#i've been putting that off for far too long aha >.>

[juney-blues]

feeling that desire to work on my site again,,,

maybe i'll finally get around to using that blog

[we-stan-cale]

I have enjoyed some of the TCF reaction fics, but I feel like there's a major problem.

Namely, that it's really hard for fic writers to stay motivated for over 700+ chapters, so it feels like they all start off strong for the beginning (especially rescuing Raon) and then peter out. We never get to the really good stuff.

Never reach that flashback when Cale reads the letter from the GoD, or see reactions to Choi Han rushing over to see Kim Rok Soo after getting Choi Jung Soo's records. Never have them see the Sealed God's test, and really... Post-apocalyptic Korea horrified Alberu, for good reason. Not that it's explicitly stated, but when is it ever? He had quite the reaction when he was trying to decide what to tell everyone else.

I've had some thoughts on how I would do it, but fair warning - I'm not much of a writer, and will probably never write it. All my respect for the ones that regularly write fanfic because I have like - less than a handful? Maybe, maybe, if I haven't moved on after finishing this reread, I'll try writing it myself.

The other thing is that I've been reading part 2 - only as far as eatapplepies has translated as I find mtl more confusing than helpful - and I'm really liking the Heavenly Demon. He seems to have fallen for our Cale pretty hard, and I'm interested in seeing how that goes.

So I have been playing around with ideas.

First - Dodam is trying to find 'that terrible bastard', and is dragging around his Choi Han.

He reaches Korea. Og!Cale as KRS, specifically. He has his own attribute, one to help him track down Cale, so he can pull up visions/memories related to that.

He pulls up the dream meeting between Cale and KRS.

There are a few team 1 members present, particularly Kim Minh Ah. Cue a bit of chaos, some 'aha' moments, and the long and the short of it is Dodam is going to pull up some of just what they're team leader is up to. (And if Dodam can figure out exactly which world or dimension to to next, and OG! Cale gets the bittersweet ability to see how his deal with the God of Death prevented the destruction he'd lived through, well... That's fine too)

During that brief moment, the Henituse noticed some strange mana fluctuations and managed to get Rosalyn there. She's basically able to tap into the feed and see and hear what's going on.

And divine intervention (like perhaps a god of love) extends the feed to the Heavenly Demon.

What would follow would be an abbreviated version of the key points. Sure, it loses some of the flavor... But we don't actually need, say, the amusing anecdote where an elf mistook Cale for a dragon.

Anyways, the more I thought about it the more I thought about how team 1 would react.

Because the minute they see those monster statues you know they'll all be going 'what the fuck?!?'

They will probably also nod knowingly at some of Cale's more shocking plans. Like hey, there he goes agreeing to help the Mogoru Empire put out the fire he started with the Whipper kingdom.

Nod, nod

Just like he did when they were dealing with that one corrupt guild

And if they ever get as far as seeing the Heavenly Demon, I'm sure one team member will be like 'Is.. is he flirting with Team Leader-nim?!?'

Cue stories where Team Leader Kim Rok Soo avoided a honeypot - except now they're thinking maybe he was just too dense to notice?

[bellysoupset]

For the 🏳️ anon, who asked for Airsick Bella.... Here we go, with LOADS of fluff and sexy talk.

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"Have you seen my bikinis?" Bella asked, rummaging through her messy side of their wardrobe. Luke was sprawled on the bed watching the replay of last Sunday’s football game, having already finished packing, since his side was neatly folded and he could get a bag done in under 30 minutes.

"You really don't need those," he smirked and Bella rolled her eyes, crouching down to open a drawer.

"Oh yeah, you're gonna be real happy when I'm flashing strangers- Aha!" She held up a bunch of bikinis strung together and didn't bother untangling them, throwing the items on her side of their suitcase, "now I need a hat."

Lucas smiled fondly at her, Bella wasn't even bothering to hide just how excited she was with them finally leaving for a honeymoon. After nearly ten months since they had gotten married, Luke had been over the moon to slip her the tickets, three weeks before. 

She had even requested time off work, something Bella never did, normally insisting she could work from anywhere. Luke had seen her work from the hospital waiting room far too many times to count.

Their flight was Friday morning and it was only Wednesday night, but Lucas had everything ready already, from his suitcase, to their documentation, to their travel guide, hotel... Everything he could think of, he had managed and micromanaged, except for Bell.

Just glancing at her messy process of packing made his skin crawl, so he opted for not saying anything and waited until she finally zipped it up, taking far more shoes than he even thought possible for her to wear.

"You know we're going to a tropical island, right?" Lucas grabbed Bella's waist when she circled the bed in order to grab her jewelry, "I don't think you're gonna get any use out of the combat boots."

"You never know, it rains a lot in tropical places," Bella shrugged, falling against him on the bed, but keeping to the task at hand, sorting through the bunch of silver rings she had, "I'm taking it."

"Okay," Luke rolled his eyes, closing her jewelry box, "I want attention-"

"You're gonna have tons of attention, once we're there," Bella scoffed, squirming when he rolled them on the bed and pinned her down, "skull or snakes?" she raised the rings in front of him.

"Skulls, they're cuter," Luke pushed her hand away from his face, busying himself with kissing her neck, "so we’re taking a chastity vow until we land in Malé?"

Bella snorted at that, picking her earrings, moving her head slightly so he could continue to kiss her, "chastity is a strong word, I've always wanted to be a part of the mile high club."

Lucas laughed, pressing his mouth to her collarbone, "oh yeah, so we can get barred at the customs," he nibbled on her earlobe, "my wife the genius."

"Tonto," Bella scoffed, finally putting away all the items and planting a hand in the middle of his face, pushing him off of her, “help me pack, Luke.” 

By the time Friday finally rolled on, Luke was feeling nearly sick with nerves. They had driven to Portland the night before, in order to avoid the maximum amount of fatigue possible, given the trip ahead of them was stupidly long. Their flight went to Philadelphia, where they caught a 10 hours long flight to London, stayed over the night and then in the morning caught another flight, this one 20 hours long, to the Maldives. 

Luke had genuinely considered talking with Kit about the private jet, but just the off hand mention of his father’s name had Bella shutting down in a way he didn’t like. It didn’t used to be like that before Christmas and he wasn’t entirely sure what had changed since Bell promptly shut down any attempt of bringing up the topic.

Besides, as Jonah had pointed out to him while they chatted in gym, the private jet would need to do all the stops for fuel too, it’d only cut about five hours of their schedule. 

���What’s in your mind?” Bell asked, as they strapped in for the first, shorter flight. Only two hours for Philly. 

“Control freak bs,” Luke scoffed, leaning in to plant a kiss on her cheek, “my brain won’t stop.”

“I thought therapy was helping,” she teased him, turning her face for a proper kiss, “nothing is going to go wrong, it’s just plane trips. Very long, very tiring, but just plane trips.”

“Uhum,” Luke leaned in to plant his lips on her temple. 

Since they’d be bored out of their minds, Bella had brought an old ipad, filled with movies. Luke leaned back his chair, frowning as he recognized the opening shot of the movie. 

“Jaws? We’re going to a tropical island and you want to watch Jaws?”

“I like to be prepared,” Bella grinned, snuggling against his shoulder, “you did say we could swim in the ocean and that there’s a shark dive.”

“And you want to watch Jaws before swimming with the sharks?” He raised his eyebrows, clicking on the screen and then going back to the list of movies, “you only brought deadly animals movies… Tsunami movie… Isabella, what the fuck!”

Bell slapped his hand away, putting the movie back on, “it's good for you, builds character.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it does,” he said sourly, focusing on the movie. 

The connection to the London flight was uneventful, Luke spending it updating their friends about their current location and taking his own paparazzi pictures of Bell, as she sprawled on the first class lounge, not a thought given to the dirty looks thrown her way. 

He loved her. 

“This is bigger than our house,” Bella snorted as they got in the plane and to their seats. For this flight Luke had splurged with first class tickets instead of regular ones and a private suite, since it was 10 hours long. Bell dropped her carry on in the large space between their seats, which were large like single beds, “really. Honest to God, bigger than my childhood room.”

Lucas knew for a fact this was pretty much true. He rolled his eyes, kissing the top of her head, “and private too, didn’t you want to be a part of the mile high club?”

“Now where’s the fun if it’s all private?” Bella teased him, falling sit and letting out a sigh, “I bet they have cameras everywhere here… Oh man, champagne? I feel like a princess.”

He couldn’t help but smile at her antics, sitting down as well and indulging Bell as she sat criss crossed next to him and continued to talk non stop. 

Three hours into the trip and at least three glasses of champagne each, the instructions of “stay in your seats” were out of the window. Bella had climbed on his lap and she had her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him and letting out a happy sigh as Luke squeezed her ass over the jeans, when suddenly the plane lurched.

It was so sudden that Bella bit on his lip with force enough to draw blood and Luke pulled back with a shout.

“Bell!” 

“Oh my God-” Bella whined, grabbing his shoulders, big blue eyes wide in her face, “what the fuck was that!?”

“Just a drop, Bella,” Luke glared at her, wiping the blood with his thumb, “it’s fine, relax…”

“Don’t tell me to relax,” she scoffed, but leaned in to kiss him again, bumping her nose with his, “sorry about your lip…”

“Uhm, kiss it better?” Lucas grinned, leaning further into his seat and planting a hand on her nape, pulling her in. He felt her smile against his lips and Luke was starting to feel suffocatingly warm, face tingling with how horny he was, when the plane lurched once more, this time around continuing to shake violently. 

Bella let out a sound he wasn’t sure he had ever heard her do before, a whimper-cry, and hid her face on his neck, “Luke!”

“It’s okay, baby, it’s just turbulence…” He hugged her close and Bella squeezed him with all her force as the plane shook again.

“We’re getting nerfed down from the sky because of these stupid, expensive, gigantic cabins,” Bella whined, getting out of his lap and putting the seat belt on, a couple seconds before the red sign popped on the opposite wall. 

The plane lowered once more, before going up, and even with the private cabin, they could hear the other passengers squeal. Bella’s face had gone from healthy tan to olive white and she was clutching the arm rests of her seat. 

“I don’t wanna die on my honeymoon,” she whimpered, closing her eyes, “Luke-”

“It’s just turbulence,” Lucas planted his hand over hers, “I promise you we’ll not fall from the sky, this is fine…” 

“It doesn’t feel fine!” Bella squealed as the plane kept shaking. She moved their hands, so she could squeeze his fingers and Luke cringed, Bell had quite the strong grip. 

He leaned in, completely ignoring the shaking and going up and down that was causing his stomach to freeze, “talk with me, baby.”

“I- I can’t, we’re going to di-die…” Her voice shook under the weight of tears and Lucas scoffed, planting a kiss on her temple and squeezing Bella to him with his free hand. Over their heads, the lights went out.

“No, we’re not. Have I ever told you about our flight to Hong Kong when I was fifteen?” he leaned in and Bell shook her head, staying quiet to indicate she was listening, but still not opening her eyes. 

“Dad was touring there and it was my birthday, so mom packed us both to Hong Kong,” Luke smoothed over the important stuff, leaving out the details. He hadn’t wanted to go to Hong Kong and his mom was actually going there for a business trip, not for his birthday. In fact, he wasn’t sure they had remembered it was his birthday until two days had passed, “and the flight was terrible, let me tell you. But we landed without any trouble, it was just clouds-” without any trouble because his mom had been knocked the fuck out by the wine, “we all got there in one piece. We’re gonna get to London perfectly safe too.”

“And- and your birthday?” Bella asked in a small voice. Luke wiped the tears off her face. 

“I got to watch dad play, it was great,” he lied smoothly. He had spent it in the hotel room just outside the stadium his father was playing, puking his guts up after such a horrid flight, while his mother bossed her entire staff around. 

Bella nodded, letting out a shuddery breath and the plane eased up the shaking. She sat up straight, leaning back on her seat and wiped at her face, while the overhead lights turned back on. 

Lucas smiled at her, “see?”

“I’m gonna puke,” Bella groaned, ignoring his soft smile and Luke snorted, before realizing her lips had gone a terrible shade of white. 

“Oh, you’re serious?”

“Yeah-” Bella cupped her mouth, “Lu-”

Luke scrambled to find an airsickness bag, but in first class these were hidden somewhere – it was not pleasing to imply rich people puked – so he settled for the champagne bucket, removing the bottle and holding it under Bell’s chin just in time to catch the first mouthful of sickly champagne vomit.

She hugged the bucket like a pro, so Lucas abandoned it, in order to hold her hair back with a hand, planting the other one on her forehead to help her support it. Bella let out a loud moan, echoing in the metal bucket, and he kissed the top of her head. 

“You’re fine, it’s a lot of ups and downs…” 

Bella sighed, pulling back and resting her forehead to the rim of the bucket, while Luke waited a second to pull back, “you good?”

“Think so…” she rasped, so he got her a water bottle from the huge dispenser under their seats. She took it with shaky hands, sniffling once more and took a small gulp, as Luke ignored the sign to stay with their seat belts and got up, to reach for his own carry on.

“Wendy told me to bring these-” he went through the contents in order to find the sea wristbands and Bella frowned, seeming exhausted as she turned to look at him… Only for the plane to drop once more.

“Fuck,” Bell groaned, lurching for the bucket, while Luke fell flat on his back on the ground, his backpack hitting his chest. He hugged it tightly, waiting until the plane stopped shaking in order to get back to his seat, and once he did he realized Bella was fully crying.

“Stay-” she let out a little burp, forcing up a pathetic gush of liquid, “in your fucking seat, Lucas.”

“Sorry,” he rubbed her back, “sorry. You don’t have to worry, I’m fine.”

Bella raised her head from the bucket in order to send him a bleary glare, her blue eyes even more blue due to the tears and the fact they were red rimmed, “I fucking hate flying,” she declared, turning back to the bucket once more and Luke cringed in sympathy. 

“I know, I know, next time we travel we’ll go somewhere closer,” he promised, pushing the curls away from her mouth and rubbing back.

[pryings]

TOA Anniversary Munday

thank you neffi for this template!!!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: ruaidhrí (said pretty much like the english name rory and if you want to spell it that way that's fine too, ik irish names throw people off)

Pronouns: he/him

Birthday (no year): 25th of october!

Where are you from? What is your time zone? i live in colorado and my timezone is MST

How long is your roleplay experience? i don't know exactly how many years since i sometimes have years where h don't rp but i've been rping on and off since i was 11-12.

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? oh gosh, so ff.net used to have (maybe still has, i literally have not been on that site in ages) these like... forums? and i joined one for elder scrolls rp a little after oblivion came out. i was far and away the youngest one there but everyone was so nice in helping me turn my character into a proper oc with like... backstory, a real personality, etc. after that, i spent a lot of time using it to try and grow my creative writing skills.

How were you introduced to TOA? honestly i just stumbled across it randomly! i had just replayed a few fe games and was looking through some tags and thought it might be fun to try fire emblem rp (i'd done some on indie tumblr back in the day, as well as in an mfrp a little bit, but never fire emblem exclusive rp) so i sent arden to check it out and, well, here we still are.

Do you have any pets? simon (mini poodle), john hancock (tabby cat), and tim & geeb (fluffy black cats)

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) early spring! i also like late fall for its temperature, but i dislike snow/sleet/wet socks so spring is preferable because it's not very snowy here!

What is your IRL occupation? blessedly unemployed (health issues have prevented me from working aha)... i used to work IT though!

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? i like birdwatching, reading academic articles about ancient civilizations, and making espresso drinks

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? currently enjoying bg3 + doing a dragon age replay (in preparation for veilguard). outside current, i really like most single-player rpg type games (esp. with customizable character), stealth games (dishonored favorite), and Identity V is the first asymmetrical horror mobile game developed by NetEase for

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: my favorite pokemon ever is alakazam (and its whole line) i've loved alakazam foreverrrrr! favorite type is steel, though! apart from my psychic baby most of my other favs tend to be steel types

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! oh gosh i'm so bad at fun facts...

- i can put both my feet behind my head but i can't touch my toes - my favorite non-ancient empire to read about is austria-hungary - my cat tim was rescued from Outside

How did you get into Fire Emblem? friend's cool older brother was playing a bunch of the games in a seemingly random order. when i'd hang out at that friend's house sometimes we'd sit and watch. i asked him to lend me some and he did!

What Fire Emblem games have you played? i have now played all of them! (last year when i answered this i hadn't technically played them all, but i'd seen playthroughs and watched let's plays of all of them at the very least)

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: a bad translation of fe4 was first, por is still my favorite—but tbh there's not really one i dislike

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! - KNOLL (promoted to number one he's my special guy) - reyson - canas - ashnard - pandreo

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! QUAN—i have such a distinct memory of seeing him come in but i don't remember my initial thought, only that he would have my heart forever

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 vander. duessel. hardin.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: first was sumia! i don't have a set nowadays because i've done a different one on each playthrough - Fates: first was xander, would probably still do xander if i were to replay - Three Houses: first was seteth, if i replay i'll go for hanneman - Engage: first was pandreo! next time i plan to do ivy though

Favorite Fire Emblem class? i like shapeshifter classes! beasts, dragons, laguz, etc. i just think they're fun to play with

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? oh gosh, i'd be an infantry axe unit probably. middling starting stats but high growths if you really work at making me good (there would be heated debates over whether the necessary time investment would be worth it)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? black eagles!

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? axe boon, heavy armor bane, budding talent in faith magic (could be classed into an fe:a style war cleric and it would be my suggested goal)

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? i want to say brodia!

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔 toh-ah

Current TOA muses: just knoll <3

Past TOA muses? robin, niles, almedha, reyson, hardin, iago, perceval, lachesis (i think that's all?)

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? my first muse was m!robin and thankfully i am spared any temptation on picking him up as he is currently being written.

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) i'm kind of all over the place, aren't i? i like characters where i can poke at hidden depths but ones who aren't too closely guarded. i like characters who are shy, withdrawn, standoffish, guarded, etc. in some way but who open up when spoken to. i don't think this has changed since last year, i've been writing for a long time and kind of know my comfort zone.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? boisterous/loud and over the top characters always challenge me, but i've never really managed to make them work, which is a shame because i tend to enjoy lively characters!

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) -i love writing threads where setting/scenery is a focus, where i get to sort of use the landscape as a bit more than set-dressing - i enjoy throwing my muse at characters who mistrust him for whatever reason, and like to explore the kind of slow, mutual understanding that comes from two people getting to know one another - i really just like putting him in situations in general, forcing him to socialize—he's a very withdrawn character so any excuse to have him meet new people is very enjoyable

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? nothing specific! i have kind of an arc for him but it's loosely-defined right now

Favorite TOA-related memories? HAPPYLAND WAS SO MUCH FUN. sincerely i loved the interactions he had there <3

Present or past tense? i default to present, but adapt to what my partner prefers on this!

Normal size text, small text, no preference? small text, bolded dialogue. just easier for my eyes to take it in that way.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 oh gosh. i recently had to go down to just one muse because my health is not so good, but i will admit i already have a few delusions. if i can get myself back to a spot where i feel like i can write a second, someone may return.

[the-inkwell-variable]

Trick or treat!!

AHA A TREAT FOR THEE AND ALSO A CUTE PUMPKIN

TODAY'S TREAT IS A SNIPPET FROM ENDLESS, MY ZOMBIE SHORT STORY COLLECTION THAT I'VE BEEN PUTTING OFF

Under the cut, as it is violent and gory and definitely not to everyone's taste. Enjoy!

“Are y’all ready for some music from the good old days?!”

The screams from the crowd drilled their way into Darcy’s skull. She wanted to screw her face into a mask of pain, but she forced it to remain as blank and impassive as the weird mannequin backstage. She’d worked enough crowds to know that concert-goers were sharks in the water - a single sign of weakness, and it was all over. She’d be dragged under and drowned in the mosh pit. No, she’d have to hide her migraine with a firm glare and crossed arms. She’d done it a thousand times before, she could do it again. There was a reason these washed-up music stars kept hiring her as personal security. She was damned good at her job.

But that didn’t mean she had to like it. It was getting harder and harder to get out of bed on days that she worked. It was an easy gig, sure - she just had to stand in the wings and watch the crowd to make sure nobody tried to hop the stage, and if they did, shove them back into the pit where they belonged. It rarely happened nowadays. People didn’t have the balls they used to. Every show for the past three years had been the same, to the point that she couldn’t tell them apart if you paid her to.

It wasn’t too late to change her career path. Her mom reminded her of that every single time they talked on the phone. She was only thirty-five. There were people in their fifties that went back to college. She had enough money in savings that she could live for a few years without a job - not comfortably, mind you, but she’d have a roof over her head and food on the table, and what more could she really ask for? The real question was, what career path would she study for?

Her train of thought was interrupted before it could truly begin as the movement before her rustled a little too aggressively for her liking. Darcy tore her thoughts from their meandering train and focused on the crowd. A mosh pit was forming - weird, for a classic country concert, but she’d seen weirder. No, this was no ordinary mosh pit. Moshes involved dancing. This looked more like shoving, kicking, punching. So far, nobody was trying to climb onto the stage, so it wasn’t technically her problem… but she still had a job to do, and not reporting this could end up with her getting a bad review. Definitely something to avoid.

She tapped the button on the walkie at her hip. “Heads up,” she muttered into the microphone dangling from her ear. “Mosh pit forming. Looks pretty aggressive.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” A shrill feedback whine accompanied the dismissal, and she cringed in spite of her insistence to remain impassive. “We’ve got eyes on it. People dance harder when they’re drunk. It’s no problem.”

Darcy didn’t respond. No point, really. She wasn’t going to argue the point. This was her first time guarding someone in Bluegrass - maybe they just did concerts differently here in the sticks. Whatever, not her problem. As long as nobody got on the stage, she was happy to let them party however the hell they wanted.

Besides, it seemed venue security did have everything under control. Her eyes trailed to the back of the crowd, where two men in black uniforms wrestled a man out the side door. Maybe she’d just seen a few too many concerts gone wrong - maybe she should start trusting the security detail more. It wasn’t her circus, and these weren’t her monkeys. It would be a lot better for her building migraine if she just stood here and kept her eyes on her client, the one and only thing she was paid to do.

But she couldn’t shake that deep gut feeling that shit was about to go sideways.

Dwayne Davis stepped off the stage to shrill cheers and screams, wiping the sweat from his brow with his flannel sleeve. “What a crowd!” he crows, leaning closer to yell directly into her ear. “I could do this all night! Isn’t it positively electrifying, Darlene?”

“Darcy,” she corrected, an automatic reaction. Her eyes weren’t on him however. She couldn’t take her eyes off of two particularly aggressive men right up against the stage wall. They were dressed identically in plaid flannel and blue jeans - if it wasn’t for their differing hair colors, she’d swear they were twins. One shoved the other, the other surged back. An argument, perhaps? Or a fight in the making? Either way, it made her incredibly uncomfortable. “Mr. Davis, you should end the concert here. Fight’s brewing.”

“Are you mad?” Dwayne Davis didn’t even look at her, too busy cleaning his guitar with a dingy handkerchief. “Do you hear those screams? They love me! They need me! What kind of musician would I be if I ignored their cries for more? I just need a drink of water, then I’m going back out.”

It would be easy to stop him. Dwayne Davis was a scrawny little man, the kind that usually played the comic relief in those old western shows. Darcy was built like a brick house. It would be easy to grab his arm and drag him back out the rear exit, end this concert right now. Still, despite the almost primal urge inside her to grab her client and get out while the getting was good, she watched him toss back half a bottle of water and step back out on stage. The screams grew louder, almost unbearable against the pounding in her temples, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him. There was something about those screams that raised the hairs on the back of her neck. She’d heard plenty of encore demands in her time, but never any like this. It almost sounded like pain and fear, rather than exultation and demand.

Blood sprayed across the floor of the stage - Plaid One dug his fingers into Plaid Two’s shoulders and his teeth into his throat. Darcy was already halfway across sthe stage when Dwayne Davis let out a shrill scream as crimson splattered his imitation alligator boots. “What the - security! Help! Someone help!”

Darcy grabbed his arm. “We’re leaving.”

Dwayne Davis didn’t protest. He allowed her to drag him off the stage, his guitar bouncing off his hip. The stage trembled beneath their feet as people clambered onto it, though whether they were running from the violence or seeking to cause more wasn’t something Darcy was entirely willing to check at the moment. Their screams only spurred her faster. These were not people fleeing from the violence - these were the people causing it, and they were itching to make more. She shoved past backdrops and costume racks, barreling directly toward the back door. She had to get him out. Her paycheck depended on it.

A security guard charged toward them, screaming so loudly that it rasped against a torn throat. Blood sprayed from split lips. Darcy gritted her teeth and squared her shoulders, ready to body slam the man out of her way. Something shoved her square in the back, forcing her off-balance. She stumbled into the security guard’s arms, but he wasn’t there to help her. Dwayne Davis sprinted past, shrieking an apology that disappeared in the cacophony of agony.

I’m going to kill that motherfucker was Darcy’s last thought as the guard tore out her throat.

[lostonehero]

Corpse Micheal YouTube or whatever

Micheal hums and looks through the chat as he streams on a sunny Friday. It's his first back to normal stream after he got new legs, and he is trying his best to relax. Maybe he could pull questions for his father to distract himself.

A frequent question popped up on a larger screen Henry set up so him and William had an easier time responding to comments from people who donate. "What did you look like when you were alive?"

William hums. "When I was alive? Oh, I was smaller than this. The spring lock suit is built for me but is also larger and full of metal, obviously. I'm originally 6ft3in. I heard Micheal got taller than I was, which I am proud of. I had brown hair Micheal got from me and green eyes. Henry always considered me too skinny, but I was fine, I guess."

Henry pulls a picture off his phone of both of them on the opening day of the diner. "Here's a picture we're in our 20s in this photo. If you look closely, you can see baby Micheal and baby Charlie asleep in the corner. William cut his hair short for the opening to look more professional. You can see I used to have dark blonde hair before it turned gray."

William pauses, watching the screen zoom by with the same message over and over. "Henry, what does d i l f mean?"

"Jeremy I swear to fuck if you answer I am going to shove my hand so far up you-" Micheal's threat is cut off as his uncle hums.

"Oh, it's a variation on Gilf, Micheal explained to me what that meant, so I did some research on my own, and it seems to be a new subclass of acronyms, uh like how we would make comments in college about the professors, but in regards to father figures." Henry walks back over to William's side and puts his phone back in his pocket.

William pauses, then makes a soft aha noise. "I wasn't a good-looking guy, though. I mean, maybe it would be the height going for me."

"Don't count yourself out, Mr. Afton, Micheal was very, very nice looking when he was alive, and he was your spitting image, except he had blue eyes and freckles." Jeremy chuckles as Micheal covers his face. "Oh, don't be embarrassed. You were hot, and now you're hot in some weird necrophicalic wet dream."

"That's would be you." Micheal sighs.

"Guilty." Jeremy giggles. "Anyway, to be fair, I've met Micheal's mother more than his father. Your mother was fucking creepy."

"Yeah, I'm not going to argue on that one because you're right." Micheal taps his fingers on his mechanical thighs. "Uh, sorry you guys were arranged, Father."

"Wait, who told you?" William's head turns fast to stare at his son, causing the sound of rusted metal grinding on each other.

Micheal blinks. "I found out going through old papers in the old house before I died, but after mother died, and you went missing well died. It's a shitty contract, and you were basically sold like a toy. That's like super fucked up."

The chat is going wild with plot twists and dilfs sprinkled through

"Hey, I kept my end of the deal. I never told him, but I was right. One of your kids would figure it out." Henry taps his cane against the grass. "But that's the past, and we both know we can't change that and only move forward."

William shakes the ground as he falls to sit on the ground. "Well, I'm sorry. The last memories I have of my son were when he was a teenager. No offense, you've grown into a good man, but I don't really recognize you as this undead creature."

Micheal holds up his hand. "Eh, don't apologize. I don't recognize myself anymore when I look at old photos. I've been like this too long. I do miss having actual eyes, though. It would help convey emotions more."

"You just miss rolling your eyes." Jeremy smiles.

"Maybe." Micheal chuckles softly. "Anyway, you two continue the stream is supposed to be about you two because of the demand."

"I still don't understand the appeal. I'm a skeleton in a suit, and Henry should be relaxing, which I know this is the closest he'll ever get." William shrugs.

Henry huffs. "I've gotten better than when we were younger."

"Henry, you haven't even sat down yet." If William could he would be making a I told you so face.

"Oh, Hush, you." Henry sighs.

.....

The streamed dragged on, and Micheal was planning on ending it soon since they shouldn't be broadcasting everything. He stops when his uncle speaks up.

"One night stand?" Henry pauses musing for a moment. "Oh, right, I forgot I told you guys about that."

Micheal quickly runs into the frame. "How about we not talk about that."

Henry chuckles. "We're all adults here, Micheal, and besides, I'm sure your father can add more details he always recovered better after a night of drinks than I did."

"That's because I actually drank water with the alcohol." William hums. "Are you referring to college or the time after we finally made profit for the first time at the diner?"

"Oh, I forgot about that time. Oh, I should apologize to Margaret." Henry scratches at his beard as the chat goes crazy.

"You know she cheated on you for a long time." William crosses his arms.

"I mean, I know that now, but still. Anyway, a lot of drinks were shared, and we had this old beat-up mattress in our old workshop." Henry stops when Micheal makes a groaning noise. "Oh, come now, don't be embarrassed. We're all adults here."

"To be fair, Micheal was a bit sheltered after everything." William hums. "I did go to an all boys school, so I mean it wasn't unheard of where I was. College was the first time I actually had classes with women."

Micheal huffs as Jeremy giggles.

"So, was the sleeping together a normal occurrence?" Jeremy smirks.

William shakes his head, making soft metal grinding noises. "As much as I would have performed to be in a relationship with Henry, the times were different, and we both had kids of our own. I wasn't stupid enough to risk losing our business over feelings besides after the second time Micheal learned how to crawl and well I had to take him everywhere with me unless I wanted to risk Clara doing anything. Besides, Henry also used that as an excuse to bring Charlie to work all the time. To be fair, you both kept each other busy, but then Micheal would find a way to climb out or undo the locks, and Charlie would follow."

Henry starts to laugh. "My, you had Micheal on a leash so he wouldn't accidently hurt himself. I mean, to be fair, you were a very quiet child and easily escaped whatever we tried to keep you in. Up until you were two, William would carry you on his back after the times you escaped. You adored it and would make Charlie jealous, but she hated being held for long periods, unlike you, so as a compromise, she would play with the mascot heads." He smiles. "You were such a trouble maker."

Micheal looks away and crosses his arms. "I know I was a bad kid. You don't have to remind me."

William gets up and places his hand on Micheal. The heavy weight seemed to relax Micheal only slightly. "You weren't bad Micheal you didn't talk till you were 6, so it was very hard keeping track of you since you were so quiet. You started to speak after you spended time with your sister, which made your mother furious because Lizzie's first word was Mikey."

"They were?" Micheal held a look of surprise on his rotted features.

Jeremy smiles as he gets an idea. "Do you blame Micheal for what happened to Evan?"

Micheal gasps. "Jeremy what the actual fuck!"

William tilts his head. "Why would I blame Micheal for that he was a kid. We all did bad things as kids, and Micheal just wanted attention. I know I wasn't there for him, I was stuck trying to figure out what went wrong with Baby and then the guilt about Charlie was eating me up inside and your mother was making things worse so again I'm sorry for ignoring you when you needed me. However, your mother did cause the rift between you two. She didn't want the same mistake that happened with Lizzie in her words she didn't want you getting close to him. I blame her more than you honestly, but that's not something I'm currently willing to discuss with you. Honestly, I regret not being there for you."

Micheal gives a strangled sob from his rotten lips. He is unable to cry but he was getting overwhelmed with the information.

"Hey Mike, it's alright." Jeremy hefts Micheal over his shoulder. "I think he needs a break. You keep chatting in the live." He waves and carries Micheal inside.

William sits back down. "Did I say something wrong?"

Henry shook his head. "No, Micheal just thought you blamed him and hated him."

"I never blamed him." William gave a death rattle of a sigh. "I'm not ready to tell him the full story yet, and you haven't told me what you two fully discussed, so it's hard. I just wish he didn't hate himself. I also thought he would be amused hearing about us. I always thought he knew. You know Charlie did, and she told we we were terrible at hiding it."

"Now you're making things up." Henry raised his brow crossing his arms.

"You can ask her yourself. Children notice more than we give them credit for. Charlie told me a lot like the machines you've hidden under the shed." William chuckles at the surprise expression on Henry's face. "Don't look so shocked she grew up even if she doesn't sound it."

"And why did she tell you and not me?" Henry frowns.

"Because she hates seeing you upset." William hums softly. "It's the same how you are with her. Neither of you two likes to discuss anything serious, afraid to upset each other. She is your daughter."

Henry sighs. "I want to talk to her, but I always worried she wouldn't understand."

"She will." William gets up. "No, go inside and check on Micheal. I'll keep these viewers busy and answer questions."

"You're only asking because you can't fit inside my home doors." Henry smiles softly, making his way inside.

......

"Did you hurt Micheal?"

William growled at the comment, and his voice box glitched for a moment with his heightened emotion. "How dare you accuse me of something so monstrous. I am nothing like my father, and I doted on Micheal. He always got so annoyed as he got older, and he said I embarrassed him. On a rare day after Elizabeth passed, we reconnected for a brief moment." He sighs as uncomfortable as that noise is. "I miss that, and of course, now I can't do anything I want to do with him. I still can't comprehend how much time has passed since I got stuck, and I regret not reaching out. I abandoned him, and I abandoned him when he needed me the most. I don't know how he is now we've only spoken truly a handful of times recently but he seems to avoid any sort of topic that involves the past or even when I bring up happy memories it's as if he can't recall them." He shakes his head. "That's enough of that."

The chat seems to go somewhat wild. Some comments about traumas and ptsd. Then, another bold one popped up with a donation. "Will you ever be romantically involved with Henry?"

William pauses, scratching his chin. "I don't see how that is possible with everything. Again, you guys, I'm literally just bones in an animontric spring lock suit. I mean, Micheal seems to make it work with Jeremy. I don't think Henry ever felt the same about me. It's wishful thinking to think that man could ever love someone like me. He's always been a good man, a kind man, someone I could never get on the same level. He has always been so much better than I have been, so much better with machines, with kids, and with family. I've always been different, odd. I guess probably why I was arranged into marriage." He shrugs.

"What was Clara like?"

"I'm not answering that." William's voice was stern.

The chat started to pick up again. Another donation, another question. "Who topped?"

"Topped? I don't know what that is referring to. If it is a sexual question, I prefer not to. However, I don't have any ability to do anything of that nature in my current state. I know Henry has already started working on my new body. He has finished Micheal's, but he is waiting for his birthday to gift it. I honestly don't know if he'll accept it. I will happily take a new body. I just want the pain to stop."

"You're still in pain?" A few donations had this question.

"Yeah, I am." William looks away. "I mean, it's as if it's the day the failure happened. The pain has never stopped, and I don't understand why. I've spoken to Charlie about it, and she doesn't know. She says it might be fixed if I'm in something different. It's dulled when Henry takes my skull so I can speak to Charlie, but it never goes away. I don't know why we thought this death trap was a good idea."

"You're still answering questions?" Jeremy comes into view of the camera.

"Is everything alright?" William turns his attention to the blonde man.

"Yeah, Micheal's alright for what it is. He needs serious therapy, but again, it's incredibly hard to get him to do anything like that." Jeremy frowns. "Gareth is talking to him right now. Anyway, goodbye." He shuts the camera off along with the stream.

[darklovecat]

March favorites?

Tretinoin and a 2% BHA serum.

These 2 are a very powerful combo. I only use BHAs once a week, there are people who use it every single day and it is true that is a lot more gentle compared to other chemical exfoliators but I do not want to overexfoliate my skin or disrupt my skin barrier again like last year (when I would use the highest percentages of Vitamin C, AHA, Retinoids every day) so I make sure I only use it when I really need it. I use Tretinoin for anti-aging purposes only, it does not require a prescription where I live so I can get it at any pharmacy. 0.1% is the highest concentration available on the market and some people purge like crazy but I have been using it for on and off 4 years so my skin is used to it. My skin is far from perfect and sometimes I break out due to hormones, stress or lack of sleep and I need products to improve my skin texture. One of my favorite things is applying my 0.1% Tretinoin on Friday night and on Monday my skin begins flaking, I take my BHA Serum massaging it into my skin and it gets rid of all my dead skin cells and I love how my skin looks smooth and glowy the next days.

Garnier Hyaluronic Aloe Replumping Superserum.

I would never really purchase something from Garnier. However, my aunt was recently diagnosed with preoral dermatitis (it's terrible) and her dermatologist told her to stop using any makeup or skincare so she gave me most of her cosmetics that I have been trying out the past few weeks. This is one of my favorites. Whenever I use a hydrating ingredient I always spritz my face with water first to maximize its benefits and this serum makes my skin feel so much more hydrated and fresh, it has a very calming & pleasant smell, and I sometimes add another layer depending on my skin's needs. It gives me the perfect base before I move on to applying my skin makeup. What makes this serum amazing is that it includes so many different hydrating ingredients - Aloe, Hyaluronic Acid, Glycerin... My skin loves this superserum so I use this one quite often.

Missha A'pieu BB Maker SPF 30/PA++

This is another product that proves to me that Korean makeup products are amazing. The BB creams I've tried from Western brands have been lackluster at best, they never match my skin tone, they look off on me but I bought this in 212 Natural Beige and it is so perfect. It's called 'BB cream' but this product is so high coverage that I would almost call it a foundation. When my order first arrived, I was shocked at how small the product was, I thought I'm gonna finish it in two weeks tops but the thing is you put 1/2 a pea size on the back of your hand and realize you could easily cover your whole face with it. I don't know how that's possible but you really need soooo little, only a teeny tiny amount and it's something I still need to learn, I put a 3/4 pea just to be safe and it always turns out to be way too much. I know someone who works for Missha so I got this product at a heavy discount, I ordered 2 and she sent 4, what a darling and what an amazing excuse to buy more products!

Apple AirPods (3rd Generation).

These were a gift from my mom, my Huawei Freebuds stopped working and I've been complaining about it nonstop so she surprised me with a pair of Airpods 3, she was torn between the 2 and 3 so she gave me the receipt to let me decide. I went in the next day and got them exchanged, and I love them. I can do calls, binge my shows, participate in virtual meetings, listen to podcasts on my way to uni, listen to music for hours on end with no issues and I would recommend it to anyone who is looking for a pair of good headphones, the battery lasts a long time as well. The headphones may feel weird at the beginning, like they could fall out any second which is why I was hesitant in the beginning but I got used to it, it does not bother me anymore. I also got a cute little case, it's silver stoned and I am not really a bling person but I did not want to get silicone because they stain and rip, I wanted to try something different, so I just went ahead and bought this one, I love how it sparkles and it is pretty much impossible to damage.

A White Long Sleeved Leotard.

I am obsessed with this long sleeved leotard, it is a game changer and I think this is the best purchases I have made this year. It literally solves 90% of all my cloth-related problems. When I go to the dance studio, I throw this on with my black leggings as a base layer, I just have to take off my skirt and I am good to go within seconds. The material is stretchy but very fitted and I love how the fabric feels on my skin, I also how it looks on me and how it emphasizes my slim arms and my small waist. The fabric is very thin but it is not see through so I can wear my cropped wrap tops and all my see through tops over it without looking frumpy. I love a fitted look so I can wear it on its own with a pleated dark navy skirt or a black pencil skirt (my favorite) as well. It is a 10/10 and I have already purchased many more in various colors and this is the type of thing I never knew I needed.

Love, Cat.

[touchtranscendslanguage]

hello!! i’m a newcomer but i just wanted to say that your series is so friggen amazing <3 i fancy myself some self-care snakebois and anxiety-ridden driderbois. though roman might actually kill me and i’m terrified of him having the ability to make people fall out of love. what a horrifying thought kxjsjdheh??? anyway!!! i have some questions regarding magic because magic yay worldbuilding <3 my bad if some of these have been asked! as i said, i’m a newcomer aha;;

so if taking away a witches magic makes them no longer a witch, can an old enough witch just die on the spot, or are they biologically however old they were physically (like how the royal fam stopped at around 30) and begin aging at a rate normal for their species? if taking away a witches magic makes them no longer a witch, does giving someone magic make them a witch? and if so, are they then immortal or age slower than previously? are any species (that we know of so far) unable to naturally be witches, and what happens if they’re *given* magic without biologically being able to have it? can a person have TOO much magic? what species do we know of so far and are any of them/will any of them be relevant? i want virgil to be besties with the waitstaff again :((( (not a question but it needed to be said). was sleep messing with virgil’s circadian rhythm? probably not but i just wanted to confirm because he’s a vindictive little shit who totally would 👀

will sleep and virge be spider besties now?,,,,pls i need little weave-and-relieve sessions between the two where they just chill and rant n maybe do each others nails or share weaving tips :))) can virgil croquet or sew or knit or something? because he’d love, probably. it’s great for anxiety (probably, i’m so bad at it i wouldn’t know LOL)

i. am going to cut myself off here before it gets too long. have a good day! <3

- OnlyRoomForHope (would be unanon but i can’t be bothered logging in on right account lmaoo)

@onlyroomforhope

Thank you and welcome! I'm so happy to have you here in my own tiny corner of the fandom! Yeah, we love our self-care snake and anxious spider here. Also, wow, ya'll really latched onto that fact about Roman. As long as Virgil and Janus keep their protections up around him they'll be fine :)

A lot of good questions here and for the most part it looks like they haven't been answered before! This is exciting! *crackles knuckles* Let's dive in, shall we?

So if a witch loses their magic and therefore their immortality they don't just drop dead. Their body is still physically the age it was when they stopped aging, they just begin to age again. This applies to humans, fae are already immortal on their own their immortality just works a bit differently.

Giving someone magic does make them a witch. I think I've mentioned it before, but Remy wasn't born a witch, he got his magic from King Thomas. Gaining his own magic made him a witch and came with all of the perks of being one including immortality. Remy is indistinguishable from any other witch.

Thus far I've only put a lot of thought into humans and fae being witches, but I'd say most highly intelligent sentient species can have witches. Especially the humanoid or partially humanoid ones. So most monsters such as naga, driders, merepeople, centaurs, and vampires can all be witches. Dragons, kelpies, harpies, and sirens cannot.

it's also important to note that I said highly intelligent sentient species. That means beasts are not included. So there are no pheonix, unicorn, bear of bears, or bassilisk witches.

Could someone give a beast or non-witch monster witch magic? Yes. Chaos would happen.

No, a person couldn't have too much magic. Exibit A: Thomas. King Thomas has a ridiculous amount of magic. Should he have that much magic? Absolutely not. That shouldn't be allowed. But, hey, I didn't make the rules (yes I did) and it is what it is.

Now, if you're asking if a lot magic can have negative side effects then yes, it can potentially be overwhelming. If King Thomas got all of his magic at once it would have taken a serious toll on him and at one point he did aquire too much at once and it did take a toll. That was a the very beginning of Thomas's reign and he depended on Nico a lot to hide it. After an adjustment period he was fine, though. After that he learned to take magic gradually, one or two witches at a time with breaks in between.

Okay, so so far in the series we know of humans (obviously), fae, driders, and naga. We also know that fae are split into seelie and unseelie. Only humans and seelie are going to play major rolls in the series. As tempted as I am to play around with the many subcatagories of fae and the other species, I'm trying to keep this as simple as I can. We may see them play minor roles as in individual characters but that's it.

That being said, I am planning the brief appearance of a third major species.

Now, there are many minor species of monsters but those all defer to either the seelie or unseelie making fae a major species. Humans are also a major species. The third major species that is indepented of and can stand toe-to-toe with fae and humans is spirits. Spirits will barely appear in the series so I don't plan on doing a lot of wolrd building for them.

So all in all, only humans and fae will really be relevant.

I want Virgil to be friends with the staff again, too ;_;

Remy totally would mess with Virgil's sleep, however he was on Earth up until the day he was introduced to Virgil, so no, he didn't have anything to do with Virgil's sleeping problems.

Remy are Virgil are going to be besties! I am firmly team Those Two Getting Along. They are my babies and I love them, they must at least be friends. There will be classic sleep overs and they will get up to shananagins, so stay tuned for that.

Virgil can weave and sew. He's okay at it. he does it more for stress relief than to be good.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Okay, while this won’t be the best, or most well written, I can’t spend too long on this. I don’t know how long it will be until the creature realizes I’m awake and ends me, so I’ll be quick and straightforward.

I had just gotten my new game for my stream, I don’t remember what it was called, tiny adventures or something, i don’t know. I had gotten it at a discount, being the last one on the shelf or whatever, so I was fairly sxcited to play it. Hat really got me excited was the old fashioned vibe i got from it.

So. I put it in my computer, and loaded up my stream. It’s karl jacobs on twitch if anyone wants to look at it, kidding this is supposed to be serious.

But i started the stream wne thtrough the normal routine, whatever. I booted up the game to see it as a happy little adventure/rpg. With oyu as a shrunken person.

So i played. My viewers were more suspicious about it, worrying about why myh hand was suddenly too small to hold the mouse.

I continued playing although the mood of the game shifted when i noticed a clocked, cloaked sorry, figure following me around. Hte respawn messages became nicer and nicer, telling me that i can do it or that i could keep going. That got my viewers. Attention, but noit mine. I wa happy because it was so nice and gave me the courage to continue.

Until i got to the boss battle.

I suddenly couldn’t even reach my desk so it was too easy to die. Chat was paniced, so was i. Until it got worse. There was a new face on my screen who looked strangely human and sweet. I panicked as I saw this person pull themself out of my computer and reach down to grab me.

I was held up on stream to danglr over theur mouth as they spoke two words.

Your mine.

And i was dropped in their mouth and swallowed.

I ave been here for hours now, tryingt o find a way to escape as this creature began talking to my friends. I think my friend has tried to talk to the creature, and maybe even called the cops, but nothing’s worked so far. Ive beren keeping contact with my friends for a bit through tezt so they know im alive but i don’t know how lobg i will be.

Plese send hekp soon im starting to worry

-Karl

are you in danger? creature?? is this like a game ????

yoo a streamer in my inbox? :0000 honored :DD

tiny adventures lol that sounds like that old au i gave squishy,,, and ???? i've never heard of this game,,,, i NEED more g/t games cause god all of my g/t content comes from a few movies & tumblr efjgjdsf (anyone who sees this give me game ideas. preferably free like on itch.io or smth? are all the games on there free??)

aha yeah very likely mr jacobs BJJDDVJD shoes off on my blog pls

H i want a game like that oh my godddddd

ohhh it was? honey the computer shrunk me DSFJFDV

ohhh weird i love games like that! does he have a significance to the story later on i wonder?

boss battle okay cg for getting that far! was it against the cloaked figure? that'd be quite the betrayal

is this like a dream you had ??? it's interesting asf!

a vore dream oh my goddd i want a vore dream :0

a vore lucid dream, even better!

cool for sharing this w me, thank you! :DD

[translucent-at-best]

Transparent.

I've spent all of today with myself and my thoughts landed here: I'm always loved with an asterisk. I love you, but I don't want anybody to know about it. I love you, but we're so far apart. I love you, but I feel convicted when I'm with you. I love you, but I love this person too. I love you, but you're too fat for me. Always a "but." Always too much or not enough. I'm over it. And me.

This is not to bash the people who've said these things to me, but an acknowledgement of the pattern - a tired ass pattern that I've acquiesced for too long now. It may be late as hell, I may look dumb as hell, but I'm finally good off that.

"We accept the love we think we deserve."

A part of the reason I dealt with it for so long is because I've been loving myself with an asterisk, too. I've wanted and been waiting for someone else to come along and love me hard enough to make up for the portion I lacked, but that's not their job. And it's not fair to them (whoever this person is, if they exist).

I want to do better for myself. I want to be better to myself. I need to. I've already gone too long living my life like I'm not the main character of this shit.

*cue Everest commercial* (yeah, you know the one)

I keep waiting for some Aha! moment that will signal my life really starting, but sis, if it wasn't when you moved away for college, if it wasn't when you graduated, if it wasn't when you moved across the country by yourself... when the fuck you think it's gon' happen? But it doesn't just happen. It starts with a choice.

Two days ago, I put a body con dress on for the first time. I realized I've never bought them or tried them on before because I had convinced myself that there was no way my body could ever look good in them. It's not something I've ever obsessively thought about. It's not something I ever debated me on. I don't remember when I decided it was an irrefutable fact for me, but it was a decision. And it wasn't until my roommate gifted me the dress that I - a thirty-two year old woman - even considered trying a dress like that on.

I even closed my eyes as I pulled it on, waiting for the moment it stopped at my ass or my hips or my stomach or my [insert other plus-size body part]. But when it came all the way up (quite easily, might I add) and I forced myself to open my eyes... I looked good.

I hate that I've kept myself from feeling like that for so long. I'm angry at myself for keeping me from a lot of things, if I'm honest. And I need to stop putting other things and other people ahead of myself when it comes to doling out the attention and love that I clearly need to be giving myself.

Is it an easy decision? No. Will I experience pushback? Probably. But it's not like my current circumstance is easy either. It's just what I let myself get used to.

TL;DR - I'ma try out the red pill.

[writtenbyjos]

Spellbound: A Ghostly Tale, Chapter 6

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Three hours later having been to a costume store sold out of costumes, a jewelry store far too expensive and a dress shop that only sold dress sizes, two sizes too small, a melancholy Casper, Kat and Lucy trudged into the front doors feeling defeated. That is, until Casper had an idea.

"Come on, slowpokes!" Casper flew between wall after wall, and poked his head out to meet Lucy and Kat's tired faces.

"Well, sorry we're not as fast as you are, Casper," Kat chuckled.

"Yeah, we're definitely not as good as you are at walking through walls," Lucy said.

Kat glanced behind her shoulder and laughed at Lucy's snide comment while Casper rolled his eyes.

"God, how many stair cases can one house possibly have?" Kat said, out of breath while Lucy nodded in agreement.

"Twenty-eight, not counting the basement," Casper said cheerfully.

"Peachy," Kat groaned.

"Okay, this is the last stop," Casper floated over to a large, maroon bookcase.

"Thank goodness," Lucy said, pulling her hair out of her sweaty face. Her heart was banging wildly against her ribcage, and her legs burned.

"Now, all we have to do is find the right book…" Casper squinted and ran his finger over the series of dusty books lined up on the shelf. "Aha!" He said. "Dr. Bog's Big Book of Biology! A classic." He took the book out of its place and the bookshelf slid open to reveal, much to Lucy and Kat's dismay, another large set of stairs. Lucy felt her heart sink to her toes.

"More?" She said dropping her hands to her thighs.

"You have got to be kidding me," Kat said eyeing the narrow staircase.

"Hmm," Lucy said, putting her hands on her hips, "four ghosts, cockroaches everywhere, cobwebs in every corner, and a giant cliff overlooking a ferocious ocean…yet this is the scariest thing I've yet to see." She recalled all the ghoulish sights that inhabited Whipstaff Manor she'd had the displeasure of encountering.

"Told you it was scary," Kat muttered.

"Oh, boo, hoo!" Casper laughed. "Stairs won't kill you!"

"But a heart attack might," Lucy said.

"And besides," Kat cut in, "you don't have any legs! Or a heart! So you don't have room to judge here, mister." She smiled, squinting slightly.

Casper surrendered his hands in the air.

"Uncle, uncle!" He called. Kat shook her head and proceeded up the stairs as Lucy followed behind.

The three walked up the stairs, huffing and puffing the whole way. Once they reached the top, Casper stopped them at a large door.

"I swear to god Casper," Kat said adjusting the hem of her shirt, "if that's another set of stairs you'll be dead. Twice."

"Not stairs, and I think you'll be pleasantly surprised at what we find," Casper smiled. He turned the knob and the door opened with a loud creak. Kat and Lucy coughed, waving away the dust that had collected over the years.

Inside was a large room filled to the brim with boxes, and old, antique furniture.

"What is all this, Casper?" Kat asked.

Lucy glanced over and saw her friend's eyes widen in curiosity.

"An old attic, long forgotten." Casper put his hands on his hips and sighed. "I don't know why I didn't think to come up here sooner. But look, look," he flew over to an old rocking horse and began to rock back and forth. "This is Jimmy! I played with him all the time."

Lucy looked around, amazed at all the boxes and junk that surrounded her.

"And this," Casper flew over to a dusty closet and pulled out an old tuxedo. "My mother made this for me, I only ever got to wear it once. I still remember the day," Casper ran his fingers across the lace and laughed. "I wore it to a church dance, and some jerk 'accidentally' spilled punch all over me! No girl in that entire rom wanted to dance with me."

"Aw, Casper," Kat smiled gently and took his hand.

"Hey, no sweat!" He shrugged it off and smiled back at Kat. "Girls back then were all boring anyway, not like you." Kat blushed and looked down at her feet.

Lucy smiled at the gentle way Casper looked at Kat.

"Any who," Casper broke the silence. "There's just a lot of memories up here."

"Yeah, right!" Kat chuckled nervously and cleared her throat. She made her way awkwardly over to a box with the label, 'Don't Touch!', scribbled crudely in dark red marker on the lid.

"Oh, I have to see this," Kat said smiling.

Casper flew over and watched over her shoulder as she pulled the box open. Lucy tilted her head sideways to better see the the writing on the box. Her long hair was inches away from touching the dusty ground. Kat pulled out a golden shield on a wooden plaque and held it up to the window's light. There was a black engraving on the front.

"In honor of Theodore McFadden, for an outstanding demonstration of his musical talents and abilities through his Operatic rendition of Romeo and Juliet." Kat frowned and felt the plaque. "And Theodore is?"

"Oh that's Uncle Fatso—er Uncle Theo…?" Casper shrugged.

"No way." She blew the dust off the plaque to reveal the dates. "The Annual Sunbury Music Festival, 1883."

Lucy raised her eyebrows. Fatso didn't strike her as the performing type, even though she had to admit he and his brothers were a bunch of drama queens.

"Uncle Fatso was really talented from what my dad told me—and he never told me that much about my uncles." Casper squinted at the writing.

"Why not?" Lucy asked.

"I dunno, I think they might've had a rough history together or something," he shrugged. Lucy thought back to her own 'rough family history', specifically the one between her grandma and mother.

"To be honest, I'm not sure if I should be impressed or scared…" Kat said.

"I'd say both is a safe bet," Caper suggested. After she placed the plaque on a wooden table, she reached back in and pulled out a metallic flask.

"Oh, that was Uncle Stretch's!" Casper pointed to it and smiled.

"Look at this engraving," Kat squinted and read aloud. "To my sweet, Vinnie Bear, with love, Charlie." Kat snorted.

Casper cringed and nodded. "Gosh, Charlie." His face softened as he rested his elbows on the table. "She was a character."

Kat half-smiled. "Who was she?"

"She lived in New York for years before she and Uncle Stretch got together. Oh boy, those two were always all over each other!" Casper stuck out his tongue and grimaced, making Kat laugh. "When they'd come to visit, back in the early days, she'd tell me stories about her adventures in women's rights campaigns." His fond smile faded. "Three months before their wedding…she went to a protest, in Manhattan. Things got out of hand," Casper's brows furrowed. "Someone shot her from behind while she was speaking." He floated sadly to the ground. "Uncle Stretch wasn't the same after that…"

"God, Casper. I'm so sorry," Lucy's eyes welled up watching the little ghost.

He tried to brighten up. "She did live a good life…I just wish she had lived it longer."

"With Vinnie Bear?" Kat smiled, trying to cheer him up.

"Yep, Uncle Vincent." He chuckled.

Lucy looked at the engraving and smiled. It warmed to her heart to think that someone could've loved Stretch in another life.

"I think it's sweet," she said quietly. "An epic love story for the ages."

Kat looked at the engraving again and shook her head. "Someone get me a grater for all this cheese." She shivered and placed it back in the box. She searched around again and pulled out a beaten up teddy bear with a faded red ribbon around his neck.

"Uncle Stinkie used to carry that around on his really bad days," Casper said. "He had crippling anxiety all his life." Lucy glanced at Casper, surprised. Anxiety? Sure he seemed a little nervous, sometimes, but she would never have guessed it was as severe as that. "So the great asshole really does have a sentimental side?" Kat broke into her thoughts. "How touching." Despite the hardness in her voice she placed the bear back in place with care.

"So, why did you bring us up here again?"

Casper jolted upwards and snapped his fingers. "That's right! Costume ideas! For the festival!"

Kat and Casper began rummaging through the other boxes and under the furniture around the room, leaving Lucy alone with the box. She picked up the bear slowly and sniffed it. It smelled like old books and very faint perfume. She knew it had been a bear well loved. It reminded her of her old rabbit that she would cling to when her grandma and mother would get into fights. She kissed its matted head softly and placed it on top of the lid in a sitting position. She joined Kat and Casper, who were now occupied with a box filled with old furs and jewelry.

"Eleanor Roosevelt." Casper said excitedly.

"Who?" Kat looked at him with a confused expression.

"You don't know who Eleanor Roosevelt is? What do they teach you kids in school these days?" He said, exasperated.

Lucy laughed to herself and shook her head. She wiped the dust off her hands on her jeans and examined another box. It was titled, 'Photos' in a fine black ink. She pulled out a large portrait of three mystery somebodies: a tall younger man holding a baby in his arms and a younger woman with dark messy hair pulled back in a bun. She wasn't looking at the baby, but at the man. Her eyebrows were thick and dark, cresting over bright, sparkling eyes. The man grinned back at her, and Lucy saw the love in both their expressions. Maybe these weren't random somebodies after all…

The man looked familiar, with layered black hair and a tall frame, pale eyes and a wicked and dashing smile. Stretch, Casper, and Charlie? Or did Charlie ever have a baby? She placed the picture back into the box and selected another of a different man making a snide face at the photographer. Lucy recognized those eyes, the way they seemed to look straight through her. She tilted it into the light. His hair was gelled back and he was wearing a suit that squeezed all the wrong places. Still, his face was cute, round and kind. She could've sworn she'd seen him before…

"Whatcha looking at, Lucy?" Casper hovered in front of Lucy with a large yellowed sheet hanging over his arm. Lucy jumped and almost dropped the portrait, catching it before it hit the floor.

"Nothing, nothing," she scrambled to put the portrait away.

"Hey, that's Uncle Stinkie!" Casper said picking it up again. "That was the day my Mom and Dad got married." He looked closer. "Mom made them all wear something nice, she said they fought her on it all the way." He chuckled.

"What was his name?" Lucy asked, feeling her face flush at the now-familiar mischievous smirk she had seen before on Stinkie's face.

"Joseph, but we all called him Uncle Joey."

An odd burning sensation in the pit of her stomach, causing her to just smile awkwardly. "Did you find a costume?" Lucy said trying to change the subject.

"Yeah!" Casper held up the sheet enthusiastically. "This way I can cover up and cut out some eyeholes."

Kat nodded in agreement. "Casper found a chest full of costume accessories on the shelf. And I found these bad boys in that closet over there," she pointed to a large leader oak chest covered in dust. "Plus all these masks!" Kat held up a long black dress and an old fashioned white evening gown and a pair or masquerade masks. "Aren't they groovy?" She said turning to Lucy.

"Yeah," she replied, still feeling odd.

"My mom made my costume almost every year, she was a wonderful seamstress. She was always making my pirate play clothes when I was little! How handy is that?" He took a plastic sword from the chest and started swinging, pretending to duel with someone.

"The dress might be a little big but I'll bet you could just find a spell make it fit…?" Kat suggested. Lucy laughed slightly.

"Or I could break out my sewing kit. I can sew, like normal." She said quietly. Kat blushed slightly.

"Oh yeah, we'll stick to that then." She lowered her arm noticing Lucy's uncomfortable demeanor. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, just feeling a little sick to my stomach all of the sudden is all." She put her hand to her tummy—that part was true. "Must be all this dust." She scratched her nose and rocked on her heels.

"Well come on, I know a shortcut back to the living room." Casper said.

Kat frowned and took Lucy's hand.

"Maybe we can find you something in town, just the two of us," she said smiling. Lucy nodded. Casper took an old cane and knocked it against the wall three times, causing a wall to creak open and reveal a secret passageway.

"Don't tell me you knew about this the whole time and never said anything," Kat crossed her arms defiantly.

"Not the whole time—just when we got to the third floor…oops." He smiled sheepishly.

Kat rolled her eyes. "Well, come on let's get out of here already." She motioned to her friends and disappeared into the archway.

"Aight boys," Stretch followed by his brothers flew into the night sky. "To da town centah," he said proudly.

They looked over the sleepy town of Friendship. There were no lights, no people out and about in the late hours of the night, nothing. Nothing but an old owl sitting on the gnarled branch of an oak tree.

"When the sun's away the trio comes out to play," Fatso said eyeing the large full moon.

"There—" Stretch pointed to the town center and they dove down silently, letting the wind carry them. "Dis is where the coasties are havin' this little shindig," he smirked. "They won't know what hit 'em." He smiled mischievously. "Stink, you got the bag o' goodies?" He turned to his brother.

Stinkie nodded. They slid through the brick wall around the back entrance.

"It smells like sugar cookies in here!" Stinkie snarled, holding his large nose.

"Mmm, sugar cookies," Fatso said dreamily.

"Someone get me a dead fish or somethin'!" He hissed.

"Mmm, dead fish…" Fatso rubbed his stomach.

"Hey wait a minute…" Stretch stopped Stinkie and Fatso abruptly. "Yous hear that?" He squinted his eyes and looked to the double doors. They heard footsteps coming and grinned at each other. "It's showtime boys," he said.

Timid footsteps could be heard approaching the main hall. It was the midnight shift for the 100-year old security guard, Jerry. As he slowly opened the double doors his flashlight shook in his wrinkled hands.

"Hello?" His voice was croaky and small. Perfect scaring material. "Damn, teenagers! Go find some other love shack! Not in this town center! Now scram!" He yelled, hunched over. "Hello?" He flash his flashlight around the room. The chandelier began to shake a little, making small tinkling sounds. He shown the flashlight on it quickly and the shaking ceased.

"Jerry," Fatso said cooly, sounding almost like the wind or a breeze.

"Wha—" He turned around quickly and held onto his flashlight for dear life.

"Damn hearing aids," he said shuffling out quickly. But poor Jerry didn't see it coming. Stretch, Stinkie and Fatso swept in front of him and bared their fangs with piercing red eyes.

"BOO!" They all yelled and raised their hands like claws. Jerry let out a shriek and fell over backwards dropping his flashlight. The trio hugged and laughed together pointing at the old man. Stretch wiped a tear from his eyes.

"Oh that nevah gets old," he said putting his hands on his hips.

"Whata we do with 'im?" Fatso asked.

"Ah just leave 'im, someone will find him in the morning," Stretch grimaced looking at this ancient face.

"God, what is this dude, one-hundred years old or somethin'?"

"Nah dis bozo's a local legend! He's one hundred and two!" Fatso threw his hands in the air.

"He's not breathin', Stretch," Stinkie poked him slightly on the stomach and he gurgled slightly. They all loomed over him and watched in silence. Jerry made a small spasm, causing them all to jump back a little bit.

"That's good enough for me!" Stretch said flying upward. "Aight, do we remembah the plan, boys?"

They nodded.

"We possess some poor fleshies bodies at da begginin' of da party," Stinkie said rubbing his hands together.

"Then we get in there and wreck havoc as usual," Fatso said grinning.

"Then as just before the clock strikes two -" Stinkie said.

"- the stink bomb will go off! And as a bonus we'll reveal ourselves and scare the livin' pants off the entire town!"

They cackled together, gathering in a small huddle. "And bada-bing bada-boom we're back in business," Stretch said, smoothly.

"It's the perfect plan for a night them fleshies won't evah forget!" Stinkie said.

"Now let's get movin, if we're gonna get this bomb ready in time for the party tomorrow," Stretch said.

Stinkie and Fatso grinned at each other and pulled out the bomb. It was round and a puke green with a stink cloud on the front of it.

"My finest work," Stinkie brought it to his face. "Let's put her to work, this time tomorrow? The entire town will be the stinkiest town in all of Maine."

[thewaywardbruja]

Transparency - 5am Thoughts ~

Hey just me with some random 5am thoughts 😂

Been doing a lot of thinking, and analyzing myself, meditation and growing.

And I've found that I can admit that I was not a good person growing up, being forced to raise yourself makes you angsty and extremely cold at times. And being relentlessly abused on top of it, literally destroys you.

I always have, been able to put my hands up and say that. I'm humble enough. I fucked up back then, and now I've grown from my mistakes.

I treated people like shit, I hurt people, I damaged important relationships, some I never came back from. But it was because I didnt know I was doing it. It was because the only person I got to watch how they interacted with people was the person abusing me.

I was in my late 20's before I realized what I was doing. Before I had that "Aha" 💡 moment and woke up.

But that comes with a price as well. Living with a narcissist - being abused by a narcissist, for as long as I was, I realized, some of her traits rubbed off on me, and for a long time after my lightbulb moment, after my apologies to all who warranted one, because back then I wss a terrible, broken person and I still had some of her traits.

I will die on the hill that profound and long lasting abuse fucks up your brain, physically and chemically so badly that you dont even realize youre doing things sometimes.

But, the last five or so years, since I escaped. I have been focused and doing the work to heal myself, find myself and love myself.

I havent been perfect, I can admit that as well, no one is, and we all struggle with things. It just comes with being human. But I have been working so hard to face those struggles, and do the shadow work ( I didnt know thats what it was back then ) to make myself a better - more healed person, and most importantly a better wife.

Finding #Witchcraft changed my life in a way I never thought possible. I can see the freedom, and the possibilities it has opened up for me, to be able to express myself through it, and be accepted, is just something I cant fathom still. Its utterly amazing.

Do I still have some narcissistic traits of my abuser? Probably still some, but not as many anymore. And I can admit that too. It could be the CPTSD, it could be lingering things, but whats important is now? Now I'm aware and always looking for them, to grow from them when I notice them so I can change and be a better person.

I refuse to go backward, to be the person I was back then. Its my goal and promise to myself for 2023 - to keep moving forward, no matter what.

And a huge fuck you to anyone who gets in my way. ~

I asked my husband the other night, we where talking with his sister about my past, and I opened up to her a bit.

I asked him point blank "How do you see my healing progress, from years before, to now? From last year to now?"

And his response was simply. "You have healed so much, just from last year to this year, you have come such a long way, and I am so proud of you, so proud to call you my wife"

--

I am so blessed, and so greatful that my husband has been at my side loving and supporting me. 🥰❤️

Its been such a long, hard journey, and I am so proud of how far I've come. Of who I am, and who I'm becoming. ❤️

I have come so incredibly far, I made my dream and goal of moving to the UK a reality, my husband and I are finally together after 16 years long distance.

I am going back to school right now to get my requirements to join the police and make my life long goal a reality, and I have a good job ( that I hate ) but at least its something.

I am proud and happy with my life, what could be better 🥰❤️

Do I still struggle? Do I still have triggers and things that break me? Hell yes but I have the love and support of my friends and family now and I know I can face anything! 👊🏻👏🏻

#NarcissisticAbuse #NarcissisticParent #Healing #FindingMyself #ShadowWork

[stuckysdaughter]

Summer Days

Tom Cruise/Reader

Summary: A hot summer day at Tom's pool leads to some fun of a different kind.

Tagging: @youlightmeupfinn

Warnings: light smut, nothing too graphic

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Summer, 1993

It was a gorgeous day, sun bright and shining. You were spending the day at your friend Tom’s house to use his swimming pool. You would have spent the day there anyway, but it was nice to be able to cool off for a while.

At the current moment, you were laying on a pool chair, enjoying the sunshine, shades over your eyes. You hadn’t put on sunscreen yet, as you were wearing a t-shirt and shorts over your swimsuit, but you were about to when Tom walked out onto the deck. He too had sunglasses on, but he was considerably less clothed than you. Only in his shorts, he was a vision in the golden glow of the sun.

When his eyes finally landed on you, he wandered over your way. “What, not swimming?”

“I am, I just haven’t put on sunscreen yet. Do you mind helping me get my back?”

Blink and you miss it, but you could’ve sworn you saw his Adam’s apple bob. But maybe you were just imagining it.

“Uh, yeah, I can do that.”

“Perfect, thank you.”

You took that as your cue to take off your sunglasses, placing them on the small table next to you. Your shirt was next, coming over your head with ease, shorts not too far behind. All this to reveal your light blue two-piece bikini that made you feel really confident.

You might’ve been putting on a bit of a show for Tom, but he didn’t need to know that. Although you wouldn’t admit it outright, you’d had the biggest crush on him for a long time. As much as you loved being friends, you really wished it would be something more.

Your purse was down at the foot of the table, and you rummaged through it for the sunscreen. “Aha! Found it!”

Popping the cap, you passed the bottle over to Tom as you guided your hair over one shoulder. He squirted some onto his hands and rubbed them together. When you felt his hands meet your back, you had to hold back a moan. The coolness of the cream in contrast with the warmth of his hands felt heavenly.

You felt him move over your shoulders up to the back of your neck, massaging the skin as he rubbed everything in. Tom moved back down your spine, just barely grazing the top of your bikini bottoms. Once he finished rubbing it in there, he recapped the bottle and passed it back to you. Thanking him, you put it back in your purse and stood up.

"Shall we?"

He smiled, and you followed him over to the edge of the pool. You dived right in, reveling in how cool the water was in contrast to the heat. He followed suit, pushing his hair back as he resurfaced. You had to admit, he looked good like this. Not that he could ever know, of course. You both took a few minutes to just tread water, staring at each other. As if pulled in by a magnet, you both swam closer to each other until you were merely inches apart. Your breath caught in your throat. How was this going to play out?

He made the decision for you, as he pulled you into his arms. His eyes were still locked on you as one hand caressed your face. He leaned in and sealed the gap, pressing his lips to yours. You automatically reciprocated, moving in sync, arms wrapping around his neck. When you finally broke apart, he swam you both over to the edge of the pool. He hoisted you onto the ledge and climbed out. You pulled him back in again, allowing yourself to succumb to your emotions. As you kissed, he pressed you down onto the hard stone and hovered over top of you.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he murmured.

"Me too." You felt a heat rising in your cheeks, suddenly bashful at your admission.

You both gently smiled, realizing what this meant for the both of you. Tom captured your lips in a kiss, but this was different than before. This was full of passion, fire. And you felt yourself needing more. He seemed to get the same idea as you, you could feel his erection pressing into your core. You bucked your hips up, and you heard him let out a groan. He started to unhook your top when you stopped him.

"Should we go inside? Can't the neighbors see us?"

"No one can see us here. I made sure it's private."

"Ok, then let's do this."

You lifted your top over your head, and you both sat up to take off your bottoms. You had to take a moment to take him in in all his naked glory. He was definitely an attractive man, and he's kept himself in good shape for his movies. When he finally turned back to you, you took the chance to take charge. You gently pushed on his chest, telling him to lay back. You crawled on top of him, and slowly sunk down on his cock. You moaned at how full you felt, needing to take a moment to be adjusted to his length. When you were ready, you started to bounce on his cock, pulling moans from both Tom and you.

"So good, Y/N. You feel so good."

He leaned up and kissed you, pleasure washing over you. He moved down to suck on your neck. You could feel your climax fast approaching, the coil in your stomach tightening.

"Tom, I'm gonna... gonna cum."

"Cum for me, sweetheart."

You rolled your hips a few more times until your orgasm finally overcame you. Tom flipped you over, bucking into you until his own release came. Even in your blissed out state, you were aware of the mix of your juices dripping down your thighs. Breathing heavily, Tom pulled out of you and flopped over next to you. You turned to face him, grinning widely. His grin matched yours, and he pulled you into his chest.

"So..."

"So?"

"So... shall we move this inside? I think we could use a shower."

He chuckled, eyes crinkling. "I like the way you think."

He quickly scooped you up, and carried you inside the house to continue the fun. Which would go on for several hours... thank god for swimming pools.

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Author's Notes: At last, the TC fic I promised. I got writer's block halfway through, but I finally finished. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, and comments are awesome. Requests are open, feel free to send something in. Love y'all! - Butterfly

[wonwoonlight]

drunken confession | yoon jeonghan

➝ Jeonghan x Reader

➝ nonidol!au // fluff // bestfriends to lovers-ish // accidental confession aha

➝ word count: 1.8k

➝ A/N: happy birthday, han!! i made this very quickly and this might not be my best work but i just... really wanted to make something on his bday and i've always wanted to use this prompt. enjoy!

Jeonghan groans annoyedly at his ringing phone, it’s probably midnight and he’s sure no one has any business calling him at this hour. But it’s also his fault that he forgot to put it in silent mode. It’s been a long day and he basically passed out the moment his back met his bed.

His phone stops ringing. One minute, and then two.

There’s no follow-up call, to his annoyance. This person really wakes him up only to call once and not bothering to try calling him again? Jeonghan really can’t be bothered to check who might be calling because he’s way too tired and it must not be important if his phone is not ringing aga—

Huft. Of course he has to jinx it himself. He reluctantly reaches out to where his phone is at, his hand blindly wandering on his bedside table through the dark.

He frowns at ‘Psych – Lalisa’ glaring through his phone, what matter could she possibly have to discuss with him at this hour? She’s not even a friend, just a classmate who he had to work together with last semester for Psychology class.

“Hello?” if he sounds annoyed, Lisa doesn’t say anything about it.

“Hi, Jeonghan. I’m sorry to call you at this hour—hey, hey, sit down, ‘kay? You’ll fall,” her sound gets fainter for a moment, addressing someone else. He can also hear people faintly talking in the background that Jeonghan is actually getting more annoyed as seconds go by.

Why did she call him if she’s not even able to talk properly? But Jeonghan sits up straight when he hears someone whines at the background, a voice so slurry yet he knows exactlywho is it and his sleepiness quickly evaporates away.

“Hi again, sorry. But, can you come here and take [Y/N]? She drank too much and I… know you usually pick her up at these situations.”

“Send me your location.”

Thirty minutes later, he finds himself in front of an unfamiliar house with too much people for his liking. He sees you sitting by the bench, leaning your head on Lisa’s shoulder as your friend comfortingly pats your back.

“Why are you outside?” he frowns in disapproval, quickly taking off his jacket before taking you away from Lisa and puts his jacket on you. “It’s getting cold, if you don’t notice.”

“She refuses when I told her to wait inside,” she huffs then hands him your phone and your small bag. “Thank you for picking her up. I’m sure you were already sleeping.”

Jeonghan shrugs, telling her it’s no problem and he’s glad she’s called him in your stead.

“Oh?” you blink up at him, only now realizing he’s in front of you when he’s literally been holding you since earlier. “Why is Hannie here?”

“To pick your drunk ass up,” he says in mock annoyance, but even the noise in the background can’t hide the fondness in his voice and the night can’t shade the tender look in his eyes. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“Nooooooooooo,” you weakly try to push him away, earning a chuckle from him. “I’m here to get away from you. Why are you here?”

He frowns at this, knowing full well how honest you get when you’re drunk. Did he do something wrong? Did he take his joke too far?

“What, why?” he says, his shoulder slumping a little and Lisa feels like this isn’t a conversation that she should be witnessing, nor one that should be held in front of a house with a party raging on inside.

“Uh, I think it might be best to get her to your car now,” she interrupts, feeling a little sorry but is well aware that it’d be best if you two were by yourselves when this conversation takes place.

Lisa isn’t your best friend or anything, that title is reserved for Jeonghan and Jeonghan only, but she’s a good enough friend and as a sane human being with eyes, she knows how in love the two of you actually are with each other. The question is: what’s holding you two back?

After much hassles and dramas from your part, you’ve somehow made it safely to the front seat of his car. You’ve refused his reaching hand when he wants to help you stand up, clinging to Lisa even though the poor girl is almost toppled over because you put your whole weight on her. Initially, you’ve also refused getting into his car, saying that it smells too much like him that it makes you dizzy, but after promising you he’ll stop by nearby Family Mart to get your favorite ice cream, you readily comply.

It gets him thinking—way too much than he would’ve liked. But he wonders if he did something that prompt this out of you. You never refuse his touch. Even in your drunken stupor, you usually have it in you to call him yourself and splutter words around until Jeonghan’s able to find out where you’re at. But this time… Lisa has to call him for you, you don’t want his help, and… what did you say earlier? You’re trying to get away from him?

There’s one possible scenario that lingers in his head—one that he knows would bring this reaction out of you and he’s pretty sure you could’ve heard his heart drop if you could.

Did you find out about his feelings towards you? Hasn’t he been subtle enough?

“Hannie, I’m so sleepy,” your soft voice calls from the side, head uncomfortably leaning against the window of his car.

“Should we skip ice cream and go home, then?”

“No!” your voice gets comparably louder, and he glances at you to find you frowning like a child, arms crossed in front of your chest. “You promised!”

Jeonghan chuckles at this, nodding his head obediently. The car falls silent after that, you’re probably too sleepy to babble like you usually would, and Jeonghan’s too deep in his thought to talk. When he sees the usual Family Mart you’d go together with him, he parks the car and tells you to wait while he goes to buy your ice cream.

“I want cocoa too,” you coo at him, eyes barely open. “Don’t get the wrong ice cream, ‘kay, Hannie?”

“I know your ice cream, brat,” he grins, his heart warming at the sight of you practically sleeping in his jacket. He clicks his seatbelt and reaches out to pat your cheek. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

He half expects you to be asleep the moment he’s back, but you’re patiently waiting for him and you’re immediately eyeing the plastic bag in his hands as if to scan where the ice cream he’s promised you is exactly at.

“I thought you’re sleepy?” he teases you, opening the wrapper for you like he usually would. It’s quite a nice night out and he figures it’ll be better to spend some time with you here before he brings you home. You do want to eat your ice cream right away and he doesn’t want to risk the ice cream melting down his car seat on the way.

“You promised,” you repeat, happily taking the ice cream from him.

“Are you still drunk?”

“’m not drunk.”

“Oh, you still are,” he concludes, earning a glare from you. But you really are, because Jeonghan knows you’d be talking his ears off otherwise. But you just sit there eating your ice cream, humming to yourself. At the very least, he’s sure there are still a lot of alcohol in your system—you’re conscious enough but not really.

Jeonghan stares at you from the side, wondering if his speculation were correct. You have been a bit off these days, but he’s brushed it off as you being in one of those moods. But after your words earlier and this unsettling silence between the two of you, he figures something about him is bothering you to this extend.

“Stop staring at me,” you childishly mutter.

“Why? Nervous?” he scrunches his nose teasingly. You’d usually slap his arm if he makes flirty jokes like this one, telling him you’re grossed out and to never do it ever again.

But you’ve stayed silent as your eyes focus on the finished ice cream in front of you, not wanting to address him. Jeonghan shifts slightly at this, more worried now than before.

“Hey, are you okay?” he shoots for it at last; you’re his best friend before the love of his life, and if you’re this troubled, because of him or not, he’d want to be able to help.

“I like you.”

Jeonghan blinks at the sudden confession, to the point where he wonders if you’re more drunk than he thought you were.

“I like you so much, Hannie,” you bemoan pathetically, gripping on the ice cream stick. “And it’s driving me insane because I can’t tell you. But you’re always treating me so well and you’ll be looking at me like this and—how am I supposed to not like you? Stop making me fluttered all the time!”

Jeonghan fights back a smile, biting down into his lip that it almost bleeds. He knows you’re an honest drunk, but as much as he wants to address you seriously, he knows he has to do it when you’re sober.

“But you’ve just told me, though?” he chooses to say instead, and you glare at him as if Jeonghan isn’t already immune to it.

“No. I just want to tell you I like you. But I can’t and I won’t do it,” you stubbornly say, whining when Jeonghan takes the ice cream waste from you.

“Okay. Why?” he indulges you, heart racing like crazy since earlier.

“Duh, because you’ll reject me and I don’t want to lose you,” you pout, burying yourself further into the comfort of his jacket. Gosh, you love the smell of him so much. “You’re my best friend before anything, Hannie.”

The fond smile he’s been trying hard to hold back blooms in his face, but how can it not when you’re being like this like this? Jeonghan’s probably biased, but, right now, you’re the most adorable thing he has ever laid his eyes on. He lets you ramble on after that, because your confession only seems to break down a dam you’ve been trying hard to keep together.

“Hey,” he cuts you off. “Come here.”

You tilt your head in confusion, what does he mean come here? You’re literally sitting next to him inside his car. But when he insists and waves his hand so you’ll move closer, you absentmindedly go along with it and leans your head forward.

Jeonghan moves quickly, so quick that you probably consider the way his lips meet yours for a split second as a fragment of your imagination. But your lips are burning, and if you’re sober enough, you’ll probably notice his cheeks heating up from the interaction despite his playful grin.

“You repeat what you say again tomorrow and then we’ll go from there, got it?”

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Apocalypse

PART 7

Pairing: Winchester!Reader x Negan (ft. Sam x Dean)

Summary: You manage to put together a plan to escape The Sanctuary with your brothers, but things don't go to plan.

Warnings: Some strong language, possible graphic violence/injuries.

A/N: So this would've been the end of this series but I've decided to keep it going because I'd like to explore the reader's relationship with Sam and Dean better and I'm just having too much fun writing this aha.

Also, if anybody ever has any ideas for another series they might want to see or even just random ideas, please send me an ask because I really like writing things like this. Thanks for reading!

Your heart hammered in your chest as you crept through the dark hallway. Over the past week, you'd been passing notes back and forth with Dean. And now you were on your way to meet him and Sam in one of the empty store rooms.

Although you hadn't expected many people to be around at this time of night, you had to say you were surprised that there wasn't at least a couple of people standing guard anywhere. Maybe Negan finally trusted you. He'd certainly been showing you a little more respect lately.

When you reached the store room, you hesitated outside the door. Something felt off, like this was a little too easy. But if Negan knew what you were up to, he would've stopped you ages ago. He wouldn't be stupid enough to risk leaving it too long.

You tried to push the thought out of your mind, before gently pushing the door open. But when you entered the room, you were immediately regretting your decision to open this door. You should've listened to your doubts, because this was too easy. It was too easy because he let you get this far.

"Hey there." Negan smirked as he stood in the centre of the room, your brothers slumped against the wall with bound wrists. "Going somewhere?"

"Negan, I-" You felt like the breath had been knocked out of you as you stared at him with wide eyes. Negan wasn't the stupid one, you were.

Before you were able to register what was happening, Negan had dragged Sam and Dean up off the floor and you felt a hand wrap around your hair, before you were dragged out of the room.

He roughly forced you all outside into the cold night and then he shoved you to the ground so you were kneeling in front of him. Your brothers were kneeling next to you, and then Negan started pacing back and forth in front of you all.

"Well I will say, you are smart." He grinned, pointing at you. "But you aren't that smart."

"Negan, please-"

"No!" He yelled, lunging toward you with his bat. "You don't talk unless I say so!"

He carried on then, seeming to get more angry by the second. "Now, I know that you know what happens if you cross me. And I never thought you'd be so goddamn stupid, yet here we are."

You fought the urge to plead with him again as he continued pacing in front of you.

"You disobeyed me, so now, you gotta be punished. Now, as much as I'd hate to lose one of my best men, I just can't let this slide. So I'm gonna kill your brothers, and you're gonna watch. And then I'm gonna let you go, with the knowledge that their deaths are on you."

"Negan, please, just...just kill me."

He chuckled. "That's not gonna work though is it. Cuz if I kill you, then I lose two men and a I get a target on my back. So I got no choice but to kill them so that you know what you've done. And I will take great pleasure in your suffering."

"I'm sorry, okay? I-"

"Shut your damn mouth!"

Your whole body was shaking as you knelt there in front of him, helpless as he focused in on your brother now. He was going to kill them and it was all your fault, because you couldn't just suck it up and stay with him.

You felt like you were going to throw up as Negan lifted his bat into the air above Dean's head. This was your fault.

But before he could bring the bat down on Dean, you suddenly found yourself throwing your hands onto the bat mid swing. Your skin burned as you closed your fingers around the weapon, the barbed wire sinking into your flesh.

The pain didn't seem to last long though because when Negan threw you to the ground, your hands just sort of turned numb.

Thankfully, what you had done had given Dean time to untie his wrists, and he launched himself at Negan, knocking him forward.

And whilst Negan was occupied with Dean, you shuffled over to Sam to help him free his wrists.

"(y/n), you're bleeding." He said, his eyes filled with concern as you struggled to pick up a stone to cut his ties.

"It's fine." You assured him, although it wasn't fine as you were beginning to feel the full extent of the pain now. Your fingers were on fire as you tried to keep hold of the stone, blood continuing to spill from the cuts in your hands.

When you finally managed to free Sam, he immediately started examining your hands, and it became evident to him that it was not fine. "Oh my god." He breathed out, gently cradling your hands in his as he looked down at all the blood.

Your attention was brought away from your injuries when you heard a thud behind you. Turning around, you saw Dean on the ground, and Negan was standing over him, an evil smile on his face.

Without thinking, you picked up a large rock from the floor, barely able to keep hold of it as you lifted it up. And you struck Negan on the back of the head, causing a loud crack before he collapsed beside Dean on the ground.

You dropped the blood stained rock as you took in the scene in front of you. Dean was pulling himself up off the ground while Negan lay unconscious.

"Is he dead?" You asked, your voice merely a whisper.

Dean quickly checked if Negan was still breathing and then he picked up his bat, coming to stand over him. "He's not dead yet."

"Wait, you can't kill him."

"Why not? He just tried to kill me."

"Yeah but he's not like a monster."

Dean looked at you then, seemingly offended. "He's a psychopath!"

"Dean, I know he's just tried to do what is probably one of the most awful things a person could possibly do, but he's a person. We don't kill people."

"You're not seriously trying to save him are you?"

"Just...take his bat and let's leave."

Dean sighed before walking towards you. "Fine, but he's gonna come after us."

"Well then let's just make sure we get as far away as possible then."

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Tickletober 2022 - Day 8: Death Spot

A/N: Thank you for requesting this fic, @hotshot624! I don't know how well I characterized the guys, but I tried! And I know it's late, I'm gonna be uploading a few more fics I think a couple days late, I just got too busy. Hope this fic is good! &lt;3

Fandom: Jackass (Film & TV)

Characters: Johnny Knoxville, Bam Margera

Bam's always been ticklish. Since he was a kid, it was just a known thing to everyone around him that 'hey! bam is ticklish! let's get him!' and that's just how it was.

Even into the sets of Jackass, pestering Bam with pokes, jabs, flutters among the other tortures the guys administered to each other as pranks, it all just became normal practice. And it was hilarious because no matter how often they did it, Bam would always jump or scream or run away from his attacker. He always had a reaction, thereby making the bit funny.

But Johnny Knoxville had been on a mission for these past few weeks on set. He'd been trying to come up with a bit where Bam was absolutely wrecked with tickles, but no one thought it was funny enough or worth filming. So back to the drawing board it was.

And then the idea just spiraled into Johnny wanting to wreck Bam's shit, regardless of cameras or plans. Bam had been especially dickish with his pranks on set recently anyway, so this was all well-justified.

During the lunch break, some people left the set to eat out, most everyone stayed in the outdoor cafeteria to eat, and some ate in their cars or another safe place in fear of typical Jackass shenanigans. So Knoxville waited until after lunch, when everyone would be called back and they'd usually have a good period of down time while crew set up the next shoot. Knoxville watched as Bam pulled back into the parking lot and got out of his car, immediately walking into the air conditioned offices.

Knoxville stalked Bam and followed him inside, making sure he didn't notice him. He watched Bam go into the men's room and that's when Knoxville knew he would strike. He positioned himself just outside the bathroom door and waited for Bam to come back out. He shushed anyone who walked by and tried talking to him to keep up the sneaky attack. And boom, when Bam emerged and started walking the other way, Knoxville jumped out and tackled him to the ground, the two men rolling around on the carpeted floor for a few seconds.

"What the fuck!" Bam cursed immediately, trying to fight off Knoxville. But the guy had the element of surprise on his side and Bam wasn't prepared to be fighting this hard. Knoxville maneuvered himself so he was straddling Bam and had both his hands pinned under his knees on either side of him.

"Bam, I've been trying to put this together for far too long," Johnny sighed, "It's about time I've caught ya."

And then that signature Knoxville grin spread across Johnny's face and he wiggled his hands in the air up by his head, "Coochie coo, Bam!" and he dove his hands down, scribbling all over Bam's belly and sides.

Bam screamed and he kicked his legs violently, "AHA fuhuhuck you! Fuck you fuck-- stohohop!" he was trying to not laugh to maybe not give Knoxville some of the satisfaction he was getting from this. But it was damn hard, man! Especially when you were as sensitive as Bam was.

Some crew had come by at all the noise to watch the scene, all wearing smiles.

"You see, I wanted to make this a bit," Knoxville was talking as if he wasn't currently tickling the shit out of Bam, "But no one let me. Isn't this fun?" he asked Bam and then looked at the crew around him, "Isn't this fun?" he repeated with more energy and got a few cheers and claps.

Johnny's fingers worked their way up to Bam's ribs and stayed there for a while as that seemed to get deeper laughs to come out of Bam's mouth.

"And the point of the bit was that we'd be finding your Death Spot," Knoxville continued, "Which I don't think any one of us knows. You wanna tell me now and just get it over with?" he smirked.

"NAHAHO! Fuhuck YOU!" Bam slammed his heels against the carpet, "Thahahat's never gonna fucking happen, you prick!"

"I expected that," Johnny let himself giggle gleefully, "Welp, then I guess I'm just gonna have to figure it out on my own!"

Johnny slid his fingers up Bam's ribs and tried to get into his armpits, but Bam was making it hard. Even with his pinned wrists, his arms weren't like pulled way out to the side or anything, so Bam was still able to squeeze his upper arms to his sides.

"Let me in there, Bam, c'mon," Johnny voiced, "Come onn, you little shitbird," he laughed and Bam groaned, "What do I gotta say? Open sesame! Please! Tickle tickle tickle tickle!"

The last few teases got Bam to blush and Johnny fluttered his fingers by Bam's neck and ears, which got the young man giggling and tossing and turning his head. It got him to scrunch his shoulders up to fend off Johnny's fingers, which was part of the plan.

"Bingo!" Johnny dove his hands in with some extra force and Bam was cackling once more, "Is this your death spot? That's why you wouldn't let me in?" he asked and didn't really expect an answer. But the longer Knoxville tickled under Bam's arms, the more he was realizing that no, this couldn't be his worst spot. He felt like he could get Bam laughing louder, harder, and longer.

"Alright, back down we go," Johnny wrenched his hands free and wiggled them back down Bam's torso.

Bam was in hell during this ordeal. No one was helping him because everyone was a dick. And here was Knoxville having the time of his life, airing out all his secrets and sensitive spots for the whole set to know. And damn, the guy knew how to tickle. Bam kept trying to get his arms free but he wasn't able to, and Johnny was using the exact perfect tickling speed and pressure to get him laughing anywhere he touched him. And now Johnny was back by his belly and even snuck his hands up under his shirt to tickle him. God, he sucked. Bam snorted at the lighter belly tickles on his bare skin and Knoxville burst out laughing at hearing that.

"Youhuhu snorted! I didn't know you could snort, Bam!" Knoxville was giddy.

And then he moved his hands even further down, sliding around to Bam's boney hips that were showing clearly above his low-rise jeans and hiked down boxers. Bam took a sharp intake of breath and he shook his head, "No! Knoxville, stop, I mean it! Stop it right now. I swear, Knoxville, I swear to god!" Bam was gritting his teeth and pulling to free his arms even harder.

A grin spread across Johnny Knoxville's face like the Grinch. Christmas had indeed come early.

"What's that? Stop before I get to... here?" he poked his two pointer fingers into both Bam's hips at the same time. He felt Bam's entire lower body jerk roughly to one side at just the poke.

Knoxville let out an evil and excited, "Ohohoho..." before he cracked his knuckles and situated his hands so they gripped both of Bam's hips, his thumbs poised and ready for the attack. Aaannnddd...

Yeah, let's just say Knoxville ended up with a bloody nose and a whole target for revenge slapped onto his back. Hips. Definitely Bam's Death Spot. And wouldn't you know it, someone had a camera out and recorded the whole thing.