#iri the woman u are

[murasakiyuzu]

the holy quartet is complete

[novelarrts]

this was better in my head

+ some more doodles i made after finishing the game :[

[losingmymarbelles]

more of my doodles from school FEATURINGGGGG my ocs that i’ve never talked about and also some random designs i drew bc school is boring 👍

[coldflasher]

the flash should have ended with barry quitting his job at ccpd to become a stay-at-home husband and that's on that

[dairsmuids]

okay but the entirety of folklore is an assassin's creed iii album from varying character pov's sorry i don't make the rules.

[niklenakle]

I ran out of tags before i could list all the rune factory girls im really sorry ill do better next time...

Hello, tumblr user. Before you is a tumblr post asking you to name a female fictional character. You have unlimited time to tag a female character, NOT a male one.

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[leaawrites]

Midnight hour with you

Percy Jackson x daughter of Nyx!reader

Request: Idk if ur request are open if not ignore! But could u possibly do tv! Percy x nyx! Reader? Like reader is really troubled and has a like a really REALLY bad day and percy sorta sits with her and ig you can make the rest! By @privbooks922

Warnings: crying, reader having a bad day, use of Y/n, female reader,

Wordcount: 0,7k

I hope this is kinda what you imagined!

Masterlist

Ever since she saw Percy Jackson walk into camp, she wanted to protect him. She didn��t know where the desire came from, neither what she must do to make it go away. Being a daughter of Nyx, most kids feared her. They were scared of what she might be able to do, without a sense of knowing what she was actually capable of. Nobody ever asked, so nobody ever understood.

Especially with new people around, she ignored them, hoping they would get bored of the rumors that made the Nyx children so intriguing. But he didn’t stop. He never stopped watching her. In his mind, there was nothing more charming than the kindness that laid behind her silver eyes. A small touch from the midnight sky soothed her skin in the sunlight, making her visible and yet desirable to him. Her iris looked like the moon, so haunting and beautiful, but impossible to catch.

The night air caught up with the lack of warm clothing on her body. It was a cold night, goosebumps appeared on her arms, making her hairs stand up. As it proves, a simple camp half blood shirt wasn’t the best choice now. The forest around her was alive, leaves were singing together with the wind, a certain amount of animal noises was heard, some birds she supposed. Y/n made her way through the night, walking like a shadow through the dark, watching little shadows dance beside her.

Beneath her feet the moon was reflecting on the shallow, quiet surface of water in a lake. All around her there was nothing but quietness. It was soothing to her soul.

The day had been crazy. All she wanted to do was sit and stare at the water, letting her tears flow down to where it belongs to, letting the molecules be connected. There were too many people for her to handle, and not enough that were willing to listen to her. Who would listen to a silly little Nyx child?

A branch snapped behind her. Y/n sat straighter, her ears flying over her surrounding, trying to make sense of the noise. Suddenly, a lean figure stood between the trees, their body was facing her, not moving.

“Sorry about that,” Percy Jackson said, leaving his hiding place with a grimace covering his face. He was embarrassed that he got caught. The grimace vanished, being replaced by worry for his favorite Nyx daughter. Tears were flowing down her soft face, washing away her sweet smile and joyous eyes. Still, she looked beautiful to him. “What happened?” Percy walked farther to her side, unsure if he should sit or not.

“It’s nothing,” she tried to make him go away with her words, but he didn’t budge, instead he sat down next do her, feet dangling from the wood, his posture was awkward. Thoughts were filling up his nerves.

“It’s never nothing,” he replied, shrugging when she looked at him surprised. “That’s what my mom tells me at least.”

“She sounds like a good woman,” Y/n said, not thinking before talking. She hadn’t heard a lot about his mom, but he fought for her, which made her important to him.

“She is.” Percy smiled at the thought of his mom. Her own face was decorated by a small smile, filling up the sadness with joy. She envied him mostly, hearing how he at least had one parent that seemed to properly care about him. “I like your smile,” he commented, watching it disappear again. “Now it’s gone.”

“You like it?” She asked unsure. It was always something she felt insecure about, having someone compliment it, without being forced to do it by one of her Aphrodite friends, was nice. It was a change for once.

“It’s beautiful,” he said, smiling at her, his golden locks shimmering in the moonlight. “You’re beautiful.”

Y/n’s face filled itself with a warm redness, covering her cheeks and letting her eyes look filled with even less color. They seemed boring to her, in comparison to his blue ones, but he couldn’t stop looking at them. They were different. She was different to him than anyone else. A riddle he would like to solve.

PS.: if you have any request, I really appreciate them, but I can’t promise how long it will take me to finish the story. Since I work on quite a few requests at the moment and also have school work and ballet that I need to have time for.

[southtopaz]

PSYCHO KILLER - SCREAM

Summary: in which Iris Morris has to navigate her personal relationships while surviving a psycho.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, mention of violence, swearing, mention of death, Amber freeman x Fem reader, Tara Carpenter x Fem reader, multiple parts.

Word count: +2,5k

A/n: the story will follow the events of Scream 5 and 6. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistake. Also I use Alycia Debnam Carey as Iris face claim but you all can use whoever you might like.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Iris slowly awoke to the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft beep of a heart machine connected to her. Her eyes fluttered open to the harsh, fluorescent lights of the hospital room, and she winced at the dull ache that radiated through her body. The events of the attack were a hazy blur in her memory, overshadowed by the disorienting beeps and occasional footsteps outside her door. As she attempted to piece together the fragmented recollections, a wave of anxiety mingled with the relief of being alive, while the reality of her situation began to sink in.

Dewey. What happened to him?.

She tried to stand up but a soft hand stopped her from doing so. She didn't notice the presence of someone else in the room and now she could see her mom, looking down at her with tired eyes and a soft smile.

"Don't do that darling, you need to rest".

"I can't rest mom, is everyone okay?" Iris desperately questioned her mother, she needed someone to assure her that no one had died.

"Iris" the older woman sighed and that was enough for Iris to know her answer.

"Who?".

"Dewey and... sheriff Hicks along with your friend Wes". A somber mood settled over the room, marked by the collective burden of grief hanging in the air.

"Not Wes too". Iris silently started crying as her mom pulled her close to wrap her arms around her daughter in a warm hug. "When did this happen?"

"When you were here with Tara, before you guys got attacked".

"Shit, and he got Dewey too mom, we were there, I could've stopped him but I wasn't strong enough". She continued sobbing in her mom's shoulder as she recounted what happened in the elevator.

"It's not your fight Iris, you're 18, you're not supposed to fight a psychopath nor put your life in danger. You're supposed to be thinking about college". The older woman winced in deep remorse at her daughter's pain. "I need to get you out of here".

"No mom, I can't leave, I need to see this psycho behind the bars or even better dead. Someone needs to stop him".

"Yes someone that is not you". Her mother clenched her hands in fear. "I can't lose you too, not again".

The sorrow at her mother's voice made her stop and think. She had already lost her oldest daughter at the hands of Ghostface and now she could lose her second daughter in the same way. She couldn't do that to her.

"Okay mom, I'll leave".

Rachel took a deep breath and hugged her once again. "Sam is making Tara leave too, she told me a few moments ago, maybe you can leave with them. There is safety in numbers". She kissed her temple. "You can't tell anyone where you're going".

"Mom..."

"Not even Mindy and definitely not Amber".

"She's my girlfriend mom, I have to tell her if she won't see me again".

"You can't trust anyone, not even her". Rachel could see her daughter's indignation.

"Why don't you like her? You always seemed to have a problem with Amber".

"It's not that I don't like her Iris but maybe keep this to yourself alright?".

"Fine". After Iris agreed to her terms, she finally let herself relax. "I'll catch up to you later okay? I love you sweetheart".

Iris nodded, and after a few minutes, a doctor entered to check her vitals. He informed her that she could go home, as long as she took it easy and avoided any intense activity.

As Iris emerged from her hospital room with a slight limp in her walk due to her injured thigh, her gaze landed on Sam standing by a vending machine, whose face lit up with a mix of concern and relief. She took a deep breath, and walked towards her, wrapping her arms around Sam in a tight embrace.

"I'm glad you're okay Ris". Sam whispered softly as they let go of each other. "Did you mom tell you about my plan of leaving?".

"Yeah, do you have space for one more?".

"Always". They smiled and talked quietly to each other. Apparently Tara wasn't awake yet so Sam was yet to inform her about their change of plans.

In the waiting room, Gale Weathers sat with a frown, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. They didn't know whether to approach her or no but they thought it was only fair they at least gave their condolences to her in the name of the man who saved their lives. Gale remained seated with her hand covering her face, devoid of any expression.

"I'm sorry," she said tentatively, her voice quivering. "We didn't know him well, but he was there for us."

"It's what he did". Gale spoke through her sobs. "He helped people, I should've stopped him.

"If you had, my sister would be dead". Sam exclaimed before a nurse called her to inform her Tara was awake. She turned around and signaled Iris to come with her.

She started walking towards her before she stopped herself and looked at Gale. "I know it won't help but just know that he left like a hero, and we will always remember him in that way". Gale smiled softly at her words and Iris turned around and followed Sam.

They moved towards the hospital door to see Tara sitting up in the bed, already looking better than she had hours earlier.

She smiled when she saw them entering the room. The two of them sat on each side of the bed.

"How do you feel T?" Iris inquired the girl as she held her hand.

Tara smiled at the use of the old nickname and the hand holding. Maybe getting attacked by some freak wasn't that bad. "Everytime I get attacked they give me better painkillers, so I'm great".

"I can't believe they gave you drugs and all I get is a get well soon, I'm so fucking jealous". Iris playfully pointed out.

"I mean you do look like shit". Tara noticed a huge bruise on Iris's cheek and a little bandaid on her upper lip. She had to resist the urge to let her finger caress it. The drugs were insane.

"Rich coming from you, girlie got my leg broken like a pussy". Tara flipped her finger at her as they both shared a laugh.

"I'm sorry". Sam said suddenly after a moment of silence, looking at her little sister with a sad expression.

"For what?" Tara asked, sounding a bit surprised. "You saved my life". She took a glance at Iris and softly added. "You too".

"For not telling you sooner" Sam said, taking a deep breath. "For being the reason Dad left."

"You're not the reason Dad left". Tara said quietly. "You didn't choose where you came from or who you came from. I don't blame you for that". and then added in quiet voice, "But I do blame you for leaving me too".

"That's never gonna happen again". Sam promised as a couple of tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"I know." She whispered with her eyes watering as well. "But why didn't you come to me back then? I could've helped."

"Because... I was scared" Sam quietly admitted. Iris felt like she was intruding in a sisterly moment but both of them wanted her there so she just stood silently beside them.

"Of what?" Her sister was surprised at the admission.

"I was scared that I would turn out just like him, so I ran to protect you" then she added "From me".

"Sam you could never be like him"

Iris grabbed Sam's hand and gave it a little squeeze as she smiled at her. "Don't compare yourself to him, you saved us. Never forget that".

"You're so high right now" Sam grinned at her sister, turning her attention back to her.

"I'm so high right now" Tara laughed "I'm not even gonna lie".

"I love you"

"I love you too Sam".

"Not to kill the beautiful moment, love you guys but the fuck we're gonna do now?"

"What nobody ever does in these situation". Sam flickered her gaze from Iris to Tara. "We're gonna get the fuck out of Woodsboro".

"Gosh you're making me so happy right now Sam".

After a moment of peace in all this madness, Iris excused herself to step outside and make a call. She needed to tell Amber that she was leaving town. Her mother had specifically instructed her not to tell anyone, but Amber was different—she wasn't just anyone and she deserved to know, regardless of her mother's disapproval or the tension that lingered between them. Amber had already called her at least three times, and Iris had been unable to answer any of them, a gnawing guilt weighing on her.

"Baby, hi! I'm so glad I can finally talk to you," was the first thing Amber said, her voice a mix of relief and concern. "I tried calling you, but you wouldn't pick up. I even reached out to your mom, but she wasn't exactly friendly."

"Hi love, I'm sorry I just got my phone back and everything's been so crazy". A sigh escaped her lips. "Sorry about my mom, she's just worried".

"Yeah well it's not like she's my biggest fan anyway".

"That's not true Amber, don't say that".

"Whatever, so when can I see you? The hospital let you go right?". After Iris's confirmation, she spoke up again. "We are making a memorial for Wes today at my house, you should come. I can pick you up right now".

"Ambs, this is why I'm calling". She didn't know how to say it. "I'm leaving".

"What?"

"I'm leaving Woodsboro".

"No you're not".

"Love, don't make it harder than it already is".

"The fuck are you doing Iris? You can't leave, you are ruining everything. We are supposed to be together". Amber was fuming. "Who is making you do this? Your mom? Let me talk to her, I'll make her reason".

"Amber I don't like the way you're talking right now. It's my decision".

"I don't care, was her idea?". After a moment of silence. "Was it Tara's? Or Sam's?". The tone of her voice getting dark with something she didn't like.

"It doesn't matter, I called you to let you know but once I'm safe, I'll come back for you okay?".

"So what, you're not even going to say goodbye to me?" Amber's voice cracked with anguish, making it clear just how much this hurt her. Iris felt her eyes welling up with tears; this wasn't how she wanted things to unfold, but she knew it was the right choice.

"I'm sorry baby, I love you alright?"

"Who are you going with Iris? Tell me before ..." Iris hung up on her girlfriend. She let out a quiet sob for a moment, then took a deep breath to steady herself before heading back inside. She didn't want anyone to see her like this, vulnerable and fragile.

Once the doctor told Tara she could go, they all left the room alongside with Richie, who just came to visit and they were all ready to leave. The group made their way to the door when a woman called out to Sam.

"Samantha?". A woman with short dark hair and a brown leather jacket made their way towards them. She couldn't recognize her at first until she realized who she was and she widened her eyes in shook.

"Jesus that's Sidney Prescott" she whispered to Tara who just looked like she wanted nothing to do with all of this.

"It's Sam"

"I'm..."

"I know who you are".

Sidney took a deep breath and turned to Tara. "I hope you're okay". The girl just flashed her a tiny smile.

"Listen, I'm sorry..."

"You're Billy's daughter". The older woman cut her off before Sam could finish whatever she was going to say. Damn straight to business.

"We'll bring the car around" Richie motioned for Iris to follow her as she started pushing Tara's wheelchair. They helped her into the car and then they both got into it too. Richie pulled out to the front of the hospital as they waited for Sam to finish her conversation.

Iris turned to Tara and grinned at her. "Between us girlies, on a scale of 1 to 10 how hot Sidney Prescott is?".

"Really? Not the time Iris". Tara looked at her unamused.

"Oh come on, I definitely wouldn't mind some stabbing if she ends up saving me".

Tara just stared at her, a blank expression on her face, and Iris winced at the awkwardness. "Too soon? Sorry about that."

"Stupid". A silence stretched over them. "Definitely a ten".

"HA, fucking knew it".

They would have continue joking if they didn't hear Richie honking the car at Sam as it seemed she was in the middle of an argument with both Sidney and Gale.

"All right, let's get the fuck out of town,huh?" Richie said happily as they were finally about to leave this nightmare.

"Sorry, that's my boyfriend Richie". Sam apologized.

"Nice to meet... we met" Richie gestured with his hands. "Sam, please get in the car so we never have to see these people again".

"Remind me again, how is your sister dating this dude?" Iris whispered so Richie didn't hear them and in exchange she only got a slap in her arm telling her to shut up.

As Sam opened the door and entered the car, they heard Sidney calling out to her one more time.

"No, we're leaving. That's the only way I can protect Tara".

"Okay good luck". Sidney finally said with a defeated sigh, she knew there was nothing she could say to stop the younger girl from leaving.

"You too". Sam nodded at her. Iris, on the other hand, lowered her window so she could look at the woman. "Sidney, do me a favor? Kill this fucker for us".

A few minutes later, they drove past the Woodsboro exit sign, signaling that they were finally leaving this haunted town behind. Iris glanced over at Tara, who appeared to be frantically searching for something, her hands diving deep into her bag with a sense of urgency.

"What are you looking for?". Iris asked though received no answer.

"I left a message for mom, I told her where we're going". Not even Iris knew where the fuck they were going. "You good back there?".

"Fuck, where is it?" Tara turned the lights on as she kept looking. Sam and Iris looked at each other in confusion.

"Where is what?".

"My inhaler, I usually keep an extra one".

"Should we go back?". Sam turned to Richie in question.

"Whoa, okay, I vote for not going back to the murder hospital".

"God the worst thing just happened, I agree with Richie". Iris sighed in disappointment. "Maybe we can stop at a pharmacy?".

"I'd need a prescription". Fuck. "But I left an extra one at Amber's, her house is on the way".

"No no no" Richie complained to them.

"I'd be in and out". Tara reassured him.

"Do you think you could hold out till Modesto?" Sam asked.

"I don't think so," Iris said softly, pressing her hand onto Tara's shoulder and giving it a gentle rub.

"Okay what's the adress?"

"123 no fucking way lane". Richie snapped in annoyance.

"She needs it you dummie, I don't want to go to Amber's house either but we have no choice". Tara looked at her questiongly at that, she mouthed "explain later".

"Yeah and I need to keep all of the blood in my body and so do you". He looked at the girl from the mirror.

"Richie please". Tara begged

"Bro If you don't turn around, Ghostface will be the last of your problems".

Richie looked blankly at Iris once more and sighed in despair as Sam touched his shoulder trying to convince him. "Okay yeah fuck, what's the goddamn address?"

As they turned back around to come back to the city, Tara turned to Iris waiting for her to explain.

"Before we left the hospital, I called her, she said they were doing some kind of memorial for Wes and wanted me to go". Tara motioned at her to go on. "I said I couldn't cause I was leaving".

"She wanted to know where and I didn't tell her, my mom asked me not to. She said I couldn't leave just like that, then she wanted to know who I was going with and when I refused to tell her again, she got mad".

Iris glared intensely at her hands without blinking. "So I just hung up". Tara grimaced at that. "Yeah I know, asshole move but I panicked".

"She's going to kill you when she sees you". Tara tried to joke.

"Fuck I know".

[loserlvrss]

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒

the world crumbled a long time ago. humanity could've died off — and, some would say it had — but, in reality, all it did was prosper under new circumstances. broken shreds of what remained, nature reclaimed, intertwining with the wires of the programming. Some would die just to be in the network of higher-ups, and some would rather watch the world burn a hundred times over. the question wasn't, which are you? it's who are you? In a place where somebody is really nobody.

a place where technology hadn't died: the sector one. the place where nobody who was ever somebody lived. a distant place to almost everyone else. only handing itself out on a silver platter to the, self-proclaimed, elite of the elite — old money, nepotism and pure coincidence — people lied, stole, betrayed, killed and died just for a place amongst the best of the worst. no one deserved the title this place disguised them with, wasting and polluting an already hellish world.

but, there was a whisper against the wind. the monarch's reign would soon come to fall — the reapers alongside. sector one would no longer prosper off the graves of its people. the walls would crumble as the old habits died. all it would take was eight pirates and one so-called princess to overthrow reality and start a revolution where everyone could be anyone.

there weren't mercenaries anymore, just a new world. and, all you had to do was step into it.

all rights reserved copyright © loserlvrss 2024

genre // romance, dystopian, cyberpunk, cybercore, drama, alternate universe, action, enemies to lovers, suggestive, smut, love triangle, multi x reader, series, comedy, post-apocalyptic universe, chapters

estimated word count // ≈ 32-50k

theme warnings // language, descriptive death & fights, blood, gore, sexual & suggestive content, substance abuse (drugs & alcohol)

status // ongoing, will post when i have time <3

playlist // wake up ateez, poison love dreamcatcher, wet dream snow wife, predator lee gi kwang, xs rina sawayama, do or die dpr artic dpr ian, i’m not a woman i’m a god halsey, coma dvii, silver light ateez, supernova aespa, ganma lexie liu, cyberpunk ateez, addicted pixy, another life key, gottasadae bewhy, daisy ashnikko, this world ateez, bad alive wayv, django ateez, claws kim petras, nightmare trendz, bound key, break it off — bonus track pinkpantheress, new world ateez, spoiled bitch tiffany day, eenie meenie chungha hongjoong of ateez, gods league of legends new jeans, dune ateez, the bat nct u, what do you want from me? bad omens, side by side bewhy, misa misa! corpse scarlxd cordhell, set it off league of legends dpr live jimmycline, halazia ateez, rpm sf9, iris pastel ghost

author’s note // tag list open !!

chapter one chapter two chapter three chapter four chapter five chapter six chapter seven chapter eight ++ more to be added !!

[willsimpforanyone]

Hello! I'm not sure if you are taking requests right now, but I'd you are could you do something with a daughter of medusa who us almost or fully blind and everyone avoids her except for percy who has a crush on her? Can end however ypu would like :).

And remember to take of yourself and drink water!!! ❤️

thank u my lovely <3 hope u enjoy

i do have bad vision but i am not blind, so i apologise for inaccuracies,

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medusa was blessed with a daughter

gorgeously thick, curly hair, strong as hell, brought up by your mother as best she could

she was so happy when you opened your eyes as a baby and no one you looked at turned to stone

her curse was not yours!

it only took a moment for her to realise her curse had a different effect on you

you were not cursed, but as a side effect of being medusa's child, you were almost completely blind

growing up, you never realised there was anything too different about you

why would you? your mother raised you and she kept her eyes covered most of the time, she knew how to live as a blind woman in a seeing world

things got worse as you got older, and around 10 years old is when it got really bad

the monsters were relentless, and even medusa hiding you away didn't seem to help with the nightmares

so, when you were 12, she brought you to the camp

chiron was hesitant, but knew you meant no harm - you were a scared, lonely kid, like so many others before you

kinda for the first time, you were interacting with people who could see

it wasn't hard to guess who your mother was, and apparently that was enough for the other kids to reject you immediately

you learned to wear sunglasses or some kind of fabric over your eyes, otherwise some kid would start screaming

the first couple years of teenhood were rough

of course. you learned to live with it

you learned to become incredibly spacially aware, to be able to walk into a room and know exactly how many people there were and where they were standing

there were some kids who were alright, some from the athena cabin were civil despite their mom being the one who cursed yours

occasionally, though, there was a kid called percy

a son of posiden, who you were suitably wary enough of (again, considering the story)

he came to camp a little before you did, and was off on a quest when you actually arrived

it was an odd introduction

"hi, i'm percy, i kinda killed your mom"

you had shrugged, fingers still trailing over the book in front of you

"i know. she sent me an iris message from the underworld. it's not the first time someone's killed her, she'll be back in a few days"

the silence that followed was one of awkward expectation, and you snorted a laugh. "dude, chill out, i don't care anymore"

he'd hesitantly accepted your acceptance and had left, and you'd thought that would be the end of it

to your surprise, he would come back and talk

a friendship blossomed over the next couple years, something that was new to you

you genuinely liked him

he didn't ask questions about being blind all the time, he didn't scream when your sunglasses slipped down your nose, he seemed to automatically let you know what he was doing and where he was in your space

with him came grover, the somewhat nervous satyr who calmed down once annabeth, percy's other friend, slapped the back of his head when he asked if your hair was just a bunch very thin snakes

this was more friends than you'd had in your life, and it was kind of incredible

annabeth got some books in greek braille, and together you discovered that it was easier for you to read - the ancient greek hardwire was still very much present in your brain, even if you couldn't see the letters

percy, however, went the extra mile every time

every activity you were hesitant about, he was right there with you, describing the new areas, offering to help but never touching you or giving advice unless you asked first

any time something changed with the camp, whether it was a part of the forest or the layout of the camp itself, he'd go with you to explore the differences to change the mental map you had in your head

late nights were reserved for sitting together around a campfire, maybe with grover and annabeth, maybe not

but they were a time for you to ask questions instead

what colour were the new swords? what does bronze look like? is the red of the strawberries as sweet as they taste?

he would answer as best he can, trying to explain from every angle, like trying not to use other colours to explain another colour

one night, in your fourth year of camp, you got up the courage to ask him the question you'd been wanting to ask him forever

"percy? what do i look like?"

there was a pause, and you knew he had turned to look at you by the rustling of his hair

...a minute passes, and you shift in your seat

"you don't have to tell me, it's fine, forget i asked-"

"no!"

he interrupts you, blurting out a protest a little louder than he intended

he continues, clearing his throat

"no, i just- would it be okay if you took your sunglasses off? so i can give you the best description?"

in answer, you slipped off your sunglasses, hanging them in the neck of your t-shirt

all you could see was a faint warm, orange-yellow glow from the fire

percy takes a breath

"okay, here goes- you're beautiful. i-i know that isn't much but... you look warm. like the feeling of coming back to our cabin at the end of a really good day, tired but happy, and everything is quiet and calm and cosy and you know you're gonna sleep so good. you look like sunsets over the sea, like someone has managed to set the horizon on fire but, y'know. less dangerous than setting fire to things."

you laugh, subconsciously leaning against his shoulder with your heart trying to keep pace with the butterflies in your stomach

"yeah? i look warm?"

his voice is almost a whisper

"right now, yeah. the firelight is reaching out over the grass to touch you, preferring to have you warm than the trees around us. if we were regular teenagers, we could be telling scary stories"

i rest my hand, palm up, on his knee, a silent way of telling him to give me his hand

he does so, and i link our fingers together tightly, a 'thank you' that we don't need to hear

"percy?"

"yeah?"

"what do you look like right now?"

another pause, and he squeezes my fingers gently

"i think... right now, i look like i'm completely in love with you"

my head lifts from his shoulder, head turned to him as if i need to hear him better, like we aren't side to side, holding hands

"you... what?"

he breathes a shaky laugh, and i feel his hand move to pause just over my cheek

"sorry, that wasn't a great description, but i couldn't think of anything else to say. can i put my hand on your cheek?"

slowly, i nod, feeling his warm palm settle against my skin, his thumb brushing over my cheek

"please say no if you don't want me to," he whispers, voice nervous but also filled with hope

"but can i please kiss you?"

i don't need to be able to see to know how big he smiles when i say "yes"

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i hope that was okay? i tried my best, if anyone has an issue with it or wants me to correct something, let me know!

[lcnelyghost]

how about James march trying his best to keep the reader away from the countess, but they eventually start talking and it ends up with the countess manipulating the reader into thinking James doesnt like them? some angst maybe idkkk

I hope u have a great day, Thank u sm!!

ps: i love ur work :)

𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔢, 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰//𝔧𝔭𝔪 ✰

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥 𝔵 𝔣𝔢𝔪 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤; 𝔭𝔤

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; 𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔰

The sound of silence was the only sound present in the Cortez. Everyone was either out, asleep, or just trapped here, remaining in secret for however long they wished to be hidden.

You however, were wide awake in bed, just staring at the ceiling. James lay asleep beside you. His dark chocolate brown hair slightly messed up, a few bits resting upon his forehead. He always looked so peaceful when he was sound. You could never help but to admire his beautiful, sleeping form. With him being a ghost, he didn’t need much sleep. But even the dead got tired at times.

You sighed and slid out of bed, cringing when you saw James stir. You managed to creep quietly to another spot of the room, changing into clean clothes before leaving a note for you’re partner when he woke up.

Dearest James,

I have gone down to the bar for a bit of peace. I may not be here when you wake up, so no need to go looking for me. I will arrive back when i’m fully relaxed.

Love, Y/N.

You finished signing off the note before heading down to the bar. Luckily enough, Liz was still up serving drinks. So you wouldn’t need to help yourself and go a tad bit crazy. Perhaps she’d make sure you were keeping a limit on how much you were drinking.

She smiled at you before placing a glass down, putting in a few bits of ice. You liked when the two of you could talk in the dead hours of night. It was far more peaceful and no one would be able to disturb either of you.

“What are you in the mood for tonight, honey?” Liz asked. You requested you’re choice of beverage and she was busy making it within seconds. In the distance, you could see Sally sitting in one of the booths.

Liz handed you you’re drink and you thanked her gracefully. You took a sip before lighting a cigarette.

“Can’t sleep?” Liz guessed.

You shook you’re head and blew out a cloud of smoke. Not a single soul was in sight but yourself, Liz, and Sally. A chill ran down you’re spine as you listened in to the deadly silence.

“Is anyone else even up at this time?” You questioned. Liz just poured herself a drink and sat on the stool behind the bar.

“Well.. John sometimes comes down. I think Iris is probably sound asleep. And my Tristan always hits the snooze button the minute he lays down.” The two of you giggled. I think most of the ghosts were aware that Tristan LOVED his sleep. Even in death, he still found it incredibly important.

“Oh, and the Countess is always just out or in her room with Donovan or whoever she’s still with these days.” Liz said, swiftly gulping down her beverage. You raised a brow and stared behind her in deep thought.

“Everything ok honey?”

You were quick to snap back into reality. “Oh yeah, yeah. Just.. i’ve never seen her in person.”

Liz nearly choked on the small bag of chips she was now snacking on. “You’ve never seen the Countess?!?”

You awkwardly bit you’re lip. “No..”

Liz sighed a little. “Even.. even Mr March hasn’t mentioned her to you?”

“Nope..”

She looked rather confused but decided to shake it off. You were about to finish you’re drink but you seemed to notice how Liz was staring at the ground floor beneath the bar, paying close attention to the beautiful blonde woman walking through the doors.

“That’s her.”

“Sorry?”

“That’s the Countess.” Liz pointed out, getting herself off of the bar stool and pretending to clean up the minute the Countess caught her looking.

You drank the last of you’re glass before taking a good look at her. Soon enough, the two of you locked eye contact.

She smirked slightly before dismissing the thought of returning to her suite and heading up to the bar. Had you made a mistake by letting her notice you’re presence? You didn’t have a clue. From what you’ve heard of the Countess, you knew she wasn’t one to fuck around with. Be careful with you’re words. Always.

Her heels tapped against the stairs going upwards to the bar. Liz gave you a sort of ‘good luck’ expression before going off to speak to Sally.

She finally entered the bar and you turned you’re back to her, hoping she’d just go back to wherever she was originally planning on going.

That thought ended and you’re bubble was immediately burst. She took a seat on the bar stool next to you, sensing the fear radiating within.

“New face I take it?” She laughed with a slight hint of coldness to her tone, calling for Liz to come over and make her a drink. You saw the friendly, now nervous barmaid whisk out a large, fancy glass containing some sort of red liquid. You assumed it was wine, of course.

You gathered enough courage to face her, forcing a smile. “I’ve been here and there in the Cortez.”

“Hm, so what is it that draws you in to spend you’re time in this place?” The Countess questioned. You thought wisely about what answer you’d give her but just guessed it would be best to tell her the truth. You weren’t exactly threatened by her, but you just didn’t really want to know what she would do if you dared to offend her in any way, shape, or form.

“I stay here for someone who has drawn me in from the very first moment I met him.” You replied, watching her take a sip of her drink. She licked her lips and stared at you with great interest. Playfulness, even.

“Would I care to know this person?”

You sighed. “Maybe. Maybe not..”

She chuckled before signalling to you that she wanted an answer. Now.

“His name is James Patrick March. You may not have heard of him, but he has quite the reputation. So I won’t be surprised if you know who he is.”

She grinned wickedly before giggling softly. You blinked and wondered if telling her was the correct choice to make.

“Yes. As it turns out, i’m aware of who James is.”

You were confused on why she used his first name. You knew the guests and other ghosts only referred to him as Mr March. That was what he expected from all of them.

“Have you met?”

She laughed even further and you began to feel nauseous.

“James and I go way back. Though i’m sure you’re aware that he’s not from you’re timeline.” The Countess whispered. You nodded you’re head gently and didn’t know if you really wanted to find out how the Countess was acquainted with you’re beloved.

“You see, James and I were rather close back in our day. He appeared to have drawn me in with the same darkness I presume he drew you in with. It’s a pity though. Even when he put a ring on my finger, I didn’t entirely know what I was walking into.” Lying bitch. James had been the one to suffer for years due to her unloving and selfish personality. Though, that you had absolutely no clue about.

The minute she finished her last few sentences, you practically choked on you’re cold refill.

“I’m- i’m sorry?” You sputtered. James had a wife?

The Countess laughed again and took a few more sips of her drink. You felt yourself begin to feel like an idiot. James had been wed to her, and you knew nothing about it. He hadn’t mentioned anything that would indicate he had a previous lover. Especially not that his past lover was the Countess..

“I must warn you, he can be quite a handful when he wants to be. In fact, i’m still forced to have atleast one meal with him each month.” She huffed. You looked at her in disbelief. So that’s why James was never ‘available’ to see you on one specific day each month. Well, that’s how Miss Evers had put it.

“I’m guessing you’re aware of his past. I did not support his actions. But, I had to live with them. I tried to tell him about my doubts in our relationship, but I had no choice. I was stuck. I knew James would certainly never let me move forward..” The Countess lied again. Her tone was filled with pure, mock sadness.

You were at a loss for words. You’re.. you’re James was a control freak? If you ever wanted to leave him, he’d hold you captive within the walls of this hellhole?? That wasn’t what had struck you most. It’s the fact that he had been a lover of this woman for so long, and you didn’t even know about it..

I mean what could you possibly do? It was clear she wasn’t fond of him anymore, but was he still madly in love with her? Was he even YOU’RE James? Perhaps he’d been using you on the nights and days he never got to see the Countess.

“I must be getting back to my suite. Just.. keep in mind what I told you.” She grinned again, winking at you before abandoning her drink and leaving.

You sat there, a dreadful feeling of hurt and loneliness slowly passing over you. You’d been lied to. Again. So many men had all sorts of experiences in you’re life, and you thought James might just have been the one that changed everything. Well weren’t you the fool.

Liz came back over to you after she realised the Countess had left. She noticed the lining of tears in you’re eyes, suddenly growing worried.

“Sweetie, is everything alright?”

You fumbled for words. “I.. I need to go..”

You placed a hand over you’re mouth and dashed off. Leaving Liz confused and even more worried than what she was before.

***

You ran from hallway to hallway, desperately trying to get back to you’re suite. You passed Tristan on the way, he was fully clothed but was furiously rubbing at his clearly tired eyes. By the looks of it, he’d just awoken from his slumber.

“Oh hey Y/N..” He yawned, stumbling backwards when you shoved past him, still sobbing.

“Damn, someone’s pissed.” Tristan mumbled sleepily.

***

You finally reached you’re suite and burst through the door. There was no sight of James, so you ran to the bedroom and slammed the door behind you.

Curling up into a ball on the bed, you just sobbed. Sobbed and sobbed and sobbed you’re precious heart out, trying to release some of you’re pain.

James was quick to appear before you, totally stunned and extremely angry in case someone had hurt you.

“Darling! Oh, my darling.. what is wrong?” He said, reaching over to place a hand on you’re shoulder. You only flinched back in pure rage.

“Don’t touch me you bastard!”

James stared at you, wide eyed. He was totally bewildered. What had he done that would have hurt you so?

“I spoke with a familiar face in the bar. Very familiar, actually. You’d certainly know her..”

“Her?” He raised a brow.

“YOU’RE WIFE.”

James looked at you blankly. “Darling.. whatever do you mean?”

You scoffed and flew off the bed, pushing past him. He was quick to follow you into the sitting room.

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean?’ you asshat! You know exactly what I mean, James!” You screamed angrily. Flopping down onto the sofa in you’re fit of rage.

“Dearest please.. I don’t understand..”

You laughed at his foolishness. “The Countess. Does that ring any bells, Jimmy?”

He gulped slightly. You only referred to him as ‘Jimmy’ when you were extremely pissed. Now he knew he was in trouble.

“Dear, this a misunderstanding!” He yelled back. Beginning to grow frustrated with his words not even being acknowledged or listened to.

“James.. I know for a fact that this isn’t a misunderstanding. The Countess told me everything. How you got married, that you wouldn’t let her leave, how you trapped her in here! Is that what you’ll do to me?” You whimpered, noticing the look of hurt on his face.

He took a few steps closer to you and sat on the armchair nearby, sighing.

“My love, you know I would never hurt you. Ever. And as for the Countess, that woman isn’t so perfect herself. Our story.. wasn’t like that at all. I was betrayed, lied to. I thought I had fallen in love but I was so confused.. and desperate for that matter. Elizabeth used me as a distraction. A past lover of hers had passed away, and she felt herself also on the brink of death. So.. I tried so very hard to help the poor dear. Something in her had interested me, so.. I found myself feeling the need to make her happy. But what I didn’t know, was it was all a trick. A cruel, meaningless, trick. Her past lover was still alive and well. He offered to give her something I couldn’t. Immortality. That man had been infected with what appeared to be some sort of ancient blood virus.. something that would make one strong and forever beautiful. Elizabeth agreed to run away with him and his other lover, threatening to leave everything I had with her behind. They were all unaware that I knew all about this wicked plan. I.. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her back. I still craved her touch and the warm feeling of undying love. So, I hid her lover away within the walls of the Cortez. He was trapped. Never to be found again. Just a few years ago.. Elizabeth managed to find out about this news. I didn’t bother hiding it. Whatever I did wouldn’t matter. I was practically abandoned by her so many years ago. All I did was watch as she moved on from man to man, not a single thought going to me at all..”

You looked at him with shock. Feeling nothing but guilt and utter stupidity. The Countess hadn’t been the victim in all this. It was you’re James.. you’re poor, poor James.

“So, my dear. The Countess was not the first woman I fell in love with. It was you..” He whispered, getting up from his chair and kneeling down in front of you.

“Oh James.. oh James!” You cried, wrapping you’re arms around him.

“I’m sorry.. i’m so, so, so sorry!” You cried further. James shushed you gently and pulled out his handkerchief, drying you’re tear stained cheeks.

He pulled you into his touch, kissing you’re lips softly. You returned the kiss, turning it into a more passionate, loving experience.

“Darling..”

“Yes, James?”

“Marry me.”

***

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔰!!

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱; @v-love (𝔪𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔳 𝔬𝔣𝔠)

[morgue-friends]

im not sure if u still write but can you make a update of the kandarian demon possessed ellie and reader where the reader says they love them for the first time

EVIL DEAD RISE|Kandarian Demon/Possessed! Ellie x Female Reader

Warnings: gore mention, sex mention, very short, the kandarian demon is their own warning

"Go on and say it again." Clawed fingers pushed back red frizzy locks of hair. Several thick clumps of strands fell to the floor as if she- no, as if It did it too harshly. You've learned the hard way that thing standing in front of you might have been in the body of a woman but was far from it.

"I'm waiting... Make me count to three and I'll make you bleed." She said it with so much enthusiasm and vigor that had she not been an empty rotting flesh corpse being puppeted by whatever darkness resided in her that you would have taken it as a joke and laughed.

A third pupil and iris surfaced in the corner of her left eye beside her own blue one, it was larger her own and had a vibrant yellow hue to it. If you would have cut off all the lights in the room it probably would have glowed in the dark. There was a thick dark black ring around it that engulfed the iris and only made it look even larger.

It was looking directly at you, taunting you like it was reminding you that this wasn't Ellie... This was some unpredictable ancient dark being that had it's clawed grip on you and refused to let go. That grip has been on you for months, tightening and loosening when it needed to but never ever letting you have the chance to feel comfortable. That emotional hold it had over you mad you willingly come back to this condemned and dangerous place when every one else had departed.

The more visits you made to this decrepit walking vacant husk felt like it was draining your sanity, engulfing a piece of your soul each and every time. The twisted sex you engaged in with this animated corpse wouldn't be enough of a consideration to get it to spare your life.

"1.....2..." The countdown started and feeling defeated you repeated one thing you never expected to hear yourself say to it.

"I said I love you."

[ch1-kasak0]

NO PLEASE I LOVE READING CUPHEAD HCS PLEASE PLEASE I HAVE SOME BRO SHARING IS CARING NEOW BROO PLEASEEEE😭

OH GOD I'M SCARED OKAT I'LL JUST LIST OFF THE ONES AT HBE TOP OF MY HEAD

•his conscience is based kinda like a boat tower thing where there's this big ass building that has a light that changes colour based on his emotions and when he goes into a black out it shines red really bright and there's like black and yellow accents

•most of the beings in his conscience/conscious idk are different vers of him and there's one of him that's a whole ass wendigo

•really likes cats, cats r his fave animal omg

• will wood, MSI and maybe mitski coded idk

•cuddle bug, if he falls asleep in yo arms you r NOT moving🙏

•lowkey bi, screw the wiki he's def kissed some men

•can cook, but can only cook what kettle has taught him, couldn't make a simple fried egg but could cook a while 5* steak and mash no problem and could make the best cakes ever (credits to baroness von bon bon she def taught him💪)

•has probably been fed human before by blackhat and flug

•used to be besties w dementia

•mamas boy🙏

•is the one out of him and mugs that can actually save money somehow even though he's the one who has a gambling addiction

•remember the fight w him and bendy where bends bit his arm? Yeah, that arm is completely numb, occasionally nibbles on it like a stress toy

•would cry if someone gave him a cat on his birthday, especially if it was old asf or disabled in some way, would care for it like his own child

•no idea what happened between him and meg but would also cry if he had to face her again (she would humiliate his ass like the queen she is🎀)

•has had the most questionable convos w Jeremy Fairfax ever

•lowkey would be a small spoon when he's sad

•has really nice nails and actually natural eyeliner, like he looks like he's wearing eyeliner but he isn't he just built that way

•man boobs, had a breast reduction during his heart surgery non-consentually😭

•walks like a model (natural catwalk or whatever but not as dramatic)

•i honestly feel like demitasse wouldn't accept him as her son because of his demon blood :(

•one of his eyes has a yellow spot near his pupil and the other has a pink spot near the edge of his iris (I'm not sure if it's heterochromia or central heterochromia)

•cried so hard he had a panic attack when he woke up after nearly dying during the experiment when he was like 13 and mugs was scared for him :((((

•his pupils expand like a cat when he sees someone he loves or when he eats sugary stuff (cat coded💪💪)

•his nails r claw like, meow ig

•goes limp when ppl touch his hair, like that shit hits different he will melt that's why he hates it when ppl touch his hair

•knows like one dance meg taught him, and just so happens he only knows the woman's role so it's basically useless to him

•Quadratus once told him to look at the stars to guide him (when he had just lost to the devil and was about to leave inkwell isles) and if the stars failed him to turn to the oceans waters and call to quadratus for help (I like to think quadratus can just spawn in any water source but only if u use a certain rune that cup knows)

•lowkey really likes learning about cannibalism and crazy shit like that

•along with wood lillies, some of his fave flowers r black dahlias, roses, lily of the valley, spider lilies, and others🙏🙏

Let me know is there is anymore type of headacmons u wanna know about I have angst, NSFW and probably a lot more idk🙏🙏 holy shit I need to learn how to spell and type slowly😭

[mugzymiik]

list of things that, in my personal opinion, are turning TPC into a dumpster fire: (wip, will be updated whenever i get the time + motivation to)

some of these things will be added to probably

general:

Iris used to be so cool. what happened. why is he an asshole now what happened to his swag. WHO TOOK IRIS AND REPLACED HIM WITH THIS DICKHEAD

Pentellow is just a mold and in my honest opinion it feels like shes just the """token woman""" of the group????

"Rotocopter"

THE FUCKING SCRAPPED SCENES. LIKE WE COULD'VE HAD A FIGHT WITH CUBIC IN EPISODE 3???? WE COULD'VE HAD A WHOLE JAILBREAK IN EPISODE 6????? im so salty /lhj

George. 😰

episode-wise:

S1E1

in episode one how the fuck did Cyan not know about Dub until Heli. H-E-L-I came screaming outside. and also why did he have to have the corruption explained to him tf-

?#((_($(_($ HOW DID HE FORGET TO SEAL THE BOTTOM???? HUH????? bro i think thats common sense LIKE I GET IT ON CYAN'S PART HE WAS BORN YESTERDAY but Cube cmon man /lh

S1E2

not necessarily a thing that contributes to the dumpster fire BUT of all things for Cube to get infected by. a????? FISH?????? man wth

why is Iris staring at that photo of him and Orange like that. why are you SAD????? hes alive tf r u doing. is this why Pentellow had Tsavorite AND Orange. did she take the kids. do u miss the kids Iris. /hevj

honestly i cba to remember anything else from this ep💔💔💔

S1E3

doesn't rlly contribute to all of this but i get REALLY bad second hand embarrassment from the guitar scene im sorry /vlh

how did Cube survive a drop from being flung that high wth ([turns to episode 6 with concrete.sfx] oh ok then

i cant remember anything else here

S1E4

it was either this or e3 that Pentellow said "hes strong enough to take down most corrupts" about Pyrare like??? PYRARE WHY DONT YOU DO THAT THEN. WHY DONT U USE UR POWER THEN. HUH. ok but to be fair hes like a pacifist or something idfk. but honestly unleashing Pyrare alongside the Heroes would probably have the same result as unleashing Tsavorite and Circumsphere as a duo to Dub (the corruption would be gone a lot faster) /j

every time i look at Purpex i get severe flashbacks to the fucking spontaneous musical number ☹️

"im a little rusty on fighting" -Cube (Cube then proceeds to go "let me deal with this" upon Lycanthropy appearing)

IM SORRY BUT LIKE. THE FIGHT WITH LYCANTHROPY IS SO UNDERWHELMING.,😭

Cube thats your fucking best friend why aren't you at least a SMIDGEN upset about having to leave him behind. sealed. no food or water. like please show SOME emotion😔😔/lh

to be continued

[kai-anderson-whore]

Sweet serial killer (James patrick march x fem reader)

Summary: you are a ghost of the hotel cortez since 2019 and you only just heard of devil's night

Warnings: mentions of murder, serial killers

A/n: this was rubbish I had it in my drafts for a month or so

You walked into the elevator of the hotel cortez these same walls you walked through since 2019 where you were killed by your boyfriend.

You had both gotten into a huge fight about him cheating on you and he killed you not knowing that you would still be roaming the hotel he planned to stay for a day to clean up the mess but he also never got to leave because of what you did to him.

During your time in the cortez you became friends with Sally a heroine addict who died in the 90s when iris pushed her out the window.

The countess was also fond of you, you both would have late night drinks at the bar till all hours in the morning since you were both well dead you never felt it the next morning.

You would often have a girls night with liz and the countess with glasses of bubbly and having a laugh, but one night you had an invite to something devil's night making you frown your brows.

"Hey liz" you said by the bar gaining her attention "yes dear?" She asked cleaning a glass in her hand "What's devil's night here james invited me" you asked you had met James patrick march before numerous of times.

"Well well well you my dear must be doing a very impressive job here if u got an invite" she chuckled if you were alive she probably would have been frightened but since you were dead she wasn't.

"A good job of what I haven't done anything" you laughed confusingly liz only shrugged "go ask him maybe he'll tell you" she said you finished the last of your drink before going to James's room to asked him.

Walking through the abandoned floor of the cortez made you feel nervous you only been to this floor once when you first died but hadn't returned.

Finally you made it to his room it was empty "James?" You called looking around the room it was still relatively clean for an abandoned room you walked into it spotting the old record player it reminded you of the one that was handed down in your family for years.

"Ah y/n for what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you today" the bright voice of James march beamed behind you  giving you a bit of a fright "James can I ask you something" you asked making him raise an eyebrow at you.

"Of course" he replied.

"What's devil's night?".

"Ah devil's night you have been in my hotel for what three years almost four and you still hadn't heard of devil's night" he chuckled you felt a bit embarrassed not knowing what it was at all "well my dear devil's night is the one night a year I get the best serial killers and have well a get together" he shrugged.

Now you were even more confused you weren't a serial killer at all yes you killed one or two people but not enough to make you one.

"But why did I get an invitation I'm not a serial killer" you asked handing him the invite he took it in his hands

"Well you see y/n I'd like you to accompany me to my event plus Elaine would love to have another female there" he said.

"So like a date?" You hesitantly asked making him chuckle "well if that's the way you want to put it yes like a date" he said.

A few days later it was finally devil's night you and James grew a bit more closer those past few days and even accompanied him on his kills.

"I'm nervous liv how is this" you asked straightening you dress "you look incredible" she smiled touching up your red lipstick soon enough it was time for you to go to the room where the event will be in.

You walked into the room to find people already there eyes on you "well well well who do we have here" a woman said smirking walking up to you "I'm Elaine wuornos" she introduced "I'm y/n y/l/n" you smiled.

"I'm John Wayne gacey and thanks Jeffrey dahmer" the other man introduced 'shit is this really happening' you thought.

"Come sit next to me dollface" Elaine said she was Flirting with you "no Elaine we sit at our assigned sets and y/n is next to me" James said appearing out of no where "Hey suck my left tit Clarke gable" she laughed you couldn't help but laugh aswell.

"Now everyone is here let's begin" James said Elaine put on a record 'fade into you by mazzy star' playing it was one of your favourite songs she and Richard were dancing.

"You alright dear your not scared are you?" James asked you shook your head "No not at all they're nice" you shrugged despite what they had done, but to you they were welcoming.

"John old chap how are we" James beamed getting up to greet the last guest to arrive

"Great" John replied.

James handed you a glass of absinth you took a sip almost gagging at the taste 'how the fuck can they drink this?' You thought.

The night went smoothly you chatted with the notorious serial killers dahmer was shy, Elaine teased him that he had a thing for John.

Soon enough it was time for dessert which you didn't know meant that you had to kill someone, sure now with the help from James you were a serial killer a dead one.

Miss evers brought someone into the room "thank you Miss evers" James said pulling his knife out wiping it with a napkin "y/n since it's your first devil's night shall you do the honours?" James asked handing you his knife "Okay" was all you said.

Elaine put on a new record for the third time tonight all eyes were on you now waiting to see what you would do.

You took the knife plunging it into the person's neck almost killing them instantly everyone else joined in taking turns with their usual methods of killing

James called miss evers to clean up as the guys bet their goodbyes soon after leaving you and James "I'm impressed you got on so well with everyone dear" he said A cigarette in hand

He offered you one which you accepted "well I guess I'm one of you now" You chuckled

"A sweet serial killer" James smiled

_________________________________________

[khaleesiofalicante]

OMG OMG 😱

I am SHOOK!!!!

Also Rafe … bro … what are u doing ? Iris is so right!!

Also ,also WTF Madeleine ?????? Like how can someone let grief do this to them ? Like….i am putting this woman in the same category as the knightstorm what a nightmare.

Poor Kincaid … but he also needs to make a choice . I know it’s hard but like …

I can’t take this angst!!!!

A little snippy please ?

“Nobody knows,” Arthur promised them. “I promise. Nobody knows about us.”

“He’s been keeping you a secret,” Papa said slowly.

“Because he doesn’t have a choice!” Arthur tried to explain himself. “His parents aren’t as understanding-”

“The fuck they aren’t,” Dad snorted, moving closer to him. “Have you forgotten what they’ve put us through? What that family has done to ours?”

“He is not like them,” Arthur whispered. “Kincaid is good.”

“David. David, what the fuck is going on?” Dad laughed hysterically, pacing around the library. “What is wrong with him? What is wrong with this boy?”