#love letters and lighter fluid

[daddydixonscrossbow]

“Merry Christmas, Daryl.” You walk up to him and a smile, “Here.” He gives you a funny look before looking down at the box in your hands, “Was’this?”

You motion for him to take it, “You’d know if you just open it.” You smirk as he sighs, shaking his head before taking the box from your hands.

It was just a small square box, kind of beat up, but it was the nicest one you could find. He grips the lid, shaking it slightly so the bottom falls out, the heavy metal clattering against the crumbled up paper put in to pillow around it. He moves the lid and a smirk appears on his lips as he scoffs, “oh no way.”

He takes the lighter from the box and his eyes scan over it, “Where’d you find this?” He looks up at you and you shrug, “Found it a while ago. Rick said it was one you can refill, so looking for the lighter fluid was the hardest part.”

“Y’find any?” He flips the lighter over and shakes his head as his eyes scan over the letters etched into the metal casing, D. DIXON, “Y’didn’t have t’do all this, y’know?” You shrug, “I just thought you’d like it, and I’ve always been big on gift giving, you know, before the world went to shit so..” you smile, “Do you like it?”

He nods, flicking it open and lighting it, “I love it, C’mere.” He wraps his arm around your neck, pecking your head, “Thank you.” You nod, taking in a deep breath, “No problem, Daryl.” He steps back, shaking the lighter slightly, “I’m’a find you somethin’”

You shake your head, “You’d don’t have to.” He rolls his eyes, “Nah, I am, I want to.” You nod, giving him a smile, “Okay.”

That night, as you’re standing up on the platform keeping watch, you hear someone coming up the ladder. A smile appears on your face as you see Daryl come into view, “Hey, how was the run?” He nods as he climbs up, “Good, I gotcha somethin’ though.”

He hands you a smaller box, “Sorry it didn’t take as long to find.” You furrow your brows, “Daryl, don’t apologize to me.” You laugh as you open the box, smirking when you pull out a blank dog tag - well, it wasn’t necessarily blank.

“Daryl.” Your thumb rubs over the letters etched into the old tag, DIXON, “I love it.” You look up at him, “Can you-“ you motion to your neck and he nods, “Yeah, yeah, turn’round.” You turn around, lifting your hair up and he takes the necklace, attacking them together behind your neck, “There y’go.”

“I love it.” You look down at the tag lying on your chest, “Thank you.” You look back up at him, walking over to give him a peck on the cheek, “Merry Christmas, Daryl Dixon.”

Here’s a kiss for likin’ and rebloggin’💋

[prettypinkporkchop]

I keep seeing the tik tok videos where the girl is putting hello kitty stickers or rhinestones everywhere and I think it’s so cutie sooo with that being said could you pleaseee do a Paul x reader where she’s always messing with him and making him do face masks and doing his make up and even putting stickers in his truck😭😂

You walk beside Paul, holding onto his arm and sighing. The store is super boring! Tractor supply, why is it even a thing? Paul is grabbing a few things for Sam. You, being clingy, came along.

"Ooh!" You say out loud and point toward the front where a tray of books are.

Paul smiles down at you. "Okay, babe. Get what you want. Just don't go too far from me, okay?" He gently squeezes your wrist and let's you go.

"Yes!" You quickly walk over there.

There are cute coloring books and sticker books. You start going through them and pick out one sticker book with diamonds and the Hello Kitty one. You keep digging and find a book with random stickers like coffee cups and flowers. "Freaking bet."

You guys check out and see that Paul got a shovel and lighter fluid. But you got the goods! Paul takes the bags, and you two walk to his truck. He hands you your books, and you get inside the truck. Paul gets inside as well and looks over at you.

"You got stickers?" He chuckles.

"Yup!'' You pipe up.

The drive to Emily's was silent. You ended up pulling out a book and going through them. You had a page with letters! You took the letters of your name and places them on the dashboard.

"You're so stinkin' cute." He grabs your thigh.

You smile in pride and continue placing stickers. You put Hello Kitty, coffees, and hearts all around your name. You look out the window and see you're about to get to Emily's. You look over at Paul's exposed shoulder and smirk. You grab a pink smiley face and put it there. He doesn't seem to notice!

He parks and looks over at you. "I'm gonna bring these inside real quick. I'll be back." He leans over, and you two peck lips.

Just a few minutes later, Paul gets inside the car. He looks at you with a stern face and then holds out his finger with the sticker on it. "Care to explain?"

You start laughing and then grab his face, squeezing his cheeks. You press a rough kiss, pulling away with a "mwuah!"

He smiles and shakes his head. "I'll let this one slide." He starts driving.

----

You guys make it home and you run to the bathroom. You do what you gotta do and look at the small shelf that has all of your products.

WHERE DID YOUR FACE MASKS GO?!

You flush the toilet and storm into the living room. "Where's the face masks?!"

He smirks and crosses his arms. "I'll give it back to you if you promise not to put anything on my face tonight."

You straddle his lap and grab his hair, pulling his head back. You look into his eyes like an investigator on a crime. "If you don't tell me where you hid them, I won't kiss you for a week straight." You hiss.

He leans up and tries to kiss you, but you purse your lips together, making his lips land on your chin. He pulls away, shocked and confused.

"You really just did that to me.." He says.

"Yup. Where are they?!" You get off of him.

"Under the sink.." He groans.

You walk over there and see the cucumber mask. You get up and grab Paul's hand. "Bathroom. Wash your face!" You demand.

He sighs and stands up, following you to the bathroom. He leans over the sink and uses some face wash. You wait patiently for him to finish. He wipes his face with a towel, and you wash your face. He stands behind you and rubs your waist.

"You're lucky I love you." He smirks.

"Mm." You mumble while rinsing your face.

You two go into the bedroom, and he lays on the bed, knowing you'll do his first. You straddle on his waist, and he places his hands on your hips. You open the cap and scoop some up, rubbing even layers on his face.

"It's tingling." He mumbles.

"You say that every time, babe." You giggle.

Once you finish his, you put some on you. After that, you look over and see Paul sitting with his arms crossed, pouting. You start laughing.

"You're grounded." He says which makes you laugh harder.

----

You put another sticker on his arm as he drives. His arm is nearly full of them! You made sure to use the pink ones. The dashboard is full of them, so now you're putting them on your door near the handle.

"You know you have to take these off when we get to the bonfire, right?" He smiles.

"I know..." You sigh with a frown.

"Aye, babe. Don't be down. Look at the masterpiece you've done to my truck!" He smiles.

You smile too and look over everything. "You like it?"

"I love it!" He lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles.

[marabarl-and-marlbara]

hi mara, the anon who liked Haunted House again, sorry i took a bit to get back to you, i wanted to find the time to re-read it and send you my favorite parts (apologies, i'll try not to make this ask a wall of sorts.) and to clarify-- yes! my favorite is the first one, it was the first piece of writing in a while that i have read and thought "wow, i really want to write like this myself." and i'll be sure to check out alice munro! im heading to a bookstore later this week so i'll pick up too much happiness.

"Lighter fluid from the outdoors-aisle were brought and doused up-on [...] I stared at him with a [...] I couldn't help but smile suddenly.

I don't think that I'd make it back [...] I had a nice time, today." and "Maybe a little silly, but sometimes I view those curses as making me an empowered necromancer-type, [...] thank you, I pray." just love your control of tone in writing :) anyways, do keep going! it's beautiful work, and i'd love to see more.

hey anonymous;

appreciate writing me back--appreciate the time, too, in re-reading that thing! I usually write this in the form of sappy letters to whomstever subs to me on substack but I really do appreciate any-one who bothers reading the stuff I write, mostly because reading is time consuming and time is valuable and every reader is a reward;

but now anonymous, I have to admit: I dislike all these quotes! I hate how I wrote here; I don't like re-reading the stuff I've written much and it always makes me fall into rewrites (one of my biggest 'issues' with editing and re-writing is wanting to make every paragraph consist of four sentences exactly and to have the sentences themselves be contained completely only multiples of four words--whenever I get to that point the project is dead, I've become the neurotic); still I'll take the compliment ^^, the necromancer one is silly to me because I've never really shaken-off something I've had since a child of being fascinated with edgy things, in-particular MTG cabal-faction mono-black necromancy--and, in a more dumb and grown version of that: all the warped expressions of 'faith' that come in dark souls 3: the cathedral of the deep, the dumb carcass arch deacon, the devourer, the sable church, even the little grave keepers that bubbled up from 2; one thing though: when writing the second haunted house I skimmed through the first one as a refresher and realized how better I wrote my own 'mindcontrol' fantasy--because it is a fantasy; it was a part of me that lately I'd been numb to ever since writing that I am not a person of integrity article and doing my dumb 'wilderness' disconnection etiquette: much ceased to bother me; back when the first was written something that I had always wished is that I could make the heat and noise and texture of people completely go flat, like corpses but instead of reeking death a constant clean 'plastic' that did not smell, rattle, rot, or think, and only move passively to my thoughts; no one would bother me, no one would touch me, no one would bleed awful skinny warmth on me, there would be no mucus, and it would just be perfectly unbothered of a world and perfectly unliving.

I think that's what I love about Boogiepop, is to me Boogiepop is the outfit and spirit, and not the person wearing; it's a shadow of a consciousness that sweeps into a person and overrides them and has with it no blood or mucus or warmth and is as mildewed as old laundry or as fresh as clean; take care anonymous.

[nocek]

omg what brushes and program do you use?

Oh I'm not sure this answer will be very usefull from amount of brushes listed. I have very few faves actually and mostly like them because they help me circumvent my perfectionism.

So right now I'm using Clip Studio Paint but I've been using Photoshop for a looooong time. Till they pissed me off too much with adobe adobeness. That's why part of my brushes are originally photoshop ones I've ported to CSP.

I mostly do linearts, like overly detailed ones, like this closeup:

Which I used DAUB FunnyGranny2 and back in PS times (and also now sometimes) I've used Kyle's Drawing Box - Animator Pencil 2016 from Kyle Webster (now available for free with PS as far as I know? still I had bought them ages ago and just ported it to CSP, works ok)

I like those two brushes because they are slightly grainy and aren't 100% smooth which helps me not to be as precious about smoothness. Otherwise I'd be smoothing it over and over again. Also they loose a bit of opacity with lighter touch which I like :)

I also like the Belgian Comics Smoother from Kyle's Inbox. It's very smooth but has a nice shape so I use it for touchups on color flats and lettering.

As for my more recent spiderverse comics of following close up:

I need to make them quick so everything is on 2000x2000 canvas and is linearted with DAUB - Fluid Ink Chisel 2 set permanently on size 30 so I won't be tempted :D It may not be grainy but I like how it changes it size and opacity with pressure and how it changes it's shape with direction of line.

Besides that I mostly use flat colors (I love the Lasso Fill tool in CSP) and regular soft airbrush too add some gradients.

I don;t use them that often but I also like Mirre's markers + blender if I do some actual shading but I also use Kyle's gouaches then.

And that's about it :)

[rainbowloveletters]

Breaking Silence 2 - Spring Awakening

Spring had always been my favorite season in Franklin, New Hampshire. The snow had melted away, leaving the town center vibrant with blooming flowers and the promise of warmth. But this May was different; it wasn't just the season that had me feeling lighter, it was Luke Carmichael.

We'd been dating for a while now, and every day with him was a new adventure. I remember the first time I saw him at school, his charming smile lighting up the hallway as he laughed with his friends. I was just Jaxon, the quiet deaf kid, but he saw me. And he learned to speak my language, his hands becoming more fluid with every sign, every word an endearment that bridged our worlds.

Prom was just around the corner, and the school buzzed with anticipation. I watched Luke from across the cafeteria, his hands moving gracefully as he talked to his friends about the big night. I could almost see the words hanging in the air, a silent dance that only I was privy to. He caught my eye and grinned, the kind of smile that made my heart skip.

We had grown so much together. I used to feel so isolated in the noise of the school, but Luke changed that. He was my interpreter, my advocate, my safe space. We communicated in a beautiful silence that was louder than any words. He'd even started teaching his teammates some basic signs, turning our varsity football team into unlikely allies.

One fine day, the sun beat down on the worn grass as I sat beside Luke, the warmth a stark contrast to the fluttery feeling in my stomach. Suddenly, a commotion erupted behind us. I turned to see Luke's football teammates huddled together, holding large, colorful placards. A wave of anticipation washed over me as I realized what was happening. They were spelling out a word, one letter at a time.

"P-R-O-M?" the signs read, each player holding their letter with a wide grin.

My heart pounded in my chest. This wasn't just a simple question; it was a declaration of love, a promise of a night to remember. Luke turned to me, his eyes filled with hope and a touch of nervousness. He signed, "Will you go to the prom with me?"

A thousand emotions swirled within me. Joy, surprise, and a deep sense of gratitude. I nodded, my smile wide and genuine. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized how lucky I was to have found someone who loved me so deeply, someone who understood me in a way that few others could.

The team erupted in cheers, their voices blending with the distant hum of the bleachers. In that moment, surrounded by love and acceptance, I knew I had found something truly extraordinary.

As the day of the prom approached, Luke was busy with practice and the usual end-of-year chaos, but he always made time for us. We'd spend hours at the local coffee shop, our hands intertwined as we shared secrets and dreams for the future. He was my loudest cheerleader, even when I struggled to believe in myself.

The night of the prom arrived, and as I adjusted my tie in the mirror, I felt a flutter of excitement. Luke was picking me up, and we had planned everything down to the last detail. He had been secretive about one aspect of the evening, and curiosity danced within me.

When he arrived, he was the epitome of a high school dream, his suit impeccably tailored, his hair styled to perfection. But it was the look in his eyes that took my breath away—pride, affection, and a deep connection that transcended words.

The gymnasium was transformed into an enchanted garden, twinkling lights casting a warm glow over the couples dancing to the music. Luke had a surprise for me; he'd worked with the DJ to include songs with a strong beat, so I could feel the rhythm through the floor. He led me to the center, his hands guiding me, speaking a language of love that needed no translation.

As we moved together, the world around us faded into a blur of lights and laughter. In that moment, it was just Luke and me, two souls entwined, our hearts beating in unison. He leaned in, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "I love you, Jaxon," his hands echoing the sentiment in fluid signs.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze, and signed back, "I love you too, Luke."

The music may have been the backdrop of the night, but our silent symphony was the true melody of love. As we danced, we lost ourselves in the music, in each other's embrace. The world around us faded away, leaving only Luke and I in our own little bubble of happiness. When the music finally ended, we stood still, our eyes locked. A moment passed, filled with unspoken emotions, before Luke leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips.

And as spring turned into summer, I knew that with Luke by my side, every season would be filled with the promise of new beginnings and a love that defied silence.

[tagedeszorns]

Any good non fic recommendations?

That depends on your interests, of course. I'm particularly interested in the Roman Empire at the transition point from Republic to Empire (which could also explain my enjoyment of Warhammer, but there may be other reasons for that). And here especially military and everyday culture. I'm less interested in politics, but of course a lot of private matters were also political at that time.

Although I have to admit that this point in time is very soft and fluid. I'm just as interested in the Bellum Sociale and the whole Sulla/Marius tragedy as I am in the later British campaigns. I'm really not being very scholarly here.

A few good books for starters here are:

SPQR by Mary Beard. A quick and easy read and a tour de force through roman history from the kings to the fall of the emperors. I found it entertaining, but you should start with it, since if you are already deeper into the subject it doesn't offer much new insight.

A few books by my favourite experimental archaeologist, Marcus Junkelmann. I don't know if his books were translated into English, though. This guy builds and uses all the equipment he and his colleagues dig up! He marched across the Alps and along the Limes in legionary equipment, fought as a gladiator (various styles) and trained military horses the way the roman legion did. He's fucking awesome!

Gladiatoren. A very in depth look on the equipment, its ties to the development of military weapon and armour from the same time and on the living conditions of gladiators. Very good! If you can read/understand German, this book's a must have!

Die Reiter Roms, part one to three by the same author. So many details, so much context for archaeological finds! So many practical tests! Loved that. If you want to know why a letter from London to Rome took only a week in the first century? This is your book! Interested in the mounted police of the north-eastern border? This book.

A lighter read: 24 hours in Ancient Rome by Philip Matyszak. Exactly this. A whole day at augustinian Rome. With all the religious, mundane and political stuff that happened. You want to know more about roman firefighters? The system of political influence? Medical treatments for the poor? That's your book!

Some more military history: Roman Britain's Missing Legion - What really happened to IX Hispana by Simon Elliott. So much detective work and a lot of context, especially with the fleets, too. Liked that!

That's just a small slice of the cake - that field is vast and so much fun.

But if you are interested in some very good military fiction (backed by the most recent archaeological finds - so constantly changing, I'm afraid), you should absolutely take a look at the "Under the Eagle" series by Simon Scarrow. Very Warhammer in its own way. Great characters! The hard-ass Centurio Macro and the survivor of roman palace politics, young scribe-turned-Optio Cato become unlikely friends. And have lots of adventures. Blood and stuff.

And here's some roman AU Lucius as a treat.

[eatanorange]

The Commodification of Friendship

I've seen it. You've seen it. This post is not in reaction to that post so aptly and beautifully put by tumblr user vikingfunerals. I am reacting to the person I know well who reposted it to an instagram story. A partner, a friend, a situationship, whatever they want to call themself in relation to me and the way we care for eachother. I'd call them my partner but thats besides the point, too, rather it explains the level of my emotional response.

Never have I been more irate to see a post I agree with wholeheartedly. Again, I'm yelling at someone in my personal life, but in a safe expression of anger way bc they don't know I have this account, and not op.

This is a letter to them through an anonymous blog to the void so that I can stay true to myself and a boundary I recently drew with them due to their insistence that I tell them what I need, what they can do for me, and the moment I did they push it off, push me off to the boundaries of their life, because they're too busy burning themself out for everyone else to have time to let this be good.

to let something (our curated relationship) be good, be for them, as much as it is for me, with plenty of reciprocity but no transactional nature. Because god forbid I want to fulfill their needs, too.

how dare you post something about the commodification of friendship and the duty we have to be there for each other, and then refuse to let anyone do that for you.

As if all the people you 'need' to please somehow made you forget along the way that you're a person too. One with *gasp* needs. How dare you post this as a scapegoat for developing boundaries. Even atlas needed a spine to hold up the sky.

that post, coming from you? A diluted take from an emotionally dehydrated person, whose ash remnants of personality grate the healthy lungs and sting the eyes of those who care for you. You won't see me expecting a spark from a lighter with no fluid left.

the post in question:

now imagine you're me, reading that posted by someone who doesn't ask for anything. who consistently exhibits signs of burnout, who is pessimistic to a point that they are unable to tell me what works for them, the only phrasings they know are to point out what is 'wrong' or not working. Who is a friend to me, no questions asked, but doesn't let me be their friend back because of their insistence that that would make it commodification. Imagine how frustrating it is to be cared for by someone, to let them show that care, and then when you try you're met with "there's nothing anyone can do". I'd imagine op doesn't want you to endlessly prioritize your DIScomfort too. Fool (/loving anger, rage of afab ancestors, etc).

You believe this post? You want to embody this? Ask for help/support then. I dare you. Double dare. Believe that I actually would at the drop of a hat. Because you're my friend. Because I love you. Because you're a human being who innately deserves to be taken care of, too. That's the point of the goddamn post. Fuck you.

[mayor-ghoul]

Maxi (My OC)

Maxi can't remember much pre ghoul things, she can't even remember her face before. She never hated a ghoul cause she spent longer as a ghoul than a human anyway

She does remember having children, nothing more than that. No names or faces. If she met a clone of her child, she would have no idea who it was. That hurts the most. She feels guilty for it, she feels like a bad mother. She couldn't save them during the bombs, and now she can't save their memory either

Was married to Hancock, hell, technically still is. They have an open relationship but they haven't seen each other in ages. She used to write to him, but she never sent the letters. She reads through them and groans at how sappy they are - He would protest about that, even if he did love it

She wanders the nothing, taking odd jobs and helping people out. She was in New Vegas when House got taken down. Funnily enough she happened to be a courier too

She has no wedding ring. Hancock got high and had a weird trip. That was when he proposed. He gave her the closest thing to him, and then insisted she keep it the day after he sobered up. It was a lighter with no fluid. So essentially broken??

Cons

Stubborn as hell, like seriously, once her mind is made its made for sure.

Doesn't know when to shut her mouth, it has gotten her in so much shit

No sense of direction, sure made being a courier harder

[kitkatartstuff-moved]

Love Letters and Lighter Fluid(2)

Ok so like,,,, there are going to be a lot of flashbacks. If I’m being honest, the first things I wrote were the beginning and the end, so I hope the middle is ok! Anyways, LLALF part 2!!

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1

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Andrew woke up to sunlight streaming directly into his face and surrounded by orange. He didn’t even remember falling asleep.

He sat up and gathered the notes, then dropped them on his desk. He’d look at these when he got a bite to eat and when his body didn’t feel like lead. There was a note on the fridge from Nicky, and Aaron was still sleeping.

When he got back to his desk, he sat down and glared at the monstrosity of orange on his desk.

‘Jesus, Neil, you couldn’t have chosen a color that was easy on the eyes?’ Andrew thought. Like blue. Blue was calm, grounding. Blue was safe.

And a nice shade of icy blue was unfortunately not what he was dealing with right now. He skimmed through the pieces of paper, some were the size post-its, some had dozens of creases. All of them had the same loose writing, some in smudged graphite, some in stark ink.

Andrew skimmed through them all, searching for Neil.

---

The new transfer student was already intriguing enough when he got to Palmetto High. Messy ginger hair and weary blue eyes. And the scars. It was hard to miss the scars. 

The teacher introduced him as Neil Josten. The boy, Neil, dipped his head in a half-hearted greeting, then made a beeline for the back of the room, straight towards the empty desk next to Andrew. 

Curious.

-

“Hey junkie, I got your note.”

“I didn’t think you would.”

Andrew scoffed as he sank into the seat across from Neil.

 “If you didn’t want me to find it, maybe you should have chosen another color.”

“I never said I didn’t want you to find it.”

Andrew just pinned him with a stare. 

“If you don’t have anything to say, that’s fine, because I do. You’re coming with me, Nicky, Aaron and Kevin tonight.”

“Where?”

“Columbia. We’re all going to have a friendly chat.”

“I can’t. My parents won’t let me.”

“Neil, neil, neil. Didn’t I tell you that I don’t like liars? Kevin says he recognizes you. He says he has seen your face before, and that he has questions. Maybe it’s just him trying to bond with his new rookie striker. I doubt it though.”

Neil’s face tightened. 

“What do you want.”

“I want to know why Kevin looks at you like he’s seen a ghost. I want to know why every time he looks at you, you look like he’s just told the world your deepest secrets. You heard about his little accident at Edgar Allan yes?”

Andrew chuckled, then leaned in with a smile that didn't meet his eyes.

“That wasn’t an accident. It turns out Edgar Allan’s number one has a nasty temper.See I made him a promise. I told him I would protect him. I don’t trust the way you look at him. Do you know that he will not tell me a thing when it comes to you? He says he knows you while you deny any connections to him when asked. Your loose ends aren’t adding up.

“I’m not a math problem.”

“But I’ll still solve you.”

Neil snorted. “You’d have to solve your own first.”

Andrew’s smile widened. 

“Oooh, there he is. Neil Josten, a man of many surprises. And secrets. I wonder what will come next hm? Well I guess we’ll find out tonight. I need an address.”

He watched  Neil’s eyes, and he could practically see gears turning as he assessed the situation.

“Fine.”

------------------------

Andrew sighed, staring at the ceiling. As entertaining as reminiscing was, it was getting him nowhere. It didn’t stop him from remembering Neil’s tired desperation as he argued with Kevin over his past, as he begged him to just let him have this one thing. 

The look on Kevin’s face then had said he expected Neil’s confession, but he still looked taken aback. Kevin had been on the verge of a panic attack, and it took not only Andrew, but also Neil to calm him down. 

He remembered how shaken Neil had been after the whole encounter. How his eyes sparked back to life with adrenaline and fear, how every muscle in his body indicated that he would bolt at any second. 

The next day, surprisingly enough, he’d still been there, but his eyes were still wide and alert. He’d smacked a post-it on his back while mimicking soothing circles.

‘Give your back to me,’ the paper read.

Andrew waited in the library, and then Neil had sunken beside him and said ‘ok.’

Andrew wondered how much of him had known that he would have to go, then shook himself back to the present and continued to thumb through the sea of paper.

-----

“So Kevin lives with you guys?”

“Yes.”

“And you go with him to night practices?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you play?”

“Tsk tsk, so many questions today. Last I checked, curiosity was for cats. And you are a fox.”

“Are you going to answer me?”

Andrew gave a dramatic sigh.

“I played freshman year. Nicky played too, he was a senior back then. He’s the one who made me do it. You’ll meet new people! Make new friends! It’ll be fun.” Andrew smiled, all sarcastic glee. “Those ‘friends’ weren’t too nice to him though. Nicky, I’m sure you’ve noticed, is very open about which way he swings. Those friends of his swung his way too. Just not in the way he’d expected.”

“I’m assuming they have something to do with why you quit?”

“I didn’t quit. I got kicked off. They should have expected it though. I told them what would happen if they laid a hand on him. They got what was coming.”

Neil went quiet.

-----

Neil was on the rooftop. When he heard Andrew, he turned and his eyes sparked with something Andrew couldn’t quite place.

“You’re back.”

“It was only a week.”

“Still. You seem different.”

“New meds. I’m supposed to stay on them for a month, and then they’ll ‘evaluate my progress.’ They have odd side effects.”

“Like what?”

“Like feelings. Like you.”

“I’m not a side effect.”

“You are a pipe dream.”

----

Andrew’s eyes buzzed in and out of focus. The orange flashed behind his eyelids every time he blinked. He glanced at the next piece of paper.

‘Kevin kept me 49 minutes late :(‘

‘Andrew that was exactly 48 hours ago what do you mean you don’t remember.’

‘How old is Wymack again? I think he’s 47. Not that you’d care.’

Andrew's breath caught, and he searched through each page.

‘46’

‘45’

‘44’

‘43’

No. No. How had he not noticed. He should have. He should have seen something like that straight away. Even with all the notes they exchanged on a daily basis. He dug through them all until he got to zero. 

‘I’ll be in the lockers after the game tonight. Are you coming? It’ll be interesting, I pr0mise.

See you there, 

Neil’

-----

“So you did come.” 

Neil didn’t smile. He didn’t need to.

“You were right. It was interesting to watch. How can someone so small be so fast?”

“I’m three inches taller than you.”

“And?” Andrew wrapped his fingers around the back of his neck and brought them forehead to forehead. “Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

------

The lockers. Andrew grabbed the keys off of his desk.

The codes for the doors hadn’t changed. That was a bit of a security risk, considering who Wymack had on his team, but Andrew supposed that was no longer a problem. He walked over to Neil’s locker and tried the combination.

3-10-4.

‘If you’re reading this, I have to admit I’m a little bit surprised. I couldn't explain much in the first one, and besides, I’ll need some time to figure things out.. A lot of these are pretty premature. But if you’re here, thank you for looking. See you at the gym I guess?

Neil’

[sunflowerharrington]

Could you write an one-shot or headcannons about “friends to lovers” with tate?

Hey babes! Of course I can :)

I have gone with doing Pre-Death and Post-Death Tate for this one as the circumstances are very much completely completely different.

Hope you enjoy, Nonnie <3

(i got wayy too into this, y’all)

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

— warning(s) - mentions of canon murder house events, mentions of rape and other forms of sexual assault, tate langdon should be a whole warning himself, mentions of child neglect, mentions of domestic abuse, the rubber man (tate langdon), arson, murder.

Friends To Lovers With Tate Langdon (Headcanons) GN!Reader

Pre-Death Tate

— one day you were just hanging out in the library on your own for some quiet time when a boy you didn’t know sat down across from you

— he talked to you about birds a lot, interested that you borrowed the book on birds he just returned

— you skimmed your fingers over his name, ‘tate langdon’ in pretty letters, you never expected such neat handwriting from him

— you two regularly met up in the library at lunch to talk about birds, the bands you both like and everything else under the sun

— the first time you met up with him outside of school was in the local park at night, immediately rushing over to the swing set to see who could swing the highest

— you won and tate threw a dramatic little tantrum over it, but you reassured him that he also had swung super high

— he held your hand while you reassured him, stroking his thumb on your skin. you were so close to him, one inch closer and you could have kissed him, but you didn’t because you didn’t think he liked you like that

— to be fair he did catch feelings first, it was a crush at first sight for tate and he nearly admitted to being in love with you the second time he saw you in the hallway the next day

— with you by his side you helped him through his tough times with his mom and bullies at school, and eventually you helped so much that the canon events were #thrown-out-the-window

— welllll, most of them

— (he still poured lighter fluid all over his mom’s boyfriend and lit him on fire… but like in canon doesn’t get charged for that)

— never took his anger out on you (in a SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED way) unless you consented at least ten times

— the first time you and tate kissed was back in the park on another late night, and it felt like heaven

— he ran into the park with you trying to catch up with him and immediately climbed up the ladder to the slide, and you did too

— he slid down and waited for you, and as you slid down he trapped you from getting up

— you two locked eyes and he gave you a little smile before leaning down

— “can i kiss you, babe?” your heart fluttered when he called you ‘babe’ and asked for your consent

— you said yes and then he pressed his lips against yours, cradling your face with his hands as he deepened the kiss

— and you ran your hands through his soft, fluffy hair, pulling him in closer

— BUT that’s only as far as it went that first time, the next time however…—

Tate

POV: you’re Violet’s slightly older sibling

— you and violet had wandered into the basement and looked around for a bit before both agreeing this house would be the one

— you settled in quite quickly and blaring your music seemed to have attracted a certain neighbour to your house; constance langdon, your nextdoor neighbour, who asked you to keep it down and that her son is downstairs and wants to meet you

— after she left you turned up your music even louder and ignored the fact that there was a boy downstairs

— he opened your door without warning and you shouted at him, saying you could’ve been changing

— “changing? why didn’t you invite me sooner then?” he was such a flirt from the get go, and that smirk melted your knees

— you two shared a love for nirvana and all things rock music, and birds too. tate got you interested in birds

— at first he wanted to befriend you and your sister, violet, so he could manipulate you two easier but that obviously didn’t go to plan as tate quickly caught feelings for you

— nora montgomery “rocked up” to your house one day and told you all about the history, including tate’s death and that he’s a ghost

— you were freaked out at first but also thought it was pretty cool to have a someone close to you that is a ghost, but also you were a bit skeptical of his intentions now given his history

— you were still open to being friends though, as people can change, no matter who they are they can change, and you can see that tate has

— one night something in the air had changed, and as tate couldn’t leave the murder house, you had a little date in your bedroom which ended with tate walking you to your bed and giving you a ‘platonic but not really platonic’ kiss on the lips and a sweet smile

— you weren’t done though, as he turned to leave you grabbed his arm and pulled him backwards, and he almost tripped and fell but thankfully it was onto your bed

— you stood between his legs and pulled him into a deep kiss, and after that, the rest was history. and yes, he did murder you that night so you two could be together forever and ever

i hope this is what you wanted, nonnie :)

taglist: @xxlangdon @sympathyforher @unlivingdreams @quickiesgirl would anybody else like to be added to the taglist? let me know! <3

[dabis-girl]

Don’t Push me, I’m too close to the edge.

𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀/𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: edging, overstimulation,poly relationship, bi-sexual characters, humiliation, BDSM, clit stimulatin, sex toys, DDLG-Ish, cumshot.

𝐀/𝐍: I just wanna thank y’all for the 400 followers 🥰 and this took a bit longer than expected but ya know that how depression works. But this is probably this longest this that I have ever written this app and who knows maybe this will be a regular thing for me

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5𝐤 this shit long asf to me but it’s worth it I promise.

𝐁𝐭𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

After wrapping up with Dabi you had to find some excuse to email your professor. Ultimately it came down to you your cat jumping on your computer. But, you really didn’t have much time to worry about that before he was pulling you into the shower. He took his time washing you up and planting tender kisses on your skin. You couldn’t help but cling to your man as your knees were still weak from your scene. Dabi had to ‘work’ but you really know that means he needed to ride around and hit licks. He always gave you the choice of coming along or staying at the house and more than likely you’d go. It was fun to ride around with a boyfriend that was the plug while anticipating the return of your dreamy college boy.

“ You coming with me today, or you stayin’ in?” He asked wrapping you up in a towel and placing you pert on the bathroom counter. Dabi took his time to put toothpaste on both your and his toothbrush and handed you yours.

“ I don’t know.” You said kicking your feet. Dabi rolled his eyes before spitting into the sink. But in your defense it was a tough decision riding with Dabi was always interesting,sometimes you wondered who were these people that he sold too? But you knew that Keigo plans for you. Your train of thought was derailed by your impatient boyfriend.

“ Are you gonna stay here and wait for Keigo, or do you want to come with me and see him when we come back?” He explained with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Do you want me to come with you?” You teased although you’d made your decision mimicking his actions of spitting in the sink.

“Don’t be a brat.” He warned. “ Matter of fact you’re staying here I don’t need your bratty ass in my passenger seat tempting me today. I like it when you’re a good little assistant. Keigo will take care of that.” He said. The two of you finished brushing your teeth and he rushed to get ready while you simply put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Dabi got dressed in the usual white v-neck, black jacket, and jeans. He made sure to leave you money to get whatever you wanted to get and gave you and kiss on the forehead. You knew he’d be back sometime tonight so you didn’t worry too much because he always came back. In the meantime, there was perfect blonde with golden eyes that was due home any second and you couldn’t wait. It wasn’t too long before Keigo returned, it was Friday and he didn’t have any more classes.

Not long after your pizza arrived and you finally found something to watch you heard keys in the door. It was only a few minutes after Dabi pulled off, it was either him forgetting something or Keigo's test was a breeze. Much to your surprise it was Keigo he always took like the max amount of time on his test. He was delighted to see you perched on the sofa.

“ Keigo!” You chirped upon his arrival.

“Hello, my songbird.” He huffed the exhaustion seeped through normally chipper tone, before he threw himself on the sofa.

“How was your test?” You asked, twisting your blanket nervously.

“It was bullshit.” Keigo answers. “But at least it’s over now and there’s pizza.” He said, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

It was quiet for a while as the only sound was that the dull roar of the tv. You weren’t even paying attention to the movie anymore because every twenty seconds you gazed over to your boyfriend sitting at the other end of the sofa, not paying you any mind. The longer he sat there scrolling through his phone the needier you grew. You had been waiting on this return all day just the be ignored. You could feel your bottom lip poking out as your eyebrows stiffened into a straight line.

Still, without paying you any mind Keigo picked up his backpack and started rummaging through it. Eventually, he pulled out a zip-lock baggie filled halfway with special flowers, following that came a pack of Honey backwoods and another pack of Russian cream’s. Those were for Dabi. You sat there and watched him roll up, the way that he could lick a wood to perfection always intrigued you. He sent you to fetch him a lighter and reluctantly obliged. One he sparked it and hit it a few times then he passed it to you. You didn’t smoke nearly as much before you met Dabi but it started getting out of hand when you moved in with him and Keigo, you were beginning to act like them smoking yourself stupid everyday.

He looked so good when he was smoking. The way he effortlessly inhaled the clouds of smoke. The two of you passed the wood until it was a stinger. Your eyelids felt like weights. Smoking always made you horny and you were already in anticipation waiting for Keigo’s return. You sat there feeling as if you were moving faster than the world around you. It was like you were hyper fixated on trying to figure out what he was thinking, was he doing it on purpose, or were you just that horny?

“Are you high Princess?” He asks with a laugh, breaking you out of thought. What kind of question was that? Of course, you were. All you could manage a nod and chuckle. “That’s good.” He began. “You know if I fail my test it’ll kinda be your fault.” He said with a laugh looking over to you.

“My fault?!” You scoffed dramatically.

“Yeah, your fault, the only thing in my head during the whole exam was you.” He leaned over to roughly knead your breast. ”And every time I tried to solve an equation all I could hear were your whorish moans in my ear.” He explained.

“Oh shut up.” You said snatching yourself away from his touch.

“I’m serious, and the worst part was I got a boner in the middle of it so then I really really couldn’t focus.” He didn’t spare any detail retelling the agony he was in. “But now I’m home with you to put my out of my misery.” A deviant smirk crept across his face before he forcefully tugged your shirt causing your body to fall forward. There was an unmistakable lustful fire in his eyes.

He abruptly left the couch returning with a white box with pink lettering. A gift? Or at least you thought it was a gift but that theory was debunked when you saw Keigo tear into the box himself. Seconds later he unceremoniously revealed a pink and white Hitachi wand, it was custom with your name monogrammed on the handle. It was nice and you wished that he would let you have it but you knew for a fact that wasn’t happening but he could at least show it to you. And he did eventually, looking at the toy excited you even more, and at this point, it was teetering on the brink of torture. Maybe this is what Keigo was talking about.

He told you everything about the toy, it was rechargeable, wireless it had 14 different modes and it was special, he ordered it just for you. You stared up at him wide-eyed practically begging him to play with you, yet still he was acting clueless. By now you had figured out that he was doing it on purpose it wanted you desperate, you were typically too shy to beg but the boys were known for pushing your limits. Keigo locked eyes with you and the two of you shared an intense gaze you wore the looking of longing plainly on your face, silently submitting to him.

“Do you wanna try it?” He asked nonchalantly.

“Yeah.”

“Me too but I have an idea.” He began and his sadistic smile returned. “I’m gonna edge you, yeah that’s what I decided until I get my test scores back depending on what I get we’ll see when I let you cum.” He explained. It was like he had it all figured out. Like he had been planning it. Perhaps that’s what he had been so quiet since his arrival.

You were still up in the clouds but his idea had brought you back down to Earth surely there was no way that he wouldn’t let you cum for who knows how long and there’s no way that Dabi would be able to hold you to it, or would he. That sadistic motherfucker will probably love the idea, anything that would turn you into even more of a needy bitch. You still hadn’t replied, the idea was just sitting in your mind, there was no way that you could tell him no just look at that face, besides he wasn’t asking anyways.

“Oh but I still want head.”

“How is that fair?” You whined.

Meanwhile, Keigo got up from the couch once again. This time he came back with the bondage tape. What the hell was going on in that barbarous mind of his. Suddenly you felt his grasp on your arm pulling you right into his lap.

“C’mere.” was the only warning he gave.You could feel his erection through the bearly there material of your shorts. A small whimper fell from your mouth at the friction, not to go unnoticed.

He made quick work Undressing you, it was a miracle that you never wore underwear in the house or hardly at all for that matter. Instantly his attention focused on your leaking slit. “ Oh my God look at your sloppy little cunt.” He said swiping the pads of his fingers over your clit causing you to shutter in response.

Keigo was sicker than Dabi he liked to torture you but he truly got off on pushing your limits Dabi just got off on the idea of humiliating you. He rested his hand on the top of your tummy lightly tapping his fingertips on your skin. A subtle arch of you back was giving away just how needed you were. Continuing his teasing he ran his fingers over your slick core. After he’d gathered a good amount of your fluid on his fingertips he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting your arousal. Your hole quivered in response, but the real kick was when you found his wet fingers resting in your bottom lip. Obeying his request you sucked his fingers into your mouth tasting the mixture of your fluids.

He praised you with a smile before he pulled off a strip of tape. Lining the head of the Hitachi up with your clit he taped it into place, he added another strip of tape at the bottom of the wand securing it in place. Then he turned it on low and the small vibrations began to stimulate your cunt and you pulled a lustful face.

“Remember little bird you aren’t allowed to cum.” His eyes darkened before he spoke again. “You don’t wanna find out what’ll happen if you disobey me.” He finished, you nodded your head in agreement. It wasn’t enough for him he locked his hands in your curls pulling your head back and allowing your mouth to fall open. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes Sir.” You gulped as Keigo turned up the vibrations. Now they were a bit intense and you found yourself involuntarily bucking your hips every now and then.

“Perfect” Keigo agreed before sliding you off of his lap. He pulled out his already stiff dick, the tip was red, oozing with precum and your favorite part, decorated with a red titanium Prince Albert piercing. You licked your lips upon laying eyes on his member, someone’s hungry. “C’mere then you little slut.” He said roughly grasping the back of your neck to bring your mouth to meet his dick. “Keep your legs together, gotta make sure we keep that nast clit stimulated.” He said with a chuckle.

You were a superb cocksucker, Dabi made sure of that. So Keigo didn’t really have to do much. He just sat back and relaxed as your head bobbed up and down. Lewd noises began to fall from his mouth, it was like the vibrations from your pussy turned into moans around his dick. A heavy hand rested on the back of your head as you continued working away, Keigo then snaked his hands between your legs turning the vibrations up to the max. You gagged on his dick at the sudden change of intensity, the hand on the back of your head became more forceful pushing you down on his cock while his hip rutted into your face.

“Yeah just like that princess. Keigo praised. Your pussy was gushing by this point, throbbing and clasping down on the emptiness you felt. The low guttural moans turned into lustful whines. Keigo withdrew his dick from your mouth with a pop just in time to paint your face with hot thick ropes of cum. That mixed with the slobber made you into a perfect mess. You were still mewling at the vibrator stuck between your legs to overcome with pleasure to think. “Now let’s see how much of a mess your pussy is now.”

He had you lay on your back legs spread finally allowing the Hitach to ease off of your clit. The toy still buzzed frantically Against your inner thigh causing ripples in the soft skin Keigo ran his fingers over your clit once more and you shuttered hard at his touch. “Sensitive now aren’t we?” He laughed, still brushing light circles on your clit bringing to the edge rather quickly.

“Please, Sir.” You moaned. “C-can I c-uuummm please sir.” You said gripping the sofa cushions underneath you.

“There’s no time sweetheart.” He said, pulling out his phone and unlocking it quickly before Turning it off and putting it back into his pocket. “Dabi’s almost home, go wait at the door for him. I want him to see my masterpiece.” He said with a smug grin.

~~~~~~~~~~

Dabi walked through the door and he was visibly taken back by you sitting at the door waiting with a full face paint and a vibrator attached to your leg, Jesus Keigo. Dabi was disappointed that he wasn’t creative enough to think of something like that. He felt his cock twitch instantly in his jeans upon laying eyes on you. It was like something that he could only dream of. How did Keigo get you to agree to something like this?

“Hi, beautiful.” He said looking down at you on your knees before him with half lidded eyes and his forehead cocked back trying his best to conceal his excitement. “Looks like you got a neat little face paint going on here.” He said, examining Keigo’s work. It took seconds for Dabi’s cock to be straining against his zipper.

“D-addy.” You whined as the Hitachi was still pressed to your aching cunt. Keigo finally spoke up from the corner of the room.

“A doll isn’t she?” He was wearing the widest grin.Strolling proudly over to Dabi he created him with a kiss. Your black haired boyfriend gripped the blonde's jaw asserting his dominance in the interaction before pushing him away. The blonde stumbled backwards itha a grin on his face. Your hole shivered from the ongoing vibrations and the hotness of the scene in front of you let out a loud lewd moan uncontrollably, throwing your head back.

“Yeah a twisted like doll.” Dabi answered.

“ I’m edging her. Think she can take it?” He explained regaining his balance strolling over to pat your head.

“Oh, this princess? No way.” He said nudging your knee with the tip of his boot. Your face was buried in Dabi’s crotch while two men just chatted about you as if you weren’t in the room.

Keigo whisked you away to the living room with Dabi in tow of course, the pervert was going to watch. Keigo laid you down pressing your knees apart, shoving them up towards your ears. Your sensitive bud was temporarily relieved from the vibe. He was inspecting you, he could see your clit jumping from the overstimulation.

“Dabi looking, she’s dancing.” Keigo cheered. Dabi came over to look and he was right, your little pink nub was jumping up and down. Keigo shoved his pants down and sat beside you before pulling you to straddle his lap with you back to his chest.

It wasn’t a second before his dick was inside of you and a horrible groan fell from your lips from his insertion. It’s impossible you are going to bust. He was making you ride him with each of your feet planted on either side of him. You couldn’t help it, you screamed as your hips bucked off of his dick, body trying to run from the overwhelming sensation. Keigo’s grip was tight on your hips as he pulled you down forcing you to fuck yourself on his entire length. Through the fresh tears that welled in your eyes you could see Dabi sitting on the other couch with his dickin in his hand, pumping it mercilessly. The look in his eye was unlike anything you’d ever seen from him.

Keigo could sense your loss of focus and bucked his hips into you, hitting that sensitive spot within you. Now you were seeing stars, howling for release.

“Dabi I think she wants you to play to” Keigo said

“Well that’s all you had to say Princess. Dabi said, ejecting himself from the sofa and positioning himself in front of you and Keigo. You weren’t even given the chance to part your lips before once again Keigo had a rough hand in your hair yanking it causing you mouth to fall open, giving Dabi the perfect opportunity to slip into your mouth. The cold of his Jacobs ladder piercings provided a nice contrast to the heat of your tongue.

Your moans and screams were now choked as you sputtered around Dabis base, your neck taught trying to push for any resistance you could. Eventually you were granted a break, your lung swelled with air and your first exhale was used to beg for mercy. Your words came out broken as the man beneath you continued snapping his hips to meet yours.

“Pl-lug-ease sir I need to cum I-I can’t hold it anymore.” You whined breathlessly.

“God I know.” Keigo moaned. “The way you are fucking milking me I’m gonna-.” He didn’t even finish his sentence before he emptied himself inside you. When he pulled out there were long ribbons of your stifled arousal mixed with his that connected the two of you. “See Princess I knew you could do it.” He said as he reached around you to give you cunt a slap. “Told ya.” He tossed in looking up at Dabi taunting him with a wink.

Your body was nearly limp as Dabi moved aside to allow Keigo to peel you off of him, placing you on the couch on your back once more. This time the room is spinning and you know that you can’t take anymore stimulation without release. To you delight the vibrator was finally turned off and the buzzing cesed, however your clit was raw. You whimpered when you felt his soft wet muscle. It wasn’t long before he bypassed your nub and his tongue prodded at your quivering hole. It wasn’t for you, Keigo's slender tongue hastily lapped up the mixture of you two. Quickly withdrawing himself before walking over to Dabi. One of his hands caressed his jaw before he brought his lips to meet those of the dark haired man.

Unlike before, Dabi leaned into the kiss with an eagerness. Keigo hand then moved to clutch his still hard dick. He then began to stroke him. You watched dreamily through half lidded eyes, the sight was titillating to say the least. Your eyes dragged over your spent form, knowing that you couldn’t take anymore. Soon thick white ropes were shooting from Dabi’s cock, each one landing on your exposed belly skin leaving a warm aura around them.

“You just came for me fire crotch.” Keigo teased.

“Shut the fuck up.” Dabi said shoving him away before stuffing himself back into his pants. Dabi disappeared into the room emerging with a warm towel.

Keigo left to find you comfy clothes, he came back with a pair of fuzzy shorts and your favorite of his hoodies. While Dabi was cleaning up your face Keigo was untapping the vibrator at last. Once everything was done and you were all cleaned up and changed the boys cuddled into either side of you. Your head was in Dabi’s lap as he gingerly brushed your curls into a bun and your feet were in Keigo's lap and he was playing ‘this little piggy’ with your toes.

It then dawned on you that you had still yet to cum. A deep aching called to you and you whimpered in response.

“Ready for more, eh princess?”

[kindofwriter]

Hello Skyjacks fandom, may I please introduce you to my favourite thing to do: turn RPG scenes I love into TV scripts. I’ve never done a scene that doesn’t have fluid dialogue before, so this is more of an edit, but aah! Flashbacks, my beloved! From ep 15.

Transcript under the cut:

INT. TAVERN. DAY.

TRAVIS' footsteps echo as he picks his way around upturned tables and towards the bar. JONNIT and GABLE remain by the door.

TRAVIS pauses and lifts up an overturned tankard. He tilts it, and a few dregs drip to the floor.

TRAVIS: Well, we might be able to at least scavenge something.

TRAVIS: Well, we might be able to at least scavenge something.

GABLE: I think our best bet is probably to find the warehouse. Get as many supplies as we can to get us to the next port, then try and trade there.

TRAVIS has reached the bar at this point. He hops over it, then begins inspecting bottles.

TRAVIS: Guess I'll start here.

GABLE makes a move towards the bar. JONNIT stumbles after them.

GABLE: Trav- Hey! This isn't the warehouse!

TRAVIS picks up a tall glass bottle, flips it in the air and catches it again, then begins to pour it into a whiskey-sized glass he found behind the bar. He is beginning to make a Maelstrom.

TRAVIS: Can I get you anything?

GABLE stops just before the bar, JONNIT beside them. They pause for a second, look to JONNIT, then sit.

GABLE: You know what? What the hell. Uh, what do they have back there?

JONNIT tentatively sits beside GABLE.

TRAVIS: Well, uh, do you have a signature drink?

GABLE: No.

A smirk, softer than usual, spreads across TRAVIS' face.

TRAVIS: Would you like one?

GABLE: Uuh...

His own drink poured, TRAVIS begins to mix something for GABLE.

TRAVIS: Jonnit, would you like something?

JONNIT: Uuh, I'll take a pickle?

With his back to his companions, TRAVIS gives another small smile. He turns.

TRAVIS (with a jovial eye-roll): Well, there's the jar.

TRAVIS slides a large jar of pickles down the bar at JONNIT. JONNIT opens it, grabs a pickle, then fidgets in his seat for a moment.

JONNIT: Hey Gable? This is kinda maybe something for a little later, but-

TRAVIS pours something into GABLE's glass that makes the clear liquid begin to smoke. He grabs a shot glass and begins pouring something into it.

JONNIT; I was wondering, when we get back in the air, this thing-

JONNIT gestures to his forehead.

JONNIT: Has been on my mind a lot, and, uh, I just wanted to know: would you maybe be interested in  helping me figure out what it is, how to use it? I feel like it's, it's special. And I wanna be able to call on it when I want, but I don't know how. And it's sometimes a little scary.

TRAVIS sets the shot glass in front of GABLE - it's filled with blood red liquid - then grabs another bottle.

GABLE: Jonnit, from what I've seen you're capable of some incredible things. Things that I know are frightening to you, and I know you have a desire to control. But those things are quite unique to you. As far as I know, perhaps it's divine magic, but it's nothing I've ever encountered. When it comes to magic  the most powerful thing I've found you can do is to allow yourself to do it.

JONNIT: To just... let it happen?

TRAVIS places the smoking glass before GABLE and picks up his own drink. JONNIT and GABLE pause their conversation to look at him.

TRAVIS: To letting ourselves be ourselves from time to time. Even if it is a little painful.

GABLE: Take flight.

JONNIT: Take flight.

TRAVIS: Take flight.

JONNIT crunches down on his pickle. GABLE takes a sip. TRAVIS watches them over the rim of his own glass.

GABLE: This is delicious! It's not often we get to.. have fun?

As TRAVIS downs his drink, GABLE turns back to JONNIT.

GABLE: Just, don't be afraid of it, is what I mean.

JONNIT: I feel like that just ends up with me waiting around for it to happen, and it happens when it wants to, and I feel like I want it to happen when I want it to.

GABLE: You feel that it controls you?

TRAVIS sets his now empty glass down on the bar. He pokes about a little, finds some peanuts and chucks a couple into his mouth.

JONNIT: Yeah. I wanna be in control.

GABLE: That's wise. I'm not sure how much I can help-

JONNIT's shoulders droop, and he tries really hard not to let the disappointment show on his face. To hide it, he takes a bite of the pickle.

GABLE: But I can show you how I do my thing.

JONNIT: Yeah, uh, that'd be great. Thanks, Gable.

TRAVIS wanders out from behind the bar, winding around tables, clearly looking to see if anyone has dropped anything. He reaches a corner, tucked away behind a support beam, where there is a small, square table for playing Illimat. 

TRAVIS runs his fingers over the grain and a slightly glazed look overtakes his face. He begins to take a seat and-

CUT TO:

INT. BAR. DUSK.

The exact same place, only now it's bustling. A shanty plays in the background. The scene is packed with characters. Out the window we can see, across a fog-less mountain top, the sun is preparing to set. 

TRAVIS is sitting in the exact same seat we just saw him drop into, but he looks different. Same coat, but it's newer, better maintained. There's a softness to his face and a lightness to his eyes that we haven't seen before. He looks younger, though of course he isn't.

Across from TRAVIS is sat a burly man with curls pulled back into a ponytail. The two have almost finished playing a game of Illimat.

TRAVIS makes a move, and the crowd that have gathered around them cheer - it looks like he's going to win. The sly look TRAVIS gives his competitor confirms this.

With a flick of his wrist, the COMPETITOR plays his card, and the crowd goes wild. He crosses his arms and leans back, smirking at TRAVIS.

For a moment TRAVIS looks confused, then he begins to reach across the table.

TRAVIS: You cheated!

COMPETITOR (rumbling: )Didn't take you for a sore loser.

TRAVIS: That was the only card you could have possibly played to win. The odds are impossible.

COMPETITOR: Guess fate was just on my side.

That gets TRAVIS' hackles up.

TRAVIS: No, that card was already in the harvest pile, I saw it!

As TRAVIS reaches for the deck a knife is thrown down, pinning the cards to the table.

COMPETITOR: Oi!

The COMPETITOR rises, looming over TRAVIS, who also quickly jumps to his feet.

COMPETITOR: That's not the way we play here.

The energy in the crowd has changed now. People are tense, anticipating a fight.

TRAVIS tries to respond to the man, but instead he bares his teeth, a short, sharp growl emitting from his throat. We see panic flare in TRAVIS' eyes as he notices the sun through the window behind the man's head: it's setting.

The COMPETITOR took this to be a sign of aggression and lunges for TRAVIS. TRAVIS winces, but before any damage can be done two other patrons have grabbed hold of the man. They begin to drag him from the table, mumbling that he's drunk and should head home, not worth it over a visitor etc.

The COMPETITOR reaches to grab something from the table - the money, TRAVIS assumes, and also starts reaching for it. However all he does is scoop a small snuff box up and shove it into his pocket.

People begin to move in towards TRAVIS, asking if he's alright, where he's staying, congratulating him on his skill. TRAVIS ignores them, covering his mouth with one hand as we hear the loud and painful snapping and twisting of his jaw.

With his other hand he scoops up what should have been the winnings and slinks out the door.

CUT TO:

EXT. TAVERN. DUSK.

Now lifting his cravat to cover his mouth, TRAVIS exits the tavern and starts to turn, aiming to slink down an alleyway. Before he does, however, his eyes are drawn to a commotion just past the warehouse. The COMPETITOR is still being guided away, into a bunk house down the street.

CUT TO:

EXT. TAVERN. DAY.

TRAVIS is stood outside the door in the exact same position, looking to the bunk house. Now, however, the tavern is dark and cold.He starts to walk towards the bunk house.

GABLE and JONNIT emerge, clearly confused.

GABLE (hissed): Travis?

JONNIT (whispered): Travis?

We pan out in order to see TRAVIS walking towards the bunk house and GABLE and JONNIT at the door simultaneously.

GABLE (slightly louder): Travis?

JONNIT (normal volume): Travis?

GABLE (yelling slightly); Travis!

JONNIT + GABLE: Travis!

TRAVIS continues to ignore them, having almost reached the door to the bunk house now.

GABLE shrugs to JONNIT.

GABLE: Well, I guess we don't need to go to the same place. Do you wanna go to the warehouse?

JONNIT nods and the pair set off.

CUT TO:

INT. BUNK HOUSE. DAY.

TRAVIS is just pushing open the door to the reception area. There are chairs and tables littered about - untidy, but not in disarray as the tavern had been. It's deadly silent.

Faint light filters in through the windows, but with the thick fog it does little to illuminate the room. TRAVIS reaches up and lights an oil lamp that hangs beside his head. It looks as if he lights it with his finger, but as he reaches to take the oil lamp down we see him palm a lighter.

Taking the lamp with him, TRAVIS makes his way down a corridor at the back of the room, lined on either side with doors. He pushes the first one he comes to, and it opens onto a set of bunks. The beds are unmade and there are a few belongings scattered about, but nothing that suggests a struggle.

We see TRAVIS continue down the corridor, pushing a few more doors, until suddenly he stops.

On the floor of this room, slightly tucked beneath a bunk, is a brass Illimat box, the one the COMPETITOR had laid on the table. The lid has been lost or removed.

TRAVIS crouches and reaches inside, lifting out a small snuff box. He closes his eyes, letting out a soft, slow breath. As he stands he pockets the snuff box, turning on his heel, only to stop in his tracks again. 

We pan round until we can see the back of the door. Etched into it, in thin, jagged letters, is the words 'IT IS TIME!'

TRAVIS pushes the door open and hurries out of the room, back towards the entrance.

[tettatonin]

“i have a lil 500 milestone event thingy going on rn in case u wanna join it JKSDBFKAJF”

*taps foot* you know what to do… kazefuyu n kazukei at its finest 🙁

u got it princess ♡ plus a surprise

KAZEFUYU

+ MARLBORO NIGHTS by LONELY GOD. they're the type of couple you see in an indie coming of age movie that everybody wants to be. a swift, young romance with secret meetups, dirty converse sneakers, and late night convenience store trips.

The late, summer afternoon seemed to go on longer the more they talked, minutes stretching to their limit like time itself wanted Chifuyu and Kaze to keep talking.

"Okay, okay. Would you rather..." he trailed, lightly pushing his foot against the ground to keep the slow momentum of his skateboard going.

She stares at him with furrowed brows. "Wait, wait. Its not fair that you get to use your skateboard while I have to walk."

"I'm carrying the snacks, it cancels it out." He says, holding up the plastic bag as evidence.

Kaze scoffs, eyes rolling at his response.

"Fine then," he says with a mischievous grin, putting his foot down to stop. "You ride it then. I'll walk."

"That's not what I meant—"

"It's not that hard," he says. "Trust me."

And so they continued down the road, time stretching once again as she held his hand, grip tightening when she felt like she was going to fall. Chifuyu would just stifle a laugh at her stumble but still readied himself to catch her, slowing down his walking pace every now and then to let her get used to kicking off.

KAZUKEI

+ MAMMAMIA BY MÅNESKIN. the most destructive duo you'll ever see. i wholeheartedly believe these two genuinely commit arson like its the most normal thing in the world. impulsivity runs in their veins 24/7. you know they love each other from how they only let one another mess with them. "kaze is for keisuke, and keisuke is for kaze" type of vibe.

Keisuke sat atop the ledge of his complex rooftop, fidgeting with his lighter. The item a worn out green and shoplifted months ago, but fluid never seemed to run out no matter how much he used it. He flicked button one last time, the chilly 3 am breeze threatening to put out the flame but it stood tall, lighting up the designs carved into the plastic in a warm glow. His thumb grazed over the initials burned onto one side, the letters burned with the needle she used to pierce his ear.

"Hey," a voice rings, accompanied by a sudden sharp pain in his ear and for a moment he thinks reminiscing the moment brought back its pain.

"Ah, dude!" Keisuke exclaims, the flame going out.

"You getting sentimental with the lighter or what?" Kaze smirks, tucking her hand back in her jacket pocket before taking a seat in beside him.

"No." he replies but she just raises her eyebrows, as if saying 'yeah, right'.

A moment of silence passes, one of the rare few as the two would always be loud. He examines her face, her cheeks and ears flushed a slight red from the cold and her eyes lowered to a halfway point, relaxed like nothing was wrong in the world.

"What do you wanna do tomorrow?" she asks, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear. "There's another gang down east that Mikey wants gone. Wanna go with Chifuyu or somethin'?"

Keisuke almost didn't hear her. She was so pretty and he wanted to blurt it out but he held back, not because she wasn't, but because it was cliché and the word didn't feel good enough. And he'd never tell her he loved her either for the same reasons; the absence of a better word to describe how he felt.

"No," he says. "Let's just stay home."

He could only tell her what she wanted to hear.

+ 500 mini-event !

since u've been on ur ran shit lately kaze ♡

KAZERAN

+ SHOW ME by TRIPLE H. i feel like one day ran just slipped into kaze's life to mess it up a bit but now he's having too much fun to leave. moments filled with arranged meetups in luxury hotels dressed in designer clothes and drenched in expensive perfume, saving all you couldn't say this time for the next.

"Where're you going now? It's midnight." She says.

Though the sky was shrouded in dark, the city never seemed to sleep. The lights felt like it could overpower it as it lit up the hotel room. Perhaps this was Ran's version of a normal person's daytime.

His eyebrow perks up at her remark, already fully dressed. "You've never seemed to question it before." He fixes his tie, glancing back at her before brushing his hair back in the mirror. "Has the mystery of me finally piqued your interest?" He smirks, already sensing the disgust on her face at the allegation.

"When you're dead, maybe." she jokes, lifting her unfinished glass of wine off the table and taking a long sip that finishes it off. With the way Ran simply came and went as he pleased, knowing his gory details didn't feel important. "Don't die, though." she added, for reasons she couldn't find the words to justify.

"Wouldn't dream of it." he smiles, making his way over to her and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm looking forward to our next arrangement."

[sillysunshinesstuff]

Dean looked to the heavens. 

“You’re a sick sonovabitch, ya know that!” 

He chucked the shovel, heard it thunk against the statue keeping watch over the dead. Santa María. Mother of Christ and mother of all. Her children dead at her feet. Dean wanted to spit on her. 

He grabbed the iron to pry open the coffins. 

“They died for you. They fucking died for you and your bullshit and you wouldn’t even let em’ rest proper after.” 

He jumped down and cracked the first coffin open. Bones. Just bones. Something clutched in skeletal fingers. 

“No, you let their souls rot.”

He reached down to pick it up. A simple rosary. Wooden beads. He put it in his pocket. There was something about it. 

He climbed out of the grave to hop into the next one. It would be more efficient to burn 'em one at a time, but it felt… wrong. They should go together he decided. 

“All they did was love each other. Ain’t that what your boy preached? Ain’t that what he was killed for? Strung up and bloodied for?” Dean couldn’t help muttering toward the sky. Something resentful was taking root in his soul. He could feel it. It gripped and grew and snagged. 

He cranked open the second and saw the same rosary in skeletal hands. He snatched that one too.

“They built all this for you. They died for you. And this is how you repay them.”

He jumped back out and picked up the salt, tearing open the bag with liquid rage flowing through him. 

“They gave everything for you and you can’t even look at em’.” Look at me, dad. 

He started vigorously shaking the salt over the two sets of bones. 

“Sent them away from the big pearly gates. Left them behind in this craphole.” I got a hunt for you.

Lighter fluid next. 

“Fuckin’ figures.” 

He lit two matches. One for each hand and held his arms straight out as he stood in the middle. He looked up at the close eyed face of Mary. They always looked away from suffering.

Dean could not believe in a god that didn’t believe in him. 

“You’re no goddamn father.” Yes, sir.

He dropped the matches. Felt the heat as the graves lit up. 

Suddenly, cold at his back. He turned his head and was thrown forward. Ah, the salt and burn didn’t work. 

He hit his head on the corner of Her pedestal. Hard. He looked up and saw them. 

They were lovely. 

They stood before him and he didn’t move. 

One flickered forward and bent down, one pair of ghostly hands reached toward him. The other simply watching her. Probably gonna snap his neck. Dean couldn’t find it in himself to care. 

Where he expected the ghostly chill of fingers on his neck, there was none. The hand reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the rosaries. Damn, he shoulda figured. 

What happened next would keep with him. 

The first nun- Juana- his mind supplies, she flickers back while the other flickers forward. Angelica. He can tell because of the birthmark on her cheek. He thought it was unique. It looked like a star. 

Angelica was suddenly before him and he could only gaze up, dazed and hurt. So very fucking hurt. 

She bent down, inches from his face. Her silky eyes forced him to meet her gaze. He was sure this was it. Happy birthday, Dean. 

She smiled. 

Raised a hand and he couldn’t help but flinch at the enormity of the end. 

A caress. Gentle. He opened his eyes and saw peach trees. The smell of wax with her scent. Letters carved into beads. A quick slit and her warm hand. Dean understood.

The hand retreated but the smile didn’t. Angelica flickered away and grabbed Juana’s hand. The light of their graves making the apparitions glisten something luminescent. Angelica handed over a rosary and somehow Dean knew what was carved into one of the beads. 

They looked at each other. Saw each other. And then they both threw their rosaries into the separate fires. 

They lit up and disappeared. 

Dean could only stare. He sat there, long after the embers cooled and the sun was peaking over the horizon. 

He raised his face and saw Mary looking down on him. “Amen, sisters.” 

His bones were stiff but he stood. He put one leg in front of the other and didn’t look back. 

~~~

Dean saw them on a rack on 7-11. They were cheap but it didn’t matter. He paid for two. 

He stood outside by the pump for a moment as he carved. 

He got back in the impala. Looked over at him. 

“Gotcha something.” He placed the rosary over Cas’ head. It fell quietly onto his neck. 

“Dean?” Cas gave it a quizzical look as Dean donned his own. 

“We match.” Dean said with a big smile. 

Castiel had focused on one bead in particular and a soft smile overtook the confusion. 

“We do.” 

Dean put the radio up and drove. 

A warm hand caught his own. A squeeze, a look, and it was okay. 

“Happy birthday, Dean.” 

Yeah, it was.

[deepinmydiary]

I searched for you after I left. I took a flashlight through the fog but i got lost without you guiding me.

I screamed for you after we didn't speak. I screamed for the ghost of you that haunted every bone in my body.

I felt for that body. I felt to try and pull those arms that once protected my soul around me one last time.

I felt for your breath on the back of my neck. I backed up until I fell off the bed. I felt for your body. The body that once melted in to mine. The one that fit my every curve and bend.

I reached for your hair to run my fingers through it the way I used to but my own hair on the pillow was all I found.

I cried for you. I cried out my anger and I cried out my bitterness for the way we ended. I cried out my resentment and confusion. I cried until my eyes swelled shut. Love poured out and on to the letters you wrote.

All I have left is sorrow and regret now.

All I have left are the raw feelings that have been open scabs for too long. The kind of scabs you don't have to touch to feel. They just burn.

But I stand tall for you. Because you'd never want me to fall short.

I stand high because I know you're doing the same and it inspires me.

I smile for you. I remember how you made me light up. I smile because I like to pretend I'm still on fire with you. You always liked to use too much lighter fluid.

I dress up for you. Even though I know you won't see. I imagine what you'd say if you did. I dress up and make up to make you proud. But it's just me now.

I fall in to bed without a big spoon. Without a hand on my chest. Remembering when I had a blanket of you to keep me warm. Coddling me. Protecting me from the hurt and pain in the world.

I fall asleep trying to hear that sweet voice whispering in my ear, "I love you more baby," that soft voice telling me to never give up. I fall asleep torturing myself with mind clips of us and your face.

I don't smell you anymore. No ones wears that cologne. The one that I inhaled so many times when I buried my head in your chest. The one that drew me in. The one that caught my attention every time you were near.

I killed for you. The night I lost myself because the pain of losing you was unbearable. I was careless and stupid for that.

Remember when I said, I like you but I don't want that to change things? Do you remember that night? That was the night that everything did change. The night that I knew from then on, my heart needed yours.

We radiated for each other. Your energy meshed with mine so flawlessly.

I'm cold now. I can never remember a fucking jacket. That was always your job.

I light cigarette after cigarette by myself. I'm not pretty anymore so it's alright. Reds and jäger are the only things that taste like you. I guess that's why I can't get enough of them.

I sing in my head now because I can't stand the sound of my voice without yours. I choke on the words to all our favorite songs until my eyes fog up like your glasses do when the humidity was just right.

I bet those glasses are smudged with no one to clean them anymore.

I know it's changing your view of me and what we used to be.

Let me wipe them for you so you can see clearly.

I'm sure you stare at all those dirty clothes piling up as high as my regret.

I was always the only one to wash them.

I'm sure there are empty bottles coating the floorboard of your car. There's no one to get annoyed by them and throw them away.

I hated those empty bottles but they were symbols of the time we spent driving together.

I bet the rocks at the creek don't crumble quite as loud with no one on the other end of your hand. Right on your heels, I'd follow you to the edge of the water.

I hope when you stop there, you see my reflection on the surface next to yours.

I hope you remember the way you felt that night telling secrets on your back porch---

I'm dead inside now. I breathe and I talk but I'm not living.

Half of my heart disappeared when you did and now I live my life off rhythm.

Parts of my soul trailed after yours and I live permanently incomplete.

You made me believe in soul mates when I realized that my own soul was not the only one living in me.

Yours was always the one to take mine by the hand and show it the world in a new way.

It showed mine that colors could be brighter and that light can expand within me everytime I kissed you.

We intertwined so tightly and became one. Don't you see, love? We ripped ourselves at every seam when we parted. We were left with half of what we once were.

Maybe that's why I am still searching for you.

The you that always pulled my soul to yours and kept it tamed.

The you bursting with a love for life.

The you whose eyes were the first thing I saw for so many mornings.

The you whose breathing I fell asleep listening to every night. The beautifully steady heartbeat that I was fixated on when I rested my head on the safest place I've ever known.

I don't see those eyes anymore. I don't hear your breathing and your steady heartbeat has faded.

My own erratic heartbeat is the one I hear clamoring deep in my chest.

And I see in black and white now.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Do you have any Valentine’s or spring-inspired inks yet?

Autumn and Halloween inspired enchanted inks here!

Winter and Holiday inspired enchanted inks here!

Other inks are mentioned in various pieces (Challenge, Nostalgia, Red Thread, Party of Odd, Secret Celebration, etc.).

“Ah, you’ve come by to ask about my spring and Valentine collections of enchanted ink. Come take a look, then.” Raven pulled open a drawer and gestured to a series of inks.

Heartbeat, a thick, deep red that is warm to the touch. Every other second, it pulsates, its rhythm matching your own heart. Picking up pace or slowing, as the situation calls for. Thump, thump, thump.

Obligations, a pearlescent, but otherwise prim, grey. There didn’t seem to be anything unusual about the color, nor any immediately obvious magical quality to it.

True Love’s Kiss, an ink that shifted rapidly from yellow to orange to pink to purple, and finally, red dusted with a fine golden shimmer. Holding the bottle in your hands fills you with a sense of warmth, as if embraced by invisible arms.

Chocolate Drip, a viscous warm brown, its texture land color like that of melted chocolate. Smooth, fluid, and with a sweet aroma.

Love Letter, a cream with champagne highlights, resembling the color of slightly worn parchment paper. It smells rustic, like a cottage untouched by time.

Flesh and Blood, a fleshy pink with globules of crimson, resembling rounded pomegranate seeds. When you shake it, the capsules burst, releasing red into the pink, and creating a sanguine mixture.

Amity, a duo-toned blue, the bottom part being darker, and the top part being lighter. Sometimes one half shifted while the other part remained unchanging, or they changed together--but the layers never separated, instead always smoothly fading into one another.

Hatched, a strange mixture of various pastels. It seemed to sport noticeably large chunks of eggshell in it (”To help it maintain it’s potency,” Raven pointed out).

Spring Fling, the pale pink of first love, carrying the scent of apple blossoms. It left a bittersweet impression in your heart after gazing upon it.

Angora, a thick white with a slightly golden tinge--so thick that it seemed to form cotton-like clouds if left unattended to for too long.

Flower Fields Forever, an ink with a fresh green base, dotted with yellow, blue, white, and pink bits. Upon uncapping the bottle, you are hit with a whiff of wildflowers. Marigolds, bluebells, daises, roses.

Reawakening, a softer white with small patches of green showing through.

Vernal Equinox, a robin’s egg blue that gave way to a pale yellow every few seconds. It was as though the sun was breaking through the sky, gracing you in its light.

Sea, Sky, Sun, a three-layered ink, with the bottom a cerulean with a thin veil of sandy peach, the middle a sky blue, and the top a blinding yellow-white. Cool at the bottom, and searing hot at the top. A salt and sea breeze scent floated out when you uncorked the bottle.

“That is it,” Raven said, snapping her drawer shut. “I do hope that is enough to sate your curiousity for now.”