#is anyone even doin anythin with them

[metukika]

girl psycho gimme the the the

[aerosolsprite]

almost one can sprite zero

an amount of scotch

a splash of cranberry juice

a squirt of lemon juice

a good drop or so of lime juice

…yeah this shit is lowkey kinda ass. it burns nice tho so wtv.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Darry slams the phone down a little harder than he means to, clatterin' it against the wall 'n the pleasant everythin' is just fine voice falls away immediately.

"Everyone with a rap sheet not biologically related to me better start cleanin' or beat it now." Everyone who'd been piled up loungin' on the couch is suddenly on their feet.

"What's goin' on, Dar?" Soda 'n Pony both don't have to ask, jumpin' over each other sprintin' down the hall 'n throwin' the door open so hard it slams against the wall. Clothes fly hodge podge out into the hall, hittin' the wall 'n pilin' on the floor.

"Child fuckin' services are makin' an unexpected call the bastards." Dallas makes a sympathetic sound but grabs Johnny's collar 'n pulls him towards the door. Johnny sighs 'n digs his heels in, jarrin' Dally as he stops. He jerks his head at the laundry room 'n Dallas groans but follows him, both hastily foldin' the pile of laundry Darry had been cajolin' Pony into for two days.

"Oh shit man." Two jumps on top of the couch, flickin' his knife out 'n usin' it to unscrew the traffic signs Steve, Dallas, Two, 'n Soda had stolen months ago 'n Darry had been diligently ignorin' ever since.

"Where's the vacuum?" Pony reappears in the living room, eyes wide. Soda lurches around behind him, head 'n shoulders completely hidden behind the pile of dirty clothes.

"Closet, I'll get it, Pone." Steve ducks behind him, rippin' the closest door 'n yankin' the vacuum from its dusty home.

"Wait no- I got it-"

"Ponyboy Michael why don't you focus on doin' the dishes like you were supposed to do last night." Darry's frantically yankin' windows open to air out the house, which smells a little too much like an ashtray for comfort.

"But I-"

"Pony c'mon." Soda shifts the laundry to one arm 'n grabs Pony by the front of the shirt, draggin' him into the kitchen.

Two finally gets the sign out of the wall, shovin' it under the couch to hide it 'n runnin' into the kitchen to grab a couple of the sketches Pony's done that Darry has pinned to the fridge to cover the screw holes.

"Pony, why are their unrolled cigs under your bed?" Steve shouts 'n Darry watches Pony cringe through the doorway from where he's tryin' to make the mess of shoes 'n coats by the doorway look more presentable.

"Ponyboy Michael we talked about you rollin' your own goddamn kools." Steve snickers 'n Pony stops lookin' at Darry with big, pleadin' eyes to look outlandishly pissed.

"Go get 'em, Glory God, we gotta get rid of 'em." Pony ducks past Darry, not fully managin' to avoid the whack on the back of the head Darry sends him.

Pony disappears into his room 'n they can all hear them get in a couple solid hits back 'n forth. "Ponyboy Michael 'n Steven Thomas we do not have time for this." There's a brief pause 'n then a stingin' slap. "Ohh, Steven Thomas Randle if that leaves a goddamn mark I'm takin' it out of your ass." Pony unsuccessfully tries to hide his snort behind a cough 'n reluctantly shuffles back out, droppin' the cigs into Darry's hand. He shoves the whole mess deep into his pocket 'n clips Pony upside the head again.

"Anyone else have any illegal shit they'd like to turn in while we're on the topic?" Darry glances up 'n finds five pairs of deeply guilty eyes peerin' back at him. "Oh my God."

"Look, you have to promise not to get ma-"

"So, uh-"

"Man, maybe-"

"Everyone shut up. I'm goin' to close my eyes for thirty goddamn seconds 'n if it is out of my house by then I won't say anythin'." Darry presses the heels of his hands to his eyes, tries not to think about the poundin' migraine flutterin' in his temples.

Both the back door 'n front door slam 'n at least four pairs of feet hit the ground runnin'. Glory almighty, he didn't even want to know.

The kitchen tap flips on 'n he listens as Johnny goes to join Pony, flyin' through the pile of dishes. The door to Steve's beater slams closed 'n the four delinquents of the hour file back into the house.

Darry drops his hands from his eyes 'n shoots Two, Soda, Dallas, 'n Steve a glare that says we'll be talkin' about this later. Most of them at least have the decency to drop their eyes to the floor.

"Alright, someone's gotta straighten up this fuckin' living room, one of you needs to go get the beer cans off my lawn, 'n I need two of you to run down to the corner store 'n get some groceries so our fridge doesn't look like y'all ate me out of house 'n home."

"I'll go get the fallen soldiers, they're prob'ly all mine anyways." Two ducks back out the door with a sheepish grin, catchin' the screen door so it doesn't come off the hinges.

"Me 'n Soda can go get the groceries, we can take the beater." Steve fishes his keys out with one hand 'n grabs Soda by the shirt front with the other.

"Oh, nuh-uh. With my luck, you two would get so distracted I wouldn't see you until three hours after the lady leaves. Soda, you get started on the livin' room. Steve 'n Dallas go get the food. 'N take the truck. At this rate, your beater wouldn't start 'n you'd get stranded in the parkin' lot."

Steve shrugs a shoulder, takes the keys 'n Master Card Darry tosses him 'n Dallas nods, both of them peelin' back out the door. Soda pouts but goes to start pickin' up the clutter without a fight.

Lord, if only they were this agreeable all the time.

Pony 'n Johnny report back to Darry, shakin' the water from the dishes off their hands. "What else do you need, Dar?" Johnny wipes the back of his hands on his jeans, 'n glances around for another job.

"Yeah, Johnnycakes, can you help me with dinner? I want somethin' on that table when they show." Johnny nods 'n Darry ruffles his hair affectionately. "Pony, go get in that shower. You look like you just rolled around in the dirt." 'N he's not even that far off. He's got a smudge of ink right across his nose from whatever he'd been workin' on. Pony scowls but turns 'n goes for the bathroom.

Darry waits until he's shut the door 'n then follows Johnny into the kitchen. "Hey, wanna make that casserole they liked last time?" Leave it to Johnny to remember what meal the child services workers had liked.

"Nah, can't make them think we're doin' anythin' to fancy for 'em."

"Gotcha," Johnny nods 'n opens the cabinet, "so, pasta." Darry chuckles, rufflin' his hair again 'n fallin' in beside him to start the water boilin' on the stove.

At some point durin' their meal prep Dallas 'n Steve return, hoistin' five bags between the two of them, frantically arrangin' 'em in the icebox. Pony slides in, takin' over stirrin' the sauce, hair ungreased 'n curlin' around his ears. Darry drops a kiss to his temple 'n slicks his bangs away from his eyes. Soda takes his place in the bathroom, the shower turnin' back on.

Before Darry realizes it, dinner is plated on the table, the sink is empty, 'n the house is as close to spotless as it ever gets. Relief 'n exhaustion hit Darry like a freight train. They make quick work of packagin' up plates for Two, Steve, Dallas, 'n Johnny 'n Darry squeezes shoulders 'n musses up hair 'n makes them all promise to come back in two hours when the visit is done.

His stomach does an unpleasant twist when Steves's headlights swing out of the driveway. He hates these visits. He truly does. He runs a hand up 'n down his neck nervously, glances at the clock.

Pony's head nestles against his side 'n Darry drops an arm around him, pullin' him in. "We'll be alright, right Dar?" And Darry does what he does best: sound more confident than he feels.

"Yeah, kiddo. We'll be just fine." Soda slides back down the hall in he socks, trippin' n' stumblin' like a foal. "Glory, Soda, please don't bust anythin' before the government folks get here."

"Aw, Dar, you're always ruinin' my fun." Soda grins his wide crooked smile 'n Darry feels Pony relax against his side.

"That's what they pay me for. Now, c'mon 'n eat before it gets cold." Pony pushes himself off Darry 'n Soda grabs him rufflin' his damp hair 'n makin' Pony hoot a laugh. They've just plopped down when there's a knock at the door.

All three of them whip around to look.

Darry shoots them a grin that he hopes doesn't look as nervous as he feels. He blows out a long breath, puts his hand on the knob to open the door, glancin' around one final time to make sure nothin' is out of place when his eyes fall on-. "Oh, glory." He reaches up beside the door 'n yanks out the knife Dallas had pinned the shoppin' list to the wall with. "What am I gonna do with y'all?"

"Keep us!" Soda hollers 'n Pony dissolves into giggles. Darry watches them for a moment, Soda's eyes flashin' 'n the sound of Pony's laugh.

"I'm gonna do my best." 'N he opens the door.

also a tag for being very sweet in the tags this is one of the fics I was cookin' up at work today more to come SOON @horsegirlsodapop ilyyy 😭🫶

[jjscrybaby]

the birthday boy

daryl dixon x fem!reader | fluff | (cringe, cringe, cringe! i can’t help who i am😖basic gift ideas bc i couldn’t think of anything, kissing.)

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One thing you were you would never get back was knowing the date. You’d spent the last couple years in the dark, you had a brief idea of how many years had gone by but dates? Absolutely no clue. It was when you and your group got to Alexandria that you learnt they knew the date, they’d kept track; it wasn’t like they were out killing walkers and fighting for survival, so they had the time to do such a mundane thing.

You’d asked Daryl when his birthday was a long time ago, just after the farm fell and before you reached the prison. The two of you were on watch whilst everyone else slept — or at least tried to — and you wanted to know his zodiac sign. It was silly, but you wanted to talk about something that wasn’t the hell your lives had become. He’d muttered out ‘January 6th’, and then gone silent once again. You kept that information stored in the little Daryl section in your mind, and you hadn’t forgotten it.

“What’re you doin’?” Daryl muttered sleepily, waking up to you sitting on him with a wide grin on your face. He opened one eye, looking from you to the window. “The sun ain’t even fully risen. Better ‘ave a good reason to wake me up.”

“I do,” you murmured, leaning down to catch his lips with yours. He didn’t argue, his arms loosely wrapping around your waist as he kissed you back.

“You alrigh’?” He checked quietly. You definitely weren’t the early riser out of the pair of you, in the morning’s that he had to go on an early supply run and tried to wake you to say goodbye he’d usually be cursed at.

“Yeah,” you reassured softly, running your hand through his growing locks. “Happy birthday, handsome.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before he let out a soft huh. “Is that today?”

“Yes, it’s today you idiot,” you giggled, pecking his cheek. “Do you want your presents now or at the party?”

“What…” he muttered, eyes widening.

You snorted, swatting at his chest. “I’m kidding. There’s no party. But me and Carol are baking a cake and you can’t say no, I already had to talk them out of finding a birthday banner.”

“Mhm, appreciate it,” he smirked lazily, drawing circles into your thigh. “Can we go back to sleep now, darlin’? I appreciate the birthday wake up, but ‘m exhausted.”

“You don’t want your presents,” you pouted.

“Thought you were kiddin’?” He questioned, leaning on his elbows to sit up slightly.

“About the party, yeah. You really think that I wouldn’t get you presents? Have you met me?” You teased. He smiled softly at you, a quirk of a lip that you were sure no one else was ever on the receiving end of.

“Didn’t even kno’ it was my birthday, so I wasn’t expectin’ presents,” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes fondly, switching the bedside table lamp on before getting off of him to rush over to the closet. You pulled out a paper bag, handing it over to him. “I couldn’t find any wrapping paper,” you sheepishly explained.

“That’s alright,” he chuckled, reaching out for your hand. You sat down next to him as he sat up, looking between you and the bag. “You know you didn’t ‘ave to get me anythin’.”

“I wanted to,” you argued. “Now, open it, please. I’m getting impatient.”

He let out a quiet laugh, opening up the bag. First he pulled out a knife; it wasn’t new, or even very sharp — although he’d be able to sort that out — but there was something on the side of it. Both yours and his initials carved into the side. You knew that wasn’t really his thing, something so cheesy, but you wanted his gift to have meaning. It was difficult to find things for anyone’s birthday in an apocalypse, but Daryl? Well, that’s pretty much impossible.

“Thankyou, darlin’.” He ran his fingers over the messy carving you’d done, a fond look in his eyes. “I love it.” He leant in and pressed a peck to your lips, making your eyes twinkle.

“Really? I know it’s not much…” you said, about to go on a classic ramble.

“Stop. I love it, seriously. I ain’t ever— I’ve never gotten a birthday present before, ‘least not one that I can remember,” he admitted, squeezing your hand.

Tears brimmed in your eyes, but you kept the smile on your face. You hadn’t expected that Daryl had many fun birthday’s growing up, not with the family he had. Maybe Merle took him to a bar on his 21st to have his first legal drink, but that was probably it. You kissed the corner of his mouth, stroking his hair.

“Well, now that we’re not fighting for our lives constantly anymore, expect presents every year. Christmas, too,” you said softly.

“Wouldn’t expect anythin’ less from you,” he responded, caressing your cheek lovingly. He placed the knife on the bedside table, moving to switch the light off.

“What’re you doing?” You asked.

“Goin’ back to sleep?” He answered, looking back at you over his shoulder. “That alright with you?” He teased.

“But… you haven’t opened your other present,” you explained. There was something in your tone, nervousness, shyness, he wasn’t sure.

“Another one?” He looked at you in confusion.

“Don’t be dramatic, Dar. It’s not like I spent any money,” you giggled. You went behind you, opening the drawer and pulling out something. You held it in your hand, not letting him see. “It’s a bit stupid, but I wanted to give you this for awhile. Since you gave me mine, at least.”

You opened your palm and revealed the silver band, a shy smile on your face. Six months ago, Daryl had gone on a week long supply run and he’d returned home with a ring. It wasn’t like you could have a proper wedding, not like the one you used to dream about when you were younger, but you wanted to marry Daryl. You wanted to tell people he was your husband. So, of course, you’d cried your eyes out and said yes. Ever since you’d wanted him to have a ring, too. Your engagement ring would probably be your wedding one as well, it wasn’t like you could go shopping. If you were going to get married, both of you needed proof of the wedding.

It was silent, you stared at him waiting for some sort of reaction. Slowly, a smile made its way onto his face. “You ain’t gonna ask me?”

“What?”

“I ain’t acceptin’ a ring without a proposal,” he joked.

You giggled, moving to straddle his waist once again. “Daryl Dixon, will you marry me?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, cradling your cheek in his hand as he brought your face down to his. “‘Course I will, baby.”

His lips moved against yours, arms wrapping around your waist to tug you to lie down on top of him. You pulled away first, grabbing his hand to slip the ring onto his fingers.

“Wouldn’t want to spend my birthday’s with no one else.”

[tightjeansjavi]

common tongue of your loving me

A/N: so, I first just wanted to say that I am not responsible for the content that you choose to engage with. This is a very dark fic with triggering themes that may be disturbing for some readers. This is dead dove do not eat. Please heed the warnings with caution. I understand that this won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but for my first truly dark fic, I feel pretty good about it. It’s taken months of personal healing for me to become comfortable with writing/engaging with these kinds of fics. That being said, it is important to remember that SA survivors often use dark fic to cope from their own traumatic experiences, but also, dark fics can be enjoyed by anyone and no explanation for enjoying them is needed! Reading and writing dark fic does not mean that you condone this type of behavior. Please be kind.

~word count: 9.1k~

Summary: Joel finds you wandering through his territory and decides that he’ll take you in to be his little lamb. You don’t go with him so willingly.

pairing | raider!Joel x f!reader

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!

Dubcon/noncon, the lines are blurred regarding to what the reader consents too, Joel is sick in the head, coercion, manipulation from both Joel and the reader, Stockholm syndrome vibes, he can kill easily you if he wanted to but he won’t, dom/sub, dark! Joel, feral! Joel, raider! Joel, rough unprotected sex, possession, degradation, age gap: Joel is 40 the reader is early 30’s, power imbalance, fear tactics, mind games, praise kink, pet names: little lamb and sir, rough unprotected piv, choking/breath play, knife kink, blood kink, voyeurism, hand job, mutual masturbation, cock warming, oral (male and female receiving) cum play, mutilation of a body part (not done to the reader) misogyny from Joel’s men, implied rape as threat/coercion, Joel is not a morally good person, touch deprivation, humiliation, graphic depictions of violence, submission on the means of survival, foul language, +18 minors dni!

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The Cordyceps Outbreak changed you in a plethora of ways. Survivor turned cold-blooded murderer; not of your own doing. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all. Your saving grace happened to be a man. Brooding in strength, a quick tongue, and an even quicker aim. Calculated movements built up over years of tireless days and nights enduring whatever hell-scape the world had to offer. Grit, stubbornness, chapped lips, aliquine nose, paired with a wicked grin.

“Y’lost?” Gruff, gravelly, never ending pit of deepness. Joel Miller was crouched down between what you believed was an inconspicuous hiding space. You caught wind days out that a group of raiders had been silently stalking you. You were alone, with a limited supply of weapons in your reach.

“No.” Your voice trembled as you clutched your precious pocket knife to your chest.

“That so? What’re you doin’ hidin’ back there?” His head cocked curiously as his boot scraped along the tattered floor of the long since abandoned gas station.

“None of your goddamn business.” You hissed, teeth gritted as your eyes squeezed shut.

“Cute.” He mused. “Take it that you’re alone then? Y’got anythin’ on ya?”

“Are you going to kill me, or not? Cause if so, just get on with us for both our sakes.” You nearly pleaded.

He tsked, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Ain’t gonna do that. Woulda dragged you outta there myself if that was the case. Besides, I enjoy it more when they run.” He spoke so casually you could feel your blood quickly turn to ice from his tone alone.

“What the hell do you want then? I have nothing to offer. Just some measly scraps, and a dull pocket knife.”

I’m gonna die. That’s it. It’s all over. All that fighting for fucking nothing.

“Ain’t that a shame.” You could feel the smirk rise on his face as bile tried to force its way up your throat. “You’re in luck, my dear. Feelin’ a bit generous. Been lookin’ for a pet. Someone to keep my bed warm at night. Clean my gun. Be at my side. The offer stands, but expires in approximately..” He looked around as if there was a working clock in sight, “one minute.”

“Wait, wait! Are you saying you want me to be your slave?! Fuck no! I’d–”

“Temper, I see. My slave? Not at all, darlin.’ You’ve got it all wrong. Ain’t gonna force ya, although, you were the one to stupidly go waltzing into raider territory. More specifically, my territory. So, you either swallow that fuckin’ tongue of yours and accept your fate, or i’ll let my men have their way with ya. N’trust me, doll. They’ll tear you apart the second they get their hands on you.”

“You sick fuck! I’m not going anywhere with you!” You pushed your body further between the two aisle shelves that had collapsed over.

“Ten.”

“You’re insane!”

“Nine.”

“Eight.” He droned with mock enthusiasm.

“C’mon, you ain’t got anywhere else to go. I won’t touch you unless you want me to. Don’t make this fuckin’ harder for yourself than it needs to be. My patience is runnin’ thin, and the clock is tickin’ away, little lamb.”

“I am not your little lamb, you fuckin’ monster!”

His eyes rolled in pure annoyance as you listened intently to the unmistakable clicking sound of his gun cocking.

“Seven.”

“Six.”

What other choice did you really have? Allow yourself to be violated, and god knows what else by this man’s men, or accept your fate and become his ‘pet.’ Just the thought alone sent a wave of nausea knocking through your system.

“Wait, wait! Please!” You nearly begged as you pulled yourself free from your hiding spot. You dropped your pocket knife to the floor with a clink as you held your hands above your head.

His smirk was nothing short of menacing as he took immediate notice to the terrified glassy look in your eyes.

“Don’t be frightened, little lamb.” He crooned

“You’re safe, and no harm will be done to you. However, my men will be deeply disappointed to hear that I have decided to take you as my own.”

God, this man was sick, but there was no turning back now. No escape route. No plan. No hope. Maybe he was just bluffing. Maybe his plan was to kill you when you’d least expect it. Maybe this was all just a game of cat and mouse for him; you being the helpless little mouse.

“You swear that you’re not going to touch me?” You eyed his outstretched hand warily.

“My darlin’ little lamb, you have my word. Although, I will have to pat you down. Y’know, to make sure you ain’t have anythin’ on ya. Oh, and don’t think I'm playin’ stupid either. Cus’ if you try’n kill me? I’ll make you wish that you had never been born. You have no idea what I am capable of, and my token of kindness only can stretch so far. Jus’ be good, and I won’t have to send a pretty thing like you six feet under. Got it?” His tone was sharp and straight to the point as his brow raised in your direction. You couldn’t even begin to fathom what this man was capable of.

You reluctantly took his hand as he hoisted you up from the grime infested floor. Not a second later did he have your back pinned securely against his broad chest as he held the sharp tip of your knife expertly against your jugular. All he would have to do was apply a tad bit of pressure in order to make a fatal incision. You could feel his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear. His voice dropped an octave as he whispered, “Oh, and if you even think about tryn’ to run from me? I will hunt you down. Do I make myself crystal fuckin’ clear, little lamb?”

You struggled considerably in his constricting grip. A hiss slipped past your lips when the tip of the blade pricked your skin, blood beaded along the surface before slowly trickling down the column of your throat. “Fuck you, asshole.” You nearly whimpered when the blunt ends of his fingernails dug fiercely into your hips. He was unmoving like a mountain, or a slab of concrete. (whichever you prefer)

“That ain’t my name, little lamb.” He tuts before dipping his head down along the clavicle of your neck. His curls gently tickle your chin before you feel his hot tongue poke out and lick up the droplets of blood from your skin. You involuntarily inhaled a harsh breath as his lips harshly sucked on the entry wound. You heard a tiny grunt rumble up his chest before he uttered, tone thick and raspy, “It’s Joel.”

Joel fucking Miller.

His teeth nipped and scraped at your torn skin as his grip around you tightened. “Silly, silly, little lamb. You’ve gone and nicked yourself. Be good, and I’ll let you breathe.”

“Please, please let go of me, Joel. Please. You’re hurting me.” Your voice came out strained as you ultimately gave up on struggling in his steel-like grasp.

“There ya go. That’s a good little lamb.” He cooed as he loosened his grip around you. He had forgotten all about needing to pat you down as he slowly lowered your knife from its present position on your neck. He tucked it away in his own backpack for safe keeping. You were dumb to think that he’d let you have it back.

“Now that we’ve gotten the painfully hard stuff outta the way, y’can relax. So stiff.” He tsked as he nudged you forward. “You’ll be pleased to hear that I’m not a complete barbarian. Got a cabin with workin’ plumbing! Imagine that.” He chuckled amusedly.

You were far from amused as you crossed your arms over your chest protectively as he nudged you forward. Your feet worked on autopilot as his domineering presence was close behind you. “That’s nice, Joel. I could frankly fucking care less where you live.” You snapped in a sharp quick tone.

“Oh? Well, perhaps you’d rather fuckin’ sleep outside, chained to a tree like a goddamn dog.” he snapped back, quicker than you had expected.

“Yeah?” You scoffed. “Well, maybe I would much rather be chained to a fucking tree than breathe the same disgusting air as you.” So much for not pushing this man's buttons.

He laughed, and you could feel his hot breath tickling the hair along the back of your neck.

“As tempting as that sounds, how am I supposed to protect you if you’re chained to a tree?” He was smirking rather sadistically. You couldn’t see his face, but you just knew he was grinning through his teeth. “Besides, wouldn’t you much rather sleep in a warm, cozy bed, little lamb? I bet it’s been awhile since you’ve experienced that kinda comfort, hmm?” He knew he was toying with you and it was becoming increasingly difficult to not stand your ground.

“I don’t need your protection. I don’t want anything to do with it, and for the love of God, would you stop fucking calling me little lamb?”

“Y’know, the more you fight this, the worse it’s going to be. You oughta be thankin’ me. Y’know why? I could fuckin’ take you right here, right now. I can shove you to the ground and have my way with you, little lamb. You can scream and cry all you want, but there’s not a goddamn thing you could do to stop me. You’re defenseless, and apparently missing quite a few marbles in that brain of yours. I suggest you shut the fuck up, and keep movin.’” In the midst of your quarrel, he had silently removed his gun from the holster around his hips, and you could feel the cool metal of the barrel pressing into the back of your neck.

You froze purely out of fear as your mouth went dry. No words fell from your once confident tongue as he nudged you forward once more.

“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought.” He hissed.

You were in fact shocked to see that Joel and his men didn’t live in filth and grime like you expected. Even moreso, it didn’t appear that they had stowed away any prisoners in their camp. This newfound knowledge was both comforting, and unsettling. Joel’s cabin was the furthest from the rest of the group. Tucked away in a grouping of evergreens. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d think he was just some lone survivor too. You surveyed the surrounding area silently as he unlocked the front door. You could run..but how far would you manage to get? He’d hunt you down no doubt. Your body was already running off pure adrenaline. It had been weeks since you had a proper meal.

“Home sweet home.” He chimed as he gave you a rough jolt forward. Your legs nearly buckled from the surprised movement as you stumbled inside. The heavy wooden door swung shut as he locked it behind him.

“I imagine you must be starvin’ huh?”

“Nope.”

He rolled his eyes as he slung his backpack along one of the hooks on the wall. “Uh-huh. You ain’t all that of a liar, little lamb. Look, if I were in your situation, i’d suck it the fuck up and be grateful for my generous hospitality. Y’wanna starve? Be my fuckin’ guest, but don’t say I didn’t try to feed ya.” He huffed as he strode past you, shoulder brushing yours roughly as he disappeared into the kitchen.

You stood there dumbly in the middle of the entryway as you subconsciously scratched at your arm. “Hey..uh, Joel?” You sounded timid and unsure of yourself but given the present circumstances, that was to be expected.

His head peeked around the corner as he made eye contact with you. “Yes, little lamb?”

Can he fucking quit it with that nickname already?

“So, I was wondering if it was possible for me to uh–shower? I’ve been traveling for weeks and I just figured you probably wouldn’t want me stinking up your bed? Just want to make sure I'm being a good pet for you.” You nearly gagged from your compliant words, but if you played your cards right, maybe you’d make it out of this alive.

His slow growing smirk was a tell-tale sign that he was buying your faux submission. Ruthless or not, he was still a man at the end of the day.

“Sure. S’not a problem at all. Y’need help findin’ your way? Jus’ down the hall n’to the left. I’ll leave some clothes out for ya as well. Think you’ve worn those things to ruin.” He casually gestured to your tattered clothing.

“Yeah, well..beggars can’t be choosers now can they?”

“No, they can’t.” He agreed.

You stared at one another a moment longer before you padded off down the hall. You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head until you turned the corner. You paused momentarily to listen for his footsteps. Only when you were convinced he didn’t follow you, did you finally release a shaky breath. Just be good, and you’ll get out of this one way or another.

Joel’s bathroom was insipid in decor, but that came as to no surprise. It’s not like he had any reason to embellish the space with flowers or any other domestic shit. At least the towels looked fairly clean, and the shower head looked durable. You could have shed tears of joy when you turned the faucet handle and a steady stream flowed through the shower head. The water had a slightly oxidized odor from the well, but it wasn’t ice cold; more like room temperature. You wasted no time to shred your thin layers of clothing and discard them to the cool tile beneath your feet. Your nipples pebbled and grew taught under the cooling stream of water along your skin. You feel the filth and grime slowly wash away and stain the water a murky brown color from the debris. You were pleasantly surprised to find a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo that was undoubtedly expired, but it would suffice.

The towel you wrapped around your body was a bit coarse and itchy from being utilized so many times. You kept your hand firmly wrapped around the front of the towel to prevent it from slipping down your still damp body. As you reached for the door handle you found shortly after that there was something blocking your ability to open it all the way. You took a deep breath as you prepared yourself for the inevitable..clothes? There just outside of the door, folded nicely in a pile, was a shirt and pants waiting for you.

Joel was busy putzing around the kitchen as he prepared a well-deserved meal for the two of you. He was already convinced that you were warming up to him (finally). Or, perhaps you were just too exhausted to put up a solid fight. Either way, he was going to continue to use his generous hospitality to his advantage. Match point.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice.” He mused from where he was standing as you appeared from down the hall.

“Shower was pretty decent.” You mumbled in response.

“Go on and make yourself at home.” He gestured to the small kitchen table with two handcrafted wooden chairs. “Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes.”

“I already told you, I'm not hungry.”

“Still playin’ the stubborn game, are we? What happened to the whole ‘I want to be a good pet for you, Joel?’” he dropped the kitchen knife he was presently holding onto the countertop as he made air quotes with his fingers.

“Why the hell would you think for a second that I'm going to trust you all of a sudden? I don’t want shit to do with your food.”

“Mmm. I see. S’you jus’ thought oh, i’ll just use his shower and shit will be all peachy keen? Sit your fuckin’ ass down at that table right now.” He wasn’t asking, he was demanding.

“Oh, gee. You’re too kind! Giving me somewhere to finally rest my fucking feet.” You muttered sarcastically under your breath as you plopped down onto the chair finally.

Seconds later a plate was placed down in front of you. The smell was absolutely mouthwatering. Seared venison, potatoes, gravy and bread. This was a real hearty meal that you could only dream of having. It reminded you of Sunday dinner’s back at your parents when you were struggling to pay your rent off every month. You’d have leftovers for days thanks to them.

You suspiciously eyed your captor as he took the seat across from you and began to indulge in the meal he had prepared. You remained skeptical as your arms crossed over your chest defiantly.

“It ain’t poisoned if that’s what you’re thinkin.’ Why the hell would I be eating poisoned food? Besides, how are you supposed to keep my bed warm if you’re fuckin’ dead, little lamb?” He grumbled as he pointed his fork in your direction.

“I don’t know. Maybe a sick fuck like you is into that sorta thing. You don’t actually expect me to believe that you have a moral compass, do you?”

“Oh, you’re right on the head with that one. Just below your feet I have bodies stashed for safekeeping. Oh, and some are buried out back in the woods. You’ll find bones scattered about the property.” he stated nonchalantly as he leaned over the table with his eyes locked on yours. “Y’know what I love most? I love it when they scream and beg for their pathetic little lives to be spared. They all try to escape, but they never get very far. I give them all a fair head start jus’ to give them that false hope that they’re going to make it out of this alive.” He stabbed a piece of venison with his fork before popping it into his mouth.

Your blood curdled like rotten milk as you went to push your chair back. You were startled from the sound of his knife being embedded into the wood with a harsh thud. “Don’t you even fuckin’ think about it.” He hissed.

“Are you fucking serious?! You have dead bodies under the fucking floorboards?! So, this was your plan all along?! Make me play house with you till you get bored and decide to butcher me?!”

“No.” he deadpanned. “I was not bein’ serious. But, since you think i’m some sick fuckin’ monster that stashes women away to murder them, I decided to play into your little scenario. Now, fuckin’ eat your goddamn food. Or by God I will fucking pin you down and shove it down your throat.”

You truly could not tell if he was bluffing or not, but by the darkened appearance of his pupils, your brain was literally screaming at you to just pick the fucking fork up and eat. So, that’s exactly what you did. Fuck, this was the best thing you tasted in a long time.

When the sun began to set and cast a soft orange glow through the cabin windows, your nerves were on high alert when you faced the realization that you’d have to sleep in the same bed as this man. Your plate was nearly licked clean as he removed it from in front of you. He could sense your unease from a mile away. It was as if he could smell the fear leaking from your pores.

“Go on and get some rest, little lamb. I’ll be there in a few. Oh, and by the way, I prefer to sleep naked. I hope that doesn’t pose a problem for you.” He shot a flirty wink in your direction before you were immediately pushing your chair back.

Fucking peachy.

It wasn’t difficult to find his bedroom as it was the only other room in the mid size cabin. You would have much rather have slept on the uncomfortable hardwood floor than to share a bed with him. However, based on how he acted at the dinner table..you really didn’t want to stretch your luck, if you’d even call it that, any further.

The semi-comfortable mattress brought instant relief to your aching back and shoulders. A comfort short lived as you listened attentively to the faint footsteps approaching the door. Joel was surprisingly quiet as he slipped into the room like a shadow in the night. He barely acknowledged your presence as he shuffled to the unoccupied side of the bed. The mattress creaked beneath his weight as he sank down along it.

You laid there unmoving, quiet like a mouse as your eyes squeezed shut from the familiar shrill sound of the metal clasp of his belt clinking. His jeans hit the floor with a soft thud as a silent tear slowly rolled down your cheek. He yanked his shirt over his head in one swift movement before he kicked his boxers down his ankles. You heard him let out a faint sigh as he scrubbed his hand down his patchy beard. You waited for the moment that he would pounce..but it never came as he slowly swung his legs onto the mattress with a soft grunt as he settled back into the pillows. His cock hung heavy between his thighs as he shifted positions ever so slightly. “G’night, little lamb. Sleep tight.” He crooned softly.

Wait..that’s it? No no. What the hell was going on? Didn’t he say he would–

“Goodnight, Joel.” You whispered as you rolled over so your back was facing him. You were on the very edge of the mattress, as far away as you possibly could be from him.

Joel was more than willing to play the long game with you. He was in no rush, and toying with your already fragile mind was part of the fun. He did swear that he wouldn’t touch you without your consent, but he never said anything about not touching himself. He was, after all, a lonely man in some capacity. Perhaps that’s why he had no shame to slowly wrap his fist around the base of his cock while you were laying just a few feet away. He trapped his lower lip between his teeth as he dragged his thumb across the ruddy head, collecting a bead of precum that had weeped from the narrow slit. He twisted his hand slowly as a grunt bubbled up his throat. He pulled his hand back only to filthily spit on it in order to create some lubrication. His head tilted back against the pillows as his mind ran rampant through his filthy desires. “Fuck, that’s it little, lamb.” He hissed between his teeth, digging his heels into the mattress as his cock grew hard and swollen in his grasp.

You could vaguely hear the rustling of the sheets through your light slumber. You thought maybe you were experiencing some vivid dream when you detected Joel’s soft grunt and the unmistakable sound of him spitting into his hand. It felt like your body was betraying you and riding off into the deep end as your thighs subconsciously clenched together. His sounds of gratification only seemed to spur your now awake body to relieve itself in some capacity as your hand slowly snaked down between your thighs. It had been longer than you could remember since you last shared a bed with someone. Perhaps this was all based purely on animalistic instincts as your fingers dipped beneath your panties. Your clit was throbbing for attention as your fingertips skated across it. You bit down on the inside of your cheek hard to suppress a whimper from slipping out, but it was audible enough for Joel to hear it. Once you started, there was no going back as your fingers worked your clit in slow circular motions.

Joel was shocked to say the least. So much so, that his hand had stilled around his cock as he listened to your pathetic little whimpers that you were desperately trying to suppress. You being so unpredictable to him was an absolute turn on. He couldn’t believe that his dirty little lamb was shamelessly playing with herself. Maybe you and him weren’t so different after all. His cock twitched against his stomach as he imagined just how tight your little pussy would hug him, and that’s all it took for him to shred his remaining morale. “What’re you doin’ over there, little lamb?” He whispered through the pale moonlight that casted shadows across the bed frame.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You scrambled to remove your hand from between your thighs as a sense of embarrassment and dread washed over you. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks from the excitement and adrenaline rush of being caught.

“Don’t stop on my account, dirty little lamb. You sounded so desperate to come. Why deprive yourself of that pleasure?” He hummed through his teeth as he gave the base of his cock a firm relieving squeeze. “Or are you seekin’ some assistance? I’d be happy to help..can’t leave your pussy hanging on the edge for that long, little lamb. She deserves better treatment than that.” He tsked disapprovingly.

it was as if a lightbulb had suddenly flashed in your brain. Yes, use this to your advantage. This is what he wants, right? Give it to him. Make him think that you’re submissive. Fuck him stupid and leave when he’s sleeping. Play his game better than he is.

“It hurts.” You pouted as tears of frustration began to slowly drip down the corners of your eyes. You did have to sell the part after all.

“Oh, baby. Don’t cry. I know it hurts..bet it’s been so long since your cunt has been properly taken care of, hmm? When’s the last time she’s been stretched out by a cock?” He asked softly as you felt the mattress dip down from him slowly roll over onto his elbow so he was facing you.

“It’s been too long, sir. I can’t even remember the last time I was properly filled up by a cock. I miss that feeling so much. Will you help me, please? I want you to take care of me, Joel.” You nearly moaned out a plea as your thighs rubbed together beneath the sheets.

Joel’s rough exterior had seemingly melted into a puddle of liquid as you nearly begged him. Who was he to say no to a person in need? Here you were, so willing, so compliant, so submissive, and right where he wanted you to be. “Oh, my poor little lamb. It’s been that long for you? Perhaps I’ll just have to remind your cunt just how good it feels to be properly filled up by a cock, hmm? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Please, Joel. Please remind me how good it feels to be filled up by a cock. I want you to stretch me out..I want to feel you everywhere..think you can handle that, sir?” You were already reaching for his hand as he scooted closer to where your body was laying. You guided his hand between your thighs so he could feel just how wet you were for him. “Please, can’t you feel how wet I am? Please make me feel good, sir.”

His eyes nearly rolled back into his skull from your desperation and neediness as his fingers lightly traced the seam of your panties where he could feel the wetness pooling through the fabric. “I’ll take real good care of you, little lamb. You’re in good hands. We’ll have to take these off so I can get a good look at ya. Bet she’s so fuckin’ pretty. Dyin’ to have a peek.”

He’s a goner.

She’s a goner.

“Take them off, please.” You whimpered as his hands grasped the hem of your panties and slowly pulled them down your thighs. His pupils dilated from the sight of the fabric sticking to your puffy wet pussy. His mouth watered from the sight alone as he discarded your ruined panties to the floor. You felt the warm embrace of his hand wrap around the inside of your thigh as he coaxed it across his lap so he could spread you nice and wide. “Oh, fuck. Look at how swollen she is. Must hurt so much.” He pouted with furrowed brows. “Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy. I cannot wait to ruin her, my little lamb.” At this angle you were entirely exposed to his greedy eyes as you watched his hand travel southward once more. He used his middle and forefinger to spread your folds open so he could get a better view of your swollen little clit. He appeared to be mesmerized as your tight wet little hole involuntary clenched inwards.

Your moans were anything but fake as his thumb slowly worked your clit into tight circles. He wasn’t lying about the fact that you certainly were in good hands. You were wet enough as it is, but he felt that extra lubrication couldn’t hurt as he spat a glob of saliva between his fingers and rubbed it in. He soon had two fingers knuckle deep inside of you as he slowly curled them inwards. “Gotta get you nice and relaxed for me, baby. I don’t wanna hurt ya, and you’re being such a good little lamb for me. I think I’ll just have to reward you for that. How does that sound?” His eyes drifted upwards so he could see your face twist with pleasure as your toes curled inwards.

“Oh, sir.” You moaned wantonly. “That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop. I promise I’ll keep being your good little lamb. Can you show me your cock, Joel? I want to see it. I bet it’s so big..what if it doesn’t fit?”

He shifted his hips upwards so you could get a good look at his dick. He watched your eyes widen the slightest at the sight of him. Heavy set balls, dark coarse hair, and by far the thickest cock you had ever feasted your eyes upon. “Shh, we’ll make it fit. It’ll feel so fuckin’ good once I’m stretching you out, little lamb. You just gotta trust me. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you trust me?”

“Mhmm. I can trust you, sir. I know you’ll take extra good care of me. Please don’t make me wait much longer..please be good to me.”

He pressed a reassuring kiss to your temple as he felt the walls of your pussy clench down around his thick digits. The squelching sound sent blood quickly flowing southwards as his cock twitched against his thigh. As soon as he slipped his fingers out of you, he knelt between your thighs with one hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock as he twisted his wrist a couple times. His freehand was wrapped around the underside of your thigh as he brought it around his shoulder with your heel resting along his firm shoulder blade. “Good little lamb. I’m goin’ fill this pretty little pussy up just the way that she deserves, okay? See, I told you that bein’ my pet wasn’t gonna be so bad. I knew you’d warm up to me eventually.” He mumbled under his breath as he slowly dragged his tip between your folds, rutting his hips forward slowly. The tip of his cock bumped against your already sensitive clit with each gentle thrust.

Your brain felt like a scrambled egg that was being mentally toyed and fucked with. This sick man could have easily fucked you like a rag doll into his mattress, and instead he was choosing to take things slow. Why? You couldn’t wrap your head around his reasoning, or if this was truly just another piece to his game, but Jesus fuck, there was no denying that it felt fucking incredible.

Your words came out like slurred jarble as your mouth slowly felt open when you felt him slowly start to sink inside of you, stretching you open, filling you up just like his promise. It felt like his cock was splitting you in two the further he pressed into you. He coaxed you gently when you clawed at his forearms. Shushing you with featherlight kisses to your cheekbones when he had bottomed out. Your leg fell limp around his shoulder when he had slowly pulled his hips back before jutting them forward.

He was fucking you deliciously deep as the matress squeaked from the movement. He was watching your face for any signs of discomfort as you struggled to figure out where he started, and where he ended. Your pussy hugged him tight as it drew him in deeper with each thrust. His hand nearly engulfed your hip as his thumb lightly pressed down along your lower abdomen where he could feel the tip of his cock just barely kissing your cervix. “Can you feel me right there, little lamb? You’re doing so good for me. So fuckin’ good. Tightest little pussy I’ve ever had. She’s huggin’ me so good.” His grunts mixed with your sharp moans as you struggled to not completely throw your plan out the window. In this position it was hard to gain any sense of control; it was time to switch things up.

“Joel, baby.” You mewled softly as your hips rolled forward to meet his thrusts. “I wanna try something that I think you’ll really like..I wanna be on top. You must be so exhausted from dealing with me all day..why don’t you lay back and I’ll do all the work?” You suggested with a harsh breath as he leaned down over you. You could feel the broad weight of his chest pressing down against you as his lips brushed across the shell of your ear, “that’s the best idea you’ve had all goddamn day, little lamb.”

Even after your handsome offering, he wasn’t quite ready to slip out of your warmth just yet. Now that he had a taste, there was no way in hell that he was about to let you go from his grasp. He had consumed you completely to the point where it felt like you were being suffocated by his sheer mass and the way he managed to hit that spongy spot inside of you with every profound intense induced thrust. His wiry patchy beard scraped at the soft skin of your cheek as he drove himself further. “Jus’ gimme a little more time with ya like this. You feel so fuckin’ good around me. Jus’ a little longer.” He stuttered between harsh jagged breaths that fluttered across the shell of your ear. His teeth nipped, scraped at the skin as the musty scent of his sweat melded into yours. Skin on skin: with no point of relief.

When he finally began to slowly slip out of your tight wet walls, it appeared that your body was reluctant to let go of him based on the way your pussy clenched around him tightly like a fist. He chuckled low and deep as he watched a mixture of your release and his own leak out of your tight fucked out hole. It glistened along the apex of your thighs, trailing down your skin, dripping along the once unsoiled comforter.

“My my, little lamb. You’ve gone and made quite the mess of yourself hmm?” He teased as he slowly dragged his pointer finger through the mixture of fluids as if he was creating an erotic painting, and his finger was the steady brush.

Focus. Focus. Focus. Your brain chanted at you relentlessly.

“Hnngh..mhm..i’ve made such a mess of myself, sir. Will you please clean me up?”

He smirked cruelly through the pale moonlight that danced across your skin as he scooted himself back on his knees, his cock brushing against the comforter and creating just enough stimulation for him to be satisfied for the time being. “Well, since you asked so nicely, I suppose I can give you an itty-bitty reward.” He mused as his eyes locked in on your glistening pussy just begging to be kissed. Your lashes fluttered when you felt his hot breath fan your core. Might as well get all the use out of him that you could get.

He pressed open mouth kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Sucking, licking, kissing around where you craved him most. The second those sinful lips latched onto your swollen clit, a carnal need washed over both of you as he devoured you whole. His tongue worked you in languid strokes as he made sure to lick up every last drop. Your orgasm was steadfast approaching as the coil in your stomach tightened. Your thighs clamped firmly around his head like a stubborn shell. If it were any other situation, you’d let him eat you for hours, days even, but you had to stick to your plan.

He wasn’t letting up easily as you used all your strength to push his head from between your thighs. His beard and lips were coated in your slick as he finally released you from his death grip. There was no time to catch your breath as his strong arms were already hosting you into his lap as he lazily rolled over onto his back with a soft grunt.

“Keep bein’ my good little lamb, and you’ll wake up every mornin’ with my head between your thighs.” He nearly purred as his hands anchored themselves around your hips. You could feel the head of his cock notching at your entrance as you slowly sank down against his bulky strong thighs. It took a mere moment for you to snap back into character and keep up with your charades as you wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his cock. “I’m going to take care of you now okay, Joel? You’ve been so good to me. I’m so grateful for your generous hospitality and your cock. I just want you to sit back and relax..can you do that for me, baby?” You held all the control in the palm of your hand as you slowly slid his tip between your slit. Your little noises of appreciation had his head spinning in circles as he squeezed your hips firmly.

“M’gonna keep you forever, just like this. Stuffed full of my cock. Filled to the fuckin’ brim.” He hissed between his teeth as you slowly inched yourself around him till he had filled you to the hilt. “M’so lucky to have a good little lamb like you, baby. My good little cockslut. It ain’t so bad, is it? Mmm..maybe you and I are more alike than you think.” He murmured with a lazy grin etched on his face as he gazed up at you through thick lashes.

“Of course i’ll be your good little lamb forever and ever, sir.” You played along as you slowly rolled your hips forward. “I’ll be so good to you just like you have been to me.” Now you had him right where you wanted him and it was only a matter of time. You affectionately played with his sweat stained curls, licked the musk from his neck as you inhaled his masculine aroma that seeped from his pores. You nipped at his flesh and left little love bites speckled across his skin. You fucked him the best way that you could, spending what was left of your dwindling energy to convince this man that you were submitting to him entirely. Each roll of your hips, and smack of your skin transported him to a new state of pure ecstasy. He didn’t last very long considering he was fairly spent himself. He let out a deep guttural animalistic grunt that ruptured from deep within his chest as he spilled his seed into you. He could feel both yours and his release drip down between where your bodies were connected. He praised in a soft tone, mumbling about how he was going to fall asleep just like this. “Y’stay right there, little lamb. Gonna keep you stuffed full of my cock all night.” He rasped as his lashes fluttered shut.

By all means, sir. Keep me stuffed full of your cock, because come morning, you’ll be waking up to an empty, cold, miserable bed. You fucking idiot.

He dozed off, still buried deep inside of your cunt as you sat there obediently. You listened to the sound of his breathing return to a normal rate as soft snores slipped past his parted lips. Only when you were certain that he wouldn’t awake from his sex induced slumber, did you finally slip off of his lap. You could feel the sticky residue of his come latching onto your thighs as his cock went soft. You gathered up the clothes he had given you as you rushed to dress and get the hell out of there. You were as quiet as a mouse as you crept out of his room. Your eyes zoned in on the rifle hanging along the hook next to the door.

You were so close to freedom you could almost taste it as you unlatched the door and began to slowly push the handle down–

“Where are you runnin’ off to, little lamb?” His tone was low and menacing as you felt the hardness of his chest press against your back. In one swift movement he had pulled the door shut with a heavy slam that rattled your bones to the core. You went to reach for his rifle but he was on you in a flash as he twisted your arms painfully behind your back. He knocked you forward against the wooden door with your cheek pressed firmly into the rough texture of the wood. When you didn’t respond to his original question, he asked again, but a lot less nicer.

“I said, where the fuck do you think you’re runnin’ off to, little lamb? Y’think you can play me for a goddamn fool?!” He bellowed. His harsh words bounced off the walls of the cabin as you struggled in his painful grip. “After I fed you, put clothes on your back and fucked you dumb, you think you can jus’ fuckin’ leave?!”

“Sir, I'm so sorry! You have it all wrong! I—just wanted to get some fresh air! I was going to come right back, I swear!” You took the pleading route in hopes that maybe he’d show you just a smidge of mercy. “I’d never leave you!”

He laughed darkly as he shoved you further into the door, creating little to no space for you to breathe. “Fuckin’ save it. You’re a goddamn filthy liar, little lamb! You were leavin’ me! What a fuckin’ shame too because you were being so so good. Pity, because I was actually thinking of letting you go myself.” He lied straight through his teeth as he forced his knee between your thighs and spread them apart. His hand that wasn’t holding your wrists painfully together wrapped around your middle as he yanked you roughly against his chest. His lips were right at your ear now. “You were being such a good little lamb for me, that I was beginning to feel sorry for taking you away..I was going to let you go first thing in the morning, but you just had to go and fuckin’ ruin it for yourself, huh?” He tsked

Fresh tears began to cascade down your face as you continued to try and break free. Your hope was quickly diminishing like a candle being blown out as he twisted your wrists at an unnatural angle. “PLEASE!” You begged, “I’m so sorry, sir! Please don’t kill me! I–I–can make it up to you, I swear!”

“Kill you? Oh, my dear sweet little lamb, you really haven’t been payin’ attention, have you? I’m not going to kill you. You’re far too pretty to be feasted on by some critters. That simply won’t do.” His hand that was securely wrapped around your middle snaked upwards as he roughly groped your breast through the fabric of your shirt. “Quit your fuckin’ squirming. You ain’t gettin’ yourself outta this one, little lamb.”

“Please, please let me go! I’m–I'm sorry for not being a good pet! I can do better! Please, Joel! You’re hurting me!” You cried out for mercy.

“Now, you’re gonna sit still and be a good little lamb, or I'll feed you to the wolves just outside my door.” He whispered harshly as he dropped his hand from around your breast only to then find the button on your pants before he yanked them down your thighs. Your pussy was sore and overstimulated when he pressed the ruddy head of his cock between your thighs. “Can’t you hear ‘em howlin?’ Bet they’re fistin’ their cocks right now thinkin’ about how your pretty little cunt would hug them so tight. S’only for me, right? This cunt belongs to me. Don’t fuckn’ gimme a reason to share.” He hissed as he harshly thrusted up into you, knocking the air from your lungs as his hand wrapped around your throat.

Your words came out as strangled cries as he continued to ram into you. “Can’tcha hear ‘em now? Beggin’ for this cunt. C’mon, little lamb. Scream for me. Let them know just how good daddy is treatin’ ya. Don’t you fuckin’ hold back.” His thumb and forefinger pressed firmly against your trachea making it harder for oxygen to reach your brain as your body went into distress mode. The more you fought, the tighter he held you. When you could begin to see stars dancing behind your eyelids, and your breath came out in a weak wheezing sound, he finally released you from his death grip.

You buckled over, gasping for air as your knees hit the floor with a sickening thud.

“Don’t you ever try to outsmart me again, little lamb.” He was standing over you like an ominous shadow as choked sobs raked through your body.

“Now, get the fuck back to bed, or i’ll drag you there myself.”

You took his threat seriously as you scrambled to your feet and scurried back to his room.

You never crossed him again, and for good reason. He apologized for his actions the next morning over breakfast. You weren’t very hungry, but forced yourself to eat for your own sake. Now you were his broken and submissive little lamb.

He did keep his promise of keeping you safe from all harm. Once enough trust was instilled, he allowed you to accompany him outside. He taught you all that he knew during those months. You found it hard to not begin to fall for him when he showed you his gentler side. It felt wrong, but right at the same time to love a man who was so cruel. He stripped you of your autonomy, and then stitched it right back together with his own needle and thread. You adapted to his lifestyle as if it was the back of your hand. Accompanying him on raids, torturing helpless individuals for the sheer thrill it felt to hold another person’s life in the palm of your hands.

Maybe you were sicker than he was.

This winter was proving to be unforgiving. Supplies and rations were low, and Joel’s men were growing antsy. Their leader was spending too much time tucked away in his cabin with you, and it was only a matter of time before someone would lash out. You were still fast asleep tucked away cozily in Joel’s warm bed while he called a meeting with the rest of the group.

“I say we head west. There ain’t nothin’ left here for us.” One of his men stated, and heads began to slowly nod in agreement.

“West? Why the hell would we go and do that? We got a decent territory here, and I'm this close to gettin’ us into the QZ. Jus’ have to twist a few more fingers to get us there. This ain’t the worst winter we’ve had. Don’t go and act like a bunch of fuckin’ pussies just because you’re afraid that your dicks are gonna freeze off.” He snapped.

“Easy enough for you to say, Miller. You’re the one who’s got a cockslut keepin’ you warm on the cold nights. What about the rest of us, huh? Can’t be bothered to share your prize?”

Joel could feel his blood begin to simmer as he slowly turned his head to the side. His eyes were narrowed into slits as his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “What the fuck did you jus’ call her?” His tone was eerily calm as he did his best to keep his temper at bay. You were off limits; end of story.

“You heard me. Bet that cockslut of yours was the one who suggested we stay here. That’s why it ain’t good to keep women around for long. They talk and talk and think that they have the answer for everything! Well, you know what I gotta say to that? Keep ‘em around to keep your cock warm and toss ‘em when they grow smart. That’s all they’re good for anyway. Jus’ a tight wet hole to fuck.”

The prominent veins in Joel’s neck bulged to the surface of his neck. His skin was so hot that the swirling flurries that landed on him immediately melted. His face grew red with rage. You were far more than just a hole to fuck. You were his little lamb, and god help any motherfuckers that dare disrespect his little lamb.

“I should fuckin’ carve your tongue out for that. She is not my cockslut.” If Joel’s men were smart, they’d back off while they still had the chance, but men will be men after all.

“Oh, please! Is her pussy really all that? Look at how soft you’ve gone, Miller! I say you dispose of her while you still have the chance. Oh, but before you do that, bring her out for a spin. We’ve been dyin’ to see what her cunt is all about.”

It was as if something inside of Joel had suddenly snapped and he found his hands constricted around the man’s neck. Joel had him pinned to the snow covered ground as the man thrashed around violently. No one dared to try and stop their leader until they heard the crunching of snow beneath boots as your voice drifted through the brewing blizzard like a rumbling echo

Joel’s head snapped in the direction of your voice as he loosened his grip around the man’s neck slightly. “Baby, what the fuck are you doin’ out here? It’s freezing! Get back inside–”

You were quick to cut him off as you approached the scene that was laid out in front of you. You ignored his present concern for your wellbeing as you crossed your arms over your chest. “What the fuck is going on here, Joel?”

“Seth said some shit that he really oughta have kept to himself. S’alright. I got this one handled. Why don’t you go on back home where it’s warm.”

“No. I want you to tell me what he said.” You stood firm

Joel eyed the rest of his men who were all looking much like sheep themselves. “He called you a cockslut, and that all a woman is good for is a tight wet hole to fuck.” He deadpanned.

You appeared unfazed sans the slight arch of your brow. “Really?” You scoffed. “How original. Don’t you think that strangling him is a bit too merciful?”

“Well, before you came out here, I threatened to carve his tongue out.”

“Oh?” You asked with a lopsided grin. “Now that is more your style, baby. Wanna use my knife? I just sharpened it the other day.”

Seth was nervously looking between yours and Joel’s sadistic grins as he struggled to escape. All Joel had to do was snap his fingers once for two of his men to then force Seth down by his shoulders, and physically pry his jaw open as he thrashed wildly on the ground.

“My little lamb, you’re so sick..y’know that?” He was already reaching for your outstretched knife before his hand encased around your wrist and gently tugged you down into the snow. “Front row seat jus’ for you, baby. Don’t worry, he’ll never say another word about you again.” he sealed his promise to you against your lips before he was pulling away to finish off the job.

“S’matter, Seth? Cat got your tongue?” Joel crooned as grabbed the back of his head and yanked it forward. “This oughta teach ya to respect women.”

“Joel–wait! Please don’t do this! I’m sorry! I’m–” Seth’s pleas were violently cut off when Joel sliced right through his tongue. Blood spattered and squirted from the gushing wound as his once attached muscle now laid limp in the snow.

“Oh, what was that? You’re sorry? It’s a bit too late for that, pal.” Joel spat before he picked up the chunk of Seth’s mutilated tongue and tossed it right into the nearby fire pit.

“Get him outta my sight before I decide to rip his throat out too. Tie him up to a tree a few miles from here. Leave him to the wolves. They’ll finish him off.” He demanded his men as he wiped the blood from your knife along Seth’s shirt.

His hand reached for yours to help you up from the ground. You held no shame to admit that watching Joel mutilate someone in front of you so willingly sent a wave of arousal gushing between your clenched thighs, and you probably would have fucked him right then and there and let his men watch because none of that really mattered anymore. You opted to pull him behind a cluster of trees instead as you dropped to your knees ceremoniously in the bitter cold snow that instantly bit at your exposed bare skin. Your hands clawed for his belt as you desperately unlatched it and shoved his jeans down his thighs swiftly. Your cheeks felt cold to the touch as Joel’s hand affectionately held your face in his warm palm as you pulled his stiff cock free. His heart swelled with pure pride for his good little lamb.

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[dusty-pistol]

Woo hoo Dr. Sawyer headcannon!!! Plus some other stuff and more under the cut =]

As it says in the photo + more. Also, keep in mind that some of these may seem harsh because he's literally an evil, terrible person in the game.

>>: 40-60 year old man.

>>: Wrinkly old fucker....

>>: Not thin, but not muscular either. Just extremely average figure.

>>: Grown out hair that he's too busy and focused on his work to cut.

>>: Grayin hair cuz he's old and from stress.

>>: Yellowin teeth that again he's too busy and focused on his work to brush.

>>: Tries to keep up with appearances to look good, but constantly forgets to take care of himself/his appearance cuz again, work focused.

>>: Since this is a headshot I didn't show it, but for his outfit it's just black dress shoes, black dress pants, black button-up shirt, red tie, white lab coat with chemical and blood stains on the forearms, and black surgical gloves. Full doctor fit since this guy is literally a neurosurgeon.

>>: Ruined fingertips but not because he bites his nails. He just peels the skin around them until it bleeds. But he doesn't really notice he's bleedin cuz he's got a high pain tolerance. He just kinda does it idly when he's bored and subconsciously fidgets. It would worry the people around him to see blood on his hands but.. well nobody really likes him enough to care AND this is Playtime.Co. I feel like it'd be sorta normal for the scientists to be a lil bloody.

>>: The WORST eyebags you've seen. Bro gets NO SLEEP. Will and does fall asleep at his desk and gets like really fuckin mad at himself for doin so. And then he's grumpy at everyone and everythin for the rest of the day.

>>: Addin onto that, the corners of his eyes are red cuz he rubs them constantly due to the lack of sleep. It would be concernin but again, nobody cares about him enough to ask him about it. (That, and if they did ask, he'd just tell them off.)

>>: Does NOT own up to his mistakes. He'll just blame them on someone else for their "incompetence" even though it's a completely baseless accusation.

>>: God complex, narcissistic, the whole package. Hurts people just for his own amusement. (Not sayin anyone who has these issues hurts people for laughs, btw!!! It's just him. Like, canonically, he has said he finds enjoyment outta others' pain.)

>>: Uses a large vocabulary with complex words to make others feel stupid.

>>: If he has children, he doesn't care about them. Nor would he particularly care about his wife if he has one. Personally, I think he's single because he thinks he's too good for anyone. But it's actually cuz nobody FUCKIN LIKES HIM.

>>: High maintenance bastard. You can't keep up with him? You're not useful in his eyes.

>>: The kinda guy to yell at or not tip waiters if they got his order wrong.

>>: Doesn't really have a soft spot for anythin. But he's more calm around the experiments (especially Yarnaby) cuz he knows he's protected. (Or at least, he thinks so.)

>>: Hates not knowin/understandin things. It makes him feel stupid and weak. So he immediately forces himself to get as much information on that thing as possible so he can be better than those around him and gloat that he knows more than them. But does it in a casual way so he doesn't seem like a tryhard.

>>: Absolutely despises the commercial jingles Playtime.Co made for the toys. He finds them obnoxious.

[makeucrawl]

“Confession”

NSFW

It had started, like so many of the great headaches of Father Easterman’s life, with being assigned some duty that another was shirking. In this case: an older priest needed his confessional covered due to some “previous commitment.”

It was curious how a 60 something-year-old priest could have a “previous commitment” on a Sunday afternoon, given that his Sundays had been pretty well committed now for longer than Hendrick’s been around. But hey. Who was he to deny an old man his weekend pleasures.

It’s not like Hendrick would have done anything besides reading at home alone anyway and it was a place he’s done service for many times.

So he gave the stray cat an extra large bowl of kibble on his way out, ran his own service at the little church on the South side of town, then hopped into his car and drove to the cathedral.

It was hour three when the stranger came in.

“Bless me Father,” he started practically before his ass was even seated, “for I have really, really sinned.”

“Hah,” for some reason, it pulled a little half-formed laugh out of him, clearing his throat he said, “How long has it been since your last confession?”

Past the grate, the stranger hummed, “mm, a longtime, to be honest.”

“How long?” There was a pause, so Father Easterman continued, “You don't need to be ashamed of it. It’s good that you’re here. But how long it’s been, and what kept you away, might figure into the penance-“

“Well~” The stranger’s southern drawl was heavy as he spoke. “I guess the reason I’ve been avoiding churches sort of has to do with what I need to confess. Maybe I should just tell you the whole thing, an’ you can tell me what you think..ok, Father?”

“Whatever makes you comfortable.” What was that tone? Anxiety, certainly, a healthy dose of guilt, sure, but also something that seemed weirdly like . . .excitement? “Unburden yourself.”

The stranger cleared his voice, almost comically. Like he was about to tell a joke, rather than get something off his chest.

“Ya see, I have this problem with churches. It’s pretty embarrassin’…”

He definitely didn’t sound embarrassed, but everyone acted differently at confession, especially if it’d been a while. Maybe a little playfulness would help set the stranger at ease?

“No need, my son. Just you, me, and God in here. He already knows about your sins, and I promised Him I’d be nice about it.”

“Oh I bet you can be real nice.” The stranger’s tone shifted again but this time into something that made the priest’s skin crawl. Though the thick grated screen kept them from fully seeing each other, the priest could tell the man was leaning closer.

“Uh,” Father Easterman replied eloquently, “R-right. So,” he cleared his own throat, “anyway, your– problem. With churches.”

“Oh! Right!” said the stranger. “Right right right! My problem!”

“Uh huh,” Hendrick sighed now, rolling his rosary beads between his fingers.

“Well, ya see, every time I walk into a Church, I have these thoughts. Just awful sinful thoughts,Father!”

The priest hesitated with his reply. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s heard this sort of confessional. It was probably about wanting to commit carnal sin inside the church or that he had thoughts about the nuns. The usual confessions he’s heard from men.

“Don’t you think that’s kind of funny?” the stranger didn’t wait for him to answer, “I think it’s kind of funny. That thoughts can be sins, I mean. Because you’re not really doin anythin’ about them. You’re not even saying anythin’ about them. Ya don’t really hurt anyone, ya know! But as soon as somethin pops into your head, suddenly you’re in trouble, just because of what happens inside the privacy of your own brain!”

Hoo boy. That was a whole ten gallon drum of theological and ethical worms that the stranger just rambled his way over to. And yeah, Hendrick woulda been more sympathetic to it, if he didn’t himself know very well the importance of combating sinful thought before it became sinful action.

“That’s uh– well, that’s a fairly complicated topic. If you like reading, perhaps I could suggest a couple of books that–”

“But then,” the stranger kept right on rambling, his voice just as warm and cheerful, “maybe I do get it. Cause, ya see, the sinful thought is that I’d really like to bend a priest over the altar, and fuck him, right in front of his whole flock.”

Father Easterman’s mouth suddenly went dry.

The stranger seemed to take his silence as an okay to continue,

“I think about the way his cries and screams would echo off the ceiling- GOD-all the other sounds too! His tight fuckin’ hole just makin’ the filthiest sounds ya ever heard.”

The priest’s face blanched, his palms grew sweaty and his rosary almost slipped from his fingers.

“An’, Father- you just know he’s tight. Never had a man in his life or at least not one like me.”

Oh, God. Father Easterman prayed quietly. Please make this man shut up.

“If I was feelin’ generous and of course only when I was done, I’d invite some of his parishioners, see if any of them wanted a turn and oh- I bet they would, Father. Bet they’d love taking turns with all his slutty holes.”

At least strike this man down or something when he leaves!

“And we’d take turns fuckin’ him. Put lil tally marks on his skin every time someone cums in him. We’d keep goin like that til he gave us a real confession. Until he was only praising for cock.”

Father Easterman’s vision was spotted as his diaphragm locked up in his chest. He felt his guts try to claw their way out as the stranger detailed out his own most shameful disgusting fantasy to him like he’s reading it from a book.

A beat passed in silence before the stranger laughed, bright and clear as the first peels from a bell choir.

“Hm. I guess I see why just thinkin’ about all that might be a sin, even if I don’t say it out loud. What kind of priest would want someone imagining that, right?”

Hendrick’s mouth worked as his mind reeled, but he found himself no closer to getting any kind of reply out.

“So,” the priest could practically hear the other man grinning, “what should I do about it?”

Eventually, somehow, he managed to get out a single shaky: “What?”

“Ya know! About my sinful thoughts! How do I make it up to God?”

“I–”

“That’s how this works, right? I tell you what I’ve done to God that’s so bad, an’ you tell me how I can make it up to him.”

Later, much later, Father Easterman would himself have to repent for all the theological inaccuracies in this entire conversation he let slide. But hey, at least repenting was something he knew how to do.

“F-Five,” he eventually mumbled, “five Hail Marys, three Redeem Us Michaels.”

“Oh!? That’s all? Huh. And then God won’t mind?”

“God still minds!” He almost shouted, his hand reaching up to wipe the sweat from his brow. God sees what you think. God hates what you think. God minds.

God minds.

The priest took a few deep breaths before continuing.

“God still… it isn’t good to.. To think about… perverse acts with prie- With other men. Sins– uh, sins of the flesh, in the mind are still—“ Christ, what was he even saying? “Just… try not to have those thoughts. Don’t, uh, don’t indulge them. Turn your thoughts to God and the church.”

“Oooooh, so you mean, when I want to think about fuckin a priest, I should think about how strong and admirable he is, that he never has those kinds of thoughts himself.”

“Y-Yes,” said Father Easterman, adding lying to his own list of sins racked up in this single conversation, “Just . . . think about. Uhm. That.”

“Will do!” he chirped, “Thanks Father! Ya know..I feel so much better already! Might just come back again!”

“Yeah, sure.“ Father Easterman didn’t care if the man returned. He wouldn’t work at this place again after this conversation. “Don’t forget your prayers.”

“Me?” The stranger most definitely lied, “Never.”

Before the priest could get in another word, the stranger excused himself from the confessional. Father Easterman could barely catch his breath, before the strange man was replaced by an old woman who launched immediately into a confession that was 10% confessing her “uncharitable thoughts” and 90% complaining about the people that inspired them.

And so “half-assing confessional” was added to the ever-growing list of Father Easterman’s repentance.

[sinnohsiblings]

*Felix hesitantly approaches Calama. This was the void spirit of another world but he looked 10x as intimidating as the one from his that he had once had an encounter with. Felix had to be brave. He knew beings with great power like this could smell fear. Too bad he couldn’t control the shaking legs, the sweat that began dripping off his face or the quiver he could feel in his fingers.*

Felix: Erm, hi, great one. I, erm, I was just wonderin’, considering how long a being like ya lives for, i-if ya had any wisdom or anythin’ for someone like me. N-not callin’ ya old or anythin’, great one. Just because ya seem ta have a lotta experience. Ya see, I happen ta have a friend who just so happens ta want ya mess with beins on ya power level. Just simple insults, that’s all. But, I know it’s gonna land ‘em in a lotta trouble real soon. Like, gods like you can w-wipe us out in an instant and they don’t seem ta be gettin’ the message. Have ya had anyone in ya life who’s gone too far with somethin’ that ya have had ta step in ta stop ‘em from doin’ somethin’ stupid? How did ya go about it? Erm, I probably should’ve brought an offering or something, haha.

Calama: "Some people will not change unless you actually hold true to concequences and make them change. If you want this person to change you need to hold them accountable for their actions and if needed cut them off entirely if they refuse to change. This friend of yours will get you killed if they continue to be that reckless" Calama: "Do you have any idea what kind of tyrants a creator god can be if insulted? There are gods who will kill the firends and loved ones who slight them just to have the empty void of lonliness and the blood of their companions on their hands to serve as a message to never try their patience again."

Calama: "If they wont make the effort to change, for your own survival sake cut them off. A good beating could do i-" With that Calama's eyes narrowed and he ripped himself back as a massive darbed tendril larger than even the great giant ripped passed him and shattered off parts of the island floating infront of him.

Goliaopede has initiated a territorial dispute!

[acanth3]

The Sound Of The Stars English Translation

EPISODE 13/14

Mika: ……

…..Eh?

Shu: If you say that you don’t want to go on this space trip, let’s just cancel it!

No matter what COSPRO or the world says, just ignore them. I will take all responsibility so–

Mika: W-wait a minute, Oshi-san! Let me think about it!

I’m not that smart, so many things suddenly comin’ up my head can’t keep up

Shu: Is, is that so? It’s best to do what you like.

Mika: Well, first of all. Why is Oshi-san here?

Shu: I came back here to apologize to you. 

Mika: Why? I dont want Oshi-san to apologize to me, you didn’t to anythin’ wrong?

Shu: No, I proceeded with this space trip plan without consulting you, then you became angry with me, right?

Mika: It’s too late for that now!? It’s been awhile since I got angry about that

I was convinced to go to space, my dream is goin’ to come true, I’m grateful for this. 

Shu: Then why are you ignoring my calls?! You’ve never ignored my calls for this long, have you!? 

Mika: Calls from Oshi-san…..? 

Huh, really? I got hundreds of calls from Oshi-san?!

Shu: Have you not noticed up until now?

Mika: I’m very sorry Oshi-san, recently i was workin’ so hard with studyin’ and trainin’, I haven't been bothered to check.

I’ve been doin’ my trainin’ and studies from mornin’ till night, it’s even in my dreams or I’m readin’ my english book

Shu: I guess that’s all that happened. It shouldn’t be this fussed over. 

I’ve never been ignored by Kagehira before, so I thought I finally touched your scales. 

Mika: I also really wanted to go to space with Oshi-san so I tried my best.

….So, I should apologize.

Shu: Hm? What do you mean? 

Mika: In order to go to space, you hafta pass an exam

I’m too stupid to pass it

Shu: …..

Mika: There’s only 3 days left till the exam, I haven’t even passed a test.

No matter how hard I try I can’t get a good score. I’m so pathetic and a bad person

Jun-kun and Vice President who tried to help me with Oshi-san. I can’t forgive myself for not passin’ their expectations

Im ashamed of myself…..

Shu: …..So that’s why you're here in the back of an alley and squating? 

Fufu, When I threw around Kagehira, you were a doll

…..It’s good to see you so at ease, Kagehira. This feeling of helplessness, every artist experiences it 

Actually, I’m forced to feel helplessness right now.

Mika: Eh….really?

Shu: Weren’t you listening to Ibara? I still haven’t produced a song for this project yet. 

I guess, I ‘An Itsuki’ am not strong enough to take on the theme of a ‘universe’ 

Mika: That’s not true, if Oshi-san isn’t strong enough, then who can do it?

Shu: Of course, there exists better artists than me. Do other amazing works with the theme of ‘universe’ also exist? 

As long as they exist, there is doubt in my skill

Aa, this is frustrating. It’s disgraceful that I can’t express the amazing work of the ‘universe’ 

—But at the same time, I’m happy. 

Mika: Eh..?

Shu: It’s proof there’s further more growth for an artist like me

If you’re an artist too, Kagehira, you should be happy with this knowledge

There’s such beauty in this world that I can’t draw, and I’m looking forward to draw it by my own hands one day! 

I’m aiming to have that day come earlier, so I ran away to face this together. 

What about you Kagehira? Are you going to abandon your room for growth and run away like this?

Mika: ….. I don’t want to. Because I’m here with Oshi-san. 

Shu: In that case, you need to come to terms with your lack of strengths. It’s the destiny of an artist. 

You know people that were once kings have walked down this same path? 

If you stepped closer than anyone else you would have seen the ugly truth

Mika: …..I see

Oshi-san, you told me not to abandon pitiful me. 

Thank’s to you, I feel better now. After all, Oshi-san is my Oshi-san♪

Shu: Fufu, I’ve experienced most of these blows as an artist 

…..well, in your case, it’s just a single setback. 

As a matter of fact, what do you think of space travel? 

If you actually don’t want to go, I’ll go bow down to COSPRO and the rest of the world.

Mika: There’s no need for that, I want to go to space. 

I’m goin’ to make mah dream come true, it’s proof that ‘dreams can come true and reach for the stars’ 

Because my goal as an idol is to inspire the children in mah hometown. 

That’s why this dream shouldnt just be a stick in the mud 

I will absolutely sing to everyone on Earth, “I have become a star!”

Shu: Fufu, alright. By the way, your eyes mark your words as an idol.

‘Dreams can come true and reach for the stars’...huh, I like that. 

Mika: Huh? What’s up Oshi-san? Yer’ mumblin’ to yerself..

Shu: Kagehira, thanks to you I have thought of the final image production! 

Aa, after all, listening to you was the fastest way. Listening to your determination, all my problems have been resolved. 

Mika: Uh….what do you mean? 

Shu: I took on the theme of the ‘universe’ as a grand idea 

What is the universe? What are the stars? I was obsessed in how to express it 

I forgot the most important thing in art. 

The concept of the universe can’t be done by people who wish to know what’s beyond Earth

I foolishly grabbed onto the stars sparkling in the night, if it wasn’t for your dream, I wouldn’t have even known of this. 

I’m grateful for you Kagehira, nearing the ends of my contemplations, listening to your determination the stars had begun to sparkle once again. 

Mika: Hm~? I don’t know what the type of person Oshi-san is talkin’ about.

Shu: Now, let’s go complete what we both need to do!

I will create an ark that will send you to the ends of the universe, and I need you to control it with your additional knowledge. 

I hope you can achieve it, Kagehira

[the-mountain-flower]

Connections

A sequel to Surviving A Lesser Of Two Evils

Theia starts actually learning how to fight, thanks to an acquaintance made during her quest.

In a moment of mutual aid, Theia receives help from a force she thought she'd lost the favor of.

Ao3 link

Content warnings: physical abuse, power imbalance, ableism, guilt

“Now widen your stance just a little, not that much, yeah, like that. You’re less likely to get knocked over if you keep your center of gravity fairly low. Also leg and core strength’s good for that, but that’s somethin’ that you build up over time. Now hold that stance. I’m goin' to throw a punch, so try to block it.”

Theia nodded, grateful to at least be warned ahead of time to prepare.

Sora quickly took up an offensive position, and threw a punch toward Theia.

Theia moved her arms to block the bounty hunter’s fist, and while she did technically manage to block, the force immediately caused her to stumble backward. She nearly kept her footing, but tripped at the last second.

Sora reached forward and grabbed Theia’s arm to keep her from falling.

“Not bad!” Sora said, “you didn’t immediately collapse, that’s a good start.”

“Thanks.” Theia retook the amateur defensive stance. “I’m ready.”

“Good!” Sora was faster this time, but Theia was getting better prepared with each attempt.

The third time Sora threw in a surprise feint which caught Theia off guard, causing her to miss the block and get a fist to her side. She glared at Sora as they offered a hand to help her up.

“What was that for?”

“Just keeping it interesting.” Sora smirked. “Don’t worry, I’m still holdin’ back.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Theia brushed the dust off of herself.

“Lemme know if you need to stop, okay?”

Theia nodded. “It’s alright. You don’t hit nearly as hard as Shrike.”

Sora shrugged. “Yeah, well, I’m not all for beatin’ up anyone I don’t gotta, even if they’re a nerd-type who’s clearly never gotten into a tussle before. Um, don’t tell the boss I said that.”

“Sure, thanks?” Theia almost laughed, then frowned, “Wait, ‘nerd-type’?”

“Yeah? Somethin’ wrong with that?”

“No,” Theia stepped forward with what she knew was a very intimidating glare, “but how did you know that?”

Sora rolled their eyes, clearly unimpressed with what almost always worked on entitled people who thought they deserved to look through fragile tomes without care for preservation efforts. “I mean, if you’re tryna hide it, you’re not doin’ great. Plus, you kind of just have that sort of bookish vibe, you know?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I dunno, just that you act a lot like the scholarly type. Look, whatever it is, it’s none of my business, so I won’t pry or anythin‘ if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I appreciate that.” Theia had been careful to keep her background a secret, and mentally filed that interaction away to consider later.

“Ready to try again?”

Theia nodded.

Two punches later, and she successfully blocked without getting knocked out of position.

“Nice!” Sora applauded, “You’ll be holding your own against Shrike in no time!”

Theia smiled, though she didn’t really care about ‘holding her own’ against the lead bounty hunter. Just staying intact long enough to ‘hold her own’ against a certain magus.

Though, come to think of it, he didn’t seem like the type who could take a punch very well, either, just use political or magical power instead. Maybe having some combat skills will be a good thing, a potential advantage if nothing else.

Though she was building up the skills needed to hold her ground in combat, Theia had gotten good at catching herself so she didn’t fall on her face or back, so she almost didn’t have to try when she fell in front of Sora.

“You’re definitely gettin’ better- woah!”

Theia saw an opportunity an acted quickly, kicking one leg out to collide with Sora while they were caught off guard. It was harder than it looked, and beneath the leather of their boots Theia could swear she heard a metallic clang.

Sora stumbled backward, and fell down themself. They grinned at Theia. “Awesome!”

Theia smiled as she got up. “I think that’s the best I’ve gotten against you.”

“It sure was! And you saw an opening and took it, that’s great.”

“Thanks.” Theia gestured to where she’d kicked Sora, “Is your leg okay? I’m pretty certain they’re not supposed to make that sound.”

“Ah, yeah, that’s just a me thing.” Sora tapped the side of their lower leg with a fist, producing a reverberate metallic noise. “Metal prostheses on both of ‘em.”

“Neither of them were damaged just now, were they?”

“Nah, they’re pretty strong and well-made. Gotta have ‘em sturdy in this line of work.”

“I see.”

“Think fast!” Sora got up faster than Theia had time to process the movement, sweeping an attack towards her. Theia didn't dodge in time, but was able to break the bounty hunter's tackle afterward.

“Good job. Always best if you can avoid gettin’ got first, but good job on gettin’ yourself out, there.”

“Thanks, I’m a fast learner.”

“Look, boss, I ain’t gonna be the kinda person to tell you how to do it, but I really think you’re goin’ way too hard on her.”

Theia hadn’t been far enough away from the camp to not hear raised voices, but hadn’t been able to make out what they were saying until just now. Her aching body protested at getting up so soon, but she couldn’t risk missing something important at a time like this.

To her surprise, she found Sora and Shrike having an argument.

“You think I got any coddling in the arena? I had to learn how to hold my own in a fight, and that made me strong.”

“Yeah, but you’ve said you knew how to fight before that. She’s got no fightin’ experience to begin with.”

“Most gladiators don’t.”

“Most of them get hurt too badly, or they die. I think you of all people should know that. And Theia isn’t a gladiator.”

Lady have mercy, they’re talking about me.

By now the rest of the bounty hunters had stopped whatever they were doing to stare at the scene. Sora stood in front of Shrike, arms crossed and talking with a confrontational tone. Shrike looked annoyed, possibly even angry, but was keeping a deceptively cool front.

“If she isn’t strong enough to fight back, then there’s nothing else I can do for her.” Shrike retorted coldly.

“You’re not lettin’ her get strong enough,” Sora didn’t back down, “Do you really think anyone can fight well if they’re all beaten up like you do to her?”

“Yes. And I should know.”

“I’m sayin’ that’s definitely not the best way to learn. You can’t expect anyone to run without learnin’ to walk first, if you catch my drift.”

Theia debated stepping in- and she had every right to- but reluctantly decided against it. She hadn’t asked Sora to try and defend her, and they could physically hold their own against Shrike if needed much better then Theia was equipped to at the moment. Right now, she needed to focus on staying intact long enough to face the Dark Avatar when the time came, and her best chance of that came down to tending to her injuries as thoroughly as she could manage, and to not seeking out more unnecessary fights than she already had to deal with. Her shoulder still ached after Shrike had dislocated it only the day before, and her bruised ribs made her flinch with every deep breath.

Still, it felt nice that Sora was willing to stand up to Shrike for her, even if she hadn't asked for it. The other bounty hunters either didn’t care enough to say anything after the first few days, or agreed with Shrike on her methods. Sora was definitely still one of them and no qualms about beating anyone to the ground for payment, but at least they had some kind of moral compass and didn’t take pleasure in hitting unprompted or for no reason, and apparently felt strongly enough to confront Shrike about it. In her position, even with her reservations, Theia definitely appreciated it.

“It sounds to me,” Shrike said coldly. “that you don’t think I’m using my position of authority as her mentor correctly.”

Something flashed in Sora’s expression before they appeared to regain composure. Even those under her command knew to fear Shrike’s retribution. “I’m not sayin’ that,” Sora said, “I’m just sayin’ things might be helped by goin’ a little easier, that’s all.” They stepped back. “But I know when my advice is unwanted.”

Sora was stopped in their tracks, and looked down incredulously at their feet which seemed to be stuck to the ground.

“I don’t think you understand how much I don’t appreciate my authority being challenged.” Shrike said in a low tone, one of her hands glowing with a light gray aura.

“I wasn’t- shit, boss, I didn’t mean it like that!”

Theia gritted her teeth in anger. None of the other bounty hunters gave any sign of stepping forward on Sora’s behalf. If she was in any state to intervene, she would.

I could... no. No, I lost the right.

But... would the Lady really mind all that much, if it were to help another?

Theia took a deep breath, and relaxed the barrier she’d placed on her mind. Only a little, just enough to let in a candle’s worth of light.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Theia focused on the ground where Shrike stood, plotting a karmic variation of the trick the Stone mage had used on her multiple times.

A small light, almost imperceptible if you weren’t looking for it, shone by Shrike’s feet. A small nudge, effective on one who didn’t see it coming, just enough to knock her off balance and make her loose concentration.

“What the-” Shrike stumbled backward, her expression one of surprise and confusion.

Freed from the mage’s hold, Sora took the opportunity given to them and dashed away.

Shrike scoffed, but didn’t follow.

Theia breathed a sigh of relief, then startled at a familiar voice in her head.

Junior Archivist, said the voice of a Dragon, using the title Theia had thought she no longer held, you need not punish yourself for anything.

My Lady?

You were never to blame. And I will always be willing to help, you need only to ask.

I... Thank you, my Lady.

“How’re you holdin’ up?”

Theia looked up to see Sora walk into the tent with a strained smile on their face.

“Relatively speaking? Alright.” Much better than before, though that had nothing to do with her physical state. “How about you? I saw what happened with Shrike.”

Sora’s smile faltered. “It’s fine. Wishin’ my soul barrier included prosthesis, but hey, not like there’s anythin’ to do about that now, so whatever.”

Theia pursed her lips. Sora didn’t even seem like they were going to acknowledge how messed up any of it was.

Of all the kinds of people she had to find herself with, did it have to be this morally-bankrupt lot?

“I’ve heard stories of places that specialize in that.”

“Huh, maybe I should pay ‘em a visit sometime.”

“Has this kind of thing happened before?”

“Eh, sometimes. Though last time the mage in question kinda went for all the metal on everybody so it wasn’t targeted or anythin’, actually I don’t even think he noticed, not that it would’ve made a difference since I was wearin‘ other armor and all of us got stuck on the wall like that anyway- long story. But that kinda thing happens sometimes in this line of work. But you see, there’s a benefit to bein’ a more ranged attacker,” they gestured to the bow and quiver strapped to their back, “get targeted specifically like that less often.”

Hm, maybe Theia should try convincing Sora into a different line of work.

“Speaking of, I’mma go do some target practice, let off a bit of steam. See you.” They waved goodbye and started leaving before Theia even had time to return the gesture.

“Wait,” Theia called.

“Hm?” Sora popped back into the tent.

“I wanted to let you know, your help with teaching me to fight seems to be working. I avoided quite a few hits this time.”

“Awesome!” Sora smiled, and this time it looked much more genuine. “Keep practicing and you'll be holdin’ your own in a fight in no time.” They gave a thumbs-up before leaving.

Left alone with her thoughts again, Theia resumed her line of thinking Sora had interrupted. Her plans to confront the Dark Avatar had different aspects to factor in, now that she knew she still had the support of the Lady on her side. Given the amount of unknown variables at play, that proved to be more than just an emotional comfort to her.

But it still was something that lifted a significant amount of the weight on her chest. Her determination had never wavered enough to shake her dedication, but it felt undeniably good to know she was still supported by the subject of her faith.

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Me: I'm scared for Theia. I'll write a fic abt and then give her some help from a sympathetic person to make it a little better

Me: this is a one-off character who I only made for the purpose of this

one-shot, I'll probably never come back to them

one Tumblr ask and over 1000 words later:

Me: wow, I really thought I was done with this bit huh

Anyways, glad I was able to give Theia a little better after last time :)

Remember to drink water, eat food, take your meds (if applicable), and get enough sleep. Love you all, and have a great [insert time here]! <3

[abyssalcastawway]

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Past!caligulasAquarium (PCA) began pestering Future!caligulasAquarium (FCA) 10 HOURS ago.

PCA: I feel like I'm submitting to some sort of Karkat-ian instinct to argue with myself, but it's not as if anybody else is givin me the time of day.

PCA: So fuck it, right? Might as wwell bite the bullet and embarass myself. Not as if I can fall any further, right?

PCA: So- Hey, not to be a bother or anythin, but I'm sort of on the vverge of doin something drastic, and I'm not sure who to talk to about it.

PCA: I figured if anyone on this Gog forsaken rock has the time of day to listen to me, it's me, so. Here's to hoping I listen up, I suppose.

FCA: Um. Sorry, you caught me at a sort of bad time. I'm. A little busy.

PCA: Busy? Doing wwhat? Wwe haven't been busy for wweeks. Not like anybody does anything wwith us.

FCA: Busy doin wwhat you're plannin right noww, I'd wwager. Or, seeing it through to its conclusion at least. Just a feww more things to make happen, couple more boxes to tick, feww more dice to roll, and then I'm outta here.

PCA: Doin... So it wworks out then? The plan? Is Feferi with you? Did she agree to tag along?

FCA: ...No, Fef's not wwith me right noww. I hope to catch up to her soon though.

PCA: She wwent on ahead? Wwoww. I kinda expected to drag her along kicking and screamin.

FCA: I think a lot of things about the coming interaction will surprise ya.

PCA: Really? It goes that wwell? That's a relief. I kneww they'd havve to submit to reason evventually.

FCA: They submitted to somethin, alright.

PCA: I'm just so fuckin releivved, this really felt like a long shot, you knoww? I just didn't knoww wwhat else to do, I just need something to change. I felt so Hopeless and Lonely... even Kar screens my texts these days.

FCA: I know, I remember wwhat it wwas like. I'm only ten hours into the future, I remember wwhat was goin through my head. Wwonderin if this is the only wway forwward, not knowing if anybody cares enough to havve an opinion at all.

PCA: Yeah... that's exactly it... y'know, I feel like if anybody else wwas acting this wind up someone wwould have said something comforting to them by noww. Kinda reinforces the idea that I don't mean as much to anybody as evveryone else.

FCA: Right.... hey, do you evver think about that? Like. From the other direction?

PCA: Wwhat do you mean?

FCA: Like... wwe spent all this time chasing deep, copulative relationships wwith these people, but do wwe actually care about them any?

PCA: Wwhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?

FCA: Like, wwe thought wwe liked Feferi, right? Because she wwas amazing and bright and made us feel wwarm and connected to people.

PCA: I don't exactly wwant to talk about that right noww.

FCA: I knoww but like. Actually think about it. Do wwe wwant to be matespirits wwith her any more than wwe wanted to be matespirits wwith Nepeta, or Equius, or Anyone else?

PCA: Those rejections are wwell behind me, all of them, so I don't appreciate you dragging em up again. I thought you wwould be over them too, seeing as you're me from the future.

FCA: Right, of course but... Havve you considered that the fact that wwe don't feel anything particularly unique for any of these people might be a sign that none of them are cut out to be our quadrents?

PCA: ...

FCA: This is all fecesious, of course, I know you havve. I'm you.

PCA: You shut your glubbin mouth right this instant.

FCA: I knoww you'vve thought about the fact that no Imperial Drone will come knocking anymore. I knoww you knoww wwe don't havve to hurry to survvivve anymore.

PCA: That's not wwhat it's about.

FCA: Wwe'vve lost that excuse, so wwhy are we still pushing so hard?

PCA: Wwhy are you doing this?

FCA: Wwhy are we still scrambling to find someone like wwe're scared wwe're never gonna?

PCA: Please stop....

FCA: Wwe're so desprate to prove the absence inside of us doesn't mean anything, and that wwe can still be wwhole.

PCA: But wwe can be, right? It's the best of a bad situation, but you're on your way right now, right?

FCA: Sure. I can say for sure that I'm definitely feelin some kinda way.

PCA: Wwe used to beleivve Fef and I wwould be together forevver. That wwe'd stay each other's important people... wwe can stay that. Wwe can be that. It's not too late. Wwe aren't broken.

FCA: Right. Just think. In 10 hours from noww, you'll be right wwhere you need to be. Trust me, just go tell Feferi what we need to do. It'll be quite self evvident what to do from there. I promise.

FCA: Beleive me, by the time you're me, you'll havve discovered the true meaning of our aspect, and we'll both get exactly what we deserve.

PCA: And wwe wwon't be alone anymore.

Future!caligulasAquarium (FCA) ceased pestering Past!caligulasAquarium (PCA)

[guronffs]

Priorities

"Blitz, we need to talk." Moxxie said as he and Millie entered his office. "Oh no," Blitz said, groaning, "What is it now?" "It's important," Millie said. "... to us." Blitz responded with an understanding nod and let them have a seat in front of his desk. M&M looked at each other and nodded before facing Blitz. Moxxie was the first to speak. "We really appreciate you and everything you've done for us." "Ya give me good pay and have me doin' what I love." Millie said. "And ya helped Mox out of his shell. Out of all the bosses we had, yer the best." "I'm expecting a 'but' here." Blitz said.

"But," Moxxie said.

"Called it."

"-we have kids at home, kids that we love and cherish more than anything in Hell."

Millie now spoke, "And we wanna make sure that they grow up with both of their parents there."

"Ah, I think I know where this is going." Blitz said. "You wanna leave, don't you?"

"No, no, no!" Moxxie said as he and Millie shook their head frantically. "We're still working here. We just... have new priorities with our lives."

Moxxie looked to Millie, who gave him a reassuring nod. He then leaned in closer, placing his hands on the desk. "Jessie and Amanda are the most important things in our lives now, and while we'll do our best on the field, we won't do anything if it means me or Millie die." Moxxie took a deep breath before continuing. "If there ever comes a time when we have to make a choice between us or you, we will ALWAYS pick us."

Millie chimed in again. "No matter what happens, we are getting home to our kids, even if it means we have to leave you, Loona, Wraith, or even Octavia to die. It's not like we want anythin' bad to go down, but that's what's gonna happen if it happens." Throughout their whole explanation, Blitz kept his dead serious look, not making any changes to it. Once they were done, Moxxie leaned back into his chair, looking like a weight had been thrown off his shoulders.

To their surprise, Blitz smiled and gave a nod. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you two. Honestly, I'd think you were shitty parents if you were just itching to throw your lives away for me. Loona and Octavia... they can handle themselves. But those kids... parents like you are one in a million, it won't be the same with anyone else."

Now Millie and Moxxie smiled. "Thank you for understanding, Blitz." the latter said.

"No, thank you for being great parents. And don't worry, if the time comes, and I mean IF cause I don't plan on dying on the job either, but if it does, I'll be yelling at you to leave me behind."

Little vent fic to get me over Sinsmas (I haven't even watched it yet and it's fucking me up lol). This took place in the HBAC, but this convo could happen in canon as well. And hey, if you're interested, check out the mainline HBAC series on my AO3!

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Soda runs the match over the rough grooves at the bottom of his two front teeth and promptly snaps it in half. "Shit! We're gonna run out of matches."

"Nuh uh, look. You're doin' it wrong." Dallas flicks a match along his eye tooth 'n doesn't get anythin' even close to a spark. "Fuck, I swear I've seen people do this."

"Wait, lemme try again." Dallas grabs the three remain' from the coffee table 'n passes one to Soda. He wiggles the head around 'n drags it over his molars 'n a flame sputters to life.

"Sodapop Patrick Curtis 'n Dallas Tucker Winston." Soda drops the match 'n starts at the sound of Darry's voice. They both dive for it 'n Dallas catches it, flame goin' out against the inside of his palm. He hisses but doesn't have time to inspect it before Darry snatches them both off the couch, roughly turnin' Dally's hand over to check the damages. Findin' nothin' but a bloomin' red mark he drops his arm, whackin' them both in the head.

"What the hell were you two doin'?" Soda grins 'n tosses his hair out of his eyes. He props his elbow on Dallas' shoulder 'n Dally hunches down a bit more so Soda doesn't have to stretch to reach.

"Nothin'." Dallas shrugs 'n Soda slides right off. He kicks Dallas in the shin 'n Dallas elbows him in the side in return. They both giggle until Darry pins them to the wall with a glare.

"Didn't know nothin' looked like playin' with matches nowadays. Someone should have filled me in." Darry scoffs dryly, rolls his eyes. "How old are you two?"

Soda grins again before scrunchin' up his brow 'n scratchin' his head, feignin' confusion. "Glory, Dallas, I clean forgot. You remember?"

Dallas smirks, tiltin' his head, 'n touchin' his tongue to his silver canine in thought. "You know I think I do it's-"

"Y'all are too-" Darry starts.

"-Too damn old!" Soda 'n Dallas finish for him 'n Soda howls, grabbin' Dallas' shirt 'n dissolvin' into laughter. Dallas grabs his elbow so they both don't hit the carpet, cacklin'.

"Y'all are worse than Pony." He smacks them both up the head again 'n Soda wails in mock indignation, doin' an impressive version of Pony's whine.

"Dally, you see how this hood treats his poor brothers?" Soda pouts at him from under honey lashes 'n Darry jabs a finger at him. He grabs Dallas 'n manhandles him into the kitchen, checkin' the temperature of the tap water before he shoves Dally's hand under it.

"Truly, Soda man, I've seen wild animals gentler." Dallas calls over his shoulder, tryin' 'n failin' to pull his hand back.

"Well, ain't that a funny coincidence." Darry flips the tap off 'n checks the burn again, releasin' him when he's sure it's not serious. "I've seen kid brothers stupider."

"Aw, Darry, y'know you love us." Soda grabs Dallas, pinchin' him by the chin 'n poutin' again. "How could you stay mad at us?" Dallas knocks Soda's head away with the heel of his hand 'n jumps on him.

Darry rolls his eyes 'n steps over the two of them howlin' on the kitchen tile. "Quite easily."

"Darrrr!" Soda jabs Dallas 'n the ribs 'n wriggles out from under him.

"Fine." Darry lets out an almighty sigh 'n shakes his head, reachin' over 'n snatchin' the last two matches off the coffee table. "But y'all are done fuckin' around with matches until you can act like you got any damn brains in your skulls."

"Hey, that ain't fair," Dallas takes Soda's hand 'n hauls himself off the kitchen floor. "How the hell am I meant to smoke?"

Darry smiles for the first time that afternoon. "Maybe if you put your fool heads together you can get one spark a sense between the two of you."

"Well, a course!" 'N before anyone can stop him Soda grins with every tooth in his mouth, grabs Dallas by the back of the neck 'n cracks their heads together.

[mephinomaly]

[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 8

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Rei: Well, whatever. If there’s nothin’ we can do, should we leave the “vampires” alone then?

Koga: No. Hasumi-senpai has prohibited anyone from enterin’ this livehouse if they haven’t applied to the student council and received approval for their unit.

Don’t really get it but, if you break the rules you’re gonna get punished, so.

But the “vampires” are just gonna ignore that ‘n keep on causin’ havoc.

Hasumi-senpai was sayin’ somethin’ about settin’ up a DreFes so we can put an end to those guys once ‘n for all.

That’s why I’m out here practicin’.

Rei: A Drefes… Is it like a live showdown? Doesn’t really sound dream-like.

Koga: Even if the DreFes takes place ‘n we win, what happens next?

Are the rotted idols at our school gonna suddenly have a moment of introspection ‘n say “from this point forward, I’m going to take my idol activities seriously!”?

Rei: That’s the plan, I guess. A rotted corpse can’t become a living human again though.

But. The DreFes is part of school regulations. From what I’ve seen, rules say that if they keep losin’ they’ll be disqualified from bein’ idols.

Their grades get worse ‘n worse, and since they’re not fit t’be a student at our school anymore, they’ll be suspended or expelled.

Bouzu’s just tryna find an excuse t’exile the delinquents, or “vampires” from school.

Koga: Nn, that’s still kinda a roundabout way of doin’ things… Can’t he just use the very fact that they are delinquents to kick ‘em out? That’s bad enough on its own.

Not much point in him goin’ out of his way t’set up a live showdown.

Rei: There’s a high percentage of Yumenosaki students, especially those on the idol course, that come from respectable families. That includes me.

That’s why the schools been turnin’ a blind eye to all their misconduct.

The entire industry is on the decline, and strugglin’ Yumenosaki needs nutrients to survive– needs money to survive.

No matter how irritatin’ and rowdy they are, it’s not as simple as just throwin’ them out.

That’s Yumenosaki’s fatal flaw. No matter how sick it is, ‘n how much it’s hurtin’, it’s not as simple as just removin’ the defective organs.

On the flip side, the schools been desperately tryna cover up any student scandals ‘n protect them from it.

That’s why the “vampires” are still out here, enjoyin’ their youth. So, what do you think? Pretty revolting story, right?

Koga: I guess… Is money really everythin’? Adults always say that it is.

Is money more important than justice? There’s people out there who have been brought t’tears ‘cos of those delinquents, there’s people who feel like shit even though they haven’t done anything wrong.

Why do people who do bad things laugh ‘n point fun at people who do good things?

It’s weird, Sakuma-senpai.

Rei: Yeah. You realise with age that that’s just how the world is, and you learn to ignore it.

So, if you can, help Bouzu to get rid of these delinquents like he’s planned.

Koga: Th-then, you’ve got to take part too! If Sakuma-senpai is on our side, we’ll have the strength of a hundred people!

Let’s do this! Let’s defeat the delinquents with our music!

Rei: Hm~... When you ask me like that, I go all weak.

Ahaha. I don’t think there’s a fix for this sort of thing…maybe I’ve got an incurable disease.

Koga: Y-you’re sick Sakuma-senpai? Then don’t force yourself t’do anythin’...?

Rei: Don’t worry, it’s more of a mental problem.

Right then. Take me t’where Bouzu is, so I can help him too.

I’ll stand on stage.

Koga: Hah! Fuck yes~! If you’re on our side, we won’t lose to anyone ♪

Rei: But. I’m not the type t’break my promises, so I can’t be on the same side as Bouzu who beat me in the Deadmanz live.

That’s why I can’t stand on the stage as his ally. If I do show up, I’ll be in a different unit to him. That’s the only way I’ll perform.

So. If you’re gonna stand on the stage, you gotta pick. Me or him, Oogami Koga-kun.

Koga: That’s, I’m… This ain’t the time to be stubborn. We should band together so we can defeat those delinquents ‘n then—

Rei: Nope~, no can do. This ain’t some heartwarmin’ story. I’m not breakin’ my promise. Not again.

A promise was made. And he lost.

We’ve said our goodbyes. Our paths will never cross again. We will never stand on the same stage again, with the same goals in mind.

Koga: ...

Rei: Yet I stood with him! We have performed together countless times! I'm sorry about how rash I was back then…!

Koga: True. And in the end, I chose t’stand with you, Sakuma-senpai.

Rei: It feels as if Hasumi-kun bestowed you upon me. He was serious, so I couldn’t break my promise.

He said that since he had formed a new unit, AKATSUKI, and per the rules, could not belong to more than one unit at a time.

In the end, Hasumi-kun acted as a supporting figure, working behind the scenes whilst we fought on the front lines to vanquish the delinquents.

[ ☆ ]

Chapter 7

Chapter 9

[engiewife]

Hello.🙂

cheer bear🌈, good luck bear🍀 & love-a-lot-bear💞?

Hey!

Thanks fer the ask

cheer bear 🌈 - how do you cheer s/i up when they're feeling down? are you more likely to want to solve their problem, or help them feel out the negative feelings?

I’m like the best at cheering Nick up! And I know too cause that guy tends to get like all sad a lot. I usually just cheer him up by being around ‘im, he always tells me my presence alone calms him down. Such a good boyfriend, aren’t I? Without even tryin’, tellin’ ya! Though on the rare occasion that doesn’t work, I usually just drag him to my room, so we can listen to some records ya know? He’s the only reason I have that damn Sinatra mixed in my Tom Jones records.

I’m more of a solvin’ type of guy, well if the solvin’ is bashing anyone who upset him’s skull in.

good luck bear 🍀 - who's more of an optimist -- you, or s/i?

Yeah so Nick’s more of a “expect the worst” type of guy, me personally it is what it is, whatever happens happens. Nick’s the type to where you take him out to eat and he acts like the worst that could happen is the damn world exploding.

I don’t know I like to look a bit on the brighter side, while Nick’s whinin’ that RED’s gonna kick our ass I’m confident that we gonna wipe the floor with ‘em and hey I mean I’m right sometimes

love-a-lot bear 💞 - what moment made you realize that s/i was "the one"? be as detailed or vague as you want!

He joined BLU a little after me, I remember the first day met him short little guy almost killin’ himself from the recoil of a shotgun, laughed my damn ass off.

After that I just kinda realized I liked bein’ around ‘im, I had never been into any guy before so I didn’t think anythin’ of it, ya know? I thought it was just cause he was a bit goofy lookin’, ya know someone to laugh at when I’m bored. Then that fuckin’ Spy got onto Nick about somethin’ one day, and I’m usually pissed off when Spy gets on his stuff but him doin’ it to Nick just seemed to tick me off even more. I don’t know I guess that’s when I realized I wanted to do a lot for that guy kinda just went off from there. Realized I wanted this goofy lookin’ little guy.

Thanks fer the ask ;)

[direwombat]

it's like some kind of wednesday in here (+ a bonus WIP music wednesday because I'm late)

tagged by @g0dspeeed, @adelaidedrubman, @gaeadene, and @socially-awkward-skeleton (or pseudo tagged anyway <3) for another wednesday

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here's the bit of dialogue right before syb does some dumb shit (surrendering herself to John)

“Chosen chopper incoming. Want me to shoot ‘er down?”

She shakes her head even though she knows he can’t see her. “Don’t,” she says. “They’re here for me.”

“Uh…I ain’t followin’.”

“I made a deal with John,” she explains. “Myself in exchange for your and Kim’s safety.”

“What!?” Nick exclaims. “You’re just handin’ yourself over to him?”

“I ain’t happy ‘bout it either, but I ain’t got much choice,” she says. “John’s just gonna keep throwin’ his men at us til one or both of us ends up dead. Least if I do this, you n’ Kim can pack your bags and get to Falls End before he decides to go back on his word.”

Besides, the sooner she knows where he’s keeping Joey, the sooner she can figure out how to bust her free. 

Then she can go looking for her brother. 

“Look. Just trust me, okay? I know what I’m doin’.” 

She hopes she sounds more confident than she feels. 

“If you say so,” Nick answers, but she can hear the reluctance in his voice. 

“Just get your ass back on the ground and go to your wife. Let me handle the rest.” And with that, she tunes into the Falls End frequency. “Grace, you copy?”

The few moments it takes for her to respond drags on for an eternity, but finally, she answers. “Yeah, I’m here.”

Sybille breathes a sigh of relief. “Great. Listen, I need you to get to Nick’s airstrip ASAP.”

“What’s goin’ on? You need backup?”

“Kinda,” she answers. Poking her head out from behind her cover, she glances at the Peggies awkwardly idling on the airstrip. One of them happens to meet her gaze and she hesitantly gives the man a wave. Puzzled, he waves back, and then she disappears back behind the bar. “Told John I’d surrender if he left Nick and Kim alone.”

“And why would you do something stupid like that?” Grace asks.

Sybille sighs and drags her hand down her face. “Was either that or risk Kim gettin’ shot,” she says. “Look, I ain’t trust a single word that comes outta that snake’s mouth, so if you could come down and make sure he doesn’t try anythin’ once he’s got me, that’d be great.”

“And if he does?”

“Then you get Nick and Kim outta here,” she says bluntly. “Don’t care where you take ‘em. Just make sure they’re safe.”

“And what about you?”

She sighs again. “Don’t worry ‘bout me,” she says. “I’ll be fine.” 

Grace is quiet for a long time, and there’s a brief moment where Sybille worries that she might refuse her request. But then her voice comes crackling through the radio once more. “You remember when I called you crazy?”

Sybille laughs. “Which time?” she asks.

“Don’t matter,” Grace answers. “I take it back. You’re fuckin’ insane.”

Her smile widens. “So you’ll be here?”

“I'm on my way,” Grace says reluctantly. In the background, Sybille can hear the roar of an ATV coming to life.

The tension in Sybille’s shoulders immediately relaxes and she closes her eyes, leaning her head back to rest it against the wood paneling of the bar. “I owe you,” she says.

“Damn right you do,” Grace grunts. “Oh, and Dep?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t get dead.”

“Copy that,” she smiles. “See you on the other side.”

WIP MUSIC WEDNESDAY

been trying to get myself into the john seed mindset so here's a song (my ethel cain katc epiphanies earlier this evening aside) that's been helping me as i struggle to write him lmao

Listen up all you beggars, you liars and you thieves I'm about to bring you something that's gonna take you to your knees And you know that I could never let you down Oh when you feel the might and you hear that old soul sound

You've been waiting on the wind You've been waiting on the winds of change to blow your sails into the night Oh but all you do is sit and cry

You got to go down to the river and wash your soul clean You got to go down to the river and wash your soul clean Ooh down to the river and wash your soul clean You got to go down to the river and wash your soul clean

What you want (Down to the river) You ain't got (And wash your soul clean) What you got is all that you need