis for confession before his death; during the confession, she admitted to giving her soul to Luke, the owner of the club, whom she claims is the Devil incarnate. Luke visits Michael shortly after, claiming that the Satanic shows put on at the club are only gimmicks, and that he does not actually believe in them; however, he says he’s been recently experiencing supernatural phenomena and begs for Michael’s help. Michael agrees to spend an evening in Luke’s apartment, where he witnesses furious poltergeist activity.

When Michael brings the information to Archbishop Mosely, he is informed that Father Dennis was approached by Millie and Luke in an identical manner before being murdered. Father Silva, an elderly blind demonologist, informs Michael he has been “chosen” to fight the devil, but Michael dismisses the notion. Millie is incarcerated in a psychiatric ward after attempting to kill Luke, and Michael goes to visit her. In a fit of madness, she claims Luke tried to rape her, and that Father Dennis has been talking to her. That night, Michael has a nightmare of the Demon, and receives a disturbing phone call from Father Dennis, who claims he is “waiting for him in hell.” Millie arrives in the middle of the night begging for help, and Michael agrees to let her stay in the rectory.

While cleaning the church with the housekeeper Teresa, Millie is fascinated by a statue of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, which Teresa tells her was salvaged from a church in a foreign country that burned down. Lieutenant Stern warns Archbishop Mosely that Michael is in danger, suspecting Millie was responsible for the previous murders of the St. Agnes priests; Mosely assures him that Michael is safe. Meanwhile, Millie discovers a book in which she reads of a demon known as the Unholy, which seeks to corrupt and then take pure souls. To prevent herself from being a target, she propositions Michael to take her virginity, which he refuses. Convinced Luke planted the book, Michael confronts him, but Luke denies it.

The next day, Michael finds Luke’s eviscerated corpse hanging above the church altar in the pose of the Cross of Saint Peter. Seated in a pew is Claude, who begs Michael’s forgiveness for pulling him out the window. Suddenly, Claude begins to bleed profusely from his eyes and mouth, and bursts into flames at the foot of the Immaculate Heart of Mary statue; Luke’s corpse also ignites. Michael meets with the Archbishop and Father Silva, who warns him that the Unholy will manifest to Michael between Ash Wednesday and Easter, when it will try to tempt and then kill him. In the church, Michael is confronted by the Unholy (taking form as the woman), and she attempts to seduce him, but he denies her.

The Unholy reveals its true form—a monstrous creature—and two mutant creatures crucify Michael. Millie enters the church and is confronted by the creature, but before it can harm her, Michael calls upon God for strength, and damns the Unholy to hell. He collapses, and when he awakens, is blind. As Millie walks him out of the church, the Immaculate Heart of Mary statue begins to weep tears of blood.

   PRODUCTION BACKSTORY

 Shot during late 1986 and early ’87 in South Florida, with additional filming in New Orleans and post production in California, The Unholy is a big-budget thriller in the tradition of The Exorcist and The Omen. Though The Unholy features scenes of extreme violence, gore and an appearance by a monstrous incarnation of hell itself, director Camilo Vila balks at calling his third feature directorial effort a “horror film.” “I don’t consider this a horror film,” he says. “Of course, we’re gonna have a demon and a monster, but in a context that’s not going to have teenagers running wild.”

Speaking English in a thick Latin American accent, Vila describes his developmental work on the screenplay of The Unholy. “Originally, it was very much like The Exorcist,” he remembers. “I changed it. I created a myth about a demon that tempts priests during the 40 days of Lent and then, on the night of the Resurrection, does his final temptation.”

A Catholic himself-and a former altar boy-Vila admits that his religious upbringing had a strong influence on his approach to the material. “You never get over it,” he says, adding. “The story is very Catholic but it doesn’t have a Catholic message. It’s about temptations and how deceiving they are. They’re not black & white.”

Barry Anderson sculpting a ripped apart chest prosthetic for the film ‘The Unholy’

Though Vila created the myth of the Lenten season temptation, another aspect of The Unholy’s premise comes from actual Catholic lore. “On Good Friday, they take all the communion Hosts out of the church and extinguish the sanctuary light,” he explains. “From Friday at 3:00 to Saturday at midnight, the church is not holy. This is the time when the demon makes his last strike.”

The screenplay for The Unholy has an interesting history, beginning life as a treatment by old-time Hollywood writer/producer Philip Yordan. Although best known as the author of the cult classic Johnny Guitar and prestigious epics such as King of Kings, The Fall of the Roman Empire and Battle of the Bulge, Yordan is more familiar for Day of the Triffids. He wrote his Unholy treatment some years before The Exorcist and The Omen created a vogue for major horror films. Too far ahead of its time, the story collected dust on Yordan’s office shelves until Vila discovered it while working with Yordan on another project. Vila turned the treatment into a full screenplay and a production deal was struck, with filming set to begin in January 1986. This deal collapsed before shooting started, but Vila found new backers while in Florida later that year. New producer Matthew Hayden brought in writer Fernando Fonseca to polish another draft before the script was taken before the cameras.

Most of The Unholy was shot in Miami’s Limelite Studios, with studio owners Frank Tolin and Wanda Rayle serving as executive producers. The film is the initial project of Team Effort Productions, Inc., a Florida-based company formed to make Hollywood-caliber films in the Sunshine State.

In the lead role as Father Michael is Ben Cross. Veteran actors Ned Beatty, Hal Holbrook and Trevor Howard round out the supporting cast, along with William Russ. The leading lady is Jill Carroll, who plays a young woman involved with Father Michael. Nicole Fornier another lovely-and mysterious-lady. Fornier’s role reportedly required a very unusual bit of prosthetic makeup: The application of an extra nipple on her left breast.

Assuming responsibility for the special makeup and prosthetics on The Unholy was Isabel Harkins. A veteran of 12 years in the business, her credits include Scared Stiff and dozens of rock videos and commercials. “I’ve done lots of ‘doubles,'” she laughs, “making people up to look like Abe Lincoln and George Washington, or bears or sandwiches.” She also assisted creating the elves and fairies for Ridley Scott’s Legend. About the extra nipple on Fornier, Harkins says, “I just made a cast of her real nipple and then doubled it. She’s a beautiful girl. I bleached her dark brown hair into a fiery red and made her up glamorous, the Christian Dior look.”

Harkins served up several generous helpings of gore FX for The Unholy, including bloody bodies both human and canine. At one point, a man is butchered and crucified upside down on a cross in a Satanic parody of Christ’s death. “He gets ripped open from his crotch all the way to his neck,” reveals Harkins. “His heart and a liver are hanging out, the ribcage gets all torn up, and his bones are sticking out. It came out beautiful.  They did it with the real actor and then again with the stuntman the next day. I had to match exactly how the blood ran hanging upside down.”

The Unholy also features the gory slaughter of a German shepherd.  “But we didn’t hurt the dog!” Harkins hastens to assure everyone.  “We had a veterinarian anesthetize him. Once the dog was sleeping, we had to work really fast to apply the prosthetics and special blood I made. It looks very, very real.” And what did the pooch think of this? Harkins chuckles. “He was just licking himself off, licking up all the Karo syrup and pancake stuff. He liked it.”

Another interesting challenge came on Halloween night, when the filming of an accident victim prosthetic job was repeatedly postponed. “I put on the makeup at 5:00 p.m.,” she recalls, but the first shot wasn’t until midnight, and they shot the close-up at 6:00 the next morning.” The delays necessitated constant maintenance to preserve realism. “Appliances start going bad after you daub them up with all the glue and blood. The edges start coming up. But I used some products from RCMA, the same stuff Tom Savini and Rick Baker use. They keep the appliances going for a long time.”

Harkins says she would prefer to work with more lighthearted fantasy-oriented projects like Legend, but for now the splatter jobs are keeping her employed. “I know everything about anatomy,” she says. “I’ve been doing this for 12 years now. I go to the morgue for research.

Creating a plan for the spectacular climax of The Unholy was the duty of special FX designer Michael Novotny. No stranger to fantastic films, Novotny served as production designer on the upcoming Invasion Earth, as art director on Flight of the Navigator, and worked on the mechanical sharks for Jaws 3-D as well as the robots for Chopping Mall. Advance word on The Unholy was that a 6-foot demon appeared at its finale, but Novotny shrugs this off. “That’s a rather pedestrian description of what, in fact, is going to be revealed,” he says. “We are making a physical shape which is much larger than 6 feet, and we have several different versions of this, uh, shall we say, ‘demon.’

“It’s hard to describe exactly what it is,” Novotny explains, “because some of the versions of the ‘demon’ are meant to be seen only from certain points of view. One might be just a profile. Another might be just a background piece that’s meant to be interpreted as a shadow, and another is what I’d call a ‘full-on jeopardy shot’ where you’ll be confronted by him directly.”

This evil entity manifests itself in many forms. “The whole concept is that the power of the devil is at its extreme as a deceiver,” says Novotny. “He’s changing constantly. At one point he becomes a holocaust of fire, with the entire church splitting open and forming a hell.” This last effect required the assistance of Star Wars FX Whiz John Dykstra’s Apogee company to execute Novotny’s plan.

Charged with building the monstrous entity that Novotny designed was makeup FX creator Jerry Macaluso, who has worked under Rick Baker. Macaluso was assisted by Linda Arrigoni, Barry Anderson, and Brian Burgstaller, all veterans of Romero’s Day of the Dead. Working with mechanics built .by Ken Wheatley, Macaluso and his crew assembled the demon by first sculpting in clay, then molding in fiberglass. “It was quite an experience because none of us had ever done anything this big before,”  recalls Macaluso. “Standing straight up, she’s 9 feet tall.”  She? Yes, you read that right.

“You can definitely tell it’s a female. It has large, sagging breasts, fully articulated. We’ve got her mounted on a crane in back, and her arms are puppeted. There’s some pneumatics, also.”

Construction of the creature took over three months, followed by an entire week of screen tests before the monstrous creation was pronounced film-worthy. “There are actually three demons,” Macaluso reveals. “There’s the full-scale demon, then there’s the costume, which is basically for head and shoulders shots, and then there’s a special demon for… something else.”

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The Jerry Macaluso Creature

One person particularly impressed with the Macaluso crew’s demon work is Fernando Fonseca. “There’s six guys in there, working it,” he says with obvious amazement. “It’s fantastic to watch.” The multi-talented Fonseca, who served as the Unholy’s production designer, also composed the music score and co-wrote the screenplay. Fonseca sheds a bit more light on the subject of that extra nipple applied to Nicole Fornier. “An additional nipple is supposed to be a sign of witchcraft,” he explains. “That was one of the ‘tests’ for witchcraft back when the Spanish Inquisition had its bonfires. It was called ‘the devil’s mark.”

Although Fonseca’s scripts have been performed on the theatrical stage, The Unholy is his first produced screenplay. He describes his rewrite of the Yordan and Vila script as a matter of fleshing out the characters and filling in important details. For example, in the earlier script, Father Michael was invulnerable to temptation. “To me, this left much to be desired in the way of dramatic conflicts,” recalls Fonseca. “The demon is trying to get to him by tempting him. If he’s not susceptible, then we’ve given you the conclusion at the beginning of the story. In Yordan’s script, the demon was sent back to hell when the bell struck midnight, kind of like Cinderella.”

Another addition was a background story of elderly Father Silva’s own experience with the demon. The earlier draft had Father Silva lecturing at length about demonic lore but never explained how he acquired the knowledge. Fonseca added an explanation for Father Silva’s inside information and linked it to a new, bone-chilling finale. Due to Fonseca’s innovations and the skilled work of the entire crew at Team Effort Productions, The Unholy should provide ample thrills for even the most jaded horror film-goers. Vestron Pictures will release it this Halloween.

  The Bob Keen Creature

THE BOB KEEN RE-SHOOTS

Unfortunately for Vila, the people at Vestron who picked up the feature for distribution apparently wanted a horror film. Impressed with Waxwork, another of their genre offerings, Vestron contacted that piece’s producers, Christopher Anderson and Gary Bettman, and makeup FX man Bob Keen to shoot a new ending for The Unholy. Keen, who handled the FX on Waxwork in addition to directing second unit, was asked to rework and direct The Unholy’s climactic church battle. “The film is not that bad, it stands up by itself. The ending just needed a little polish,” Keen comments. “It’s still the original director’s and the original team’s film. I’m just doing the ending. I’ll probably get back-end credit as ‘Additional sequences directed by …’ and I’m happy with that. I’m here to help people out.”

For the reshoot, shop was set up for 10 days at the Raleigh Studios in Hollywood, right across the street from Paramount Pictures. The original church set was the only thing shipped in and reconstructed from The Unholy’s Florida shoot. A new production crew consisted mostly of Waxwork veterans in addition to Keen’s British team of Simon Sayce, Neill Gorton and brother David Keen. As scripted by Keen, the new sequence’s main purpose was to provide a more exciting and satisfying plot resolution. “The ending is bigger now, we expanded its scope,” notes producer Bettman. “The battle between God and the devil, heaven and hell, Father Michael’s fight with the Temptress, the question of should he or shouldn’t he be attracted to a woman, that’s a lot going on in just a few minutes. There’s also more action. We’ve added two other little demons, and there’s more happening with the monster. Visually, it’s a fantastic creature.”

The new creature, the demonic transformation of the Temptress who torments Father Michael, is a departure from the original Jerry Macaluso creature. It’s still very tall and noticeably female, but now the demon is meatier, slimier and looks like it’s covered in rotting entrails. Its head is larger and more menacing, with fiery red eyes and sharp claw like teeth. Explaining how the new creature was designed, Keen says, “We started from scratch. We had to simply scrap everything or we would botch up what had already been done. Vestron believed in this movie, so the decision was made quite early on, ‘Let’s spend the money, go back to square one and see what we can do.’

“There were little problems that I don’t think became evident until everything was in place,” Keen continues. “The original creature didn’t have any teeth and had very little personality. Since the scene cuts between a real person and the creature, it was important that the creature move and behave like it had a personality. That was the basic reason for abandoning the original design.”

Keen’s demon began its life as two separate pieces: an articulated head and shoulders for close-ups, and a suit worn by Gorton and Sayce for the long shots. “Midway through a scene in which the creature, on all fours, stalks the fallen priest at the church altar, we decided we needed something halfway between the two and grafted the close-up head onto the suit to make a giant puppet,” Keen reveals. “I wanted the creature to have a hands-on conflict with the priest. The conflict was very important; I didn’t want something that took place with them 200 yards away from each other.”

The finale also includes “a trip to hell which is structured with very strong images,” says Keen. “The priest eventually wins and dispatches the demon back to hell. We built the miniature set (of the church opening up into a deep pit) upside down so we could control the creature’s fall. The camera was aimed up at it, and on film it looks like the creature is dropping down a huge hole. We used the 2001 technique and hid all the wires behind the model as it gets pulled up.”

To keep the film a cohesive narrative, some of the additional footage is being edited into the body of the film as dream sequences experienced by Father Michael. While many who leave the church never go back, British actor Ben Cross did return almost a year later to reprise his role as Father Michael. “It’s difficult, but it’s not impossible,” he judges. “I’ve really forgotten a great deal, so I relied on Bob Keen, who had seen all the footage, to remind me. Basically, it’s acting by the numbers.”

The Unholy marks Cross’ first horror/FX film, as well as his first performance as an American. “Father Michael, rather than being Super-priest,” the actor observes, “is actually a bloke who can’t come to terms with the fact that he’s gifted. There’s a human side to the character. He has a strong will and strong faith, but he’s also very cynical. He doesn’t believe that evil can personify itself in fleshly form. Of course, he finds out otherwise.”

Throughout the rigorous FX shooting – including the afternoon he had to don painful contact lenses to simulate Father Michael’s ultimate blindness – Cross tried to keep a sense of humor. After one difficult shot, he announced to the cast and crew, “I’ve just been through hell.”

“These movies are tough,” Cross laughs. “When I studied at drama school, I received a classical actor’s training. I was prepared for all sorts of things; we were trained for radio. But no one ever trains you to scream and shriek while you’re crucified to an altar, and the thing that’s actually coming toward you is a prop man lighting up a cigarette behind camera. These things are so embarrassing and undignified that you just try to get it in one or two takes. After that, you start to analyze, and that’s not good.”

Puppet created, shot, but ultimately cut from a film. Created by David Sosalla, Rick Lazzarini, and Mike Sorenson at Apogee, Inc.

Preferring to view the 10-day filming as “additional stuff” rather than a reshoot, Cross doesn’t consider this an opportunity to add anything to his performance, “This is to improve the film,” he maintains. “It’s the final 10 minutes. By that time, you either have a good movie or you don’t. The whole film builds toward these last 10 minutes. If they don’t work, then I along with many other people look a bit ridiculous, and the audience will go out laughing.”

Gary Bettman agrees, give or take five minutes. “Often what people will leave the movie theater with is the last reel. It’s what they remember most,” he nods. “The final climax leaves you with the thought of the picture, that last 15 minutes. Hopefully, we’re going to leave them so they tell their friends.”

And just in case there are any doubts left, the final word belongs to Bob Keen, who expects his sequences to comprise to 10 minutes of screen time. “Now,” assures the director, “The Unholy is definitely a horror movie.”

Keen says he doesn’t plan to emphasize his film’s FX aspects. “I’m a special effects man, but I don’t want to be labeled a special effects director,” he notes. “The area I want to develop is the character. How the story is important to the character’s structure and growth is the part I’m going to spend all my time on. If I don’t know how to do special effects by now, and how to direct them, I might as well give up.

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  Cast

Ben Cross as Father Michael

Ned Beatty as Lieutenant Stern

William Russ as Luke

Jill Carroll as Millie

Hal Holbrook as Archbishop Mosely

Trevor Howard as Father Silva

Claudia Robinson as Teresa

Nicole Fortier as Demon

Peter Frechette as Claude

Earleen Carey as Lucile

    The Unholy (1988) Retrospective PLOT While praying in St. Agnes church in New Orleans, Father Dennis is confronted by a demon taking the shape of a seductive woman.