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vizishereig · 3 months ago

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Could I get "Sleep. I'll keep you safe." for whatever characters/pairing you'd like? :3

hehehe, I'm in a Serrenedy mood, I guess? this takes place in the Meteor Shower universe :D canon or not canon, that's the question >:3

also, before I put this, the pained noise Luis makes when Leon's tail "locks" is not bc it hurts him! it is tight, and it does bruise, but Luis is very very aware that a tail locking means a state of really high stress and feeling safe with that person. so, think of it as Luis reacting bc he's upset Leon had to deal with this whole shitshow!

anyway! here we go :3

41. "Sleep. I'll keep you safe." from this prompt list

Leon is volleyed back and forth between too many rooms after it’s over.

Decontaminate, get blood tested, quarantine. Go home, they tell him, don’t leave your house.

Going home is a funny thought, because his home has gone up in flames like the rest of Procyon. A purge of the infected, one that he was almost a victim of.

The last room is the worst, an unending void of question after question spoken by person after person. He’s forced to cut a deal, forced to be rezoned. The only other option was to be taken, turned into a lab rat instead.

He had hoped he would be put into some sort of office job or something. Hidden, like whatever secrets they were trying to cover up in Procyon. But he’s forced into the militant district, probably the last place he’d want to be.

After that’s done, they keep him in a room, telling him that unless someone can take him home, he’ll stay with them.

He feels like he’s almost in a dream as he’s given his transponder (it’s a cheery yellow color, his favorite. Or it was, because now the yellow is streaked with soot and dirt.) and allowed to contact someone for the first time in what feels like weeks. There’s only one answer here, and it’s obvious.

The message is sent and received, a phone call coming through. He answers.

“Leon, oh my god, you’re alive,” Luis says, clicks and layered with Spanish, he thinks. He makes an affirmative hum, sighing quietly. His tail is dragging in the ground behind him, swaying a little. He’s happy to hear Luis, but too tired to do much else.

“Come get me? I don’t… I don’t have anywhere else to go, I think,” he asks, voice sounding weak. The whole thing is starting to settle in now, making him feel brittle, almost. Like glass. He doesn’t like it.

The noise Luis makes sounds hurt, almost, and Leon thinks that maybe he’s overstepped, but then, “Yes, yeah, of course, love. Send me your location?”

And he does. Luis doesn’t hang up after, staying on the phone and keeping up a steady chatter of commentary. Leon has no energy to talk, giving the occasional click, but staying quiet otherwise.

When Luis finally reaches, he’s ushered out of the building with a bag of his things and nothing more with an order that they’ll send him whatever information he’ll need for his new post soon. Then he’s being held by Luis, soft clicks reverberating in his throat and a red tail wrapping around his leg, firm enough to show that the scientist is here but not enough to bruise.

His own tail comes up to wrap around Luis’s arm and there’s a clicking and stiffening, one that signifies that it’s not going to move for a while. Locked.

The noise Luis makes is pained and he wants to worry about him hurting the man, but he’s safe and he’s tired and Luis will take care of him, right?

“Hey, c’mon Sancho. Get in the car first before you pass out, amor,” Luis mumbles, voice continuing the sentence even after he stops clicking. Getting into the vehicle is awkward and Luis has to do an undignified shuffle over the car console to get to the drivers seat without Leon’s tail disengaging. But he get’s there and Leon drops into the passenger seat with all the grace of a bag of rocks. Luis frets over him a little longer, but finally deems him okay enough.

Still, he doesn’t want to sleep. Not yet. Not when there still could be danger around the corner.

Luis notices, because of course he does, and he brushes away Leon’s fringe from his face with his free hand, leaning over to plant a small kiss against his forehead.

“Sleep. I’ll keep you safe, yeah?” Luis reassures gently, and Leon finally allows himself to fall asleep, feeling the closet to okay he’s been since this whole thing started.

#procyon is the genus for raccoon according to google #so yeah :3 #prompt fills #alien leon fic #luis serra #leon s kennedy #serrenedy #serennedy

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shyvien · 1 year ago

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Here are 100 random quotes from Mammon!

Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they're minor spoilers)

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“I want to [CENSORED], [CENSORED], and [CENSORED] like there's no tomorrow!”

“Hey! No touchin'! Grrr..!”

“Hey! So you're just gonna ignore me, are ya?! ...Also, I SAID you're too close! Don't get near MC! And NO touchin'! I won't allow it!”

“I don't want to have anything to do with someone like you! That's it. we're done! It's over! ...gr ...! ...! Dammit! Like I could ever really say that to you! I love you, MC! And I'II NEVER break up with you, okay?! NEVER!

“Hey, whoa! Whaddya think you're doin', huh?! You want a piece of me?! IS THAT IT?!”

“Come on, I was just kiddin' around! Now go on and unblock me. ...I'll tell ya a funny joke if you do. "Who's got two thumbs and needs some company?" 👍 "THIS GUY!" 👍 At least gimme a pity laugh, will ya?!”

“Right now it's just you, me, a bed, and no one to bother us.”

“Oh yeah? Well do me a favor and look into your crystal ball and tell me how many times I'm gonna sock you for that smartass comment.”

“I don't THINK so! Like, don't go marryin' Asmo, MC! If you're gonna marry someone, marry m...m-m-m…..m-m-ME! MARRY THE GREAT MAMMON!”

“Y'know..I wouldn't have pegged you as someone who likes to stir up trouble. But you have some pretty interestin' ideas up there in that head of yours, don't ya?”

“Whoa, hey there. Those are some pretty harsh words. Is there some sorta bad blood between you?”

“Look at those cheeks of yours. What's up with those, huh? How'd ya like me to give 'em a little poke? ...Like that! ...And that!”

“Would ya look at that? The Great Mammon really has an eye for spottin' shiny and expensive things! Who knew such a little shop would have uncut gems like these? Hehehe, come to daddy...”

“What's this here...an emerald? You're a looker, aren't ya? Wanna come home with daddy?”

“Lemme go! I'm not gonna rest until l've landed one really good hit on Levi!… Beel! Lemme go, ya muscle-bound son of a...! …All right, bring it on! Do it...see what happens!”

“Man, what's got your panties in a wad all of a sudden?”

“Yeah-heah-HEAAAH! Sweet, sweet treasure! COME TO PAPA!”

“No frickin' way!”

“Geez, I oughta wrap you up for pullin' a stunt like that!”

“Y'see, I was plannin' on hanging out with MC in my room today. And I wanted to create a romantic atmosphere, y'know? So I lit about 500 candles, and the room caught on fire. Scared the bejeebers outta me!”

“You think a little w-warnin' like that would be enough to s-s-scare me off? He thinks I'm gonna stop s-s-spyin' on him because of that? As if!”

“Folks around here won't let us forget it. But they're just labels. By now, no one knows better than us that labels don't mean anything.”

“Th-That's so coooohohohohold! Ahahaha! Why you guys gotta be so meeeeean?”

“C'mon, man. Make with the mouth openin'. The rest of us are waitin' for our turn.”

“Yeah, I know what you're thinkin'. How'd I turn out to be so awesome? You can tell I've been through both highs and lows, and that I'm self-assured and totally sexy.”

“If I can land a nice, clean blow on Lucifer just once, then whatever happens, happens.”

“And I hate the way you lock eyes with Lucifer...and then like smile and stuff... Don't do that, okay? Don't even breath in front of him, okay?!”

“Exactly. Nothin' of value is missin', except for the stuff I sold.”

“That's rough, buddy.”

“You might not know what I'm talkin' about, but I know what l'm talkin' about! Quit showin' up in my dreams uninvited! Ya gotta give me time to prepare before you go bustin' in like that!”

“D-Dummy! Don't go makin' me say it!”

“Have you forgotten? I AM evil! Demon, remember?”

“What? No, you must be mistaken, Your Wonderfulness. I said absolutely nothing of the sort.”

“Whoever's disturbed my...*yawn* my sleep... I got a pile driver with your name on it”

“Hey, you sure you'll be satisfied with just leaving things at my head?”

“If you're wondrin' where I'm at, that means ya got it bad for me, don't ya? ...Please don't pull that "stay" thing on me.”

“Levi, you son of a-- You just full-on PUNCHED me!”

“Eh, still... It feels nice when you run your hand through my hair like that. So l'll go ahead and let it slide.”

“Wha? No, I wasn't tryin' to make fun of ya... Little guy.”

“Damn straight.”

“Anyway, he said he'd be willin' to lend me money again if I managed to pay back everythin' I owed. Obviously, there's no way I can, so I pretended not to have seen anythin' and ran like hell.”

“Nighttime's when I kick into gear! Let's go out on the town! Your treat!”

“I'm still laughin' my ass off over here!”

“You're the only thing more dazzlin' than a gold credit card! Almost blinding, I'd say!”

“Final boss, my ass! Listen up, 'cause the Great Mammon's got some truths for you haters!”

“Just this once, l'II let ya film me in a bathtub full of money! How's THAT for fan service?!”

“So? Waitin' like a good boy's gone and earned me some kinda reward, right?”

“I'll raise my favorability score with MC lickety-split, profess my love, and win this game before you even know what hit you!”

“...Aww. ...I mean, now listen, you! Dammit. You really play dirty, you know that...?”

“Ah, there ya are! How'd you like to hit the casino with me, huh?! Right now! I'm feelin' lucky today. REAL lucky!”

“Just so we're clear, I ain't afraid of no horror movies. Not even a little! Not even a teensy-tiny bit, all right? Like, seriously.”

“Just to be clear, it's not like l'm afraid Lucifer might catch me if I go alone. That's not what this is about. Seriously, that's not what this is about! For real, it isn't!”

“I've got some serious business opportunities lined up for after classes tomorrow. I'm talkin' makin' some mad cheddar, yo! If Lucifer asks about me, tell him I was called to the human world by the witches, would ya?”

“You don't sleep until I do, you got that? And would ya look at that?! The ol' Sandman forgot to sprinkle his magical sand in my eyes! So strap in, buddy! We got a looooong night ahead of us!”

“Listen, Lucifer is gonna be all over my ass once he finds out…”

“No need to worry your pretty little head. I'll be around for meals and sleep. The bed's pretty big, after all”

“Yeah, a real gold digger, that one.”

“I wasn't about to give in to that jerk's demands. I've got more self-respect than that. So, I told him what the deal was: I get the room rent-free and he can shove his two-year contract where the sun don't shine. But then that snake threatened to snitch to Lord Diavolo and Lucifer if I didn't pay up.”

“Cheap shot callin' a guy stingy cause he's lookin' out for his pal.”

“Bet your wonderin' how a guy like me-drownin' in debt, frozen credit card, more lint in his pockets than Grimm-“

“Using my power and influence, I'll push you through the auditions and get you the chance to model, no strings attached! Well, maybe one string: front and center's all mine. Hope the edge is good enough for ya!”

“I swear, I'm not tryin' to pull a fast one on ya, MC, ol' buddy ol' pal!”

“We're pals, right? If ya really wanna know the details, I'll tell ya for 500 Grimm. If you've got the cash on-hand now, I'll tell ya for half the price. So, what'll it be?”

“Hey! MC! Why ya runnin' BUDDY?”

“Ya know, just a peek! So, help me out by opening the door, just a little?… But I caaaaaaaaan't! Open the door and let me see already!”

“My dear sunglasses just took their last breath... I kinda accidentally killed them. I crushed them...with my rear end. That's right, my poor sunglasses...and bum.”

“I'll whip up my special cup ramen! I'll bring it up in a bit, so just sit tight.”

“Look, l'm sendin' ya a ping! So get your butt over here, pronto!”

“Seriously, I'll bust my ass and get there at Mach speed!”

“Crap, that really does make me feel all warm and fuzzy. Thanks, MC. I love ya a whole bunch, too!”

“I got a raffle ticket when I went shoppin' today, so I tried my luck, and booyah. Jackpot, baby!”

“I've got jack all to do! JACK ALL!”

“Listen to what I'm saying, dammit! Can't someone shut this guy up?!”

“Huh, ya don't say. Whoopsie.”

“If you're thinkin' of saving that picture of me on your D.D.D., I swear I'll put a curse on ya! I'll make it so that you never find money layin' on the street again! And don't you forget it...”

“Jealous? Wanna join me, right? Well, this isn't the sorta place that humans can just go lollygaggin' about in, so keep your pants on.”

“Haha! That's all ya got?!”

“It's an honor to be fightin' ME!”

“Muahahaha. ALL points for MAMMON! Bow down to me!”

“Hehehe, I'm feelin' GOOD today. I got ya somethin'!”

“Oh...? Yeah, that's the spot! Right there!”

“That's a good human. You're gettin' the hang of it, aren't ya?”

“Yo. So ya dropped in to pay Mammon a visit, eh? Good on ya!”

“Missin' the Great Mammon, were ya? Heh, welcome home.”

“Hey, not there! That tickles!”

“What are ya, a spoiled brat?”

“I guess everyone's like that with their first. Who knew ya could be so cute. Hey, why dontcha be more greedy? That way you'd really win my heart.”

“Hey... Oi... All right, already! Pay attention to me!”

“Hey, can't ya be gentle?!”

“Ya know what do to, doncha? Thanks!”

“Eeeew, take that back. Give it to someone else.”

“Hahaha! Is that all ya got? It's nothing compared to Lucifer's swing!”

“Don't think you can get away with this!”

“Here, I got a present for ya! Beach time, you and me! Let me show you how well I can swim!”

“Also, I'm goin' wakeboarding but... I'm gonna bring you along too, 'cause ya know, I like hangin' out with ya and stuff.”

“A Red Demonus after a long day's work is the best! Why doncha grab one too?”

“It's cool if we chill here and drink together, yeah?”

“This looks so flippin' good!”

“Hey, why don't we go this year? Keep the date open, all right?”

“They're very nice, so I thought it woulda cost ya a pretty penny!”

Couple extra for my boy

“You wanted to match with me, ya say?! Cute!”

“Someone put a photo frame in your room, right? That was me. You were eyein' it up in the shop so I bought it. You put a picture of everyone in it, but I really wanted you to put one of just us t... Never mind.”

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I love this goofy fucker

𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #fanfic #obey me mammon #obey me quotes #om! mammon

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aruanimess · 8 days ago

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Χαῖρε, Myrtle! (I hope it's the right form of a greeting in Ancient Greek.) Nice to see you out there. Just noticed a great AruAni blog (with a pinch of genuine feeling towards ASOIAF), and here you are with your new subscriber. Wanna ask you: what brought you into AruAni - is it about their cuteness, their near perfect compatibility, their development, or is it about something I failed to notice?.. Ofc, there are some more great pairings out there, but you seem to really cherish the blondies, so my first (and stupid) question to you regards them. Moreover (I hope you'd forgive me for it), I have a question for you as to a writer from a writer. What drives you to write - muses or discipline? Both ways have their ups and downs, yet I think it's near impossible to make an actually great combo of both. I wish you everything best, and good (timezone), Myrtle! You're great.

Hello Clover! (I hope it’s okay to call you this)

Yes, I do believe it’s the right form, at least as far as I remember from high school, hehehe

I’m glad to see you here! I recall seeing you in Cigarette Duet’s comment section, and well a fellow @darcycrow admirer is always welcome in my book!

I am indeed a huge ASOIAF fan. I’m currently in the middle of a reread of the main series actually! These books hold a special place in my heart for many reasons.

Now onto your questions.

The reasons you listed are definitely a big part of what drew me to these silly blonds, but what really cemented them as THE AoT ship for me is the way they both embody the themes of the story. Through these two we get a larger picture of what the story is trying to say. Both to their core are sensitive people thrown in situations where they have to disregard this part of themselves, and they both deal with it differently. Annie, who was raised in a less forgiving society, embraces compliance and indifference, while Armin, who had a sliver of leeway by virtue of living in the outskirts of a largely feudal society, takes the path to idealism and quiet (and not so quiet) resistance.

Here’s the thing though: both aspire to what the other is doing. Aside from their sensitivity and intuition they both carry a strong sense of practicality. They’re smart cookies with great observational skills, so they *know* that neither approach quite cuts it. Idealism takes a blow when confronted with the horrors of the world, and surprisingly so does indifference. There’s only so much a person who cares can turn a blind eye to, and the more you do it the more it hurts you. So Annie looks up to Armin’s resistance and idealism, while Armin looks up to Annie’s ruthlessness and decisiveness.

The answer lies in the balance of it all, which is not necessarily the middle point between these two ideologies, but a new third option that combines the two. A synthesis, as a commenter of mine put it. You can’t lead a life based on indifference as it is largely unproductive, but you have to armor yourself as well. Naïveté will get you eaten by wolves, but principles guide us to a better future.

Honestly, I love these two, and I can talk about possible interpretations of what they represent for hours on end, so let’s move on to your second question.

I think of writing approaches as a spectrum with pure inspiration on one end and pure discipline on the other. As writers we fall somewhere in this binary, usually closer to one pole or the other. I’m mostly a muse-driven author, although I’ve been trying to work on my discipline for the past couple of years.

At this point in my life, writing is very much my hobby, so I find it’s fruitless to drain all the fun out of it and treat it like a chore that needs to be done no matter what. However it is also a craft that I want to hone as much as possible, so I try to engage it in a manner that challenges me constantly. As you said, I’m not sure if a perfect combo can be achieved, but at the same time I think we can learn from each other and improve our skills.

So yeah, that’s all I have! Have a great [timezone]!

#asks #aruani #aot meta #armin arlert #annie leonhart #writing

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leonenjoyer69 · 6 months ago

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I hope you don't mind this ask, but I'm in a huge Jekyll and Hyde hyperfixation rn (both TGS and OG novella) and I saw a post from you about how "Cotard's Solution" fits his Vibe; did you ever go on a ramble of Will Wood songs that fit Jekyll/Hyde? I'd love to hear them! I'm usually either an emo rock or hyperpop fan but I'd love to dip my toes into more Will Wood ever since my friends have shown me his songs :] I hope this isn't too much of an ask!

OF COURSE I DON'T MIND HEHEHE >:3 (also I'm so so sorry I kept forgetting about this 💀 BUT I'VE FINALLY DONE IT), I did originally connect a bunch of will wood songs to TGS characters in this post, and then I talked a bit about my Jekyll and Hyde playlist here (tho these are all various artists and Chonny Jash, not will wood, still a good collection of songs imo! Especially if you like emo rock and Hyper pop!!), but I would gladly go into detail about a bunch of Will Wood songs and how I connect them to TGS/J&H once more >:3

I LOVE WILL WOOD I'M SO NORMAL (also if there's any specific song from that first post, the honorable mentions in this, or my playlist that anyone wants an explanation for, just ask, bc idrk off the top of my head what to explain lmao, and if I have the thinking capacity to, I love explaining my reasoning!! :3)

OKAY OKAY, I'm probably not gonna hit many songs, but I'll try to get a few :3 I usually don't do these this in depth and I don't wanna make it too horribly long 💀

FIRST UP, A FRESH ONE I HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT (bc apparently it hasn't been on my main playlist... I'm kinda slow sometimes): SKELETON APPRECIATION DAY

HEAR ME OUT, the "bones" could be interpreted as Hyde, or just all of Jekyll's hidden parts-- anything that isn't the perfect gentleman he prefers to show. And like!!! The lyrics can be connected so easily!! "While my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts" transformation, next.

"All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming" I don't even feel like I gotta say anything on that one.

"All love starts as a scheme, So wake me up, I'm tired of sleeping" bro literally didn't believe Lanyon loved him, the 'waking up' could be the first transformation.

And like!! The chorus!! "Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones / Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home /Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone / If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?" Hell, I can see this as Jekyll asking (or at least wishing for) Lanyon to be more vulnerable, but!! Better yet, Lanyon asking/wishing that of Jekyll, since he knows how Jekyll just tends to cover everything up.

Idk, maybe I'm just talkin outta my ass, but I think this is really up there on my list of TGS-able Will Wood songs.

NEXT (another fresh song I haven't rambled about before): HALF-DECADE HANGOVER

I LOVE THIS SONG SM!!! I EAT IT UP EVERY TIME IT COMES ON!! PROBABLY MY FAV WILL WOOD SONG RN!!

Anyways, this song is so so soooo angstily Jekyll coded, let's go straight to the lyrics >:3

"Wonder how I didn't die / This is not my life. I'm no survivor, I only happened to survive" right out the gate, first lines. Bro literally drank chemicals and now shares half his life with an entirely different consciousness.

"Down the days I have left, with one eye open"- could be him drinking the potion, with the one eye open being only half of him--"That was me screaming "Bitch, I am reality" / And stumbling off to lose myself in a brown paper bag cause me and / Sweet Evan Williams got a date down on Avenue / A staving shakes scraping change till daybreak / Turns out anyone can eat out the trash / Then wake up on the freeway mid-crash" could literally just be Hyde doing stupid shit and Henry regaining control 'mid-crash', ie when problems arise because of either of them tbh.

And the chorus!!! "Cause I was drunk when I made my bed / Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it /What have I done? Don't know what I've said / It's a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead / It's a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my aching head" bro was at his worst when he made that potion, and now he's stuck with the consequences. And the "this, in jail, or dead" those are the only options he thinks he has to deal with Hyde now!!

"Tripped on a couple steps, and collapsed on the stairs / Broke my neck on the backs of those who I've hurt and scared" my guy has been lying to everyone around him for years, but now everythings falling apart and it's coming back to bite him in the ass so hard now.

LAST LYRIC BC AT THIS RATE I'LL THROW THE WHOLE SONG IN-- "Sober, but still so much still hangs over / Please believe me when I say I poured my whole past down the drain / Say that a second chance is a chance I can take" first of all, the poured my whole past down the drain could be him literally giving up the man he was and taking the potion, OR, him dumping all the potions in that one scene, teehee. Secondly, the second chance part and the lines that follow in the song, totally him at Lanyon.

Next: OUTLIARS AND HYPPOCRATES

This one to me is a very Hyde song, specifically him talking to Jekyll.

"Cause I doubt that you would even if you could change / You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange / I doubt that you would even if you could change / The things that make you special are the things that make you strange" could be Hyde tellin Jekyll that he wouldn't get rid of him, even if he could, because it makes Jekyll fell better about his "lonely prince" persona, as Jasper put it lmao.

"I am the shadows cast aside by gallows, and you the red-hot sky" I just really like thinking about this line with them bc ✨imagery✨. Like, shadow Hyde, check. Gallows? Hell yeah. Red-hot sky? We got color AND, by proxy, sun and moon references, Let's go 🗣️

"You become immune to my toxic fumes / My dose-dependent presence in your life / It's all subjective, all due respect to the collective mind" I mean like. Toxic looking green potion. 'Collective mind', they're both parts of the same guy.

"Horrified at the sight of my reflection in your eyes, I don't belong there" mmmmm bodyswap mishaps 🤤

"Well, it's your conclusions that make mine delusions, so I make you sane / You can thank me later" idk how to explain it but the way this is said just gives major Hyde vibes, you get it, right chat?

"Who'd want to belong to anyone? (Ay, ay, ay, ay) I mean, what do people even do? / So, if you love me, let me let you go, my love (ay, ay, ay, ay), so I can be no one" him and his little crush/loathing on Lanyon, the silly

Next!!: MR CAPGRAS ENCOUNTERS A SECONDHAND VANITY

Literally the Jekyll and Hyde song ever. I mean, it starts with "you're trying to replace yourself" 💀

"Carving out a fact from a reckoning! /Beckoning your back, skin sagging off its skeleton / Levitating off the ground / Is another man wearing your face" LIKE DO I EVEN GOTTA SAY ANYTHING? This whole song is about false identities 😭

"All the other false identities / Remedies or enemies to mitigate your memories / Shuddered at what they found / When they stripped away the grace" like...

"Damn, I thought you're not your imposter / You're so sure you're not gonna get caught / Dead in your own skin / But you didn't choose what you were born in" this song gives big vibes for chapter 14 and 15, with the constant switching and fear of identity reveal and such.

"What you feel and what you do, are those things really you? / And if not, then what is? (Never, never, never) / So, my God, what's wrong with you? / And I'm still asking who that is" I really like thinking about this part as Lanyon asking Jekyll those things, even without an identity reveal! Since he puts up this gentleman facade and hides everything, Lanyon barely knows who Jekyll is.

"You'll never take me alive, baby (this is not enough) / You'll never take me alive (this is not enough to prove it yet) / You'll never take me, you'll never take me, you better pray that I die (no, I need to hit the bottom)" This part feels like a simultaneous Hyde and Jekyll part, with Jekyll being the parenthesised parts. Hyde being all cocky n shit while Jekyll tries to figure things out or something, idk lmao running low on explanation brain cells.

Honorable mentions that I just don't feel like explaining in depth rn, but probably could!!

The Song With 5 Names- very Jekyll coded

Dr Sunshine is Dead- kinda Jekyll coded, but VERY Hyde coded

2econd 2ight 2eer- the Hyde song ever

6up 5oh Copout- another mega Hyde song, if I could animate it would be over for y'all

Against The Kitchen Floor- Jekyll and Lanyon, these gay people make me upset

Cicada Days- also very Jekyll and Lanyon :(

Hand Me My Shovel!- Jekyll coded, I like to think of him making the potion

Basically, 90% of Will Woods discography can be spun to fit these silly characters. I love Will Wood guys :3 sometimes I wish I could verbally ramble about this kinda stuff, but also words are hard (and it makes me feel annoying lmao) 💔💔 but anyways!!! Thank you for the ask! I hope Will Wood consumes you just as well as it has most of the TGS fandom :3 <333

#tgs #jekyll and hyde #the glass scientists #my ramblings #answered asks #william woodiam #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms

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planetpiastri · 2 years ago

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💝 also also how about "[ company ] to hang out with them when neither have a date for the night" from the valentine's prompts list with bob hehehe -allie

allie i might have went a little crazy here i rewrote this like 3 times bc im indecisive teehee anyways enjoy beloved<3 @spideystevie | [wc - 1.5k] | join my prompt party!

“Are you serious?” you tried to keep the annoyance out of your tone, but a fair bit seeped in anyways. “We’ve had this planned for months, Nat.”

“I know, I know. I’m really sorry.” Your best friend’s voice crackled through the phone. “Believe me, I wish this was something I could get out of. But this is the first time her parents have asked to meet me. That’s a big deal. And it’s the only night that works for them. I’m so, so, so sorry, and I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You shifted, pushing off the kitchen counter and turning to rest your elbows against the marble. You traced your finger along the grout and ceded, “I get it. It sucks and I’m annoyed, but I get it.” You sighed, rubbing at the crease between your eyebrows. “What’s another Valentine’s Day on my couch, right? I’ve had worse.”

Natasha was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “I’m really sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. It’s fine. Go have fun.”

“You sure?”

“Natasha.”

“Okay. Love you. I’ll text you later.”

“Okay.”

Natasha hung up with a faint beep and you let your phone fall loudly out of your hand, where it clattered to the counter—unharmed. You dropped your head into your hands and muffled a groan with the heel of your palm, digging your nails into your scalp before shaking yourself and straightening up again. You pocketed your phone and came around the corner, leaving the kitchen and re-entering the living room.

It was pathetic to look at now. You’d decorated it with the intent to host a whole slew of your friends for a ‘palentine’s party,’ but one by one they’d bailed on you. Now it was just you and Bob Floyd in your apartment, waiting for a Natasha Trace that wouldn’t be coming.

When Bob saw you, he sat up straighter on the couch. He always sat so rigidly when he came over, like he was scared he’d mess up your cushions just by relaxing on them. You probably shouldn’t have found it as endearing as you did, but oh well. There were a lot of things Bob did that you probably shouldn’t have found as endearing as you did.

“She’s not coming, is she?” Bob asked, his wide blue eyes following your movement as you wound your way around the coffee table towards the far end of the couch. You threw yourself down with a tired sigh and blew a raspberry, shaking your head. Bob winced. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever,” you said. “I should have known better than to try and make group plans on Valentine’s Day.”

“What now?” he asked, his fingers digging into the folds of his jeans at his knees.

You shrugged as best you could in your horizontal position. “I don’t know. Put on a movie, I guess. Eat a bunch of this chocolate. Drink a bunch of this wine. Procrastinate cleaning everything up.” You flopped your head to the side so that you could look at him and smile wearily. “I know you probably had fun plans with that girl—the one from the bookstore. Go on, get out of here.” You dropped your voice to a teasing whisper. “Save yourself.”

Bob just scrunched up his nose and shook his head.

Surprised, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows. “What—is she busy?”

He looked away from you then, pushing up his glasses and coughing into his fist awkwardly. “No,” he said, his voice sounding weird. “No, she’s, uh—it’s not gonna work out, I think. I haven’t heard from her in a while. And I haven’t reached out to her, either,” he added hastily.

You pushed out your bottom lip, sitting up fully and reaching for one of the bottles of red wine you’d put out on the coffee table. “Aw. I’m sorry to hear that. She sounded nice.”

Bob shrugged, still not looking at you.

“Well,” you said, pulling the cork out of the bottle with a loud pop, “if you don’t have anything to do, I guess you could stay here. God knows I won’t be going anywhere. But you don’t have to.”

“No,” he said quickly, “that sounds—um—that sounds nice. I’d love to. As long as it’s no hassle.”

“No hassle at all.” You smiled to yourself, pouring two glasses of wine and pushing one across the table to him before taking a long drink of yours. Then you pulled open the heart-shaped box of chocolates and plopped it on the sofa between the two of you before turning on the tv and starting to scroll through your movie options.

“You know, you’re allowed to relax,” you said as you reclined back onto the cushions, noticing the way Bob was still sitting so stiffly on the far side.

He laughed a little nervously. “Right. Sorry.” You watched as he awkwardly shimmied out of his coat and draped it over the back of the couch. He settled deeper into the cushions, his eyes trained on the tv screen, absently swirling the wine in his glass.

Your cheeks felt warm as you turned back to the tv. You were oddly touched that Bob wanted to stay and keep you company on your failed Valentine’s Day evening. Clearing your throat, you said, “So what are you in the mood for?”

“Anything’s fine,” he said quietly, but at that exact moment you scrolled past When Harry Met Sally and he gasped softly.

“I shoulda known you’d love a classic friends-to-lovers,” you chuckled, hitting play.

When you glanced sideways at him, he was blushing. The opening titles reflected off of his glasses, making his expression hard to read. Embarrassment suddenly flooded you. Why the hell had you said that?

You turned sharply back to face the screen, determined to only focus on the movie playing.

Had you ever thought of Bob like that? Of course you had. It was hard not to. He was so kind and considerate and endearing and chivalrous. But he was one of Natasha’s closest friends, so by extension, he was one of your closest friends. You weren’t eager to mess that up with things like your inability to distinguish basic kindness from flirting.

The time ticked by, and you kept refilling your wine glass, even if Bob stopped after his second. Pretty soon the box of chocolates was on your lap instead of the cushions, and as you chased a caramel-filled one with a big gulp of wine, the word aphrodisiac sprung to mind.

You decided to ease off the chocolate and wine.

“Are you cold?” Bob asked about halfway through the movie, his voice causing you to jump.

“Um,” you said. The truth was you were cold, but you didn’t want to admit it.

Unfortunately, Bob was incredibly perceptive. He tugged the blanket off the back of the couch, and you found yourself scooting closer to him almost without meaning to. You held your breath as you gently tucked yourself under his arm and the blanket came around both of you, followed by his arm landing loosely across your covered waist.

He was very warm. His shirt was very soft. He smelled very good. You could feel his heartbeat.

“Is this okay?” he breathed.

“Mm-hmm.”

You’d spent so much time fighting off any feelings you felt for Bob like that that you’d never considered that he might like you like that, too.

The movie pushed onwards as Harry and Sally’s friendship changed and fell apart and became something entirely new. You settled into Bob’s side, almost concerned by how comfortable it felt to cuddle with him on your couch. His arm on your waist was heavy and grounding, and his fingers absently moved across your leg, sending shivers across your whole body.

“…I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes…”

“Hey, Bob?” you whispered.

“…I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night…”

“Yeah?” he replied, just as quietly, like he was scared to ruin the moment. You thought you could relate to the feeling.

“…And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s…”

“Thanks for staying with me tonight,” you said.

“…I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody…”

“My pleasure,” he breathed, and his hand tightened on your leg. Your breath hitched, but then the pressure was gone again.

“…you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible!”

“I’m sorry about bookstore girl,” you said, even as the more sensible you that was still on the other side of the couch tried to wring your neck for bringing her up at all.

“You see, that is just like you, Harry. You say things like that and you make it impossible for me to hate you!”

“That’s okay,” he whispered. “I think she got tired of listening to me go on and on about you.”

You sat up and Bob turned to look at you, his eyebrows pinched in the middle and his mouth drawn into a tight line. He was scared, you realized. The thought almost made you want to laugh at how ridiculous it was.

“Oh,” you said dumbly. Then, again: “Oh.”

And as Harry and Sally fell into each other’s arms, you curled your fingers into Bob Floyd’s tee-shirt and kissed him for the first time.

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years ago

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{7} - To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Suspense

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Mingi & Yunho)

Words: 3,469

Warnings: Violence and descriptions of a mutilated corpse. Swearing and one use of a homophobic slur (it’s oc’s uncle, but he gets knocked flat pretty quickly). Blood, and some more instances of/implied slut shaming (not done by any of the guys). Depictions of anxiety, past abuse and trauma. I think that’s all, but if I missed any, please let me know! This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Oh, I cannot wait for you all to see what happens next! Like I've mentioned before, these next few chapters really set the stage for a lot of what is still yet to come. Just wait until chapter eight ehehehe. Also, I wonder who appears at the end there? hehehe as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Before you can move more than two steps towards the injured male bleeding out on the ground, Johnny has grasped your arm in his one hand.

“I’ll take care of him.” His voice is firm, eyes briefly darting down to your still bleeding forearm. “Worry about yourself first.”

“Johnny-“

“I’m not letting you anywhere near that fucker,” Johnny hisses, already walking passed you and towards your Uncle.

“Oh, what? Is my niece too good for me now to treat my wounds?” The words your Uncle speaks are purposefully loud, so that everyone can still hear him drone on. “Had to send her dog to do it for her?”

“You’re lucky to even still be alive at all.” Johnny spits, crouching before the male as he examines your Uncle’s wounds. “We should have just let you die. You absolute bastard.”

“You mean like how she murdered my brother-in-law?” Your Uncle huffs, rolling his eyes. “I always knew she was ruthless.”

A loud cry escapes your Uncle in the next second as Johnny applies pressure to his wound.

“My bad,” Johnny grins, tightening his hand over the bite marks. “Lost my footing.”

“Get off of me, you bastard!” Your Uncle attempts to push Johnny away, but the male doesn’t budge one inch.

“Oh, so you’d prefer to bleed out? That’s perfectly fine with me.” Johnny hums, moving to stand back to his feet.

Fear flashes across your Uncle’s features. “No, wait-“

“Then, keep you mouth shut.” Johnny snaps, tearing the remaining scraps of fabric off of your Uncle’s one pant leg to better assess the wound.

Smartly, your Uncle clamps his mouth closed, but with the hatred shining in his eyes, you can tell he’s displeased with these turn of events. The only plus side is the grimaces you can see crossing his features every now and then as Johnny harshly wraps up his wounds. The younger male isn’t gentle at all, purposely pressing much harder than he should against the open punctures, as well as making sure to tie the makeshift cloth bandages made out of the elder male’s own clothes far too tightly around the injuries.

“There, all done.” Johnny grins maliciously, standing back to his feet in the next moment.

“Aren’t you going to help me up?” Your Uncle shoots him a glare.

Johnny completely ignores him in favour of turning back around to face you. The older male starts swearing under his breath as he pushes himself back to his feet, glaring at Johnny the whole time.

You, on the other hand, remain frozen to your spot. Your blank eyes take in the scene before you without properly registering anything that is happening around you. Though, once you see Johnny back in front of you, you blink, clearing your vision.

“Are you okay?” His hands are gently placed on either one of your arms, staring deeply into your eyes.

You swallow thickly, nodding your head in the next moment. You brush him off. “I’ll be fine.”

That’s when you notice, someone has already cleaned and bandaged your arm. From the looks of the material, and the now missing sleeve on Yunho’s shirt, you just know that he was the one to do it.

Shaking your head slightly, you go to clear your thoughts. The way you take a deep breath in is meant to steady your nerves, steeling your expression once more. Only, your breath escapes you in a shaky exhale in the next moment.

Ignoring your Uncle will be the best thing for you right now. You may have saved his life, but that doesn’t mean you have to continue protecting him.

“As I was saying, where did you-“

“The fuck are you all standing around for?” Your Uncle once again harshly cuts you off, hobbling over to where the four of you are currently standing. “You think I was the only one running from that thing?”

“You were with someone else?” Mingi’s brow furrows as he spares a glance at the older male.

“They’re, unfortunately, probably dead by now if you got separated.” Yunho replies calmly, not even bothering to look in your Uncle’s direction.

“Like hell she is!” Your Uncle snaps before turning his searing gaze to you. “Let’s go, your mother’s life is at stake.”

Your reaction is instantaneous: breath hitching in your throat, your whole body freezing to your spot. Slowly, you blink, feeling your heart pounding within your chest.

“She can die for all I care.” You mumble, staring straight ahead.

“You ungrateful little bitch!” Your Uncle raises his hand towards you, only for Johnny to instantly have the elder’s wrist in his hand, fingers crushing the bones tightly. Your Uncle shakes him off, noticing how the two other males step in front of you somewhat for even more protection. “You good for nothing leech! After everything my sister and I have done for you, you’ll leave her to die? She should have thrown you out when she had the chance. You-“

“Enough.” Johnny’s voice is firm, purposely stepping directly between the both of you now. “If your sister cannot take care of herself, that’s on her.”

“Stay out of this boy,” your Uncle seethes. “These are family matters.”

“You are not my family.” Your voice is low, perhaps the darkest any of them have ever heard from you.

“Oh, so now you decide to grow a backbone?” He sneers. “Where was that confidence when you let your father die?”

Your breathing begins to come in uneven pants as you attempt to control your building anger. Though, from the way you see all three men tense around you, Johnny visibly shaking in rage, you know that they aren’t faring any better.

“You will come with me to find your fucking mother, and that’s final.” He demands, already turning and limping back towards the opening of the maze. At the way he turns, only to see you having not moved an inch, his eyes flash. A horrid look of complete contempt crosses his features, and your blood runs cold. You’d know that look anywhere. “Now.”

“Yes, Uncle.” Again, it’s like your entire demeanour is changing as your shoulders curl in on yourself. “Right away, Uncle."

“You live to serve my sister and I,” he snaps, eyes sharp as you begin trudging towards him, the three males following silently along. “Never forget your place.”

Both Mingi and Yunho exchange a tense look, barely being able to control their rage as it courses through their bodies. They should have known introducing your Uncle and that bitch into these games was a bad idea. They should have just decimated them when they all had the chance.

They won’t make that same mistake twice.

“We should grab the supplies from the kitchen first,” Johnny moves to take a step back towards the house.

“You imbecile, there’s no time for that!” Your Uncle shouts, clearly exasperated. “Hurry up, and get a move on!”

“It’s okay, John,” you place a light hand onto the side of his arm, but even he can feel how you tremble against his skin. “We can come back for the stuff later. Besides, there are a few more places inside the house I want to explore more thoroughly. We can’t do that with the king of narcissists on our trail.”

“Alright,” he sighs, sparing you a worried glance out of the corner of his eyes. Then, his gaze is sharpening as he turns to the two other males standing with them. “You two,” both Mingi and Yunho straighten, “always be between them. I don’t care the circumstances. You don’t let him near her.”

Johnny’s final words are pointed, each purposely emphasized as he meets the other two’s gazes. Almost immediately, they nod their understanding.

As if they need to be told twice, or at all for that matter.

You let out a small sigh, following after your Uncle in the next second. “Let’s go.”

A few minutes pass by in the maze as you all are led by your limping Uncle, not saying a single word. That is, until Johnny is breaking it once more.

“So, where did you find those weapons?” He directs his question to Yunho.

“Woke up in a shack filled with them.” Comes his reply, shrugging slightly. “Took the one I’m most used to.”

“Archery?” You quirk a brow, sparing a glance at him from over your shoulder.

“He’s been training for the olympics since he was eight.” Mingi supplies, a proud grin taking over his features.

“Lucky you knew where to shoot to kill that Gorzin, then,” Johnny observes, a hint of suspicion in his orbs.

“Seemed no different to me than taking down a wild grizzly.” Yunho shrugs, and his answer is enough to get Johnny off of his back. For now.

“You’ve hunted before?” You don’t mean to sound as impressed as you do.

Yunho preens, “a few times. Though, from what I’ve experienced so far, nothing to this extent.”

“So, you’re aware of what’s going on?” Johnny spares another glance at the tall male from the corner of his eyes.

“Mildly,” Yunho shrugs. “I’d rather not kill anyone, though. Least of all my brother.”

“Glad to know I’m still number one on your priorities,” Mingi grumbles lowly. “You know I can take care of myself.”

“Oh, you can, can you?” You turn to him, an amused look on your features. “I told you to wait inside the house until we had handled the situation outside. You could have died.”

At the way you continue to playfully scold Mingi, Yunho cannot keep the grin from tugging at his features. He even lets out a small chuckle as he watches you smack Mingi upside the head lightly in retaliation to a smartass remark the pink haired male attempts to make in response.

“I apologize if my brother has caused any stress,” Yunho chuckles. “He has a bad habit of doing things he’s not supposed to do.”

You fail to see the way Yunho’s gaze sharpens the slightest bit at his brother as you turn around. However, Johnny doesn’t.

“Which shack did you say you woke up in, again?” Johnny asks, cautiously watching Yunho’s every move.

“If my orientation is correct,” Yunho pauses slightly, turning his body towards the left and pointing off in the distance, “It’s that way.”

A shack that rests directly parallel to your own. At least, based off of the map you drew, and if you’re remembering correctly.

You begin to wonder if Johnny had woken up in the shack closest to the manor then, opposite Mingi’s own.

“Perhaps we should check out what other weapons are available before we continue searching,” Johnny comments, already locking gazes with you. “It’s better to be prepared in case there are things worse than just Gorzin’s in this maze.”

“Good idea-“

“We don’t have fucking time to play knights right now.” Your Uncle interrupts you, frustration clear on his features. “My sister could be dying.”

“And why should we care?” Mingi tilts his head, almost mockingly, in your Uncle’s direction. Though, with how he blinks, it appears like a simple, innocent inquiry.

“No one asked for you to come along, faggot-“

The word has barely finished escaping his lips when he’s suddenly on the ground, your chest heaving as you flex your knuckles. Your eyes blaze, a fury unlike anything they’ve seen before lighting in your eyes.

“Say that again, I fucking dare you.” You seethe, glaring down at your Uncle who rubs at the side of his jaw.

A pleased growl nearly escapes from Mingi’s chest, but at one firm look from Yunho, both males are composing themselves rather quickly.

Your Uncle spits out some blood from his mouth, glaring back up at you with nothing but malice in his gaze. “You dare raise your fist against me? Me?”

“You never had a problem with hitting before,” you mumble walking passed him without so much as sparing him another glance. “Hurts when you’re on the receiving end, doesn’t it?”

In the next moment, he goes to reach for your ankle, only for a pained cry to escape him.

“Oops!” Mingi grins sheepishly. However, you all fail to see the joyful gleam that sparks within his light green eyes for the briefest of moments as he steps on your Uncle’s injured leg. “Silly me. Guess I should watch where I’m going.”

Fear flashes within your Uncle’s gaze as he meets those light green orbs, and smartly, his mouth remains shut. He swallows thickly.

Slowly, he gets back to his feet, wincing all the while. Now, he’s stuck at the back of the group between both Mingi and Yunho. Though, the more steps he takes, the more unease he feels creeping up his spine.

“Where did you last see your sister?” Yunho asks casually, but his voice still manages to make the older male jump.

“We were in a sort of warehouse before that thing jumped out and attacked us.” He replies, rubbing at the side of his jaw once more. Already, it begins to swell. “Stupid creature chased me through this maze until I reached that house area.”

Both you and Johnny share a look. Sounds like the Gorzin was taunting your Uncle then; playing with its food is nothing unusual, especially if it’s confident in the kill.

“Are we even headed in the right direction?” Johnny sighs, clearly irritated with your Uncle.

“Like hell if I know! Ask the compass.” Your Uncle replies with a roll of his eyes.

You sigh, “it’s this way.”

“Are you sure?” Johnny’s brow furrows.

“There’s another opening up ahead that I can see that wasn’t here yesterday.” You reply.

“Yesterday?” Johnny’s eyebrows raise. “Just how long have you been trapped here?”

You simply shake your head in response, indicating that you’ll discuss things with him later. He can only nod back silently, worry eating away at his heart as he takes note of how tired you seem to be already.

He purses his lips.

Sure enough, once the five of you step through the opening, a large warehouse greets you. The exterior is a steel grey in colour, metal sheets lining the sides. Some of the windows appear broken, rust lining the frames. From the looks of things, it appears abandoned.

“Where did you last see-“

“Over this way,” your Uncle doesn’t even give you a chance to finish asking your question before he’s hobbling off in the direction of one of the receiving docks near the far end of the warehouse.

Both you and Johnny heave large sighs, Yunho and Mingi following silently behind.

Your Uncle pays no mind to his surroundings, not even bothering to be stealthy as he flings open the side door of the warehouse. A loud bang resounds through the area as he steps inside. A moment later, and he hops down a set of stairs, turning right as soon as he reaches the bottom.

“She should be right- holy shit!” A loud yelp escapes your Uncle as he rounds the bend, a complete look of mortification settling onto his features.

Turning the corner to observe the sight that has your Uncle so speechless, you freeze. Nothing could have prepared you for what greets you as you take in the smears of blood against both the floor and the walls. Though, those aren’t the worst parts of it all.

The mutilated corpse you see in front of you is your mother, leaning against the side of the wall. Her lower jaw is missing, torn clean from her body as blood continues to leak onto her upper chest. Her left leg has been completely twisted in the opposite direction, right arm torn clean from her body. Her eyes stare straight forward and down the hallway, glazed over in fear.

The worst part though, is when her eyes shift from peering down the hallway and towards you.

“She’s still alive.” Yunho observes blankly.

Though, you all fail to see the way he blinks almost in disappointment for the moment. Nor do you notice the slight grimace Mingi makes in annoyance at seeing that bitch still breathing.

“This is all your fault!” Your Uncle rounds on you immediately. “If you weren’t so concerned about fucking the first thing on two legs that gave you any sort of attention-“

A rumble begins to shake the entire building.

“Sure, sure, shift the blame off of yourself just like always,” you wave him off, completely ignoring how he fumes just off to the side as you crouch in front of your mother for the moment. You meet her gaze. “I wish I could say I felt any shred of sympathy for you right now.”

Slowly, you pull out a steak knife from your back pocket. The way your eyes glint off the dull reflection of the blade allows you to see just how dead your gaze has become.

“I could end it all,” you hum, hearing the mutilated corpse of your mother let out a strangled whimper before you. “So that you didn’t have to suffer any longer.”

The four males around you remain quiet, watching the scene unfold in front of them. While two look on in barely concealed glee, another can only stare on in concern. Johnny knows you have every right to be acting this way, but still, seeing his best friend lock those walls around herself, and become that heartless killing machine again pains him beyond belief.

Your Uncle, on the other hand, looks about ready to lunge at you himself.

Another rumble shakes the building.

Your gaze locks on your mother’s own, noticing how laboured her breathing is. Her chest barely rises and falls, a single tear escaping her eyes.

The knife gets twirled in your hands, practically teasing her at this point.

“You killed me a long time ago, mother,” your tone sharpens purposely on that last word. Your eyes flash. “I wish I could say the same about you.”

Standing back to your full height agonizingly slow, you watch as your mother attempts to let out a muffled scream before succumbing fully to her wounds. Her now dull eyes stare straight ahead, no light left in them at all.

You let out another sigh, just as the worst tremor shakes the entire warehouse.

“We should get going,” you say, moving to turn back to face the way you came from.

“What? And just leave her here to rot?” Your Uncle protests. “Over my dead body!”

Your turn your sharp gaze towards him about to respond, yet, it’s Johnny that beats you to it.

“That can be arranged.” He smirks maniacally, flipping that small blade he still carries casually in his one hand.

Your Uncle swallows thickly, before pure fury begins to course through his veins.

“You two, and your holier-than-thou attitudes can go fuck yourselves,” he seethes before rounding entirely on you. “I spent years of my life taking care of you, and this is the thanks I get? I should have thrown you out a long time ago after you couldn’t handle one little disciplinary beating-“

It’s as if his voice suddenly fails him, for in the next moment, he’s coughing up a handful of blood. He doesn’t even get a chance to say anything more, for an invisible force harshly tugs at his ankle, causing him to land face first in a pool of your mother’s own blood. A moment later, and he’s being dragged down the hallway, screams of terror escaping him as he desperately claws at the ground to escape.

You turn your horror filled gaze to the three remaining males around you, “run.”

Without waiting for a response, you take off in the opposite direction. Luckily, you manage to grab Johnny’s wrist as you dart passed, dragging him along with you as you begin to sprint down the hallway. You can just make out the pounding of two other sets of feet behind you, until it all goes silent.

A blinding flash fills your vision, and you find yourself raising your free hand to block some of the light. Unfortunately for you, the hold you feel around Johnny’s wrist loosens, and he quite literally slips from your grasp.

“No!” You attempt to reestablish that hold on him, but it’s like that invisible force pulls you apart. “No, Johnny! I can’t lose you, too!”

Except, a deadly silence is all that greets your ears in response.

Blinking to clear your vision, you notice that you seem to have been transported back to that manor across the maze. Rubbing faintly at your eyes, you quickly take in your surroundings to see that you’re back in that little study on the left side of the house.

Only this time, you’re not alone.

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http-caedis · 7 months ago

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Bakura Headcanons/Ramblings 👻

Hehehe remember however long ago when I was like yeah I’ll make a post abt my own personalized Bakura, yeah well this is the post I am not accepting criticism for what I say is FACT

- So just as a refresher my Bakura uses they/them/ghost/rot pronouns mhm mhm 🫡

- Methinks to fit along with the creepy n unsettling vibe rot has, they need to be taller

- 5’9 is not enough my ghost boy is now 6’2

- I need them to loom over majority of people

- Anyways Bakura most definitely is the leader of some underground cult and won’t admit it but with all the things they’re able to do it makes you think otherwise 😭

- “Hey remember how you lost your ring in the river, so turns out with all the constant movement in the water it ended up in the ground and I had someone get it they drowned but it’s okay and now I have it, so here you go 🥰”

- Bakura’s home would get that boy ARRESTED

-not that what’s in there is necessarily illegal,,, but it’s definitely concerning

- there’s like taxidermy and like medical preservation jars and ngl their house smells like straight canned ASS

- They say the smell of death is distinct and you’ll know it when you smell it,,,, well let’s just say you’re gonna be on high alert in ghosts home

- speaking of smells, me thinks Bakura doesn’t smell bad per se, but they smell,,, clean…? Like… that sterile smell that hospitals have, that’s Bakura

- they have a pet crow and snake

- The Crow is named Nevermore and the snake is Apep

- speaking of which I think Bakura would love Edgar Allen Poe

- which is why rot named the crow Nevermore

- anyways Bakura would be the worst person to go to if you need to vent

- Yugi: Yeah yknow im just really sick of Kaiba undermining and belittling me it kinda hurts…

- Bakura: Want me to slip cyanide into his next meal? I’m running low but I think it’s going to a good cause

- Yugi: n O‼️

- remember how I said how the stuff in their house wasn’t necessarily illegal,,,

-yeah I change my mind

- Bakura definitely owns some chemicals that the average person shouldn’t have,,,

- sure some poisons or general chemicals are okay and legal to own in small amounts, but with Bakura interesting hobbies, it’s not a small amount

- on some Jeffrey dahmer shit ngl ghost is like chemically removing all the meat n shit off animal bones

- They display the bones in different part of their house

- It’s not Even like, oh that’s a huge sign of a future serial killer, it’s truly just morbid curiosity with Bakura 😭

- Not that Bakura isn’t necessarily capable of it 👀

- “I didn’t kill Kaiba. The cyanide killed him, I just placed it in his food”

- I dunno why Kaiba is the victim in this list 😭

- I think that’s enough for now this list is long 😭😭

- Be sure to like n subscribe for more Yami Headcanons 🫡

#yugioh #ygo #yugioh dm #ygo dm #ygo Bakura #yugioh headcanons #yugioh bakura #ryou bakura #ygo random thoughts #headcanon #ramblings #yippie

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imaginespazzi · 2 months ago

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I'd just like to say I've had a super busy week with personal stuff and work, and you have no idea how much seeing a new chapter perked me up! Your writing makes me so happy. I'm stuck working on a presentation for work this weekend and it is really draining and boring, and I've allowed myself to reread and review a section of this chapter for every 5 slides I finish. Productivity Queen.

May 2033 - Locker room eye fucking

alright so it took me a hot minute to figure out what the HELL this chapter had to do with chapter 2, but I think I have it. Paige is worried Angie Davis will shine, the Valks will not need 2 PGs the next season, and P will have to go to the liberty… so her plan is to… kill Angie?

Also I feel like you didn't tell us who their coach is on purpose! You crafty minx.

Of course they watched the draft together, as I am sure they do everything together, cause they are wifey. Azzi keeps referencing she doesn't know what 'this' is yet, but I am curious why. Like they are clearly committed and exclusive… why not slap a GF label on there you fools. Honestly at this point though GF doesn't seem like enough.

Azzi being distracted by P's biceps…. me too girl, me too.

Paige being distracted by Azzis abs… me too girl.

Hickey on the collarbone from last night. I hope these two idiots are being quiet. Poor Stephie being in the same house at night as these two horn bags.

Ok I love this sexy little banter in the locker room, they are such idiots for thinking they wont get clocked.

The tidbit about Paige suggesting first that they keep it on the DLDL is so sad to me, babygirl trying some self preservation.

Tessa is a menace and I love it.

LOL Jana being so relieved to have SOMEONE to share her misery with.

"They're kind of disgusting" clocked.

May 2033 - Domestic car ride #1

I need to admit, as I've been critical of her in the past - I am SO PROUD of Azzi. She is all in on this, and despite her constant nagging fears, she is fighting against them cause she wants this. A+ growth Azzi, you go Azzi Bueckers.

Also I am just loving how much they call each other Baby it is very very cute and makes my heart and my vagina swell with happiness.

“I’m okay with the fact that you’ve probably fucked other people. I mean other than the woman you married as well that is.” HEHEHE yes thank you for this, I think there needs to be an 'Azzi spitefully brings up Olivia' occurance at least once a chapter. Bonus points when she uses a word other than Olivia's actual name to describe her.

"then hear about some whore who had the audacity-” HAHAHAHA. Paige Imma hold your hand when I say this, but I think there were probably a few whores and at least one man-whore.

The hand holding in the car, the knuckle kiss, "all mine"… SQUEEEEE

I am proud of these two idiots for their communication on this though! Azzi for gently coaxing, Paige for realizing its best to talk it out together. “it’s nothing we can’t get through.” Awwww.

May 2033 - Enter Stephie

I have to say Stephie is the absolute STAR of this chapter. Too many zingers to list. I love it, you write her really well cause its hard to make a 5 year old engaging or believable.

I am absolutely shocked Azzi hasn't threatened to withhold sex unless P stops giving Stephie so much junk food. Azzi is gonna have an aneurysm. Prob cries into her green juice daily.

'you’re more than that, you two are the reason my world keeps turning' I'll say it again, I am so proud of Azzi. Bitch is ALL IN.

Wow they have fully uhauled eh? I LOVE IT.

Paige with kids is TOO CUTE. I don't blame Stephie I'd be pissed if Paige wasn't giving me all her attention either.

HAHAHAHAHA Curry clocking them since high school. You bitches are not slick.

“No thank you Coach Bueckers,” ouch.

AZZI IS WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME TO SAY I LOVE YOU? I PRAYED FOR DAYS LIKE THESE.

The whole exchange with Claudia's whore mom was absolutely spot on. Paige would be obliviously smiling along chatting away thinking nothing of it. AZZI with the bicep crushing hold.

NOT CLEMENTINE! Stephie is more of a menace than I thought possible.

“Well is she allowed to hug and carry and kiss Claudia’s Mama then?” - CLOCKED AGAIN. Does Stephie suspect something?

October 2022

I know this is gonna hurt cause a Drew + Azzi Pookie pairing realllly has my heart

Paige freaking out about waking up alone on her birthday is so accurate

“you won’t ever hurt my Paigey will you?” OH DEAR GOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

May 2033 - Drew is Scary

Shocked Paige didn't yell at him immediately with that attitude he's giving her girl

Not Stephie with the kisses, she is diabolical

Oh so he HATES HATES Azzi

Drew just finished his rookie NBA season! I love that for him

"you’re my Miss Buecks’s Mommy's brother so that means you’re my Uncle Drew .” Fixed it for you.

This was so good and I cannot fucking wait to see what happens next. Thank you for blessing us with another chapter Nivi!!! 🤱🏽🤱🏽🤱🏽

Bestiiiieeeee hi <3 Aww I'm glad to provide a little reprieve in your life and i know you're gonna crush your presentation for sure!

I love that you title parts of the story lmao

Does Paige ever actually have a plan or she just doing what the vibes tell her? Which i mean yeah I guess might be to kill Angie?

Yeaaaaah this is not one of those Nivi has a plan situations. The Coach doesn't have a name because I haven't figured out who it is yet and so she's just unnamed til I do whoops.

No labels because they're going with the flow (what could go wrong you know?)

LMAO they're trying to be as quiet as possible I'm sure

I'm so glad you see Azzi's growth like girlie's done a lot of it since she ran out of Paige's house and is definitely fighting all her intrusive thoughts.

I'm a whore for the word "baby" and so are they because this is my fic tee hee

One thing Azzi's gonna do is make sure everyone knows she does not like #thatwoman

I'm so glad y'all love Stephie and she's both adorable and believable. She's like the perfect cumulation of all my kids at work and so I really do hop I do her justice.

I mean l don't know if Azzi could survive withholding sex lmao

Stephanie Katarina Fudd: smartest kid in the world fr fr - she doesn't suspect per say but I think she can tell that what her Mama has with Miss Buecks isn't the same as with her other Aunties

Paige just dramatic as hell all the time I fear

DREW IS SCARY LMAO

Stephie's gonna get her kisses no matter how awkward everyone in the room is lmao

#ask #fic talk #🤱🏽 anon my personal jester <3 #notes time with nivi 💅🏽#shocked you didn't call me mommy once this whole review

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 2 months ago

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ARI MY UTMOST BELOVED I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT EVERY SINGLE FIC ON THAT WIP LIST MADE ME GENUINELY GO INSANE BUT I’LL REFRAIN FROM ASKING ABOUT ALL OF THEM (but know that if i could . I WOULD) BUT . let me ask abt a few of them if you don’t mind hehehehe 🙂‍↕️🤭 OKAY SO.

be still my foolish heart (don't ruin this on me)

- so you decided to give childhood friends to lovers uni au w a pining/jealousy trope (one of my all time favs btw) A HOZIER LYRIC AS THE TITLE??? ALMOST )SWEET MUSIC) WAHHHHHHH

consider the hairpin turn

- i like to think of myself as the biggest proponent and number one supporter of BFB!kenny……… like so much so that i literally think of it weekly…….. AND W THE SIKEN QUOTE TOO I’M GOING FERALLLLLLLLL

i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door

- another hozier lyric (FROM EDEN YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS) and the fact that its TACTICIAN!KENJAKU??? YOUR BRAIN IS SO BIG AND SEXY ARI…… him as a tactician is PERFECT i feel like he’s so maomao’s dad coded already (i love tacticians :3)

((also please know i’m also looking VERY lovingly at merguru, wolf!geto red riding hood au, and the naoya x reader fic… i love that siken quote so fucking much <3 ok ari i love you and your brain you’re consistently the most genius person on this site and i’m so sorry this got so long feel free to only answer what you want out of it hehe :3 I LOVE YOU I’M SENDING YOU LOTS OF LOVE 🙂‍↕️🩷)

- @gothsuguru <333 MWAH! tell the mice i said hello :3

KAIROOOOO MY ANGEL MY BABY!!!!! never ever apologize, i knewwww you were gonna ask about these and i’m SO excited to ramble :33c

THE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS SEQUEL IS ENTIRELY FOR ARIKAIRO NATION BTWWWWW those two are our beloveds …… BUT YES THE HOZIER LYRICS. not that i’ve heard thaaat many hozier songs but :’3 that one is my favorite!!!!! and i thought those lyrics fit childhood friend!sugu so well …. because in this fic it’s his turn to be a little unsure and scared >:3 lots of jealousy and pining and being afraid that you’ll start dating some uni guy and forget all about him….. scared of ruining your friendship by confessing…….. but his heart won’t stop beating when you’re around and he doesn’t know how to control it :< hehehe….. they’re both so smitten and devoted, i can’t wait for you to read this one 🥹🥹 here’s a sneak peek for my baby of all time !!!!!!!

AND THEN THE BFB!KENNY FIC . another arikairo special ….. hehe i am SO excited for this one truly!!!!! i’m super super nervous too because it’s probably the fic i care most about 🥹 so i want it to be the best….. but the outline is hard…….. and i’m scared….. BUT I REALLY AM SO EXCITED bfb!kenny is our boyfriend always and forever . teasing little shit. AND OFCCC THE SIKEN QUOTE ‼️‼️ the whole fic (and especially the brothers’ dynamic) is super inspired by you are jeff :33 one of them wants to take you apart, the other wants to stitch you back together… hehe…

but yes … !!! this fic is . soooo dense when it comes to lore and dynamics and backstory and narrative .. 😭 it’s worse than merguru and that one is already kicking my ass so . yeah . it’ll take a while for me to finish but knowing you’ll be there to read it makes everything feel more worth it 🫂 I LOVE YOUUU!!!!

ANDDDD THEN FINALLY :3c tactician!kenny….. kit is actually the person who came up with this concept so it’s her brain you should be praising, this is genuinely …. theeee most genius concept ever and it has me in a chokehold :’))) IT’S SO TASTY . he is theee slimiest most manipulative tactician Of All Time and i adore him for it …………. this fic fits into one of my fav dynamics ever, which is just. kind, benevolent ruler and their slimy right hand man 💀 bonus points if they are wholly devoted to each other which is basically the case here …. kenjaku might be detached and might be using reader but they’re also ferociously territorial over them . kit mentioned how kenjaku would behead people for calling his king weak and that’s just SO ?????? TASTY??????? in AWE of her brain always and forever .

ahh and the hozier lyrics !!!!!! i wasn’t actually sure what to title this fic so i was looking through lyrics of songs i enjoy ….. and the ones from from eden are all very monarch!reader/tactician!kenny coded :3c but i like the one with the slithering the most because kenny is truly soooo snake coded in this .

BUT YES !!!!! wahhhh i ended up rambling a lot but i hope this was coherent, thank you for asking about them my angel 🥺 you’re always so sweet and enthusiastic and ily . SOOOOO excited to dig my teeth into all your wips too :3333 mwah !!!!!

ask me about my wips !! <33

#I LOVE YOU <33333 #THE MICE LOVE YOU 🐭#also love how you latched onto both hozier titles hehe ..#that’s my kairo 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️#i hope you’re having a lovely morning/night ml <33 #ask tag ✩#kairo !! ✩

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oh-surprise-its-me · 1 year ago

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Roy/Jamie prompt: Jamie takes a hard fall while he's home alone on an off day. He crawls to his phone and manages to call Roy, who in turn calls emergency services as he rushes to Jamie. He kicks the door in and finds Jamie a bloody mess who's barely clinging to life. A terrified Roy begs Jamie to hand on and confesses that he can't live without him. With whatever strength Jamie has, he kisses Roy and says he's gonna try before he passes out. EMT's finally get there and rush Jamie to hospital. He busted his ribs really bad and it's touch and go for a bit but he pulls through. He and Roy gotta deal with their confessions and being undoubtedly in love with each other.

Heheh

When Jamie wakes up he knows he’s in the hospital. He can barely remember crashing down the stairs. But god does he remember kissing Roy.

He can’t fucking believe he did that.

Stupid stupid stupid.

His heart monitor spikes at the thought.

There’s a hand suddenly touching his cheek. “Hey come on. It’s okay. Look at me come on. Open those eyes.”

Jamie swears that’s Roy.

He turns and opens his eyes, the light is blinding at first. But Roy slowly comes into focus. “Oh fuck.”

Roy stares at him. “Pain? I’ll get a nurse hold on.” Jamie shoots a hand out, he’s not sure why but he can’t let Roy leave. Terrified that he’ll never come back. “No. Thought you’d never wanna see me again.”

Well. Jamie learns he’s apparently very truthful on good pain meds. Goddamn it.

Roy settles in the chair again, his hair is a wreak. Looks like he’s run his hands through it so many times. Jamie itches to touch it, he resists. Roy reaches out and holds Jamie’s hand.

“Let’s start over. Jamie, I love you, can’t live without you. That was undoubtedly the most terrifying thing I’ve ever walked into.”

Jamie thinks maybe he’s dead. This can’t be real.

“Love you too. Making that call to you was the only thing I could think of doing. Needed your voice.”

Roy gives him a soft smile. “Well then. Looks like we love each other. Wanna get married?”

Jamie stares at him, he pouts a little. He glances down at their hands. “I think you’re fucking with me. That’s mean. I’m too drugged for that.” Roy laughs. He leans forward and kisses their hands. “Yeah I’m fucking with you, we gotta go on at least three dates before we get married.”

Jamie smacks at Roy. His hand is caught and squeezed again. Roy leans closer and brushes the hair off of Jamie’s head, “can I kiss you?” Jamie breaks into a grin. “Abso-fucking-lutely I want multiple kisses.”

Roy presses a small kiss to Jamie’s lips, he lets out a whine to say he wants more. Roy raises an eyebrow but does it anyways. Jamie gets another kiss. Longer this time. Slower. Dirtier.

Jamie gently shoves Roy back and collapses against the pillows. “Shit we’re having sex as soon as I’m cleared.” Roy laughs he settles back in the chair, he’s holding Jamie’s hand again. “Anything you want baby.”

Jamie dusts off the mental list of things he wants to do with Roy Kent. “Wanna be held by you. Now.”

Roy sighs, but he does obey again. He slips into the side of the bed. Jamie tugs him up until he can lay with his back against Roy’s chest. “I’m gonna sleep now. Love you.”

Jamie starts to drift off but he feels Roy press a kiss to his head, “love you too.”

He hurts but goddamn is he happy.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #roy x jaime #roy kent x jamie tartt #thanks for the ask !!#I hope you like it!#mac writes ted lasso

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 1 year ago

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Day 10 - Collar

Hehehe this is a sequel to day 5!!

Ping list: @ailesswhumptober, @whumperofworlds, @whump-captain

TWs: Collars, electrocution, dehumanization, kidnapping

As soon as the car was stopped, the door opened and Mariano was hauled up and out into the whispering fall breeze. A little house surrounded by quiet, empty land greeted him. The once-cheery yellow paint had faded long ago, and the shingles of the roof had gotten jostled by time and wind and storms.

Tommy tugged Mariano along, a hand gripping his bicep just too hard. "Okay. If you don't try any stupid shit, we'll let you go when everything dies down." Tommy's keys jingled as he got the door open.

Mariano didn't quite believe him.

The living room was in shambles. The wallpaper was peeling and the windows were filmy. The lights were off, and the carpet was torn and stained with what had to be blood. A tattered couch sat against a wall, with a rusted dog kennel next to it that served as a side table.

That had to be what they'd been discussing in the car. Jasper and Darrel entered after them, breathing a sigh of relief as the front door shut behind them. "We'll hide the car in a little bit," Jasper said, flopping down onto the couch. "Darrel, go get the collar. We need to get everything set now before we get tired."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Darrel grumbled, wandering down a dark hallway.

Mariano swallowed. "I won't try to make an escape." He tried. "You can just keep an eye on me."

Jasper rolled his eyes, standing back up to get in Mariano's face. "You think we're idiots?"

Yes, he did. "No--no. I just...I don't want to cause trouble. I saw your guns. I can behave."

"Then we won't have a problem." Jasper accepted a collar from Darrel, reaching up to snap it closed around Mariano's neck. "This way, we can make sure you won't actually go anywhere." He took the remote from Darrel next, holding it up for Mariano to see as he turned it up to the highest strength. "Now. Give us your hands so we can cuff you properly."

Mariano raised his hands, still secured palm-to-palm by the leather belt. He watched as Jasper unwound it, gripping his wrists once he was freed. Mariano could tell that Jasper didn’t really work out. He could probably get free, could probably take the remote.

It didn’t seem like the best idea, though. They hadn’t hurt him yet, and he wanted to keep it that way. He didn’t tense, didn’t struggle as his wrists were brought behind him and the belt was wound them again. “Good.” Jasper said, fastening the buckle. “Now, on your knees.”

Mariano felt dread crawling through his chest as he obeyed and two fingers hooked under the collar at the back of his neck. “Good.” Jasper almost purred this time as he started leading Mariano to the cage. “Maybe you’ll get out of this without us having to be too rough. Remember: we don’t wanna kill you if we don’t have to, so just behave.”

Mariano knew the stakes. Maybe he could make a break for it later that night--he'd run a marathon before, it wouldn't be terrible. Mariano nodded. Jasper shoved him forward. “Good, get in.”

Mariano crawled forward on his knees, lowering himself down to get into the tiny space. It was large enough for something like a collie, Mariano thought as he tried to find a comfortable way to exist in the cage. It was not large enough for someone six feet tall with shoulders like his. He’d be lucky to even be able to lie down properly on the hard plastic liner.

He watched as Jasper and Darrel and Tommy worked through the next steps of their…plan? They brought the money they’d gotten inside, starting to count up their spoils. He didn’t want to tell them to be careful of dye packs in the money–they’d find out about that themselves.

He knelt on the floor of the cage, shoulders already starting to ache, as the thousands were counted up between Jasper and Tommy. He almost hoped they took something in the six figure range–the jail sentence for armed robbery and kidnapping wouldn’t be worth it otherwise. Jasper just started looking more and more frustrated as they started to run out of bundles of bills.

“What do you mean we only got thirty grand?” He snarled at Tommy.

Tommy didn’t back down, growling back. “Well maybe we would’ve gotten more if someone hadn’t decided to take a hostage!” He motioned violently towards Mariano. “You’d barely gotten anything when you grabbed him.”

“Well what are we gonna do about it?” Jasper barked back. “We can’t just let him go.”

Darrel thought for a moment. “What about a ransom?”

Tommy and Jasper paused. They looked at each other, then Darrel, then all three looked at Mariano. He didn’t like that.

“We just need to send a ransom video, right? Some sorta demand?” Tommy asked. “We could do that, yeah.”

The collar felt even heavier around Mariano’s neck as Jasper picked up the remote. “Yeah,” Jasper said. “We can do that. Rough him up, get some footage of him being shocked. Just look at him. Someone’s gonna be willing to pay to get him back.”

The three pairs of eyes roamed over Mariano. It was almost flattering. He supposed his sweater and bright jeans and glasses chain really sold the "normal guy" look. Mariano wanted to laugh anyway.

Someone would pay to get him back, yes, but it wouldn’t work out how they wanted. If they were lucky, the police would get involved. If they weren’t, Bastian would decide to show up. And if they were even unluckier, the war mages would be pulled into the situation. For their sake, he hoped the police showed up to negotiate--maybe a SWAT team barging in would be nostalgic.

Tommy pulled out his phone, though, and glanced around the room at the lighting. “Yeah, we can work with this. Let’s go downstairs though, the concrete will be easier to clean up and look scarier.” Mariano’s stomach dropped.

“I think we still have those extension cables around here somewhere.” Jasper said. “Those’d make a decent whip. Let’s see how bad this collar is, too. See if it’ll be good for the camera.”

Mariano swallowed hard, barely able to take a breath before Jasper pressed the button, watching him curiously. Heat raced through Mariano’s neck and a strangled noise was wrenched from him. He jolted, head knocking against the rusted bars of the cage.

Mariano dropped to the floor of the cage as he writhed, struggling to take a breath. It kept ripping through him, threatening to dislocate his shoulders from how it forced his biceps to flex and twist. Across the room, he heard Jasper laugh as the collar turned off again.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s perfect. C'mon, help me haul the cage to the basement.”

#whump #captivity whump #hostage situation #collar #electrocution #dehumanization #kidnapping #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday10 #day ten #mage of violence #bank robbers arc #modern au #SORRY PING LIST ILY

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Happy June 13th on July 2nd, apparently ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Year Six

Just managing to avoid detection, Jacqueline escapes! Only to find herself face to face with a very shocked and concerned Blaise and Winter. Preferring to avoid explanations, Jacqueline hides in the Pole in the hopes of working with Bernard to somehow put a stop to Jack's plans…

I'm getting very bad at going by this particular ah, aesthetic, aren't I?

Anyway! Frostmas Y6 is now up on ao3, freshly swept and tweaked here and there! It's all neat and tidy and up to SafyreSky Industries 2024 Standards so that's lovely! Check out Year 6: 2024 Edition HERE on ao3 and, yes, ff.net has been updated to match :)

What's 🆕 NEW 🆕 for Year Six?!?!

Word count has swung up: went from 16k to 21k. All I did was add a bit more dialogue lmao, WHOOPS!

Once again YEETING any instances of third person POV! It's all Jacquie baybe

hehehe. ANYWAY

Made the motivations STRONGER; upped Jacqueline's "ANNOY JACK" mode to MAX HIGH HEAT BABY!

Also refined the B-Man/Jacquie chat where he's like "hey man what are friends for" and she's like "😲😲😲 we're FRIENDS?!?!?"

YEAH JACQUELINE. ALWAYS HAVE BEEN

(this may or may not be one of my fave memes lmao)

And I think that about covers it NO WAIT I LIED! A Year Six BTS HERE.

(As a heads up it IS a little bit (a lot) personal—a literal diary entry prefaces the post because there was a nasty gap between Y5 and Y6 bc of some personal shit? So heads up! I did make it VERY clear where personal shit ends and BTS begins so you can skip the Dani rambles and get right to the BTS rambles :)

Frostmas? You are saying. This thing again? Aren't you the Crystal Springs person? What's Frostmas? I am SO glad you asked. Let me share the summary!

The Twelve Years of Frostmas

Nobody but he and I knew the truth. Jack wasn’t supposed to be Santa; I wasn’t supposed to be Jack Frost. He thought being Santa would fix everything. He was horribly, horribly mistaken. [My take on Jack’s reign as Santa during the Escape Clause. MAJOR OC involvement AND First Person POV from said OC. Finally cross posting THIS behemoth! Enjoy!]

Intrigued? Take it from the top: [ao3 | ff dot net]

And here's a Year Six snippet for you, chosen with utmost care (MAXIMUM ANGST) in mind :)

"You know, I really didn’t think you’d do it!”

“Do what?!”

“Freeze that elf! I never even thought you’d agree to it! And when you did I thought wow, she’s really ready to go far for this whole fake freeze thing,” he laughed. “And then! You actually did it?! A little extra, but, I’m a fan of the style that went into it. You took the ice sculpture thing and, and ran with it!”

“Then why keep me here too? What, you still think I’d go to the Council with everything? That I’d stop this?”

“Uh, duh. What do you think I am, stupid?”

I opened my mouth to reply in the affirmative.

“It was rhetorical. Don’t answer that.”

I shut my mouth and pulled a face.

“Besides! I’ll need your help getting all this ready! What with your easy access to our shared heritage. It’ll take AGES if I attempted to do this on my own. Between decorating and the airport—"

I could barely focus as he began listing everything he needed my help doing, and continued walking. I could feel the beginnings of a sprite sleep clawing its way to my eyes as I stifled a yawn, trying to keep my two feet moving forward as I followed Jack down the corridor.

“—and I simply cannot do this all in time if you're out and about all willy-nilly. Also, just in case you're that good.”

“That good?”

“Y’know, actually faking it! Willing to go the distance to keep this up! Then the moment I let you go you’d run to the Council and we can’t have that.”

“Okay so, let’s say, theoretically, I WAS faking it. How would all that—” I gestured back towards the steps, where ice-Mason still sat beyond the walls and halls and twists and turns— “Convince you otherwise?”

“Because it’s exactly what I would’ve done.” The full impact of what he said hit as he turned around, surveying me with an unreadable look. “And you did it.”

I came to a grounding stop, my heart falling in my chest.

Jack chuckled quietly to himself. “Exactly. Now, I’ve got tons to do! We will chit chat later, Jacqueline—I’ll make sure your rooms are done up for your stay. Ciao!”

And, shooting me a smile and double finger guns he disappeared, leaving me alone in the corridor as the crushing weight of what I had just done—and what I had agreed to do—came falling down on me.

I stood in the hallway, motionless. The sounds of the chaos of the Workshop dulled before disappearing completely, nothing but a white noise as the world faded out from me and I realized that yes, Jack would've done it.

And I had done it.

I was turning into Jack.

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>:D ANGST!

Check out Year Six HERE. ENJOY! 😘😘

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 2 years ago

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Hey so I saw this post on Pinterest (it’s really from tumblr but I couldn’t find it here) and I was like “this would be perfect klance tbh” and I thought I should request also you give very good dating advice and I’d like to make sure you’re hydrated 👍

Ok that’s it bye

Hehehe, I've been waiting for this

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Keith tied his hair back, taking a deep breath as Lance parked the car. It was that time of the month; time for shopping. They went twice a month and each trip took over an hour.

In reality, it shouldn’t take them that long, they had a list of everything they needed. But they were Keith and Lance, they never did anything easy.

“Ready baby?” Lance asked with a smile.

Keith nodded, opening the passenger door. Lance grabbed their bags from the backseat. “You have the list?”

Lance nodded, pulling out a piece of paper from his green jacket. “Right here.”

Keith grabbed the list, waiting for his boyfriend to find a cart that rolled okay and didn't squeak every two feet. “Got us a winner!” He placed the bags in the cart, “let’s start.”

They headed to pets first, they needed cat litter and cat food. That’s it, two items should be easy enough.

“Oh my god, we have to get Red and Blue this toy!” Lance lifted up a pack of catnip toys that were shaped like metal lions.

“They have enough toys dear.”

Lance frowned, looking down at the toys. “Not metal lion toys.”

Keith rolled his eyes, “fine.”

They moved to cosmetics next, needing some face wash and a sleeping mask. Lance grabbed Keith's wrist, immediately swabbing some dark red lipstick on him. "Ugh, this color is so not you."

Keith stared down at it, "you picked it."

"Let's try this one!"

They eventually left the area, with their needed items in their cart and Keith with a line of makeup up his arm.

"Ohmygod baby we need these!" Lance held up a plastic yellow bag.

Keith fought back a sigh, "Lance. We don't need animal crackers."

Lance pouty, like a five-year-old. His eyes filled with tears. "But....they're the frosted ones."

"..put them in the cart."

Lance grinned and borderline slammed dunked the item into the cart. "Thanks, baby!"

Keith found himself moving down the aisles, marking off the list as he did. But it was quiet. Too quiet. He turned around, his boyfriend was nowhere in sight. "God damn it." He said under his breath.

He gripped the cart handles tighter and went to the main aisle, where did he go? He parked the cart out of the way, beginning to look down each aisle. He passed one, nearly tripping with how fast he turned.

"What are you doing?!"

Lance turned to look at him, holding two bags of ground coffee. “Smelling coffee.”

Keith smacked his own forehead and groaned. “We don’t even drink coffee.”

Lance scoffed, “what if I wanted to start?”

All Keith wanted to do was fall to the floor and disappear. “Lance-”

His boyfriend took a couple of steps, closing the distance, “smelllllll.”

He reluctantly did. “Okay...it doesn’t smell that bad.”

“See?!” Lance wiggled his eyebrows.

“Fine...how much is it?”

Lance turned, his eyes scanning the shelf. “Ew like $9.”

“Yeah, no. We’re broke.”

Lance nodded, placing the bags back on the shelf. For once not arguing with Keith. They made their way back to the cart, Keith’s eyes immediately falling on a box he defiantly did not put in there. “Orange Crush flavored Poptarts?”

Lance nodded, “yup a classic.”

Keith was less concerned about the sticker that said “NEW FLAVOR” and more about when it go in the cart. “How did- when did you put this in the cart? I was with you the entire time?!”

Lance waved him off, “what’s next on the list?”

Keith rubbed his eyes, he wanted to be home.

The refrigerated section was fine. Everything was fine. Until they reached the frozen section. “FOUR CHEESE PIZZA!!!!” Lance bolted to the pizza door, his breath fogging the glass.

Keith found himself offering an ‘I’m so sorry about him’ nod to everyone that passed them. “Pizza is not on our list.”

“Buttttt babyyyyyyyyyy it’s four cheese. Our favorite.” Lance presented his pouty eyes again.

“Correction, it's your favorite. I’m lactose intolerant. Remember?”

Lance rolled his eyes. “Stop being allergic to dairy, you’re no fun!”

“When you figure out a cure, just let me know.”

They ended up getting more than what was on their list. As usual for them. It didn’t matter until they were staring at the multiple nags in the trunk of their car.

Keith began to grab bag after bag, not noticing Lance not even reaching for one. “Dude, we can take two trips.”

“No.”

“Alright, but I wanted to hold hands.”

Keith looked down at his hands. Both held at least seven bags. He added the bags his right hand was holding to his left and grabbed Lance’s hand. “Just get the door.”

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