#oc: fuck me yourself you coward

[mishy-mashy]

Bruce is actually really attractive, and I have enough reasoning to make a list

He's:

Tall (. Tall enough to hit his head on the vault doorframe)

Long-legged

Has a straight nose bridge

Has high cheekbones (more noticeable in 2nd pic below)

Has a strong jawline

Sharp eyes, but they aren't small (plus eyebags if you're into that)

Overall, he has strong, attractive facial features

Has broad, refined shoulders. You can tell he works out (or he did, when he was alive)

Even has a thick, muscly neck

He has MUSCLE. Is SCULPTED. NOICE. VERY NOICE. (nice arms. Nice shoulders. Nice neck. Nice legs. Nice butt-)

(There are actually panels where you can see some of his muscles. Other than those already shown here, he's got bricky thighs-

-and in the panels where we first get his name dropped, he's got those shoulder blades too-)

The one time we see him smile, and he actually has a scary one

Has small, kinda sharp pupils, and his eyes remind me of a cat. We only ever saw him tense or defensive, so his resting/listening face is really cute

Other than the physical appearance stuff, he also:

Takes shit without batting an eye (patience, knowing it's just how Kudo is, etc)

Kudo being all "Cut the crap Bruce and give it to me straight", after Bruce tests his blood and is rightfully Concerned because they just faced AFO

Put up with Kudo's experimenting and testing over Yoichi's transferable Factor

Did ya'll see the look on Kudo's face when he realized he had Yoichi's Factor/will? Kudo was going to start in nonsense and Bruce just dealt with that.

Also something I noticed when looking back at the images here; Bruce has bandages on his arms in the void. But not when he faced AFO in the sewers.

Were he and Kudo cutting their arms open in their experimenting over Yoichi's theory? Is this why Kudo has two gauntlets instead of his one? Why we never see his bare arms in the void? That he always keeps his arms down so there's no slip?

Is smart enough to run blood tests, plus has enough common sense to pick Shinomori as his successor

He picked a guy who avoids society, has an Ability to detect danger so he can always stay away from AFO, is also a coward so he's never going to go throw himself into danger, even without knowing instinctively he stands no chance, etc.

Meanwhile, Kudo chose Bruce, who he played Hot Potato Yoichi with; but he did also trust Bruce, and put the only pure combative Ability in OFA through Bruce.

These two made their choices based on what they valued and saw the Factor needed.

Is logical, analytical, and calm.

He tried advising Midoriya on their Abilities in One For All, especially his own.

Midoriya then tried ignoring him about using Fa Jin for the first time, but found he was right, thinking: "Dammit!! I had [Lady Nagant] right where I wanted her, but... ugh! The Third was right. My parallel Quirk processes are all screwed up!" (ch. 314).

Plus, when Midoriya fixed his processing mistakes, Bruce was analyzing the way he reached his new conclusion. Pure facts, no bias, very calm, just saying it as it was.

We never see him panic. When he's caught by surprise in the sewers by AFO, Kudo, and Yoichi's little bubble event, he immediately reacts. He doesn't falter, he just knows he has to do something right now.

Was more willing to listen than Kudo to Yoichi's beckon, and probably was just following Kudo's rejection of Midoriya

While we don't see Kudo's face, we see Bruce's eyes when Yoichi calls on his heroes. Bruce was more open and receptive, or at least more impacted.

Bruce was also the one to start talking, while Kudo just kept quiet.

He actually communicates a lot

When Yoichi called them to support Midoriya, Bruce started talking to paint a picture of why they thought the way they did, so Yoichi understood where they were coming from.

(Though he seems to beat about the bush sometimes, since Kudo spoke up to be direct on how they couldn't just put their trust in some starry-eyed teenager. Plus, when Kudo tells him to just tell him what's wrong [double Factors])

When Midoriya first used Fa Jin against Nagant, Bruce came out just to tell him he knew what he was trying, but that Midoriya wasn't ready; and Midoriya found he was right. Midoriya just didn't want to listen to him then.

He asks Kudo for clarification after finding Kudo had two Factors in him after the sewer incident ("Just to be sure, All For One didn't touch you, right?") Kudo knew him well enough to go "stop beating around the bush and tell me", so Bruce was probably gonna start with questions, theories, and trying to understand everything in general, before saying "yeah you have two Factors. Don't know why".

Is strong-willed and loyal.

He followed Kudo, even to death, carrying on the cause he started until it ended with him.

Plus, when talking about how AFO needs a strong will to override OFA's own, we first see Bruce, Kudo, and Yoichi.

AFO couldn't steal OFA because the will was too strong for him, and that was back during Banjo's time. Since Shinomori never actually tried opposing AFO and just hid, we can assume the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce) already had an accumulation of strong willpower that made OFA un-stealable. Those three are a strong enough foundation, and the main wills, that the other users just become bonuses.

Kudo, also saying that Midoriya needs allies with the same will and drive as him... hey Kudo, you're talking about yourself and your old allies, aren't you? That's why you look at Yoichi and Bruce when you say this.

Not only is Bruce attractive, but he's got good character. THE END.

[uniquezombiedestiny]

thinking about senet and votive again (explodes into a million shards. walks into the ocean. lays on the floor. god)

it couldnt be real. i couldnt believe it, couldnt believe in it, so i crushed it. now it's shards on the floor and all i can do is look. i can look, it's bearable to, but all the light that was once in it is gone

when senet finally gets what he wanted, when he looks back so utterly joyfully, at votive who has suffered nothing but misery. it surrouned her always, leading so many others to their demises too, because that's just what she is. there's nothing else to it, so she learned to be happy in misfortune and to find it in misery itself

and then senet came along and proved her all wrong. every hardship he beared through with her, and when when he wavered, votive (as much as she obscured her words and intent) still picked him back up, for some reason. maybe it was the community they saw in eachother.

two disgraced nobles, prince and heiress. two travelers, wearing the same masks, chatting along as they walked a path alone, as noone else would come near them. the innocent and the knowing, the pitying. the knowing one who was proved wrong in the end by someone who, entirely naively, refused to stop hoping.

and when he finally found a cure, a way out, for the entirely unknown ailment that was leading him to a slow, likely miserable death for so long, she stared in bewilderment. the most emotion she'd expressed in a long time.

it couldnt be real that he found happiness with her by his side - with her there. it couldnt be real that she had anything to do with hope and joy and happiness

so she betrayed him at the very last second. just to prove it. to prove something to them herself

votive is an omen of misfortune and misery

senet is the innocent, naive traveler who made the mistake of staying by her side

senet is the one who weathered through the storm, who hoped against all odds, until he made it out on the other side

no. senet was not the one

senet is the idiot, senet is the fool in this play, the one who made the fatal mistake of trusting her, the one who dared to challenge his puppet strings, the one who couldn't see when to possibly quit and stop trying to give affection to a mere dead mass of brambles and thorns

he's the one who won, his victory now forever scarred by a betrayal he will never understand, one that did nothing at all to change anything.

and votive is the idiot, alone, looking up and wondering where her puppet strings are

[darkbluekies]

Oooo okay for the Drabble I think Jerry and Silas cause you know why not also because i like them a little too much

Silas & Jerry drabbles: comforting a scared darling

Mafia!yandere OC & female!yandere!mafia

Warnings: graphic threats from Jerry

Silas:

First, you didn't want him to leave for a mission when you were supposed to go to bed, and when he did you wanted the lamp on. You and Silas had watched a horror movie not too long ago. Silas hadn't imagined that you would take it so hard.

He knows that he shouldn't have left you alone in the bedroom, but he has to have this meeting. He should have seen it coming.

"Boss, your spouse is here", his second in command says from the door. He's been standing by the wall to keep an eye over the room, to make sure that no one will try to do anything. "Should I send them away?"

He should have known that you wouldn't go to bed. He excuses himself and stands up, walking over to the door. You're standing outside, wearing one of his hoodies. This new fear of yours have brought out a clinginess for him that he can't resist. You're just too cute.

"What are you doing out of bed?" he asks in a hushed tone so that his men won't hear and grab your arm. He knows why you are here, but he wants to hear you say it.

"I can't sleep", you whisper for him only. "I'm so scared, please ..."

"We've talked about this, little thing, nothing will hurt you. Everything we saw was made with cgi and rehearsed numerous times. Nothing was real. You know that."

You glare at him. How dare he belittle your fear? He senses his wrongdoings right away.

"No, I didn't mean that", he says quickly and moves closer. "Baby, listen, I'm just saying that what you are afraid of was never real. It can't hurt you."

"That doesn't mean anything. Just because you say that doesn't mean that I'll surprisingly stop being scared."

He can't resist your scared eyes. Silas sighs and hugs you.

"I have to do this meeting, it's urgent, I can't go to bed with you", he says, and then decides. "Okay, you'll sit next to me and stay here until the meeting is over. Eyes down, got it?"

You nod. Silas leads you into the conference room and lets you sit on a chair close by him. Your head is turned down, hand holding onto his pants. No mafia man is as scary as that fictional monster.

Jerry:

Darkness? Why are you araid of darkness? It's such a stupid thing to be afriad of, when Jerry is the definition of it.

"Don't be absurd", Jerry says and turns off the car. "Nothing will touch you as long as you are in the car!"

"Then let me keep the car light on", you say.

"No, it will attract threats."

"You said that nothing would hurt me in the car!"

"As long as you keep the lights off."

"Jerry, I can't deal with darkness."

"Y/N, I really don't have the time to fight with you. I have a man to kill if you have forgotten and the longer I am here, the further away he comes."

She sighs at your teary eyes.

"I'll be gone for a minute — two at most — and then I'll take care of you. Wait here — in the dark — for me."

With that said, she's gone. Those two minutes she's away, you've already started crying. She's back in a wit and is quick to take you in her arms.

"You're such a coward", she cooes and hides your face into her shoulder. "You have nothing to fear as long as I am here."

"But you weren't here! You were out killing some man!"

"For two minutes, baby. I'm here now. Breathe before you pass out."

"I fucking hate the dark ..."

"I know, baby, I know." She kisses your forehead. "I'm not going anywhere else for tonight. I'm going to take good care of you."

You cling onto her.

"Don't cry, you little baby", she whispers. "The darkness isn't anything to be afraid of, you know? It is actually a good thing, believe it or not. Without the darkness, i would be in jail by now. The darkness hides things you don't want to see. You should actually be thankful."

You sniffle.

"Oh, pull yourself together, baby", Jerry sighs. "I already told you that I am here and that nothing will happen. I will cut the throat of anything that tries to put their hands on you. Does that comfort you?"

"A bit ... maybe."

"Well, let me try again then, if you insist on being so fucking difficult. I will, personally, dig out the eyes of the naive enough to come close to you, in darkness or not. I will cut their hands of, braid their veins and create skipping ropes with them. Is that good enough for you?"

She laughs as you tug at your lips. Jerry might not be the best at comforting, but she will do everything for you.

[dkniade]

Ah I could just imagine Nocturne lying on the ground bleeding to [not death]

It’d be so pretty: white, navy blue, red (he already has a red brooch on his chest), pale turquoise/blue. And then, he could look at the viewer with a weak or pained dying gaze. (Clasps hands together.) I could see it now( ´∀｀)

Somehow, I just want to see art of characters bleeding out in snow

Bonus if the colour scheme is bright and not somber though

[seijorhi]

invidia ii

a (very belated) christmas present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy who has, for two years straight, begged me for more shinnosuke content. i hope you like it bby! kuroo tetsurou x female reader, kuroo shinnosuke (oc) x female reader part i w.c 3.1k tw: noncon/dubcon, slight daddy kink, (forced) infidelity, yandere themes, nsfw, smut, age gap, i guess hints of breeding kink, dilf kuroo

“Why did your parents split up?”

Mid-way through pulling on a pair of old, grey sweatpants, mopping at beads of water from his shower still rolling down his bare chest, Shinnosuke throws you a curious look, but shrugs easily enough.

“They weren’t ever really ‘together’ to begin with. They tried the whole co-parenting thing to start with but mom… they never loved each other. Hell, I don’t even think they liked each other most of the time beyond–” he breaks off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. It almost makes you laugh. “Anyway, dad always said she had one foot out the door from the start. Dad was the one who stuck around to raise me.” There’s no animosity in his tone, he says it like it’s the simple truth. You’ve never met the woman, never having shown up to any of the Nekoma games, his graduation, any of it. You’ve seen a picture or two, overheard the odd phone call, but for as long as you’ve known him, the only real parent in Shin’s life has always been his dad.

If there’s anyone he idolises, it’s his father.

 Which is why the words that he says next – casting aside the damp towel in the general direction of the laundry basket (boys) and sauntering on over to join you in bed – take you entirely by surprise. “We’ll go visit her in Golden Week. I want her to meet you.”

And again, the words are just that; words. Shin kisses you, a sweet peck on your lips, and wastes no time in scooping you back into his arms and settling back with a contented sigh. They’re just words, but there’s this look in his eyes when he says it that makes you think he means something more. 

Your stomach flutters.

—

‘You really wanna break his heart like that, kitten?’

—

“Still not feeling any better?” Shin asks, brushing your hair back to feel your forehead. The beginnings of a frown start to take shape, teeth gently burrowing into his bottom lip, but he straightens and sighs, and that hint of discontent smoothes over like it had never existed in the first place. He strokes your hair again and offers a small, sympathetic smile. “No temperature, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?”

You’re a coward.

“It’s not my head, I just…” don’t have any visible, plausible symptoms for the fake illness that’s currently keeping you curled up in Shin’s bed. Away from the creep who’d smiled and fucking winked at you Christmas morning. “I just feel off.”

“Poor baby,” he coos, laughing when your face screws up and you swat at him.

Right now, swaddled in his hoodie, his fingers carding through your hair and that stupid, impish, almost believable grin beaming down at you, you want to forget. To pretend. 

Because there’s a pit in your stomach. A bitter, gnarled, seething mass. This moment right now, in Shin’s bed, it’s like glass, paper thin and already cracked, it can’t possibly last, and yet you’re clinging to it so desperately, head buried in the sand, willing yourself to pretend, from one heartbeat to the next, that what’s happened won’t break the two of you. 

That your stomach doesn’t threaten to upend when you catch sight of those hazel eyes peering down at you – the same shape and shade as his father’s.

You shudder out a breath, and what little levity there was between you two gets sucked out with it. Shin’s expression gutters.

Yeah. 

His fingers don’t leave your hair, though. Playing idly with the strands as though the suffocating tension in the room doesn’t exist at all. “Dad’s taking us out to dinner tonight,” he tells you. Reminds you, because you knew all of this beforehand. Everything but the party. “Do you want me to run by the pharmacy to get you something?”

Another tap at the fractured glass. 

That’s Shinnosuke all over, isn’t it? You might’ve been the manager back in the day, but it was always Shin who kept an eye on his team, on you, to make sure everyone was good. 

“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll–” the words get stuck in your throat. “I’ll see how I feel in an hour or so. ‘m still a little tired.” 

“You want some tea, sweetheart?”

‘Shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep it down.’

A cold sweat breaks out on the nape of your neck. No. No, no, no, no–

“Baby?”

You flinch like he’s slapped you, jerking away from the hand he’s wound in your hair. The startled look he shoots you borders on wounded, but you’re already squirming towards the edge of the bed, stumbling to your feet like a newborn foal. “Bathroom,” you manage to eke out, your voice sounding far too strangled and hoarse to pass as anywhere near the realm of fine. 

Shin doesn’t follow, doesn’t so much as utter a word – all kicked puppy confused – as you throw the door closed behind you and collapse back against it, a sweaty, ashen mess. 

He usually calls you love. Baby. Princess when he’s being a little shit. 

Sweetheart’s a rare one. 

Your heart races, a runaway train pounding in your chest. His eyes, his touch, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.

Another shuddering breath in. Out. 

Fuck. 

There’s a knock – not at the ensuite door, the sound’s too muffled for that, and you didn’t hear Shin’s footsteps (though you’re not sure you would, over the pounding in your ribs) meaning that the knocking’s at his door. 

There’s only one other occupant in the house. Though you try your damndest to fight it, there’s no stopping the wave of panic that stabs through you. Shin’s door creaks open, soft voices barely creeping through the gap in the door, and your fingers go rigid, nails clawing at the black and white flooring as though you can ground yourself by breaking through it instead. 

You don’t realise you’re crying.

Not until the droplets splatter on the tiles by your feet.

—

You should’ve left days ago.

After Christmas, when you’d ducked out from under Shin’s arm and lurched for the nearest bathroom, when it’d finally clicked for him that you violently hurling your guts up wasn’t the result of a simple hangover, you’d tried. Short of admitting the truth – and swinging a bat at the bees’ nest – convincing Shin to leave his dad’s place goes about as well as drawing blood from a stone. 

He’s even less thrilled about the prospect of you going back by yourself, leaving him to spend what’s left of the week with his dad like they’d planned.

There’s only so far you can push without breaking something. You, probably. You and Shin, almost definitely. 

Even so, you might’ve had more of a backbone if he hadn’t been so… Shin. All coaxing and concerned. Logical to a damn fault. 

‘You don’t wanna be stuck in a car driving for hours when you’re feeling shitty, love, and besides, dad’s place is bigger than ours. Comfier. You’ll probably be on the mend by tomorrow anyway, so there’s no point in us heading back.’

If you weren’t trying to salvage what’s left, or maybe clinging to the idea that you can – and want to – then it would’ve been easier just to go.

You wouldn’t still be here, stuck in the house of the man who’d– who’d raped you.

You wouldn’t be avoiding your boyfriend’s eye.

You would’ve screamed the whole house down before Kuroo Tetsurou ever bent you over the kitchen counter.

But the gentle extrication in the early hours of the morning, Shinnosuke’s lips brushing against your cheek, the sleepy rasp of his voice as he mumbles a quiet, “Love you,” before slipping away – you barely stir, cozy and safe and content.

He loves you. Shin loves you. 

A while later – minutes, maybe, or hours, it’s hard to tell when you’re still in the grips of sleep – the mattress dips under Shin’s weight, and those strong, sculpted arms seek your warmth again, you only sigh and lean back against him. 

“I love you,” you whisper, not yet willing to open your eyes and face another day of lying to him. 

The arm slung over your waist curls tighter, his face nuzzling into your neck. The kisses he leaves there aren’t affectionate, exactly, they’re not gentle, when teeth catch, nipping sharply at your skin, only to be soothed by a lave of his tongue.

And the laugh that rumbles at your back – a shade off your boyfriend’s – is anything but nice. 

“Yeah? Fuck, you’re sweet in the morning.”

This time, you don’t hold back. You shriek, kicking out like a wild thing – or you would have, if Kuroo’s hand hadn’t clamped down on your mouth, if his weight hadn’t shifted so that rather than lying curled up behind you, he’s half on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress with a thigh lodged between yours. 

“Uh-uh-uh, we were doing so good, kitten. Don’t you wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

Your only answer is a ragged noise, torn from somewhere deep inside of you. He chuckles again, grinds against you, his cock a thick, unignorable presence pressed at your ass. There’s nothing but the thin cotton of your sleep shorts separating it from you, and from past experience, that barrier won’t do much to deter him for long.

Kuroo rolls you onto your back and slots himself nicely between your legs. Naked, you realise with a fresh stab of fear.

You scream the moment his palm leaves your lips to capture your wrists, scream for Shinnosuke – for anyone – so loudly that it feels like you’ll bleed for it. Let him come running, find you pinned and squirming, terrified beneath the man who raised him.

Let it be the final crack that obliterates everything. 

If Shin sees you like this, utterly petrified, on the verge of being raped again and still thinks it some kind of a betrayal, let him choke on it. You don’t care anymore, you just want someone to stop this. 

(Shin wouldn’t, would he?)

But Kuroo only snickers. Leans over to lick along the edge of your lashes, where hot, glistening tears are already spilling over, trickling down to disappear in your hairline. “Your boy’s not here, but we don’t have long ‘til he gets back. You’ll forgive me if we bypass the foreplay this morning, right, sweetheart?” You shudder, goosebumps prickling where his breath washes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut and violently – pointlessly – shake your head. “We’ll have to save eating your pretty little cunt for next time.”

All too eager, he hungrily captures your lips again and yanks down your shorts, taking your panties along with them.

Christmas morning, you’d been shoved face down over the kitchen counter while he’d fucked you from behind. You’d give anything for that distance right now. At least then you hadn’t had to endure his suffocating warmth, having him squeeze and grope at your tits over your old, threadbare tee.

You wouldn’t have to writhe away from his mouth while he rucks your bare thighs up either side of his hips, dragging you closer.

Even with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you can’t pretend that this isn’t happening as Kuroo spits and a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock slowly – agonisingly slowly – splits you apart.

You forget how to breathe. 

Eyes popping open and back arching up into his chest, your fists clutch desperately at the sheets of Shin’s bed, trying to squirm away, only the grip he has on you makes sure there’s nowhere for you to escape to. He’s big, long, mostly, and you’re too tight to take him easily, especially without any prep. The spit doesn’t help any, and Kuroo doesn’t care, groaning out in pleasure as inch by inch he pushes himself deeper, until at last he’s seated firmly inside of you. “Good fucking giiiirl,” he purrs, a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose.

A tiny, drawn out whine is all you can manage when your lower half radiates pain. 

“Gonna fuck this perfect pussy nice ‘n full,” he tells you. “Give you everything you need, sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can, you just gotta breathe for me.”

But unlike last time, he doesn’t allow you the luxury of a minute to adjust. His hips draw back and punch forward, jolting another mewling gasp from your lips. And again. And again. The pace isn’t violent so much as intense, like each thrust ignites something inside of him that burns for more.

He clasps your wrists in one hand, pants into your open mouth between frenetic kisses, groans out your name in that shuddering gasp.

“Mine,” he pants, beads of sweat dripping from his chest, his chin, rolling down onto you. “You’re daddy’s girl– fuck!”

Your cunt reacts accordingly, flexing around his cock, easing its passage so that the wet, lurid sounds of him fucking you quickly fill the air. A betrayal that has your cheeks flaming. 

The muscles in your thighs burn, Kuroo all but forcing them back towards the bed, his weight driving into you with fervour. A quick adjustment to the angle of your hip and his cock hits a spot deep inside of you that has you choking on a moan of your own, a burst of bright, sizzling pleasure bleeding through the pain.

Kuroo grins ferally at the sound of it. Drops his weight on an elbow and bucks into you, hitting it again. Your inner walls twitch, squeezing and slick, dragging noises from you that make you wanna burn with shame – that, or cut yourself loose entirely. You can’t muster resistance when he swallows them down, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth. His momentum turns rabid, his hand no longer encircling your wrists, but entangled with them, pressing them down to the mattress. “Almost… there…” he grunts, gasping as he curls over you, abs flexing.

A shudder rolls through him, his hips faltering just as something vital shatters inside of you, toes curling, white hot pleasure exploding from your core, rippling through your whole body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. With your pussy spasming around his cock, your body taut and locked with pleasure, Kuroo hurtles off that cliff right alongside you, a strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaping him as he pumps your cunt full of his seed, all but collapsing atop of you afterwards.

It takes a minute before he peels himself off of you; pushing himself up, braced on elbow so that he’s not crushing you entirely, Kuroo waits, buried inside your warmth, for you to stop trembling with the after effects of your orgasm, for his cock to soften and both of your breathing to even out. 

Waits for those glazed over eyes to focus back on him and once again fill with tears, stroking a hand through your sweat-dampened hair as he does so.

“You should go take a shower before Shin gets home,” he says after a minute or two, his voice a low purr. “He can’t be far off.”

But aside from rolling off you to allow you up, Kuroo makes no moves to follow you, or so much as get up off the bed. Naked, his cock soft and glistening with your juices, one knee propped up, he watches you stumble like a newborn foal into the bathroom (only half managing to close the door behind you) with damn near predatory intent, a smirk teasing at his lips.

It’s where Shin finds you a short while later, curled up on the floor of the shower, shaking through silent sobs. 

—

Shin doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home.

Uncharacteristically sober, he says little aside from the occasional murmur to check in with you – always unanswered – and keeps you tucked close, as though a fraction of distance between you might pry you from his side entirely. 

The hours pass in a haze of… nothing. Your tears dry. Numbness takes over. You move like a robot, Shin guiding you every step of the way until you cross the threshold of your apartment.

He never asks what happened. You suppose the smell of sex in his bedroom and the bruises and love bites scattered over your body tell the tale well enough. Shinnosuke’s never been stupid. He’s not dense. 

He’s not heartless, either.

In the sanctity of your tiny, shitty bathroom, you shower again. A proper shower this time, with the water turned up full blast, scrubbing viciously at your skin– or at least, you do until he steps in and takes over. You’ve never thought of your boyfriend as particularly gentle, but he pries the loofah from your hand with a delicacy you didn’t know him capable of and takes care of you, cleaning you up with a tenderness that borders on reverence.

You pretend not to notice how his eyes (so like his, sharp and hazel) narrow into a scowl every time he spots another bruise, another mark left by his father. Once or twice his fingers begin to ghost over them, burgundy fingerprints on your thigh, a love bite sucked into the delicate skin above your collarbone, only to catch himself, swallowing tightly and resuming his task like he’d never faltered in the first place. 

When you’re done, he dries you both off and helps you into fresh clothes – a pair of comfy sweatpants and an old hoodie of his and guides you back to the living room, setting you down into his lap on the couch.

“I–” his voice is hoarse. Quiet, especially in the stillness of the apartment, and when you glance his way, he awkwardly clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I went to the pharmacy. I thought– I thought��” he trails off again, dropping his gaze. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

Your heart twists, and it’s your turn to comfort him. Or maybe you’re comforting each other, shifting slightly in his lap so that you can wrap your arms around him and draw him in close, burying your face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the fresh, clean scent of him. “No. I– it wasn’t…” but the words don’t come. You flounder. 

What are you supposed to say? It wasn’t his fault? Wasn’t yours?

You should’ve said something earlier? Should’ve fought back harder – against both of them, should’ve grown a spine?

A beat passes in the tense, thick silence, and when it becomes clear that you’ve got nothing for him, he makes an odd sort of huff that sounds almost irritated. You frown a little, but you don’t fight it when his arms pull tighter around you, when his cheek comes to a rest against your hair and his hands seek yours, curling around your wrists and stroking at the skin there. 

“We’ll get through this,” he vows. “I love you, this doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” His lips meet the crown of your head in a soft kiss. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

[literallydearmoore]

I’m not making my oc’s diverse so shut up and get over it xx

I’d die before I make them poc like ewwwww

And stop telling people how they should make their ocs look, mind your business dusty bitch :)

First of all you're a coward LMFAO if you're so strongly opinionated about this come out of anon and say it with your chest dumbfuck

Secondly, ur so outrightly racist which literally is just proving my point, good job for having 0 literacy and 2 braincells competing for 3rd place

Thirdly, I'm not telling yall how your ocs should look, yall KEEP PROVING MY POINT LMAO

And "dusty bitch"? Is that the best you could do baby?

Someone's clearly not a writer aww :(

And if you don't like being called out then fucking block me you pussy ass bitch

And kys lmao nobody's going to just "get over" actual centuries of enslavement, abuse, murders, oppression and sm more.

But ofc I guess your, very obviously, privileged, brainless dumbass hasn't ever had to sit down and learn that the world is never gonna treat u the same as everyone else just bc you aren't turning red in the sun

You reek of white privilege and it's embarrassing that you even THOUGHT to fix your fugly fingers up into my asks to put in some racist bullshit because you have nothing better to do with your life outside of trying to find ways to belittle and opress those different from you

You're a disgrace to this fandom and I'm gonna say this again slowly just so your little pea brain can actually process it okay?

I don't give 2 shits about your ocs or what color they are, I am just making an observation as I've always had to do because if I say nothing, I dishonor the people that came before me and fought against the exact same bullshit

So to put it in an elementary way for your stupid ass: My people fought for me to have a voice, and I am using it. You claim that I'm trying to dictate how you choose to portray your mayo munching ocs and yet you turn around and deadass COMMAND me to get over things that I've learned that I need to point out because you crackertastic cunts are so blatantly unaware of yourselves. You say that I'm attacking but then you crawl up in here saying hateful shit like this but IM the aggressors?

Yeah go ahead and do the world a favour and take yourself out you absolute fucking trash

Go scrub your ass, maybe then you'll be able to reach up far enough to get your head out of it

[quill-pen]

Orin: "... you've ruined everything! My reputation, my social standing, everything! Because of you!"

Me: *standing off to the side watching the altercation* ... Sir... this a Wendy's. And I'm going to have to ask you to calm the hell down.

A future look at “Begin Again” and

Haha

Oh nooooo

“You let your wife walk away before you made it to the fucking altar” Orin slandering Isabel? RIP

[sofreddie]

Sins of the Past - Part 6

Summary: Dean finally faces The Voice and is forced to face his past.

Characters: Dean x Y/N, Sam Winchester x OFC Imogene “Gene” Sutton, The Voice, OC!Beatrice

Warnings: SAW/Soulmate AU, Angst, Blood, Torture, Gore, Violence, Flashbacks

WC: 2,562

A/N: Oh man, poor Dean! Feedback is appreciated. :)

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Part 5

Dean dropped to his knees as his entire world tumbled down around him. He stared at Y/N - his soulmate, whom he swore to protect - standing before him with empty, black, demonic eyes. At the sight of his torment, her lips twisted into a sadistic smirk. 

“Enough,” he pleaded, shaking his head. “That’s enough! Please!”

Sam watched on, holding Gene close to his chest, her fingers gripped tightly in his shirt as she sobbed endlessly into his chest. But something else was there—a thumping sound from Y/N, growing louder and louder. He felt...hungry.

“Now, Dean,” not Y/N said. “None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t leave me,” she spat. “Forgot about me as if I was just some random barfly in your life.”

“Stop it,” Dean growled, unable to look Y/N in the eyes; it made his stomach turn. “Let her go and face me yourself, fucking coward!”

“I am facing you, Dean,” she laughed. “I mean, I had to take a meat suit, but I rather like this one,” she said, looking over herself. “Besides, I know you better than her. Longer than her. Don’t you remember?” 

As she walked towards him, hips swaying, Dean was mesmerized. He’d never seen Y/N filled with so much confidence or swagger. She was incredibly sexy and seductive, and Dean knew if it was really her, he’d do anything she asked. He had to work hard to control his racing heart and even harder to control his arousal.

“I was always by your side. None of them can say that. I was your first,” she said, her eyes going black once more as she saw Dean struggling for recognition.

Dean thought hard about who could know all these details about his life. The fact they knew about his time in hell was the key. He dug through his memories of hell - something he desperately tried to avoid - trying to rummage anything that could give him a clue. It didn’t take long for images to start flashing through his mind’s eye.

Dean bent over the crying woman strapped to the rack. He enjoyed her tears and pleas, but they wouldn’t stop what was coming. He rolled over a cart with several jars, each filled with different objects - needles, razors, broken glass, nails. Reaching inside the one with broken and rusted needles, he pulled out a pinch and carefully began shoving them under her fingernails.

His mind flashed again, shifting into a new memory, this time to the same woman hung from chains.

Several small hooks were inserted into her body. Dean examined the hooks, tugging lightly and smirking at her whimper. He twisted and pulled at one of the hooks, eyes locked on her face as she screamed and writhed, taking in every tiny detail of her suffering. With a harsh yank, the hook ripped from her skin, a chunk of flesh dangling off the end of it as he held it aloft for them to enjoy together.

Dean shook his head, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths as memory after memory crashed over him, drowning him in the darkness of hell that still lived deep in his soul.

Dean had tortured many souls in hell, but he kept coming back again and again to her, his favorite, his first - the woman who screamed and cried so pretty for him. He would show her just how special she was to him. Strapped to the rack, Dean grinned as he cut her open from collarbone to belly button. Her screams bounced off the walls around him, and he relished the sound.

With great force, he forced open her ribcage, the sickening crack nearly drowned out by her guttural screams. In hell, there was only the perception of what he was doing as he tortured her soul and mind. While no living body could withstand what he was inflicting, her soul - under the magical conditions of hell - could withstand it all and more.

As she lay, flayed open before him, her beating heart pulsed before his widened eyes. Dean reached forward, cupping her heart in his hands, gently lifting it from her chest so she could witness it - that IT was his, SHE was his, and this place forever bound them.

“B-Beatrice?” he whispered.

“Oh, now you remember me,” she grinned, crouching to be eye-level with Dean. “I’ve missed you.”

“How… did you get out of hell?” Dean was stunned, the false love of his dark heart buried within the pure love of his soulmate.

“Does it matter?”

“Why?” he croaked, fighting back tears.

“For you. All for you,” she cooed as she gently ran her fingers along his cheek and jaw. “We’re bound forever, Dean. That’s what you said to me.”

Dean watched as Beatrice stood beside the rack, her hand extended and shaking as it held a blade. A whimpering new soul lay on the rack, strapped down and pleading with Beatrice to let him go. They always did. She shook and was hesitant, and Dean tutted his disapproval.

“The deal was, I let you off the rack, you start torturing souls,” he said, coming up behind her and pressing his body against her as he grabbed her hips. “If you don’t keep your end, I’ll have to punish you.” 

He pressed a delicate kiss to her shoulder, completely contrasting his words. When his grip tightened menacingly on her hips, she lunged forward with her hand, the knife sinking deep into his flesh. The man on the table screamed, and Dean chuckled from behind her.

“Again.”

She lifted the blade and stabbed and sliced repeatedly as Dean groped at her body, kissed along her shoulder and neck, and ground himself into her backside. Tears streamed down her face when she stopped, her hand covered in blood.

Dean grabbed her hair and tugged her head back, licking the tears from her face and humming in satisfaction. “Now we’re bound forever in blood,” he grinned, releasing her to place his hands back on her hips. “Again.”

“Our souls are bound too, Dean. But on a much deeper level than you and this civilian. She could never understand and accept that part of you. Neither can Sam. But I do.”

Sam took advantage of the distraction - the demon and Dean focused solely on each other like betrayed lovers - and leaned Gene against the wall. She watched with wide, panicked eyes, blood bubbling from the corner of her mouth.

“Dean,” Sam interrupted as he moved to his brother’s side, his eyes half-lidded as he raised his palm up in front of him. “I can exorcise her.”

As Sam focused his powers on the demon before them, she began to shake and growl from the pain, dropping to her knees before Sam’s powers seemed to stop working. She laughed inhumanly as she threw her head back, rising back to her feet. 

“Well, that didn’t work out like you thought,” she smiled, turning her arm to show a ‘Q’ shaped brand that wasn’t there before. “You can try again. Y/N might not like it much, though,” she teased, glaring at Sam.

Sam snarled in frustration, his arm dropped to his side and hand clenched into a tight fist. The thumping in his ears grew louder and louder to the point he couldn’t stand it. It made him want to pull his hair out as he fought the urge. 

“Dean!” he cried desperately, hoping that alone would tell Dean everything that was going on.

“What do you want?!” Dean growled, rising to his feet and forcing Sam back as he stood up to the demon.

“You, Dean -” she scowled. “- Back in Hell. The two of us, back at it like we used to be. We could be great again, Dean,” she pleaded, a hint of her obsessive attraction to him bleeding through.

Dean’s eyes were wide; he couldn’t believe what he heard. That vein in his temple began to throb again as he slowly stepped closer to not-Y/N.

“All of this…” he growled lowly, his eyes narrowing as he focused intently on her eyes, trying to see through them to the demon inside. “You did all of this because you got off on the sick fucking things they had me do to you down there?”

His lips curled into an enraged snarl, “I’m going to get everybody out of here. And I promise you, if I ever end up back in hell, you’ll really wish you hadn’t ever seen me. The things I’m thinking about, you won’t have the organs to get off on it.”

“I love it when you get all riled up,” she crooned, running her hands over his pecs and to his shoulders. “But I’m stronger now,” she added, her face stern as she flicked her wrist, sending Sam and Dean into the wall. “I managed to get your friend Cas on a leash and use his powers for myself. I managed to control him and get him to lie to you. I managed to trick Heaven into believing your Soulmates were a bad thing when they were supposed to protect them. So tell me, Dean, if you aren’t going to be by my side, what use do I have for any of you?”

There was the sudden sound of a flurry of footsteps, followed by a crash and thud. Not-Y/N was suddenly on the floor, straddled by Gene, who had full-on tackled her to the ground. 

“I mean, I know Y/N will kill me for this,” she said shakily, blood still dripping slightly from her lips from her internal injuries as she pinned Y/N to the floor with all her strength. “B-but if you can hear me in there, girl, you know I’m sorry, right?”

Y/N growled beneath her, “Stupid bitch,” before flicking her head, sending Gene flying off her and back into the wall beside Sam. Y/N got to her feet, scowling at the three of them.

“Dean,” she warned, “Say you’ll come with me, or you’ll regret it.”

Dean saw Gene scrambling back to her feet in the corner of his eye and standing closer to Sam. He looked back at Y/N. He knew between the three of them, they had a shot at saving his soulmate - a shot he was willing to take. 

“I’ll never go back with you,” he spat.

“Get rid of that mark, and you can exorcise her, right?” Gene whispered to Sam.

“Do you need a little encouragement?” the demon asked with a wicked grin, tilting her head back before leaning forward. “Dean?” Y/N asked, her eyes no longer black and her voice trembling.

Dean’s eyes sprung wide, his hardened stance instantly softening along with his voice, “Y/N?” he stuttered, eyes glossing over, “Baby, listen to me, it’s going to be okay; I promise I’m going to get us all out of he-”

Y/N let out a scream as a sickening snap could be heard, and one of her wrists suddenly bent at an awkward angle. Before they could fully realize what happened, she screamed again, dropping to her knees as her body began twisting and cracking in various places.

“What’s it gonna be, Dean?” ‘Y/N’ spoke, laughing as the demon came forward once more.

“No!” Dean screamed, lunging forward. 

His thought was to try and pin her down again to stop the demon from doing any more damage. His thought process hadn’t gone much further than that. Simultaneously, with a near primal roar, Sam had also lunged. The two Winchesters collided with Y/N, taking her down to the floor violently.

“You really wanna damage this fine packaging?” the demon teased, though she sneered as she struggled between the two brothers holding her down. Her eyes caught Sam’s, seeing nothing but fury and hunger in his eyes. Her own eyes widened as she saw his gaze drift to the mark on her arm. “Sam, don't-” 

It was too late.

Gene and Dean watched in horror as Sam grasped Y/N’s wrist and raised it to his lips. With an animalistic snarl, he tore his teeth into her flesh over the brand, breaking it - a scream ripped harshly from her throat. His eyes rolled back and fell shut as the hot iron-tinged liquid filled his mouth and sunk into his throat.

“Sam!?” Gene shrieked in terror, not believing what she saw. After a long time, Sam eventually pulled back with a long gasp for air. His eyes opened, revealing nothing but blackness.

Gene screamed, her entire body trembling as the world suddenly moved in slow motion toward her. Dean now tackled Sam, roaring something inaudible to him as everything became white noise. The brothers were on the floor, Dean pleading with his brother.

“Sam, please!” Dean cried desperately. “Just stop and think for a second!!”

The demon choked a whispery laugh, “Your brother kills your soulmate,” she chuckled. “Didn’t see that coming,” she groaned, her lack of blood causing her to barely be able to move as she tried to recover quickly.

“Sam...please…” Dean sobbed. He knew the demon was wrong; Y/N was still alive. He knew because he could feel her and feel the pain she was feeling. He was beyond desperate, his heart broken into minuscule fragments already. “Please don't kill her…” Dean begged.

Sam blinked fast, and the world came back into focus around him. He saw Dean pleading with him, and the words suddenly made sense. He heard Gene’s sobs from the corner of the room she had retreated into, and he felt how terrified she suddenly was of him.

He looked at Y/N, lying near motionless on the ground but with that demonic twisted grin still on her face, like she thought she’d won.

He raised his arm, he wasn’t exorcising the demon, he was killing the bitch.

Y/N’s smile quickly faded as her body buckled from Sam’s powers. As Sam held his hand aloft, he forced himself to focus, the strain causing his nose to start bleeding harshly, his other hand holding his forehead. He looked in extreme pain, and he pushed himself, Y/N’s body arching unnaturally as orange light flashed. Y/N screamed before dropping back to the ground, unconscious.

Sam heaved a breath as he realized he’d done it, allowing himself to fall back to the ground, exhausted but still awake as he tried to recover.

The room around them began to swim like a mirage before disappearing altogether, leaving them in their same positions but on the dirt road in front of the Bunker again. Gene sat with her knees to her chest, rocking herself with her eyes locked on Sam. He was now unconscious, blood dripping from his nose and ears.

Y/N was the worst, with several fractures and her limbs bent at odd angles. Her wrist was bitten so hard it almost removed a massive chunk, and she was steadily gushing blood from the gaping wound, also unconscious. Dean could feel her fading fast and knew he’d lose her if he didn’t do something soon.

All of them were wounded, covered in blood, and near death because of him. Because of the sins of his past, coming back to haunt him. He would lose everyone he cared about and only had himself to blame.

PART 7

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Again// Twister

Part 4

Summary: A love-hate relationship between a cold, could careless, Scott and happy, carefree Marian. The two of them are on different sides when it comes to chasing Tornadoes.

What could happen between the two of them when Tyler Owens is playing Cupid.

{Scott x OC fem}

Part1, Part2, Part3, Part4, Part 5

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A soft smile formed on her lips as she remembered the event of last night. Her arm began to move trying to find Scott's body when she didn't she sigh looking around wondering if he was changing. 

When she didn't see him she called out for him but got no answer. What the fuck? Taking a look around the room she noticed his clothes were gone. She grabbed her phone and dialed his number a smile on her lips as she waited for him to pick up when he didn't she opted to text him instead.  

Marian- Did you guys already leave? Marian- Scott? Marian- Hello?

A pang went through her entire body but she refused to cry instead she picked up her clothes and made her way to her room. Fucking him had been a fucking mistake.

After taking a shower and packing her clothes she made her way to the van. Tyler looked at her a smirk on his lips as he looped his arm on her shoulders. "I went to see if you were fine but you weren't in your room" Tyler teased. Mar didn't say anything as she pushed his arm away and made her way to the truck focusing on her tablet.

Tyler stood there wondering if Scott was just as bad as fucking as he was talking. But now that he thought of it the Storm Par was gone. "Mar?" He asked as he got in the truck. "An hour from here should be another tornado in a few hours" Mar spoke tapping away on her tablet and ignoring him not wanting him to ask more questions. 

"Give me that shit" Tyler spoke taking Scott's hat and placing one of his as he threw the hat to the back of the truck.

"Forget about that good for nothing, I'm sure once you go back you'll find yourself a good man and wealthy unlike that bitch" Tyler smiled making her smile as well "You forget he is wealthy, he's the nephew of the owner of Storm par" Tyler gave her a grin "Someone wealthier" He corrected himself. "We truly don't have luck when it comes to our love life huh?" Mar told him making him laugh. "It seems we don't,  little one, it seems we don't."

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A few days had gone by since the incident with Scott, thankfully they had not run into storm par but Kate had texted wondering what had happened between the two of them. Kate had told her that Scott was more of an asshole than usual and was a pain in the ass to be around. Mar had been honest with her and told her what had happened the night before they took off.

With Kate and Storm Par, they had called it a day and went back to the hotel they were staying at. "You need a babysitter now too?" Scott asked annoyed at Javi making Kate turn her finger jabbing into his chest. 

"You need to chill the fuck up! Just because you ran away from her because you were a coward that couldn't appreciate a good woman does not mean you get to be a bitch now! I have never met someone so stupid as you Scott" Kate sneered as she left for her own room leaving behind Scott and Javi to look at one another.

"The hell happened between you two?" Javi asked making Scott sneer "T'fuck you looking at? Don't you have a job to be doing?" Scott shouted at one of the interns as he left for his own room. 

When he made it a sigh left his lips as he saw the missed call and text from Marian. God, she had felt so good, but he was scared he hadn't felt this vulnerable with someone and it scared him. It was better for her to think he was an asshole that didn't deserve her.

Javi was left behind confused as to what the fick had happened. All he remembers was Scott knocking on his door in the butt crack of dawn that they needed to leave. T'fuck happened between him and Mar?

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Much to her luck, they ran paths with Storm Pat again. Marian lowered her hat as she quickly made her way to her room ignoring Scott. Kate gave Scott a look as she went to knock on her door telling her it was her and not a certain someone. 

Tyler couldn't help but feel bad for Mar, he had kind of pushed them together in a way. Now looking at Mar all sad made him feel horrible but not horrible enough not to beat the fuck out of Scott.

Tyler kept his gaze on Scott a scowl on his face as he made his way to them. "Here" Tyler spoke shoving the hat to Scott's chest "Don't fucken get near her again!" He warned him and left.

Javi gave Scott a look "What?" Scott snartle "Nothing," Javi told him leaving him to go take a much-needed nap. Scott looked up to see his room number noticing that he was next to Mar just like before. He stared at her door wondering if he should knock and apologize but he chose not to and made his way inside his own room.

By nightfall, Tyler had texted her of a rodeo that would be happening a few miles from where they were staying. Not really having much to do she got out of bed and changed into some jeans, a shirt, and a pair of boots and headed out the door. As she made her way to one of the trucks she came face to face with Scott. The two of them gave each other a look.

Marian didn't say much but she cursed herself as she looked him up and down. He was wearing a pair of grey sweats and a black t-shirt that hugged his entire body perfectly. Fuck why they he have to be so hot?

"Mar-" That's all it took for her to snap out of it as she walked past him and made her way to the truck starting it when she saw him walking her way. Scott was left there a look of defeat on his face as he went back to Javi's room wondering if he knew where she was heading. Or could track down their truck.

It didn't take long for Javi to open the door a confused look on his face when he saw Scott. "Where is Marian going" Javi didn't say much instead he opted to close the door on Scotts face. Scott stood there confused as fuck before knocking again harder this time.

"Javier! Open the fucking door!" Scott sneered. Inside Javi let out a sigh before opening the door. "I have no fucking idea what happened between you and Mar... But I know you hurt her! So no I ain't telling you where she is going! Now leave me the fuck alone" Javi sneered "Melolengo, estupido, como puede ser que seas tan arrogant?" Javi added before slamming the door in his face again.

Scott stood there not knowing what the last part meant but he knew he got called stupid. With one last glare, he left for his room wondering if he could track their truck with his tablet.

It wasn't long for Mar to make it to the town a smile forming on her lips as she made her way to the rodeo trying her best to stay away from Kate and Tyler who sat a few rows in front of her. Mar enjoyed the show as she ate her hotdog. More than a few times she would wince when the men would go flying as the bull went after them.

As the night went on she had forgotten about Scott her head on the rodeo and taking pictures of Tyler and Kate as they spoke with one another. The fun didn't last when the tornado warning went out. Tyler and Kate were quick to look back at her their eyes widened as Mar jumped down the bleachers and to them. "Let's get the fuck out of here," She told them as she reach for her tablet but remembered that she had not brought it with her.

The three of them began to make their way out of the arena just to see people going in their cars and leaving. Looking up the three of them could see the tornado forming as the thunder illuminated. 

"There should be some kind of shelter" Tyler shouted as they made their way towards the motel. "Go inside I'll make sure no one needs help" Mar shouted as she left the two of them alone and ran out.

Making her way around she notice everyone running like headless chickens trying to get the fuck out of there. Looking up she knew they didn't have enough time before the tornado hit. "Sir, you won't make it!" Marian shouted as an older gentleman looked at her as he held his dog. "Then what do you suggest we do?" He shouted as he looked up.

"Go to the motel there should be a basement" Marian smiled as the man nodded and left. She kept walking holding herself as the heavy rain soaked her in seconds. Her hand rested on her face trying to shield it from the heavy rain as she kept sending people away she began to make her way back to where Tyler and Kate were just to see them running out of the motel. "Tyler! Tyler" She shouted but due to the strong wind her cries were swallowed.

Marian began to run to them trying to get to safety as she saw the tornado nearing them. Before she could go any further a piece of debris knocked her to the ground as the wind began to suck her towards the tornado. Her body froze as fear began to take over her senses. \

She tried to stand but was knocked out again by a branch this time a scream sounded she didn't know where it came from but part of her knew it was her. It wasn't until she felt a grip on her arm. Looking up she saw a man smiling down at her as he helped her.

"Come on sweetheart," He smiled as they made it to one of the sheds in the back. "Hold up, my friends! We must tell them" She shouted as she pointed to the motel. The man gave her a sad smile "I'm sorry love, but there's no basement there, Steady now, love" he whispered as he began to help her down to the basement. Marian couldn't help but cry at the thought of Tyler and Kate dying.

The man gave her a pitty look as he held her, the harsh wind sounded above them as the Torndado passed. The wooden doors shook like crazy making many cry. Marian stared at the black wall tears leaving her eyes.

Javi and Scott made it to the town after Javi received a warning of a tornado that would pass where Marian, Kate, and Tyler were. The two of them looked at one another as they saw what was left of it. 

"Javi" The voice of Kate made them look up a sigh of relief left Javi's lips as he made his way to her engulfing her in a hug and patting Tyler on the arm. "Where's Marian?" Scott asked when he didn't spot her with them. Tyler went wide-eyed as he left them.

"Mar! Mar!" He shouted. "Mar! Come on little one!" Tyler's voice began to crack as he shouted the name of his best friend. Scott stood there looking at him and then at the others as they began to shout her name. She was dead? He thought and it was his fault! If he hadn't left that night, she wouldn't have left... she would be back in the motel with him.

"Marian!" Tyler's scream brought him out of his train of thought. "Marian, oh thank you Jesus" Tyler cried as he brought her into a hug. Scott looked at her before walking her way. "How bad does it hurt?" Tyler asks when he notices the cut on her face. "I'm fine, mama" Marian laughed but Scott knew she was lying he could see she was in pain.

"Let's call the others" Tyler spoke taking his phone and dialing Boone. "Here" Scott spoke as he placed his sweater on her shoulders. "Thanks" that is all she said as she made her way to Tyler the older boy hugging her and guiding her to Javi's truck. 

Looking around she saw nothing but debris and people crying, she wanted to cry too.

Scott kept his attention on her, he could see her lip trembling as she wiped away her tears. "Fix it before it is too late" Javi hissed passing by him. Scott gave him a look as he left for his truck and grabbed a sprite.

"Here" Scott spoke as he handed her an opened bottle of Sprite. Mar gave him a look "Go fuck yourself" she told him turning around and ignoring his presence. "Marian... look I know me leaving and not answering your text or call was fucked-" Marian turned around with a look of anger on her face as she slapped the bottle of Sprite to the ground.

Scott looked at her then at the bottle of sprite that now laid on the ground.

"Did you only want to get in my pants? Was that all you were after Miller?" She shouted making Scott sigh. "Of course not, shortcake" this made her more mad. "Stop calling me that shit at this point call me a fucking slur" She sneered pushing him away and closing the door to the truck. Scott gave her a look as he tried to open the door just to realize it was locked.

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[islandtarochips]

Talofa, Taro! Another scenario with our OCs!

Since you mentioned Sami still gives Kanoa a hard time about what happened to Tiala, how would the three react if Anya stepped in to try and diffuse the situation. But if Sami is still being a pecker head about it, Anya would verbally go right for the throat and say:

"Are you angry because you were too much of a coward to rescue her yourself? Is that why you're using Kanoa as an emotional punching bag because you can't act like a grown man and point fingers at someone who doesn't deserve it?"

OH HO HO HO HO HO! DRAMAAAAAAAAAAAAS! Hehehe!

Okay. So let’s just say that Sami (Tiala and Kanoa’s 2nd oldest brother) was arguing with Kanoa about bringing Anya in. He knows who she is after the Captain explains about her past work. Sami was always the furious one in the family. He wouldn't want ANY terrorists to come into their island or home. But Kanoa wouldn't let him tell Anya off like that. And THAT'S when Sami had been brought up from the past. Telling his younger brother if he's going to make that same mistakes like he did back then. Which made Kanoa pause in silence and didn't dare to say it back.

Anya was there. She heard everything and was completely upset about it. As she had no choice but to step in between the two brothers. She defended Kanoa as she started to bring those up to him. The one that you typed of what Anya said to Sami did upset him. And it's not in a good way.

As the older brother looked at her in shock and in rage as she DARED call him a COWARD. And this is what he'll say to her.

"How fucking dare you calling ME a coward. I was out in the FUCKING SEA! FAR away from my family as I kept holding onto our names to represent! TRUSTING my brothers to take care of her while I'm GONE! But yet, I had gotten a call from Rangi (the 3rd eldest brother) AFTER this bastard found her for 5 months! 5! FUCKING! MONTHS! AND I NEVER KNEW ABOUT IT!"

You could imagine how much rage he had in his voice as he had NOTHING to hold back. As he continues raging about it.

"I came back as FAST as I could just to see if Tiala was okay. But NO. She was fucking scared out of her shits! One look at me and ANY of the boys. She would SCREAM! SCREAM! As if we're some kind of monsters! Whatever happened to her from those past 5 months. I KNOW that she suffered so much...if only they would call me earlier so I can HELP! But yet my own brothers decided to keep this away from me. Thinking that I'll overreact. OF COURSE I'LL FUCKING OVERREACT! SHE IS MY SISTER! THAT'S WHAT OLDER BROTHERS DO!"

While listening to his outburst, Kanoa would look away in shame when Sami was right about keeping this away from him. Even Tiala was surprised to hear about this as she looked at Kanoa.

Sami continued on as his voice started to shake a bit. "I have been trying my best to forgive them. But only to Rangi since I know it wasn't HIM who had let those Narcos take away our little SISTER! And the person who told him to NOT TO TELL ME!" After he was done saying what he had to say. He finally took a deep breath before giving that glare onto this woman. And took a step forward before leaning down to Anya. "So tell me if I'm a coward NOW. And if you dare step into our business again. I won't hesitate to DROWN you out at sea."

Then Tiala stepped in as she stopped her brother from coming in further to Anya. "SAMI! STOP it! Back up and let's go somewhere quiet!"

Sami was silenced while still glaring at Anya before leaning back and scoffed as he let Tiala take him away to another room. While Kanoa was looking down on the ground, he smiled at Anya as he lay his hand on her shoulder.

"Thanks, Anya. But it's okay. I'm sorry that you have wasted your energy on him. Just...don't get involved, alright? It's mine to bear." He gave that tiring smile before walking into the room where Sami and Tiala were in. "The koko laisa and bread with tea is ready for ya in the kitchen. Eat some. I'll be back in an hour."

And...end of scene. Okay, now I know this may not be the answer you might be hoping for. But that is the truth of the reason why Sami had that grudge all this time against Kanoa. I wanted to make Sami feel this much rage as if he was left out. Left out from something important that he thought his brothers would handle to help their sister. Left out from being able to help them no matter how far he was.

Sami is the next in line to take care of his family since his older brother was GONE. He felt the responsibility was on his shoulders as he also wanted to join something that will make his family proud. That's why he wanted to join the Navy (To honor one of his Uncle's, his mother's side, wishes). To continue on their family's legacy of joining the military.

And he had put his trust in his other brothers to take care of Tiala while he was gone. But then received the news from Rangi about their sister's return from being kidnapped. He was scared and shocked to hear that he never KNEW about this. For this part, I will have to stop since I don't want to spoil it any further. Because I'm writing this story down of a Prequel story from "The Blame". It'll show how Kanoa thought he got rid of those guilty feelings a long time ago. Until it came back. You can take a look if you want and shall wait for the Prequel one!

So I hope this will answer your question! Thank you for sending it though! Love ya, pele!

[dabihawksluvr]

jesus christ dude. I understand headcanoning characters as queer or gay or whatever but your "dabi is a misogynist" post reeks of your own internal misogyny. maybe do some soul searching and figure out why you talk to the women you're talking to in that post as they're lesser than you. and hell, what made you post that in the first place???? absolutely insane to put in the main tags. also using c.ai because you can't come up with your own plot is fucking embarrassing get a grip

Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this one today <3

First off, it's pretty obvious that Dabi has some form of his own internalized misogyny because at one point he called both his mom and Fuyumi the 'weak ones' in the family (literally said that the females in the family are all weak-willed). Maybe he fixes that with Toga, because he obviously treats her loads better especially when she goes back to her childhood home. But you cannot tell me, for one iota of however many brain cells you have left in your head, that Dabi was 'never' negative about women in general?? It doesn't need to be spelled out, it's right there if you just pick up the context clues given.

And it doesn't make me love him any less either, if anything it makes me love him MORE because of the angst that can be made with the thought that any Y/N!Female could be the ONE woman he finally gets better for in that aspect. And I love stories where those kinds of guys realize their mistakes with hating all women, it's glorious and makes me weep every single time I read about it.

Oh, and fun fact, I am biologically female. So if you're trying to say I'm 'misogynistic' because I identify as male, oh boy are you SO wrong. I just find it funny that ever since I started identifying as male (around a month ago I specifically came out as DemiBoy) suddenly the influx of 'anti-man' comments are coming straight for me whenever I bring this stuff up. So go on, I honestly need a good laugh today and your anger is hilarious to me.

I'm not using C.AI anymore btw (the bot is too negative/mean now for me to get any joy out of using the site), but even if I was...cool? It's not like I'd take whatever was written and copy-paste it as my 'fanfiction', you weirdo. I just used it for fun, in fact most bots I made on the site were kept private *unless* it was an OC or 'original' plot of mine.

As for me posting all that stuff to begin with - have you SEEN how some in the fandom write Dabi??? Some make him out to be an absolute dick, far worse than anything I've ever thought about him. Like, making him into an even worse abuser than Endeavor ever was. But at least with MY headcanon, he can be redeemed because his reasoning for seeing women as 'weak' is based on actual canon rather than just a sexual fantasy about someone being abused and liking it (nothing against those who like that stuff but it wasn't my point when writing my post).

Or, on the flip side, fans who write him seem to forget his more 'mean' points of his character and it just feels disingenuous to me. I prefer being close to canon with how I see characters, not against the fandom versions in any way but in my head I always stay close to how they're portrayed by the OG creator/writer. And I also like angst, I am allowed to 'bump up' certain character traits if it fits my headcanons and if you don't like it then tough tits.

Also, you are a coward. Sending me an anonymous 'ask', at least be up-front and let me know your username so I can rightfully block you. Because I'm only writing this as you left yourself unknown, I cannot go to your account and erase you from my side of Tumblr because you might get some (much needed) backlash for this.

Go fuck yourself, and anyone else like you who thinks you can talk shit and get away with it. Fucking coward.

[spin-birdie]

kinktober day 4: voyeurism/exhibitionism

kinktober prompt list

word count: ~570

pairing: tav (oc)/astarion

rating: explicit

additional tags: transmasc tav, astarion's pov somewhere between the act 2 confession and act 3 resolution, so there's some angst/allusions to astarion's trauma

Thorn won't stop staring at Astarion, even as his eyelids flutter from pleasure, But Astarion can't find the strength to meet Thorn's gaze. Instead, he watches raptly, barely breathing as Thorn's skilled fingers caress his swollen, tiny cock.

Thorn doesn't get wet very fast. He mentioned it on their first night together. Bashfully warned Astarion that they'd need oil, or else Thorn wouldn't be wet enough to fuck until he'd already come. At the time, Astarion had brushed him off, dropping some line about 'a better idea'. An idea that put Thorn's pleasure first. An idea that would see Astarion's tongue put to its only real use.

But then he blinks, and shoves those thoughts aside. Thorn's fingers drag through his folds, gathering a trace amount of slick to rub into his dick. His legs part, and he leans back against the bed as he quickens his pace.

He masturbates a lot like a woman; an observation Astarion knows better than to remark on. He rubs his cock in circles, or side to side, for the most part. Occasionally, he stops to fuck his fingers, his engorged cock peeking out and exposed.

Astarion licks his lips, nails digging into his thighs. In another life, he would march over there in a heartbeat to take that nub into his mouth. To make love to it with his tongue and lips. To delve his tongue into Thorn's sweet cunt and taste his slick. He aches to be inside him, to taste and feel him, to be consumed by him…

But he doesn't move. He can't. As soon as he imagines Thorn trying to reciprocate - warm hands on his back, a wet tongue writhing against his - it's a slippery slope towards feelings and memories Astarion wishes he could carve out of his skull more than anything. So he simply watches Thorn touch himself.

Giving himself the pleasure Astarion can't give him.

As seconds stretch into minutes, Thorn loosens up. He releases the subtle tension in his shoulders. His eyes flutter closed. The slick sound of his fingers working his cock fills the tent. His head tilts back, lips parting in a quiet gasp.

Gods. He's so handsome in the throes of pleasure. Astarion imagines himself fingering Thorn, stretching him slowly, working his cunt until it clenches around his fingers, drenching him deliciously.

"You're hard."

Thorn's soft remark snaps Astarion out of his stupor. Gods, when did his erection become so painful? His body aches for relief, for a warm body-- for Thorn's body. His stomach churns, his skin bristles. He's locked in a purgatory state. Wanting and not wanting in equal measure.

"It's okay," Thorn says, as if he knows what's on his mind. "Touch yourself. Or…or don't. I'm flattered either way," he pants. His adorable, nervous smile makes Astarion's dead heart seize uncomfortably.

But his words manage to break through the mental paralysis, in some way. Astarion sighs, shifts in his seat, and takes himself in hand. He tries to match Thorn's pace and technique. Slow, purposeful strokes. Rubbing his thumb against the head til his toes curl.

"I want you so much," Astarion hisses.

"Me too," Thorn admits. "Would… Would you tell me? What parts of me do you want?"

The question is multilayered, and it gets tangled in the brambles of Astarion's shameful mind.

What parts of me are you attracted to? What parts of me are valuable? What's stopping you from fucking me? What would you do to me right now if you weren't a coward?

Astarion can only grit his teeth as he responds. "Everything."

[tequitoclown]

Hey guys what do you think my of my new watermark?

[Image ID: White text on a transparent background reading: "I made this artwork myself for myself. I made the artwork on my PAID copy of Clip Studio Paint 3.0.4. I really don't fucking care if nobody likes it, really, I'm not even here to get famous, This is my fucking life and I'll draw whatever the fuck I want. Download it and scribble over it just out of spite, I really don't care. Just don't fucking scrape this shit into your half-asses "AI" bullshit. Like are you fucking kidding me? Your dumbass can't draw, so instead of going to look at some tutorials for FREE on Youtube, developing your goddamn skill, you take MY hard work, put it into some fucking machine, and make it spit out garbage so you can giggle and said "I did it!" Like no you fucking didn't. That's like going to Mcdonald's, ordering food, and telling everyone you cooked the goddamn burger yourself. No you fucking didn't. You're standing on the back of someone else's work. You typed some tiny words in a box and got a busty woman with fucked-up hands. You've created a machine that just spits out garbage with the same art style. Have you considered just trying to draw yourself? Yeah it's gonna look like shit. If you want artwork immediately you can pay a fucking artist to draw your weird fucking idea. Go ahead, do it. Go tell an artist to draw a hot MILF or whatever the fuck you're typing into those fucking generators. They'll fucking do it. Just give them money, an idea and they make something beautiful, unique, and something you'll appreciate. But no, not you. You've got a plan to take the shitty 30-minute piece of art that I shit out and put it into a goddamn machine so you can make better shit. What the fuck is it going to help you with? You think taking artwork of my dumb fucking OC is going to do you any good? He's literally just for me. Like 4 people even knows he exists. Want my fursona too you little fuck? Or are you too much of a coward? Go ahead. I don't give a shit anymore. FUCK YOU. Your whole, FUCKING, EXISTENCE. Fuck. you." ./End ID]

[drainmybloodoutofme-heartstops]

Yeah, here’s why there’s zero OC content on either of my blogs

They fall into boxes. Three to be specific, and are all, and I can’t understate this, EXTREMELY INAPPROPRIATE. I also have people who know me irl on here so here we go.

I’m like in such a good place right now. Like, I’m going to be myself no matter what, I’m done cutting myself up into tiny bite sized pieces, I’m going to stay whole and LET YOU FUCKING CHOKE ON MY VERY BEING

I wanna be an author one day

OC categories under the cut

Mentally ill-focused guys

These ones are gory, depressing, vile, violent and abhorrent humans. But at the same time, they’re people with struggles and desires and lust and hopes and dreams and fears. Of course they are also sexual, they’re people. But they’re also tools I use to understand psychology and philosophy and different world views. Overall, very productive characters. These make up half if not more of my original characters (idk how many ocs I have) as a person who lives with severe mental illness, I consider these ones to be more slice of life. They also help me grasp the better understanding of acting 

Sexuality based guys

these characters are tools. Sexology is a topic I grow a larger understanding of every time I research these characters and concepts it’s honestly a form of psychology at this point when I make these characters, it’s like my science they get to learn more about sex and attraction and it makes me feel happy and good when I write these guys. Also, these categories aren’t monoliths so a lot of these characters also fall into the mentally ill category. Because they’re people and there’s nothing more raw than being a person. 

SNZ

Okay, look I know it’s taboo to talk about these things on main. You’re supposed to have your own separate blog for fetish stuff because it’s shameful or something but it’s like lifting up a rotting log and finding a bunch of bugs and worms under it it’s so cool when you get to discover a rare gem of a community like this. When it’s a thing you’ve known about yourself for years, you just didn’t know the name of until a couple years ago, it feels like a piece of your puzzle. The puzzle won’t be finished until you die, but that’s a piece of it. I’m going to let you look up SNZ on Tumblr by yourself because I am too much of a coward to discuss it here.

Based off real people I know

What’s a better way of writing characters than using personalities you’ve already known because you can’t just build a personality from the ground up at least in my case, you probably can. But I do enjoy basing personalities of people I know. More of a sub category if anything. And there’s probably so many more other categories I could add here but these are the big ones. I’m looking at you: Zach, Damien, Leilani, river, Logan, Charlotte, Avery,

Conclusion:

Writing is fucking hard and people are so complicated and beautiful and horrible and we’re honestly just fractals of personality. There’s infinite things about ourselves. Unlearning shame we have about being freaking humans is an integral part of understanding things.

-A psychology nerd 

[shakesthewizard]

Untitled Stormlight OC Fic, pt 1

cw: discussion of suicide & suicidal ideation

Lightning exploded only a handful of feet to Sahan’s left, and before the thunder could even begin to fade, a boulder crashed downward in front of her. She stood hunched against the leeward side of a grain silo, arms wrapped tightly around herself. She was soaked to the bone, and her hair tied itself in knots in the wind. She sobbed, crying out in a hoarse voice that vanished in the wind. The storm was at its height; the time had come. All she had to do now was step out into the wind.

“You won’t do it,” said the voice. Sahan jumped, yelping. Squinting through her hair, she saw it – the pattern in the stone, like the shape of lightning burned into the stone.

“Fuck you,” she spat at the shape. “I told you to stop following me, you voidbringer shit.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” Said the voice, strangely clear in the storm, “kill yourself at me?”

“Fuck you,” she said again, softer this time. Thunder deafened her.

“If you wanted to die, you would’ve picked something more reliable than the old man,” it said. “I’m not challenging you, kid. I’m telling you what you knew going in.”

“Of course I don’t want to die!” she screamed.

“But you think you deserve to.”

“Because I do.”

There was quiet for a time, and Sahan could tell, somehow, that the thing on the ground in front of her was considering.

Eventually, he said, “Maybe. To be honest with you, ‘deserve’ has never made a lot of sense to me.”

“Well let me fill you in,” she said, suddenly full of spite. “Sometimes a human hurts another human. Hurts them too badly to ever make it right. Too badly for the person she hurt to ever get better. So badly that the closest thing anyone can get to closure is for the one who fucked up to guarantee that nobody ever has to worry about seeing her again. I deserve this because I was given a choice, and the power to make it, and I chose wrong. Just let me die. Please.”

The voice paused again. “No.”

The storm raged around them.

“Why?”

“Because the last person who listened to me died with blood in his teeth. Because you and I are the same kind of idiot, and I’m too stupid to give up on a lost cause.”

“So what do you want with me?” she asked.

“You know what I want.”

And she did. The thought crystalized in her mind. She tasted bile.

“You want me to take the coward’s way out. To make the selfish choice, again.”

“I promise if it goes wrong, you can blame everything on me.”

She drew a shaking breath. She thought of her mother. She spoke.

“Life before death.”

[misty-wisp]

i uh. i voiced asuka's persona awakening for funsies since i have it written. it's a little awkward with the lack of sound effects but i like how it turned out...

transcript below the cut

[Asuka]: "...Yeah. I hear you clear as day. One full year of nothing but hard work from me, obedience to you and everything, and that's what I get...I should've known it'd turn out this way. Y'know, you wouldn't have said any of this a year ago. Or maybe you would if I just pushed your buttons...But I was too much of a coward for that, huh...? I guess this means I can be honest with you for once. Most of this is already pretty obvious, but..."

[a slight chuckle.]

[Asuka]: "I am so fucking sick and tired of you. I put myself through all of this pain and suffering, isolating myself for your shitty establishment, doing everything I could for you. I made your drugs, I sold them off, I stayed late hours, I kept quiet--I did all of your fucking dirty work! I'm the reason you're even here where you're at right now, and what do I get!? Death threats from you, bruises from you, and late nights where I'm not even sure if I'm going to be alive the next day, all because of you!"

[a sharp breath.]

[Asuka]: "You're so goddamn selfish, forcing me and all those other people to do everything for you without a single thought about us...And I have to keep working for another 10 days before you execute me!? How about I just quit while I'm ahead instead!? I already know you're gonna try to get rid of me any--Sh--Shit, my head--GAHHHH!"

[a cackle, coming from another voice. Asuka's pained cries can be heard in the background]

[Aradia]: "Have you finally realized what you truly want? I've been waiting so long...I've called you time and again, you know. To think you'd finally answer...!"

[Asuka]: "Ngh...Wh-Who--!?"

[Aradia]: "Tell me, shall you look past what those above you desire and chase the freedom you yearn for? Or will you sit and lie like the peasant they think you as?"

[Asuka]: "I-I..."

[another cackle.]

[Aradia]: "I'll be taking that as a yes! I am thou, thou art I...Go, allow yourself to savor the freedom you rightfully deserve!"

[Asuka]: "Ugh--NGAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

[moment of silence, bc. i don't have sound effects. aha.]

[Asuka]: "I've ignored you for so long, Aradia...But it's fine now. I'm done with being a punching bag to this bastard!"