#istg they could very well have blood on their hands

[mikodrawnnarratives]

Everytime I think I've calmed down about Jinx's ending I get reminded how infuriated I am by it

[nana-gumi]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR ANGST SM, WELL WRITTEN ISTG!! as one of my favorite angst writer, i had this idea in my mind for a long time. imagine you found out that you're 12 weeks pregnant and you were too excited to surprise satoru about it but when he came home, he broke the news that he got his ex pregnant. he was cheating and the surprise slipped out of your mind and you got angry at him and led into an argument... YOU CAN CONTINUE IF YOU WANT. I REALLY WANT TO SEE HOW OR WHAT ENDING YOU'LL WRITE. and also, make it a very very angst 😋

anyway, don't be a stranger g.satoru

pairings: gojo satoru x fem! reader

cw: heavy angst, infidelity, pregnancy, illness, mentions of death, cremation, as usual not proofread hehe

a/n: YOU ASKED FOR THIS OKAY?? anyways, happy reading :p

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it was positive.

the moment you saw two red lines from the pregnancy test you bought, you didn't know what to feel at first, you were in disbelief so you tried it for the second, and third time, but the results did not change at all so you took this as a cue to visit a doctor, and there was no doubt in it, it was revealed that you were 12 weeks pregnant.

how should you tell your husband? satoru was barely home from his work after all. you knew how hard it is to be a new company's head so you understand him.

and so you dialed satoru's number as you nervously bit your bottom lip. he answered at the fifth ring.

"hello?"

"satoru–" you paused, and a small smile made its way on your lips. "can you come home, tonight? are you busy?"

"uh, not really." he sounded unsure but you didn't even noticed it on how excited you were.

"can you come home tonight, please?" you repeated.

"alright." he said as you heard him sigh from the other line "i– wanted to tell you something." he said and satoru's tone was unrecognizable, it was like his voice was slightly shaking.

"okay?" you worriedly said. "see you later, satoru. i love youuu."

"mhm, i love you too."

-

if someone would see you right now, they would, in an instant, notice that you were celebrating something special. you sure were prepared for satoru's return, you even wore nice dress and a cardigan as you await for his arrival.

and here he comes.

satoru enters the door and saw you approaching him.

"welcome home." you said as you leaned your face his chest followed by a kiss on his cheek. it was unusual on how he didn't return your advances as he walked past you.

his gloomy approach was affecting you as you placed a concerning hand on his shoulder, the surprise you prepared for him suddenly slipping out of your mind.

"what's wrong, honey?" you asked as you felt him tense up.

"you know i love you, right?" he said, and you thought you've read those words from a book before. you just hoped that the words he would say next wouldn't hurt you as much as the words on the book did.

you hummed in response as satoru turned to face you.

"i'm really sorry, my love. please forgive me."

"satoru, what's wrong? why are you– i'm scared." you said as satoru face palmed, his own body giving up as he was forced to sit down on the couch as he opened his mouth to speak and..

what was he saying? you sure you've heard it but, it sounds muffled when it entered your ears.

"i'm so sorry." he said as he stood up, embracing you as tight as he could so you wouldn't have a chance to step away from him.

"how long?" you muttered and satoru wasn't familiar with the tone of your voice. he didn't respond and it made your blood boil as you pushed him. "i asked how long!" you yelled.

"4 months."

"4 months?! 4 fucking months and you're just informing me about it right now? is that why you're not always home?!" you were screaming at this point and satoru tried to reach for your hand but you were quick to draw back.

"i already cut off ties with her! please believe me."

"satoru, you got someone pregnant! do you want the child to grow up without a father?" you exclaimed as you released a heavy sigh.

"it was just a mistake, we were drunk." satoru said as he embraced you.

-

"are you sure you'd let me attend the reunion?"

"yup, why? don't you want to?" you said as you fixed his tie.

"my ex is going to be there, though." he said and out of all the reactions he could get from you, he didn't expect you to smile at him as you pinch his nose.

"i trust you, satoru. i already did the moment we exchanged vows."

-

satoru was sure that the trust you had for him was already gone by now.

"take responsibility, satoru." you said as you push him by his chest.

"i love you so so so much, (name). please, i can't live without you."

"satoru, you can't just have me around while raising a child with another woman! what would people say?"

"like i told you, i already cut off ties with her."

"i know how it feels to grow up without a father, satoru." you mumbled as you look down on the ground. "it'll be fine. i'll manage, somehow."

"no–"

"why are you being stubborn!"

"you're being selfish!" he exclaimed as you gasp in surprise. selfish? you? how could he say that.

"you'll thank me someday, satoru." you mumbled.

"(name), please.."

"satoru. understand the situation." you weren't screaming anymore and.. why was he crying?

satoru took your hand on his as he placed it on his cheek and leaned on it, his tears stopping on your fingers and, you couldn't help but tear up as well.

"it'll be fine." you mumbled, voice breaking as you closed your eyes.

"i swear with all of my heart, that i love love love you. i'm sorry, forgive me. i didn't have enough courage to tell you sooner, because i was scared that it'll end up, like how it is now."

"it'll eventually come, you can't hide it from me forever, y'know." the storm was starting to calm as both of you spoke with hushed tones. "now go."

"let's talk about this one more time, please?" he mumbled as you slowly removed his hand on yours.

"then tell me, 'toru. what's there left for us to talk about?" you asked and satoru was, unfortunately quiet. "there's nothing, right?"

"love, please. i'm so sorry."

"what's done is done, satoru. we couldn't possibly go back in time and fix everything, right?"

"please." he whispered, hoping for something that he, himself doesn't even know what.

"i won't hate you for this, satoru. it's just– i hope you told me sooner."

"i'm so sorry. i'm grateful to have you as my wife, i'm sorry if i couldn't treat you like how you deserve it."

he really didn't deserve you. you were so understanding that satoru couldn't even look at you in the eyes.

"i'll say it as many times as i could. i love you. i didn't regret marrying you." he said as he cupped your tear stained cheeks and leaned his forehead on yours. "i don't really deserve you." satoru leaned in, kissing you and kissed back because both of you knew that, it was for the last time.

satoru left your apartment after settling things out. you fell on the couch as you felt something on the pocket of your cardigan.

"fuck." you muttered as you laughed bitterly, clutching the results in your hand, placing it close to your chest. you forgot the surprise and now that satoru have made up his mind, you knew there was no point on telling him anymore. grow up without a father, huh? now you're the one to talk.

a week has passed.

"hey." he acknowledged as he sat beside you inside the court.

"hey." you responded as you fiddle with your fingers. a gesture satoru noticed when you're uncomfortable. were you uncomfortable around him?

"how have you been?"

"i don't know." you said as satoru went silent.

"are you okay? let's stop this divorce if you–?"

"no, i just don't feel well."

"you can still change minds, y'know." satoru mumbled, anxiously tapping his feet on the floor.

should you tell him? it was a chance, the only chance left before you and satoru have to separate ways. but as you recalled it, he mentioned that his supposed to be ex was 4 months pregnant and you were just on you were just on 12 weeks, equivalent to more or less than 2 months. it was her advantage.

"it'll be fine." you said as you sighed.

"you always say that."

-

"so, this is it?" you said as you stand across each other and satoru looked to his side and he was caught off guard when he felt you hold his hand, he took note of your cold hands.

you placed the wedding ring on his palms as you forced to close it.

"no." he said as he placed it back on you after removing his own ring. "i want you to keep it. for us." he said.

"okay." you said, turning around as you placed his ring and yours inside your bag.

"(name)." he called as you looked back. "i'm sorry i broke my promise, to have a happy family with you." he said and you wanted to tear up but you reminded yourself that it's not the right time to as you smiled at him.

"find me in another life then we can have a happy family there." you joked as both of you laughed.

is it normal to be like this with each other as if satoru hadn't just got his ex pregnant? as if both of you just haven't came out of the court after signing the divorce papers?

"i'll come and visit when i can." he said, and you hoped he would keep his words this time.

"okay."

"for the last time. i love you." you do too, but this time, you didn't say it back anymore.

"don't you think sanyu is a good name for our child?" satoru said as you look up at him.

"do you want to have one?"

"i'd love to have a happy family with you."

"is that so? but why sanyu?"

"sanyu means happiness. it means we are happy that we have him." he said as you chuckled in response.

"and how are you so sure that it would be a boy?"

"instincts."

-

his instincts was right. you had a son with him and you named him sanyu.

unfortunately, when sanyu turned a year of age, it was found that he had a very weak heart. there wasn't a day where you and your son doesn't visit a hospital. he was just a kid but they already wanted to take him away from you.

"mama." sanyu called. there were a lot of tubes that was connecting his body and it hurts to see your son suffer like this. you always hoped that it was you suffering instead of sanyu.

"yes?" you responded as you sat on the nearby chair.

"papa? where?" he curiously asked and your heart couldn't hurt more. you were lying to your child all this time, that his father was not around because of his job. you'll have to explain it to him when he grows up though.

you held sanyu's hand on yours as you softly caress it.

"papa's not here. he's very very busy!" you said as sanyu frowned. "don't worry, papa will see you soon, okay?"

"okay. love love mama, papa."

-

you bit your bottom lip as you stared at your contacts. your eyes switching from the phone to the surroundings as you slowly became anxious.

his contact was still in your emergency. you took a deep breath but in the end, you just couldn't dial his number, proceeding to call the person below his contact as you place the speaker close to your ear.

"hello?" you said as you heard a small gasp from the other side of the phone.

"hey, how are you? we haven't seen you since."

"i'm doing fine, thank you for asking, geto."

"what's the matter? why'd you call all of the sudden?"

"satoru." you said as you paused, gathering some courage left in you. "um, how is he?"

"well– he's doing good."

"he is, huh?" you mumbled. "can i ask you a favor, please?"

"of course. is it about satoru?"

"kind of?"

"alright, but satoru's a very busy man now, that's why it's gonna be hard to contact him these days."

oh.

"don't worry, it's not about that. can you– can you come here at the hospital? i'll send you the address and explain it to you later."

-

suguru arrived earlier than you expected it to.

"i'm sorry for calling out of the blue." you said as you approached him on the front desk.

"it's fine." suguru said as he shrugged. "why here at the hospital? are you sick?"

"i'm not. come, follow me." you said and suguru silently obliged as you finally stopped at a certain door. suguru noticed your discomfort as you slowly opened the door.

"mama!"

"hi baby. i brought someone." you said as you approached your son.

"what?" suguru mumbled in disbelief and he was left frozen on the door, his eyes widening. it was like a child version of satoru was infront of him.

"papa?" sanyu asked as he tilted his head to the side.

"i'm sorry, sanyu. i can only bring papa's friend." you said, your heart aching as your son frowned.

"sanyu?" suguru asked as he approached the two of you.

"i'm sanyu!" your son exclaimed and once again, suguru could only sigh in disbelief.

-

"how old is sanyu?" suguru asked when both of you left the room to grab a drink outside.

"he's 4 years old."

"does satoru know?"

"no."

"then tell him." easier said than done.

"you know i can't." you mumbled. "the favor–" you said as you faced suguru. "can you tell sanyu about his father? i just couldn't.." you mumbled as you played the can of the drink with your thumb.

"alright." suguru said and you smiled at him in return.

"thank you so much. it's just.. the doctors said he doesn't have enough time to–" you paused as you wiped your tears with your sleeves. "sorry for asking you this, geto. you are the closest to satoru, that's why."

"i understand, don't worry about it too much."

"i just couldn't tell satoru. i want sanyu to know what he wants to know. i couldn't tell him because i'm scared that i'll tear up once i mention his father to him. they said sanyu's running out of time.. i don't know– i'll just have to accept it nonetheless." suguru looked at you in pity as he embraced you.

"don't think about it, okay? sanyu will live and so satoru will know about it. i'll help you with it, 'kay?"

"okay, thank you.."

-

"you look like your papa."

"really?!" sanyu exclaimed happily as suguru hummed in response. "mama said papa is busy.."

"it's true, that's why i am here to tell you about your papa." sanyu looked at suguru hesitantly as he proceeded to ask a question.

"hmm.. is my papa good?" sanyu asked as suguru looked at you.

"he is. and he loves your mama so much."

"then why is he always busy?"

"sanyu." you called him, indicating to not ask those type of questions as he frowned.

and so sanyu asked a lot of things about his papa like what's his favorite color, favorite food, what he hates the most and many more, and you were thankful that suguru was there to answer it all when you couldn't.

-

"thank you, geto. i somehow feel at ease now."

"why don't you tell satoru about this?" suguru said as you started to zone out. should you? or should you not?

part of you believes that satoru has the right to know but part of you doubts it. satoru have a family now, a family without you. how would people think if they found out the owner of the famous company has a son from another woman?

you were once married to satoru, it was a mistake to let him take responsibility of his ex' pregnancy but, she was already at her 4 months of pregnancy while you're on your 12 weeks, she's clearly at the advantage.

"i'll try." you said as you embraced yourself for warmth.

"he's free around this time every thursdays." suguru said and you only nodded at his words.

satoru was on his way to his office and he thought he caught a glimpse of you and, he wasn't wrong, it was really you.

"(name)?" you were startled at the voice as you placed your phone behind you.

"gojo–"

"i hate it when you call me that. call me satoru." he said, frowning at you as you laughed nervously. "you look tired. what's–"

get straight to the point.

"are you busy?" you asked, cutting him off.

"well.." he placed his palm on his nape as he looked behind your shoulders.

"dad!" a voice called as a kid you haven't saw in your life appeared beside him. "what's taking you so long? mom's waiting."

"i'm sorry (name)."

"no, it's fine." you said, smiling at him and satoru knew better than anyone that your smile was forced.

"who's she, dad?" the kid asked. this must be satoru's child.

"an old friend, sanyu." satoru said as he looked at you and he wonders what made you look surprised. "go ahead first, i'll follow after you." he said as his son started to walk away.

"sanyu, huh?" you said as you looked behind his son's retreating figure.

"yeah. sorry about that." satoru said.

"why?"

"i don't know. but it was supposed to be our son's name."

"that's all in the past now." you didn't mean to sound harsh but something just hurts.

"right."

"i'll take my leave then." you said, every step you take makes your heart ache as an apology for you son slipped out of your mind.

"(name)." he called once again as you stopped in your tracks but you didn't face him.

"you were right when you said i'll thank you someday." he mumbled and you knew very well that he was smiling as you gulped the lump in your throat. "so thank you. i am the happiest father, ever. even if–" he paused and you didn't respond. it was like he was rubbing a salt in your wound as you heard him sigh. "see you then." he said as you felt his hand on your shoulder for a moment before his footsteps disappeared, and then you took your leave after, going back to your son, who was waiting for your arrival.

but, why was this happening to you? of all people?

"hold onto mama's hand, mhm?"

"mama, sorry."

"mama's sorry too, i promised that you'll see papa but–" sanyu shake his head, something like disagreeing to your apologies.

"it's okay, mama." sanyu mumbled, the sound of the monitor beeping slowing down as you hold onto his hand tight. this happened before already, he will get back to normal soon, you were sure.

"mama loves sanyu, papa too. always remember that, okay?"

-

"hey (name)!" suguru called from the distance as he approached you. "what are you doing outside? oh by the way, i was wondering if i can bring shoko too? she would be delighted to see a carbon copy of satoru." suguru chuckled but he noticed that you were quiet, your hand was between your thighs as you stare at the ground.

the door opening caught your attention as the doctor came out after what it seemed like a year as he slowly shake his head left to right.

"i'm sorry ms. (name) but your son didn't make it."

"but you said he'll be fine! i am paying enough why couldn't you–!"

"i'm very sorry. we already did what we can." you were about to start an argument when you felt a hand on your shoulders and the doctor bowed at you before leaving.

and it all came crashing down as your body lost its strength, unintentionally leaning on someone, which was suguru.

"what am i supposed to do now?" you asked, the emotions you've been keeping all this time was starting to go out, all at once. "sanyu's all i have." you didn't even care if people watch as they walk pass by. "what should i do now, satoru?" you mumbled, voice breaking as you call the name of the person that wasn't even around.

-

"my condolences, (name)." suguru had managed to calm you down as he handed you a bottled water and sat beside you.

"i've decided to cremate sanyu. it hurts but it'll be for the best so.. so i could keep him near me." you said.

"i'll support your decision but i think you should tell satoru about it."

"no." you said, your tone was strict but it was quick to dissipate as you clutched the bottle in your hand. "i went to his workplace yesterday."

"what happened?" suguru asked.

"his son's name is sanyu too. i'm guessing you know it?" you asked as his breath hitched silenty.

"yeah." he mumbled.

"well, it was the name he wanted when we were still planning." you mumbled as you smiled at the memory. "geto, i trust you not to tell anyone about this. it's just you and me who know this, okay?"

"i'm sorry but–" suguru paused. "i told shoko about it." you were surprised at first as you sighed at him.

"it's fine. i trust shoko too."

"yeah, sorry about that but– i was really hoping that you tell satoru about it because–"

"there's no need. thank you for telling my child everything he wanted to know, geto. i owe you."

"listen–"

"geto, as much as i am thankful for you, please understand that i don't want to hear things regarding satoru anymore." you said as suguru nods in response, feeling bad for pushing you when your still mourning for your lost and now that you had lost your only strength to continue living, what should you do now?

[lokidjarin-7567]

Day 14: Threesome

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock x You

Contents: fem!reader x Frank Castle (The Punisher x Matt Murdock , FMM threesome

W/C: 2.4k

So… it’s been a while. I’ve been super busy and I’ve had awful writers block I’m sorry guys, but istg I will get this Kinktober done if it’s the last thing I do. But I made this one nice and long and slutty to make up for it!! I love Frank and Matt and hopefully yall do too <3

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“Fuck.. Frank,” you whined, eyes rolling back into your head with how far inside he was hitting you, how thick he felt.

“What is it, baby, you want me to go harder?” You whimpered in response, desperate for more but not even being able to speak, already winded from his relentless pace. “Go on, baby, let him hear you.” It dawned on you then - he could hear you. Your bedroom was adjoining the guest room where Matt was sleeping, and with his sense, there was no doubt that he could hear everything…

Oh God, he could hear everything…

You did your very best to keep quiet, even as he rubbed you clit, and somehow pressed himself further into you. You even tried to hold you breath, your pants, but even if you somehow managed that, he would still hear your heartbeat, or the filthy noises Frank was making every time his body met yours.

“Let him hear you.” He repeated, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “You hear that, Red.” He spoke with a challenging tone, quiet, sure, but loud enough for Matt to hear, and the thought made you shudder, pussy fluttering around him. “I know you want her too, don’t you? It’s pretty damn obvious…” It was a taunt, blatant and outright, one that you were sure Matt wouldn’t respond to. But then you heard movement in the room next to you. Frank’s finger moved to your lips, sealing them shut with one thick fidget across your cupids bow. He burrowed himself into you, pressing deep and holding himself inside, letting you whine between closed lips. Matt’s footsteps were audible in the next room, even over the blood rushing in your head. He was pacing back and forth. Deliberating. Frank’s finger then left your mouth, trailing down your body to your clit and pressing small circles around it as his cock still filled you. You whimpered, legs shaking as he continued to keep you close to your edge.

“Reddd,” he cooed, desperately trying to goad him with that stupid nickname, “she’s close…”

Surely he wouldn’t actually join you. Of course, Frank wasn’t exactly wrong. You’d noticed the way his head cocked when you spoke, the way he stood close to you when you were working together, as though guarding you. The way he seemed almost dejected when Frank kissed you, or put his arm around you in protection.

You had noticed it most obviously today. You and Frank had finally found the ring of traffickers you had been tracing for weeks, and of course, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen wasn’t far behind. It had been happening more frequently - running into each other out in the city - and the first few times, Matt and Frank had tried to out-testosterone each other, as though claiming their territory. It took a while, but eventually, you had helped them see how much better they worked together.

And today was no different. It was a matter of minutes until they were all incapacitated and the police were called, and not the corrupt ones, as Matt assured you consistently. Frank was more of a take-justice-into-your-own-hands kind of vigilante, which you didn’t mind. For the most part, you even agreed with him. ‘Dead men don’t rape’ had been your mantra since you were thirteen. But it was refreshing not always having to spill blood. Well, not as much as usual anyway.

The problem was, Matt had been badly hurt. You hadn’t even noticed until he collapsed onto the tarmac, blood gushing from his side, and a nasty welt blooming on his cheek. You were panicking quickly. He usually didn't show when he got hurt. You’d seen his entire back sliced open and he still managed to fight, but now, he could barely walk, and there was no chance he was making it all the way to his home. You begged Frank to let you bring him to your apartment and patch him up. Matt argued weakly, barely able to form coherent sentences, but Frank quickly caught on to your distress, telling him to stop moaning and that it this happening whether he liked it or not.

The three of you managed to stumble home, practically carrying Matt up the stairs to your lousy place. You settled him on the couch before grabbing the first-aid kit you had made up as soon as you and Frank had started this vigilante… thing - you weren’t even sure what to call it really.

“Sorry…” you muttered quietly, as you tried to ascertain where the blood was coming from. He winced as your fingers grazed over his side. “I can’t see where this…” You were quiet, mumbling as you tried to cover up your awkwardness. You needed to take his suit off, but even if he was bleeding, you didn’t quite feel comfortable just undressing him.

“Let me have a look.” Frank said, placing three glances of whiskey on the table. Matt had gotten your subtle hint and started to unstrap his body armour as Frank settled next to him. It turned out to be a stab wound, along with a nasty gash that stretched down his side, shallower than it initially looked though.

“This is gonna hurt, Red..” he muttered, grabbing the antiseptic and bandages. You sat of the edge of the coffee table, grabbing a wipe to clean the small wound on his face, hoping to provide distraction. As soon as Frank started, he hissed in pain, hand shooting out to your thigh and grabbing hard. You had tried your best not to noticed, but you couldn’t help but glanced down at his bare torso as you continued to carefully blot at the cut on his cheek, watching the way his muscles flexed in pain, and the rise and fall of his chest with each steading breath he took. You blushed lightly as you continued to work, but you could feel Frank glancing at you.

He wasn’t insecure in the slightest. And your relationship was very much an open one - with your histories and professions, it would be stupid not to be. But he had never seen it in real life: the look you usually gave him being aimed towards somebody else.

And now you were here, under his strong body, trying not to climax too early and listening intently for the slightest hint that Matt was going to respond to his taunt.

And then he did. You could hear footsteps quickening, then pausing right outside the door, a soft curse muttered under his breath. You whimpered in disappointment, frustration building as Frank fucked into you hard and his fingers moved faster against your aching core.

“Fuck, Matt, are you coming in or not?” You whined it quietly, cautiously. Just loud enough that he could hear, but just quiet enough that you all had plausible deniability if he changed his mind. Luckily for you, he hadn’t.

The door flew open and he strode to you urgently, pressing his lips against yours with fervor. The first taste of him was overwhelming—something you'd wanted for so long, finally happening, and it was better than you could have hoped. You could only imagine how he felt in that moment, his groan of relief and passion falling into your mouth. Your hand flew to his hair, fingertips running through the soft locks. His hand cupped your chin then traced lower, forming a delicate cage around your neck, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against the sensitive skin there. You whined against his lips, your hips bucking into Frank uncontrollably. He had been watching the two of you with a dark look on his face, buried to the hilt inside you. It suited him. He was possessive but not jealous, protective but not obsessive—a perfect middle ground that he thrived in.

His thrusts deepened, and you let out a yelp at the sudden increase of pressure. Matt smiled. His fingers moved from your neck, trailing down your collarbone and lower until he was circling your nipple. He barely touched you, light as air, yet the sensation was dizzying. He started to increase the pressure until he was ready, and then he pinched, just hard enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your head. Paired with the way Frank was fucking you, his thumb still circling your clit, it wasn't long before you were coming undone. White hot pleasure overwhelmed your senses, muscles locking and shaking under their expert touches. You tried to moan, the guttural sound escaping you, but Matt’s mouth swallowed it.

“That’s it baby…” Frank crooned, still fucking you through it. “Atta girl.”

It was a while before you could breath again, body still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you barely had time to recover before you were being moved. You just about registered when your body hit Frank’s solid form, his arms wrapping around you as he tried to manhandle you into position, whispering sweet instructions in your ear.

“You’ve got another round in you, don’t you gorgeous? That’s it, good girl, on your hands and knees for us… give Red a chance to feel that pretty pussy of yours.” You were exhausted, totally fucked out, but when you felt Matt’s hands slide up the back of your thighs, onto your back and hips, as though trying to commit the very shape of you to his memory, you could feel yourself getting wet again. You nodded, smiling up at Frank through half lidded eyes and settling into position, arching your back for the gorgeous man behind you. You glanced back to see him, now stripped naked, his arms flexing as he gripped your hips tight, a low groan escaping his lips. A hand fell to your chin, pulling your attention back to the man in front of you, thumb smearing across your lips then into your mouth. Reminding you who you belonged to. After all the flirting, the teasing, the fucking… you were his. However non-committal you were, however far away you were, whoever you were with, deep down you knew, you would always fall back into his arms.

A knowing smile flashed across his face. He knew it. As you knelt there, his thumb in your hot mouth, your back arched for another man but your eyes on him, he knew he had you.

And that was why he let Matt sink into you. You moaned around Frank’s thumb as he slowly pressed himself deep, feeling every inch of him as he controlled the pace with his fingers biting into your hips. You tried to buck backwards, to make him speed up, to just fuck you already, but he wouldn't let you, his strength keeping you exactly where he wanted you. When his hips finally met your ass, he let out a low growl, pressing his body to the back of yours, and Frank finally freed your mouth, allowing Matt to gather your hair in his hand and twist your head back to kiss you hungrily. His lips left yours, and you whined, but then the hand in your hair started guiding you down towards Frank’s waiting cock, thick and hard and leaking precum and you realised it had been his hand all along. Frank’s. You shouldn't be surprised. You knew he was always in control, and sex was no different.

As your ready mouth sank down onto his erection, he wasted no time bottoming out, pressing into your throat and letting you gag around him just as Matt started to move, dragging out of you with aching patience, then rutting back in. It only took a few thrusts before he was losing control, and his pace quickened, whines and pants and curses falling from his lips as his hips slapped against you. When Frank finally pulled you off him, you were gasping, but he didn't let you have much of a breather, just enough to ease the burning in your lungs a tiny bit. Tears were pricking in your eyes, but he soothed you with praises and pet names, and you knew you could take it. You would take anything he gave you. He pulled you off again, but this time, not enough to take even a full breath before he pressed himself completely into your throat. You had never taken so much before, nose pressing against the very base of him, and you could taste yourself on him, a realisation that made your cunt flutter around Matt, earning a groan. You swallowed around him, eager to please, and it was enough. He stuttered your name, pressing you just a touch deeper, before he came down your throat, and you swallowed quickly, not wanting to waste a single drop.

He finally released you when he was completely spent, letting your head fall to the bed as you desperately caught your breath. You couldn't relax for long though, as Frank scooped you up once more, shuffling forward as your body was flush with his, head lulling over his shoulder. This position meant Matt was fucking up into you, hitting a spot that made you whimper in pure ecstasy, so good you could do nothing but dig your nails into Frank’s back. He growled, hand trailing down your body to find your clit and gently circle, pressure so light you shouldn’t have felt a thing, but you were already so overstimulated, so pent up, and with the way Matt was reaching that perfect place, you were so close.

“There you go pretty girl… that's it baby come on his cock for me…” Frank’s words were the last thing you needed to push you over the edge and you cried out, pleasure so good it was almost painful, whole body squirming in his arms. Matt’s hips stuttered, and he bit down onto your shoulder to suppress his moan as he came inside you, hands still firmly gripping your hips and grinding into you.

Your mind was hazy when you were finally finished, completely melted in Frank’s arms, Matt’s cock still inside you.

“This isn't going to become a habit now, pretty boy. Don't get it twisted. It was only because you got stabbed.” Matt just chuckled, his body collapsing into yours and you felt his cheek against your shoulder, hot breath fanning across your upper arm.

“It was worth it.”

[malereadermaniac]

First move ~ Kit Connor x Male Reader

The two of you were in a talking stage, basically dancing on the line between friendly and flirting, so Kit makes the first move I'm quite proud of this ngl word count: 1k m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

The atmosphere was calm, it always was with your ginger, *very* close friend

But as calm and comforting as it may have been, tension always made the air feel thick

Romantic tension which was caused by the muscular arm around your waist and your head on his broad shoulders

The film may as well be background noise at this point

Your thoughts were full of ways you could subtly flirt with your very attractive friend who you defo didn't have a fat crush on

Thankfully, Kit was thinking along the same lines, ignoring the film completely and running ideas through his brain of how to somehow kiss you

Your brought out of your trance when Kit shifts slightly, making you aware of the uncomfortable position you've probably been keeping him in for the past half hour

"Oh shit sorry, Kit" you mumble as you sit up, facing the movie as it grabs your attention when some random line is blurted out

Kit remains quiet, regretting shifting in his spot

'Fucking dickhead. He moved now' Kit thinks, already somehow missing the electric touch you provided him with when you were resting on him

Kits slender, masculine fingers tighten around your waist, making up for the previously lost contact

God the atmosphere was suffocating, you wanted to just outright say "date me you dumbass" but you were too pussy to do something like that

As the movie went on, it grabbed your attention completely, so initially you failed to realise what Kit was doing

Which was intently staring at you

It didn't start as an intentional stare, Kit just initially went back to thinking if how to make the first move

His gaze shifting you your gorgeous face in the light of the TV due to his thoughts consisting of only you

His accidentally stared turned purposeful once the ginger remembered a TiKTok he saw

'Pov: when you watch a movie with a guy and notice him looking at you out of the corner of your eye'

He didn't get it at first, but Kit got immediate clarification after browsing the comments

'OMG AND YOU DONT WANNA TURN AROUND CAUSE THEYLL GO IN FIR A KISS ISTG MEN ARE ALL THE SAME.'

Now he knows that it's cliche, and that TikTok was making fun of men doing this

But the built ginger actually couldn't think of any other way of making a love on you

And trust me, he was desperate at this point to make a move on you

Kit has been crushing on you for as long as you had been on him, which was a long, long time

He couldn't allow this relationship(?) to result in only late night scenarios he would imagine to fall asleep

He was lost in his thoughts for a while, but all that time his head was turned to face you, his eyes fluttering between you lips and nose and eyes and chin and cheeks

Kit was broken out of his trance when you perked up - a result of you noticing Kit watching you instead of the movie

After cementing that Kit was indeed fully staring at you and you weren't imagining things, you start to feel blood rush to your cheeks, your posture straightening up perfectly

After 2 or 3 more minuets, you play it cool and turn to face your close, close friend

"You okay?" You ask him, tilting your head to the side with an inquisitive look

He fucking loved that look whenever you gave it him

Kit liked it when you looked confused or lost - which happened a lot, there's a reason he's the one who uses Google maps and not you

The ginger sits up from his laid back, man-spreading position, his hand still tight around your waist

He tugged on your waist, moving the two of you closer together

It was silent, still comfortable but the tension was fucking choking you to death

As Kit moved his smooth face closer to yours, you liked your lips nervously

You could feel his breathing on your face, warm air making you blush, hard

The ginger moved his soft yet large hand to your cheek, holding your head in his hand as his thumb stroked your cheek

Kit was fucking enamoured by you, you consumed his thoughts on the daily and this was him showing you

His eyes moved between your lips and looking deeply into your eyes, it was dark but you could see the passion and maybe even love in your friends eyes as he looked into yours

His long, veiny fingers brushed up through your hair and Kit gave you a look

One you understood perfectly - a look which turned you on when it was really the bare minimum

Kit asked if he could kiss you with that look, and after waiting for a year and a bit for this moment, you gave a short and sweet nod

Kit's lips are the next thing you know, and the only thing you know and can focus on for the next 3 and a half minuets

It was a soft kiss, his hand gently gripping your hair to guide you to the movement of his lips

He tried to push his tongue against your lips, asking for entrance, but when he felt your hand dart to his thigh and grip just a little tightly he knew to take that as a "not yet"

Kit could taste the chewing gum you had in moments ago, he always liked that about you - you always had gum in

He's bought the same gum as you, he's imagined this moment after putting a piece of it in his mouth - not admitting to himself that he wanted to 'taste' you

Once the two of you pulled away from each other, you breathlessly panted against Kit's face, that same spearmint smell making him feel tingly

The ginger smirked, looking fucking hot in the TV light

His grip tightened slightly around your waist and on your hair

"I like you ya know" he said, feigning charisma but god was it convincing

"Oh yeah? I'm not too convinced Kit-Kat, prove it to me some more?" You respond, looking up at Kit and smiling in a coy manner to tease the taller man

Fuck, there's another thing he liked about you to add to the list.

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Alright alright- Bear with me here. Could I perhaps ask for a Yandere LU Chain, where Reader is like HUGE adventurer. Kinda like Wild in his game, exploring everywhere and stuff. But one day maybe Reader gets hurt on an adventure by a black-blooded creature, and the Chain is bit too late to save them. So Reader is like Twilight for a bit, although maybe they can also recover due to the Chain likely supporting them as much if not more than with Twilight. How would the Chain react to this afterwards? Would they be relieved, angry, or...? Both? Tbh I think overprotectiveness would just go brrrr after this-

Also, love love LOVE your writing! Seriously, HOW DO YOU DO THIS MAGIC? It's put together so well and istg i get goosebumps sometimes from this stuff.

Thank you!!!

Thank you very much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy this very late reply!

Notes aka author ramblings: Apollo slapped me in the face with random energy and motivation to write this, the inspiration came along the way and faded a bit more towards the end, so please take that into consideration 😭

Basically I wrote this on the span of 2-3 hours

What may look like a few plot holes was some ties I left untied on purpose because I felt like it'd probably sound too much like an info dump in the oneshot

But I have so many thoughts

And yes reader's codename is Stray

I hope I'm not rusty fr

TWs: Light yanderism, blood and wounds (not graphic), mentioned spiders, bullying, childhood trauma and exclusion.

Yandere! LU! Chain x Reader

Stray at heart, collared in body.

The world is big and full of stuff, and to say that you loved to explore it would be an understatement. Sometimes it felt like your biggest love was for adventuring, cause’ of course it was! How could anyone not love to find new places, objects, people— Even animals and magical creatures!

It was the type of subject that got you rambling and all excited.

Of course, you weren't exactly one of those pure born hyruleans, you weren't even from Hyrule, for starters, so you lacked the elegant pointy ears, and, well, the actual magic and luck that came with being one so close to Hylia as the race that descended from the Goddess herself.

That definitely hindered your explorations, leaving you bare handed when it came to healing and all things good and helpful for explorers like you. Still, none of that ever stopped you.

Actually, it was the thing that moved you to start in the first place, back when you were very young.

Back then, in the village you came from yet never considered home, the whole place felt filled to the brim with boredom-inducing stillness — or so you remembered, and so your childish eyes told you — you felt like it wasn't worth staying there.

It was going to be still and empty of fun forever, you could never be happy staying locked down there when so many new and yet ancient things were waiting for you everywhere else!

Needless to say, your head was constantly in the clouds, though, maybe that was a good thing after a while. It certainly shielded you from feeling too lonely when you started to actually notice you were being excluded by the rest of the children.

The stares and quiet giggles weren't easy to bear, but you just learned to deal with them with time, keeping yourself focused on your future instead, the future you wanted to build far away from that place.

Of course, as you are now today, and after learning about and interacting with so many different cultures, learning what you could from their knowledge, some things stuck with you.

Like the knowledge that now you had, that the children weren't ever the ones at fault in the first place.

Their stares and giggles mainly mimicked, almost perfectly, the ones who teached them to act that way, their glares and mockery.

Sometimes you wondered how your own parents managed to cope with being badly spoken about in the mouths of other adults from that village, the ones who insisted in believing your restless adventurous spirit from such a young age could be nothing else but bad parenting or a curse to the family.

You used to believe it, wish it was real and you either were or had a curse. That would mean that you at least had a percentage of magic in your veins, even if it wasn't exactly the best type.

Because it turns out, you didn't fit in with the most of Hyrule, either. Your normalness kept them away just like your strangeness used to keep away those around you during your childhood.

In fact, that acquired you the nickname of “Stray”.

Stray. Stray because at heart, no matter the community you shoved your way into, you didn't truly belong anywhere. You belonged to the world around you, and nothing could force that out of you.

It was deeply etched into your very soul.

Or so they said.

Well, a group of people begged to differ.

You've heard of a “hero” and a “triangle trio” thing more than a few times already when you roamed the remaining villages of Hyrule, but the last thing you were expecting to find was nine heroes traveling together in a group.

However, none of them belonged here anymore, and so that spoke directly to your inner child, the one who was used to being the only one, always related to some synonym of lonely.

You were often called “Stray” by them rather than your own name, but you still wore the name with pride, because now you were in no way the only stray present anymore.

They were also the reason you stopped wishing for a curse of a magic of some kind. Because you were more than aware that then they'd also have to force you into an imprisonment of some kind.

Still, you already felt achieved.

Finally.

What else could you wish for? You were finally able to explore to your heart's content.

Though not without many worried glances and startled yells sent your way every time you got near anything that left you endangered in some way.

And the best part, you weren't shunned anymore.

At least not by them. Villager's still gave you uneasy and passive aggressive glances.

The one you were probably the closest to was the one named “Wild”, or so they called him — calling all of them “Link” wasn't ideal — after all, out of all of them, he was the one who was most in tune with you.

You were both from the same time period, which already differed from the others, but he wasn't able to fit in anymore due to his lack of ties to any community.

Of course, you were more than aware you still weren't the same. If he tried, he'd still be able to settle down anywhere he wanted, but he still had a job to do which rendered him unable to do so, therefore you made yourself believe you were still alike in some way.

It would hurt too much to not do so, your sanity was at sake here.

They made it so easy too. being all friendly and welcoming. You finally felt at home, in peace.

What else could you truly wish for?

Although, maybe singing victory and yapping about happiness wasn't the smartest idea when they were all in a dangerous mission. And you, of course, were involved.

You were all exploring — or rather, just walking through — a forest on the way to some village at the very ends of Hyrule.

The people of that village didn't travel much, but they had something your group wanted, therefore, your group had to go to them instead.

Being the dumbass, air head, you were, instead of walking in the middle of the moving crowd of fully capable heroes, you found yourself roaming the edges, gawking at whatever you could see yet not reach for past the edges of the path you were all following.

Time was keeping his eye on you — the only working one he had — the whole time, making sure you wouldn't wander off. You felt like a kid.

And just like a kid, the very moment he got distracted, killing a Skulltula, you wandered off.

However, turns out there wasn't just one spider.

The forest was infested, which definitely explained why the village folk were so against the idea of wandering too far past the starts of the foliage and the big thick bushes surrounding and protecting the narrow path you traveled by.

Didn't take too long for you to be found by something else rather than your friends, who by now, must have been definitely looking for you.

They never took long to notice your disappearances, the opposite actually, which used to annoy you a lot since Wild never had to face the same overprotectiveness. Not even Wind!

Now, your desire to prove them wrong brought you face to face with one of said spiders.

Maybe they weren't that wrong...?

And, just you luck! The thing undoubtedly had black blood.

Just like a kid, you failed to remember or acknowledge the fact your group just happened to be chased by those types of monsters earlier, some still following you.

It just slipped your mind, completely.

Just like you slipped on the mud on your way out of the trees and back to the narrow path where your friends’ yells and blurry faces were awaiting and rushing towards you worriedly.

When did it start raining enough to create mud?

The mud smelled metallic.

Your memory was blurry, the world itself felt blurry.

Still, you half remembered, like a far away memory, stumbling out of the thick bushes and into many arms, blood equally as thick dripping from a gash in your abdomen like a waterfall in a rainy — stormy, more like — day.

Then, like a blink, a very long blink, your consciousness was gone.

It took an overly long while for you to wake up. It felt like sleeping during a rainy night, you never wanted to wake up the morning after, and even if you felt like waking up was the best idea, your body refused to open it's eyes.

Only difference was that for you it felt like an overly long rainy night, and like you spent the following week still asleep.

At some point sleeping even became boring.

And you had 9 voices in your head telling you to wake up “please”, when they weren't chatting — worriedly, most of the time — amongst each other. Didn't sound like the usual, to be honest.

When you did come to it, it was in a slow, painful way.

Your head felt like someone banged their shield against it multiple times. If bone was able to bleed, your skull would have been bleeding.

Your eyes also felt tired, despite having just woken up from a long, restless and dreamless nap.

However, your throat felt surprisingly fine, and so did the rest of your body, though you felt numb and weak.

Instantly, your senses were crowded by familiar scents a bit too close to you.

Twilight's was the one which overwhelmed the others, and was paired with the feeling of fur and warmth, overwhelming warmth.

Your body definitely felt too hot. that much you could tell. Though the sight of the many blankets, coats and furs — one specific dark gray fur, actually — explained that, and also the weight on top of you.

With some strain and trembling limbs, you sat up. Instantly regretting it when the sleepy feeling which was still clouding your mind and leaving your movements sluggish got torn away from your body by the force of a sharp pain on your abdomen, strong enough to challenge the dull one still hammering inside your head.

You made a groan of pain and pushed the pile of warmth on top of you to the side, making it fall off the cot you were laying in, exposing the reason for your pain.

This triggered a gasp from somewhere near you. You didn't pay attention, too focused on the strange sight of a large bandaged wound on your belly.

“Stray! You're awake! You're finally awake...” The voice came from above, you could recognize the soft yet shaky tone of Hyrule.

Yet the body which wrapped around your shoulders carefully, and clearly as gently as possible, were definitely from Sky.

“We thought we wouldn't be able to…” Sky swallowed some of his shaky words, trying to spare you from listening to his rambling and sobbing at the same time.

Hyrule grabbed your hand on the bed, opposite to Sky's side.

“You're even worse than Twilight in the “no response to potions or enchantments” aspect…” He gave you a weak smile, now you could guess why it took you so long to wake up.

They had to resort to different methods to try and keep you alive.

You made a face and nodded slowly, also leaning a bit more into Sky now that you weren’t that surprised anymore.

It took less than about 2 minutes for the rest of the group to come back to see you, which was quite curious for you, considering there weren't any messages exchanged through anyone — Sky and Hyrule refused to leave your side, and nobody else was around — and they were all the way out of camp and into a village's market.

Guess you'd never know how they found out.

Your recovery took far longer to finish than Twilight's, considering you had no previous strength built against the black stuff, so you just spent your time sitting around or being carried.

The fact you were, in fact, able to walk, was just another reason for that extreme boredom.

And you weren't even carried to many places! Just around camp!

To say you were itching to touch the grass with your actual flesh and feel the thrill of seeing new things again would be an absolute misunderstanding.

And of course you wanted to bound to the first available place you could the very moment you were released from your inability to carry yourself around.

Did you, though? No, not really.

“I'm gonna check out that pond.” You yawned with serotonin coursing through your veins. The same restless feeling you always got when you saw the beach, despite having seen it many times.

It was around the fourth or fifth time you asked to go check out something. The answer was always the same.

This time you felt completely healed though, so you were hopeful!

“And get attacked by that bokoblin?” Legend crossed his arm with a deep frown, he was always frowning, but that frown just seemed more deeper than the others you've seen before.

“What bokoblin?” It confused you, the pond was absolutely empty when it came to any live beings, though maybe not if you counted the greenery and a few fish.

“There could be one. You didn't see the skulltula last time, did you?”

Well that made you frown. It hit you directly where it hurt.

And now you were unsure about venturing that way.

You nodded, slowly.

“I'll get Warriors to go with you, if you want, once he's back from the planning with Time and Twilight. For now, let's just do some crocheting?”

You always tried to convince him you could go alone.

This time, you voiced no opinion.

[cr33pz-mck3nna]

heyy, i'm glad the poly carnival post s doing so well!! i'm a sucker for them, so i'm back here to ask for them x reader again but this time having a date at a carnival!:3 hope you're having a good day!

Date Headcanons with the Carnival trio

At the fair!

Warnings: Not many this time(except the possible some mentions of blood and death bcs it's creepypasta so-) bcs it's fluff!, Jack being a tsundere bitch-

Ft: Our favorites! My versions of Jason, Jack and Candy!

I was listening to this and this while writing!

Jason the Toymaker

The ringmaster!

• You two had met at the carnival so of course he loves to take you back there! Most of the time Jason cannot leave the carnival, too busy keeping up the performance, so if you decide to show up or go to another carnival on his night off than best bet that all his attention, when he can be with you, is on you

• Jason has always looked so much like a human so it's easy for him to blend in with them if you go to any old carnival

• You had been walking through the crps carnival with your friends when you saw a very interesting man dressed in a casual suit, or as casual as a suit could be- It was the hair that had first caught your attention, a brighter red than the lights, and in your words he was "Fucking awesome!", words he obviously heard, oh he loves remembering your face when it was time for the tent show and the lights cued on him in the center of the rings

• You brought something too heavy? Don't worry, it's nothing to him! You didn't bring money? Really don't worry because oh BOY this man is filthy rich- Absolutely anything you want to do, see or eat, it's always paid for!(and they said chivalry is dead! guess you just needed a serial killer-/j)

• He will never admit it but the rides scare him, they're still his favorite part though because he loves watching you and your divine smile as you have fun, he will hold anything you have on you and encourage you to go have fun

• He doesn't usually eat human food but he makes an exception for carnival food, and I hope you do too because nothing will be a better date experience than devouring half the carnival with him

• And now that the sun has gone down it's time for his favorite part of bringing you here for dates, your hair flowing softly in the cool night wind and the lights shining so perfectly on your face, this is perfection to him, this is the closest he will get to seeing heaven

"You look so perfect under the lights my dearest..please, stay like that for a moment, let me burn this moment into my brain enough that I may keep you with me on the many nights we stay apart.."

Laughing Jack

The Clown

• WHAT IN THE WORLD IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!? Is exactly the thoughts Jack has about you. He is in no way even slightly like a human, usually when his clown act with the others comes out that's the point when the audience starts to get scared, but you...you thought he was hot!? Like actually what is wrong with you!? He just had to know more!

• He doesn't usually leave the carnival, the many nights away from you always nags at him, so whenever you decide to show up to surprise him OH BOY you're gonna have ADHD Jack on your hands- If there was ever a time when Jack was the most like he used to be before Isaac it was whenever you surprised him

• He is immediately pulling you to all the different rides, he's very out of character for himself, usually being a short tempered snarky prick and a MASSIVE tsundere(we shamelessly call out the tsundere, worse than mammon* istg-), but you're truly seeing a glimpse of who he is or more appropriately who he was. He is flying for the haunted house every time, if someone's around he'll still by force of habit act uninterested but when they leave he's straight on to ranting about how they still couldn't get it right and it's not scary enough.

• Expect him to be the best person ever at finding the best places to eat, he's been there so long he's bound to have eaten everything atleast twice, he's a MASSIVE sweet tooth but he also can't help himself when it comes to pizza, something about the soft yet crunchy dough, the rich cheese and the slightly sweet sauce, it's almost as good as candy!

• If you see a prize or item somewhere and so much as give the hint that you might want it, like it, hell even just see it, and Jack will take it upon himself as a personal mission to win/buy that thing for you, you're not going anywhere until he does-

• It's late so he takes you to the carousel, as you spin around on it, the lights and people slowly flashing by, you're falling asleep on him and he smiles

"Did you have fun sweetheart? Good. No, we don't have to get up just yet, rest your head, we have all night."

Candy Pop

The Magician

• Anyone who sees him would assume he's part of the creepy clown act, but no, this brightly colored dream demon is the most skilled in his tricks, magic or not, and you thought his act was the coolest

• Candy loves when you come out to visit, he can't take you places like a normal person would, like he wishes he could, but when you show up at the carnival he makes sure to make it the best time you've ever had!

• Anything you wish to eat? Here you go he already had it! You enjoyed a particular part of the show? Let's go meet the performers in person! Everyone likes Candy so it's pretty much set that everyone likes you too.

• Candy is always performing, he barely knows how to stop performing, it's all he's ever done, but you...you make him feel like a normal person who doesn't have to constantly perform, you make him feel human and he'll always love you for that

• You drag him on to a ride or two, buy about 20 different kinds of food, and unlike the other two he's fine with or without the rides and food, you're all he needs, if you want to do something then so does he, if you don't like something then neither does he even if he loved that thing prior to meeting you

• He's always fidgeting with his playing cards, spinning them in one hand as you drag him around by the other. When you're there he performs like he never has before, great feats of magic all for you, ginormous bubbles, a fake elephant, houdini tricks, you name it and he's doing it to show off

• By the time night fell you're in his personal tent, unwinding and chatting over a cup of cocoa

"Well that was an excellent day! Possibly the most thrilling I've had! But I guess that's how every day with you is gumdrop~"

OMG I STARTED WRITING THIS YESTERDAY AFTERNOON, LOST THE ENTIRE JASON SEGMENT, HAD TO REWRITE IT LAST NIGHT ALONGSIDE JACK'S PART AND THEN JUST GOT WOKEN UP BY MY MOTHER BLASTING CHRISTMAS MUSIC IN MY FACE AND WROTE CANDY'S PART- I go all out on these requests man, speaking of requests WELCOME BACK ANON! You've requested so much I shall now call you "🤡 anon", you've earned a special anon name! Have a lovely day my little gremlins! -Creepz

@sketchist-art

(I'm tagging you sketchist bcs ur bbgs have returned for another fic and you were probably gonna read this eventually so imma just start tagging u on carnival trio posts- XD)

*shameless obey me reference-

[helslastangel]

My experience having 5H in Scorpio

Disclaimer: These are based on personal observations and experiences and may not resonate for everyone with these placements. If it doesn't apply, let it fly 🪽

I have many "normal" interests (makeup, fashion, hair, shopping, music, TV, etc) and I tell new people about those, but my true interests and hobbies always skewed towards dark or slightly morbid matter, so I keep them hidden. The sheer number of times I have to swallow back a Salad Fingers reference or refrain from giving my opinion on Fran Bow's mental condition in normal conversation... istg...Anyhow, due to my upbringing, I was sheltered from knowing exactly how odd I was until I left home at 18. That's when I got to catch up on some of the shows and cartoons that other people grew up on (for many reasons I don't feel like getting into right now, but "home school" and "radical religious parents" should give you a basic idea).

Thankfully I had a few friends who experienced similar childhoods, some of whom I even grew up with so I could talk about my weird stuff and they could tell me about theirs. For example, I've always been a little fascinated by blood. That whole thing with Angelina and her blood vial necklace did not gross me out at all - I found it cute and I'll die on that hill. Things like blood oaths and so on in history just capture my attention for some reason. Honestly, if the substance itself weren't a bio-hazard, I'd make art with it.

I remember talking with a friend about how I couldn't fully get into Avatar, but out of the little I HAD watched, I developed a very SPECIFIC hyper fixation with blood-bending and deep-dived the topic for WEEKS.I did not give a shit about any of the other bending abilities. Not even normal water-bending. 🫠 Just blood-bending. Idk if it's the power and control factor, or if if I'm just due for a wellness check. Who am I kidding-I have Capricorn & Scorpio stelliums. OFC IT'S ABOUT POWER.

History is another example. My favorite subject. Left unattended, I will look up every deformity that came about by royal family inbreeding or watch a fellow history nerd compile a tier list of the most brutal execution methods of all time. Once, for my birthday, my dad bought me a book called "A Left-Handed History Of The World." That was one of the few times I've felt truly seen by either of my parents. That tome was RIGHT up my alley. I'm a lefty myself and it was nice to read about so many famous and infamous people who were left-handed too. Like Jimi Hendrix - one of my favorite musicians.

I also know a wide variety of herbs, oils and flowers to use to cure or relieve many ailments by heart, and enjoy teaching people how to use those, along with basic reflexology to relieve minor symptoms during the day, so ah, there is that. Not sure how I got into herbology and such, but I do remember being horrified when one of my best friends used to regularly eat leaves off the trees on our street. We were like 7. I kept telling him he would die if he did that and he'd eat more lol. Ofc, nothing happened to him and he was never sick that I remember. So ever since then I was fascinated by the idea of using leaves to feel better.

(Yes, I smoke weed now - are you surprised? lol)

I also enjoy doing synastry readings for friends, family, coworkers, etc., when they're feeling lost or confused about a crush/friend/partner. It's always nice to see their faces light up with understanding when I explain a certain dynamic or give them advice on how to clear up recurring miscommunications. Most of what I enjoy is kinda witchy, but it's not all horrifying, lmao. Like children. Can't mention 5H Scorpio without kids coming up, lol. I was obsessed with the idea of children when I was a lot younger. I had names picked out for them, I would imagine their personalities and somehow they were always stubborn and unruly (I think subconsciously, I enjoy a challenge). In my daily life, anyone or anything in my care automatically became my child in a way. I actually wanted 6 kids at one point. Or some large even number. Babysitting was never a chore for me because I genuinely find children sweet and entertaining.

Even the supposedly misbehaved ones. They need love too. ❤️

Speaking of obsessions, I am a highly possessive person, but because I also have Venus in Scorpio + Mars in Cancer, I'm prone to have VERY strong reactions to rejection, betrayal and the like. For me, though, these are usually implosions. Being a Virgo sun, Capricorn moon, I generally refuse to let my inner turmoil get out into the public eye unless I feel like showing it.

So at any given time, I can be SEETHING inside, but look cold and unbothered.

Having 5H Scorpio is also often associated with being extremely creative, and....IT'S TRUE OMG. I love interior design and decorating, and lots of aesthetically pleasing crafts like crochet, origami, embroidery, etc. Sometimes I waste a phenomenal amount of time at work to make a spreadsheet pretty or play with the fonts in a document. I can't help it, I need to make things look beautiful and stand out.

I am easily consumed by whatever I'm into, and I guess that would be a bad thing if there were people relying on me to be emotionally present on a regular basis, but since it's just me, I get to be lost in my passions most of the time like Frankie (from the TV show Grace and Frankie, lol

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MASTERLIST

[instant-delusions]

omg imagine like... Muzan and Shy Hashira! reader get together before the big fight (reader is very charismatic when drunk)

and then when they meet again in the big fight, reader suddenly remembers their hot and steamy moment together- IMAGINE HOW AWKWARD THAT WOULD BE FCFGHVHVCGFCFGVG

istg the rizz ppl have once they drink...(me)

muzan x shy! hashira! reader

cw: mentions of sex & alcohol, blood/gore from the battle, cursing

𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊

the explosion of ubuyashiki's estate was so loud, it stirred you right out of your hungover sleep. your crow was croaking manically, screaming for you to take your sword and get your ass over to the fight. it was very disorienting, you were at some inn, alcohol on your breath and you were cuddling your nichirin. also, the bottom of your uniform was missing...what happened? you couldn't remember yesterday at all.

shooting up, you grabbed a night-hakama and your sword, jumping out the window and making your way to the battle. the clinking of swords could be heard and the metallic scent of blood was in the air, as well as shouting and groaning. "y/n!" an angry scream that you identified as obanai's. turning to him, you saw his butchered state. "what the FUCK is wrong with you? fight already!" he screeched. unable to form words from the humiliation of being called out, you started to observe the battlefield and took off to where the action was.

mitsuri was in the middle of cutting somebody's arm off, but then you noticed the absolutely overwhelming aura of the demon, the murderous intent coming from it, you've never felt something so dangerous before. it had to be muzan. not wasting time, you activated a breathing style, trying to support her attacks.

"oh?" you heard him say with a slightly amused tone, though you were completely focused on moving smoothly. internally you were screaming, you barely became a hashira a few months ago and this is your first big fight?? where are the others? "you're the drunk girl I slept with yesterday." muzan said while looking at you. in response, you furrowed your eyebrows, face turning red from anger and embarrassment. what a stupid, childish joke. mitsuri glanced at you for a second, mirroring your furious expression. "shut up!" she shouted, but muzan threw her against one of the house's walls, which meant it was you against him now. you've got no chance, praying for gyomei or even sanemi to turn up, you returned to a fighting position, standing wobbly in fear.

"don't you remember, doll?" he stroked your cheek, it almost felt gentle, but his long nails dug into your soft skin. "the way you screamed for me to keep going?" he grinned, the look almost boyish, cocky for his ancient age. there's no way! you tried to fish in your foggy mind, surely you did sleep with someone in your drunken stupor, but not muzan!

in the back of your mind, a pale hand trailing your thigh, lips intertwining with cold ones, a sharp bite on your neck and a low voice. "hmm?" muzan mused, cocking his head. he lowered his head, dangerously close to your blushing face.

"you remember? or shall I make you?"

[kdramarot]

The Judge From Hell does something new. Let Me Explain.

The show had great visuals, witty dialogue, and high stakes. But so do most shows, so what sets apart TJFH from them?

Let's begin with the gore aspect. It was a very decisive move to pick a demon that's not a man. Compare My Demon to The Judge from Hell for example. The action sequences in MD were not nearly as emotionally and physically charged as the ones in TJFH, and that's very intentional. This sort of boils down to how violence of man-on-woman crimes looks on TV, and how many shows, rightfully so, avoid showing that. MD couldn't show excessive aggression from Song Kang's character because it wouldn't bode well to have a all-powerful man beat up all characters that he has deals with (and since that included women, you can't really show that). That's why his retribution style was simple and casual, and importantly, blood-less. It adds suave to his character, because we know he's capable to getting his hands dirty but he just chooses not to.

Alternatively, Justicia's job is to get her hands bloody. Her role couldn't have been done by man, and if the role had to be played by a woman, it couldn't be something like Song Kang's character in MD because that would easily fall prey to the trope of women retaining their delicate virtues and tempers. If it's going to be bloody, and if you want to take that character seriously while also root for them, you need to have a badass woman without no remorse.

On top of that, the questions on morality were so delicious. This show gave us the classic enemies to lovers arc—he had a crush on her until he finds out just how ugly she can get, and vows to catch her. His morals fail when injustice hits too close to home, and it was treat to see Daon finally relent on his morals for a bit. His dark side is precisely what also engaged Justicia—it made him normal in her eyes because upto that point, she'd seen him as an adorable inconvenience.

I could go on talking istg

[silverflqmes]

Can i submit a request?

I was thinking a yelan x fem reader where the reader gets injured and almost dies, while yelan is terrified that she could lose the person she holds most dear. basically her being super protective and sweet to reader after finding out what happened.

໒⦂ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒.

notes. hello anon, i hope this is what you were looking for! yelan is so mother istg and the “who hurt you” is giving so hard.. please enjoy, super sorry for the delay!

genre. hurt + comfort

tw. descriptions of blood, wounds & violence; mentions of death, slightly ooc yelan ( being vulnerable )

yelan x fem!reader.

a trail of crimson followed your descend towards the steps leading into liyue harbor, eyes barely half lidded.

your skin had been torn from blades, bruises littering your skin in every possible hue a mark could take on, as the pressing urge to just let go of it all increased with each movement you took on.

the life was leaving your body rapidly, you could practically feel it inside you, slamming on the wounds and bruises in the form of blood to flee into the after life. a release from the agony left behind from a fatui attack you just so happened to be the target of.

why you, of all people, had been targeted, you weren’t all too sure of.. but something told you it might have been because of a relationship you had — or rather, the very person you were with.

the enigma of liyue’s qixing, yelan.

otherwise, the only reason you hadn’t dropped dead already.

as you closed in on the yanshang teahouse, a breath of relief nearly left your lips. you’d made it back alive — not in the best shape, but alive nonetheless.

it was after hours, but yelan would always come for a few gambles, wine and a good release from the work she conducted in.

guilt poured into you, the realization dawning that her relaxation time would be sullied with this mess you’d made of yourself. something that could have easily been avoided, had you known basic self defense.

pain shot through your thigh as you bit the inside of your cheek to quell your cries, raising a shaky hand to open the door.

laughter could be heard on the other side, a bit louder than it should have been. was it your ears ringing, or was someone there?

nevertheless, you threw your weight into the door to help push it open, panting quietly as your legs carried you through the doorway.

hearing the thud, yelan was quick to turn her head at the perk of ears, freezing in place at the sight of you.

the tremor in her heart was like an earth shattering quake, unlike anything she’d ever felt before. like her world had been torn apart right in front of her eyes as she jumped out of her seat and lunged for your battered self.

her arms were swift to prevent you from colliding with the hardwood flooring, feeling your body tremble from the loss of blood. how long had you been outside? with pursed lips, the hydro archer threw her coat around you that she’d stolen once as revenge against the fatui harbinger, regrator.

for the moment, it didn’t matter if the snow colored jacket was stained with crimson. nor the expensive outfit she wore as she cradled your frigid body close to hers.

that was the effect you had on her. your well being easily blurred everything, as the care she had for you ran deep- deeper than any ocean, cavern or abyss could.

sensing the change in atmosphere, wenyuan and shanghuam — yelan’s trusted assistsnts, ushered any remaining players and guests out of the teahouse to the rooftop. it was for the best that their boss was given the necessary time to tend to her lover without her usual front.

grateful for the silence, yelan touched your cheek with her hand, pursing her lips together in worry. “who did this to you?” she inquired barely above a whisper, the aloof mask she carried day to day falling, crumbling to reveal a face of quiet rage. “tell me so i know whose lives to silence tonight.”

with a small cough, you leaned your head in her neck, squeezing your eyes shut. “f-fatui.. but they’re gone now.” you breathed out, iron tainting your tastebuds. “they said it was the response of the n-ninth harbinger, in regards to your revenge on him.” came your broken whisper, tears spilling through your lashes.

if you hadn’t been her girlfriend, you wouldn’t have troubled her like this on a night where she was finally enjoying and indulging in herself. all because her foolish, feeble lover couldn’t fight off a hoard of fatui and defend the honor of her partner.

somehow it made the physical pain you felt almost menial in comparison to the clenching and squeezing at your heart — the most vital organ you possessed. the one you had given to the person you most cherished. “i-i’m so sorry, i wasn’t able to defend your reputation- it’s all because i wanted us to be open — n-now the wrong people found out..!”

yelan found herself frowning as the apologies continued to spill out of your trembling, rouge stained lips. were you even hearing yourself and what you were saying? probably not, caught up in your panic as you were.

“y/n,” yelan called over your cries, tracing her thumb over your eyelids. “none of this is your fault, and you wanting us to be known to the public as a couple is okay. i would’ve rejected the idea the minute you posed it if it wasn’t.” she assured you a little more calmly this time, allowing her hand to rest on your cheek. “it’s my fault for not being able to dispose of them all. guess some manage to escape underneath my nose and you were charged with the price of my carelessness.” she shut her eyes, lowering her forehead to yours.

“i’m so sorry..” yelan muttered out, the apology almost foreign on her tongue. “i wasn’t there to protect you when you needed me most — archons,” she shook her head, willing her voice to keep from quivering. “i-i don’t know what i would have done if you weren’t able to make it back here.. if the worst had happened-” the teahouse owner forced herself not to finish her sentence, knowing it would indefinitely tear down the strong front she carried. she had been your rock after all, and you were dying in her arms.. there was no luxury for her to crumple and break down.

“please don’t blame yourself for my lack of self awareness and defense..” you pleaded quietly, raising a scarred hand to her cheek. “i’m here- i tried my best to come back.. and be here.” your throat cleared, eyes cracking open to meet her gaze. “i-i thought i could at least do one thing right by making it back to you. i hope.. that it was enough.”

your eyes were barely keeping open, the exhaustion consuming you — which was expected. bleeding out, bruised, and sore as you were, it wasn’t easy walking the trek that you did back to the harbor.

yelan understood that, and only held you closer. “it’s more than enough. so much more than just enough. it’s just so hard not to blame myself for you being hurt by them.. it was their sick method of seeking revenge on me.” she finished lowly, loosing a breath she’d been holding onto. “it’s taking all of me right now not to hunt the lot of them down and fill the grass with a pool of their blood.” they would count themselves lucky for tonight, as your health was a more pressing matter.

watching your eyes flutter closed, the intelligence agent leaned in to peck your lips gently before rising with you in her arms.

the journey had zapped every ounce of your energy, but she was proud of you for coming back to her, regardless of the state you had shown up in.

“thank you for coming home to me, y/n.. i don’t know what i would have done if you hadn’t.”

notes. sorry, the ending is a little rushed, but i’m hoping i was able to fulfill your request somewhat..?

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X-Files Live Blogging:

Season 2

Season 1 was amazing and left on a huge cliffhanger, I'm so excited for season 2 let's gooooo

I feel the need to say this after watching a lot of this season. Episodes 10 - 14 have some very triggering content (SA and rape). Please be aware of this if you decide to watch and if you want to watch the show but can't or don't want to see that, please feel free to DM me and I'll tell you what I can about the episodes!

S1

Updates:

- Little Green Men

- Space!!!!

- Scully getting existential in the autopsy room

- Scully's longing look at Mulder 😭 why are you ignoring herrrrr

- oh my god, Scully trying to keep Mulder from losing his belief is so AHHHH

- THE HEAD RUB OMFG

- how could he go without her!!!

- Jorge noooooooo

- Mulder should know better than to go after stuff without Scully, she's just gonna find him anyway

- nice work Scullyyyyy

- "before I could only trust myself. Now I can only trust you, and they've taken you away from me." BRO

- OH FUCK

- RECORD IT MULDER

- DAMN IT DUDE THAT WAS YOUR CHANCE

- talk about an event to restore his belief damn

- she found him!!!!

- THE SHOULDER GRAB

- take all the paper and go!!!!!!

- just grab em!!

- Mulder putting his hand on Scully while the shooting is happening oh my godddddd

- let's go get away driver Mulder god damn!

- oh shiy Caldwell (I can't remember the character's actual name) sticking up for Mulder??

- you can tell by his face he did noooot approve the wire tap on his phone

- I don't understand why they didn't just gran all the papers

- "I still have my work. I still have you." AHHHHH

- The Host

- he's so dead

- oh yeah, that is horrifying

- god I hate water monsters, this is gonna suck so bad isn't it

- ahhhh he's stayed for Scully AHHHHH

- YUCK

- NOPE

- Skinner!! The guy who is also Caldwell is called Skinner here

- YEESH that wound is nastyyyyyyy

- starts bleeding from the mouth, GETS IN THE SHOWER INSTEAD OF GETTING CHECKED OUT

- BRUH EEW

- oh boy that is a big worm

- OK NOT A WORM WHAT THE FUCK

- where tf was it?!?!

- NOPE NOPE NOPE

- ok yep he's just goin down into the sewer in a suit no hesitation

- oh he's so gonna fall in isn't he

- YUP

- YEAH STAND THERE AND TALK ABOUT YOUR LOST GLASSES INSTEAD OF GETTING OUT OF THE WATER KNOWN TO HAVE A KILLER CREATURE IN THERE

- MULDER NO WHAT THE FUCK

- OH

- boy howdy that's gross, but nice job Fox

- THEY DIDN'T REMOVE THE BODY?!?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!

- Blood

- title makes me nervous

- do not listen to that man, please listen to your gut and run away

- Mulder you better not have actually given that creep Scully's number

- wow, they never figure out who was doing it????

- Sleepless

- killer nightmares?

- new guy, Krycek looks familiar

- BRUH, the way Mulder is leaning towards her in this scene is WILD

- apparently the actor has been in a couple things I've seen, Supernatural, Once Upon a Time, and Burn Notice

- Preacher I also recognize, been in a couple crime shows I've seen

- I'm excited about the new guy it's fun, he better not try to replace Scully as his partner though

- Mulder's new friend in the FBI has a super familiar voice, it's making me think of the guy who played Brian (I think), the guy who also played Walter on Eureka, but he's already been in this show

- oh shoot, ok well definitely not that guy, but I recognize the actual dude

- damn those are some big ass flashlights

- damn it new guy I liked you!!!

- Duane Berry

- man this is quite an episode for Mulder

- oh shit

- y'all this episode is really cool

- A TWO PARTER OH SHIT

- Ascension

- Duane Berry has made a big mistake

- I recognize the cop that pulled him over

- OOP

- Krycek you better not get Scully hurt istg

- YEESH THIS SHIT IS INTENSE

- MULDER YOU'RE GIVING ME ANXIETY

- KRYCEK I SWEAR TO GOD

- oh hell

- KRYCEK. KRYCEK WHEN I CATCH YOU KRYCEK.

- LET'S GO MULDER!!!

- the government guys used Duane to get Scully away from Mulder didn't they

- WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT, STOP THAT, DON'T TOUCH SCULLY

- Krycek totally murdered him right?

- oh shit did Mulder figure Krycek out???

- YESSS

- I kinda love Skinner now

- SHE STILL ISN'T FOUND WTF

- -3

- vampires?

- Dana becoming an X-File makes me wanna cry

- VAMPIRESSSSSS

- did they being back Maybourne?!?! They did!! Ugh is he gonna be an asshole this time

- OH

- thank god you have SOME sense Mulder

- when is Scully coming back, I miss her :(

- damn ok they ready got a new third

- ugh I hate the way she talks about blood, and the way she talks like she's trying to be sexy. I hate that in characters in general. Characters are either sexy or they aren't, characters that are played to be by trying to be is so hard to watch

- Mulder is wearing Scully's necklace oh my god 😭

- please do not hook up

- STOOOOOOP I HATE ITTTT, ESPECIALLY WEARING HER NECKLACE

- BRO STOOOOOP

- god damn it y'all

- I'm honestly so upset with Mulder right now. His partner, the only person who not only believes in him, but follows him anywhere putting herself on the line again and again for him, is missing and he's hooking up with some random person?!?!

- One Breath

- DANA

- SHE'S NOT DEAD DON'T YOU DARE PUT THAT UP AND MULDER DON'T YOU DARE STOP LOOKING FOR HER

- DANA?!?!?!?!

- I recognize Melissa from something, Eureka I think?

- WAIT NO THAT'S DIANE FROM NCIS

- YEESH

- tall chainsmoking mf, you suck

- PFFFFFT CANCER MAN

- Hammond!!

- who is this nurse??

- damn dude I really love Skinner

- oh hell

- go see her Mulder, tell her you need her!!!

- YESSSS

- y'all this season is nothing but pain so far wtf

- wake up Dana!!!!!

- YES DANA LET'S GO!!!!

- AHHHHHHH

- I'm so happy she's back

- Firewalker

- oh hey it's the scientist from the Eureka episode with the meteors!!

- man this show really loves utilizing the "rectangle of light that only illuminates the eyes even though it makes no sense and where tf is that light even coming from" thing

- oh my god the slight little step behind Mulder Scully did

- bro really should not have gone out alone, he's gonna die isn't he

- I missed the duo so much I'm so happy!!

- oh yeah, he dead

- uh oh

- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

- a mushroom?!?!?! NAH

- THE SHOULDER TOUCH AHHHH

- throat mushroom is so gross I hate itttt

- OOP

- I really hope they don't just gloss over Scully's abduction. I hope that the way it affects her will get brought up again at some point

- HANDCUFFS?! SERIOUSLY JESSE?!?!?!

- god damn Scully is strong!!

- RUN MULDER!!

- THE FACE TOUCH

- that was a very deliberate patch showing, does that mean something?

- Red Museum

- wow! Gross!

- where the hell is that dude hiding wtf

- poor kid :(

- oh lovely, a cult

- bro, wiping the corner of her mouth?? These two have so much comfort in physical contact with each other from like day one

- Cadet Haley?!

- OH

- OH SHIT HE WAS IN THE WALL

- disgusting man

- aaaaand Mulder is rushing into danger alone again

- saved by Scully once again

- Excelsis Dei

- Janet!!!!!

- hey now you leave Janet alone!!

- tw: rape

- Mudler you better work this case well or istg

- I despise old men, they say the most vile, intrusive shit, and behave like they're fucking kings

- ah yes, feed the residents mushrooms 👍

- KICK IT!! SOMETHING!!

- ah so Stan was indeed the problem

- Aubrey

- did he just send her there to die??

- wtf??

- not dead???

- huh????

- was that really a necessary thing for Mulder to say? (Spoiler alert, No)

- this poor woman geez

- wtfffff

- y'all this episode is depressing af and so was the last one wtfff

- Irresistible

- sir you are immensely creepy

- WHAT THE FUCK STOP THAT SHIT

- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

- AHHHH YUCK DUDE

- GIRL RUN WHAT THE FUCK

- what is going on with Scully this episode? I feel like it has to be more than squeamishness with how they're emphasizing it

- y'all what is with these episodes, I hate them so much

- DAMN RIGHT, PUNCH THAT MF!!

- YOU DIRECT THOSE MF CREEPY PEEPERS AWAY FROM SCULLY YOU BASTARD

- she better shoot him, this episode can only be redeemed by that dude dying horribly

- damn that therapy scene was good

- dude you better back the fuck off

- she should've been allowed to kill him this is bullshit

- I'm really glad they revisited and acknowledged Scully's trauma as much as this episode sucked for me personally

- Die hand Die Verletzt

- interesting title

- wtf

- dude what is with all the sexual assault and rape in this fucking season

- Mulder trying to shield Scully with his body 😭

- Scully insinuating the guy was being controlled?? Oh??

- wtf

- Fresh Bones

- YEESH

- was that Lt Conner from Stargate SG-1??

- fuck Wharton y'all

- WHAT THE FUCK

- serves you right Wharton

- Colony

- Mulder?!?!?!

- GERARD?? FROM 911??

- please don't tell me you're buying this Mulder

- that's the actress who plays the young version of Leneya in Stargate!!

- way to go Scullyyyy

- oh fug

- End Game

- Major Davis!!!!

- get your hands off her you shapeshifting fuck!!!

- it was really her? Oh man :(

- ow ow ow

- ok it wasn't really her thank god that would've been super disappointing

- what about the scene from the beginning of Colony???

- LET'S GO SKINNER

- ok here we go

- why is he still hiding out in the sub??

- oh ok I guess he's leaving now

- YOU TELL HIM DANA

- Fearful Symmetry

- invisible elephant???

- no longer invisible elephant???

- so aliens have been taking the babies?

- :(

- Død Kalm

- what the fuuuuuuck

- what the FUUUUUCK

- BRUH WHAT

- this episode is stressing me outttt

- screw the captain guy

- Karma

- Humbug

- what the hell is wrong with this dude crashing a funeral like that??!?!

- way to go Sherriff!

- tabernacle of terror XD

- boy howdy that’s gross

- DR. BLOCKHEAD

- AHHHHHH NOOOOOO

- GOD DAMN

- Ahhhhhhh don’t touch people you don’t knooooow

- AHHHH DARK CLOSED OFF ROOM. ALONE. NO THANK YOU

- oh

- PFFFT MULDER

- bro you better leave that dog alone!

- SCULLY’S FACE

- her little shrug XD I love that she’s gotten to the point of enjoying the supernatural shit

- PFFFT THE YANK

- I love the sheriff please don’t die

- what the fuuuuuck

- MULDER ON THE FLOOR

- the way she steps over him help.XD

- oop

- oh my fucking god did he eat it?!?!?!?!

- PFFFFFFT MULDER'S POSE

- Calusari

- BUCKLES THE BABY TO THE SINK

- BRO THATS WHAT YOU GET, FUCKIN LEAVE THE KID WITH HIS DAD OR TAKE HIM IN THE STALL WTF

- oof, killed his baby brother for a balloon

- was that a swastika????

- oh shit it wasn't the kid

- it is the boy but it isn't?

- OH

- YEESH this is intense!!!

- oh hell

- ok there is no way Dana can explain that away

- F. Emasculata

- oh gross

- oh! gross!

- I hate ittttttt

- I'm gonna hate this episode so much

- thank god he's finally in isolation, him being so close to Scully was making me nervousssss

- putting a kid on a long journey bus alone????

- IT'S SO GROSS I CANNOT LOOK AT IT

- thank fuck that shit is over oml

- Soft Light

- ok so his shadow like, absorbs people??

- funkyyyyyy

- dude you're gonna get yourself and the others killed

- yup

- great work.

- aw man :(

- Our Town

- eew chicken factory

- oh god that is so gross

- Mulder at least take that big ass coat off if you're going in the water

- oh darn that's a lot of bones

- I do NOT like the sheriff

- oh what the FUCK

- WHAT THE FUCK

- HURRY MULDER

- YEAHHHHH

- freaky

- Anasazi

- OH

- why is he throwing hands with Skinner??

- wtf

- OH SHIT

- WHAT

- 😭

- oh my god the way he collapses into her arms 😭

- someone did something to him right? Like he didn't know why he attacked skinner and he's been sweating and confused

- oh yeah he's been poisoned hasn't he

- OH SHIT

- AHHHH WHAT THE HELL

- he looks like he's finally sobering up

- Sully should be here for this :(

- "you black lunged son of a bitch" PFFFT

- damn it I hate this guy!

- my question is how to the dude got the body out of there on a dirt bike

- WHAT IS HAPPENING

- way to go kid!!

- uh oh

Season 3

[makima4ever]

Dissonance (2.5)

I HATE THIS SM WHY IS IT SHORTENING MY POSTS? it could be my internet but this IS INFURIATINGG TW WARNINGS: hinted depression, vomiting blood, over all sad boi hours READ AT UR OWN DISCRETION GUYS PLS angst (i promise it gets better over time), amnesia!!! i still suck at writing accents, pls do not bully me!! Ghost x M!Reader 1, 2, Part 2.5, 3 Your gravelly and tired voice broke and cut through the silence like a hot knife in butter with underlying horror behind the meaning of those words. You.. had no idea who they were, as your idle form continued to stand there as the majority of their expressions shifted. They probably already knew, but it was.. in denial? What happened to you?

"Wha' do ye' mean ye' don't know us? Ye've been with us for years, mate!" The mohawk man exclaimed rather intrusively as the loud voice affected your ears slightly as you weren't fully awake just yet. God, did they sedate you are you just this sore?? You couldn't quite fully comprehend and grasp the situation- causing you to rub your own eyes in irritation from the light blinding you. - He was just so.. shocked. At a loss for words as he shook you, trying to see if you'd remember something, well by shaking you over and over made you not only disoriented but rather irked, scrunching your left eye as the tall man yanks the Scottish man away harshly.. "Soap, blood hell, keep your fucking hands off your Lieutenant." 'So that's the name of the man?' You continued to take in essential parts of the conversation as you heard 'Lieutenant'. You were a LT? That shocked you, mainly because all you could remember is being transferred to a new squad and then waking up here. All of this was so confusing to keep track of. "Ghost, he doesn't even remember us! Do ye expect me to calm down?!" Okay, Soap was not having it as saying he was slightly agitated was an understatement at the very LEAST. His eyes were burning holes into the man who was dubbed Ghost. At least you got names which they.. never gave. You had to figure that part out yourself. You constantly stole glances at Ghost, watching them argue and bicker like children. Although, you did acknowledge the tension, you could feel something in your heart and throat as you looked at Ghost and the group, but you had no idea what it was. ..! You could feel something rising to the back of your throat quickly, as you bit on your tongue- staggering back while holding the door frame as the sudden movement across the floor made it audible. Your left hand went to your mouth, holding back something as you could taste something.. metallic? You didn't even notice your knees giving out into a kneel while trying to hold back something. The sensation of large hands held your back and chest as your throat threatened to spill the contents.. The hands were.. comforting. They held this soft warmth which you leaned into while trying to hold back something. Alas, it was not enough as you puked up a mixture of blood and bile as you gripped the doorframe, spewing out an large amount of blood through your hands while desperately trying to cover it. "Someone get a bloody fucking medic! Hol' on, you'll be okay.. Don't fucking stand there!" There was a really loud voice booming as you could hear all the little scuttling of feet and boots clacking against the ground in hasty movement, as you faded in and out of consciousness again. You could feel warmth as your body felt cold, which you snuggled into lightly, uncaring of where it came from as it lulled you to a soft sleep.. " You'll be okay, stay with me luv'. " A/N i hate my life; tumblr stop cutting out my WORKS im gonna have a break down ISTG..

[livelaughlovetojiii]

ALL MINE.

neteyam x fem!reader

a/n: i am in love with neteyam like ever since i saw the movie it’s been all about neteyam and lo’ak istg

warning: it’s all fluff for now <3

summary: when you hear that the sully family is leave you have to ask jake sully if you can go with them to the Metkayina clan, he says yes because you’ve been a family friend for years also because you just lost your mother and don’t like your father very much.another reason you wanted to go with is because you can’t stand the thought of being with out your best friends brother neteyam. you’re 19 lo’ak is 18 and neteyam is 20. you’ve always had eyes for him but little did he know.

wc:1.11k

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you’ve always been best friends with lo’ak since he was born. you’re nine months older than him but nine months younger than neteyam so you were always hanging around them and kiri to but when you heard all the talk about them leaving you knew what you had to do.

you make your way to the sully hut pacing back-and-forth like it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. you take a deep breath and enter the hut and you see jake sitting on his hammock “hey y/n how’s it going honey? if you’re looking for the boys they’re out in the forest” he says with a stressful sigh. “um actually i was looking for you” you say nervously “alright then come, talk to me” he pats the space next to him on the hammock “sit” you obey and sit next to him “so i was wondering if maybe…” you pause “if maybe i could come to the Metkayina clan with you and your family” you take a deep breath in after you ask the question he looks at you with a soft smile “yes of course baby girl” you smile wide “sullys stick together, even though you weren’t born into this family, you are apart of it,always”

“thank you sir” you say before you get up to leave but then he stops you “also before you go i wanted you to know that i know you’re in love with one of my boys, and i’m almost certain it’s lo’ak” you feel your face heat up and you almost run out of the hut.

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“neteyam!” you say from behind the boy he turns to look at you but then turns back around, you plop down next to him putting your feet in the water as he had his “what is wrong teyem?” you say putting your hand on the boys back “i am leaving,leaving you, leaving my home,leaving everyone” he voice cracks but you start to smile knowing you have news that’ll make him happier than ever “well i have good news for you” he looks up “i talked to your dad and.. i get to come with you to Metkayina” his face lights up suddenly you feel yourself being thrown into his arms as he stands up hugging you off the ground and spins you around “you are coming with? really?” he smiles “yes!” you laugh you feel your face starting to heat up when you look at neteyam in the eyes, there’s something there. something that hasn’t be let out yet. he puts you down “thank you” he says with a smile.

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you finally make the landing at Metkayina after hours of flying on your ikran. you and the sully family make your way up to the Olo'eyktan. jake and the man talk when you slowly feel neteyams hand sneak it’s way to yours. “i can smell the fear coming off of you, relax beauty.” did neteyam just call you beauty? his younger brothers stupid best friend? you were going insane inside. that’s when a beautiful girl emerges from the water the Olo'eyktan daughter, tsireya. “hi” lo’ak says in order to get the girl’s attention but she just giggles at the boy’s flustered face. me and neteyam laugh to ourselves when the Tsahìk ronal starts circling around us then picks up lo’aks hand “demon blood!” she says making everyone gasp when she goes for your hand next to start criticizing more but sees you only have four fingers, she hisses to herself.

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months go by and lo’ak is now mated with tsireya, kiri mated with rotxo and that leaves you and neteyam still looking for a mate. let’s face it neteyam didn’t want you.

it was late at night and all the teens had met up in a hut and ended up falling asleep, neteyam was behind you and lo’ak was in front of you with tsireya. until he turned around because he couldn’t sleep either. “lo’ak?” you whisper “y/n” he whispers back which makes you smile your hand finds it way to his face “y/n?” he says confused “lo’ak i’m so happy you found someone that sees you. tsireya is right for you, i’m so glad you have her” he chuckles “what is this about?” he asks concerned. neteyam over hears and starts to eavesdrop on what you were saying was bothering you. “i love neteyam” you sigh “but soon he’s gonna find someone to mate with and i’ll never have him” lo’ak looks at you nervous to speak “uh..” you look at his expression “what is it?” he points behind you, you turn around to see neteyam wide awake and he hears every word you said loud and clear. you feel your heart drop. you get up as fast and as quietly as possible and leave the hut.

you sit in front of the beautiful ocean as the tide washes up and you feel the cold water on your toes. you take a deep breath in and out and your eyes start to water when hear your name being called behind you. you know it’s neteyam or lo’ak so you don’t turn around, you pray it’s not neteyam. it gets closer then you realize it is neteyam “fuck” you curse yourself under your breath when he sits next to you. he sees the tears covering your face “hey.” he gently puts his hand on your cheek and wipes the tears “there’s nothing to cry about pretty baby” you look up at the pet name he called you tilting your head into his cheeks.

he brings his face closer to your ear and whispers “i love you too” he kisses the spot behind your ear “i’ve been waiting to tell you that i wanted you to be my mate until you had your ceremony” a wide smile sneaks across your face. “but that means i am not to touch you until you’ve had your ceremony” the smile drops as he removes all contact from you looking you in the eyes “good night my mate”

[werrrrrd]

CHARLES XAVIER X OC pt. 13!!

AN: Istg May is like constantly being knocked out or is passed out or is having some sort of crisis! I'm sorry cause it's so annoying when the main character always be needing help but really this is the only way I can make the plot work the way I want it to. She honestly does need help since she's like being abused and forced to work for Shaw so it doesn't feel as bad as just like ‘oh I need help because im weak’ its like shes actually being effected by things that are out of her control and shes not weak shes being made to be weak. Like that's Shaw's way of controlling her. N E ways. Sorry about that, I just wanted to acknowledge it. Also AS USUAL there are plot holes in this chapter. LIke there are so many ways that they could have stopped Shaw and captured him and like also shaw wouldnt be stupid like that and come all the way to charles just to have a lil chat like mans would've blown that shit up, he wouldn't have gone there just to threaten them. Just ignore that as usual. I just want to put it out there that I'm aware and that I don't have the intention to make a perfect and well thought out plot because this is legit just fan fiction and it's not that serious. Sorry though, I hope you enjoy this chapter regardless. IT IS NOT THE END YET so dont FREAK OUT OR ANYTHING

WARNINGS FOR ENTIRE STORY: shock therapy, manipulation, death, suicide, surgery is mentioned including an undetailed description, stitches, slight malnutrition, forcive murder, abuse of authority, blood, lots of blood stuff since this is like her power, anger issues, aggression, mentions of murder as well as the actual murder, mind reading, OC is not very kind to herself sometimes, let me know if you notice any others. No sexual assault but definitely Shaw being creepy.

When I awoke the action seemed to have already started. Only the smallest comfort of Charles’ connection to my mind pulled me out of unconsciousness. He must have felt me as we were coming because everyone was outside on the well manicured lawn with a good bit of distance between us and the mansion. I could feel the aftermath of the shocks, It made me feel as if my entire body was humming. I had been thrown over Riptide’s back, my arms hanging down bound together in cuffs that covered my hands and kept them restrained. Shaw didn't want me to use my powers and the cuffs proved it. Although I could still use my powers it wouldn't be as easy with them keeping my fingers locked in place. In this position I could feel that they had gone numb and there was blood flooding to my head making me feel dizzy and disoriented. It rushed past my ears muffling whatever was being spoken across the gap between me and Charles. 

“Are you alright?” his voice sounded clearly in my mind, he must have felt me wake up.

“Charles…” relief flooded through me. I was frantic to speak to him “god im so sorry, I didn't mean to show them where you were I swear- I got caught, I don't - I don't know how to fix this”

Charles didn't respond leaving me worried and afraid he was angry with me. It was justified for him to feel that way yet my heart threatened to break at the thought. I decided I needed to do something. I didn't have any idea how to stop this but I had to try to.

The first thing I did was take some of the blood out and spread it around my body so that I could hear and think properly. Then I listened.

“-and if you don't, I’ll kill her.” Shaw spoke not too far from me. I couldn't see anything except for the ground and Riptide's backside. My eyes widened as I realized that Shaw was trying to get them to surrender. And he was threatening my life to try and convince them. I could have laughed, I could have cried. Shaw thought that he could not beat them, not without me, which was comfort in and of itself. He knew that I would no longer help him like I had only months ago. That I would all out refuse, which was correct. He somehow didn't understand that this was much bigger than just me. Of course Charles wouldn't agree. Millions of lives were at stake, and if Shaw killed me that would be one less person who was against Charles. Why on earth did he think that this would work? I was unbearably relieved at how things were going so far. I didn't understand why Shaw hadn't just sent bombs to blow up the mansion with them in it. He liked to get the job done from afar. But this worried me just slightly, maybe he had a plan that I hadn't caught onto yet. 

“You need her. You won't kill her, not while she's still of use to you.”

 It was Erik who spoke. His voice was bitter. Even more bitter than when he talked to me before. I remembered when I had first seen him and the murderous look in his eye. I didn't realize it then but I could feel that same thing burning within me. I just hadn't done anything about it in so long. 

“Perhaps. Perhaps she's not as useful as she used to be. Not since her alliances have… switched” Shaw responded. 

Somewhere deep within me I could feel Charles' emotions subtly. He was worried. Of course he was, he was in danger. But what surprised me was that he was worried about me. Confusion flared within me. How could he be so good? So selfless? I wanted to kiss him and hold him again and again for even thinking of me in this moment. Or at all. I didn't feel the anger I had expected from him. Only concern and the urge to keep me safe. The belief that he was much too good for me and that I didn't deserve to have someone in my life as good as him consumed me. Selfishly, I hoped that Charles would never find out the truth. That I was tainted and dirtied by the blood I could control. My mutation, and the things I had done with it. The feeling of being cared for which he had again and again these past few weeks forced me to realize I could no longer live without it. After so long on my own, I had finally felt the embrace of someone who didn't want to harm me or use me, and the potential of losing that and being all by myself again nearly killed me. I couldn't even process my emotions, I just knew I had to figure out how to fix everything and get myself back to Charles. 

I concentrated as much as I could on riptide and slowed his blood so that his reaction to my movement would be too slow to stop me from slipping off his back and running a good ten feet away. Eyes flew to me and members from both sides took defensive poses at the sudden motion. Several of the people with Charles looked like government. A few military soldiers stood further past. I hoped it was enough

I was relieved to see Raven on her feet looking not too bad, she wasn't in fighting condition that's for sure. Her injured foot was very lightly placed on the ground and she wouldn't be able to run away if she needed to, which caused slight anxiety in me. But I was glad to see her awake and with a natural color in her face instead of the sick white she had been previously. 

Shaw's finger was already on the dial but he waited to see what I would do before turning it on. I had never been able to control more than one person without moving my hands before but I had a greater motivator now than I had ever had before. Maybe… just maybe I could do it. I didn't have any better Ideas

“Leave.” I demanded, my voice shook but I couldn't tell if anyone but me heard it.

Shaw laughed at me making my gut twist in loathing and a hint of self doubt. 

“I don't think we will just yet, and when we do, you'll either be dead or coming with us.” He sneered.

I furrowed my eyebrows in anger. I was laser focused, I tried to feel each ounce of blood in Shaw's body and I felt a strong desire to rip it out of him then and there. Before those thoughts consumed me I felt movement coming from a good distance away. I whipped around, on edge from the tenseness of the situation. It was only Charles. Even from here, I could see his eyes so clearly. It almost shocked me out of my focus, his gaze piercing and intense. Blue eyes, boring into mine. I could feel his need to be close to me, to support me however he could, I could feel his slight hesitance as he strode to my side. Before he got very close his eyes widened and his strides turned into running. Suddenly I could feel the blood of Azazel disappear and reappear behind me and then firm arms wrap around me. 

“May! Behind you!” Charles yelled but it was too late. The sickening feeling of being teleported made my stomach turn. I grasped for control but before I knew it I was being deposited in the arms of Shaw and his arm wrapped around my neck holding me still. I shook in anger as my powers refused to cooperate. I could feel tears form out of frustration which was stopped and replaced with fear when I felt the barrel of a gun hit my temple. 

Charles' hands came up defensively and many of his team came forward. Erik made his way over quickly and put his hand up to somehow manipulate the gun, but by then I had frozen Shaw's hand and aimed it away from my head. His arm shook as the gun slowly came to point at his own head. His resistance was strong but I could override it. I could feel his heart pounding behind me. I felt my own begin to steady as I regained slight control of my powers. Then that reassurance was ripped away as I felt Frost enter my mind and render my abilities useless. Shaw's gun was tossed on the ground, he must have realized it would be useless with Erik stood just a few yards away. I let out a pained noise as I tried to force Emma out of my mind but everything moved too quickly and in a flash Shaw's hand came to wrap around my neck, the other coming up in front of my face to display the dial on his ring which he turned slowly. My eyes widened as the pain took over me once again. My breathing became labored while the electricity wracked my body and made me tense and twitch. I could feel my scar flare up at Shaw's rough hand on my neck, It felt like the collar was back around it burning my skin. He squeezed causing me to choke and my hands raised to claw them off but were useless with the confines on my hands. I trashed desperately against Shaws and tried to ignore the electricity and use my powers to move his finger and turn off the electricity but I was too weak. 

I looked at Charles desperately. His eyes were wide with fear. Soon I lost focus as my vision blurred at the pain. I writhed in Shaw's grasp and this time instead of trying to use my powers I raised my cuffs and slammed them against Shaw's face. It was covered by the helmet he wore in order to prevent Charles from getting into his mind but I hit him hard enough that it must have had some effect because he let go of my neck and I dropped to my knees. Charles took two steps forward but did not come any closer than that. I heaved and put my cuffs against my head groaning at the way the electricity shook my body. My muscles spasmed out of control. I couldn't think clearly, the only thing I could feel besides the pain was Charles connected to me. Then he spoke in my mind and I looked up towards him trying to focus on his eyes on mine.

“What's happening? How is he doing this?” It was clear and I was grateful for this otherwise I wouldn't have been able to understand him with my senses being overwhelmed. I fought to come up with an answer in my state. I grasped for some clarity on anything, words escaping me. Then, suddenly the words formed and before I could even process them I said them to Charles.

“Read my mind, go through my memories. Quick!" 

His eyes searched me for hesitance and his eyebrows came together in worry. Only a second passed before he nodded his head resolutely, coming to the same conclusion as I had. There was no other way. 

He brought his fingers up to his temple and then I felt him push into my mind, further than he had ever gone before. I lurched using my hands to support me while trying to keep my eyes open and my body from completely giving up. The feeling of Charles in my mind was the only thing keeping me from losing that battle. He sorted through things, the memories flashing in my mind as he looked at them. My days as a child, laughing and playing with my sisters before they had discovered my mutation. Getting scolded when I let my temper control me. My mom and dad dropping me off and the institution. Lou and I laughing in bed, the years I had spent with her. When she died, and how angry she had been with me the last time I had seen her. The night Shaw kidnapped me. He pushed through my mind quickly, moving at a fast pace, but carefully, reverently. It felt like a lifetime had passed in just a few seconds.

I could feel him tense up at the memories and the weight they held in my heart, but he didn't linger where he wasn't needed. He only used these memories to understand what was going on. My mind exposed the shock collar and the day they had replaced them with the devices attached to my spine and skull. There he lingered. I could feel an idea form and his voice spoke gently in my mind again.

“I have an idea…”  

I groaned out in pain and looked back up into his sharp eyes. He looked afraid.

“What is i-it?”

“Erik… he could take them out.” 

I realized what he was trying to say. My shock devices, he could rip them out of me. He could free me of Shaw's control. My eyes widened and suddenly the electricity didn't feel so intense. Not because the voltage was going down, but because the possibility of being free became the sole focus in my mind. Overriding all other senses and thoughts.

“Do it.” I said it out loud, bitter, angry and hopeful.

“... Are you sure, love?” Charles said out loud too. The worry in his voice was sweet but I was too desperate to care.

“Yes! Now Charles! please,” 

Charles turned to Erik and they must have communicated telepathically because no words were spoken between the two. Erik's expression changed from confusion to understanding and then he nodded softly at Charles. Erik faced me and came closer till he was only a little ways away from me. First I felt the metal of my cuffs tear and fall from my hands, then I felt him tug at the wires in my neck. I screamed out as I felt them unwind from my bones and he jerked them harshly out of my body. The pain was worse than the shocks and my vision went black for a moment but as soon as they were out I felt a staggering sense of relief wash over me. Each device clattered to the ground in front of me, covered in my blood, the light signalling that they were on flashed until Erik crushed them, one at a time. I let out a dry sob as the pain faded. My hand came up to my neck to feel where the devices had been. Instead there were three wounds where blood slipped down to the front of my neck. My hands shook, not from pain or electricity, from the current of emotions I was feeling. Shock, astonishment and freedom, and then fury. 

I stood on shaky legs and turned to face Shaw who looked at me with such an intense unfiltered fear that I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that it was because of me. He had always been afraid but it was well hidden and mixed with his desire to control me. Now that he didn't have command over my powers, of course it showed itself, clear and unyielding on his face. 

I felt those murderous feelings rise in me again. He had taken everything from me and until now I hadn't been able to do anything but throw fits. And after years of his torture I had grown too tired and I had lost even my temper. Now it was all resurfacing, my fury, my resentment, the grief I had for the years he had stolen from me, and for lou. My hands clenched at my sides, my knuckles turning white. I felt Frost try to take control of my mind again but before she could I felt charles stop her with his own powers. I felt stronger knowing he had my back. The power made my mind foggy. All I wanted was to make Shaw pay. I held everyone else in place. Their resistance did nothing as I honed in on Shaw. With the other hand I lifted him into the air and spread his blood out just slightly inside his body, separating each cell from the others. He groaned and his eyes and skin became red and bloodshot. My face contorted in anger as I pushed slightly harder, wanting it to be painful and slow. 

“You took everything from me, Schmidt.” I spoke in a strained voice. I barely recognised the sound of it as it left my throat. It was raw and hoarse. Shaw couldn't even hear it over his own choking

“May,” Charles was suddenly behind me, but his voice was in my head. “You don't have to do this,”

I scoffed “oh but I do.” The blood from my devices was leaking out of my neck and staining my shirt mixing with the sweat. My muscles twitched almost as if I was being shocked, but it almost felt good knowing that it was my own emotions causing this reaction, not shaw.

“Please… it won't make you feel any better,”

“Then what will?” I choked out, still focused on shaw in front of me. Charles was earnest, the soft lul of his voice in my head snapped me out of my anger for a moment. I thought about what he said. If I didn't get my revenge I thought I would would be left empty inside, and if Charles was right, and it didn't fill that void then I was hopeless, forever shattered and broken.

“Having good people who want to help you by your side. People who want to support you, who wont control you” His hand came to rest on my shoulder as he came to stand in front of me.

My heart clenched in my chest. I glanced away from Shaw to look at Charles. Tears formed in my eyes. Nothing seemed more important to me right now than Shaw. But Charles looked at me with so much care and concern and…. Love? My anger faded away more and more by the second and was replaced with the surprise of seeing something so pure in his expression. And he was looking at me. I could hardly believe it. I realized I needed it. To feel wanted for something other than my powers and to not feel unwanted because of them either. To be wanted but just for who I was. And Charles was giving it to me. His hand came up to my face where he wiped a tear that had slipped from my eye. I instinctively melted into his hand and let out a shaky breath, my eyebrows knitting as more tears came.

Shaw gargled behind him and my attention shifted back to him. The rest of the Hellfire club were still frozen in place. 

“Let me help you fix what he's broken,” Charles said out loud. My eyes glanced between him and Shaw and my anger dissolved completely. Shaw didn't matter anymore. I could choose to live my life how I pleased and Charles was asking me to choose to stay with him and let him take care of me. I realized there was nothing I wanted more. I nodded softly to Charles but mostly to myself. A promise to be better for him. To not add on to the list of reasons why I didn't deserve this, and to move on from my past and not let it be what affects my first decision after escaping Shaw's command.

“Ok” I said. Shaw fell to the floor where he gasped for air and the rest of the team unfroze. My arms went down to my sides feeling heavy. More tears slipped from my eyes before Charles wrapped me in a hug. I broke down crying audibly now, overwhelmed by everything and also feeling unbearably good in Charles’ arms and out of Shaw's reach. 

The embrace didn't last long before people were fighting again, Shaw and his team were trying to retreat while preventing themselves from being captured, I stepped away from Charles to help the military soldiers who were trying to get their hands on the hellfire club, I raised my hands to freeze them in place but realized that my vision was impaired from the tears. In the split second it took for me to wipe my eyes with my sleeve, Shaw had clambered for the gun he had tossed to the ground before and pointed it at my head as a last effort to keep me, his best weapon, from being freed and turned on him. He would rather me dead than on the other side. I saw him a moment too late and he fired the gun a single time, the shot ringing in my ears. My eyes went wide before everything returned to blackness.

[siriuslylantsov]

helloo, hope ur day has been good <3

coming here to talk about yesterday's episodes and today's :p

FIRST OF ALL, my heart can't take more of this matt/foggy fight. i just want them to hug it out. i feel like nelson & murdock will be over (not that they won't rekindle their friendship but the law firm by the third season i think won't come back) can't forgive matthew for not visiting foggy after he was SHOT

also. suddenly this is TLOU? the zombies??? hshsh

the scene u were talking about frank... yeah, had to look away a few times :p

i honestly thought he was gonna fight fisk and that's why he had wanted to go to prison in the first place.

i am SO on board with frank/karen now. when they were talking at the diner, well before all the other stuff happened 💀 i think they have a much more interesting dynamic than you know who (and i'm usually the biggest fan of friends to lovers)

love karen working for the bulletin and did NOT expect that guy being the blacksmith !!

and honestly foggy and marci... i like them !! i like her, she makes me laugh and they're not bad. i think they're cute together.

i loved seeing more of elektra's backstory. i wasn't a fan of the scene where she finds out she's black sky and for a moment it feels like she changes her mind completely and is about to go the other side idk, felt a bit weird to me. it felt rushed?? sort of? idk

i'm actually very scared to watch the last episode cause i feel like that will be when elektra dies and i do not want that :D

thank u for coming to my ted talk

hi angel!

ughhh ik me too matt and foggy angst makes me want to kms, istg if they make us go through more in born again.... ENOUGH PLEASE

bro the zombie thing scared the SHIT out of me like when did this get scary???? and the ninjas??? like FR NINJAS and how they slow their heartbeat so matt cant sense them!! hella cool

BEST FIGHT SCENE EVER. did you notice the little detail when the guards drag him out, he looks at his reflection on the ground and he sees the skull print on his clothes. i thought that was so cool.

heres a picture i took last time incase you didn't catch it!

frank castle covered in blood has got to be one of my fav things

frank and karen definitely have more aligning morals compared to her and matt. so morality wise, they're definitely more compatible, she doesnt see much fault in what frank does.

yes!!! i love karen at the bulletin, shes so good at it :)

FOGGYBEAR!! i love that marci calls him that, theyre so cute ☺️

yeah the black sky thing is so upsetting cus it like flips her world on axis and matt is trying so hard for her to not believe them, like BABE youre not just a killer 😕😕

good luck... you're in for it...

so when you finish s2 will you start watching the other shows? (luke cage, jessica jones, etc)

you could also... squeeze in the punisher s1 if you're intrigued, it is a bit of a segue because theres nothing about the hand. but it'll tell you the rest of the story about his family, its so loaded its acc crazy. im still lowk confused abt all of it. OR you can just watch it after lol im peer pressuring you my bad...

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

@looseleaflettuce you absolute god you.

QUEUE THE LIVE REACTIONS

I miss the pain the moment it’s gone

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 6

oh. well then🙂 such a small line, but hit me in the chest fr

I claw and scratch and dig my way out until I can smell the familiar scent of wet dirt, the scent of my life spilled into it. Until I can feel the soil under my fingernails, digging into the ground rather than the endless darkness, the grass between my fingers instead of those snaking tendrils of nothing.

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 7

IS SHE DIGGING OUT OF HER FUCKING GRAVE???!? WOAG

I was plunged into the nothing, while I was watching my own siblings be killed

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 8

aw man😕

My parents stand in front of me

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 9

NO! NOT THE MAKERS

her hands shaking as she tucks the strands behind her ears, exposing her dark face to the light of the moon.

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 9

bitch why the fuck are you shaking, you just killed your kids ya degenerate

The three lifeless bodies lie bled out on the grass to my right. My siblings. I’jam, Rajem, and Solweh. My siblings. My family. Dead. Killed by the two people meant to protect us, life taken by the ones that gave it to us.

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 9

tears in my eyes. LETTY WHY🤧

My mother blinks, her fear quickly overshadowed by a wall of discontent. Of failure. A sliver of determination shining through.

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 9

WDYM DETERMINATION! UR DOUBLING DOWN?? YOU’RE GONNA TRY AGAIN?? HUH😀

like she has no right to speak it

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 10

you tell her luna

As though a steady stream trickled from them while it flowed relentlessly from me.

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 10

ME A SPY FORESHADOWING🧐

Their ritual gone so awry

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 11

istg if they killed their kids for power, i’m gonna 🔫

paralyzing our bodies and minds but leaving us to hear and see what they were doing to us.

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 12

AND WORST PARENTS OF THE YEAR AWARDS GO TO THESE FUCKERS

I had tried to escape, to run into the village and gather help for my siblings, but I had not made it very far at all

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 12

wow i am sure she will perfectly recognize she had no fault in this and will not feel any guilt whatsoever🙂

They killed me last, letting me lie there helplessly to watch, making sure I watched as they killed my siblings

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 13

this will have no consequences on her psyche in the future☺️

not wanting to stop my sister at all as she rips into his neck with her teeth, silencing his screams as she holds down his thrashing body until he stops moving completely. Until she pulls back with a gasping breath, a wild gleam in her eyes as she wipes the wave of red from her mouth with the back of her hand though it still drips down her chin and down her neck, merging with her own blood on her chest.

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 15-16

HE HAD IT COMING. HE HAD IT COMING. HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME. (also hotttt)

The four imprints of our lives lost in those very spots. The grass wilted and died in our spots, leaving brown imprints of us in the earth

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 19-20

me when rebirth symbolism

I am no longer human. I do not know what I am.

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 21

you’re my bbg.

I leave the clearing, towards the direction of Ra’jem and I’jam’s departure.

Cusp Of The Mend | Ch. 1 ~ Pg. 22

damn you gon do solweh like that😭

Review Time!

Beautifully written🤌🏾 I could really grasp Luna’s desperation clawing away from the darkness, which I’m assuming was the magic that would’ve taken her life and granted it to her parents. I actually thought she would already be a vampire, so this was a nice surprise! It was a great opening chapter; a well established setting, the inciting incident allows for the reader to make a million inferences on how the plot will develop, and there’s enough characterization to gauge Luna’s personality and how vampirism may change her! Next Up: Ch. 2 ~ Starvation♥️

also a meme for you , letty

fuck around and find out igz