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Scream For Me Doll~ Ghostface!Ellie x F!Reader

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ITS FINALLY FUCKING HEREEEEEE!!!

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GHOSTFACE!ELLIE AI AUDIOS HERE!!

Before I even start-

18+ CONTENT MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. THIS FIC IS DEFINITELY NOT FOR MINORS!!

PLEASE READ ALL OF THE WARNINGS BEFORE YOU INDULGE IN THIS FIC!!

I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to finally finish this fic, I wanted to make it the best I could for you deranged Beauties~. I will say though, I only proofread half of it (I'll proofread the other half later - sorry I just wanted to post it already heeheheh~) so any mistakes I apologize they will be fixed in the future!

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WARNINGS!! PLEASE READ!!

This fic IS NOT for everyone, so please if it isn't your cup of tea...move on. Any type of hate sent my way I ask for it to not be anonymous so I can do you the justice and block you straight up. This fic contains the following: (If I forget to put a TW please let me know so I can add it on!!)

LOTS of dark themes, Filthy smut, Knife play, Blood play, Self harm (Ellie's behalf - slightly intentional - she cuts herself on the blade), Degradation (Very minor), Possessiveness, Stalking, Cursing, Deranged reader and Ellie, Mentions of murder/killing.

I think that's it - again if I missed anything please let me know. BUT that's about it folks, hope you Beauties~ enjoy!! (7839 Words)

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The sound of breathing was the only thing to be heard, Ellie’s warm breath bouncing off the flesh of the mask and back into her own. She learned very quickly how to stay quiet in situations like these. Her robe almost touched the floor, flowing right along with her movements. The sun had set hours before, a warm yellow moon took its place. Darkness cascades over the town, it was during these hours where she thrived the most. The shadows made for her stalk within the night, hiding all of her secrets in its shroud. She slowly creeps towards your window, forever thankful that your room was located on the first floor. 

A lot of her nights were spent like this. Reveling in her recent victims over the weeks to then come and celebrate by watching you at your most vulnerable. You weren’t on her hit list, far from it actually. Her obsession for you was different, not one of bloodlust. Although she’d love to see the deep velvet color of your blood drip down your stomach. The tip of her blade digging into your skin, not too hard, not too soft, but enough to pierce the skin. She’d imagine rubbing her gloved thumb across the liquid, smearing it towards your hip bone. Where she’d then grip your waist, squeezing the soft flesh in her palm. 

Her true bloodlust was for the imbeciles who fell into her traps, never clever enough to understand the gravity of the situation they’ve put themselves in. What genius would walk through an alleyway alone after a night of drinking? Or answer a phone call in the deep hours of the night? Only idiots would and Ellie hated the idiots of the world. The ones who deserved to be silenced by her blade, one less ignorant human on this planet. She saw the evils she committed as an act of justice. Just what society needed, one less idiot to exist. But fuck there were so many. That’s why she enjoyed you the most. You weren’t like them. 

The way you were always aware of your surroundings, keeping up on the latest murders of the month. Those murders being her own work of course. She saw the way your eyes lit up at the idea of figuring out who the infamous Ghostface was. You were determined, it was cute in your own way. Ellie was always one step ahead though, she knew about your obsession with the slasher. Being your close friend was her advantage to the game. It was her fun version of tag, except for the fact that you were unaware you were playing it with her. Coming so close to touching her, the tips of your fingers stretched out wide but she was able to run and hide. You having to start all over again just when you were so close. She loved when you got close. 

She’d listen to all the theories you’d come up with about who Ghostface could be. You’ve gotten close a few times, even if it was jokingly pointing the finger at her. You’d laugh off the idea of Ellie being Ghostface. It’s too hard to believe your childhood friend who you’ve spent every waking moment with to be the one. You told her she didn’t have the guts to commit such acts, too blinded by the nurturing friendship the two of you shared. As clever as you were, in which Ellie respected, you always missed that one piece. 

There was a moment that she did want to tell you, to scream it off the rooftops or to stand outside your house with it written in bold letters. Hey, it’s me! I’m Ghostface! Surprised huh? But she knew that’d be too risky, as much as she trusts you with her life she doesn’t fully know if you’d be able to keep this under the wraps. Would you run away screaming, telling the first officer you see? Or is there that slight chance that you’d be alright with it… 

This was another fantasy Ellie loved to live in. You overjoyed with the fact that she was the one. Running up to her and caressing her mask, blood staining the tips of your fingers just moments after her fresh kill. But she knew better. Out of all the secrets you two shared, this was the only one she kept to herself. 

Little did she know you had secrets of your own. Your obsession with the slasher didn’t just end at finding out who it was. You wanted them for yourself. You wanted to trace their mask with your fingers, dragging them down the oversized robe and over to their gloved hand. You dreamt of grabbing that hand that yielded the knife. Tracing it up your chest to your delicate throat. To feel the cool blade against your skin would welcome heat that would pool between your thighs. You wanted them to use you how they wanted, bending at their will, doing whatever for them. It was a fucked up fantasy you couldn’t stop. But did you truly want it to stop? 

You had to bite your tongue every time you talked to Ellie about them. She was intrigued with your theories, always ready to listen in on the newest piece of evidence you brought up. But you didn’t want to face the judgment of her words when you told her the main reason you wanted to see what was behind the mask. You imagined her reaction once. You didn’t imagine it again after that. 

As she peers in she feels her chest swell up. It never felt any different for her, you always made her feel a certain way. Especially during these times. When she had the mask on, it changed her. She became a different person, she felt free. She felt like her true self. It was funny in a way, usually people put on a mask to hide their identity. But it wasn’t the same for Ellie, it brought out the worst in her. She loved every second of it. 

You were fast asleep in your bed, legs in a tangled mess with your blankets. Your brows were furrowed, tightly knit together. She was curious as to what you were dreaming about. Was it a nightmare? Troubles from something that happened earlier in the day? It took everything in her to not climb in through your window, coming close to you to smoothen out the lines between your brows. Her eyes trailed down to your lips, taking in how soft they looked. How badly she wanted to glide her gloved fingers across them. Just to hook them into the side of your mouth and pull back the flesh, making you smile like the joker. 

Her nightly ritual would soon come to an end. Much to her disappointment she had to go back to being the regular old Ellie. The Ellie no one suspected was Ghostface. She took in your features one last time before descending back into the night, the darkness consuming her once again. 

Finding the abandoned shed by her house she shed herself of her shroud and mask, putting them away in her pack. She returned home shortly after, unlocking her door with her key. She couldn't wait to also get some rest. Unbothered to do anything else besides sleep she threw her pack across the room. Flopping into the bed it didn’t take long for her to be whisked away into lust filled dreams of your face. 

The next morning came in a hurry. Ellie woke up in a sweat, the stuffy heat of the summer causing her clothes to stick to her skin. It didn’t help that she fell asleep with her jeans and t-shirt on, too tired the night before to change into something more comfortable. Her hand reaches over on her nightstand, grabbing her phone she checks the time, 11 a.m. It wouldn’t be long until you’re knocking at the door, you both had previously made plans to go out today. Finally having a matching day off you didn’t want to waste it away, even with the stupid curfew in place. Jackson didn’t have much to do but you both made it work. Your favorite spot was going deep into the forest, dangerous yes, but you enjoyed the quiet serene scene. The only sounds being what nature wanted to sing to you that day. 

Today would probably be one of those forest days. The overwhelming buzz of fear that clouded the skies of Jackson was starting to be too much for you to handle. You wanted, no needed, a mini escape from it all. And who better to escape all of it with none other than your loyal friend. She understood how you felt, how sick of the people you were. She understood it all too well. 

Ellie placed the phone back down on the nightstand, rubbing her eyes as she sat herself up. Letting out a sigh she climbs out of bed and goes to get ready for the day. It doesn’t take long until you’re knocking at her door. Toothbrush in her hand she rushes over to let you in. Your soft smile sends flutters to her stomach, precious as always. She sends a smile back your way, standing off to the side to let you in. You were wearing a regular t-shirt and shorts that hugged your thighs just right, she couldn’t help her eyes from checking you out. After you walk in she closes the door and returns to the bathroom to finish getting ready. 

You walk over to the door to the bathroom, leaning against the frame watching her finish up. You gave her a knowing look and she knew what would come out of your mouth before you even said it.

“New evidence?” She asks. 

Your grin widens, “Maybe…”

“Spill, now.” 

This happened often, you’d have some new “gossip” about the killer from your unresting research. While Ellie would sit and listen, wanting to know how close you’ve gotten this time. 

“So you remember a week ago when that random man was murdered?” 

Ellie pretends to think about it for a second. She knew exactly who you were referring to, he was a tough one. His extreme persistence to survive almost caused him to escape her grasp, almost. She nods at you. 

“Well apparently he put up a fight.” 

Ellie’s face cringed, thinking back on the memory. Her expression quickly changed to a confused one, now wondering how you knew about his persistence. 

“I know I know, the only reason I found this out is because of someone sharing some info on Reddit.” She waits for you to continue on. “So their Dad is a cop blah blah, shit no one cares for. But because of this he gets inside info. So get this, they found a piece of the handle to the blade Ghostface used to kill him. There’s some overly complicated science as to how they know he struggled. But the piece of it gives them a slight advantage on what weapon the killer uses. It’s honestly crazy how the knife broke. It’s said that the Buck 120 is very durable, some luck huh?” 

Fuck-

Ellie knew her mistake but didn’t think it would be found so soon. By the time she realized the piece had fallen off it had already been too late. That night she was consumed with the need to see you. Specially after that persistent fuck gave her such a hard time. The stress of it all ate her alive, for once she feared she would be discovered if he was able to escape her grasp. Luckily with one hard strike she was able to finally take him down. Enraged after the fact she kept up the hard strikes at his weak skin. Definitely a blood bath, all the emotions clouded her mind. She didn’t realize that her harsh slashes may be the one thing to bring her demise. When she saw you that night all the stress seemed to disappear. She returned home that night, dread still heavy on her head. Seeing you truly did help her but soon as she left you it all came back. The next morning was when she saw the lost piece in her handle. Cursing herself at her stupidity, it was too late. She never goes back to a kill, no matter how satisfying or difficult. It was too risky, the bodies were found usually a day or so after she ended them. 

Ellie snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of your voice. “Earth to Ellie, you there?” 

She rinses her toothbrush and spits out the paste in her mouth to answer you. 

“Yeah.” She laughs it off, “Sorry. Just thinkin’ about what you said.”

You tuck in your lips nodding slowly at her words. “It’s crazy to think about isn’t it? I’ll find out who it is eventually I know it.” 

“Oh you do now?” Ellie forgets about her previous thoughts. More interested in your words instead. 

“Mhm~ You know how close I’ve gotten.” 

“I also know how many times it’s slipped from you too.” 

“Whatever, I don’t wanna hear this shit talk when I find out who it is. I’ll prove everyone wrong.” 

Sure you will. Ellie thinks, “I’m gonna talk shit regardless. You know this.” 

You laugh at her words, “You’re right. Anyways hurry up, I wanna be out as long as I can before curfew.” 

Ellie finishes up what she has to, not wanting to keep you waiting. As she gets her things together you go to sit on the couch, patiently waiting. After she’s done you both head for the front door. Before you can leave Ellie mutters a hold on forgetting one last thing. She goes back into her room before descending out with her guitar case in hand. You smile warmly at her. You always loved when she would bring her guitar. Playing the tunes you were never tired of hearing. You opened the door for her letting her exit with her case. Following her out you both took off to the calming forest. Letting go of all the troubles that plagued your minds. 

After a few hours you and Ellie made it back to her house. The time spent in nature was a refresher you both needed. Similar reasons neither of you were aware of. The two of you didn’t eat the whole day so you both agreed to get food once settled in Ellie’s home. Not wanting the night with you to end Ellie made sure to invite you over after. She knew she’d be around you. Regardless if you stayed or not. She could either have you here or have you through your window. As much as she did enjoy the latter, she wanted to be around you as long as you’d allow. Even if it was when she was regular Ellie. 

The both of you settled down onto the couch. Ellie loaded a game up to pass the time, knowing you’d enjoy watching her play. Ellie made you comfortable no matter the situation, being in her presence made you feel such a relief. A relief no one could provide in the same way that she can. You were scrolling through restaurants in the area on your phone. Stretched out sideways along the couch. Your back against the armrest and your legs over Ellie’s as she sat regularly. Her arms were resting on your lower thighs, fingers pressing away at the buttons. She told you to pick what you wanted, not caring what you’d order. She’d eat whatever you put in front of her anyway. You didn’t want anything too crazy, just something comforting and simple. Which is why you decided on pizza, can’t get more simple than that. 

“I’m gonna get us some pizza.” You look up at Ellie from your phone.

Her eyes were trained on the screen, “Sounds good to me.” She shrugged slightly, replying. 

“Okay I’ll get us a large and a drink as well.” 

Ellie throws a quick glance in your direction, “My card should be in my pack in the room.” 

“I can just buy it Ellie…” 

“Fuck no.” When she looks back at you, this time she doesn’t break eye contact, “I invited you over to eat so I pay for it, yeah?” 

You didn’t bother to argue back with her, you’d lose in the end. You always did. You mumbled alright and she lifted up her arms so you could slip off the couch. The warmth of your legs were gone, causing her to shiver from the cool feeling of her air conditioner. 

You walked over into her room searching around for her pack. Your eyes scan the room when they finally land on it thrown over into the corner. You walk over kneeling down to open it up, digging through it you suddenly feel a sharp sting on your finger. Pulling your hand back from the pack with an ow you look hold your hand to see blood dripping from your middle finger. 

“What the fuck?” You mumble. 

Instead of making the mistake to dig around unaware again you slowly pull open the sides of the pack, opening it up to peek at what's inside. Your brows furrow at the black cloth harshly shoved in it. Slowly pulling it out to examine it an object flops to the floor. Snapping your head down your eyes widen, You can feel the blood draining from your face. A sharp flutter fills your stomach, it was a mask. But not any mask, a Ghostface mask. Picking it up with your free hand to examine it you now notice the red splatters, it stands out from the contrast of the bold white mask. Is that…blood? You think to yourself, it can’t be. This is a joke, there's no way she’s Ghostface. You smirk to yourself, was she really trying to fuck with you like this? She’s done stupid jokes before but never went as far as buying the costume to trick you. Some tricks, huh. Nice try Ellie. 

Did she really think you were that naive? You were going to get up and confront her when the sting of your finger got your attention again. You almost forgot about the cut, you then realized that nothing in your hands could’ve sliced you like that. Don’t tell me she bought a knife too, oh Ellie-. You reached into the pack again, carefully this time knowing your chances of getting cut again were high. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat when you saw the light shine off the blade, she really outdid herself this time. You grasp the handle and bring it out from the bag, it was the exact kind of knife Ghostface used. The knife had the smeared red on the blade as well. 

One part of you couldn’t believe the lengths she’s gone this time to fuck with your “investigation.” But the other part of you couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of her going this far. She didn’t truly know what these things did to you. If it was her, which was a long shot, you wondered how much easier everything would be. Not having to worry about who was behind the mask, not that you really cared, but it was something that crossed your mind. What if it was someone you couldn’t stand, would you be able to still keep up that fantasy of them? Could you still keep it up if it was Ellie? Your feelings for Ellie were that of a roller coaster. In friendship terms everything was smooth sailing, there’s no one else on the planet you could trust your life with more. But when it came to the topic of it being more than a friendship, that was a different story. You can’t say you never had feelings for her, you have. You just pushed them down when you realized how badly it could ruin everything. Plus you had no idea, doubted even, that she liked you the same. So you buried your own feelings deep inside, not daring to let them out again. Sometimes though she’d do things that made you shiver. That would cause those feelings to bubble over again, reaching for nothing but the disappointment you’d give them when you continued to shove them under again. 

Although, to know that she did this all for you made those feelings bubble over again. Could she have a clue about your true intentions of wanting who was behind that mask? Is that why she went this far? To make you believe it? To fall for her instead of the true Ghostface? No, she wouldn’t, it’s just a dumb prank. 

You laughed at your thoughts, going the extra mile once again, your delusions would constantly take control when the masked killer was involved. You twirl the knife in your hands one last time before you decide to put it down. As you check it for the last time your fingers smooth over something rough on the handle. Curious, you look at what the disturbed surface could be. 

As you study the handle your heart drops. No, no, no- this can’t be happening, you think. You can feel the anxiety swell up in your chest. You forget how to breathe, your thoughts racing a million miles a minute. All of the countless hours you spent searching, all of the sleepless nights you’ve had. The endless amount of research you would study, day after day. Stuck scrolling on your computer not resting until you get so close to finding out who it could be. The theories of all the different people you had, you even bought a cork board to help your search. You pulled some crazy shit you kept to yourself to find out where or who they could be. Putting yourself in danger in hopes that you’ll be the slasher's “next prey.” 

All of this for what? For it to be your best friend this whole time. The one person you were so sure of it not being. Fuck you felt so stupid. You grew up with her, you knew her better than you knew yourself. You felt pride in knowing that she would never be capable of such a thing, but she was. And here you are, staring at the handle with the piece of it missing that was just discovered by the authorities. As much as you wanted to deny it you couldn’t. Why did you want to deny it? 

In a way this makes everything easier, your mind travels back to your earlier thoughts. The thoughts of what if Ellie was the killer. But why didn’t she kill you yet? If no one was safe from her slashes then why were you? Question after question filled your head, trying to piece all the evidence together to figure out just what you have missed. While in deep thought you heard a loud thud. Locking in place you slowly turned your head to the sound. 

Ellie stood by the door, frozen. The controller that was once in her hand now faced upside down on the floor. She was wondering why it was taking you so long to grab your wallet. She knew it was in her room, in some pack that she threw on the floor yesterday. She hasn't touched it since. It wasn’t until she started thinking about it that she felt the color drain from her face. She was so exhausted yesterday that she forgot to put her Ghostface pack in the hiding spot she usually does. It slipped from her mind until this moment. Now she’s paying the consequences, walking in on you holding her knife. The very knife you just talked about hours earlier. The single piece of evidence that would be 100% proof of Ellie being Ghostface. 

She didn’t know what to do or what to say. Scared that any wrong move would result in your panic, your screams filling the air as you ran for the door. But you didn’t. You didn’t move an inch, holding the knife in your hand you stared back at her. All of this time it was her, you didn’t want to admit it but you felt a sense of relief. You did it, you found out who Ghostface was. 

You opened your mouth, trying to get something out, anything out but you couldn’t. Caught like a deer in headlights you thought about your next move. As you thought about it, so did Ellie. You weren’t supposed to find out, even if you did she didn’t want it to be this way. She wanted it on her terms, if she were to ever tell you anyway. 

As flustered as she was she managed to speak first, “Seems like all that research paid off huh?” She chuckles. 

Leave it to Ellie to make light of a situation like this, you were used to it though. She always jokes around when shit hit the fan, it was one of the many things you loved about her. You just weren’t so sure if this time was the right time for it. You looked down at the knife again, your fingers gliding against the abrasion.

“It was you the whole time…” Ellie’s eyes widened at your voice, “I busted my ass on research and it was right in front of me the whole time.” 

“Surprise…?”  

You let out a dry laugh at her response, how could you be so fucking stupid. She goes to open her mouth to speak again but you beat her to it. 

“Do you know why I really wanted to find out who Ghostface was?” 

Fuck it. It was out in the open so you might as well be honest. You didn’t know where this confidence came from but after finding out who a serial killer was you realized you only really have two options. She would let you go, which you think is unlikely or she would have to end it right here right now. Killing you to keep the risk of her being found out by the public. You didn’t think she was capable of killing you, you were her childhood best friend after all. 

She stays quiet, letting you continue. You figured you had nothing to lose now, why not let it all out in the open. 

“Finding out who was behind the mask really isn’t all that important to me. Honestly I could give less of a fuck who’s behind it. I just want them for myself. My fucked up fantasy of being with the slasher is all that I’ve been craving.” You sigh, your words becoming just a whisper. “It’s sick… I know.” 

Did Ellie just hear you correctly? Are her fantasies becoming reality right before her eyes? All those nights at your window, watching you, craving you. You writhing under her as she pleased you in the one thing that made her feel like her true self. She watched as your face fell in despair, you were ashamed. There’s no need to be ashamed. 

She wasn’t aware that she said her thoughts aloud, not realizing it until you lifted up your head. 

You looked at her with a shocked expression, “You don’t think so?” 

“How could I?” She starts, “You know what I do. I have no room to judge anyone, plus I’ve wanted nothing more than this.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, did you hear her correctly? 

She continues on, “I’ve been dreaming about this moment forever. I wanted to tell you so many times but I didn’t know how. Your reaction was something I was scared of the most. But now that I know you want this, I’m ready to take the next step.” 

“What is the next step exactly?” You ask. 

Ellie’s soft expression changes in an instant, a smirk adorning her lips. 

“I make you mine.” 

You felt a slight pang of fear but not too much. Her words catered to your sick mind, they went straight to your core. She took slow steps towards you, as to test the waters on how you would react. You didn’t move an inch, letting her slowly make her way towards you. The grasp you had on the knife tightened in anticipation. When she came close enough she reached out to your hands, loosening your grasp from the knife she took it from you. Her eyes leave yours to study the object in her hands, the object she knew all too well. Her eyes darken as she grasps the handle, pointing the tip of the blade towards you now. The smirk never leaves her lips when she drags the tip of the blade lightly up your throat, stopping to tilt your chin up towards her. 

“You want to be mine right?” She asks. 

You bite your lip, “Only if you’ll allow it.” 

It was at this moment that you saw the true change in her eyes. The Ellie you once knew, the Ellie you grew up with wasn’t the Ellie in front of you now. This Ellie was different…darker…possessive. You wanted to know this version of her more than anything, the true her behind the mask. The person you dreamt of having for so long was finally yours and you were hers. It was at this moment that you knew there was no going back, the two of you now becoming one in her secret. You’d do anything for her, be anything for her. She felt the same, all those nights she watched you at your window. She’d get rid of anyone who tried to hurt you in any way, she’d protect you from any danger that dared to wander around you. God forbid she catches the ones that hurt you, they’d regret their last moments. 

Her eyes flickered back towards yours, keeping eye contact for just a moment before trailing around your face. They stop at your lips, how badly she’s wanted to kiss the plush skin for so long. She wastes no time and throws her knife to the side. Grabbing at the sides of your face she roughly presses her lips to yours. Your hands grasp at her shirt, kissing her back with just as much fervor. The kiss was far from innocent, teeth clashing and spit mixing, just how she liked it. She took your bottom lip in her teeth, pulling at the flesh and letting it flick back in place. Her lips lock back onto yours, you pull her closer by her shirt, needing to get as close as possible. 

She pulls back after a few seconds, you let out a whimper at the loss. Your eyes filled with desperation as you stared up at her. She coos at the sight, her thumb swiping the spit across your bottom lip. 

She licks her lips, “You gonna let me have you tonight?” 

You enthusiastically nod your head, “Y-yes.” You’re still shaken up by the sloppy kisses you two just shared. 

“Yeah? Gonna let me try something out on ya?” 

You continued to nod your head, you didn’t care what she did to you. You’d give her whatever she wanted if she asked, she knew this. Yet she still wants to make sure you’re okay with it. She then took your hands in hers, pulling you to stand up along with her, she then led you to the bed. She pushed you back onto it, you flopped onto the mattress waiting for her next move. She admired you for a moment before walking back by her pack, she grabbed the mask off the floor and slipped it on. 

“You want me to fuck you in this mask hm?” She asks. Not giving you time to reply she continues, “How much did you dream about this?” 

Your words were stuck in your throat, it was all too much but it was so fucking good. You had envisioned how your first night with Ghostface would play out. Staring into their mask, their fingers buried in you, giving you the utmost pleasure you craved. But this? This was better than anything you could have imagined. Especially when it was with the one woman you loved more than anything. 

She picked up her knife, twirling it in her hands. 

“I would use this but that persistent fucker had to ruin it for me.” She shook her head, the loose fabric at the ends swayed in the air. “Good thing I got another.” 

She walks over to her closet, digging around until she pulls out another Buck 120. She flips it over, checking out the shining blade and admiring it. She loved nothing more than her ol’ reliable knife. 

“Got this one as a back up, y'know just in case incidents like before happened. A slasher must always be prepared~” 

Her head looks up, the soulless black eyes staring into yours. You can hear the teasing tone in her voice when she talks to you. She’s well aware she has you wrapped around her finger, ready to do whatever she pleases. 

She stalks towards you, “I’m gonna fuck you with this knife now~.” Her hold on the knife now tighter, “Don’t worry baby it’s clean, haven’t killed anyone with this one…yet.” 

Your eyes widened, her words went straight to your core. You couldn’t help the little fidgets your body made as she slowly made her way towards you. You couldn’t see because of the mask but her eyes were trained on your thighs that clenched together in anticipation. You couldn’t help but rub them together, needing some sort of friction to relieve the heat building up between them. 

You couldn’t help but ask, “Which side?”

Ellie groaned at your question, “Fuck baby~ you want the blade? Are you that psycho for me?” 

You didn’t particularly want to be mutilated tonight, even though somewhere deep down in your fucked up brain the thought was there, you just wanted to make sure Ellie was on the same page. 

“Just curious…” You reply. 

She now stood in front of you, knife in her right hand. Her free hand comes up to rest on your knee, pushing it to the side to open your legs up for her. You can hear her heavy breaths through the mask. 

“As much as I wanna see you bleed, I don’t want it that way. That’s what your thighs are for.” 

Her hand strokes down your thigh, stopping midway to squeeze at the flesh. She brings her knife up to your skin, slicing it lightly enough to draw a tiny bit of blood. She flicks up the knife, her skills on display as she scoops the blood onto the blade, bringing it up to her mask and smearing it on the white rubber. She drags the knife down to the tip of the chin, tapping it against it a few times, as if in thought of what her next move is. You whimper at the sting of the cut, little droplets still flowing from it. She reaches up to smear the blood across your thigh, taking her time watching the way the red liquid spreads. 

“I’ve wanted to see you bleed for me so bad. S’Better than I ever imagined.” 

You bite your lip, holding back your whimpers as you wait impatiently for her next move. You wanted her to do something, to do anything to relieve the ache you felt. She turns the knife around in her hand, the grip pointing towards you. 

“I’m gonna fuck you with the handle instead. That way every time I slash someone I have a memory of you with me. It’ll be the only thing I’ll think about with my victims.” 

Her words flooded through your veins, firing up every cell in your body. You didn’t know she had such a way with her words, if she kept going you’d probably climax just from them alone. As much as her words had an effect on you, you wanted her to go along with her promise. 

“Please…just fuck me already Ellie.” You beg.

“Patience Doll~ You out of everyone should know I like to take my sweet time when it comes to my victims. But since you said please, I’ll give you what you want.” 

She sets the knife down next to you on the bed, her hands grip at the waistband of your shorts pulling them down. You were soaked, the fabric of your panties so wet that you could see the outline of your pussy. 

“Mmh so wet for me, all I did was speak to you and draw a little blood.” Her thumb presses into your slit, pushing against your juices. 

Her fingers hook into your panties pulling out the fabric, she then grabs her knife and cuts off your panties. You breath hitches at how close the blade was to your core, any closer and she would’ve cut you. Making you bleed for the second time that night. She chuckles at your reaction then shoves the panties into her back pocket, saving them for later. 

She pushes up your thigh, opening you up for her and lines up the knife handle to your entrance. She teases you, gliding the end of it up and down your slit collecting up your juices to lube up the knife. 

“You ready Doll?” She asks. 

You whisper out a yes as she slowly slides the handle into your pussy, watching you grip onto it. You can feel her push back on your thigh more, making you stretch so she can get a nice view of you. Even though it was happening in front of her she couldn’t believe you were sprawled out before her like this. She’d catch herself staring at her knife imagining how it would look against your skin, how much she craved to slide it through your folds. Now that she was here it was almost too much, but she didn’t let her excitement take control. She wanted to fully immerse herself in this experience, taking all of you in. From the scrunches of your brows to the curling of your toes, she wanted to see all of you. 

She carefully dragged out the knife, her hand delicately holding the blade. She pushes the handle in and out of you, setting a slow steady rhythm. You writhe under her touch, not being able to hold back your moans anymore, the cool handle adding to the pleasure. You grab onto her wrist, holding her tight. You look up at her mask and she catches your movements tilting up her head. You’re staring hard enough to see her eyes through the meshed fabric, seeing the darkness behind them. She’s wanted this just as much as you did and you’re so glad it’s her that’s giving you this much pleasure. As good as it felt you wanted more, the slow pace was killing you. In a way you felt like she was holding back, still too afraid to lose herself, scared that she might hurt you. 

“Ellie…” You moan out, she twists the knife slightly muttering a yes. 

“Please don’t hold back.” Her movements stop and you whine at her, “I want you to let yourself go, let Ghostface come out.” 

Ellie’s hand quivered at your words, were you sure? Once she’s in that mindset she’s gone, she doesn't wanna risk too much. Although her dark thoughts were always in the back of her mind, how badly she wanted to drill her knife into you and watch you squirm at her force. 

“Baby, are you sure? I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.” 

You loved when she called you that, “Yes, I’m sure. I want it this way, I’m begging you~.” 

You gave her wrist a reassuring squeeze and that was all she needed before the light in her switched. The Ellie you grew up with, knowing better than anyone is not the Ellie that’s in front of you now. That confirmation from you was all she needed to let her true side take control. It happened so fast you didn’t know how to react, Ellie had grabbed you and flipped you over. Making sure your ass was up in the air, almost hanging off the edge of the bed. You braced yourself on your hands, an oof coming out of your lips when she pushed your face down into the mattress. 

You felt a harsh smack on your ass, you moaned at the sting it left behind. She kneads the flesh after, spreading you open and admiring you from behind. Without second thought she reaches down to grab the knife, this time firmly grabbing it by the blade as she plunges the handle inside you once again. She wastes no time fucking you hard and fast, her knuckles white from how hard she holds onto the blade. 

“F-fuck Ellie!” You gasp out. 

You’re in ecstasy, loving the way her demeanor changed. She loses herself in you, focused on the handle pushing in and out of you, how your juices cover the handle and drip down the blade onto her hand. 

“You like that Doll? You’re taking this knife so well~ M’so proud of you.” 

Your moans grow louder by the second, you’re not able to hold back anymore, not that Ellie wants you to anyway. You grip the bed sheets tight, your face repeatedly pushing into the mattress at her relentless force. You knew she was strong but fuck not like this. You were never really on the receiving end of her strength to truly know but now that you were you could see why no one stood a chance against her. She slaps at your ass again before she brings her free hand down to rub circles against your clit causing you to cry out. If she kept fucking you this way it wouldn’t take long for you to reach your high. 

“Shit-” You heard her whisper. 

You whip your head to the side to look at her. You can see her head tilt up to look back at you, she suddenly took her hand off your clit to reach up and tear off her mask. Her hair was a mess, tangled and stuck to her face in other spots from her sweat. Her eyes were blown wide, a harsh darkness to them you’ve never seen before and her lips. Her lips were red and plush from how much she bit them at the sight of you. You were a masterpiece to her, this was all she ever wanted. When she pushed her hair out of the way you noticed the blood that smeared along her forehead. She saw your eyes on her hand and gave you a lopsided smile, her hand going back down to rub at your clit once more. 

“Fuckin’ you so hard I cut myself.” She laughs darkly, “You don’t mind right?” 

Well fuck-

Your eyebrows scrunched together at her words, “No!” You moaned. “Don’t mind.” 

You could barely form sentences from how good she was making you feel, she knew this and she reveled in that fact. A cocky smirk on her lips as her eyes watched the way you squirmed and stuttered under her. She could give less of a fuck that she’s bleeding, your pleasure being the only thing that matters. It didn’t take much longer for you to feel the build up in the pit of your stomach, you were close. 

“Ellie I’m so close, please don’t stop~”

“Don’t plan on it Doll~” Ellie replies, speeding up her movements, if that were even possible. 

You bury your face into the mattress but then you feel a harsh smack to your clit. 

“I wanna hear your moans Sweetheart, don’t hide them from me now.” 

You nod your head rapidly, tears are starting to form in your eyes from all the pleasure you’re experiencing. Who would’ve thought you’d be right here, experiencing the one thing you wanted the most, you never thought your day would end up like this. You’re thankful nonetheless, this is exactly what you wanted and you wouldn’t want anyone else doing it to you. 

It didn’t take long until you reached your high. 

“Ahh~ I’m cumming!” 

Your back arched more, pulling at the sheets so hard they come undone from the edges. Ellie doesn’t slow down her movements either, ignoring the pain in her hand she keeps sliding the knife in and out of you. She watched as your juices flowed down onto the blade and her hand, mixing in with her blood. It made her moan out loud, a sight she’d never forget. 

“Mmm cum for me Doll, just like that. I wanna see your juices on my blade.” 

She helps you ride out your orgasm and your legs start to tremble. She chuckles at the state you’re in and slowly pulls the blade out of your pussy, watching your sticky juice strings stick to the handle. You watch her bring up the knife to her lips, sucking your juices off the handle, you whimper at her actions. When she’s done she throws the knife to the floor, her hands back onto you she spreads her blood up your thigh and onto your ass cheek as she gives you one last squeeze. You’re panting as you turn yourself over to lay on your back, she helps you lie down with a dark smile. She loves how she got you to this point, as much as she’d like to do it again she decides to save it for another night. 

She reaches over to give your hand a quick squeeze saying she’ll be right back as she walks over to her bathroom. After a few moments she comes back with a wet towel, a cloth is tied around her hand to stop the blood from flowing. She walks over to you and wipes away all the blood and cum off your body, giving soothing strokes to your skin afterwards. 

“So…” Ellie starts, “You gonna turn me in?” 

You can’t help the snort that comes out of your throat, “Fuck off.” 

“Is that a no, or?” She questions a knowing smile on her lips. 

“I let you fuck me with your knife, do you think I’m gonna turn you in?” 

She laughs at your response, “Just fuckin’ with ya.” 

She climbs into the bed lying next to you, throwing the towel onto the floor, she faces you and strokes your cheek with the back of her knuckles. You look over at her with tired eyes and a warm smile, she really does switch up fast. 

The two of you wrap up in each other's arms for the rest of the night. You ask all about her time as Ghostface, wanting to know every gory detail and she tells you it all. After a few hours of chatting you both lay in silence, content in each others presence. 

Ellie speaks up first, “So…about that pizza?”

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RAVIOLIII!! I hope you all enjoyed my fic!! I thank you all for reading my content! I have more on the way but I will be taking a small break to work on my drag projects I got going on!! As always any feedback is appreciated as I always want to level up my writing. Thank you all for being patient with me!! You Beauties~ have a wonderful day/night!!

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I’m crossfaded right now but I need diff Jake x pregnant reader a combination and angst, fluff and smut I literally don’t care what it is please !! It will make the wake and bake hit

I'm so fuckin deranged. In so sorry for this. This is so evil. I went down an angsty route with this one. I wrote this to be a sequel to "Who am I to Love you"

It rots within him. A thorny, prickly weed burrowing itself in the thick of his mind. It pricks and prods at his thoughts, trickling down his spine in a sickly plague.

He bides the long days with time in the ocean. Learning the ways of the metkayina and spending time with his children. He's braiding seagrass when his mind crawls back to the metkayinas soul tree. The tree where he'd seen Neteyam soon after his death.

He wonders if you're there too.

"Daddy, you're not braiding it right." Tuk scolds from beside him, taking over the thick weed and finishing the fishtail with a knot at the end.

"Sorry, Tuk," Jake doesn't go to the tree.

—

"I know you're thinking of her." Neytiri speaks through a sigh, cutting pieces of fruit. She places her knife down to rest a hand on Jake's back.

"Thinking of who?" Jake hardly acknowledges her, finishing a thread of grass, cinching the dried weed into a fold.

"Dont–" Neytiri takes a sharp inhale through her nose. "Don't even."

Jake drops the padded grass to turn to her, "what?" He shrugs, "what do you want me to say?" He stands up to pace around the length of the hammock.

"My Jake," she speaks softly, massaging the skin of her arm in an attempt to comfort herself.

"You want me to go talk to her?" He points outward to the ocean, and Neytiri drops her head in defeat, braids swaying side to side. "You want me to go pour my heart out to my dead mate–

"Our." She chokes under her breath.

It's begin to rain.

"Y-you want me to attach myself to her again? Attach myself to the one thing that I can't come back from? If i go there, i won't leave." He shakes his head solemnly. "God only knows how hard it's been fr'me to not take a knife to my fuckin' throat." Jake's voice croaks and blubbers.

Neytiri looks up at him under her lashes. A deepened blue shadows her features, and her honey eyes run an amber heat to them. She stands up and meets him eye to eye.

Jake's crying.

"She was my mate too, Jake." There's a sickly hiss to the way his name is spit from her tongue. "Not just yours," her ears flatten back and her canines bear, "you suffer in silence, but I will not."

He watches her leave.

—

It's late past eclipse when Neytiri returns home. Wet footsteps make their way into the hammock and a breeze pulls him from his light sleep before she slots herself against his back.

Neytiri presses a kiss to the base of his neck, thumbing his braid gently.

"She misses you."

She knows he's awake. He knows that she knows. Even so, he doesn't say anything.

—

He waits along the surrounding rocks of the tree of souls for hours. Fiddling with sheets of rock and coral that spots the ground as though it were weeds.

He thinks about going back to the clan. Back to his children, back to his mate, and back to his home. And a part of him thinks back to the forest and the years before neytam had been born. He thinks back to you.

It's not a long swim to reach the sprouting limbs of the tree, making the bond with shaky hands.

There's a moment of darkness before the forest surrounds him. He walks through the heavy brush and thick plants, running the tips of his fingers over the small flowers that litter the forest. He remembers the flower crowns you'd made for him. He wishes that the petals would live forever. Instead, they rot away, trapped in a chest hidden within the hammock. They lost their color long ago.

"Jake?" Your voice calls to him near the pond, and he can see you as he rounds a thick tree.

"Hi, honey," he whispers. His voice is quiet and soft. He thinks he might cry.

You're glowing under the rays of sun that glitter along the forest floor. Capturing you in their wake and painting an almost infinite image of you.

You run to him, jumping into his arms so quickly he doesn't have time to react before the both of you fall to the floor. "I missed you!" You squeal through a giggle.

"Woah," Jake chuckles lightly, "missed you too, kid." He kisses your temple, wrapping his arms around you loosely as you laugh into his chest.

Rolling off of him with a giggle, you land on your back beside him, arms and legs outstretched through the thick blades of grass that tickle your thighs.

Jake props himself onto an elbow beside you, tracing over your soft features, taking in the glow of your excitement with a warm smile.

"I never see you anymore." You say, lifting a hand to trace your finger over the outline of a few clouds thay scatter the sky. "Are you mad at me?"

Jake physically recoils at your question, scoffing at the idea that you could ever do anything wrong, let alone lead him to be cross with you.

"No, I'm–I'm not mad at you," he follows it with a laugh, brows furrowing. He watches you roll to your side, meeting his eyes.

"Then why don't you see me?"

"It's not–"

"Neytiri comes to see me all the time. She's made bracelets with me, and she's so excited to have another baby!" You scrunch your nose in glee.

A lump crawls up Jake's throat and plants itself there. He nearly chokes on it.

"M'sure she is–"

"Do you not want another baby?"

The genuine innocence in your voice makes Jake want to scream. He wants to rip his hair out and bite his lips until they bleed and choke on his tongue and sit at the bottom of the shallow water until he just falls asleep there.

You don't know about Neyetam.

"Jake," you stroke the soft of his jaw softly, and his eyes fill with tears. "Are you okay?"

He doesn't even realize he's crying until you're cupping his face in your small hands.

"M'so scared, baby." Jake's voice shakes under the weight of his fear. It cracks, and it bubbles over.

You aren't quite sure what's happening, settling on pulling yourself closer to your mate, letting him hold you to him.

There's a long while of quiet, only filled by the soft strokes of Jake's hand along your stomach as he presses kisses to the back of your ear.

"Thinking of any names fr'the little squirt?" Jake asks, voice hoarse as he massages his thumb over your belly button.

You shake your head. "I was hoping you and Neytiri could figure something out. Maybe a mix of both of you guys' names?" You pull at your bottom lip.

Jake nods, eyes falling from your own to your lips. He kisses you gently, stroking a hand over your cheek and the other at your hip.

When you pull apart, he holds you in his lap again. "I like that idea," he offers, kissing your shoulder.

You nod, "what did you mean earlier?" You fiddle with your anklet, tracing the engrained 'J'.

"What do you mean?" Jake shrugs through a hum.

"When you said you were scared."

"Oh."

—

Jake tells you about Neteyam. He tells you about the metkayina. He tells you about the forest and the sky people and your ikran that still follows him around like a lost puppy.

He tells you about the ocean and the pretty talkun that come in waves and about Ronal and how the two of you'd be friends.

He tells you about how big Tuk's gotten and how much trouble Loak still causes. He tells you about Kiri and Eywa. He doesn't tell her about how Tuk braids exactly like you do, or how Kiri's picked up on your mannerisms, or the fact that Loak subconsciously still leaves extra pieces of food for you.

Jake sits with you for hours, letting you trickle and trace lines with the tips of your fingers over the stripes that litter his arms and ribs.

He lets you sing to him, and he hunts with you for the night.

And it's only when he's completely certain that you've fallen asleep that he pulls himself from the root of the tree.

He does so with a heaviness as he makes his way back to the clan. Back to the hammock and back to Neytiri and back to the rotted petals and braided flower crowns.

He knows you won't remember when he comes back to visit — if he comes back at all.

[architectureandfilmblog]

The villa of Commandant Höss: a "paradise" which shared a wall with Auschwitz.

ARCHITECTURE OF GENOCIDE: THE ZONE OF INTEREST (2023)

Before I saw this film, I'd assumed that it would illustrate the way architecture can be used to facilitate denial or self-deception. Like PARASITE (2019), in which one - in that case wholly fictional - family creates a lavish domestic retreat from which they can't see the overcrowding, poverty and suffering that surrounds them. But although Hedwig Höss speaks of planting vines to cover the wall they share with Auschwitz, there's no pretending this neighbour isn't there. The Höss's live in a pristine 1937 villa, with a manicured garden where they have parties and their children swim in a pool, and this juxtaposition is chilling. But they can still see the chimneys, and hear the screams, and nobody is denying what's next door.

This is one of the most horrifying movies I've seen, and that's due to the banality of the domestic scenes. We aren't watching a stereotypically deranged mass murderer, or even a psychopathic commandant at work inside the camp. Instead we see a comfortable house, a beautiful garden, two parents who love one another and their children. And who've somehow been able to assimilate the fact that millions are being murdered behind their garden wall.

The film is based loosely on a novel, but also on research into the lives of the real Höss's. A replica was built of their villa and garden, only metres from where the real home still stands. It's suggested that the real Rudolf and Hedwig considered themselves homesteaders, reclaiming rural territory for the 'master race', as was the Nazi ideal. In the film, Hedwig repeatedly emphasises the role of building and grounds as a status symbol. Their villa had been taken from its Polish owners and architecturally altered to fit the Höss's image. Most of the items inside would have been plundered from Jewish homes, and others, such as stools, and the wheelbarrow full of smaller seized items, would have been custom-made by prisoners. This isnt a home that is genteel in spite of the camp next door. On the contrary, everything about it, down to the fur coat on Hedwig's back, exists as a result of persecution and genocide.

The Zone was an exclusion area of over 40 sq. km around the camp, created after Poles and Jews were expelled from nearby villages. It's jarring how idyllic it appears in the film, with meadows, birdsong, a gently babbling river. While obviously not as horrifying as human apathy, the indifference of a place to the evil it houses is disconcerting, especially if you're in a profession like architecture or urban design, where places are thought to be somehow expressive of what occurs within them. We do see the horror occasionally seep beyond camp walls - a practiced scramble to leave sun loungers as crematoria smoke seeps into the garden, a wash of ash infiltrating the picturesque river.

It's likely that the filmmakers were using the extreme example of this family to remind us of our own ability to become apathetic and desensitised to the suffering of strangers, particularly when we feel our personal safety and comfort may be threatened. (Current campaigns to essentially criminalise poverty in the form of homelessness in certain cities, come to mind). Obviously the murder of millions is an evil on a completely different scale, and I have to believe that 99% of us wouldnt be capable of the Höss's actions, but it's a chilling and worthwhile reminder nonetheless.

[ravenlly]

TSAMS & LAES Fanfic/Short Story Ideas

So I decided to dump my fanfic ideas here!! Most, if not all, of these particular ones, will be short stories that I'll probably post both here and on A03.

Ruin X Earth AU

I've come to love this ship ever since the whole fiasco with Moon using star power and Ruin protecting her and being concerned for her. I might do a whole writeup on this but I feel like the dynamic would be interesting!

I feel like Ruin would be showing concern for Earth and she'd feel conflicted. She'd probably try to keep brushing him off and force herself to feel angry at him but wouldn't be able to. He'd probably become a bit of a flirt too and she'd find herself falling for him against her will. (Enemies to lovers but not really 'cause Ruin doesn't see her as an enemy so it's one-sided.)

(Also, for angst purposes and ship purposes, Monty might die in this story.)

Eclipse's Intervention AU

Basically, an AU where Earth sits Eclipse the hell down when he's in constant pain and is dying and is stern with him and sorta forces him to rest and do her best to help him recover. It's one of the less angstier stories in my roster and more focused on a fluffy build-up of Earth and Eclipse's friendship.

Ruin's First Kill

This would just be a story of what I think Ruin felt when he had to make his first kill under his deranged persona.

Sun's Intervention AU

Basically, Sun truly turns to alcohol in this AU and needs an intervention from someone. Probably would during the current events that are going on right now. Maybe an x reader fic. Maybe platonic with someone else in the show, like maybe even Earth or Lunar. Maybe have that freaky Miku do it because Sun would honestly be embarrassed if she was right all along and it'd be a wake-up call for sure XD

Evil "Princess" Earth AU

No, this fic wouldn't be about the "Evil Earth" we saw in one episode. This Earth would definitely be more evil when compared to her (as that Earth was supposed to be as evil as an Earth could get...but this is a rant for another post)! Instead, this would be a story about Earth truly becoming evil. It would take place after Solar's death and would involve Eclipse as well.

Earth would become evil for one reason or another (I haven't decided which event would cause it) and Eclipse, who has grown to care for her, would become extremely loyal in this story and would be her "knight", so to speak, and an executioner of sorts. He would do anything for her here...even kill if he had to.

Bonus Possibility: Ruin X His Roxanne

This would be a fanfic about my theory where he got with his Roxy in his own universe and lost her due to the Creator. I still like the thought of this being a tragic love tale. Might merge this with his First Kill story? Not sure. Iffy on writing anything too detailed about his past because I wanna know more about it before making shipping fanfics. Just for curiosity reasons. (And to not get my hopes up lol).

[goodolddumbbanana]

I feel like the show is set up to Old Moon Vs New Moon and Old Moon with a little bit of Sun (because honestly, bet the writers only let Sun screams and let the people do the job because Sun always views as useless) Vs Dark Sun. But I honestly want to see a scene, when New Moon greets Sun again after being deranged for so long. It would be delicious if it was the time New Moon only tried to get something in Sun's home and Sun accidentally walked in, unarmed, without anyone even Jack around.

Can you imagine what Sun would feel like in that moment? To see a version of your brother, the one whom you got so used to loved, gone insane and now corporate with an evil version of yourself, possibly trying to kill your family or rule the world?

Because here he is, New Moon, standing in front of you, with emotionless on his face, mocking you like you guys never have any emotions or attachment for each other.

"Why would I care if I hurt you guys, Sun? Didn't you guys just replace me with an Old one? Didn't I just a replacement, a copy, to help you guys to do some things that you are too stupid and useless to do it yourself?"

And you see how the man who wears your brother's face, seems more happy than he ever was when he stayed with you, (like the time he hangs out with Solar ) And you just realized a hard truth, that you would never ever enough for him, that he doesn't concede you as a threat like another. In fact, he just replaces you without another and seems so proud of that.

I don't want Sun just trying to talk things out to New Moon. I want him to take action, and blast New Moon just like he did it with Bloodmoon v1. But this time, Sun's action is not because of his uncontrollable rage, but because he is finally done.

I want Sun to hurt New Moon, and kill a little bit of himself because of that. I want Sun to feel hollow, the type of hollow when you have already drained all of your emotions, when you just realized none of this matters, and it would not be like the first time when Sun accidentally killed Moon, that he feels like everything is his fault and he has to stone by doing something.

No, i want Sun to cry, but still looking hard into New Moon's eyes, and tell New Moon that, no, Sun is not going to kill him, and New Moon doesn't deserve to get off the hook that easily. I want Sun to drag New Moon back to his family by chain and screaming, to force him to say sorry with every person he has hurt. I want Sun to Lock him up again, but this time, they are in it together, because that is exactly what New Moon did for him.

I want Sun to grow cold enough to realize he can do what he wants to keep his family in one piece. I want him to get the chance and courage to choose, and not fill himself with anxiety while doing it.

I want this to be the endgame, Sun vs New Moon, and I want after Sun capture New Moon and beat the hell out of him, they will slowly become brothers again.

Because that is love. That is the meaning of family. You can never abandon them, not even when you try to do so.

Lunar disowned Eclipse, but still he finds comfy in Solar, and slowly has a stable but awkward relationship with Eclipse. Sun and Moon hated Creator so much, and the same goes with Creator, he just thought of them as a failure and subjects, but, Sun still calls Creator as father, and Creator wants Sun's cat to call him grandpa.

You have changed, but I have changed too.

I know I should let you go, but you still keep a piece of my heart.

So by the end of the fate's string, hands in hands, I'm still gonna drag you down.

We will live in hellhole together, whether you like it or not, until you realise how damaged you have been and say the word I need.

Knowing how I would never could let you go, I can't help but hate you and myself because of that.

After times and times, I slowly realize, I love New Moon. I love that he is so nice at first, and slowly gone crazy, all because of himself. Strangely, I love the concept of him, more than the Old Moon. Wonder why...

Because of that, after New Moon to get his head out of his ass, maybe a very long time and I hope he would not get killed or become permanently enemies like Eclipse, he would realize how screwed he did to Sun and his family, and make up for that hard.

Or at least talk with them again and they become family.

[cto10121]

Twilight Clown Takes—Part 7

Featuring Twilight being both queer and homophobic, more deranged Rosalie fan dumb, and a random simping for Sarah J. Maas. On nom nom away

Twilight Is Homophobic AND Queer!!1!!

Or…and I’m just throwing it out there…Twilight is a romance and the romance genre are notoriously heterosexual???? To the point where one of its nastier tropes is the predatory gay villain (looking at you, Outlander)????

Hell, even now the number of homosexual characters in romances are low, mostly just limited to supporting characters. I suppose it’s improved in recent years, but even in fantasy romance you get, like, Mor from ACOTAR.

At least Clown OP has the self-awareness to know they are indeed writing fanfic.

But regarding the “Edward/Bella would never last and they would get divorced!!” clownery…what canonical basis is there even???? They could barely last six months apart without having a complete nervous breakdown. Yes, they are blinded by their own insecurities and delusions, but they eventually communicate and resolve their issues fairly easily. Their love proves greater and helps them overcome these.

You would think Kristen Stewart would have an easier time playing Bella if she were so obviously bi-coded. Instead we got the most awkward and ill-fitting performance of a major character in years, to the point where her version of the character is among the most hated film characters—ever. Part of it is definitely the stupid script and questionable direction, but there is also a matter of casting type. Bella is a modernized romance heroine while Stewart is a grounded indie actress who at BEST can play a major fantasy heroine—a more emotionally intelligent version of Katniss. Perhaps an animated TV show will be beneficial in that respect, in actually casting for the character.

Rosalie Fan Dumb

Bella: *wants to be a vampire*

Rosalie: How dare you, an autonomous individual different from me, make a completely different choice than what I would make!!!1!! 😡

Clown OP: Complexity 😍

Seriously, we have got to have a long talk about this fandom’s idealization of Rosalie resenting Bella her own autonomy and pissing on her own choices. Edward literally has the exact same position as Rosalie (except that homeboy doesn’t hate Bella for it and understands why) but he is criticized so much more harshly. What the hell is going on?

Also, Bella was gung-ho on becoming a vampire anyway, so this pregnancy did not change her plans in the slightest. Hell, it was her plan to get changed right after birthing Renesmee, so it was all on her terms. Let’s not pretend she was at any point coerced into vampirism! For all this whinging about Bella’s agency, it’s the anti fandom itself that refuses to acknowledge it.

Except that in Midnight Sun we do see Rosalie’s hostility from Edward’s POV and boy, is it super petty and irrational—she cannot even stand to be in the same room as Bella! It’s completely juvenile, which is well, par de course for vampires frozen in their adolescent state.

But again we have the victim blaming. Bella’s existence doesn’t endanger the Cullens; it’s the Cullens’ existence that endangers Bella, as Edward correctly notes and angsts about. The only way Bella endangers the Cullens is that she knows their secret—but of course, she would never tell, so it’s moot point. It’s not even on the table after the car accident scene.

Sarah J. Maas? You mean the author with prose like unseasoned rice? You mean the author with 80% of the most boring ass worldbuilding and 20% actual erotic sex scenes, her actual strength? You mean the author who literally turned her first love interest evil and stripped him of all his personality in the sequel just so that her female MC could end up with the fan favorite antagonist (who drugged her and made her dance suggestively in front of people)? That Sarah J. Maas? A better writer than Meyer? Really????

[pileofsith]

I finally went to watch Kenobi, it was fun and nicer than I expected.

Random jumble of thoughts for the first episode:

I loved the Tatooine critters: the horned mouse that looks like a jackalope (species name?) + Obi-Wan's eopie is such a darling

The haggling Jawa was also super cute!

The butcher's place where Obi-Wan works is unsanitary, the workers leave the meat and it just sits there right under Tatooine's suns until the other shift arrives?

The three-inquisitors-enter-a-bar scene was awkward rather than foreboding

Look I'd have handed myself over rather than sit in utter silence while everyone's happy meals got cold as the Grand Inquisitor did his evil monologue/yelp review of the cantina, pardon, the saloon

Tatooine gets bad rep, look how protective everyone was to the fugitive Jedi, I thought some dodgy cantina visitor would immediately rat him out, but nope, all good neighbours <3

Sometimes a family is a mum, a dad, a kid and a tired Jedi Master spying on them from a distance and leaving behind toys like a deranged desert Santa

Reva's voice is somehow exactly how I imagined it, and the overly dramatic intonation works way better for her than the Pau'an

she's actually really a bit unhinged, this is fun

The other inquisitors are so 😑 faced around Reva, not sure if embarrassed or vaguely traumatised?

I don't know what aspect of her modus operandi is such a reason for concern: is she too raw in her threats, is there an unspoken code not to harrass civilians too much, she's just being too efficient while the other two wanted to draw the whole thing out so they could fatten up their mission reports, or something else?

Love how the Fifth Brother politely lets her do her thing with increasing concern in his face, until it's time to gently step in and stop mass murder.

Cool how both Skywalker kids are shown to be doing kid stuff like running off to play and being comfortable around their parents, it's nice, different locations but both have a happy childhood!

Greatest tragedy of Alderaan being blown up: we never get to see Queen Leia bossing around her drippy cousin Throckmorton or whatever his name is

[seokmins]

"there was once an elf... and a prince..."

➳ a song of jaded petals and viridity for @moonbinscirera ♡

hellow ran, darling!!! i'm your secret carat gifter <3 i hope the end of the year treats you well and that only good health and happiness is sent your way! i can't wait to talk more and see what other albums you'll serial buy as well as getting to see more of your pretty artwork 💖 i wanted to make you something tapestry-like for a fantasy au haha idk but it was fun to make because it reminds me of you ~ the title is supposed to be a play on rose quartz and serenity 😂😭 i also wrote a little concept excerpt below 🙈 i hope you enjoy~

➳ 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔧𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔳𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔶

There was once an elf... and a prince... Both of their souls were crafted and born beneath the stars. One settled its roots deep within the rich soils of the Emerald Canopy among the dew drops glistening like jewels; the other forged its worth emblazoned on brilliant stone and metal for the strength of the Malachite Empire. These two souls walked a parallel life. Different ambitions, perseverances, and close companions kept them apart until their paths had no choice but to converge. For the wily goddess and her astute diligence took great care in knitting together a woven tapestry of their fates with her spools of red thread. It mattered not, how different the moon was from the sun. The elf was a skilled healer. His ability to stitch together broken skin was as equally impressive as his proficiency in slicing it open. With knives of silver dancing between his fingertips, the Jadeite Warrior's battle stance never failed to inspire a performance filled with awe for onlookers — unless it was his blade tipped in poison pointed at your neck. As the remaining sole survivor of the empire's brutal massacre, the elf stumbled across the young Prince of Malachite at the hour of daylight. The time when sunbeams frolic across the glade to thwart the unseen evils lurking in the shadows. Those very dangers concealed as harmless plants ensnared the prince, mortally wounding him. It took every shred of strength left in his lithe frame to escape their deadly vines and make it to the seemingly peaceful glen. Unaware of the twirling knife and surly gaze pausing every so often to analyze the most vulnerable spots on his body. There were plenty. Though the elf does not harm the prince. Curiosity overtakes his senses, more puzzled at the stupidity of why a human would brave such perils? And for what cost? He heals the prince — just enough to inquire about such things. Only to discover that the flames and ferocity that once annihilated those he loved will change trajectory, becoming a raging inferno that burns down the very empire itself. But that fire is flickering out. The prince is frail. Much weaker beyond the grievous bodily injuries inflicted by the forest's ruthless guardians. The only heir to the throne is dying. A terrible illness from birth. In his first and final battle, the prince is searching for a divine healer to strengthen his cause. Or a deranged warrior that will set off the hungry ignition powerful enough to devour the heinous empire alive. The goddess laughs. Red strings tug and tangle at the ends as the beings she created struggle in vain. In mortality. But their fate is set in stone, spun by the delicate threads wrapped seamlessly around her fingertips. A curse or a blessing? She wonders, with a sly glint in her star-filled eyes, what they will deign their destiny as in the legends that will be passed down to countless generations to follow. For who knows what is to come when the moon eclipses the sun?

[edenmemes]

misc poetry sentence starters

❝  one gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.  ❞ ❝  you remind me what love lives in this skin.  ❞ ❝  you are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream.  ❞ ❝  i’m not telling you a story so much as a shipwreck—the places floating, finally legible.  ❞ ❝  the world was made so we can find each other in it.  ❞ ❝  the night isn’t dark; the world is dark. stay with me a little longer.  ❞ ❝  i want you desperately. i want your strength and your softness, your hands, all of you.  ❞ ❝  is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?  ❞ ❝  against your cheek my hand is warm and full of tenderness.  ❞ ❝  the world grows green again when you smile.  ❞ ❝  your share of pains would fill a sea.  ❞ ❝  i’m so stuck on the ‘was’ of people.  ❞ ❝  what i love in you is your power of loving, a bit wild, a bit primitive, but absolute.  ❞ ❝  i like figuring you out. you are so human and puzzling.  ❞ ❝  the unwillingness to try is worse than any failure.  ❞ ❝  you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.  ❞ ❝  i did violence to my own heart.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth.  ❞ ❝  like a magpie, i am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales and dead languages.  ❞ ❝  and here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue.  ❞ ❝  you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry.    only the sun has come this close, only the sun.  ❞ ❝  sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you’ve been ruined.  ❞ ❝  when will it cease, this monstrous rage of yours?  ❞ ❝  i will plant my hands in the garden. i will grow, i know, i know.  ❞ ❝  i had it all and i want it back again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.  ❞ ❝  we are two reflections that cross swords with each other.  ❞ ❝  as for me, i am a watercolour. i wash off.  ❞ ❝  do you dare send me away as though you were were waiting for something better?  ❞ ❝  my dear, you are in danger of being burned by your own flame.  ❞ ❝  i am three oceans away from my soul.  ❞ ❝  you, occasionally, glimmer with a light i’ve never seen before. it frightens me.  ❞ ❝  i went to sleep last night so i could see you.  ❞ ❝  even the eyes of gods must adjust to light. even gods have gods.  ❞ ❝  how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?  ❞ ❝  it does me no good to be good to me now.  ❞ ❝  i may look alright, but if you were to look more closely you wouldn’t find a single healthy bit in me.  ❞ ❝  i must clothe myself in other worlds.  ❞ ❝  suffering is the privilege of those who feel.  ❞ ❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞ ❝  the vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. when you lose that, you’ve lost everything.  ❞ ❝  i can be bold, because i have you with me always.  ❞ ❝  you are shaking fists and trembling teeth. i know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind.  ❞ ❝  not that i want to be a god or a hero, just to change into a tree,  grow for ages, not hurt anyone.  ❞ ❝  i laughed today. for a second i was unhaunted.  ❞ ❝  you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed.  ❞ ❝  there’s something electric in your blood.  ❞ ❝  you say you are broken,   but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.  ❞ ❝  time doesn’t obey our commands.  ❞ ❝  i love you quite passionately, and with a touch of tragedy.  ❞ ❝  to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked.  ❞ ❝  i love you --- like a storm bursts overhead --- i must confess it; all the more fiercely because you burn and bite.  ❞ ❝  and i have seen rivers, not unlike you, that failed to find their way back.  ❞ ❝  i am less a god now that you’ve touched me.  ❞ ❝  your words are gentle; but my blood runs cold to think what plots you may be nursing deep within your heart.  ❞ ❝  you said i killed you --- haunt me then.  ❞ ❝  your soul is frail and solemn, loyal and spring-like.  ❞ ❝  you look like you’ve eaten the sun, like you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it.  ❞ ❝  strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.  ❞ ❝  you will hear thunder and remember me.  ❞ ❝  ever think it’s possible for us to be happy?  ❞ ❝  and i would wonder across all the deserts of this world, even after death, to search for you.  ❞ ❝  since we’re bound to be something, why not together?  ❞ ❝  i am ashes were once i was fire.  ❞ ❝  this mouth will destroy you the moment you mistake it for something soft, for something that is yours.  ❞ ❝  it’s no easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness.  ❞ ❝  kill the light! i’d rather wallow in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i have thought of you often since the darkness.  ❞ ❝  with your presence the sun becomes irrelevant.  ❞ ❝  there is no god left in this skin. there’s just the ash. just the ash.  ❞ ❝  open your eyes, look more sharply, see me as i am.  ❞ ❝  what the hell is tragedy? i am.  ❞ ❝  i’ve got a lot of feeling for you. you’re kind.  ❞ ❝  how beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break.  ❞ ❝  so much to do today: kill memory, kill pain, turn heart into a stone, and yet prepare to live again.  ❞ ❝  i am myself. that is not enough.  ❞ ❝  i may be mad, god-seized, but i will stand outside my madness.  ❞ ❝  my power, which to me is still a curse ---  ❞ ❝  ocean sea with its caressing swell; it has so often cooled my heart.  ❞ ❝  do you bathe in perfume, and dry yourself in light?  ❞ ❝  i like you; your eyes are full of language.  ❞ ❝  let me tell you what i do know.    i am more than one thing and not all of those things are good.  ❞ ❝  you are the cause and the cure --- both.  ❞ ❝  i have kisses for the back of your neck.  ❞ ❝  your beautiful glance is unbearably cruel.  ❞ ❝  we might meet again, someday between dreams at dawn.  ❞ ❝  suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys.  ❞ ❝  lately it hurts more to imagine you are a stranger rather than a destroyer.  ❞ ❝  and i say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness.  ❞ ❝  since you walked out on me, i’m getting lovelier by the hour. i glow like a corpse in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i will not whine. i will obey and be forever still.  ❞ ❝  you move like the moon.  ❞ ❝  my eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears.  ❞ ❝  in your eyes, the fires of twilight.  ❞ ❝  do not haunt my soul; i have done well forgetting you.  ❞ ❝  i am no one. i cannot love. it’s in my blood.  ❞ ❝  you’re wearing your armor to protect your heart. who can blame you? it only makes sense in a world like this one.  ❞ ❝  you are not real. you are a dream of a dream.  ❞ ❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞ ❝  i am indeed a shameless, evil-minded and abominable creature.  ❞ ❝  come this evening --- i am eager for stars.  ❞ ❝  i am on fire with that soft sound you make, in uttering my name.  ❞ ❝  i want you mostly in the morning when my soul is weak from dreaming.  ❞ ❝  to me you are the desert and the sea; everything secretive.  ❞ ❝  i thought i was wounded to the core but i was only bruised.  ❞ ❝  it is a dead heart. it is inside of me. it is a stranger.  ❞ ❝  i live --- but i’m mutilated.  ❞ ❝  if there is a light then i am going to swallow it.    if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.  ❞ ❝  i am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other.  ❞ ❝  you will open your wounds and make them a garden.  ❞ ❝  i come home --- and i feel like a ghost returning its haunt.  ❞ ❝  i planted roses, but without you they were thorns.  ❞ ❝  everything inside me is in revolt.  ❞ ❝  how this darkness soaks me through and through.  ❞ ❝  give me my robe, put on my crown; i have immortal longings in me.  ❞ ❝  say something dangerous like i love you.  ❞ ❝  listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?  ❞ ❝  in times of crisis, we must decide again and again whom we love.  ❞ ❝  breathe the scent of little, earthly things. let the twilight touch you.  ❞ ❝  my heart is just like the ocean, has storm and calm and tides.  ❞ ❝  you became for me a sacred being, not to be touched save in adoring thoughts.  ❞ ❝  gods are stubborn. so am i.  ❞ ❝  is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?  ❞ ❝  there’s something soft in me. i killed it and it’s rotting.  ❞ ❝  beware. beware. there is a tenderness.  ❞ ❝  half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. real gods require blood.  ❞ ❝  i’m alive. like a wound, a flower in the flesh, the path of aching blood is open within me.  ❞ ❝  you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.  ❞ ❝  i have it in me...to scare myself with my own desert places.  ❞ ❝  my mouth still houses century-old magic.     in my ears i hear a ringing and singing and no god.  ❞ ❝  keep talking. i’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.  ❞ ❝  i’m full of poetry now. rot and poetry. rotten poetry.  ❞ ❝  this skin is sick with loneliness.  ❞ ❝  memories are sharp. they bite. i have spent most of my life trying to grow a thicker skin just to make sure i would not bleed out whenever i felt those teeth scrape up against me.  ❞ ❝  i wonder if i will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.  ❞ ❝  after fury, what do you do with the remains?  ❞ ❝  come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can’t just stand on it.  ❞ ❝  let’s admit, without apology, what we do together.  ❞ ❝  try to find the right place for yourself. if you can’t find it, at least dream of it.  ❞ ❝  it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations.  ❞ ❝  i am too full of life to be half-loved.  ❞ ❝  today you want nothing because wanting comes too close to feeling.  ❞ ❝  there’s nothing more terrible, more alluring, more mysterious than love.  ❞ ❝  heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile.  ❞ ❝  my soul is devoutly and wholly under your spell.  ❞ ❝  will you see the human in my being?  ❞ ❝  if i had a flower for every time i thought of you…i could walk through my garden forever.  ❞ ❝  part broken part whole, you begin again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know if love’s a feeling. sometimes i think it’s a matter of seeing. seeing you.  ❞ ❝  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness?  ❞ ❝  whether you come as a lover or an exeutioner, i am ready to receive you.  ❞ ❝  i think i understand your longing. it looks so much like mine.  ❞ ❝  i’ve had so many knives stuck into me. when they hand me a flower, i can’t quite make out what it is.  ❞ ❝  i like the sea: we understand one another. it is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; so am i.  ❞ ❝  do i not live? badly, i know, but i live.  ❞ ❝  something of you stuck with me. a splinter.  ❞ ❝  i clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.  ❞ ❝  sometimes i shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you’ll never go away. oh you never will.  ❞ ❝  my golden love, if only you knew, what precious honey you are for me.  ❞ ❝  i had an old wound once, but it is healing.  ❞ ❝  always this in-betweenness, this almost, this it might be that...  ❞ ❝  when i close my eyes, i see you. when i open my eyes i want to see you.  ❞ ❝  dark as it is --- you see, that little flickering, is the light of my soul.  ❞ ❝  am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person?  ❞ ❝  i am talking about evil. it blooms. it eats. it grins.  ❞ ❝  sapphires are those eyes of yours, ravishingly sweet.  ❞

[angloie]

The Little Things

For Percy, liking his best friend was never something good. Always catching the little things- like how Annabeth tucks her hair behind her ear when she's nervous, the way she grins in a certain way once she's found out a solution to a tough math problem, or how she always scribbles things in her journal when he visits.

Until one day he actually manages to see what's insideー and he's at a loss for words.

genre ; fluff, percabeth mortal au, best friends to lovers, some angst (though it's very little) inspired by death note

warnings ; swearing

1. he's such a dork.

“Can’t you see that he's going to betray her?” Percy points to the t.v screen, exasperated. “Its obvious! He turned evil- why would he stick around to save her!?”

Annabeth scoffs. “You can't be serious! They have a bond of history, so why would he even do that?”

The t.v series they're binging in the background seems to fade as they throw around conspiracies around like a deranged youtuber. “The bad side tempted him!” Percy insists, popcorn and chip crumbs stuck on his face. “Power too! You seriously think there's no going back from that?”

“You bet there is!”

“Congrats, you're wrong.”

“No I'm not,” She argues. “the power of friendship prevails all!”

“The power of power prevails all!”

“Friendship!”

“Power!”

They argue for the rest of the episode, the characters long forgotten. They throw around food, Annabeth thwacks him with a pillow, and he continues to babble. It's like they're twelve again, lively compared to the dull age of eighteen. But then she laughs.

“I didn't think you were into these types of shows, Percy.” She grins, sharing popcorn from out of a bowl as they lay in her bed side by side.

“And what is that supposed to mean!?” He sits forward and looks at her.

Annabeth snickers. “Nothing.”

Percy huffs and tosses a piece of popcorn at her, the kernel landing on her pillow. "I say we watch Atlantis after."

"Only if I get to wear the blueberry scented face mask."

"Deal."

2. I love his smile.

They're watching the sunset.

Vibrant oranges, pinks, purples, and hints of blue paint the sky in a graceful way. The white clouds almost look like cotton candy- the texture soft and fluffy in the setting sun's light.

The shared blanket shifts beneath the two as Percy lays down. "You ever think that everyone secretly hates you?"

Annabeth looks at him weirdly from her spot on the other side of the blanket that shrouds the grass beneath them. There's about an arm's reach between the two; where they both outstretch their arms. So really there's only a couple of centimeters before their fingers touch.

"What do you mean?" She questions.

A leaf falls from the giant oak tree towering over them. He sighs. “Like maybe everyone just might be lying to you, behind your back. Don't you ever think that?”

“Oh Percy,” She teases, grinning. “You don't have to think that when nobody even likes you in the first place.”

Percy gasps dramatically. “Wow, thanks so much Annabeth! You're such a mood booster!” He pouts dramatically. “And are you saying you never liked me in the first place!?”

“Well, when we first met I thought lowly of you.”

“That’s because were were seven. And I knocked your ice cream on the ground.”

“You still haven't apologized for that!” She exclaims sourly.

“Again, we were seven!”

“Whatever!”

Theres a beat of silence as they lay there, clouds starting to clear through the orange sun. 

Annabeth speaks up. “But I guess if people really did hate you, they wouldn't do it behind your back. Plus,” She sits up. “I’d have to be your only friend if that were to happen.”

“So you do like me!” Percy insists.

“I can tolerate you.” She says. 

He frowns. “What a great friend you are.” 

“Kidding, kidding!” She laughs, sitting back down to lean on him. “Even if everyone hated you for some reason I'd still be your best friend. 'Cause that's what friends do, idiot.”

“How sentimental.” He deadpans. “Im pushing you out of the car when we drive back.”

“But then the police will know who to suspect, a horrible plan, really. And we all know that you wouldn’t do that to your dear best friend, now would you?”

Leaning more further into her, Percy sighs slowly. “You’re right.” He smiles, hiding his face by turning away from her. 

But he's smiling. And Annabeth might think that he looks even more amazing when he does that.

3. I feel safe with him.

Percy, in fact, did not push her out of the car while they drove back.

It was about midnight when Annabeth left the library- about a time when walking home alone want the most smartest desicion.

This was a safer neighbourhood on the other hand, where kids played on the sidewalks and couples walked their dogs or went for a run. There had been no reports or crimes (well, not that she heard of) so it would be fine. 

Right?

Annabeth feels drowsy; you know, from a whole day of studying from a laptop and some books. So why not head to the local convinience store to get some cheap iced coffee?

Even if her place was a little more farther away.

“Hey, you!”

Annabeth can list a few reasons why.

She turns around just as she's only a meter away from entering the store, the fluorescent lights above her flickering. She knows that she shouldn't say anything to the man, to stay quiet, but she's heard stories of the people who ignored others. And what bad things had happened to them.

“H-hm?” Annabeth slowly starts to open the door, wary. The old creeps- two of them- laugh to themselves.

“Why don't you come over here?” One of them asks. “It isn't safe out here!” The sentence may seem like they're actually concerned, but the hidden intent in their eyes say otherwise.

It makes her want to leave immediately. “I know.” Is all she says before entering the cold shop. Surely, it could provide some distance from them. 

Taking as slowly as possible (well, as slow as you can get when you’re getting some coffee and a snack) Annabeth moves turtle-like as she finds her way to the cashier. From her perhipial vision, she can see the two musty-looking people still there. They lock eyes for a second- and grin. Annabeth looks away in disgust.

wisegirl 🦉😩✨

She hides in a aisle, whipping her phone out.

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seaweed brain 😐 <33

mhm?

hey percy?

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wisegirl 🦉😩✨

are u free ? I kinda need you here rn 

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seaweed brain 😐 <33

uh- its late??

and I just woke up FDGCBHJK

great now im hungry

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wisegirl 🦉😩✨

put your hunger aside fOR ONE DAMN MINUTe PLS 😒

you know the store near the library I visit? the one that has the one blue food dye you like?

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seaweed brain 😐 <33

yea wht abt ut?

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wisegirl 🦉😩✨

there are a few creeps here,,, can you pick me up? im kinda on edge abt them 

like they just look weird

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seaweed brain 😐 <33

Before she can let out a sigh of relief, the cashier speaks up. “Excuse me,” He says. “If you're going to just stay here, I'm afraid you’ll have to buy something and leave.”

already on my way

Annabeth looks up. “A-ah, okay. But is it okay if I just stay here for... five more minutes?”

Fuck.

“Alright.” Moving her legs slowly, she makes a step forward. Then another. And then another. Annabeth places the items on the counter. Surely enough, the gazes are still burning into her side. 

“Five thirty seven.”

“No can do,” He sighs. “I have to take my break soon.”

“Mhm.”

Can't this process take any longer? She wants to ask. Why are you going so fast? And why am I handing over the money so fast?

The cashier looks at her expectantly as she takes the bag, a doleful expression painted on her face. But Percy will be there soon, and they haven't tried anything yet; so what's the harm?

Please ignore me, please ignore me, please just ignore- 

“Wanna stay with us for the night, pretty girl?” Just great.

“No, thanks.” Annabeth shortly replies, only sparing a very quick glance. And, fuck, they're approaching her. Every fibre in her body tells her to walk away, run, but how can she- when one of them has her hand in their grasp?

She scowls at the contact, tearing her hand away. Rubbing it on her shirt, she shudders in disgust. “Don’t touch me.”

Its two words. But it's all it needs to make their eyes flash with anger. “What was that?”

“yeah, c'mon babe,” The other says, “You look pretty lonely tonight. Why not let us fix that?”

Oh gods, these guys are out of their heads. She starts thinking about all the Instagram posts on what to do in situations like these- or even what to do if you're kidanpped. Funny. Her minds starts to blank.

“I said no,” Annabeth says again, venom lacing her tone. “What do you not understand about that?” A bold move, yes, but it's worth it if she can just leave sooner and go home.

And then he's grabbing her. Pulling her closer, and closer, so that she has to physically reach back to not touch him further. This must be a dream- this cannot be happening to her.

“What the-"

But just before she can pull back, Annabeth feels someone's presence behind her.

“What the hell are you guys doing to her?” 

Percy?

She whips her head around. Lo and behold, as he stands with his hands shoved deep inside his pockets. The glare he gives makes her tense; though not intended for her. It might as well be when she finds herself tense at the gaze.

“And who are you?”

“Her friend,” He snarls, stepping forward. “And who are you?”

The two back away as if they're intimidated. By the way their faces pale, they are. The person lets go of her with an uneasy chuckle. 

“R-relax dude, we were just leaving.” One of them scoffs with a pathetic stutter. It makes Annabeth hold in a laugh. Maybe Percy can sense it too, because he gives a slightly narcissistic grin.

“Then get the fuck away from her.”

They pause- but then finally leave with a few colourful insults that leave Annabeth raising an eyebrow. When they do, he turns to her immediately.

“Are you okay? Where'd they touch you? Do they hurt you somewhere?” Percy tilts his head in different angles, cupping her face. Annabeth smiles brightly and tugs his hands away. 

“No, no!” She insists. “You came just in time.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, concerned. His eyes shine in the dim lights overhead. “But you looked pretty shaken up, and what if I didn't come here in time-"

She pulls in to hug him. “I’m fine. Really.” Annabeth whispers against his neck. His touch is warm; soft against her skin and smells of chlorine. “Thanks.”

Pulling away, he smiles. “You don't have to thank me. But, hey,” Percy starts, looking at her bag. “Wanna go to my place? I'm thinking of baking cookies.”

Really, please don't.

Even before her mind can make up her mind, Annabeth is already saying: “Sure.”

But somehow along their long running friendship, something just changed. he started to notice how cute she was when she tucks her hair behind her ear whenever she's nervous, or the way she grins when she's solved a tough math problem. The way she hugged him, so joyful and familiar. It made his heart pound. It made him think thoughts that friends shouldn't think about each other.

For him, too.

He made it a point to avoid his fans after swim practice (as much as he could, which wasn't very much) and went out to study every other day with Annabeth. Even if their campuses were miles away. Sometimes Percy even showed up to her place with a box of comfort foods to just be together.

Like today, where he spins on the office chair in her room. Annabeth scribbles something in that journal of hers, smiling to herself.

Don't ask Percy when he fell in love with his best friend.

It's the little things.

“What’re you writing in there?” Percy asks. “What, you have a schoolcrush or something?”

She snaps it shut and blushes beer red. “N-no! I'm just....” Annabeth fumbles for a excuse- not like Percy notices. “Taking notes!” She smiles nervously.

Something he always had noticed ever since a few years back; was that whenever he was around, she was always writing something down in there. And even after those years, he had never gotten a peak at it.

“Well okay then, nerd, you wanna go binge another show?”

"Yeah."

But of course Percy valued her privacy. Curiosity killed the cat, after all.

So when one day Annabeth leaves her journal wide open on her bed, Percy can't help but let his eyes drift off to it.

“I’ll go get something at the store,” Percy had remembered her saying. “Its okay for you to stay here, right?”

No! Its definitely not okay to leave him here!

Curiosity killed the cat, yes, but satisfaction brought it back. The saying burns into his head as his eye catches- at the sight of his name on one of the pages.

Alright. He shouldn't talk about the journal like it's her most deepest darkest secrets on a few pages, except it could possibly be, and it's right there. Simple enough. Just close it, place it in her drawer, and go back on his phone.

If only it was that simple.

Holy shit.

No- a lot of the pages.

What's inside, however, is something that makes his mouth run dry.

And it's bad, it's really bad, that he can't stop himself from looking.

1. he's such a dork but I like that

ALL THE RANDOM THINGS I LOVE LIKE ABOUT PERCY

okay, journal, I know you're a inanimate object but I've heard writing out your feelings can help you, and I also know that I'm a college student and college students don't do this shit. But you're my last resort; so do me a solid and help me. deep inhale.

well, okay. here goes.

I like him. I love him. is that too much? i don’t know. but I really, really like him. so much that it hurts. that kinda sounds weird. 

gods, he really is. his dorky grin, the way he fumbles on his words when he's embarassed, the way he rants about things he really likes. why am I so sappy all of a sudden FUCKFUCKFUCK- it's really cute. so cute. very cute. <33

but, yes, even when his eyes are red from tiredness and a all nighter he never fails to make my heart flip. maybe I should go to a hospital.

 2. i love his smile SO SAPPY UGH

 his smile. I love Percy's smile. Whenever he's happy, laughing, whatever-- it just brings me to life. it waters my crops. he makes me feel alive, like I just had the best sleep in all my years of living. 

at the same time, somehow, he makes me feel dead. my heart beats much too fast for a living being. Percy makes my brain short circuit, and makes my everything feel like mush. putty, if you will. you know, these sound like symptoms for some disease.

I REALLY need to visit the hospital.

3. AWW I feel safe with him

Yes.

 I truly do. 

I believe it started when he saved me from my bullies back in elementary school (though he himself was shaking and cowering in fear) or when I got caught in a tree once and reassured me that I wouldn't fall. When I did, however, he caught me.

But I think it really was when I just felt like I could trust him.

Trusting. A word that I'm not really familiar with.

Okay, yeah, I can trust a few people. But Percy... he just made me feel wanted for once. Valued. 

or is that too weird? idk-

I... knew that when he skipped swim practice for me back then; when I wasn't in a very good place. he spent the rest of the day with me telling the most stupidest jokes ive ever heard.

 I knew that when he made a hundred sticky notes for me saying all different things about the things he likes about me when I was stressed over my grades. I can still remember one: he drew two stick figures hugging and hearts all around them that said that's me and you!!

 why the hell am I crying? WHY AM I C R Y I N G??

But of course. Vulnerability can also link with safeness and trust.

What pushed me to finally realize my feelings for him was how vulnerable we could be with each other. It's not one sided. Or anything like that.

I think I fell in love with the Percy who bakes blue food at two AM just because he was feeling it. 

The twelve year old Percy who came to my doorstep crying because his step dad just threw something at him and his mom wasn't home. (We slept over that day, and I hugged him the hardest I ever had) 

The Percy who isn't just the cocky and sarcastic bitch person, but rather the insecure and raw side of him.

If only people could see that- get to know him- maybe they might see him differently. You know. Not just as that hotshot swimmer.

haha writer mode go brrr

All he can do is stand still- because shit, his head is racing. His fingertips- they're aching, and is he tearing up?

fuck, I'm so head over heels in love with him it's not funny anymore AGH

Annabeth feels the same way? All this time?

And Percy didn't know?

There's a step behind him, then a silent this of a bag.

It's Annabeth.

Over the span of him reading the pages, Percy hadn't realized that he was holding it firmly in his hands. When he finally notices, however, he throws it back into her bed rushedly.

“Oh! Annabeth!” Percy laughs nervously. Her eyes; they're blown wide open. “What brings you here?” Stupid. Why’d you say that!? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

“P-Percy?”

“Did y-you,” She points to the journal on her bed with a shaky hand. Her blood runs cold. “Did you see what's written inside?”

Crickets.

Something tells him he should lie, say no and shake his head, but he just can't. Percy never could bring himself to do such a thing in any situation anyways. “...Maybe? Yes?”

Annabeth sucks in a breath. “Oh gods.” Turning away, she covers her blushing face. “I’m sorry! Please just ignore that! I'm so sorry!” 

“No- Its fine! I-"

“Oh fuck, I just ruined our friendship. Great, going, Chase! She mutters to herself. “I-I’ll leave now! Goodbye!”

But this is your house? Percy wants to interject, but she's already out the door and down the stairs. Her hair flies behind her in messy masses, face still flushed in heat.

“Wait!” He reaches an arm out to grasp her. She walks faster than anyone Percy's seen before. “Please,”

He finally grabs her arm. “Just wait.”

“But I just ruined everything! You can't possibly stand to see me. I understand that you want to end things here, so-

“No.” He firmly says, though his voice begs to crack. Are his hands sweaty? He doesn't hope so. “I like you too.”

Annabeth nearly chokes- but opts to stay composed. Well, as composed as you can get when you're beet red and flustered. “...What?”

“I like you too,” Percy repeats, holding her arm with much more softness before letting go. “Gods, and I've always had, Annabeth; so fucking much.” I love you in the ways people can't notice, I love you in the ways that you can't notice.

I love you in the little things.

She stays silent. Did he say something wrong? Was that too much? Or was it too hard to understand? he's starting to regret this. 

“...You do?” Her eyes shine with something Percy can't describe. But it's beautiful.

“Yes. Yes, I do.” He pulls away, heart beating out of his chest. She's frozen. All the daydreams spent wondering about this moment- it's finally here. 

But then Annabeth is kissing him.

Kissing him with screwed shut eyes, with her hands cupping his face, with her body pressed up against his.

Annabeth's lips are softer than he ever imagined. They taste like lemon lip gloss, a taste that makes his head spin. It's passionate; so passionate, heated, as they both lean in more. They both want more. More, more, and more, until they're breathless and panting.

She feels like she's on cloud nine.

Because holy shit, she's kissing Percy Jackson. 

By the time they've pulled away, her wishes are granted and they're both breathless. Annabeth can't bring herself to open her eyes again.

When they can finally kiss and hold hands in public and in front of his fans, Annabeth might think she's the happiest she's ever been. She's with her best friend, and he's finally with her.

please dont percieve this

[actualbird]

What if mc was the dragon?👀

contents: cn server luke card spoilers, luke/mc, fantasy, angst, happy ending after the angst because im not CRUEL, inspired by the cn server pv of Luke SSR Nightmare of a Phantasmagorical Night but in no way indicative of the actual story of the card as that has not been released yet at all

wc: 949

(anon you chemically altered my brain and i was basically possessed by a deranged luke/mc ghost to write this. thank u, i loved this a lot! rbs, likes, n tag comments give me life 🥺)

chapter 1

once upon a time luke is a knight and she is his princess. or at least that's what they were supposed to be, in this story. all stories have a knight and a princess, afterall, and so they played their roles. but maybe if this weren't the story, we could be more candid with what they are.

once upon a time luke is a child and so is she. running around together on the castle grounds, they did what all children did. they laughed and cried and spilled their love to each other in the messy, clumsy way all children tended to do. their love spilled amidst their laughter into the sun drenched days of before, spilling into the ground and seeping into the very land itself. in her eyes, he sees nothing but light but then they did what all children did:

once upon a time luke is a knight and she is his princess and then they grew up

chapter 2

once upon a time on the edge of manhood, luke is sent away. he understands, of course, he was their best and brightest, the one most capable to find this legendary evil that lurks in the shadows, an evil that threatens to emerge from the darkness one day to engulf the kingdom whole. so he left in the dead of the night, to save her from the pain of goodbyes.

once upon a time there were evenings luke would stare up into the sky and feel his drive falter and stutter. inside of him, there was still a child that felt fear, yearning, and the want to go back home. but on those nights he would close his eyes and remember the light in her eyes. on one of those nights, he realizes---not suddenly, but as if it had washed upon the shores of his heart wave after wave until the sands washed away, revealing the truth---that his love for her had been forged into devotion. so he got up the next day, took on his sword, forged in steel, and kept going.

chapter 3

once upon a time eight years pass. for every danger he defeated, for every horrid monster he rid, for every night that he pushed into the daylight, the evil he looks for evades his grasp. unbeknownst to luke, the evil he looks for had spilled into the ground with every slash of his sword. the evil he looks for had seeped into the very land itself. the evil that evades his grasp found its way into the body of the kingdom and it sought out the kingdom's heart.

once upon a time, a rose of a princess---who had already been feeling such an emptiness in her heart because he left her, he left her---felt that absence seized by a cold and icey power. how foolish, to leave the heart empty. something terrible and unspeakable, something from the ground, from the very land itself, took that space and wrenched her apart.

once upon a time luke is called back to the kingdom.

once upon a time his nightmares come true.

chapter 4

once upon a time---

"i can't," the knight says. his grip on his sword is strong but his heart is being ripped apart. "i can't, please, i---"

she roars, her towering form inching closer and closer to him, cornering him against a ruined wall, against everything that matters to him and everything the story wants him to do. in her eyes, the light is smothered by something with bared teeth and snarls but---

once upon a time---

"you know me," the knight pleads. "please, i know you're in there, you have to come back because i can't---i won't---"

she sends her claws into him, merciless. the knight feels his tears fall, not in fear for his death, but in anguish for what is happening. what had they ever done to deserve this? they were just children who grew up and loved so clumsily and messily but honestly as well. in her eyes, unshed tears but---

once upon a time---

"i won't raise my sword against you," the knight says, defeated. "i've hurt you enough."

in her eyes, a forgiveness that wants to spill out.

once upon a time---

"i'm sorry," luke says. he is not a knight in this moment. he is just who he is; a boy trying to be a man rendered a child again in the face of who he loves. he wants to go back home. and his home has always been her. "i'm sorry."

in her eyes---

she is no longer a monster. she is no longer a princess either. she is just who she is; a girl trying to be a woman rendered a child again in the face of who she loves.

the love the both of them had spilled all those years ago thrums in the ground, in the very land in the very itself, gives itself back to her. it rushes back into her heart and

in her eyes

light

chapter 5

once upon a time, there is luke and there is her. amidst the debris of after, luke holds her and she holds him. between them---in the small space they could not bridge in their embrace, just a sliver, just a wonderful reminder that they were two different people coming together---there is nothing but light.

once upon a time, if only for a moment, they don't have to do anything, be anything, but this:

two lives intertwined, waiting for the next day and the one after that and the one after that, to give their love to each other, wholly and honest and true.

[il-predestinato]

LOVE LOVE love your series with "set my midnight sorrow free" and the sequel fic! in your comments you said you want to write more lestappen (PLEASE DO!!), wondering what are your top 3 or 5 plots or ideas you migh want to write!! thank youu again for sharing your writing!

Thank you so much, kind anon! ♥️ Honestly, I really want to find the time to write all of these, but it's going verrrry slowly. These are the Lestappen pieces I'm trying to find time to work on:

1. Modern fairytale AU: Set in current F1 season, but magic is real. Max has the pettiest fairy godmother team principal. Christian gets all pissy at Charles for some reason ("stupid demon child crashed on purpose to get pole in Monaco... that pole belongs to Max!") and goes all evil stepmother on him.

Christian tricks Charles into eating a poisoned apple banana, or maybe pricking his finger on a wheel nut - and BAM - Charles is now Sleeping Beauty; Christian denies everything. Ferrari is devastated. And Max... well, he's fucking pissed. That's his crush rival and how DARE someone do this. He's hellbent on reversing the curse... but there's only one way: TRUE LOVE'S KISS (it's a fairytale, okay?).

But like who the fuck is Charles's true love?? Ensue hilarity as Max tries to get a bajillion people to kiss Charles. Like he tries EVERYONE: former teammates/team principals/one-night stands/family... ("Just fucking do it!" "Max, you realize I'm Charles's brother?!" "SO WHAT? REMEMBER ELSA AND ANNA?")

It's all futile. Max is becoming deranged (and jealous b/c everyone is kissing Charles... esp those who try to linger), Charles is doomed to stay in a coma forever - except wait, Max is the only one left who hasn't tried to kiss him yet... (from the beginning, he's ruled himself out; "Oh, Charles hates me, and I definitely hate him... I'd be the last person.") Whatevs, fuck it, he’s desperate and goes for it...

2. Retirement fic/Future fic: Probably a sequel to "set my midnight sorrow free". Based on Max saying he wants to race 10 or 15 years with Charles. Inspo song would be "Long Live" by Taylor Swift (seriously, check out the lyrics - this is Lestappen's retirement song).

Just over 10 years (but not quite 15) into it all, they're already living legends, each with a couple of championships - maybe Charles is leading by one at this point. Prime of their fucking career, no signs of slowing down, going for Lewis's records, shooting disgusting heart eyes at each other.

Penultimate race of the season, they're head to head in the championship, when it happens: Charles suddenly feels lightheaded, forces his car off track to avoid a worse crash, hits the wall hard. Massive medical emergency: red flag, he's pulseless, CPR starts, airlifted to hospital, where he's resuscitated. Cause found to be underlying cardiac arrhythmia, or maybe dilated cardiomyopathy... gets fitted with pacemaker +/- ICD, but he can't race ever again; it's his life vs. racing. He retires, convinces Max to finish the final race (Max does and wins the world championship... it's more bitter than sweet).

Max goes on to race for 1-2 more seasons, ends up surpassing Charles in # of world championships. Charles still travels to every race - Max REFUSES to leave him at home (he won't admit it, but he's fucking terrified that Charles will fall asleep and not wake up, he develops a bad habit of waking up in the middle of the night just to make sure Charles is still breathing... it's angsty but sweet too). Winning just doesn't feel the same without Charles on the track, that pure love for racing has faded, so he too retires before his time. Just like that - two legends gone but never forgotten, and the sun has set in paradise. They didn't get 15 years, but they'll get the rest of their lives, so... no regrets.

3. Soulmates AU (aka. Max Verstappen’s relationship with the colour red over the years): You can see every colour except for the colour that belongs to your soulmate (e.g. their favourite colour, or the colour that represents them/means the most to them) until you kiss your soulmate for the first time. So Max has never seen the colour red - it looks like a dull grey: sunrise, sunset, fire, apples, Ferrari, the colour of Charles’s racesuit. Red sucks, okay? Worst colour ever. Stupid soulmate.

He’s tries kissing a few people who might be the ONE - nope, nada. (”Lando, maybe we’re soulmates.” “WTF, how would that work if neither of us can see red?” “Fuck, I don’t know, just kiss me.” Yeah, they’re dumber than a bag of rocks, until Lando discovers that Carlos is the reason he couldn’t see red... poor Max is still alone.) Meanwhile, Charles is obnoxious in his red ugly grey racesuits, red ugly grey caps, and red super fugly grey Ferrari, but he’s the only thing distracting Max from how lonely he feels, while everyone else is finding their soulmates left and right.

Except there’s so many hints but he’s a dumbass...little hints, like Charles reading the label when asked to pass the blue marker, or that Ferrari hourglass challenge where he calls his own eyes yellow instead of green. ‘Cause blue is Max’s colour - the colour that Charles can’t see. Max is falling for him anyway, but in the moment before they’re about to kiss, he has a lightbulb moment and it dawns on him - all those little hints. He KNOWS that it’s Charles even before they kiss. (“I’m about to change how you see the world.” “Wow, Max, can anything contain your ego?”) They close their eyes, kiss, and open their eyes to a whole new world - it’s fucking disgustingly beautiful. Red? Best colour ever.

Oh wow... sorry, had a stroke, went full-on word diarrhea. 😂

[wafflesrock16]

Shakarian Princess/Dragon AU!

I really enjoy these AU drabbles. Perhaps I’ll turn one of them into a full fledged chapter fic. In the meantime, enjoy Princess Shepard and Dragon Garrus.

Places where beasts and sorcery lurked were far-flung, overcast regions with sparse inhabitants and a pervasive sense of dread hanging in the atmosphere. A storm always loomed on the horizon; the kind which promised thunder and lightning and sheets of cold rain. The fortresses which were built in these places had a weathered, foreboding aspect that practically sang of death and dismemberment. A brave knight or gallivanting hero recognized these keeps as the hold of treasure or captured royalty and would seek them out. A pity Shepard’s captor had realized this too.

Shepard sighed, drumming her fingers on the stone windowsill of the tower. Outside, the warm, summer sky beckoned and below in the gardens butterflies and birds flitted about the rose bushes and olive trees. Flowers were in full bloom and radiant bluebells and kingcups filled the air with a soft, floral fragrance. 

Moving from the window, Shepard lifted the hem of her flowing black and red gown as she made her way down the spiral staircase and out the fortified gateway of the castle. She unconsciously readjusted her crown, settling the slim gold circlet so it rested securely against her hairline. 

Birdsong herald her footsteps as Shepard headed for a solitary wooden bench set in the middle of the garden. She sat with a heavy sigh, eyes taking in the enchanted splendor all around her, before lifting and tracing the turrets of the nearby castle. The castle--her castle--was a radiant fortress. No lichen or moss marred the stone slabs of the thick walls. It looked newly built, with an aim at being impregnable. Its vantage points would allow defenders to deflect even the most ambitious invaders. If there ever were any invaders. Or defenders. No, it was only Shepard here. A solitary princess trapped far from her kingdom and people. 

At least I’m not completely alone, she mused, even as a shadow fell across the flower beds. Shielding her eyes against the sun, she watched the familiar shape descend with steady, precise wing beats. Then, he pulled in his colossal bat-like wings to land with a metallic clang of armor, digi-grade feet splaying to absorb the impact. 

“See anything interesting?” Shepard asked as the dragon solider walked over.

Her guardian was no longer under the sway of the wretched Illusive Man, as the evil sorcerer called himself, but like her, was confined to the castle and its environs. A true curse for a creature of the sky accustomed to soaring over mountain ranges and river valleys. Garrus remained stoic though, and resolute in his search for an escape. Their escape. 

Garrus flared his wings to provide Shepard with shade as he stood next to the bench. “Still nothing,” he said, shaking his head. His subvocals twanged in bitterness. “Whatever glamor or concealment spell the Illusive Man has in place is strong. Too strong for me to break through. But,” he said, turning sharp eyes onto Shepard, “I think its weakening.”

“Weakening?” Shepard parroted, brow furrowing. “You mean, the spell is losing its potency?”

“I think so,” Garrus said, mandibles fluttering in unspoken hope. “I was almost able to push through at the southern boundary. I’ve never been able to do that before, I’ve always been repelled.”

“You said it felt like a strong wind was blowing you away,” Shepard said, recalling one of their earliest escape attempts. 

“Yeah, but today I was able to get an arm through up to the elbow,” Garrus said, crystalline eyes flickering down to his left hand. There had been a time when Shepard found Garrus’ three-fingered hands horrifying. So other and foreign and claws. But those same clawed hands were capable of such tenderness. When they carded through her crimson tresses, carefully caressed her sides, talon-tipped fingers grazing supple flesh and pulling airy gasps and moans. The way they held her as they moved together in carnal rhythm, plate and skin pressed tightly together, wings outstretched and glowing in the candlelight as Garrus moved above and inside her. A dragon ravishing a princess. Two people trapped against their will finding companionship and love. 

When your evenings were monotonous, you found ways to occupy yourselves. Making love to Garrus had perhaps been inevitable, but if so, it was the first time fate had been kind. Shepard blinked away the memory.

“Is the barrier thin everywhere or only in the sky?” she asked. 

Garrus rumbled in thought, bending a knee to kneel in front of her. He was still a head taller, but it brought his gorgeous eyes closer to hers. “It’s thin in patches, but most of those are higher up,” he answered. “We can try pushing through in another few days, maybe. I can carry you, it won’t be a problem.”

Shepard reached out gripping his hands in hers and squeezing. “This is more hope than we’ve had in…” she trailed off. How long had they been here? Time held little meaning anymore. She couldn’t even be sure if the phases of the moon were real in this place. 

“More hope than we’ve had in a long time,” Garrus finished. His mandibles pulled out in a dragon grin, exposing rows of razor sharp teeth. It wasn’t a mystery why the other races feared and respected Garrus’ kind. He slowly angled his head, coming to press his brow against hers in affection. 

Shepard felt herself smile at the gesture. “Once we get free, we’re gathering up an army--humans, dragons, asari--whoever is ready and willing to hold a sword or mace and take on that deranged wizard.” 

Garrus nodded, brow still pressed to hers. “And after that?” he asked, voice teasing but a note of concern still noticeable. 

“After that, Citadel Kingdom gets the royal wedding everyone’s been pressuring me for since I turned eighteen.” Shepard pulled back to give Garrus a confident grin. “They’ll also get their first dragon king. It won’t be an easy role, but you’ll wear royalty well.”

“I wore it pretty well last night,” Garrus drawled. “Especially when it lunged at me over the dining table and I wore royal thighs around my face like--”

“Okay,” Shepard interrupted, pulling her hands back and crossing her arms. “But don’t pretend like you didn’t love every second of it.”

“I never said I didn’t.” Garrus chuckled, rising to his feet and offering Shepard a hand up. “The morning is still young. Might I accompany the lady on a tour of the garden?”

Shepard snorted but accepted his hand, linking her arm with his as they set off through the flower beds, Garrus’ wings folded about his person like a natural cloak.

One day they’d escape this place. The enchanted castle and its grounds would no longer be their prison. Yet, in spite of everything a part of Shepard’s heart was forever glad she’d been put here. No matter what, she had him now. And there’d never be a Shepard without Vakarian.

[blueluneacy]

34 with Kars plzzzz

Kars.... I am begging you to be real

Warnings: yandere, possessive behaviors, human sacrifices, kidnapping, chains, stalking, before the gang went into stone so this is some old shit

His eyes felt like they were burning, searing into you as you squirmed in your chains. God, this couldn’t be it, this couldn’t be how it ended, right? You didn’t want to die a sacrifice to these terrible god-like men that your village had given you up for. Those men who only walked in the night, who remained eternal in the shadow, who had originally raided your village to claim a family heirloom that they had heard about, all to find that it wasn’t what they were looking for. And now, they had demanded you before they departed, your village all too happy to give up one life if it meant they would be rid of them.

And now you were here, trapped in darkness, chained to the wall before the leader of the small band, swallowing back your fear and attempting to find any sort of escape from this prison. It was hopeless, really. Even if you broke from your chains, Kars was much too fast for you to outrun, leaving you only to suffer more in his embrace.

“I don’t understand why you’re so keen on escaping. Even if you do somehow manage, there’s nowhere for you to go. No one for you to turn to.” Kars pointed out, and you slowly slumped over, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. Where would you even go if you were able to escape? No village would let you remain with them, fearing the curse you might bring after being taken by these dark figures. You felt tears start to well up in your eyes.

“So that’s it, then? I’m just going to die here as your evening snack?” You asked, and god, your voice sounded so pitiful as you sat on the ground, huddling close to the wall. You prayed that Kars would at least make your death quick, but if it was any indication by how he was playing with you now, you just knew it would not be the case. He sighed and stood up from his spot across the room, walking over to you and reaching out. You flinched as his hand touched your cheek, the kind movement unexpected but not unwelcome.

“Oh, dear. I swear that my teeth won’t touch you unless you ask for it. I love you dearly, pet. You’ll be with me forever now.” He told you, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips, but you only whipped your head again, trying to dodge the man. Oh god, he wasn’t just a monster, he was completely deranged, believing such things as loving at a time like this.

“Love me?! You don’t even know me! How could you possibly love me?!” You snapped, tears falling from your eyes as you mourned for all that you had lost at the hands of Kars’ greed. He had taken you from your home, your friends, everything, all for the sake of a love that you were certain could not even exist. It was too cruel for you to bear.

“Oh, I know everything about you, darling, and you’re so perfect. I know how you liked to walk outside of the town at dusk and watch the sun set. I know how you loved to sing songs to your hens as you helped round them up into their coup, how you looked outside and watched the stairs before you blew out your candle to get to bed. I knew when I saw you then, that you were destined to be mine, destined to share eternity with me...” Kars hummed, and you just went pale at his declaration, at how he had been actually watching you all this time. It almost made you want to throw up, but you just attempted to back away from the man, trying to keep your distance from what you knew was a monster. He had killed hundreds, and you knew that he would continue to do so, all for the sake of his hunger. You hated him for it, hated all of them! 

“No, no! Get away from me! You’re a monster, absolutely evil!” You cried out, doing your best to kick your feet to try and get the Pillarman away from you. Kars just sighed as he stood up straight, stepping back from you.

“I see that you need some time to adjust to this. No matter. You will eventually adjust, no matter how long it takes. I have all the time in the world to wait, after all. You will come to love me, (Y/n). I’m certain of it.” Kars told you, turning to leave your small room. Although the carpet you were on was plush and the chains that kept you against the wall golden, this was still a prison nonetheless, and you would never think of it as anything else. Kars smiled at you as he got to the door, looking at you one last time before he shut it behind him.

“After all, you don’t have any other choice.” His voice was soft but certain, and once he was gone, you couldn’t help but weep. You wept for all you had lost, the life you would never be able to return to, the hell that you knew would await you in this eternity with a demon.

And you wept because you knew in the end, that Kars was right.

[chiefpoemlover]

A “Nice” Poem for Apollo (Lore Olympus)

TW: sexual assault and trauma and foul language If you are sensitive to all of the above or one of them, please avoid this one! (If you don't understand the clue, Then I feel blue. I will not praise this lavender ass, So you can calm down, class! Of course, I am filled with sarcasm, Before you, with enthusiasm, Start to write hurtful stuff. So are you cool as a cream puff? Good! Also, there are foul words here. If that's not what you want to see or hear. I suggest reading good books! It's good for the looks!)

In ancient tales, there was a mighty sun god, Apollo was his name. He was loved and awed From his beloved and shiny fame. Handsome, talented, and tall, He had it all! Out of the gods in the Greek pantheon, He slew the dreadful python! In Lore Olympus, he is almost the same. He shares the same name. Except, he changed, Into something so evil and deranged. But their comparisons are stale. In the ancient myths, he had class. In this romantic tale, Apollo...isn't worth the donkey's ass...

Oh, Apollo! Apollo! If you think your fame will give you a pass, No, it won't, you purple ass! Oh, Apollo! Apollo! If I were your sister, Artemis, I'll be sure my arrows won't miss! Oh, Apollo! Apollo! Purple is such a wonderful color, When I see it on you, I shudder. Oh, Apollo! Apollo! You do suck! You are worse than my kitchen's muck!

By the way, how's your broken lyre? Is it still as broken as you, you liar? A face that lights up like the sun, Makes the fans want to shun. Shun away from your gaslight, Instead of embracing your "sunlight". If you were exiled you won't be missed. Losing you is like losing a cyst, Something gained, nothing lost. You just love to exhaust, Everyone's mental capacity. And you have the audacity, To dig up your survivor's shit. I hope that Hades gives you a good hit. Even better, if Persephone does it, I hope they hit you back, you piece of shit.

Oh, Apollo! Apollo! Your personality is worse than Zeus's! Congrats, I guess, you douche! Oh, Apollo! Apollo! You are worse than your mother And you fail as a brother. Oh, Apollo! Apollo! Your face is ugly, It makes me want to wee. Oh, Apollo! Apollo! The taste of you makes me shiver, I bet you taste like liver!

Calling you garbage is crude, Because that would be rude! To consider you something higher than you. Blame everything you spew, Blame everything you do. Just remember, you harm women. You have no respect for them, So start bowing down to the queens! For being a part of Zeus' genes, You are worse than the narcissist. That's something you should add to the list, A list of your misdeeds. It's something you need. You and Minthe make a great pair, You both seem to care, About hurting the ones you "love". I hope Eros gives you two a good shove... An arrow shoved in your ass! With some class!

Oh, Apollo! Apollo! You're super insane, Your panels give me pain. Oh, Apollo! Apollo! The actions you commit, Gives my face zits. Oh, Apollo! Apollo! If I were Daphne, I'd bust your knees. Oh, Apollo! Apollo! You smell bad as tiger's piss. I bet hitting you would be bliss!

The worst crime you commit, It's something you won't admit. You held Persephone down... You made her feel like a clown. The act you did was unspeakable, It was unforgivable. In her eyes, she would have screamed " NO!" So why go so low? You touched her body like a prying fool, You saw her as a tool. How dare you do it? How dare you be a piece of shit? How can you do it to another person? How can your parents have a son, So evil and vile? Now, we are at the trial, The trial for Kore and her sins. Something that would make you grin, Is to see her downfall. Oh, how you stand tall! I hope you break when you fall. For you to have the kind of gall, Tells us your soul. What you stole From Persephone, will never be enough. She may have it rough. But it doesn't mean she can't fight, You or your disgusting gaslight.

Oh, Apollo! Apollo! When I am feeling down, I see you as a happy clown. Oh, Apollo! Apollo! Your " girls" rather kiss death, Rather than smell your stank breath. Oh, Apollo! Apollo! Why can't you shut up? You make my face burn up! Oh, Apollo! Apollo! I know my insults are childish At least they weren't as bad as you bitch!

Worst of all, Something that would sprawl... You may not exist, But here's the twist! You exist in thousands of men. Not just ten, A million of you walk around, Silencing the sound, Of your vile acts. And this is a sad fact. So we all need to act! Tell the survivors' tales, Never allowing you off the rails. So suffer the consequences, Lower your manipulative defenses, Let your crimes be heard, Let them fly like a bird.